Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2009-01-11 18:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | galactica, rated: teen, slash |
Fic: Sexual Harassment 1/1 BattleStar Galactica 2003
Title: Sexual Harassment.
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own BattleStar Galactica.
Characters: Felix, Helo
Words: 506
Prompt: CIC
Fandom: BattleStar Galactica 2003
Pairing: Felix/Helo
Rating: Teen
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Felix is feeling strange.
Author's Note: Watch it, bub.
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(CIC)
Felix couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something annoyingly different about Karl since his promotion. Sure, Felix was a little jealous, the other man had been promoted over him. That was to be expected. Karl had stayed behind, Felix had taken a job in the civilian sector.
Coming back, he should have resumed his post. Instead, he was relegated to fourth in command. He could handle that. It was just a fact of military life.
No, what bothered him was the way Karl behaved. When he wasn't needed at command, he hovered near Tactical. He never said anything that wasn't needed, never pulled out his pecker. Still, Felix couldn't help but feel like Karl was marking his territory.
Feeling eyes upon him, Felix looked up from his DRADIS screen.
Sure enough, Karl was on the other side of the console, watching him. His eyes were half lidded, a slight smile upon his lips.
Felix nodded his acknowledgement. When it was returned, he lowered his eyes back to the sweep. After a few more seconds, the sensation disappeared. Breathing a sigh of relief, he allowed himself to relax a little.
That lasted all of two seconds as a set of strong hands settled upon his shoulders. He nearly jumped out of his skin, but professional decorum and training kept him in his seat. Looking up, he found Karl standing directly behind him. "Sir?"
"Have I told you how good a job you've been doing?" Karl smiled at Felix. The look in his eyes was anything but proud.
"No, sir." Swallowing, Felix forced himself to get back to work. He started to reach out for his clipboard, when Karl's hands slid over his shoulders to rest on his chest.
"You do a fine job, Mr. Gaeta. I like having you under me." Pulling his hands back, he slid them over Felix's collar bones. The tips made small circles as he started to massage the other man. "You're a very beautiful man, Felix."
Wide eyed, Gaeta stared straight ahead. There were only four other people in the CIC, and none of them were paying attention. "Thank you, sir."
"You look good in your uniform, too." Leaning down, he pressed his lips to Gaeta's ear. "I wonder how you would look bent over this console, with it pushed down around your ankles."
Whimpering, Felix started to edge away. The clattering of a clipboard upon the deck snapped him to attention. Looking around, Felix glanced about in confusion.
Karl was across the CIC talking with Dualla. He hadn't even been near Felix.
A dream. It had all been a dream. Sagging in his chair, Felix ran a hand over his face. He needed to get well and truly frakked. Feeling a little foolish, he glanced over at Karl and Dualla.
Staring at him with hooded eyes, Karl licked his lips.
Felix moaned to himself. This new second duty shift posting was going to kill him. Feeling those blue eyes upon him, he shivered. That's if Athena didn't first.