Title: Serving the Captain part 3/? 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 Warning: some might find some of the sex in this part a little extreme. All of it is consensual, but it's not conventional ;) Serving the Captain by Galenn part 3 When Max exited Gideon's quarters, he stepped out into corridors that were oddly darkened and filled with a luminescent mist. He stopped short and looked around, murmuring "Just what the hell is going on *now*?" The next thing he knew, a form detached from the darkness and crashed into him, slamming him back against the bulkhead. Furious blue eyes bored into his, and Galen growled, "What have you *done* to him?!" Max looked at him and scoffed, "I, done to *him*? Don't make me laugh..." The puzzled look he saw flash across Galen's face bolstered him and he continued, "I suggest you go back to whatever cave you call home and look up some words in the dictionary. Try 'top', 'bottom', and 'consenting adults' for starters. I'm sure you know our captain well enough to figure out which of the first two applies to him!" Then he took a deep breath, and glared right back at Galen. "Now let me *go*." He could see Galen's eyes beginning to glow in the eerie lighting, and while part of him realized he may have pushed the technomage too far, the rest of him was too fired up to hold his tongue. "Do you honestly believe that any member of this crew could do something to Gideon that he didn't want done? Now be a good technomage and let me go." "If I find you are lying, Maximilian, I shall--" "You'll *what*?" Max cut in, "I don't think Gideon approves of his crew trying to fry each other, so I *strongly* suggest you behave. We could always go right in there and ask *him*, but I'll warn you he's sleeping. I don't think it would be a good idea to wake him just for your petty jealousy..." Galen glowered at Max with naked fury, but gently released him and backed away. "Go," he directed, icicles dripping from his tone. Max backed away down the corridor for a number of feet, then turned and walked away quickly. He didn't see the gestures Galen was making behind him, nor hear the incantations... Once Max and the holo-demon Galen had sent to accompany him were out of sight, Galen waved a hand and the atmosphere and lighting in the corridor returned to normal. He stood for a long moment outside Gideon's quarters, contemplating entering and at the very least ascertaining for himself if Gideon were all right; long enough to think very hard about what Max had said. _Jealous? No, this is not petty jealousy at all. There is something wrong with Matthew, and whether you are the cause of it or just a symptom, you are still connected, Maximilian. I need you to stay away from him..._ He reached out for the door controls, then let his hand fall to his side. Max had not been lying about the fact that Gideon was sleeping, and he had no desire to ruin the man's sleep...He sighed and walked down the corridor, returning to his ship for the rest of the night. The next morning, Max staggered out of bed and into the vibe shower, having gotten less than an hour of decent sleep once the holo-demon spell finally wore off. He had had more than enough of scratching and rapping on the walls the instant he began to drift off, and he had *certainly* had enough of something creeping around on the bed only to disappear the instant he turned on the light...He had had *enough* of Galen and his technomage tricks. The accusation that he had somehow 'done something' to Gideon was absurd at best -- the only thing he had 'done to' Gideon was provoke a very alpha-male reaction to a sexually submissive partner. There was nothing suspect or evil in doing that! And what a reaction it had been, too, Max reflected. He still ached, every abused muscle of his body reminding him of Gideon's wildness, of that beautiful cock possessing him... And he knew Gideon had enjoyed it, too; knew how much he had pleased his captain when he sucked him off... And he knew he wanted to do it again -- to share Gideon's bed whenever the captain needed some relief -- there was no need for Gideon to run off to Babylon 5 and Lochley... "And just who am I kidding," Max muttered as he dressed, "he couldn't get me out of there fast enough last night..." He heaved a sigh and finished dressing, then stepped out into the corridor and headed for the bridge. When he arrived on the bridge, he found Galen already there, looking out the main screen at the planet they were still orbiting. Max muttered, "Oh, wonderful," before he even realized the words were out of his mouth. Galen spun to face him; all smiles, he asked, "Ah, Maximilian, how did you sleep last night?" "You know damn well how I slept last night, Galen. Do you send holo- demons off to torment people *every* time they get something you don't?" he answered, aware that the bridge crew were beginning to focus their attention on the two of them. He noticed that Gideon was not yet on the bridge, but suspected that was soon to change when he noticed Matheson contacting someone. "Only those who get things they don't deserve," Galen answered smoothly, also aware of the attention they were getting. He didn't want to say anything to embarass Gideon, but wasn't certain that Max would feel the same way. "Then you must be awfully used to them in *your* bedroom by now," Max said with a sneer, walking past Galen and looking at the main screen. "Ever the venomous tongue," Galen intoned, glaring at him. His attention was so focused on Max that he didn't notice Gideon arrive on the bridge. Upon Gideon's arrival, Matheson gave up the comm to him and quickly caught him up on the imminent meltdown. Gideon nodded, but didn't make any move to stop them yet. He had a very good idea what had caused the problem, and wanted a delicate way to deal with it. Unaware of the addition to the audience, Galen continued, "Behold the serpent at our bosoms, waiting to turn our mission of good into one of profit for himself..." At that, Max spun, furious. Galen stood before him, his expression daring him to contradict him. Max smiled humourlessly, then, and said, "I am probably the *only* member of this crew who has made his agenda clear from the *beginning* -- you all *know* I'm here because IPX sent me to find useful alien technology. No mystery there. "Then there's our dark, secretive technomage..." He paused for effect and glanced around, realizing Gideon was now there, watching. Then he continued, "Interesting how the plague we're trying to find the cure to is a *nanotechnology* virus -- now who is the only other group we've enountered so far who have had one of those..." Max allowed himself a moment of pride as Galen turned pale at his words -- and paler still as he turned to see Gideon now scrutinizing him -- as if he were beginning to believe what Max was insinuating... "I think that's enough, gentlemen," Gideon said, his command tone catching everyone's attention instantly. "I think we will take this discussion into the conference room, and we will do so NOW. The rest of you carry on, and if anything comes of this that you need to know, you will be informed. Is that clear?" The rest of the bridge crew instantly returned to their duties, unwilling to attract their captain's ire; and Max and Galen glowered darkly at each other before heading for the conference room. Gideon sighed and looked up at Matheson, quietly said, "You're in charge until I get back. If you happen to hear either of them begging for mercy, don't come running." "Yes, Sir," Matheson said, trying to keep his expression neutral. Part of him wondered about what Max had said, but the rest was willing to give Galen the benefit of the doubt -- for now... After all, he was fairly sure he knew what had been at the root of the argument, and *that* was none of his business... Gideon ushered Max and Galen into the conference room, forcing them to sit next to each other as he sat across from them. "Now, we will discuss this like the civilized men that we claim to be. If you two want to fight it out later, do it somewhere *off* my ship and do *not* let me find out about it. Do you understand?" He spoke firmly, but there was a definite edge of anger to his tone. As amusing as he found their sniping on occasion, this was something more serious and could undermine the effectiveness of the crew. That was something he could not afford... Max nodded and said, "I'm always civilized," glaring at Galen out of the corner of his eye, "although sometimes I get a little cranky after I've had absolutely *no* sleep..." Galen turned to look Max up and down, then said, "You could have slept all night if you had stayed in your own quarters..." "And just what business is it of yours what I do on my own time?" Max asked with a sneer as he turned to look Galen in the eye. "Enough!" Gideon said, raising his voice slightly. "Just what the hell is wrong with you two, anyway? Galen? Is it true you sent a holo-demon after Max? What on earth for?!" "He was lurking outside your quarters last night," Max said, looking back at Gideon. "As a matter of fact, he accused me of 'doing something' to you..." "Galen?" Gideon asked again, unwilling to hear only one side of the argument. "I...apologize. I must have been mistaken," Galen said softly, ducking his head and looking at his hands on the table. "No, I don't want to hear 'I must have been mistaken'," Gideon said angrily, "I want to know why you were outside my quarters -- whether you were wrong or not, I want to know what you were thinking at the time." Galen looked up again, studying him carefully; wishing he dared cast an invocation for clearer sight. He swallowed and said, "I thought that...I sensed some kind of darkness around you -- I thought it was some influence that Maximilian..." "What," Max sneered, "You think I somehow cast some evil spell on him?" He laughed, then said, "I believe that's more *your* speed..." "Max, that's enough," Gideon said. "Galen, what kind of darkness?" "I'm not sure," the technomage answered uncomfortably. "I may have made assumptions I had no right to make..." "That's quite likely," Max muttered. "Max..." Gideon warned. He studied the man he had so completely fucked the night before, feeling a surge of lust as he remembered the sensation of the fantastic blowjob Max had given him. Then he looked over at Galen, studying him. Surely Galen wasn't such a prude that he equated alternative sexual practices with evil... Gideon sighed and said, "I'm not going to send one of you out and discuss it with the other in private -- that's absurd. I'm also not going to let you two out of here until I get some answers. Galen, I'm waiting for an explanation." "I sensed some kind of darkness -- it may have just been..." Galen trailed off, feeling foolish now that he was put on the spot like this. But still, the darkness had been there -- he hadn't imagined it... "It was almost as if something were stripping away your civilized nature; making you more animal than human." He took a deep breath and confessed, "I had been in the lounge when you nearly assaulted Maximilian -- that kind of lust just felt wrong in you..." "Did you ever think that some of us *like* that kind of lust?" Max asked, refusing to be embarrassed by the discussion. "That it may be part of the appeal sometimes?" Gideon frowned and studied Galen, then asked, "Does that kind of thing disturb you, Galen?" He shook his head and continued, "I'm sorry if it does, but I'm not about to change the way I feel or act because it upsets you." "I -- I'm not sure," Galen answered, looking from Gideon to Max and back again. "I apologize to both of you -- perhaps I should go back to my ship for the time being." "Perhaps you should," Max said, gloating slightly. _Prude..._ "No one is going anywhere yet," Gideon said firmly, "We've only dealt with one half of the problem." He fixed Max with a piercing stare and said, "Max, I will *not* tolerate any kind of talk that undermines the effectiveness of the crew. That includes accusing the technomages of having something to do with the Drakh plague, even if they *are* the only other group that we've encountered who have a nanotech virus...Do you understand me?" "Yes, Sir, I understand," Max answered uncomfortably. He knew he had angered Gideon with that comment, although it had made the captain think about the possibility. After all, the suspicion was still there until their secretive sometime-ally managed to *prove* otherwise... "Good. Galen, you would, *of course*, tell us if you knew of any kind of involvement the technomages had with the plague, wouldn't you." Galen looked up at Gideon uncomfortably and said, "You *know* that I would -- and you also know that I was not privy to many of the things my fellows were involved in...I'm afraid I can't say one way or the other -- although I would pray that they are *not* involved in it. It is hard enough knowing that one of my own order was responsible for that other virus and all the deaths it caused. I could not abide knowing that there was some kind of involvement in the Drakh plague -- in something so dark and evil as working with the Shadows..." "If any information should come your way," Gideon suggested, letting Galen draw his own conclusion. "Yes, Captain," Galen answered, "May I go now? I feel I have made enough of a fool of myself for one day." "That might be a good idea," Gideon answered, standing. He let Galen leave, then locked the conference room door and walked back to sit next to Max. "I don't know what to say -- I never expected him to attack you or...I'm sorry." "Don't worry -- he's jealous that I had you and he didn't," Max answered with a smirk. It broadened into a smile when Gideon raised an eyebrow at the comment. "He is..." Again, Gideon felt lust flare, thinking of Max lying so eager beneath him. It would be so easy to haul him up onto the table and fuck him right there... He shuddered and reached out to stroke Max's hair, tangling his fingers in it and pulling him in for a kiss. When he released Max, the archaeologist gasped for air, leaning back in his chair and staring at him. "Got to watch that darkness, Captain," he murmured with a smile. The hazel stare pinned him, and he knew he would allow Gideon to do *anything* he wanted. "My quarters, tonight. 22:00 hours," Gideon growled, then he stood and unlocked the door. "Fix your hair before you leave here," he ordered, then he left the room. Max sagged back in the chair and sighed, then smiled broadly and reached up to fix his hair. _Gotcha!_ Once safely on his ship, hidden away from everyone, Galen withdrew a holographic recording crystal from his robe and held it in his palm, activating it. A tiny image of Gideon rose out of the mist it projected, and it replayed his part of the discussion in the conference room. Galen studied Gideon's expressions, watching carefully for any changes in his expression, pupil size or other subtle signs. There was something -- very slight, but it was there -- just before Gideon told them he wasn't going to discuss the matter with one of them at a time...He replayed that segment again, then paused the recording and cast a spell of true sight on himself. This time, when he reviewed that segment yet again, he could see a dark shadow pass across Gideon's face, and he knew that he had not imagined it. There *was* some kind of dark influence over the lust Gideon was feeling for Max -- now all he had to do was find out what was causing it... Gideon returned to his quarters after the end of his shift, relieved that the difficulty that morning was the only trouble they had encountered this day. He had ordered them out of orbit, explaining that none of the scrolls had any information they could use. Since it appeared the civilization had never run into the Drakh plague, it wasn't going to help their mission any to continue to search. After that, he had explained that the difficulty that morning was a slight clash of personalities, and that there was absolutely no proof that the technomages were involved in any way with the Drakh plague. If Galen or anyone else discovered otherwise, the information would *not* be hidden from the crew. Either way, Galen himself was not involved, and should be treated as he always had been -- as an ally. Now, alone in his quarters and thinking again of Max's words, he knew he had to investigate further. He sat at his desk for a long time, staring at the wall panel where he had hidden the Apocalypse Box; the need to consult with it growing stronger and stronger. He suddenly jumped to his feet and popped the panel open, taking the case out and placing it carefully on his desk. Again he hesitated, knowing that asking the Box something was always risky. He reached out to open the case, then pulled back his hand as if burned; reached out again and slowly opened it. As he lowered the front of the case, a playing card fell out almost directly into his hand. He picked it up and frowned at it, then looked down at the glowing Apocalypse Box. "The two of *hearts*?" he asked, "You've *got* to be kidding..." He sat down and stared at the pulsating glow of the Box, then asked, "Which one, Max or Galen?" "Do not trust Galen," the Box intoned, the glow pulsating in time with its words. Gideon repressed a shiver, the Box's 'voice' making his hackles rise. "You said that before, too. Why the hell shouldn't I trust him? He's my friend," Gideon asked, looking again at the card. He knew, somehow, that he wasn't going to get any more of an answer than he had the last time, so he asked another question. "So, why Max?" "Empty heart needs to be filled," the Box said, the glow flaring for a moment and then dimming to a more subtle light. Gideon knew he wouldn't get any further information out of the Box that day, but knew that at least its last answer had been truthful. "'Empty heart needs to be filled'..." he mused, closing the case carefully and putting it away behind the wall panel again. "Yeah, that would be Max; definitely an empty heart..." He sat down again, suddenly realizing just how tired he was. He hadn't had much sleep the night before, and was planning on being awake fairly late this night -- it was time for a *nap*. He stood and stretched, then stripped off his uniform and padded back to his bed where he flopped down, face first. He was asleep in moments... Some time later, as Gideon snored softly into his pillow, Galen stepped out of the shadows in his bathroom. He walked silently into the bedroom, looked down at Gideon's sleeping form. "Matthew," he whispered softly, kneeling down next to him and brushing his hand gently over his hair. Gideon murmured in his sleep and rolled over, and Galen caught his breath as he sprawled his nakedness across the bed, his cock beginning to harden in an erotic dream. He focused his vision, the true sight spell already in effect; and studied Gideon as the dream intensified. Although it was faded, Galen could see the shadow lingering over him. There was *some* kind of evil influence, but not any kind he could place; nothing he recognized...And Gideon was now murmuring in his sleep and reaching down to grasp his cock -- Galen could not tear his eyes away, knowing he should and that he was invading Gideon's privacy... He barely managed to restrain himself when he realized he was reaching out to place his hand over Gideon's. "Oh, Matthew..." he whispered softly, seeing his friend in a much different light than he ever had before. _Please tell me Max was wrong..._ he thought, feeling desire flaring to life even as he tried to ignore it -- tried to make himself think of Gideon as he always had instead of as this beautiful, sexual creature... Knowing that Gideon waking and finding him there would lead to nothing but trouble, he forced himself to stand; forced himself to walk away even as Gideon's moans grew loud enough to hear. He vanished into the shadows, pure willpower the only thing that kept him from staying to hear whose name Gideon called; afraid that he would hear Max's name instead of his own... As Galen left, Gideon groaned and came, waking from the dream at the same instant and looking around as if he had expected someone to be there. "Max?" he asked, confused and still half-asleep, "Galen?" He sighed and slid back down in the bed, wiping up the spatters of cum half-heartedly but too out of it to really care. "God, I'm losing it," he muttered, pulling the sheet over himself before the cool air of the room chilled him. "Thought someone was there..." he murmured, drifting back into sleep. Instead of returning immediately to his ship, Galen headed for the bullet cars, ducking into one and sighing with relief when he found he was alone. He leaned back against the bench and stared at the ceiling, willing his pounding heart back under control. _What is *wrong* with me? I have been attracted to men before -- attracted to friends before; but I have never been so *unbalanced*! Never so completely out of control..._ He squeezed his eyes shut, dispelling the true sight before the additional wavelengths of light and magnetic waves in the machinery surrounding him overwhelmed and caused a headache. _If he has chosen Maximilian, that is his decision,_ Galen thought, _Although it escapes all logic, it is not my place to tell him he cannot sleep with that shallow, petty mercenary..._ He shook his head suddenly, shocked at the anger of his own thoughts. _All right then, some jealousy perhaps,_ he allowed, opening his eyes again and looking at the screen showing the car's location. It would arrive at another stop soon, and chances were his privacy would be lost. A deep sigh, then he stood, awaiting the stop. _If, however, something has *made* him chose Maximilian, I will *not* allow it to continue..._ The bullet car came to a stop and the door slid open, revealing one of the people he wanted least to run into at the moment. "Dureena," he murmured politely as he stepped out of the car. Instead of passing him and entering the car, the alien woman spun on her heel and fell into step beside him. "Good evening, Galen," she said, looking up at him and instantly knowing his mood was a foul one. Not one to scare easily, however, she asked boldly, "Is it true you and Max are fighting over the Captain?" He stopped short and stared down at her, then sighed and began walking again. "No, it is not true," he answered, "Where did you hear that?" "Ship gossip, of course," she answered with a smile. "Which is why I wanted to ask you in person -- I didn't really believe what I was hearing, especially not the part where he accused the technomages of causing the plague..." "Dureena, please..." he pleaded softly, "You know that I would tell you if I knew something like that. The rest of it is foolishness that should just be ignored -- it should never have come out in public like that..." She fixed him with a golden stare and said, "So you *are* in love with him..." "Dureena..." he said uncomfortably, looking around for a moment but continuing to walk. _This woman and her insight!_ "Don't worry, Galen. Remember, I can keep secrets just as well as you can." This time it was her turn to look around, then she pulled him to a stop for a moment and said, "However, there is one I should share with you now: Max Eilerson isn't the monster you think he is -- he's kind of sad, actually..." Galen smiled humourlessly and nodded, then extricated his arm from her grasp. "I need to go back to my ship, Dureena -- I just want to rest for a while." She nodded and watched as he lengthened his stride and walked away to his ship. _Do you even know how you feel, Galen?_ she thought as he vanished from sight. _Men..._ At 22:00 hours precisely, Max hit the door chime to Gideon's quarters, fidgeting nervously in the corridor when there was no answer. After 30 seconds, he hit the chime again, relieved when the door slid open and Gideon grabbed his arm, pulling him inside. He gasped, but didn't resist, allowing Gideon to pull him into a rough embrace. The door slid closed behind him; a shiver of arousal went through him, then Gideon's mouth was on his and he was backed into the closed door. He dropped the field bag he had packed his change of clothes in, and wrapped his arms around Gideon, encouraging his advance. Gideon's hands roamed all over him, frantically trying to reach buttons and fasteners; finally pushing Max back against the door again and holding him there with one arm while he tore at his clothes with the other. "Easy, Captain, easy," Max panted, trying to help and finding his hands batted out of the way. Gideon grabbed his shirt and tore it open, sending buttons flying; then pulled it back and down just far enough that Max's arms were trapped. "Oh god..." Max murmured as Gideon pulled him close again and ran his hands roughly over his torso; kissed him, forcing his tongue between Max's parted lips. When Gideon released him, leaving him panting for air again, he smiled and purred, "Beats the fuck out of your fantasies, doesn't it..." Max could only nod mutely and sag back against the door, his knees threatening to give out as Gideon tugged his belt out of its loops and then yanked his zipper open. When Gideon pulled his trousers and underwear down around his calves, he gasped and asked, "Just how am I supposed to walk like this?" Instead of answering, Gideon smiled slyly and hauled him into a fireman's carry, grunting slightly at Max's weight but carrying him with little difficulty. "Wha-- what are you *doing*?" Max sputtered, trying to at least free his hands. Gideon carried him into the bedroom and deposited him on the bed, taking just enough care to make sure he didn't hurt himself in the close quarters. Then he let Max lay, bound by his own clothing, as he stripped out of the robe he was wearing. Max hadn't even realized, until that moment, that Gideon wasn't wearing anything else...Now, somewhat nervously, he glanced around and noticed things such as the already-opened tube of lubricant; the leather strap that looked suspiciously like a cock-strap; the swath of black silk that most likely had been a robe tie, but bore a suspicious resemblance to a blindfold...He shivered in anticipation and thought, _Oh god, what is he going to *do* to me?_ Gideon looked down at him and asked, "Are you ready for this, Max?" At his nod, Gideon smiled and purred, "Good." He picked up the black silk and whispered, "Close your eyes, Max..." When Max complied, he carefully tied the soft fabric over his eyes, making sure it was snug but not tight enough to cause any discomfort. Max let out a little sigh; a nervous breath he hadn't realized he was holding, but jumped when Gideon touched him again. Hands roved heavily over his torso, sliding around to caress his back, stroke teasing fingertips over his tailbone. He moaned helplessly, the inability to know ahead of time what was going to happen heightening his pleasure; gasped as hands left his body only to return a moment later to grasp his hard cock. "Oh god..." he breathed, thrusting helplessly into the hand that caressed and pulled on him; gasping in surprise as the cock strap was fastened snugly around his cock and balls. "Enjoying this, are you, Max?" Gideon purred, leaning in for another bruising kiss, arousal burning along his nerves as Max allowed -- even encouraged -- this possession. As he probed deeply into Max's mouth with his tongue, he tasted blood where Max had bitten his lip. He fastened his teeth on the small wound and gently bit down, arousal thundering through him as Max gasped and surged up against him. When he finally broke the kiss, he purred, "Yes, I guess you *are* enjoying it...Good." Suddenly, he wasn't touching Max any more, and the man lying helplessly on his bed whimpered. He smiled and picked up the tube of lubricant, smeared some of it on his fingers, then replaced the tube on the table as silently as he could. The sounds were making Max more nervous -- he could tell that Gideon was doing something, but not what it was. He shivered with arousal at the thought that anything could be next. The nip that Gideon had given his lip throbbed, but the throb of his trapped cock was more insistent. And then Gideon's slick finger was probing between his asscheeks. He rolled onto his stomach, allowing Gideon easier access, and wished again that he had been allowed to free his legs...The very tip of Gideon's finger teased around the puckered opening, penetrating just the outer ring at first and gently massaging muscles that Gideon was sure had to be sore. He watched Max's reactions carefully, relieved when the archaeologist groaned and tried to drive him deeper. "Easy, Max, there will be plenty of time for that; no need to rush..." he purred, easing his finger in a little as he did so. _Provided I can keep *my* cool,_ he added mentally as Max's anus twitched around the invading digit. Arousal burned through him and he slid the finger deeper, feeling Max's instant response as his body opened to receive the intruder. _Who would have thought it,_ he mused, the sound of Max's panting moans making restraint difficult, _Arrogant, egotistical Max Eilerson is a slutty sub who just can't get enough cock..._ With that thought, he withdrew and slid two fingers back into Max, smiling as the man gasped in surprise and then groaned in pleasure. Max lay helpless in Gideon's bed; unable to see; his arms, legs, cock and balls trapped; and Gideon's fingers sliding deep into him -- he was so aroused he thought he would burst into flame right then and there. The fingers probing and massaging were growing less and less gentle, the insistent pressure against his prostate with each of Gideon's thrusts driving him wild. When Gideon withdrew again and shoved three fingers inside him, he cried out and writhed into the bed, his reaction making it more than obvious that his cry was not one of pain. He shuddered helplessly, his world narrowing down to the sensations ruling him; the insistent throbbing of his trapped cock and the intense pleasure sparking through his balls every time Gideon pressed against the sensitive gland; the knowledge that he was helpless to stop this man from doing anything he wanted, and the knowledge that he would eagerly allow him to do it... Gideon withdrew again, then leaned down next to his ear and said, "Roll over for a moment, Max; you need the pillows under you..." He complied eagerly, desperate to have Gideon's fingers back inside him; then grunted in surprise as Gideon lifted his hips and repositioned him. "Much better," Gideon purred, retrieving the lube again and squeezing a large amount onto his hand. Max tried to figure out what was going on behind him, knowing that he was going to start begging soon. A moment later, Gideon plunged in again, and suddenly he knew what his captain had planned... "Oh -- god!" he moaned, reveling in the delicious full feeling as Gideon folded his thumb in against his palm and pushed steadily into him, "Yes!" Gideon grasped his own cock with his free hand and groaned, nearly as aroused as Max was. He began to fuck Max -- carefully at first, although it was more than obvious, considering the ease with which he entered, that Max had done this before. It definitely explained some of the later films on that crystal of his...As Max grew wilder, closer to orgasm, his strokes grew less careful. In the back of his mind was the concern that he could do Max considerable damage, but it was no longer even close to the primary concern. Instead, he found himself nearly overwhelmed by the power he held over the man in his bed -- he had Max utterly helpless, and something about that made his own arousal and pleasure so intense and overpowering that for a second he actually did worry about Galen's claim of some kind of darkness. Then Max moaned inarticulately and all worry was driven from his mind... Max lay helpless, unable to do more than accept Gideon's fisting and enjoy the incredible sensations that burned through him. He knew on some instinctive level that his submission to this man was going to be his ruin -- but at the moment, with Gideon's hand so deep inside him, he didn't care at all. Pleasure was building to a crescendo that he knew he couldn't contain -- his trapped balls felt like they could explode, his ass felt so full, every nerve stimulated and sending pleasure into his already overloaded brain. He tried to say something, and knew that only sounds came out -- sounds that seemed to drive Gideon wild... And then it began, pulses coming from deep within, pleasure searing along nerves and sparking across synapses. As orgasm gripped him he screamed, his mind burned away in the supernova of pleasure that swept him and Gideon with it. He vaguely registered the fact that Gideon's cum was splashing hotly on his ass and that a loud moan of pleasure escaped Gideon's lips...He didn't remember Gideon carefully withdrawing and making sure there was no sign of blood, and he certainly didn't remember the captain covering him gently with a blanket... The next time he woke, Gideon was staring at him, his cock hard again. "Ready for round two, Max?" To be continued in part 4 Crusade and the characters depicted within are (c) 1999 JMS and Babylonian Production. This story is not intended to infringe on that copyright. Serving the Captain is (c) 1999 Galenn