Six sectons ago, he had broken up with Cassie when he suddenly realized he was in love with Apollo, had been ever since they met. He had drifted through meaningless relationships, afraid to admit his true feelings. He swallowed another mouthful of the sweet drink, afraid of something more sinister than his best friend finding out his true feelings. He feared the physical contact, memories flooded through him as he remembered his stay at the orphanage. He like so many others, were sold to the rich and powerful, forced to service their needs. He moaned softly; he had to get over the past; if he wanted a future. He looked up from his glass as he felt a pair of eyes on him. Conrad walked towards him; and Starbuck glanced nervously around the crowded room.
Conrad pulled the chair out beside Starbuck, slowly sitting. He laughed softly at the lieutenants' anxiety. He whispered, "Relax Starbuck. No one suspects anything."
Starbuck became slightly annoyed, he asked quietly. "Get to the point. How much and where is this place on the Rising Star?"
Conrad grinned, "Thirty cubits, and down on the third corridor, room S-553."
Starbuck sputtered his drink, "Thirty cubits!"
Conrad leaned closer, whispering; "Yes, thirty cubits." He met Starbuck's eyes, "You said you wanted to try something different, right?" He smiled. "I guarantee you will be satisfied. Whatever your desires, this place can fill them."
Starbuck reached inside his pocket, handing him the cubits. Starbuck met Conrad's eyes. "I better be." He rose from his seat and walked towards the door, not believing he had just paid for an appointment to have sex.
Conrad watched as Starbuck stalked out of the lounge. He grinned and mumbled to himself, "Don't worry, Lieutenant, you'll get what you deserve." His gaze flickered to the corner of the room, his eyes meeting Reese's; he smiled.
In the corridor, Starbuck leaned his head against the bulkhead. Not just sex, but sex with a man. He wondered if he would be able to go through with it. He hoped the nightmares from his past would go away, hoped that a sexual encounter with another man, one that was not forceful or hurtful, could bury them forever. He jumped as he felt a hand rest lightly on his shoulder, heard Apollo's soft voice in his ear. "Starbuck? Are you okay?"
Starbuck turned, and forced a smile to his lips. "Yeah, just fine." Apollo's eyes told him he didn't buy the words, so he tried to change the subject and asked, "You ready to leave?"
Apollo grinned, his excitement evident. "Yeah. We better hurry, the shuttle leaves in twenty centons."
Starbuck nodded, "Okay, just let me grab my bag on the way." He led the way to his newly assigned quarters. It wasn't as large as Apollo's, but he was still grateful for his own space. He was tired of living with all the other pilots. Grabbing his bag, they quickly headed for the launching bay.
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Apollo threw his bag onto one of the beds, surveying the room. He turned towards Starbuck; "This is great! Reminds me of the dorm room we shared at the Academy."
Starbuck who was in the process of finding a fully stocked bar, started to laugh. "Frak! This is a whole lot better than any dorm room we shared!"
Apollo laughed, "You're right." His laughter faded as he saw Starbuck rummaging through his bag, pulling out some civilian clothes. Starbuck started undressing, and Apollo averted his gaze. He felt the heat in his face as he tried not to stare at his friend. For yahrens, he had been successful in hiding the fact that he desired Starbuck. Not wanting to jeopardize his secret, he quickly grabbed some of his own clothing. "I think I'll take a quick turbo wash. You go ahead, I'll meet you at the pyramid tables."
"Okay, I'll see you later." Starbuck replied. Apollo smiled, and quickly closed the door. Starbuck was somewhat relieved; thinking now was the perfect time to visit S-553. He quickly got dressed and headed out the door.
Apollo leaned back against the tiles, letting the warm water flow over his body. His hand, gently caressing his body, slipped down his thigh. He closed his eyes and let his fantasy take over. It was now Starbuck who was gently caressing him. He wrapped his fingers around his throbbing erection; and it became Starbuck's mouth. He gasped in delight, imaging that Starbuck was on his knees, sucking his entire cock into his mouth. He pictured his friend's beautiful body, naked and kneeling before him, Starbuck's hand pumping his cock while he sucked Apollo. He had the presence of mind to bite his lip to keep from crying out, his cream spurting over his fingers. He slowly regained his breath, moaning in frustration as he wished his dream would come true.
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Starbuck slowly walked down the darkened corridor, trying to read the numbers. Finally he found the room he was looking for. He stood outside for a few centons, trying to calm his nerves, his heart beating wildly. After several centons, he walked inside. The room was lit with candles, and a young man sat behind a small table. Starbuck tensed as he rose and walked towards him. He finally found his voice, "Um, I made arrangements with Conrad. He told to me to come here." He swallowed nervously and waited for the man to answer.
Cevis ran his eyes over the lieutenant's body, approving of what he saw. He licked his lips, loving the way the black pants showed all the curves and bulges the lieutenant had to offer.
Starbuck unconsciously took a step backwards, not liking the way the man's eyes roamed his body. He tried to hide the panic in his voice. "I paid Conrad. He said I could get whatever I wanted."
Cevis took a step back, seeing the uncertainty in Starbuck's eyes. He didn't want him to be scared and run off, at least not before he got a chance to be with him. He smiled. "Of course. Come in. Conrad informed us that a lieutenant would be visiting us from the Galactica. " He walked back behind his desk and checked his client log. He looked up and met Starbuck's eyes. "He explained what you are looking for. Room four is now available."
Starbuck paused as Cevis pulled a curtain to the side, revealing a long dark hallway. Starbuck noticed that there were small rooms, divided by thin walls and with curtains for doors. He now heard people moaning.
Cevis turned, when he realized Starbuck was not following. He whispered in a reassuring tone, "Don't worry, Lieutenant, we are very discreet and have a long list of satisfied clientele."
Starbuck smiled, realizing he was being stupid. From the soft moans he heard, the people in the rooms were obviously enjoying themselves. He followed Cevis down the dark hall, and into a small room.
Cevis gestured towards the bed. "Make yourself comfortable and I'll send Harlo in." He turned and closed the curtain.
Inside the room, Starbuck sat nervously on the small bed. He noticed the small tube sitting on the table beside him. Shivers traveled up his spine as he remembered how the men who took his body as a child, never bothered with lube. 'Stop it!' he chastised himself, trying to push the past away. The curtain was pulled aside and a young man with dark hair and bright blue eyes entered. Starbuck smiled, he was perfect. He was smaller than Starbuck, which made him feel less threatened. He rose from the bed; as the man started to remove his clothes. Nervously; he waited for the young man to make the first move.
Harlo undressed quickly and smiled as he saw the warrior eyeing his naked body. He walked over and stood close to the warrior, whispering. "Cevis has explained what your needs are, sir. I will attend to them." Slowly he began to remove Starbuck's shirt, running his hand inside and gently caressing the soft skin.
Starbuck closed his eyes as Harlo took control of the seduction. His shirt was removed and he moaned as he felt Harlo's warm tongue licking his nipples. Harlo's hands had moved lower, and were now gently rubbing his hard cock through his pants. He moaned again; as Harlo urgently opened them; and then more teasingly slowly slid the fly down. He staggered back and fell onto the bed, his mind reeling at the sensations Harlo was giving him.
Harlo followed quickly and before he climbed onto the bed, he pulled the warrior's pants off. He eyed the man sprawled on the bed; he was beautiful. Sinking onto the bed, he smiled.
Cevis handed Reese the black mask, asking quietly. "Are you ready?"
Reese pulled the mask over his face, "Yeah. Let's do it." They walked silently through the hall, pausing outside room four. Reese pulled the sheet aside and saw Harlo licking Starbuck's cock. Starbuck was lying on the bed moaning in pleasure. Reese grinned; this was the chance he had been waiting for. He grasped the shackles he was holding tightly; and moved silently into the room.
Starbuck was moaning in ecstasy, Harlo's lips and tongue torturing his cock. He grasped Harlo's shoulders, pushing himself further into Harlo's mouth. His thrusting becoming urgent, his hips lifting from the bed. As Harlo swirled his tongue across the head of his cock, Starbuck moaned loudly, emptying himself into Harlo's mouth. He fell back onto the bed gasping for breath.
He opened his eyes and gasped in surprise as he saw two masked men standing by the bed. He tried to push himself from the bed, and felt hands on him, pushing him back down. He struggled and tried top get away, gasping as one of the men struck him in the stomach with a club. The air was knocked from his lungs, he felt himself being rolled over onto his stomach. His hands were shackled to the frame of the bed, his feet spread wide and shackled at the foot of the bed. He moaned in agony, not believing this could happen to him again.
Once Starbuck was restrained, Reese motioned Harlo to leave. The young man ran from the room scared of what was about to happen. Reese turned his attention back to the man lying on the bed, grinning as his eyes ran over the naked body. Cevis blindfolded and gagged Starbuck; while Reese reached for the club.
Starbuck tried to control his trembling, his mind reeling. The bed sank from the weight of his assailants, and he tensed as he felt hands caressing his back. He screamed through the gag; as fire suddenly ripped across his back. His body heaved; as he tried to catch his breath. A hand tangled in his hair; and he felt someone straddling his legs. He moaned in agony, knowing what was going to happen next.
Cevis straddled Starbuck, thrusting his erection along the crease of his ass. The constant moaning coming from the shackled and gagged man; had him harder than steel. He placed the tip of his cock at Starbuck's entrance; and, with on hard thrust, drove himself deep into him. Cevis moaned in delight; as Starbuck screamed in agony, the hot tightness; driving him mad. His thrusts quickened; and he reached under the trembling body, grasping the soft cock. He squeezed the shaft viciously; groaning loudly as Starbuck bucked wildly. His hand clenched tighter, as the waves of ecstasy washed over him. He thrust deeply, emptying himself. Once he was spent, he moaned softly, opening his eyes. He smiled as he saw the blood trickling down Starbuck's arms, so intense were his struggles. He met Reese' eyes, smiling before he moved off the bed.
Starbuck gasped in pain as the man slid from him and moved off the bed. For a micron; there was only the sound of his breathing; and he prayed they had left. Suddenly; he felt the bed sink again, heard the moaning from the other man. He bit into the gag; trying to relax his body. He felt something probe the entrance to his ass, fireworks suddenly exploding behind his eyes. He screamed, realizing that they had the club in him. Excruciating pain seared through him, and he fought against the restraints.
Reese tried not to laugh; as he pumped the club into Starbuck, going a little deeper each time. As he pulled the club out; he saw blood covering the end. He pumped his own cock in time to the thrusting club. The sight of the blond warrior twisting his body against the restraints had him eager for release. He suddenly pulled the club away, straddling Starbuck. He slid into Starbuck easily, coming right away. He heard Cevis moan; and turned to see him pumping his own cock. He climbed off the bed, glaring at Cevis. They had agreed no vocal sounds. Reese could not afford to be implicated in any way. Picking up the club, he noticed the amount of blood. He glanced down at Starbuck; fearful they had gone too far. He sighed in relief when he heard the soft moaning. He motioned for Cevis to follow; and walked out the door. Once they were far enough away; he whispered. "I thought I told you to keep your mouth shut!"
Cevis pulled the mask off. "Relax, he didn't recognize me."
Reese fumed, "I won't be implicated in this. Understand?"
Cevis took a step back. "Yeah, I understand."
"Good. Now get Harlo to clean him up and release him. We'll have the entire Galactica on our ass if he doesn't make it back." He thought for a micron; before instructing. "Get this place emptied out. If he does go to security, this room has to be empty."
Cevis asked nervously, "Can you control security?"
Reese grinned. "Of coarse. This room will have to remain empty for a few sectons. After the investigation dies down, we can reopen for business." He placed his hand on Cevis's shoulder. "Relax, he probably won't even report it. Not the infamous lady-killer. Think of what the IFB would do to him!"
Cevis laughed softly. "Yeah, you're probably right."
Reese whispered. "Get him out of here quickly." Cevis nodded and Reese decided that he better leave.
Cevis waited for Reese to leave before summoning Harlo over. "Get him cleaned up and out of here. Once he's gone, get back here and help me clean this place out."
Harlo nodded, hurrying off down the hall. He sensed Cevis's apprehension and prayed to the Lords that he wouldn't take it out on him. Gathering supplies, he walked into the room where the warrior was shackled to the bed, moaning at the damage that had been done. Blood soaked into the thin mattress, and the man had deep bruises covering his back. Harlo cautiously walked over, removing the blindfold. He was surprised to see the warrior's eyes open. In a soothing voice, he whispered, "Easy. I'm going to get you out of here."
Starbuck watched warily as the young man slowly removed the shackles on his feet, before releasing his hands. As soon as he was free, he quickly got off the bed. He swayed dizzily, and sagged against the wall. Harlo, with his hands held in a non-threatening manner, walked slowly towards him. Starbuck simply stared at him, then his knees suddenly buckled and he slid down the wall.
Harlo knelt beside the man, noticing that his eyes were still open wide. He gathered the warm water and rags he had brought and began to wash away the blood. After a few microns he leaned close the warrior's ear. "Listen, I have to apply some medicine to stop the bleeding. It will burn, but I won't hurt you like those other men."
Starbuck tensed as he felt Harlo's hands probe his ass. He sucked in his breath harshly as Harlo inserted his fingers. A deep burning ripped through him. He cried out and tried to move away. Harlo's hand on his shoulder gently held him still. He heard Harlo's soft voice. "Easy. The medicine will help." He forced himself to lie still, as the burning was replaced with numbness.
Harlo felt the warrior relax under his hands. He pulled his fingers out and reached for a rag. He wound up the rag, and soaked it in the medicine. He gripped the warrior's shoulder tighter and quickly shoved the rag into his ass. The warrior moaned loudly, arching his back. Harlo grabbed him by the arms, holding him tight. He carefully lay down beside him, whispering, "I'm sorry!" He waited a micron while the warrior caught his breath. Leaning in close, he whispered, "Relax a micron. Once the medicine starts to work, it will numb the pain for a few centons."
Starbuck felt something slide inside him, instantly numbing the pain. He moaned in relief as the pain diminished. Opening his eyes, he saw Harlo pulling his pants up. Gathering his strength, he pushed the young man's hands away. He buckled his own pants and reached for his shirt, pulling it on. Slowly he rose to his feet, avoiding Harlo's help. He breathed deeply, wanting to get the frak out of there. He managed to find his voice, and in a harsh voice, whispered. "Leave me the frak alone." He moved away, only caring about escaping. He walked down the hall cautiously, hurrying as he saw the door.
The walk back to the room he shared with Apollo was a blur, the pain making him dizzy. Finally; he found himself at his door. Keying in the code, he walked stiffly inside. The doors sealed behind him; and he breathed a sigh of relief that Apollo had not returned. Grabbing his bag, he started packing. Suddenly the pain was overwhelming; sinking to his knees he lost consciousness.
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Apollo wearily walked down the corridor. It was late and he had been playing Pyramid for centars. He was surprised he hadn't seen Starbuck; usually his friend visited the tables the micron he hit the Rising Star. He frowned as he realized his best friend probably found himself a beautiful woman to spend the cycle with. He sighed, wishing he had the courage to tell Starbuck that he loved him. A smile played across his face; as he remembered the fantasy he had earlier. He hoped; he had consumed enough ambrosa that he would be able to control himself around Starbuck. Keying in the code, he walked into the room.
Apollo cried out as he saw Starbuck lying beside the bed, a dark patch staining the floor beneath him. "Frak, Starbuck!" Apollo cried; as he knelt down beside him. He tried to find a pulse, and his fingers trembled so badly, that, for a micron he couldn't find one. He closed his eyes, and silently thanked the Lords as he felt the weak life beating under his fingers. Quickly he rose and ran to the comm unit. Hearing the operator acknowledge his page, he shouted, "I need a med. team!" After the operator assured him that a med. team was on the way, he ran back to Starbuck. Starbuck softly moaned; and Apollo knelt down beside him. Gently running his hand through Starbuck's hair, Apollo whispered, "Shh. Help is on the way."
Starbuck opened his eyes, hearing Apollo's gentle voice. A hand softly caressed his face and neck; he met Apollo's eyes. He was surprised at what he saw in them, pure love. Before the realization sunk in, more pain seared through him. He moaned in agony, feeling Apollo grip his hand tightly.
Apollo held Starbuck's hand, hoping it provided comfort. Hearing the door swish open, he saw the med team rushing towards them. He was pushed to the side as two med techs began to examine Starbuck. He watched in a daze as they placed him on a hover stretcher and ran from the room. Apollo's eyes focused on the patch of blood left behind, Starbuck's blood. Staring at it, he was horrified as he realized he might never see his friend again. He prayed to the Lords for a miracle, before running after the stretcher.
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Apollo watched Boomer pace the small room. The sight of Starbuck's blood filled his mind. Trying to clear the image, he sighed and ran his hands through his hair, muttering softly. "I wonder how long they're going to be in there?"
Boomer heard the pain in Apollo's voice and tried to ease it. "It's only been a few centars, Apollo."
Apollo didn't reply; the same fear gnawed at him as when Serina had died. He nearly jumped out of his skin as the doors suddenly opened revealing Dr. Omin. The doctor looked exhausted, and Apollo rose slowly to his feet. His heart beating wildly, he waited for the doctor to speak.
Dr. Omin silently observed the two men for a micron, seeing concern and fear in their eyes. He asked quietly, "Gentlemen, will you please follow me?" He turned and led them to his office, wanting to explain the situation in private.
Boomer met Apollo's eyes, a deep panic settling around his heart. He followed Apollo to the doctor's office.
Once the doors were sealed, Dr. Omin turned to the two men. "Lieutenant Starbuck is resting. I'm afraid he suffered a vicious attack. He was raped repeatedly."
Apollo sank into a chair, at the doctor's words. When he found Starbuck, he hadn't realized what had occurred. He thought his friend had been beaten. He heard Boomer moan behind him.
Dr Omin gave the warriors a micron, before continuing. "I'm afraid he was raped by several people as well as a foreign object. We had to surgically repair his colon and ruptured bladder. He suffered severe tearing, externally as well as internally." He paused, again to let his listeners accept this. He continued softly, "Less seriously, he suffered extensive bruising along his chest and back, as well as his genitals."
Apollo managed to choke out, "Will he recover?"
The doctor sighed, "Physically? Yes. Emotionally? No one knows what damage was done." He paused, gathering his thoughts. "I have informed Colonel Tigh of the situation. He's sending a security team to initiate an investigation."
Boomer tried to hold his emotions together as he asked; "Can we see him?"
Dr Omin hesitated; before answering; "He's heavily sedated and won't be aware of your presence."
Apollo rose from the chair. "Please doctor, just a few centons."
Dr Omin hesitated a micron; before nodding his head. "Okay, only for a few centons." He led them out of his office to the small private room where Starbuck was sleeping. As they walked inside, he turned to Apollo and Boomer. "Only a few centons."
Apollo nodded as the doctor left, and focused on the figure lying on the bed. Starbuck was asleep, and appeared to be resting comfortably. As they approached the bed, Apollo reached for Starbuck's hand, holding it gently. He squeezed the fingers; and whispered. "We're here Starbuck. Boomer and I are here."
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Starbuck buckled his boots waiting for Salik and the results of the exam. It had been two sectons since the attack; and he hoped he would be certified to fly again. He knew though that it would be unlikely. According to Dr. Salik's recommendation; he needed psychological counseling. The thought sent shivers along his spine. He couldn't be honest; and tell the counselor he had gone voluntarily, and that somehow it had gotten out of control. So he avoided the subject, hoping they would drop it. He straightened up as Dr Salik entered the room.
Salik frowned at the warrior as he entered the room. "Starbuck, you still have some swelling internally, which I don't understand. Are you following the guidelines I gave you?"
Starbuck looked away. "Yes, for the most part." Salik raised his eyebrow in question, and Starbuck continued. "I went to the simulator a few times." He saw the stern expression on the doctor's face. Defeated, he continued softly. "I just wanted to keep my skills sharp."
Salik tried to hide his anger. "If you don't follow my instructions, you won't be flying again." Starbuck remained silent, and he asked, "Have you made arrangements with the counselor yet?" Starbuck shook his head and Salik sighed. He walked over and placed a gentle hand on Starbuck's shoulder. "I just gave my report to Commander Adama. He wants to see you."
Starbuck wearily rose from the bed, and walked towards the door. He turned as Salik called his name. "Starbuck, I want to see you in three cycles. In the meantime, stay away from the simulator." Starbuck nodded and walked out of the Life Center.
Adama read the report from Chief Security Officer Joling. So far the security team had found no evidence as to who attacked Starbuck. He sighed in frustration, as he read the notes from Joling. 'Lieutenant Starbuck remembers nothing of the attack. He appears to be cooperating fully, but I can not dismiss the fact that he appears to be hiding something.' Adama frowned, 'what could Starbuck be hiding?' He looked up as the door chime sounded. "Come." Starbuck slowly entered his office, and Adama couldn't help but wonder as he saw the look of fear in Starbuck's eyes. "Starbuck, please sit."
Starbuck sat in the chair warily; not really sure as to why he was here. He swallowed nervously, tying to calm his nerves. Adama watched Starbuck for a micron, hoping the younger man would relax. He had known this man for yahrens; he was part of the family. He smiled warmly. "Relax Starbuck. This is a social visit." He was grateful to see the tremulous smile on Starbuck's face. "Starbuck, I just received a report from Joling, and unfortunately there is little progress in the investigation."
"Yes sir," Starbuck answered softly.
Adama continued, "Can you think of anything else that might help us?"
Starbuck looked away, hating to lie to this man. "No sir. I told you everything that I remember. I was knocked unconscious and when I woke up, two men stood over me." His voice choked, "They wore masks…I didn't recognize them."
Adama stood and walked over to Starbuck, resting his hand on his shoulder. He was surprised to find him trembling. "Okay, okay." His voice softened, "If you remember anything else, we need to know." Starbuck nodded, and Adama softly ordered. "I want you to make arrangements with the counselor."
Starbuck winced, hating the idea. He met Adama's eyes and saw that arguing was pointless. He rose from the chair. "Yes sir. Am I dismissed?"
Adama sighed, "Yes, Starbuck, you may go." As Starbuck left his office, Adama reached down and picked up the holo-pic from his desk. It showed Apollo, Athena, Zac and Starbuck. They all seemed so happy and carefree. Adama's hand trembled as he set the picture down, his youngest was gone from them forever and he worried whether Starbuck would ever be the same.
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After leaving Counselor Banks' office, Starbuck walked aimlessly down the corridor. He didn't want to return to his quarters just yet. After a few centons, he found himself climbing the ladder to the celestial dome. Sealing the door, he opened the protective shields. He slowly sat, savoring the beautiful view. He lit a fumerillo, inhaling deeply. In the distance, a small speck whizzed by. Starbuck smiled, recognizing it as a viper. He grin grew broader as he remembered Banks telling him he was going to clear him for flying. Starbuck couldn't wait until he climbed into a viper again, for then life would return to normal. An image of his wingmate Apollo flashed through his mind. His smile dimmed, as he realized that for him, life could never be normal. He knew he could never tell Apollo that he was in love with him. He laughed bitterly; Apollo could never love someone like him. He was destined to be alone.
Apollo pressed on the door chime one more time. He sighed in frustration, wondering where Starbuck could have gone. He knew that he had a session with Banks, and was anxious to find out how it had gone. He hadn't seen much of his friend over the past secton, and was worried about his emotional progress. He wandered towards the officers' lounge, hoping Starbuck would be there.
Starbuck continued to stare out in space. He closed his eyes in pain; as the images of the attack washed over him. For three sectons he had tried to suppress them. He was always unsuccessful; reliving the attack in his nightmares. He groaned, forcibly pushing the memories away. He tried to focus on the fact that he was cleared to fly. He hoped that, once he was flying, he wouldn't have to see the counselor anymore. The sound of the hatch opening interrupted Starbuck's thoughts. He was startled, not expecting the sudden noise. Apollo grinned warmly at him; and he relaxed, returning the smile.
Apollo closed the hatch; before sitting beside Starbuck. For a few microns he enjoyed the view, always amazed at the beauty. He turned to Starbuck. "I haven't seen much of you lately."
"Yeah, I know." Starbuck replied softly. He met Apollo's eyes. "I don't feel like going out in public."
Apollo reached out and grasped Starbuck's shoulder. "I understand, but I still miss you."
Starbuck smiled, a flush staining his cheeks. He pulled his eyes away from Apollo's, staring out the dome. He swallowed heavily; wishing Apollo missed him as a lover, as opposed to a friend. He was gratified that the room was dimly lit with only the illumination of the stars. Apollo's nearness and tender concern caused his cock to pulse with need. He willed his body under control, hoping Apollo wouldn't see his arousal.
Apollo felt the stiffness in Starbuck's shoulders; and began a gentle massage. He was thrilled when Starbuck didn't pull away; instead he let out a small moan of satisfaction. Apollo moved slowly closer, continuing his massage. He managed to crawl behind Starbuck, using both hands to massage him. He felt the muscles slowly relax; and gathered courage from Starbuck's moans. Apollo felt his cock throb with need; as he worked Starbuck's shoulders. He suddenly leaned close; and kissed Starbuck's ear. He froze with fear as Starbuck slowly turned and met his eyes. They remained silent, simply staring at one another. Apollo was surprised that Starbuck hadn't moved away in fear or disgust. He leaned in close, pausing a micron before their lips touched. Starbuck remained frozen, and Apollo kissed him. A soft tender kiss, which sent Starbuck's heart racing. Apollo reached up and gently cupped Starbuck's face as the kiss intensified. To Apollo's delight, Starbuck parted his lips and slipped his tongue inside Apollo's mouth. As Apollo sucked on Starbuck's tongue, he gently eased them to the floor.
Starbuck moaned, as Apollo gently lay him down and stretched out beside him. Starbuck pulled him close; and rolled over to lie half on top of him. He broke the kiss, breathing heavily, then he whispered. "Apollo, I.."
Apollo reached up and caressed Starbuck's face, seeing the confusion in the blue eyes. He whispered soothingly; "Shh, not now." He gently pulled Starbuck's face close to his, kissing him urgently. Apollo was desperate for release, his cock throbbing painfully. He reached down and opened his pants, sighing as his cock was released.
Starbuck froze when he saw Apollo's throbbing cock. Apollo groaned; and pushed him onto his back. He trembled as Apollo unbuttoned his shirt and caressed his bare chest. Apollo's mouth moved down his neck, and across his chest. He began to panic, remembering past experiences with men. As Apollo's tongue licked and sucked his nipples, he cried out. Apollo continued, but Starbuck was no longer with Apollo, he was with a stranger, a stranger who wore a mask. The mouth moved lower, sucking on his lower stomach. A strangled cry escaped his lips as the man opened his pants. He was paralyzed with fear, unable to move.
Apollo moaned as he freed Starbuck's cock. He gently pumped, licking his lips as a bubble of pre cum gathered on the tip. Bending, he licked it off, savoring the taste. He smiled as he looked into Starbuck's eyes. His smile froze as he saw the blinding terror. Quickly crawling back up to Starbuck's head, he whispered; "Gods! Starbuck! I'm sorry, please talk to me!" Gathering Starbuck into his arms, he held him tightly. He closed his eyes in pain as he felt Starbuck trembling. He kissed him lightly on the cheek, whispering softly, "I'm so sorry."
Apollo's soft words finally penetrated the fear, and Starbuck groaned as he realized what happened. He pushed Apollo away, climbing to his feet. With trembling hands he quickly buttoned his shirt and pants, avoiding Apollo's eyes as he whispered; "I'm sorry, Apollo. I have to leave." He reached for the hatch, feeling Apollo grab his arm.
Apollo was scared and confused as he pleaded; "Please, Starbuck, talk to me!" Apollo touched Starbuck's face, whispering softly; "I love you Starbuck."
"I can't. I'm…sorry." Starbuck whispered. He pulled the hatch open and quickly climbed down.
Apollo stared in shock, long after Starbuck had left. He slammed his fist into the side of the wall, screaming. "Frak!" He realized he had just frightened off the one person he truly loved. He rested his back against the wall, slowly sinking to the floor. He blew it because he couldn't control his desire.
As soon as the doors to his quarters closed, Starbuck fell to his knees. He cursed himself for pushing away the one person he wanted most. Apollo's touch had been wonderful, until the vicious memories invaded. Fear crept into his heart; he wondered if the memories would ever fade.
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Reese walked off the shuttle, smiling as he saw Cevis standing in the far corner. The other travelers dispersed, and he walked over to where Cevis was waiting. They walked silently through a deserted corridor for several centons before Reese spoke. "Good news. The investigation is nearly over. They have nothing."
Cevis breathed a sigh of relief. "That is good news. I located another area to operate from. Is it clear to open business?"
Reese thought for a micron, before answering. "I think so. To be safe, only accept regular clients."
Cevis nodded, a worried frown crossing his features. "What if the Lieutenant causes trouble?"
Reese grinned, "Don't worry, he won't." Reese continued as he saw the doubt still on Cevis' face. "I'll handle the Lieutenant if he does."
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Starbuck rose slowly from the floor, finally reaching a decision. If he wanted a life, he had to find out who attacked him. He decided that was the only way that the painful memories would go away. He sat down at his desk, quickly checking the flight schedule. He wasn't scheduled to fly for another three cycles; he hoped that would be enough time for him to find his attackers. He checked on the next shuttle to the Rising Star, smiling as he read one was leaving in the next centar. He quickly packed a bag, heading for the door. He paused, remembering Apollo. He sighed, throwing his bag to the floor. Sitting behind his desk, he sent Apollo a message.
"Apollo. I'm sorry about what happened in the dome. It wasn't your fault." He paused, collecting his thoughts. "I need a few cycles alone; to try to put the past where it belongs. Please try to give me the time I need. I love you, Apollo."
He broke off the communication, and grabbing his bag; headed for the shuttle bay.
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Apollo sat tiredly at his desk, noticing he had two messages. He ran his hands through his hair, at the moment; not really caring. He hit play, hearing Athena's voice. "Apollo. Boxey is staying with me tonight. Hope that's okay? Call me." He sighed; the way he was feeling, that was probably best. Starbuck's voice filled the room and he froze in anticipation. "Apollo. I'm sorry about what happened in the dome. It wasn't your fault." He held his breath waiting for Starbuck to continue. " I need a few cycles alone, to try to put the past where it belongs. Please try to give me the time I need. I love you, Apollo." Apollo's heart was beating wildly; he rewound the message, listening to it again. After the message finished, he rose from his chair. He paced the small room, his head telling him to give Starbuck the time he asked for, his heart telling him to rush to his quarters and to try and help him. "Frak! What should I do?" he screamed into the empty room.
Starbuck threw his bag onto the bed, thanking the Lords he was able to acquire a room on such short notice. Suddenly the realization that he was aboard the Rising Star hunting the men who attacked him became overwhelming. He sat slowly on the bed; running trembling fingers through his hair. Memories of being tied to the bed while they raped him flashed through his mind. He groaned, forcing himself off the bed. He took several deep breaths; and walked from the room.
Apollo nearly ran into the Officer's' Lounge. After spending several centons outside Starbuck's door, he had finally given up and started searching the Galactica. He was determined to find Starbuck, his heart winning the battle. He found himself in the Officer's Lounge, frowning, as he realized Starbuck wasn't there. He saw Boomer and, forcing a smile to his face, he walked over. "Hey Boomer, have you seen Starbuck?"
"Yeah. I saw him a few centars ago. He was headed for the Rising Star," Boomer answered. He chuckled, as he continued. "He said something about clearing some matters up before he returned to duty. My guess is he's hoping to finalize his new pyramid formula."
"The Rising Star? Why wou…" Apollo stopped, his mind hearing Starbuck's words. "I need a few cycles alone. To try and put the past where it belongs."
Apollo paled, and Boomer grabbed his arm in concern. "Apollo, are you okay?"
Apollo met Boomer's eyes, "Yeah. I have to go." He turned and hurriedly left the room before Boomer could ask any other questions. He ran towards the shuttle bay, his heart pounding. Starbuck had been attacked on the Rising Star; and Apollo feared he was going to do something rash. He saw the shuttle boarding and hurried on, barely making it before the door sealed.
Starbuck drank his ambrosia slowly, his eyes scanning the lounge. He had been sitting here nursing his drink for several centons; and so far he had nothing. He sighed in frustration, not knowing what to do next. Suddenly he saw Harlo on the far side of the room; talking with another man. Harlo laughed at something the man was saying. Starbuck rose slowly from his chair, walking towards the pair. Harlo walked from the lounge; and for a micron Starbuck lost sight of the man. He quickened his pace, hoping to catch him. By the time he had made it to the hall on the far side of the lounge, Harlo had disappeared. Starbuck ran his hands through his hair, not knowing what to do next. He recognized the hall from the last time he had visited the Rising Star. His heart pounding, he started off towards room S-553.
Apollo searched his pocket, looking for a cubit to tip the room servant. The man's constant chatter grated on his nerves. "I guess Lieutenant Starbuck forgot to tell me you were sharing his room, Captain." Apollo smiled, replying. "Yeah, I guess so." He breathed a sigh of relief as he was finally handed a key. He rang the chime, waiting a micron for Starbuck to answer. He wasn't surprised when no one came. Using his key, he stepped inside the room. He saw Starbuck's bag sitting on the bed. Glancing around he saw the room was empty.
Starbuck patted his waist, feeling the small laser that was hidden. As he approached room S-553, he pulled the laser, holding it tightly. After trying different codes, he finally gave up and aimed his laser at the control panel. The door opened immediately and cautiously, he stepped inside. Slowly he lowered the laser, the room totally empty. His nerves on fire, he slowly walked further into the room. As he walked down the hall, his breathing grew shallow. He stopped as he approached the small room where he was attacked. He was trembling violently, as he stepped into the room. There were no signs of anything sinister ever happening here. Visions of men wearing masks danced in front of his eyes. He jumped, and turned quickly, hearing a noise behind him. There was no one there. He lowered his laser cursing himself. He ran for the main door, wanting to escape. Once out in the corridor, he leaned against the wall, gasping for air. He slowly sank to the floor, trying to control his violent trembling. After several centons, he pushed himself to his feet. Defeated, he walked towards his room. He was waiting for the lift when he heard footsteps in the next corridor. Curious, he glanced around the corner and saw Harlo disappear behind a door. He pulled his laser, and followed quickly.
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Cevis was thrilled; his new location was perfect. It was larger than S-553 with more rooms to service his clientele. It was also located in the very bottom of the ship, in a corner that was for storage of outdated equipment. Cevis grinned, the last time someone was down here was probably over a yahren ago. His smile faded as Reese walked into the main room.
Reese grinned at Cevis. "Relax. I'm here on pleasure."
Cevis smiled, and answered proudly, "Sure, Reese. But first let me show you around. It's perfect!"
"Okay," Reese answered. He followed Cevis through the main room. After several centons, Reese had to admit he was impressed. "It is perfect, Cevis. No one will no it exists."
"It sure is. But I haven't shown you the best part." Cevis boosted. He led Reese through another door, leading him inside. He turned to Reese, a huge grin spreading across his features.
Reese whistled, as he looked around the room. A bed was mounted to the floor in the center of the room. As he walked closer, he saw that the bed had several leather straps mounted to the sides, obviously to hold one's arms, legs, and head. His eyes moved from the bed and saw two tables in the corners. One held various dildoes, of different sizes. He walked closer, seeing whips, cock rings, and several long narrow metal bars. He picked one up and raised an eyebrow at Cevis. "What's this?"
Cevis laughed, "Some of my clients are into pain. Here let me demonstrate." He picked up a handle and inserted one of the metal bars. The handle began to hum, and Cevis squeezed the trigger.
Reese flinched as he saw a small arch of current jump from the tip. He winced as he imagined where the small rod would go. He shivered and was relieved when Cevis turned it off. He walked to the other table and saw a variety of bottles and needles. "What are these?"
Cevis picked up a bottle; "This will give you a permanent hard on. Its called Wonder, and it allows the user to achieve climax many, many times." He placed the bottle down carefully, picking up another. "This one is a favorite, its called Poison. Once given, the client's nervous system is overloaded, every touch, every caress is extremely painful." He paused, placing the bottle down. "It's very dangerous though; if the client is ill in any way, it can cause death."
Reese eyed the bottle warily. "And this is popular?"
Cevis nodded. "Yeah."
Reese eyed the other contents in the room, several more whips and masks hung on the wall. He shook his head in dismay. "I just want a regular room."
Cevis clapped him on the back. "A regular room it is!" He led Reese from the room, guiding him down the hall.
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Starbuck swallowed nervously as he followed Harlo through the dark maze. He knew he was on the bottom level and could hear the engines roaring loudly. He once again held his laser tightly, crouching behind some crates as Harlo glanced around him. His heart was beating wildly, and he looked from behind the crate, seeing Harlo disappear around another corner. Running his hand nervously through his hair, he debated whether he should forget the whole idea. An image of Apollo whispering "I love you Starbuck" made him realize he had to go through with it. If he expected a future, he needed to put the past to rest. He gathered his courage and crept out of his hiding place. He turned the corner where he last saw Harlo, and saw a room. He walked silently towards the door holding the laser in his hand.
Pain erupted in his wrist as someone grabbed his out stretched hand. He heard the bones snap right before he heard the laser clattering on the ground. He managed to punch the attacker with his left hand, feeling a moment's satisfaction as he heard the grunt of pain. He grabbed the man by his hair and was about to bring his knee into his face, when he felt someone else grabbing him from behind. He choked as the man tightened a rope across his throat. He tried to pull the rope away, gasping for air. The first attacker straightened from the blow Starbuck had landed, and began to punch him in the ribs. Starbuck's eyes bulged as he gasped in pain, his vision dimming. Finally the man loosened his grip, dragging Starbuck towards the door. The door opened and Starbuck was shoved inside, falling to his knees. He was left kneeling on the floor, holding his throat and sucking in air. Through the hissing in his ears, he heard men talking. He finally managed to look up; and what he saw shocked him. Reese and another man stood staring at him.
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Harlo watched horrified as he saw the warrior on the floor. He had seen him in the lounge, and instantly realized he had followed him. He turned to Cevis, afraid that he would realize it. He jumped nervously as he heard Cevis order the two guards. "Frac! Put him in the back room!" Harlo winced inwardly, knowing what that room was designed for. He watched with sympathy as the two guards dragged the warrior off. He turned frightened eyes towards Cevis, waiting for his instructions.
Reese fumed, "How the frac did he find us?"
Cevis snapped at Harlo. "Get on with the clients!" Harlo ran from the room, hiding from view in an empty room. He listened carefully, fearful of the men in the next room.
Cevis stammered, "I…I'm not sure."
Reese paced the length of the room, trying to figure out what they should do next. He stopped pacing and turned towards Cevis. "He can't leave here alive."
Cevis choked, "What! Are you crazy? The entire Galactica will be on top of us!"
Reese stepped closer to Cevis, fuming. "He's identified us! The Galactica will be all over us if he leaves here alive." He paused, staring at Cevis intently. "We'll get rid of his body in the recycle chute. They'll never find him."
Cevis nodded slowly, realizing that it was the only way. He met Reese's eyes, "You're sure this will work?"
Reese smiled; trying to ease the other mans worries. "It's the only way." He waited a micron before clapping him on the back. "Lets see how well this new room of yours works!"
Harlo waited until Reese and Cevis had walked past, before coming out of his hiding place. He trembled with fear, not knowing what he should do. He had taken a strong liking to the warrior, and didn't want to see him hurt any more. He stood in the open room for several centons; until suddenly he heard a cry come from the back room. He ran from the room, not stopping until he was several levels higher.
Apollo sighed in frustration; he had scoured the Rising Star and still couldn't find Starbuck. He wandered the corridors aimlessly; trying to decide what he should do next. He was startled when a young man burst through a door breathing heavily. Apollo stared at him, wondering where he came from. He reached out a hand, resting it on the man's arm. In a soft voice, he asked. "Is there something wrong?"
Harlo choked in horror as he recognized the warrior. Standing before him was Captain Apollo, Starbuck's wing mate. Involuntarily, he took a step back. He stammered, "No! I..I'm late for an appointment."
Apollo nodded, and Harlo gave him a tentative smile and began running down the corridor.
Apollo watched him go, a nagging sensation washing over him. He turned and headed for his room, hoping Starbuck had returned.
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As soon as Starbuck saw the table in the center of the room, he fought with the guards. They striped him easily, tearing his clothes from his body. He soon found himself strapped to the table, his arms and legs spread wide. Once he was restrained, the guards left. He trembled in fear as he looked around the room. What he saw frightened him more than any Cylon attack. Various whips adorned the walls. On one of the tables he saw dildos and other devices he didn't recognize. His frightened eyes moved to the other table, he swallowed heavily taking in the assortment of drugs.
Reese smiled, seeing Starbuck restrained on the table. He was going to make the cocky warrior suffer, and enjoy every micron of it. He picked up a gag and a blindfold, quickly putting them on Starbuck. He turned to Cevis. "Ready?"
Cevis licked his lips, nodding eagerly. He let Reese take the lead, watching him as he picked out a small dildo. He watched curiously as Reese slowly and gently inserted it into Starbuck. Reese grasped Starbuck's limp cock, stroking it.
Reese chuckled as he soon had Starbuck's cock pulsing in his hand. He leaned down next to Starbuck's head, whispering. "You like this don't you?"
Starbuck moaned softly in humiliation. An image of Apollo floated across his mind, he pushed it away. He gasped as warm wetness engulfed his cock, thrusting his hips. He heard Reese chuckle and felt his mouth slid off him. Reese's voice whispered in his ear. "That's enough of that." He screamed through the gag as his testicles were twisted savagely.
Cevis laughed as Starbuck arched against his restraints, Reese twisting and squeezing his sac. Reese pulled the dildo from Starbuck, meeting Cevis' eyes. He nodded and Cevis pushed his pants off; stroking his erection before climbing onto the bed. He lay down on top of Starbuck, his cock seeking entrance. He pushed himself brutally inside, hearing the warrior moan through the gag. He thrust harder, biting Starbuck on the chest and stomach. Hearing the helpless moans spurred him on. Blood filled his mouth as he sank his teeth into his flesh, his orgasm building. He arched his back, sinking his cock deep inside Starbuck's ass. He cried out in ecstasy as he filled the struggling man's ass with his seed. Slowly coming back from the heavens, he climbed off the table. Reese grinned at him, walking over to the drugs. He picked up the drug called wonder, slowly inserting the needle into his own arm. Cevis gasped, "What are you doing?"
Reese grinned, "I plan on enjoying myself all night." He grabbed one of the metal rods before climbing on the bed, kneeling between Starbuck's spread legs. He wanted to play with the lieutenant, mess with his mind before he killed him. He leaned down over Starbuck's cock, sucking on it slowly. Carefully he inserted two fingers, rubbing on the gland deep inside. Starbuck's cock stiffened, and soon was throbbing. He continued, sucking the organ deeper into his throat. He reached for the metal rod, knowing Starbuck was about to come. As the first shot of his come filled his mouth, he quickly pulled his mouth off and inserted the rod into the slit squeezing the trigger. Starbuck's muffled scream filled the room, as come bubbled around the rod.
Starbuck imagined it was Apollo's mouth pleasuring him. As he began to orgasm, he was suddenly filled with intense pain. He screamed through the gag, gripping the sides of the bed tightly. White dots exploded in his head, he sagged back against the bed losing consciousness.
Reese pulled the rod out and sank himself into Starbuck, thrusting to completion. He climbed off the bed, smiling as he realized he still had an erection. He met Cevis' eyes. "Hand me a whip."
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Apollo walked through the corridors feeling frustrated. He had searched the entire ship, and still couldn't find Starbuck. He suddenly saw the young man who had run into him earlier pacing the corridor. He frowned, something wasn't right. He walked over to the man, startling him as he spoke. "Hey." Apollo noticed the way he had jumped and stared at him nervously. Apollo knew something was terribly wrong. He asked, "You know Lieutenant Starbuck?"
Harlo shook his head, stammering. "No…no I don't." He looked around, noticing that they were the only two people in the corridor.
Apollo knew he was lying and grabbed him by the shirt thrusting him against the bulkhead. Through clenched teeth, he spoke threateningly. "Where is he?"
Frightened, Harlo managed. "It wasn't my fault!"
Apollo's heart beat wildly; he repeated the question tightening his hold. "Where the frak is he?"
"Down on level Q! I couldn't stop them!" Harlo choked out.
Apollo held the young man, his words causing Apollo's heart to shatter. He managed to pull himself together. "Show me!" Harlo nodded and Apollo released him. He followed Harlo down the corridor. A few centars later, he found himself crouched behind some crates in the storage section of the ship. Harlo whispered, "He's in there." Apollo nodded, glancing at the door. A piece of metal glittered of the dim lighting Apollo reached for it. It was Starbuck's small laser. He glanced at Harlo, thrusting it into his hand. "Come with me."
Harlo shook his head, his eyes wide with fright. "No, I can't; they'll kill me!"
Apollo grabbed him. "If he's dead, they won't touch you. Because I'll kill them first!"
Harlo swallowed nervously, and glanced at the door, whispering. "They took him to the back room. I'll show you."
Apollo followed Harlo; soon he found himself inside and walking silently down a narrow hall. At the end of the hallway, Harlo pointed to the door. Apollo nodded, and in one fluid motion he shot the door and stepped inside the room. What he saw horrified him, Reese was on top of Starbuck thrusting brutally. His moans of passion were drowned out by Starbuck's muffled cries of agony. Apollo fired his laser, hitting Reese. He fell immediately off the bed, lying in a crumpled heap on the floor. Apollo turned his laser on the other man, who cowered in the corner. His voice shook as he ordered Harlo. "Release him!"
Harlo ran to the warrior on strapped to the bed. He unbuckled his wrists and ankles, finally removing the gag and blindfold. He turned to Apollo waiting for further instructions.
"Go find a wall Comm and get a med team!" Apollo ordered. Harlo ran from the room, and Apollo took an unsteady step towards Starbuck. He moaned softly as he saw the blood staining the bed. He raised furious eyes on the shaking man in the corner. The man whispered frantically, "He wanted this! He was a paying customer!"
Apollo fired his laser, shutting off his lies. He looked down at Starbuck, horrified at what he saw. Starbuck's entire body was covered in welts and deep black bruises. Blood pooled alarmingly between his legs. Apollo cried out as he saw his genitals bruised and swollen. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw some extra sheets lying on the floor. He grabbed one and carefully covered Starbuck. Harlo ran back into the room, "The med team and security are on the way!" Apollo sat down beside his love; and whispered softly. "Go wait for them." As Harlo left again, Apollo reached for Starbuck's hand.
Starbuck moaned in pain; he felt a gentle hand brush his hair away from his face. He opened his eyes and saw Apollo sitting beside him. Apollo smiled down at him, whispering softly. "Shh, love. I'm here now. It's going to okay." Starbuck blinked, trying to figure out if he was dreaming. In a voice barely audible, he whispered. "Apollo…."
Apollo nodded, squeezing the hand tight. "Yeah, it's me Starbuck. I'm real."
Starbuck reached up a trembling hand, touching Apollo's face. He closed his eyes as the reality of the man sitting beside him sank in. Darkness pulled him and he gave up the fight.
Apollo became frightened as he saw Starbuck's eyes close and his body go limp. He screamed, "Starbuck?" With a shaking hand, he felt for Starbuck's pulse. He released his breath as he felt it beating under his fingers. He leaned down next to Starbuck's ear, whispering. "Its over, love. I killed them; they won't hurt you again. No one will!" He turned his head and kissed Starbuck's ear. "I love you." He sat up as he heard people running down the hall. The security team ran into the room followed by the med team. He stepped back as the med techs took over Starbuck's care. He watched worriedly as they barked orders at each other. As they transferred Starbuck to a hover board, Chief of Security Joling walk towards him.
"Reese and the other man are dead. Care to tell me what happened?" Joling asked.
Apollo watched as the med team guided Starbuck from the room. He turned furious eyes on Joling. "They were killing him! I ordered them to stop and they refused, so I shot them."
Joling turned towards Harlo, "Is that the way it happened?"
"Yes!" Harlo whispered. "They were the ones who attacked the Lieutenant before. He tracked them down and was caught. They said they were going to kill him and dispose of him in the recycle chute."
Apollo's jaw clenched; he wished he could shoot them all over again. Turning to Joling, he said. "If you don't need me anymore, I would like to go and find out Lieutenant Starbuck's condition."
Joling nodded and Apollo hurried from the room. His heart was racing as he ran towards the Rising Star's Life Center.
Inside the Life Center, Doctor Mazan began examining Starbuck. As he pulled the sheet aside, Starbuck moaned softly. He glanced at his med tech Tenia. "Set up the regenerator and begin work on the whip marks." As she moved off to follow his instructions, he gathered the equipment he would need to repair the torn rectum.
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Apollo paced the small waiting room. Finally after several centars he saw the doctor walking towards him. He braced himself, praying that Starbuck was still alive.
Doctor Mazan nodded at the Commander's son. "Captain Apollo." The young Captain nodded in return and Mazan began to explain the Lieutenant's condition. "The attack on Starbuck was brutal; however, he will survive." Mazan saw the Captain release his breath in relief and continued. "We repaired the torn tissue surrounding the rectum." He hesitated; a moment; before continuing. "He suffered some burning in the urethra. I spoke with Security; Joling informed us that he found a current-producing probe at the crime scene. With the degree of burning, I can only assume it was used on the Lieutenant." He saw Apollo pale; and continued softly. "He will make a full recovery, physically that is; mentally may be a different matter."
Apollo closed his eyes, the pain overwhelming him. He turned away, trying to gather strength. After a few microns, he asked softly, "Can I see him?"
"He's asleep. You can have a few centons with him." Mazan answered softly. He led Apollo to the small room that held Starbuck.
Apollo's legs trembled as he walked towards the bed. A thin sheet covered Starbuck's lower body. Apollo's eyes focused on the thin red lines across Starbuck's chest, the regenerator not completely healing them. He reached for Starbuck's hand, squeezing it tightly and sitting down in the chair beside the bed. He stroked Starbuck's cheek, tears filling his eyes. He prayed to the Gods that Starbuck would heal, that they could have a loving relationship together. He glanced at the door, before leaning over and tenderly kissing Starbuck on the lips. He whispered, "I'm here, Starbuck."
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Starbuck sat in his quarters, he had been released from the Life Center a few centars earlier and had a briefing with Commander Adama. He closed his eyes in misery; the Commander had placed him on indefinite personal leave. That was the last thing Starbuck wanted all he wanted was to get back into his viper, but the Commander had refused, not until Counselor Banks had cleared him. At his desk, he keyed in a request to meet the counselor. A few microns later his terminal beeped and he saw that he had an appointment the following cycle. He sighed and turned off the terminal in disgust, rising from his chair and walking to his bedroom. He stripped slowly, observing his body in the mirror. All signs of the attack had vanished, even the red lines from the whip. He climbed on his bed, lying on his back. He thought of Apollo, and closed his eyes in shame. Apollo had been the one to find him strapped to the table, had killed his tormentors. Starbuck knew from Boomer that Adama, Tigh, and Joling had a private hearing with Apollo. Boomer had told Starbuck that the investigation was now closed and that Apollo had been cleared.
When Starbuck had first awakened in the Life Center, Apollo had been there. As the cycles passed, Starbuck saw less of his friend. He figured Apollo really didn't love him. Sure he cared for him as a friend, but he was damaged goods. He remembered the time he had spent with Apollo in the dome; fear had made him lose control. Apollo deserved someone that could return his love, not someone who was a sexual cripple. He closed his eyes, reliving the first tender moments. His hand caressed his body, stroking his chest and stomach. He moaned softly as he imagined Apollo kissing him softly. His cock began to rise, and he reached down to massage his testicles. He moaned again, as he dreamed it was Apollo's tongue. Soon, he was pumping his cock, spreading the precum and gasping in ecstasy. Suddenly the door chime interrupted him. He cursed softly and quickly rose from the bed and hurriedly getting dressed.
Apollo waited outside of Starbuck's door. He and Boomer had just returned from patrol and he wanted to see how Starbuck was. He winced as he realized he hadn't had much time to visit him, his free time being consumed with patrols. He smiled slightly, now that Starbuck was back aboard the Galactica he would rectify that. He was determined to show Starbuck that he truly loved him. When there was no answer; he frowned, ringing the chime again. After a few microns, Starbuck answered the door breathless. Apollo smiled at the sight of his friend; it appeared he had awoken him. He asked, "Am I disturbing you?"
Starbuck couldn't hide the surprise at finding Apollo at his door. He stammered, "No..I was just lying down."
Apollo nodded; he remained in the corridor and after several awkward microns, suggested. "I can come back later if you're tired."
Starbuck finally found his voice. "No, please come in." He stepped aside and allowed Apollo to enter his quarters. Apollo sat on the couch, and Starbuck swallowed nervously wondering what Apollo wanted. He shivered as fear swept through him; he wondered what Apollo expected of him. He asked softly, "Would you like some ambrosia?"
Apollo nodded, realizing Starbuck was afraid; he tried to find the right words to ease his fears. He mentally cursed Reese, hoping he rotted in Hades. He watched as his friend poured two glasses, noticing the tremor in his hands. He accepted a glass, taking a long swallow. He rose from the couch and stood close to Starbuck. It hurt him to see Starbuck tense at his nearness. He slowly reached out and grasped Starbuck's hand, whispering, "I won't hurt you, Starbuck. I would never hurt you."
Starbuck stared into Apollo's eyes, seeing clearly the love. His voice was barely audible as he whispered, "I know." He froze as Apollo took his glass from his hands and placed it on the table, and stepped closer wrapping his arms around him. Apollo whispered softly in his ear. "Shh, Starbuck. Don't be afraid." After a few microns, the trembling eased and Starbuck rested his head against Apollo's shoulder. He closed his eyes, slowly adjusting to the feel of Apollo holding him. He relaxed slowly as Apollo continued to whisper soothing words and gently caress his back.
Apollo held Starbuck tight, smiling slightly as he felt Starbuck's arms tentatively return the embrace. Holding Starbuck so close, Apollo felt his cock rise. He closed his eyes and willed his body under control. Starbuck suddenly pulled away and stared at him warily. Apollo cursed himself, for a centon Starbuck had not been afraid. He spoke softly. "I'm sorry Starbuck. Holding you does that to me." He very carefully reached out and caressed Starbuck's face. "Because I love you." He was surprised when Starbuck didn't pull away.
Starbuck cursed himself; Apollo's reaction was natural. He was certain to drive his love away if he continued to be afraid of him. He forced himself to be still as Apollo reached out and touched his face. He took a deep breath and then stepped closer, wrapping his arms around Apollo. He closed his eyes as Apollo's arms tightened around him. He could feel Apollo's hard cock pushing against his own. Near Apollo's ear, he whispered, "I love you, too, Apollo."
Apollo held him tight, swearing he would never let him go. He wanted so much to show Starbuck how much he loved him, but realized he would have to take his time. He had to give his lover time to heal before he even thought about a physical relationship. He released Starbuck, stepping back slightly. Starbuck looked exhausted and he had only just been released from the Life Center. A plan formed in Apollo's mind; for now he would make sure Starbuck healed from his ordeal both mentally and physically before he attempted a sexual experience with him. He grasped Starbuck's hand and asked, "Have you eaten?"
"Yeah, I ate before I left the Life Center." Starbuck answered softly.
Apollo smiled, "Good." He began to lead Starbuck towards the bedroom when he felt a tug on his hand. He turned and saw the fear back in the bright blue eyes. He smiled and whispered reassuringly' "You need to rest, love." He pulled on Starbuck's hand, leading him to the bed.
After a brief hesitation, Starbuck followed Apollo. He sat on the bed, and Apollo's hands forced him to lie down. He trembled violently as Apollo lay down beside, pulling him against his chest. Apollo's hand stroked his hair and neck. Starbuck glanced down the length of Apollo's body, seeing the bulge in his pants. He leaned on one elbow meeting Apollo's eyes. "If you want to, go ahead" He reached down and cupped Apollo's erection.
Apollo could feel Starbuck's hand trembling violently and gently removed it. He couldn't believe Starbuck would simply offer himself to be used. He shook his head, wanting to prove to Starbuck, that he really did love him. "No, not until we're both ready." He eased Starbuck back down against his chest, continuing softly, "Our first time won't be marred by fear." He leaned forward, planting a kiss on Starbuck's hair. "It will be wonderful, love!"
Starbuck smiled, he couldn't believe that Apollo was willing to wait. He closed his eyes, suddenly exhausted.
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For several sectons, Starbuck continued to see Counselor Banks. Now he entered his quarters, burning with rage. He had just seen Commander Adama, and the Commander still refused to reinstate his flying privileges. Banks had informed the Commander that Starbuck wasn't cooperating, that until he did so, he should be grounded. He didn't know what the counselor wanted; he had tried to convince him he was fine. He opened a cupboard door, reaching for a bottle of ambrosia. He paused, seeing a bottle of Kellion alcohol. He opened the bottle, taking several long swallows. He turned sharply as he heard the door open. Apollo walked in, smiling at him.
Adama had told Apollo that Starbuck had not been cleared to fly that Banks still felt Starbuck had some deep-seated emotional problems. Apollo, being in command, understood this decision. However, being in love with the person for whom the judgement was made, it was hard. In the last several sectons, Apollo had spent all his free time with Starbuck. They were making progress: Starbuck hardly ever flinched from his touch anymore. But he knew that Starbuck suffered horrible nightmares. He had been awakened almost every night by Starbuck's screams. He would simply hold him, stroking his hair and back lovingly. He tried to get Starbuck to confide in him, but his lover remained silent, unwilling or unable to talk about it.
The door closed behind him, and Apollo could see the anger in Starbuck's eyes. He stepped closer, watching as Starbuck drank the alcohol. He spoke softly. "Is that helping?"
Starbuck turned his back to Apollo, not in the mood for a lecture. In a tight voice, he asked, "Please go. I just want to be alone."
Apollo sighed, wrapping his arms around Starbuck's waist. He leaned his head against his love's back, whispering, "Talk to me, Starbuck."
Suddenly filled with blind rage, Starbuck threw the bottle against the wall. He turned and met Apollo's eyes, shouting, "You want the details, Apollo? You want to know how they restrained me, strapped me to the bed before they raped me? Or maybe you want to hear about how they used a club on me!" Apollo took a step back, his eyes wide with fear. Starbuck followed, the pain flowing through him. "It hurt so bad, I thought I was going to be torn in two!" He saw Apollo's erection through his pants, and smirked. "Oh yeah! This turning you on?" Apollo shook his head; but Starbuck ignored him and grabbed him by the shoulders. He wrestled Apollo to the ground, lying on top of him. He trapped Apollo's arms, and roughly caressed Apollo through his pants. Through clenched teeth, he whispered, "Oh you want this!" He squeezed Apollo's cock, hearing him moan in pain. He unbuckled his pants, reaching inside.
Apollo was in shock, never had Starbuck hurt him. He moaned softly as he felt his pants being opened. He managed to free one arm, hitting Starbuck in the eye with enough force to momentarily stun him. Apollo managed to climb to his feet before he felt Starbuck tackle him again. They rolled on the ground, each vying for the upper hand. Starbuck was fighting with rage, and Apollo realized he could free himself, but not without seriously hurting Starbuck. He soon found himself on his stomach, feeling Starbuck pull his pants off roughly. He went limp; closing his eyes in agony as he realized what Starbuck was about to do.
Starbuck was breathing heavily; he heard Apollo's muffled cries and suddenly froze. He cursed softly and quickly climbed off Apollo. He crawled away, the reality of what he had done crushing him.
Apollo slowly moved, rising to his knees. As he buckled his pants, he saw Starbuck sitting on the floor crying softly, his face covered by his hands. Apollo moved cautiously, slowly reaching out and pulling Starbuck towards him. Starbuck clung to him, crying out his pain. Apollo held him tight, stroking his hair. He heard Starbuck whisper brokenly, "Apollo…..sorry." He squeezed Starbuck tighter, whispering softly, "Shh, Starbuck. It's okay, you didn't hurt me." He continued to hold him for several centons, trying to ease the trembling in Starbuck's body.
Starbuck allowed Apollo to hold him, closing his eyes in shame as he realized what he had almost done. Apollo continued to stroke him, whispering soft words in his ear. Counselor Banks had warned Starbuck that he was carrying around too much fear; that one cycle he would explode and hurt someone if he didn't work through it. Now it had happened, he had almost raped the one person who stood by him through all the traumas. And even after he tried to hurt him, Apollo held him tightly, whispering his love and understanding in his ear. He shifted slightly, wrapping his arms around Apollo and kissing him softly on the neck. He needed to show Apollo how much he loved him, and how sorry he was for hurting him. Apollo moaned softly, and Starbuck continued to kiss his neck, his mouth slowly moving towards Apollo's ear. He whispered softly, "Show me how not to be afraid."
As Starbuck licked the inside of his ear, Apollo moaned loudly and shivered with desire. With an effort, he pulled away and looked into Starbuck's eyes. He asked softly, "Are you sure?"
Starbuck nodded slightly, and Apollo climbed to his feet, offering Starbuck his hand. He led him into the bedroom, noticing the trembling Starbuck couldn't hide. At the bed, he paused and held Starbuck's hands. "If you want me to stop, tell me."
Starbuck nodded, and Apollo gently pushed him back onto the bed. Starbuck watched as Apollo sat beside him, the green eyes moving over his body. Apollo slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and Starbuck stared into his eyes, making sure he realized whom he was with. He moaned softly as Apollo leaned down and sucked on his nipple, his hand caressing his stomach. Starbuck tangled his hands in Apollo's thick hair, encouraging him to continue.
Apollo smiled as he heard Starbuck's moans. Feeling it was safe to continue, he moved his hand lower, gently cupping the thick erection. Starbuck gasped and Apollo froze, whispering, "Are you okay?"
Starbuck was having difficulty-forming words, Apollo's gentle loving burying his fear. He reached for Apollo pulling him back down, and kissed him urgently. He sucked on Apollo's tongue, once again feeling Apollo gently caress his cock through his pants. He moaned in frustration and reached for the teasing fingers, guiding them to his pants buckle.
Apollo chuckled softly, convinced now of Starbuck's desire. He unbuckled Starbuck's pants, sitting up to remove them completely. He sat back, admiring Starbuck's beautiful body. The long legs stretched out on the bed and between the legs his thick cock, throbbing with need against his flat stomach. Apollo licked his lips as he saw the rosy tip glistening with precum. Apollo leaned over Starbuck, running his tongue lightly up the long cock.
Starbuck gasped as he felt Apollo's tongue travel his length. He closed his eyes and threw his head back as Apollo slowly swallowed him. He moaned loudly as Apollo's tongue flicked over the tip, feeling the warm mouth begin to suck him eagerly. Starbuck was writhing on the bed, tangling his fingers into Apollo's hair. He gasped for breath, Apollo's mouth sending him soaring. He felt his orgasm building, his hips lifting off the bed.
Apollo felt the tenseness in Starbuck's body, heard his incoherent moaning. He knew Starbuck was close, he sucked harder, gently massaging Starbuck's testicles. Starbuck suddenly cried out; and a micron later Apollo was swallowing frantically. Starbuck collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for breath. Apollo lovingly licked him clean and crawled up the bed to lie beside him. He smiled as Starbuck opened his eyes, kissing him softly on the lips. He pulled away slightly, looking into Starbuck's eyes, and asked softly. "Did you enjoy?"
Starbuck stared into Apollo's eyes, shocked by the question. After a few microns, he whispered, "Gods yes!" He sat up slightly; noticing Apollo was still fully dressed. He touched Apollo's face, asking. "Apollo, you didn't…?"
Apollo leaned forward, kissing him again. "No, love. This is about you."
Tears filled Starbuck's eyes, he was amazed at the depth of unselfishness in his lover. A cleansing fire burned through him and he suddenly wanted more. He wanted Apollo to make love to him, sure that it would bury the past forever. He held Apollo's face between his hands, "Apollo, make love to me." He saw the immediate hesitation in the green eyes; he pleaded. "Please Apollo! I need to feel you inside me!" He didn't wait for a reply; he rose to his knees dragging Apollo with him. Starbuck kissed him passionately, tasting himself on Apollo's tongue. He removed Apollo's shirt, throwing it to the floor. Apollo's hands gently caressed his body as he frantically undressed him. Finally he had Apollo free of his clothes, and he pulled him down on the bed. Lying on their sides, Starbuck caressed Apollo lazily. He slid his hand across Apollo's chest, pinching his nipples. He smiled as he heard him moan in pleasure. Breaking the kiss, he bent his head and licked at the tiny nub. His hand sliding down Apollo's body squeezing Apollo's shaft and pumping gently. Starbuck knew Apollo was close; he stopped his gentle pumping and whispered, "Apollo, come inside me."
Apollo opened his eyes, staring into Starbuck's. "Are you sure?" Starbuck nodded and rolled over onto his stomach, spreading his legs. Apollo kissed him softly on the shoulder, whispering, "I'll be right back." He to the turbo wash searching frantically for lube, realizing if he couldn't find any there was no way he could make love to Starbuck. Just as he was about to give up, he saw the small tube. He sighed in relief and hurried back to the bedroom. Starbuck was sitting on the bed, and, as Apollo approached he took the lube from him. Apollo gasped as Starbuck gently spread the jell over his throbbing cock, pulling away suddenly to prevent coming. He could see the fear Starbuck was trying to hide. He sat beside him, holding his face in his hands, and whispered, "If you want me to stop, tell me." He kissed him reassuringly and eased him back on the bed.
Starbuck lay on his stomach, trying to control his trembling. He closed his eyes as he felt Apollo massage his lower back, moving his hands across his ass and down his legs. After a few centons, he began to relax. He moaned softly as he felt Apollo lick his ass, his tongue probing between his cheeks. Starbuck spread his legs, Apollo's gentle teasing igniting his own desires. His cock began to rise, and he lifted his hips thrusting against the maddening tongue.
Apollo grasped Starbuck by the waist, pulling him to his knees with his head resting against the pillow. He positioned himself behind Starbuck, grasping his own cock and placing it against Starbuck's opening. He saw Starbuck's hands clench the sheets, and he caressed his lower back. Very carefully he eased into Starbuck, pausing as he heard his lover gasp. He remained like that for several microns; whispering soothingly and ignoring his own desperate need for completion. Finally Starbuck relaxed and he was able to slowly push his cock in all the way. Apollo moaned in ecstasy as Starbuck's ass muscles closed around him.
Starbuck relaxed slowly, he gasped as Apollo gently thrust and pure pleasure raced through his body. The pain diminished; and pleasure filled him. Apollo grasped his waist, starting an urgent rhythm. Starbuck cried out as Apollo's cock brushed against his prostate, causing his cock to twitch. As Apollo continued thrusting, Starbuck braced himself with one arm, the other reaching for his own cock. He wrapped his fingers around himself, matching Apollo's rhythm. Suddenly Apollo arched against his ass, crying out his name. Starbuck suddenly moaned, his own climax spilling from him and staining the sheets below him. After a few microns, he was spent and collapsed under Apollo's weight.
Apollo was gasping for breath, still lying on top of Starbuck. He reluctantly rolled off, anxious to see if his lover was all right. Starbuck rolled on his side and Apollo reached out and gently brushed Starbuck's hair from his face. His voice quivered; as he asked. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
Starbuck smiled, kissing him tenderly on the lips. "No, Apollo, you didn't hurt me." He looked deeply into his eyes, continuing, "You could never hurt me." Apollo smiled, and Starbuck pulled him close. A few centons later Starbuck heard Apollo snore softly; he smiled kissing Apollo's forehead. His mind wandered, during the next cycle he would have to find Banks and try to convince him to reinstate his flying status. He knew it would take a few more counseling sessions, but now he felt he could do it. Apollo's warm breath drifted across his chest; yeah, he was sure he could do it. He closed his eyes, smiling slightly as he felt Apollo's arms tighten around him.
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