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Painful Sacrifices

By Susannah Shepherd
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Assuming that the Scorpio crew have realised that this vessel is unable to make a rendezvous under its own power, the journey and docking manoeuvres should take a little over half a standard hour.'

`Thank you, Orac.' Avon leaned back in the seat and gave an almost imperceptible sigh of relief. As he let go of the shuttle controls, Vila nodded across at him.

`Your hands are shaking,' he remarked.

Avon looked down. `Yes. An unfortunate but unavoidable side-effect of physical exertion and adrenalin.' He looked across at Vila. `Yours are too.'

`Well, that's an unfortunate side-effect of being scared shitless.'

The corner of Avon's mouth quirked up and he gave a brief laugh. Then he reached across and took Vila's hand in his own. `You're also hurt,' he said, turning the hand over and looking at Vila's bloodied palm.

`I cut it on a sharp wall bracket, pulling that insulation off.' And it was a good thing he had, Vila reflected. If he hadn't snagged the cut painfully on the studs on the arms of Avon's jacket as he was about to plead for his life--well, to plead for another few minutes of it--he mightn't have realised how to lose those last few kilos. That reminded him that he was sitting here stark naked with an equally naked and apparently unselfconscious Avon holding his hand. It should have been a strange feeling, but it wasn't. They had very little left to hide from each other after all this time.

Avon stroked a thumb gently across Vila's palm, tracing a line parallel to the cut. `There's nothing left to bind it up with.'

Avon knew how important his hands were to him, and was acknowledging it in his usual roundabout way. Vila closed his eyes and swallowed. The thumb brushed his palm again, tickling against the sensitive skin. The unexpected gentleness of the gesture unleashed a sudden wave of emotional relief, and Vila tried and failed to hold back the deep convulsive sob which rose up in his chest. He squeezed his eyelids even more tightly shut, but the betraying tears still leaked from between them.

He half-expected Avon to pull away sharply and sneer at him for his childish outburst, but Avon remained unusually silent as the sobs continued to wrack through Vila. Slowly, Avon's warm hand made its way up from Vila's palm, along his bare arm, and came to rest on his shoulder.

`Don't cry,' Avon whispered, and Vila felt warm breath tickle at his ear as the hand continued to rub his tense muscles. `You're safe with me now, Vila.' Vila's sobs gradually eased, although the tears continued to escape down his cheeks from beneath his closed lids.

When Vila felt Avon's lips on his face, gently kissing away the tear tracks, he almost leapt out of the chair with surprise, but Avon's hand on his shoulder held him in his place. His eyes flew open and he saw Avon watching him, his dark eyes composed but questioning.

Vila met Avon's mouth with his own, tasting the salt of his tears on Avon's tongue before he took in the more essential taste of Avon himself. He couldn't remember afterwards who had moved first, but they found themselves on their feet, entwined in a deepening kiss, hands roving over the soft bare skin covering rib and muscle.

Both were breathless by the time they separated, and Avon wondered whether his eyes were sparkling as much as Vila's were despite their red rims. He didn't know quite what had moved him to reach out for the distressed man--a deeply buried memory of comfort disguised as pleasure, perhaps, back in the days before the weight of responsibility had robbed him of the capacity for either solace or fun.

Regardless of his motives, his body was rather insistently telling him not to stop what he'd just been doing. Avon stepped in for another kiss, and then became aware that Vila's body was giving him similar messages as their rampant erections collided. They both gasped with the arousing sensation, and Vila laughed.

`We'll never live it down if we arrive back on Scorpio looking like this,' he joked. He reached down between them and caressed Avon's cock, making him groan and throw back his head.

`That's unlikely to make it disappear, Vila,' Avon cautioned in a husky, unsteady voice.

`No?' Vila murmured, pumping Avon gently.

`Well now, not for a while, anyway.'

`Do you want it to disappear?'

`Not too quickly, no...' Avon's voice trailed off as Vila's fingers worked their magic touch. `Ohhh...'

`I don't want to make a mess. We've got nothing to clean you up with,' Vila breathed into Avon's ear as he moved into position to nibble and suck at Avon's throat for a moment. He then dropped to his knees on the flight deck floor, and Avon moaned with anticipation. He moaned even louder as Vila took him gently into his mouth.

Avon surrendered completely to the sensation of warm wet mouth, of the tongue which stroked and licked and circled, of the lips which sucked ever harder and harder, of the hand which pumped insistently at the root of his throbbing cock. When Vila's other hand crept around from its grip on his arse to fondle his balls, Avon let out a strangled wail. Vila chuckled, sending exquisite vibrations throughout Avon's body. And then when Vila curled his tongue around to tease the very tip of Avon's cock, then ran his tongue hard down the underside and took him in deep and relentlessly once again, Avon arched his back, shivered and came. Vila lapped at him greedily, sucking him dry, then gently licking him down until his spotlessly clean cock began to subside.

`Sorry,' Vila said in a completely unapologetic tone, his own voice now as husky as Avon's, `I made it disappear.'

`Probably for the best,' Avon managed to growl, as he drew Vila back to his feet and folded him in his arms for a deep kiss. He savoured the tangy taste of his own cum mingled with the taste of Vila's mouth, only dimly remembered after all this time. Vila's neglected cock was pressing insistently into him, slipping against the sweat-soaked skin of his belly as the smaller man writhed in their embrace, desperate for release.

`All right,' Avon said, `I can't have you turning up looking like that, can I? And as you so observantly noted, there's nothing to clean us up with if you lose control and come all over me.' He lowered himself to his knees, noting ruefully that Vila had found it far less of an effort to drop to the hard floor.

He took a moment to savour Vila close up, then ran a hand experimentally along the solid column of flesh. Vila's sturdy cock twitched in his hand as his body urged Avon to satisfy him, and Avon was only too ready to oblige. He gently pushed back the soft folds of the foreskin to expose the flushed velvety knob beneath, and ran his tongue across it as faintly as he could manage. He lapped up the droplets of clear viscous liquid, salty like Vila's tears, kissing him as he had kissed his face, softly and tenderly.

The cock surged again in his hand, and Vila leaned his weight back against the shuttle console. Avon took him deep within his mouth, realising that Vila's arousal was already well advanced. His cock was thick but not overly long, and Avon bobbed his head to accommodate the whole shaft, deliberately relaxing his throat so he didn't gag as he sucked hard at the thick root.

Vila called out and began to thrust slowly as Avon deep-throated him, letting lips do the work normally done by hands. Vila gripped hard at Avon's shoulders and ran passionate hands through the dark hair as he fucked Avon's mouth. Avon held on as the gyrations became more and more energetic, although it was becoming more and more difficult. He owed Vila something, he felt, as restitution for the hurt and fear he'd seen in Vila's eyes when he'd realised Avon might have to kill him. How better to wipe out a presentiment of death than with the most basic and satisfying affirmation of life?

Vila gave a strangled howl as his orgasm ripped through him, and a jet of hot liquid spattered against the back of Avon's throat. He suppressed the urge to cough and spit, and instead used his whole mouth to milk Vila, taking his essence on to his tongue and swirling it around Vila's hot hard cock, before swallowing it down and sucking more gently.

Vila's fingers were still tangled in his hair as Avon finally pulled free and looked up into the soft brown eyes that watched him from a face split by a very silly grin. Avon smiled back, feeling far happier than he ought to after losing all shreds of self-control and indulging in fellatio with a common--all right, perhaps not so common--thief. One might think he'd never been in the company of a naked man before.

The arch and contented smile on Avon's face reminded Vila of a very self-satisfied and well-fed cat, which perhaps wasn't so far from the truth, he mused. He reached down and grabbed him by his muscular upper arms, helping him to his feet. He noticed Avon was half-erect again, but when the dark man followed his gaze he just shrugged.

`Leave it, it'll disappear on its own this time.' Vila smirked and Avon grinned back as he recognised the echo of his earlier words. `My advancing decrepitude works to our favour,' he added. Ten years ago he'd have been as hard as the first time round by now, he thought ruefully.

`We shall be docking with Scorpio in three minutes,' broke in a peevish electronic voice, and both men jumped appreciably.

`Shit!' Vila exclaimed, `the little bastard listened to the whole thing!'

`Orac,' Avon said smoothly but with a touch of menace, `you will recount the events of the last twenty minutes to no-one, do you understand?'

`I fail to see why anyone would possibly find those events to be of interest, Avon. Your conversation with Vila was of no intellectual merit whatsoever,' Orac replied, and Avon gave a delighted chuckle.

`At least it's not a gossip, I suppose,' Vila conceded grudgingly. He slipped his arms around Avon's waist from behind, and was rather surprised when Avon tolerated the gesture. `Oh well,' he sighed, `back to normal now, I suppose. Being shot at, scared, all that sort of thing.' He pulled him tight for a moment. `Thank you,' he whispered, then let Avon go.

Avon hesitated for a moment, then stepped away and picked up Orac. `Let's get down to the airlock. The sooner we get off this benighted thing, the better.'

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