Hephaestus Mining Station ICThread

Liam growled, the other was laughing, laughing! at him, and he had no idea why. Was his anger just that amusing to the other? Blast it all, he was going to blow the other up, so help him, if he didn't cut that raucous laughter out this instant. He huffed, standing to storm off, but the other wouldn't allow that all that easily. He stuck out his leg and wouldn't let him pass. "Let. Me. Go." Liam snarled, bristling at the audacity of the other, how dare he stop him from storming off.

He had started to regain himself, enough to realize, at least, that he wasn't any longer in a dress and he wasn't in heels or a corset. His face brightened abhorrently with a blush, as he recalled the dream he'd had in almost perfect detail, the rest of his mind trying to put the lid on the thoughts, and trying to wrest it from the forefront of his mind while Teo had him so barred. "Humph." Liam muttered mutinously as Teo's leg curled pulling him back towards the pilot.

He fought again, but Teo's hand shot out to grab one wrist and pull him back also, he could hear the pilot sniggering as he sat up a bit and pulled Liam into his lap. He didn't want to! Though, to be honest, he hadn't really fought all that hard to get away from him, even though he knew he should, he didn't like the pilot all that much, no, he definitely didn't like the pilot at all, at least, that was what he told himself.

"If you really want to go," said Teo with a smirk. He lifted his hands from Liam's waist. "Then go."

His chuckles having faded, he watched Liam expectantly and raised his hands to clasp his wrists behind his head. He lounged there, incredibly uncomfortable from the impetuous position, but unwilling to show any discomfort. He grinned at Liam's disgruntled expression. The boomer was sexy-adorable when pissed off.

One eyebrow twitched in mocking condescension, daring Liam to deny his attraction; Teo could see the bulge in the body-hugging suit, just as surely as Liam could feel Teo's rubbing against him. To try and escape would provoke the hunter in Teo and his eyes gleamed. He enjoyed the game of a good chase, of finding and securing another man for Teo's pleasure. A dozen odds and ends ran through his mind, different positions and things to use to satisfactorily bind his prey.

Liam stiffened at the other's voice, his eyes narrowing as the other spoke, so cocky, like he could have the world, or at least his ass, whenever he wanted it, well, he'd show him. Even though it was tempting to stay. His upper lip curled a bit, fine, if that was how the other wanted to play, he stood, and walked around his chair, so the other would have to get up to chase him, and if the other did give chase, he bolted to the back room, a supply closet really, hastily shutting the door and setting the pressurized lock, though it was likely the other would be able to break through.

He looked around, the room was small and he had nowhere to go. Nowhere... except...

When Teo did finally get through, Liam was well hidden away, though it didn't appear as though there were many places to hide, even for someone as small as Liam, but certainly, if Teo did come into the small room, either looking for Liam, or some other, less noble pursuit, Liam released his grip on the walls, propping himself up near the ceiling, "Death from Above!" He yelled, before dropping on Teo in a suitable heap, hoping to disable the other enough that he could run away again and maybe find a better hiding place, though there weren't many places to hide on the tiny ship, Liam was determined to find every single one that he could fit into.

Grinning and laughing again when Liam decided to run, Teo counted a slow 5 and then rose, stretching languidly. He didn't expect to see an empty ship. Puzzled, he tapped in a few queries to the ship's computer. The Icarus immediately located the errant crew member by body heat, but Teo decided to take his time going after him. No sense in seeming too eager. He'd let Liam stew a bit, let him think that Teo couldn't find him.

Every once in awhile, he banged on something or shouted, but when he finally went for the compartment, the door opened easily at his touch. He peered inside, pushing aside the contents of the storage compartment, but didn't see Liam. A little concerned, he had half-turned to go back and berate the computer when his soldier's instincts braced him for impact just seconds before Liam's battle cry.

They ended up in a heap on the floor, knocking elbows and banging against the confined space in an undignified game of pinball. Momentarily winded, he almost let Liam get away again.

"Not so fast!" he cried, grabbing the other man by his ankle and yanking his feet out from under him.

Liam crowed his success at his maneuver, though it had taken Teo longer than he thought it should and his arms and legs were a touch tired as he scrambled to get away from Teo, leaping and nearly ended up on his face when the other snagged his ankle, "Shit!" He hissed to himself and he rolled, looking down at Teo, crab-crawling backwards to try and squirm away, "Yes, so fast!" He said, yanking until the other's fingers either gave out or he started reeling him in.

In the case that Teo released him, he rolled backwards pulling his feet out of grabbing distance and landed lightly on the balls of his feet. He stared at Teo for all of a split second and vanished again, bolting into another hiding spot, somewhere between the 'kitchen' and the thrusters. Had he been even a centimeter taller or wider, he wouldn't have fit, as it were, it tucked him away nicely, even somewhat hiding his heat signature because of the proximity to the thrusters.

If he did not manage to get away, he would growl in protest, knowing full well that he could kick the other and likely, by doing so, he would knock the other either senseless, or stupid, (or both) and he could get away that way. But as much as Teo annoyed the piss out of him, he didn't really wish to hurt him all that much and, with much wriggling and much protest, would be reeled in and secured by the pilot, in whatever fashion he deigned, though he'd likely have to pin his arms down, to keep him from smacking or striking at him with his hands. While feet were entirely unfair, hands and heads were perfectly fair game.

Teo could practically see Liam's mind working as he slowly pulled the smaller man towards him. Smirking impishly, he held on just tight enough to keep his grip on Liam, but loose enough to imply that Liam could get away if he really tried. Teo brought him in close enough to pounce, pinning his wrists and using body weight to immobilize his lower half only long enough to claim another heated kiss.

He didn't give Liam the option to resist or submit, using every bit of talent he had to alternately nibble and sweetly peck the furious lips into compliance. He didn't take the kiss further, keeping his quick, soft kisses brief and light, the barest brush of lips -- or teeth, hinting at a more possessive, forceful bite but never sharp.

Kissing was an art that Teo loved to practice, but rarely got to indulge, because that was not the persona he cultivated on Hephaestus. Liam was insane, though; it seemed safe enough in this instance, and besides, not taking the time seemed a crime against humanity.

Releasing Liam's wrists and rolling to the side, Teo grinned with amusement. He was barely winded. Hard, yes, but that was half the fun. He lifted an eyebrow at the boomer, as if to remind him that he was now freed. It was a game, and a challenging hunt made winning that much sweeter.

Liam squirmed and fought the other's embrace until he was lain upon, and seduced into a kiss. He growled, leaning forward to bite the other in retaliation, his teeth snapping on the other's lips, or trying to as the other gave him those fleeting tapping kisses. He growled softly, trying to pull his legs free as he eventually did, but only when Teo rolled to the side slightly to let him up. He snarled and rolled, forcing the other down as he sat on top of the other, his gaze hazed slightly as he accidentally rubbed against the other, but as soon as he had Teo pinned, he stared for a moment down at him, before he was up and off.

He found the little hide away spot and tucked in there, pulling his body in close before falling utterly still, so not even his zippers jangled. It was a meditative sort of state that he fell into now, the kind he used when he was thinking deep, mathematical thoughts... and, in this case, waiting for Teo to pass by, so he could get the drop on him again. Not quite 'death from above' but from the side wasn't half bad.

Teo let himself be pinned, with only enough resistance to make Liam think he was actually doing something, and grinned up at him unrepentantly. Liam might have been scowling, but his eyes were shining. He was evidently enjoying this as much as Teo.

He watched as Liam bounded away, craning his next to see what impossibly tiny alcove he tucked himself into this time. After a few minutes' head start, Teo started whistling merrily and wandered in that direction. He was ready and waiting when Liam leaped out again, catching the smaller man with an oomphf! They landed hard on the rubber mats covering the floor and Teo rolled Liam beneath him, straddling his waist and grabbing his wrists again, to torment his neck with more kisses and sucks and bites, and dig his fingers in along Liam's sides, to tickle until he cried uncle.

He was caught! Blast it! He grunted as they landed, though it was softer on him than Teo, as he'd landed on the other man. He made a sound as they flipped landing on his back, Teo on top and he fought, trying to push the other off and/or away, as he bucked in an attempt to throw the other off, off, off! He groaned quietly though when the other's mouth found his throat, his hands flexing in the hold he had on him. He squirmed beneath him, his feet kicking uselessly, until the other started to tickle him.

His eyes flew wide and he shrieked, writhing and laughing. He planted his feet and thrust hard up into the other, trying to the the other off or get away or... something! So he wouldn't be forced to endure this torture! He laughed as the other perversely kept at it, Liam squealing and thrashing, Teo would have a hard time keeping hold of him if he kept it up, and if he managed to get one wrist free, he'd use it to pry the other hand off his wrist and thrust up at the other to try and force him onto his back for some retaliation.

Liam got one hand free, but Teo just shifted his grip to hold both wrists down, leering at him before attacking his lips again. He nibbled and sucked on the bottom one until Liam relented and opened his mouth Then Teo could go as deep as he wanted, holding the other man captive by his wrists and waist, pressing him down into the floor with the weight of his touch.

Liam never fully surrendered, and the resistance only served to increase Teo's desire. Slowly he worked Liam's hands back over his head, to gasp both wrists in one hand and yank at the hideous purple zipper with the other.

He growled beneath the other, wriggling, getting one hand free, only to have it pinned down again, damn it all! The other man was unrelenting! He made a sound of protest as the other kissed him again, teasing and playing with him as he tried to snap at the other, his legs wriggling free from beneath Teo as he curled them around the pilot's waist with a growl, trying to escape the fierce attack on his libido. He snarled softly, fighting to retain even a modicum of control, but the pilot was implacable and soon enough Liam let the kiss deepen with a quiet moan. He let his wrists slide behind his head and his caught with one of the other's hands as his suit came open smoothly, the zipper well cared for.

Liam's legs tightened around Teo's waist then and his body tensed, his eyes flashing open as he attempted to flip them over and land on top, a third escape! Hahahaha! But all would be for naught if Teo managed to flip them again, or didn't budge when Liam tried to. In such a case, Liam would curse his small size in comparison to the others, and, as such, his minimal strength in the face of the pilot's. Blast.

Teo felt the bunching of Liam's muscles and lifted just enough that the escape attempt barely rocked him. He left the kiss just enough to lift an eyebrow, mocking, teasing, and utterly delighted. Although he would never say so, he found Liam's irritated, frustrated pout adorable beyond words, and seeing it with the man pinned down and secured beneath him made Teo feel powerful and larger than life.

He grinned wolfishly, but forgot what he was about to say when the label on a small compartment nearby caught his eye. He grinned again and reached over, popping open the latch along the floor and pulling out a length of rubber hose. A little wiggling and Liam's wrists were securely fastened to the bulkhead wall. Then he wriggled down to grab a kicking ankle and, using a similar contraption, fastened the ankle to the far side of the corridor.

The tubes were part of the ventilation system, but one of those triple-redundant systems that were not really necessary but included anyway. They were essential on the larger, crewed ships and shuttles, but if anything took out the main air circulation pump, then the rest of the pod was smooshed, too, and it really became a moot point after that.

There was no air in them now and the finger-wide tubes were perfect for Teo's purposes. Standing over his scowling boomer, Teo dodged the free leg easily and grinned. He had half a mind to just leave him there while he took a nap or waited to finish the pod's repairs, but he knew he wouldn't. Even walking up to the cockpit and double-checking the read-outs was too long a time.

He crossed back over the squirming body in the corridor and surveyed his handiwork. The restraints remained taut without being too binding. In this position he wouldn't be able to undress Liam fully, and Teo waited long enough for that knowledge to sink in fully before stepping over him and going into the crew compartment.

((to the back))

((Back! from here))


Teo smirked to himself as he noticed Liam squirming about in his seat again. He bet that the boomer would be feeling their previous romp for a couple of days. He tried not to grin too wickedly in satisfaction. It had been good. Tiring, but good. He was already looking forward to another round.

They only hooked one asteroid before heading back. Teo didn't like the display on the gauges. They'd come too close to being smashed and he didn't want to push his luck. As it was, the debris left behind when breaking up the big rock on their last visit had busted a number of systems already weakened by their recent brush with death. Somewhere along the line of fishing for their prize, the fuel line got knicked. Tired he might be, but Teo didn't dare trust the computer to handle the ship when there were so many red indicator lights.

He pushed them at their best speed back to Hephaestus, cutting across the edge of the Triangle in his haste. It was risky, but if he took a safer route, they were likely to run out of fuel while still out of range of any of the rescue tubs.

His ass was sore, goddamnit, and the other was over there looking so very smug. Bastard. Thank god they were on their way back to base, he wasn't sure how many more encounters he could deal with, especially with the ship in the condition she was in. He had to keep an eye on the gauges on his side, just as Teo did his, his hands moving over various switches and do-dads that diverted energy here and there to keep life-support online, and their engines, but he couldn't, for the life of him, keep from flashing back to the accident with Brady, and all the red lights had him close to losing it. He'd have to go back to see the doc about this, thank god patient-client privilege was still in effect, though with the way the courts were being turned now, one never knew when that would change.

A twinge ran up his spine and he switched his position again, bloody damn Teo, can't fucking keep it in his pants.... He writhed all the way home, shifting his position so there wouldn't be so much bloody pressure on his spine, his whole body ached, but he supposed it had been worth it.

He would sigh in relief when port came into view and undid his straps, stretching gingerly, he wanted a long, steamy, hot shower and something to eat wouldn't hurt, not that the sludge the cafeteria served could be considered food... Bleah. As they landed, he caught sight of several folks looking at the ship curiously and their load was taken over by the other crew, there would be questions, but he would let Teo answer them.

Maneuvering their prize into place drained all but the last remaining dregs from their fuel tanks, but not having to be retrieved meant they would keep all of the bounty and it was with a smug grin that he skidded the pod safely into its crash netting. He wasn't for nothing considered the best (if also the worst) pilot. Still, they would be a week or more in repairs, which would leave them very little of the profits.

Now that they were back, Teo could monopolize as much of Liam's time as he chose ((he assumes)), but the pod came first. He had to maintain the security of his systems, and make sure they didn't replace anything that didn't absolutely need replacing.

The mechanics swarmed all over the pod as soon as the engines cooled, bombarding Teo with questions and clucking over the new scrapes, dents, and other evidence of their near-asteroid experience. Teo regaled them with the story, knowing that the station's gossip mill would elaborate the event until it was all but unrecognizable, but he knew the crew and that knowledge gave him the edge Teo needed to keep their attention on the things he wanted them to fix and away from what he didn't want them poking their noses into.

He stayed far later than originally intended, but he left confident that his ship's security wouldn't be tampered with. Dragging himself down to the baths was too much effort, so he settled for a sonic shower in his quarters, shucked dirty clothes into the cleaner, and flopped down on his bunk for some much-needed rest, dreaming of short, snappy men and a string of silver balls.

Liam all but fled once he had finished his duties to the pod, needing some time away from the overbearing Teo and vanished into his room, exhaling softly. He quickly made a few lists in his mind, he needed to get new material for his bombs, he was low on the blue stuff (he didn't really care about the actual name, it was too long, and everyone called it blue stuff anyway) and he needed fuses and sparkchargers and... food, he needed food. Did he want to chance going out there though? No, not yet, he wanted to get a shower first, "Ugh." He smelled, and his nose curled as he peeled out of the suit, sticky a bit... because of Teo, that man... He flushed a bit, still sore from their escapades in the ship, before he tossed the suit into the cleaning chute, "Dammit Teo." He muttered under his breath, stumbling into the sonic shower and slapping the 'on' switch, groaning as the dirt peeled away from him.

He shuddered, "Gross." He mumbled, his hands moving over his own body, and he was unable to keep his thoughts from the pilot. He could almost feel the other's touch sliding over him, before he shook his head, and slapped off the shower, stepping out, running a hand through his hair. He sighed, pulling on pants and a shirt, pulling on a headband to keep his hair back as he went down to the kitchens to beg for food, and as he sat there, munching on some bread and some form of meat product, he wondered what Brady would think of him now.

He sighed, leaning back in his chair, not eating now, merely picking at the bread and flicking it across the floor. He could almost hear the other's voice, 'DiLuca's trouble Liam, you should stay away from trouble like that. Just do your job, stay honest.' "Wish it were that easy." He mumbled under his breath, 'Liam,' Brady's lecture voice, 'Just because he says pretty words doesn't mean he's good for you, especially you. You're too good for a guy like that.' He sighed, laying on the table, he didn't even know what to say to that. Mental Brady was just as confusing as real Brady had been. He folded his arms under his head, his cheek resting against his forearm before he stood and wandered out, his hands shoved in his pockets as he made his way back to his room to pass out.