Title: Serving the Captain part 2/?
Author/pseudonym: Galenn
Fandom: Crusade
Paring: Matthew Gideon/Max Eilerson; others to follow
Rating:    NC-17
Status: new, WIP
Archive: Sure! Corrupt Data Crystal, LadyMay's archive & WWOMB have ongoing 
permission; anyone else let me know where it is, that's all.
E-mail address for feedback: uvalpha@ix.netcom.com
Series/Sequel: Multiple parts but single story, I think.

Disclaimers: B5 & Crusade belong to Babylonian Productions & Warner Brothers. 
This story does not intend to infringe on their copyrights. It doesn't even 
intend to infringe on TNT's although *they* deserve it.

Notes: Not beta read; first level editing done. Good reviews on another mailing 
list.
Summary: Sometimes it lies...
Notes: _words_ are thoughts, *words* are emphasis

Serving the Captain
by Galenn

part 2
        Max stopped at his quarters long enough to drop off his equipment and 
journal, locking the latter into a desk drawer and hiding the key in a secret 
pocket of his brown leather jacket. Then he headed for the door, pausing before 
he reached it as he remembered something. _Clothes -- I really should have a 
change of clothes, just in case I'm there long enough that I need to be ready 
for morning._ He hurried to his closet and grabbed a pair of trousers and a new 
IPX logo shirt, then to his dresser for socks and underwear. _I can't believe 
I'm doing this..._ he thought, stuffing the clothing into a field bag and 
slinging it over his shoulder. This time he breezed out the door and down the 
corridor, praying that no other crewmembers were out and about at 03:00.
        He was greatly relieved when he made it to Gideon's quarters without 
encountering another soul, although many times during his walk he got the 
distinct impression that he was being watched. He even went as far as ducking 
back after he rounded a corner and waiting to see if someone came along, but no 
one did. He shook his head, chiding himself for being paranoid, and continued 
again. And then he was at Gideon's door, staring at it for a long moment before 
he steeled himself and rang the chime.
        He heard Gideon's voice order "Come," and could easily envision the sly 
smile that went with it, then the door slid open.
        _He already knows he's got you, Max, get in there before someone sees 
you..._ He took a deep breath and stepped into the room, a shiver skittering 
down his back as the door slid closed behind him.
        "Glad you're here, Max," Gideon said, stepping forward to take the field 
bag from Max's shoulder, trying not to laugh at the 'deer in the headlights' 
expression on the archaeologist's face. "Would you like a drink?"
        Max swallowed convulsively and blinked, then answered, "Just some water, 
thank you..." He looked around, thinking that everything looked much as he 
expected it would, except for the fact that the lighting was dimmed, and Gideon 
had changed from the sweats back into his uniform. The old uniform, with the 
black trousers that fit so nicely and the deep red turtleneck shirt that went 
under the black over-tunic, which, Max noticed, he wasn't wearing. Instead, he 
wore the black leather jacket, partially zipped so that it accentuated his trim 
waist and broad shoulders. Max swallowed again, realized he was staring but 
unable to look away.
        "Yes, I thought as much," Gideon said smugly as he handed Max a glass of 
water. His knowing smile sent another shiver through Max, who tried to hide his 
reaction by sipping the water.
        After a swallow of water, Max said, "I have no idea what you're talking 
about."
        "Of course not," Gideon answered, "and you weren't drooling at the sight 
of me in this outfit, either." At Max's outraged expression, he smiled again and 
altered his stance slightly, going from relaxed and casual to military-straight. 
"I could order you into my bed right now, and you'd gladly do it..."
        Max frowned and took a deep breath, wanting desperately to deny it, but 
knowing it was true -- there was only one fantasy he indulged in more often than 
that, and *that* one he really doubted would ever come true...
        "So, what'll it be, Max, would you like to sit and discuss this, or..." 
Gideon trailed off suggestively.
        "I -- ah...Maybe this was a mistake," Max began, putting the glass down 
on Gideon's desk and reaching for his field bag. Gideon's hand shot out and 
grabbed his wrist, held him immobile with frighteningly little effort.
        "And that's exactly what I thought you'd say, too," Gideon purred, 
backing him into the wall of the narrow corridor connecting the 'living 
room'/office section of the quarters with the bedroom. Max murmured something he 
didn't quite catch as he hit the wall, and Gideon squeezed his wrist harder. 
"What was that?"
        _Please don't make me say it..._ Max shook his head slightly, squeezed 
his eyes shut. Gideon squeezed again and he whimpered a little, his knees trying 
to buckle. For an instant, he thought letting himself fall to his knees might be 
a good thing to do, then his pride kicked in again and he straightened. "It'll 
take more than that to own me, Captain," he said as haughtily as he could manage 
with his voice husky with desire.
        Suddenly Gideon was on him again, pressing him into the wall and 
grabbing his crotch, strong fingers squeezing his erection through his trousers. 
"Believe me, Max, there's *plenty* more where that came from..."
        _Yes!_ Max arched into him, tilting his head back and trying desperately 
to restrain a moan, which turned into a cry of surprise when teeth fastened on 
his neck. Gideon didn't bite hard enough to hurt, but Max suspected there would 
be a mark come morning. When he looked at Gideon, planning to chide him for 
marking above the collar, Gideon leaned in close and hissed, "You know that's 
easy to hide, Max, don't be a baby. You want me to mark you, I will; you want me 
to fuck you, I'll do that; you want me to hurt you, I can do that, too. Just 
know one thing, Max, don't play your little games with me, because I'm better at 
them than you are."
        Max stared into his eyes, trying to discern whether this was part of the 
game, or if it was a serious warning. He decided, for the moment at least, to 
take it as such -- he had no doubts that Gideon could top him in just about 
every way imaginable.
        "So, Max, what'll it be?" Gideon asked calmly, giving his erection 
another squeeze, then stepping back and releasing him completely.
        _Damn you..._ Max thought, looking down. "Fuck me..."
        "What was that?"
        "Fuck me, please..." Max said, hating himself for caving in so easily. 
_Just don't make me beg...you know I will, just don't make me do it..._
        "You want more than just fucking, don't you," Gideon said knowingly. 
"Safeword or not?" Max's eyes snapped back to meet his gaze, trying to read him 
and failing miserably. Gideon's smile broadened as Max shook his head very, very 
slightly, and again he purred, "I thought as much."
        _Oh. God,_ Max thought, helpless under Gideon's scrutiny. _I'm dreaming 
-- this can't be happening..._ And then Gideon was grabbing his shirt and 
pulling him in, leading him down the narrow corridor into the bedroom; holding 
him still as he shut the screen and hit the privacy lock, then shoving him 
backwards onto the bed.
        Gideon studied the man sprawled back on his bed, seeing the impressive 
erection straining against the tailored trousers, the way his legs splayed open; 
the way he was panting for breath, his eyes following Gideon's every move... 
_God, I can't believe I'm thinking of doing this, but he's so goddamned *sexy* 
like this!_ Part of him was alarmed by the intensity of the lust and hunger 
burning in his blood, but he ignored it, much more interested in the expression 
on Max's face. His smile turned predatory as he climbed part way on the bed, his 
left knee between Max's legs, then he reached out and pulled Max's shirt up and 
out of his waistband.
        Max hissed and arched into his touch as Gideon slid his hands up his 
torso, zeroing in on his nipples and pinching them mercilessly. He groaned, 
feeling the slight pain spark its way straight into his groin, his cock 
throbbing almost painfully in its cotton prison. He bit his lower lip, trying to 
keep himself from saying something -- trying to keep from pleading with his 
tormentor. He raised his hands, intending at first to begin stripping Gideon, 
until he realized that the leather jacket was so close he could smell it. 
Instead, his hands dove to his own belt, fingers fumbling at the buckle in his 
hurry to open it. Before he could, though, Gideon fastened his strong grip on 
his wrists and pulled his hands away from his trousers.
        "No, Max, not yet..." Gideon chided, "Don't make me tie your hands." He 
shook his head at the hungry look Max gave him, knowing he would have no end of 
trouble and interruptions now until he did just that -- or until he distracted 
him. "Although I am being awfully cruel, aren't I...Okay, strip off your shoes 
and pants, I'll give you that much." He released Max's hands, but when Max tried 
to sit up so he could remove the shoes, he frowned and said, "I think you're 
forgetting something..."
        Max stared at him for a long moment, weighing the possibilities and 
deciding that he still didn't want to know how much of it -- if any -- was a 
bluff. "Thank you, Captain," he said softly, relieved when Gideon stood up and 
backed away enough for him to reach his shoes. He hurriedly removed them, then 
turned his attention to stripping off his trousers, wishing Gideon had given him 
permission to remove his underwear, too.
        Once the trousers were off, he could feel Gideon's hot gaze settle on 
his crotch; could hear Gideon's soft murmur of approval. He smiled smugly, well 
aware that he was generously endowed (and painfully aware that he was completely 
erect). Then Gideon leaned close again and said, "The shirt, too. Get it off, 
*now*."
        He swallowed hard, hurriedly stripping off his shirt and tossing it 
aside; shivering this time as Gideon looked him up and down, the predatory grin 
growing slightly darker -- and hungrier.
        "Very nice," Gideon purred, looking Max over. He wasn't completely fit 
but he was still nicely built, with a heavy dusting of sandy hair across his 
broad chest. There were a couple of scars that piqued his curiosity, but, 
knowing Max, asking about them would be too personal. Instead, he reached out 
again to run his hands all over him, reveling in the sensual way Max writhed 
into his touch. _You're such a fake, Max,_ he thought, _Don't need anyone, don't 
want anyone, too good for all of us, huh? Just how long have you been 
fantasizing about me, anyway?_ He smiled crookedly, then climbed onto the bed 
and pinned Max, making sure the leather of his jacket was in contact with Max's 
rosy nipples. Just as he expected, Max surged up against him, grinding their 
cocks together, panting hotly.
        Even as he reached up to grasp sandy hair and steer their lips together, 
he could feel Max's hands roaming all over his back, his shoulders, down to his 
hips. Max groaned into the kiss, his breathing becoming more and more ragged. 
His hands slid from Gideon's hips to cup his buttocks and force their bodies 
closer together as the tempo of their movements increased. Gideon frowned and 
broke the kiss, grumbled, "You are *not* going to get cum all over my uniform, 
mister..."
        Max smiled up at him and continued what he was doing, wrapping one leg 
around Gideon's legs to reinforce his grip; then tilted his head back and 
groaned, and challenged, "So stop me, then..." This time it was Gideon's turn to 
moan, as Max increased his attention to his buttocks. His cock was as hard as 
Max's, and the friction of their bodies against each other was maddening -- and 
growing just a little painful. It would be so easy to let himself come, but then 
Max would have the advantage, and he couldn't allow that...
        He leaned all of his weight on Max for a moment, long enough to move his 
hands down near Max's sides, then he pushed himself up off him, pulling free of 
the confining leg with a bit of difficulty. Max grabbed for him, fingertips 
brushing the jacket before he edged out of reach. Max's disappointed expression 
was almost comical, but he kept his expression cold and said, "Watch yourself, 
Max -- you know I don't always play fair..."
        "Yes, I do," Max admitted, looking Gideon up and down, his eyes 
lingering on the impressive bulge in his pants.
        _You're drooling again, Max,_ Gideon thought, watching him for a long 
moment before shrugging out of his jacket. For a moment he thought Max was going 
to protest, then he pulled his shirt off, too, and Max just stared at him 
instead.
        Max smiled slightly, studying the lean musculature of Gideon's upper 
body -- despite the lack of bulk, Max could tell Gideon was strong; the kind of 
strength that brawlers underestimated because he didn't have arms as thick as 
their thighs. Then his hands went down to his belt, and Max's attention was 
riveted back on his erection. He unfastened his belt, unzipped his pants, and 
eased them down past his slender hips revealing black briefs barely containing 
his cock. Max swallowed hard, thinking about what he wanted Gideon to do to him 
with that magnificent organ...
        Gideon toed off his shoes, then stepped out of his uniform pants, 
leaving them on the floor where they fell. Max made an appreciative noise, and 
Gideon saw him slide a hand into his underwear to grab his cock. "Tsk, tsk, 
Max," Gideon said, stripping off his briefs and stepping closer again, "You're 
such a discipline problem..."
        Max smiled and said, "You're the captain, *do* something about it..." 
Then he groaned and eased himself into a more comfortable position on Gideon's 
bed, gently squeezing his balls as Gideon came closer. It was all he could do to 
keep from licking his lips as he watched Gideon's cock bob with his movements.
        Gideon saw him bite his lower lip and swallow, and thought, _Perfect 
reaction, Max..._ Then he leaned in close and grabbed Max's legs, hauling him 
lower on the bed. "I plan to do just that," he purred, climbing onto the bed to 
straddle Max.
        Max tried to protest his unceremonious repositioning, releasing his cock 
in an attempt to free himself or at least struggle a little with Gideon, until 
Gideon climbed further up the bed and that magnificent cock was right in his 
face. "Oh god..." Max whispered, looking at it, then up at Gideon's face.
        "Suck it, Max," Gideon commanded, moving his hips so that the head of 
his cock bumped against Max's lips, smearing precum across them. For a moment 
Max resisted, his lips compressing into a thin line as he held his mouth shut. 
He glowered up at Gideon and shook his head, Gideon's cock sliding along his 
cheek as he did so.
        Arousal was making Gideon's head spin -- _Must be all the blood 
diverting away from my brain,_ he thought, nudging his cock against Max's lips 
even more insistently. Sudden wetness against the head of his cock sent a shiver 
through him, and he realized the tip of Max's tongue had darted out and lapped 
at the next drop of precum. _One more like that and I'm likely to just lose it 
all over his face..._ Gideon thought, and then his mind melted as Max captured 
his cock in his mouth.
        He felt the questing tongue probe at the slit, then very carefully ease 
his foreskin back before Max closed his mouth around the head and began sucking 
in earnest. Blue eyes burned into his and the heat in that gaze told him 
everything he needed to know: Max had done this before, and -- as usual -- he 
*knew* he was good at it.
        As a matter of fact, Gideon realized, if he didn't take control of the 
situation soon, he was going to be helpless... He bent so that he was on all 
fours above Max, then began to force his cock deeper into its wet haven. At 
first, he could feel Max struggling, trying to get into a better position; then 
his throat relaxed and he took the entire length in, a deep moan reverberating 
through it as he felt the force with which Gideon was thrusting.
        "Yeah, that's such a good boy, Max," Gideon whispered, "You're pretty 
good at sucking cock, aren't you..." He groaned and thrust again, fucking Max's 
mouth forcefully, feeling how eagerly Max took him. He looked down between them 
at the look of near-rapture on Max's face, and lost what little bit of control 
he had left.
        Max moaned around his mouthful as Gideon's thrusts became wilder, more 
desperate; animal growls coming from deep in his throat adding to the look of 
feral lust Max saw when he caught a glimpse of his face. The taste and scent of 
him was driving Max wild, and he sucked as hard as Gideon fucked, unwilling to 
give up all control quite yet. He knew he was good at this, and wanted Gideon to 
know just *how* good -- he wanted to make the captain scream like a wild 
thing...
        Soon -- it would be soon -- Gideon's thrusts grew shorter and sharper, 
his cock growing that impossible bit more as he growled and dug his fingers into 
the mattress -- and then he was roaring his pleasure as cum shot down Max's 
throat, the explosion seeming to go on forever; lingering much longer than he 
had expected it to as Max's tongue and teeth and throat muscles milked every 
last drop out of him. It was all he could do to make shaky arms and legs obey as 
he backed away a little so he didn't fall *on* Max when they gave out...
        "God*damn*, Max," he groaned, looking at the smug look Max gave him. 
_Cat that swallowed the canary indeed..._ he thought. Then he looked down at 
Max's cock, realizing that he hadn't come alone. _Well, at least that'll calm 
you down 'till I can recover,_ he thought, trying to keep Max from knowing 
exactly how good it had been.
        Max rolled onto his side and looked him over, the smug smile broadening 
as he saw Gideon's expression. Very softly, he asked, "May I take my underwear 
off now, Captain?"
        "Go ahead," Gideon answered, relieved to feel strength returning to his 
arms and legs, "but don't think that behaving yourself now will save you from 
any punishment, Max..."
        "No, Sir," Max answered, smirking slightly as he lifted his hips long 
enough to slide the underwear down, then relaxed back onto the bed and slid them 
the rest of the way off; grimacing just a bit as he realized he had to bring 
them back to his quarters for cleaning. He mentally shrugged, then, and dropped 
them onto the floor. When he turned back to look at Gideon again, he found the 
captain looking him up and down, studying him.
        "What?"
        "Oh, nothing, Max, just thinking..." Gideon evaded, smiling again as he 
got the desired response.
        Max swallowed convulsively and asked, "About?"
        Gideon's smile grew more predatory, but instead of answering, he grabbed 
Max's wrist and tugged, growling, "Roll over, Max. Now." Max gasped, startled by 
Gideon's roughness but eagerly compliant nonetheless. As he settled himself more 
comfortably, Gideon sat up and lightly stroked his back, his touch growing 
lighter the lower he got.
        A shiver rippled through Max as Gideon's teasing fingers brushed back 
and forth right over his tailbone. He groaned and spread his legs further, 
Gideon's fingers dipping teasingly between his cheeks. "Oh yes," Max whispered, 
wrapping his arms around the pillow he was resting on and propping himself up 
slightly. Gideon smiled as he wriggled a bit, trying to adjust his cock as he 
began to grow aroused again; then just as he was growing used to the soft 
stroking, SMACK!
        Max yelped as Gideon brought his hand down, hard, on his asscheeks. But, 
Gideon noticed with pleasure, he didn't jump out of the bed or try to escape; 
instead remaining on his stomach. Before he could say anything, Gideon slapped 
him again, enjoying the sound of skin contacting skin. Max flinched and grunted, 
and Gideon noticed him spread his legs just a little more. A shiver of lust went 
through him, and he knew that his hand would not be enough to satisfy either of 
them.
        "Wait here, Max," he ordered, "I need to get something." He climbed out 
of bed without even looking to see if Max was obeying; knowing that he was and 
excited by that knowledge.
        Max turned his head to watch as Gideon walked back to their discarded 
clothing and picked up his uniform trousers. Frowning briefly, he dropped them 
and went for Max's trousers instead.  _Oh god..._ Max thought as Gideon pulled 
his belt out of the beltloops and folded its length in half. Then Gideon looked 
up at him and gave him a knowing smile, and tested his improvised flogger 
against his palm. Max groaned and buried his face in the pillow for a moment, 
unwilling to let Gideon see how eager he was; all the while knowing it was too 
late to hide it.
        And then Gideon was climbing back onto the bed, and whispering into his 
ear, "Your own belt, Max -- I know leather makes a much better impact than 
cotton web..." Max shivered in response but said nothing as Gideon used the 
folded leather to stroke the insides of his thighs.
        Max sighed as Gideon continued to caress his thighs, his legs spreading 
wider as Gideon slid the folded leather down between his legs to tickle his 
balls. He buried his face in the pillow again, moaning as the sensation sent 
shivers through him. He could hear Gideon's soft murmur of approval, and then 
abruptly the leather left his skin. He steeled himself for the blow, but Gideon 
paused just long enough that he relaxed. The belt came down on his thigh first, 
a fairly gentle blow. Gideon asked, "More?" to which he nodded -- but still 
didn't look up, not wanting to be able to tell when the next blow would come.
        The next blow had more strength behind it, but was still light, and 
again Gideon asked him if he wanted more. Again he nodded, and the next blow 
came down sharp across his buttocks. He yelped in surprise at the moment of 
impact, and Gideon murmured, "That's more like it, isn't it..."
        The pain faded rapidly into a tingling heat that lingered until the 
sting of the next blow overwhelmed it. He yelped again and looked back at 
Gideon, glaring accusingly, and Gideon smiled. "I asked you a question, Max," he 
said, his tone nearly his command voice, "That's more like it, isn't it?"
        Max swallowed and nodded, then quietly answered, "Yes, that's more like 
it, Sir..."
        "Good," Gideon said, bringing the belt down again. Max gasped at the 
impact, then groaned as the pain turned into heat -- heat that was rapidly 
coalescing into fire in his balls. Gideon continued the flogging, noting with 
pleasure that Max stopped gasping at the initial strikes, instead groaning and 
writhing into the bed. As Gideon worked his way up Max's thighs and started on 
his buttocks, Max spread his legs further and moaned softly. Gideon groaned at 
the sight of him spread open and hungry before him, his cock coming up hard as 
he thought about sinking into that tight hole when he got Max good and 
desperate.
        Once Max's ass was red from the flogging, Gideon began aiming the 
strikes directly for the area where his thighs met his buttocks. Gideon's heart 
pounded as Max squirmed a bit and pulled the pillow out from under his head, 
then shoved it under his hips to raise them and make the target easier to reach. 
"That's a good boy, Max," he purred, taking advantage of the easier access.
        Max groaned as Gideon gave him two good, solid strikes, then whimpered 
as Gideon paused for a moment, reaching over to one of the cabinets and 
rummaging for something. Then Gideon hit him again, the sensation sending 
shivers of pleasure through him. "Please..." he groaned, writhing and humping 
the pillow, all pretense of pride gone in the wake of his hunger. On the next 
strike, Gideon slapped him with a hand instead of the belt, and then squeezed 
his asscheek hard, feeling the heat in his skin.
        "So you're ready for me, then, are you?" Gideon asked, dropping the belt 
and slapping him again. He ran both hands over Max's buttocks, relishing Max's 
groan as he did so. Part of him reveled in the thought of proud, arrogant Max 
Eilerson squirming on his bed and begging to be fucked. He knew he could make 
Max do anything he wanted and that feeling of power made his blood sing.
        Normally he would carefully prepare his partner for the activity to 
come, but he knew Max didn't want anything caring and gentle. Part of him 
wondered how long Max had been entertaining rape fantasies about him; the rest 
wondered how he could have missed the signs of Max's interest for so long.
        He slapped Max again, then uncapped the lubricant he had retrieved and 
slathered just enough on his erection to make it possible to penetrate Max 
without injuring him. Moving to kneel between Max's legs, he then grabbed Max's 
ass with both hands and spread him to expose the puckered opening. He steered 
his cock to its target and began to shove, squeezing Max's asscheeks and running 
his fingernails over the sensitized skin as he did so to keep Max stimulated.
        Max felt the tip of Gideon's cock beginning to penetrate and moaned 
hotly. Gideon was taking him nearly dry, that glorious cock forcing its way into 
him. He pressed back as Gideon sank in; reveling in the feel of Gideon's nails 
running over his abused skin and the pain/pleasure of being taken. As Gideon 
switched his grip to Max's hips and began to shove deeper, Max pressed back and 
moaned "Oh yes, fuck me, *please*," unable to keep his hunger in check. It had 
been far too long since he'd been really fucked, and his body ached for it.
        Gideon sank into Max to the root of his cock, amazed at the ease with 
which he'd penetrated him. He laid down atop Max, sliding his arms up under his 
shoulders and pulling their bodies together as he growled in his ear, "You're 
such a slut, aren't you, Max. I barely used any lube and you opened right up for 
me... Between that and the way you sucked my cock, I'd almost think that was 
your 'knack', not deciphering alien languages or making alien gadgets work..." 
He punctuated each sentence with a hard thrust, the way Max's internal muscles 
gripped him threatening to make him lose all control once again.
        Max wanted to deny it, to come back with some scathing remark, but his 
mind wouldn't work and all he could do was lie there and enjoy the feeling of 
Gideon ploughing into him. With every stroke, Gideon's cock rubbed against his 
prostate, sending electric shivers of pleasure through him. He couldn't help 
himself, pressing back to drive Gideon in deeper. Gideon chuckled in his ear and 
said, "You want me to ram it up you as far as it can go, don't you, slut."
        "God, yes, please," Max moaned, just before Gideon pulled out of him. 
"No!" he gasped, hands flailing behind himself for Gideon, who was already out 
of reach.
        "On your back, slut," Gideon commanded, kneeling over Max and looking 
down at him with the air of the _Excalibur's_ captain, not Matthew Gideon. "You 
know the position I want you in..."
        "Yes, Sir," Max whispered, turning over and looking up at Gideon with 
one of the most desperate expressions Gideon had ever seen on his face. He 
arranged the pillow under his hips to achieve the right angle, then raised his 
own legs, pulling them back towards his chest himself.
        Gideon looked down at his target and smiled, then purred, "Good boy, 
Max..." and shoved right back into him. The look of utter ecstacy on Max's face 
sent a thrill through him, stoking the fire in his balls. All pretense of 
gentleness gone, Gideon began to fuck Max, thrusting in as deep as he could 
reach and then nearly withdrawing completely for the next savage stroke.
        Max surged up to meet him on every stroke, gasping and moaning as 
Gideon's brutal thrusts battered at his prostate, the pleasure short circuiting 
his mind and leaving him unable to speak. He hooked one leg around Gideon's 
waist, increasing the depth of penetration a tiny bit more.
        Gideon was growling low in his throat, his thrusts becoming wilder and 
faster as his own pleasure increased. He could feel Max's internal muscles 
gripping and squeezing him, the heat and tightness sending sparks of pleasure 
straight down his cock and into his heavy balls. Max's total surrender made his 
head spin, sent a thrill of lust through him as he indulged in his own darker 
urges; knowing he was doing exactly what his partner wanted him to...
        Max could tell it wouldn't be long now, Gideon's thrusts becoming 
shorter and faster, no longer pulling so far out to shove back in again. He 
moaned helplessly, his hands roaming over every inch of Gideon that he could 
reach; pulling him close so that his cock was trapped between their bodies, that 
added bit of stimulus all he needed to push him over the edge. Orgasm gripped 
him with an intensity he hadn't felt in a long time, pleasure bordering on the 
edge of pain; his world narrowing down to the cock splitting him open and the 
weight of Gideon's body pushing him down into the mattress.
        Max's hoarse cry of ecstacy and the tight muscles spasming around his 
cock sent Gideon over the edge, roaring and thrusting as deep as he could, 
helpless as he came. Hot jets of cum spurted deep inside Max, his tight ass 
squeezing on Gideon's cock until he was spent. Panting and sweating, he 
collapsed atop Max and the two of them lay there, gasping for breath until Max 
grunted, "Leg."
        Gideon smiled slightly and withdrew, then rolled off Max to lay beside 
him. "Sorry about that," he murmured as Max unfolded and grimaced as his leg 
twinged.
        "You are not," Max murmured, stretching and groaning as he felt the 
delicious ache in his ass. "Ooh... and you call *me* a pain in the ass..." He 
finally managed to make watery muscles move, rolled over to face Gideon and 
smile. Gideon smiled in return and shrugged, then reached out to brush back 
Max's sweaty hair.
        "So," he began, not entirely sure whether he wanted to ask the question, 
"are you planning on staying?" Part of him wanted Max to say yes, hoping for an 
early morning blowjob as a wake-up call...
        "You really want me to?" Max asked, trying to sound as if he didn't 
care, and failing miserably. _That's your cue to leave, Max,_ he warned himself. 
_A quick fuck and get out, nothing more involved than that!_
        "That's true, someone might see you here in the morning..." Gideon 
answered, wondering exactly what Max wanted him to say. Suddenly, the 
archaeologist was hard to read again, and Gideon knew he had chosen the wrong 
response. "But you're welcome to stay for a little bit; see if we recover enough 
for round three..."
        Max smirked and said, "I don't think you're ready for round three, 
Captain," then sat up and swung his legs off the bed. He groaned as his body 
twinged, muscles protesting the abuse they had suffered and reminding him of the 
intensity of their coupling. _And I don't think I am, either..._ he thought, 
stretching again and sighing.
        Instead of getting annoyed and offering to show him just how ready he 
could be, Gideon had to admit defeat this once. The uncontrollable lust that had 
spurred his wildness had faded suddenly, leaving him exhausted. He watched, 
unable to move, as Max stood and walked out to the living room where he had left 
his field bag. When he returned and began to dress, Gideon was already asleep.
        Once he was dressed and his dirty clothes were packed, Max walked to the 
bed and reached down to stroke Gideon's hair once, sighing as the captain smiled 
and leaned into the caress in his sleep. "Good night," he whispered, wishing he 
wasn't feeling the sudden emptiness that had little to do with physical causes. 
He turned the light out and walked away, relishing the ache in his body as he 
walked; clinging to it to drive the loneliness away.

To be continued in part 3

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Production. This story is not intended to infringe on that copyright. Stolen 
Heaven is (c) 1999 Galenn