Title: Starbuck - Doing What He Does Best
Author: rita, for Becky
E-mail: mommacita1@juno.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: SB/Baltar, Sheba/Apollo, SB/Apollo
Archive: Yes, please, just tell me where.
Category: Angst, DarkFic
Series: No
Website: http://www.geocities.com/jennylmr/index.html

Disclaimer: I don't own the boys (or the girls), I just like to play with
them.  And I almost always put them back almost as good as new.

Notes: This is a repost and has not been archived in its entirety before.
It should run about 12 pages, printed, and have a semi-happy ending.  If
it doesn't let me know and I'll chop it up and try again.

Warnings (if needed): Non-consensual m/m sex, violence, mutilation,
references to bodily functions (nonsexual references)

Summary: SB sacrifices himself to Baltar in order to free Apollo and
Cass.  Apollo can't live with it and rescues a much-damaged SB.


Starbuck didn't miss a beat.  Cass and Apollo's lives were at stake.  He
stepped out of hiding and directly in front of Baltar's laser pistol. 
"Take me.  I promise you'll have a good time.  Let them go and I won't
give you any trouble.  I'll go with you and do whatever you want - except
tell you anything about the Fleet or its position."

Baltar looked the blond beauty up and down.  "Show me," he said, laser
pistol never wavering.

Seductively, Starbuck performed a striptease.  Slowly he turned to give
Baltar a full view, carefully avoiding eye contact with either of his
loves while continuing to shield them from Baltar's weapon.

"Show me how much you want me."

"Starbuck, no!  You don't have to do this!" Apollo shouted.

"Hold them," Baltar ordered the two Centurions guarding the other humans.
The Centurions firmly grasped Apollo and Cass, barely giving them space
to breathe.  Baltar turned back to Starbuck and raised an eyebrow.

Starbuck moved close to Baltar and knelt at his feet.  He rubbed himself
up and down Baltar's leather-clad legs while undoing his pants and
freeing his engorged cock.  With hands and mouth he pleasured the
traitor, while Cass and Apollo watched in horror.  

Baltar held the laser pistol in both hands, steadying it as he thrust
wildly into Starbuck's mouth, never quite losing control of the pistol,
even as he came, pounding against the warrior's face.  He took only a
micron to recover, then leered down at the bruised face.  "Put everything
back the way it was."  Starbuck licked him clean and tucked him back into
his pants, doing them up carefully. Baltar gestured with the pistol and
Starbuck rose to his feet.  "Now, show them."  

Starbuck turned to face the two Galacticans, revealing swollen lips and a
painfully pulsing erection.  He kept his eyes on the ground.

Baltar stepped up behind him and pulled his hair to raise his head. 
"Look at them," he commanded.  

Starbuck met their eyes and forced himself not to look away.

"Now, Captain Apollo, I want you to understand clearly what your options
are.  Watch where I'm putting this laser pistol.  Turning Starbuck
roughly by the shoulders, he ground the nude man against his metal and
leather armor.  Then, in slow motion, he swung the laser pistol around to
point it at Starbuck's back.

"No!" cried Cass.

"Keep quiet, little fool!" Baltar snarled.  "Although I can't believe
you'd still want him after that demonstration of devotion - devotion *to
me*."  He slid the laser pistol down Starbuck's spine, all the while
grinding against him.  He slid it slowly into the crack between his
buttocks then, with a sudden thrust, pushed it inside him up to the
trigger.

Starbuck screamed once, then stood very still, eyes on his loves.  Cass's
eyes were closed as she sobbed, but Apollo met his eyes steadily, giving
him strength.  "Let them go, Baltar," he said through clenched teeth.  

"All right," Baltar said agreeably.  "Captain, pick up the Lieutenant's
uniform;  he won't be needing it anymore."  The Centurion released Apollo
and he obeyed.  "Very good.  Now one more small demonstration and you may
take the girl and go back to the Galactica."  He began pumping the laser
pistol in and out of Starbuck.  

Starbuck slowly closed his eyes and began moaning.  

"Turn around.  Let them see." Baltar released Starbuck.

Starbuck obediently turned.  His chest was scraped and bruised from being
crushed against the armor.  His cock was purple and throbbing. His hands
reached to stroke it, but Baltar slapped them away.  "No, no, my new toy.
You'll do this the hard way - no hands."  

Starbuck sobbed once, then began thrusting back onto the pistol.  Once
again Baltar stopped him.  This time reaching across his hips with his
free arm to hold them still.  "Tell me how much you want this."

"Let them go, Baltar."

"All right.  If you won't tell me, tell them.  Look at them and tell
them."

"I want Baltar to fuck me.  I need it,"  Starbuck recited mechanically. 
His eyes were glazed and his face bright red.  

"Make me believe it, Lieutenant," Baltar demanded as he increased his
pace.

"Please, Baltar," Starbuck moaned.  "Please fuck me.  Make me cum."

During this exchange, Apollo had been feeling through Starbuck's uniform
for his laser pistol.  Now he found it and brandished it.  "Let him go,
Baltar."

To his amazement Baltar merely laughed.  "Fool!"  He shoved Starbuck
further away from him using the pistol.  Starbuck screamed in pain and
frustration.  Baltar ignored Starbuck as, hips freed, he began thrusting
onto the pistol again.  Baltar addressed Apollo.  "Look more closely,
Captain.  My finger is on the trigger.  If you shoot me, Starbuck dies -
he gets it up the ass.  Is that what you want?"  

Defeated, Apollo shook his head.  "Bring the weapon here, Captain,"
Baltar ordered.  Apollo handed him the pistol.  Baltar put it to
Starbuck's lips.  "Suck it off, slut."

Starbuck took the barrel into his mouth and pleasured it as he had
Baltar's cock.  He moaned constantly around it.  Apollo stood only inches
away, helpless.

"Now it's your turn to ask me, Captain.  Speak for your Lieutenant, since
his mouth is busy."

Swallowing hard, Apollo whispered, "Let him cum, Baltar."

"I can't hear you over the whore's moans.  You'll have to speak up.  What
is it you want?"

"Let Starbuck cum, Baltar."

"What is it *you* want, Captain?"

"I want to see you make Starbuck cum."

"Did you hear that, slut?  Your Captain wants me to make you cum." 
Starbuck nodded and groaned.  "Well, you have to obey your Captain, don't
you?"  Starbuck nodded again, the groan now a sob.  "All right.  When he
tells you, you may do it."  Baltar looked at Apollo again.  "Give him the
order, Captain."

Apollo steeled himself, forcing the words out.  "Starbuck, cum now."

And Starbuck did, spurting all over Apollo's uniform.

Baltar removed the pistol from Starbuck's mouth, and gestured with it. 
"Now go, Captain.  Take the girl and go." He continued to thrust the one
in Starbuck's rectum.

Apollo backed away, pulling Cass up as he passed her.  He backed them
into the shuttle, still watching.  His last glimpse, as the shuttle door
closed, was of Starbuck on his hands and knees, the pistol still in his
rectum, begging, "More, Baltar, more.  Fuck me again, harder."

***

Part 2

"No, Starbuck, no!"  Apollo sat bolt upright in bed, panting and
sweating.

Sheba rolled over and rubbed his back understandingly.  "Tell me
something, Apollo," she asked.  "Do you have this nightmare when you
*haven't* made love to me?"

"What?"  Apollo stammered.  "What are you talking about?"

Sheba sat up next to him and smiled.  "You heard me.  Do you dream about
Starbuck only when you have sex?"  The bright red color that suffused
Apollo's face was the only answer she got.  "Thought so," she said,
getting out of bed and starting to dress.

"Sheba, don't leave," Apollo begged.  "It's just what he did, the way he
looked at me while Baltar forced him - like I was all that was keeping
him sane.  He gave himself to Baltar to save my life."

"Yours *and* Cassiopeia's," Sheba reminded him.  "But I bet Cass doesn't
have nightmares, does she?"

"I wouldn't know," Apollo said woodenly.

"Come on, Apollo, do you think she'd be planning to seal with Giles if
she did?"

"We're together," Apollo pointed out.

"But we're not planning to seal, are we?"  Apollo shook his head.  "And
it's not because I'm not ready, is it?"  She leaned over and kissed him. 
"It's okay.  Really.  I know you love me, too.  Just like you loved
Serina, too."

"Sheba!"

Sheba kissed him again to silence his protest.  "And just like Starbuck
loved ... loves Cass - and Athena, too."  

Apollo opened and closed his mouth several times, unable to find anything
to say to this revelation.  Sheba was right, he realized.  He wondered
why he hadn't seen it.  He wondered whether Starbuck had.

"So let's go get him."  Sheba interrupted Apollo's musings with that bald
statement.

"Uh, Sheba, my father ordered us ..."

"I know what your father ordered.  My father would have ordered the same
thing.  That's his job - to look after the welfare of the fleet.  Our
jobs, on the other hand, are to look after each other.  At least that's
the way I see it."  She finished pulling on her boots and went to the
door.  "Starbuck needs us. Are you coming?"

***

Sheba and Apollo looked on as Baltar made Starbuck perform.  Apollo still
couldn't believe the ease with which they'd gotten onto the basestar. 
Baltar was so obsessed with his "new toy", even after a sectar, that he
was negligent about what was going on around him.  And Cylons only do
what they're told.  

But what the two Colonial Warriors were watching made them sick.  Baltar
had raped him anally and orally, made Starbuck clean him up, and used him
as a urinal.  Now he asked, "What should I do with you, slut?" 

"Fuck me, Baltar, please fuck me," came the response from the naked
figure on his knees in front of the traitor.  His hair was wild and long,
his thin body covered with welts, burns, and bruises.  His buttocks were
held apart by a huge dildo, crusted with blood where it protruded from
his anus.

"Oh, I'm tired of fucking you, whore," Baltar said negligently.  "Why
don't you fuck yourself?"

"By your command," Starbuck replied and reached behind himself to begin
pumping the oversized dildo in and out of his rectum.

"I can't watch any more of this," Apollo muttered and, before Sheba could
stop him, he drew his laser pistol and swept the room with it, mowing
down Centurions, guards, and IL units.  He didn't take his finger from
the trigger until he came to Baltar.  

Baltar was unarmed, but he grabbed Starbuck as a shield.  "Do you want
*this*, Captain?" he asked, seemingly amused.  "I can't see why."  He
held Starbuck away from him to examine him, then shrugged.  "But if you
want it, there must be some value to it.  What is this sex toy worth to
you?"

"Let him go, Baltar, and I'll bring you back to the Galactica alive,"
Apollo offered.

"Oh, my, a threat!"  Baltar sneered.  "Listen.  You're losing your
advantage.  Best flee before my minions come to my rescue." 

In the distance, they could hear a shrill alarm and the sound of metal
boots on metal floors.  Sheba swung around, trying to cover the many
entrances with two laser pistols.  "Apollo, hurry," she said urgently.

Baltar distracted Apollo again, pulling a knife from somewhere and held
it at Starbuck's waist.  "Will you still want the slut if he *can't*
anymore?" he asked and began slicing downward.

Starbuck, silent and passive in his hold until then, began to scream. 
Apollo let one shot fly.  Baltar and Starbuck both dropped bonelessly to
the floor.  

The alarm stopped abruptly and the metallic boots shuffled into silence
without a single Cylon appearing.  An IL unit glided into the room, hands
raised in surrender.  "I am Lucifer.  I wish you know harm.  I can grant
you ten of your centons before I must raise the alarm at discovering our
... fallen leader.  Your fastest route is this way," he pointed to one of
the exits.  "No one will hinder your departure."

Apollo stepped over to the two bodies on the floor, his laser pistol
still at the ready.  He would not put it past Baltar to feign death. 
Baltar's eyes were wide open, staring, Apollo fervently hoped, at the
opening gates to Hades.  Starbuck's eyes fluttered open to focus on the
laser pistol.  "Yes," he whispered.  "Finish me off.  Please, Apollo. 
That's the best thing you could do."

***

Part 3

Sheba came over, still warily eying the exits, lasers at the ready. 
"Hurry up, Apollo," she hissed.

"Please, Apollo," Starbuck whispered again, desperation clear in his
voice.

Apollo checked the knife wound.  "Frak!" he cursed, wiping the blood from
it with the hem of his tunic.

Sheba glanced over.  The blood was seeping, not gushing.  "No time,
Apollo.  We can look at it once we're out of here."  

Apollo nodded and holstered his pistol to pick up Starbuck.  "Please!"
Starbuck begged once more.

"No, Starbuck.  I want you.  I'm not going to kill what's most important
to me in the universe."

Starbuck's eyes widened at the words.  He didn't resist or object when
Apollo picked him up.  Hesitantly he put weak arms around Apollo.

Apollo hugged Starbuck to him.  "It's going to be all right," he murmured
into his hair.

***

"I could release him now if he had someone to help him.  He understands
how to care for himself, but until the residual pain abates, he may just
be too incapacitated to take proper care of himself," Dr. Salik
explained.

"Will he recover fully?" Adama asked.

"As far as his ability to return to duty, no.  The damage done to his
penis and rectum left massive scar tissue.  He won't be able to wear
restrictive clothing for any length of time, let alone sit on a hard
viper seat for centars.  Ideally he needs a job where he can take
frequent breaks and not be in a tight uniform."

Apollo looked at his father.  "I'm sure we can find something meaningful
that will meet those constraints," Adama said.

"Sheba's offered to take in Boxey until Junior Academy starts.  Apollo
smiled, remembering how the two broached the idea.  "He says she treats
him like a grownup, not a baby, so he's looking forward to the change. 
I'd like Starbuck to stay with me, if he wants to."

"I happen to know he'd like nothing better," Cass said with a smile,
coming out of Starbuck's alcove and joining the group. "He was just
wondering where he could go, and he explicitly said that he'd be most
comfortable with you, but he thought it would be impossible."

"All right, that's settled then," Salik said rubbing his hands in
satisfaction.  "I can have him ready in a centar."

***

Apollo and Starbuck shared his bed, putting Apollo in immediate reach
when pain or terror overtook Starbuck.  Starbuck was able to care for
himself more and more, but Apollo didn't suggest he might be ready to go
back to his own quarters and Starbuck seemed content with the way things
were.  He was quiet and subdued, but didn't seem depressed or unhappy. 
He took Apollo's suggestions, rarely demurring, but willing to offer an
opinion if asked.

One night, spooned up against Starbuck following a bout of nightmares,
Apollo realized his erection was pressing against Starbuck' backside. 
Apollo shifted away, only to hear Starbuck murmur, "It's all right.  Go
ahead."

Apollo petted the blond's curls and said, "No, love.  I won't do that to
you.  I'll be fine.  Go to sleep now."  

Starbuck sighed and shrugged, then snuggled back up against Apollo.  

Apollo held him until he relaxed into sleep, then gently slipped out of
the bed and went into the living room to take care of his needs.  He was
stroking himself, head leaned back against the cushions, eyes closed,
when his hands were gently removed and replaced by a warm and very
talented mouth.  "Starbuck, no.  You don't have to do this," he
protested.

Starbuck stopped sucking to look up at Apollo.  His blue eyes were full
of love and fear of rejection.  "Please let me.  I want to do this," he
said softly.

"You don't have to," Apollo repeated.  "I didn't rescue you from Baltar
so you could serve me."

Starbuck's eyes grew light with amusement.  "Didn't you?"  Apollo blushed
and Starbuck grew serious.  "Apollo, I *want* to serve you.  This is what
I've always wanted.  I fought my way into the Academy to be with you.  I
struggled to become the best viper pilot possible so that I could serve
with you.  I never thought you'd let me any closer, but it was enough. 
Now I have the chance to be what I really wanted - your servant.  Please
let me."

Apollo was astonished.  "This is what you wanted?  To be a sex slave?"

Starbuck shook his head and corrected Apollo.  "No.  To be *your* sex
slave.  If you'll have me."

"But you won't get anything out of it," Apollo objected, and immediately
cursed himself.  The knife wound had left Starbuck unable to get an
erection or ejaculate.  Urination was difficult, but he could manage with
a technique Dr. Salik had taught him.  Ejaculation was impossible, and
Salik had told him it might well be permanent.  They both knew that, but
didn't bring it up.

Starbuck smiled.  "I'd get great pleasure out of pleasuring you.  It's
just not physical pleasure.  But it doesn't have to be." He licked
teasingly at Apollo's still firm penis.  "Now, may I?"

***

As Starbuck grew stronger and the pain receded to manageable discomfort,
they developed a routine.  By mutual agreement, their physical
relationship didn't leave their quarters.  It was common knowledge that
they were sealed in all but ceremony and certificate, but the extent of
Starbuck's physical disability was also known, and they didn't correct
the assumption that their relationship was essentially platonic, one of
closeness and comfort, but no more.

In private, however, much more went on.  When they were alone in their
quarters, Starbuck wore only the athletic supporter his damaged penile
muscle required.  He rose early and cleansed and lubed himself, ready for
whatever Apollo desired.  He took over the cooking and cleaning, making
sure Apollo had breakfast before he went on duty, and tidying the small
rooms before he left for his position in strategic forecasting and
planning.  If they were staying in, Starbuck would prepare dinner and
himself.  It had taken some coaxing and persuasion, but he had convinced
Apollo that he wanted sex in all the variations his body would allow - in
other words, anything that didn't demand he have an erect penis.

Apollo finally accepted that Starbuck got immense pleasure from giving
himself.  When he did, he was able to enjoy Starbuck's surrender and
indulge in some of his fantasies, always careful that Starbuck didn't
feel humiliated or degraded.  They settled into a loving and sharing
partnership, disregarding what it looked like from the outside.

***

Apollo loved feeling Starbuck's smooth body, once the marks of Baltar's
abuse had faded. His favorite position in the evening was reclining on
his back, naked, with Starbuck, also on his back, atop him, Apollo's
penis snug inside Starbuck, Starbuck's head resting on Apollo's chest,
his thick hair tickling Apollo's nipples.  Apollo stroked down Starbuck's
arms, then moved to play with his nipples, a move that always caused
Starbuck to murmur and squirm, livening Apollo's penis.

This night, Apollo went a bit further, paying careful attention to the
tone of Starbuck's sounds, to make sure he wasn't hurting him.  He began
thrusting up into Starbuck instead of flipping him over onto his hands
and knees to make love to him.  Starbuck's moans increased in frequency,
but there was no note of pain or fear, so Apollo continued.  

Soon Starbuck was matching his thrusts, bringing Apollo close to
completion faster than he wished.  He slid his hands down Starbuck's
chest, to still his hips, and encountered a soft, but decided bulge in
the athletic supporter.  Starbuck stilled his hips, not noticing where
Apollo's hands were, and Apollo resumed his thrusts at his own pace.  

In due course, Apollo gave a sharp cry and emptied himself inside his
lover.  Starbuck whimpered and jerked once, his anal ring contracting and
inducing a second short spurt from Apollo, which caught him by surprise. 
Once he recovered, he realized his hands were clutching damp fabric. 
Starbuck was shaking and making small mewling sounds.

Carefully, Apollo slid out from under his lover and cradled him.
Starbuck's face was red and his cheeks streaked with tears.  "I'm so
sorry, love, I didn't mean to hurt you.  Are you all right?" he asked as
Starbuck quieted.

"You didn't hurt me, but I ... I wet myself. It happens sometimes;  I
lose control.  A parting gift from Baltar, I guess."  Starbuck sounded
bitter for the first time Apollo could remember.  "I'm sorry. I'll go
clean up and then come back and clean you up."

"Wait a micron," Apollo said, holding him in place.  "This has happened
before?"  Starbuck nodded, reddening in embarrassment again.  "How come I
never noticed?"

Starbuck smiled at that.  "Usually you're, ummm, a little distracted at
that point, and I'm on my hands and knees, so you can't see it.  I change
my supporter when I clean up, before I come back to take care of you."

Apollo glanced down.  There was no telltale yellow stain on the
supporter.  "Are you sure it's urine?"

Starbuck's embarrassment was turning to annoyance.  " I don't inspect it,
just throw it into the 'fresher. But what else could it be?"

Apollo reached inside the supporter.  There wasn't much collected there,
but what he felt was definitely not urine.  He brought his fingers out
and to his lips, darting his tongue out for a lick, then offering his
fingers to Starbuck.  "Try it," he said simply.

Starbuck sniffed, then also licked.  His face went through a variety of
emotions ending with amazement.  "But I thought I couldn't any more," he
murmured in shock.

"You spasmed when you came, too," Apollo said.  "You're so wide open when
you're on your hands and knees that I probably didn't feel it before. 
But you were very tight lying on your back and thrusting like that."

"Mmmm, it felt good," Starbuck admitted. "Like you were hitting the right
spot and I could feel it again.  I thought I was imagining it, but maybe
I could."

"We should experiment with this," Apollo said.  "But right now, you're
starting to stick to me."  He lifted Starbuck off him and swatted his
backside.  "Go clean yourself up and then come back to clean me off."

"Yes, sir!" Starbuck grinned and hurried into the turbo wash.

***

Apollo's erection woke both of them, as it often did.  Starbuck started
to turn and slide down the bed to take care of it, but Apollo stopped
him.  "Stay where you are."

Starbuck obeyed, but trembled.

"I won't hurt you, baby, I promise."

"I'm not prepared." Starbuck's voice quavered.

"I'm going to prepare you."

"You shouldn't," Starbuck protested.  "That's not your job."

"Shh," Apollo calmed him.  "You're not *really* my slave, that's just a
game we play.  You have to remember that.  And we don't always have to
play it."  He stroked Starbuck's hair until he relaxed.

Starbuck looked over his shoulder at his lover.  "Okay," he said
uncertainly.  "What should I do?"

Apollo smiled reassuringly into the frightened blue eyes.  "Just lay on
your side like you are.  And tell me - and I mean it - tell me if
anything I do hurts you or scares you."

"Okay."

"Promise."

Starbuck sighed.  "I promise I'll tell you if you hurt me or scare me." 
He followed that up immediately with, "You're scaring me.  I'd rather
suck you off."

Apollo laughed.  "Give it a chance, please?" he asked gently.  Starbuck
nodded and tried to relax.  

Apollo massaged Starbuck's buttocks in gentle spirals, heading inward for
his partially open hole.  'Another "gift" left by Baltar,' he thought
ruefully.  As he rimmed it, Starbuck tightened up and his anus closed to
its once-natural state.  Apollo continued rimming it more and more firmly
with a fingertip while he flipped open the lube and drizzled it over the
puckers.  

Starbuck sighed and pushed towards the fingertip.  Apollo made sure it
was thoroughly coated before he ventured a tiny thrust inward.  Starbuck
hummed in pleasure at the sensation of a finger other than his own
entering him so gently.  Slowly Apollo added fingers and deepened the
penetration.  Starbuck opened easily to him.  He coated his rigid member
and, removing his fingers, placed it at Starbuck's opening.  It was wide
open now, and Apollo cursed Baltar for depriving Starbuck of the pleasure
of feeling the friction of a thick cock sliding into a tight opening, the
almost-pain sliding into pleasure.

But Starbuck only knew he was enjoying the sensations of loving
preparation.  He didn't miss what he'd never known.  Apollo hadn't opened
him as wide or as thoroughly as he usually did himself, so the feeling of
fullness and heat came as a surprise.  He gasped and Apollo stilled in
position.

"Okay, love?" Apollo asked.

"Oh, yes," Starbuck breathed.  "Definitely okay.  Is this what you feel
when I finger fuck you?"

"Probably.  Only more intense, I think, because I'm tighter."

"This is just fine," Starbuck declared.

"Ready?"  Starbuck nodded and Apollo moved himself further in.  He paused
when he was all the way in and let Starbuck get used to the feeling.  He
could feel that Starbuck was tighter than when he prepared himself and
didn't want to hurt him.  Slowly he began rubbing in and out, increasing
the speed and distance until he was thrusting normally.

Starbuck had relaxed into his usual enjoyment of knowing Apollo was
inside him.  Every now and then, he felt something additional, a sharp
prick that seemed to stimulate his own member.  He felt it stir against
the athletic supporter and murmured at the unexpectedly familiar
sensation.

Apollo asked, "Something wrong?"

"Uh, no, I don't think so," Starbuck had trouble putting words together. 
When Apollo stopped moving to query him, he began thrusting to keep up
the sensation.  "I think ... uh ... I'm ... ummm maybe ... getting a
little hard.  Oh!"

Apollo had reached around and gently grasped Starbuck's semi-erect penis.
"Yes," he murmured into Starbuck's ear, "I would definitely say so. 
Does it hurt?"

"No, no, no," Starbuck stammered.  "Not hurt."  He thrust back onto
Apollo's prick then forward into his hand.  "Not hurt at all.  More. 
Please more."

"My pleasure," Apollo purred.  "You just lie there and enjoy.  I'll do
the work."  Carefully, he pulled the supporter down and fondled
Starbuck's scarred genitals.  

"Not right," Starbuck gasped, then whimpered when Apollo stopped. "I'm
supposed to ... do the ... work."

Apollo laughed and resumed thrusting and fondling rhythmically.  "Not
this time.  Do I have to order you to enjoy yourself?"

Starbuck moaned, beyond words.  His penis hardened under Apollo's
ministrations and there was brief, sharp pain when tissues that could no
longer stretch tried to anyway.  But the pain was quickly washed away
each time with the waves of pleasure, an intense pleasure Starbuck had
almost forgotten existed. The other times had been a mere physical
release, almost unnoticeable except for the resulting wetness.  This was
the real thing.  "'Pollo - have to ... please!  Please let me cum!" he
begged.

Apollo was brought up short by the desperate plea, almost losing his
rhythm.  Starbuck really didn't believe the master/slave relationship was
a game.  But he immediately set that aside for later.  What was important
now was that Starbuck not be held back.  "Of course, love," he crooned. 
"You cum any time you want to."

"Aaaahhhh!" Permission brought release and release brought ecstasy. 
Starbuck's entire body spasmed, including his anal rings, bringing Apollo
over the edge right after him.

Apollo recovered to find Starbuck struggling out of his embrace.  "What
are you doing, love?" he asked.

"Have to ... have to clean us up," Starbuck gasped, his exhausted body
almost refusing to move.

"Not this time.  This time I'll clean us up.  You lay there and don't
move," Apollo ordered.

"I can do that," Starbuck murmured, falling back among the pillows.  By
the time Apollo returned, he was sound asleep.

***

"But I *like* serving you.  Now that I can perform for you, it's even
better," Starbuck protested Apollo's decision that they become sexual
equals.

"It's not right," Apollo declared.  "Not now that you're okay.  Maybe it
wasn't even right when you couldn't do anything but enjoy my pleasure,
but I could accept it then.  Now, no.  I shouldn't have that kind of
control over you."

"Apollo," Starbuck stated firmly, "It's the only kind of control you're
going to have over me.  I like it.  I need it, since Baltar."  A small
part of him noticed that he hadn't even stumbled over that.  "I've always
wanted to serve you sexually - not just have you as a lover.  I'm good at
that - ask Cass or Athena."  Apollo raised both eyebrows.  "Well, okay,
maybe not Athena, but ask Cass.  She'll tell you.  I wouldn't even know
where to start with ordering you around." Apollo looked skeptical. 
"Sexually, Apollo, sexually;  that's all we're talking about here.  I
know how to pleasure you and I feel safe letting you control my pleasure
- now that I can have some.  I know you''ll never hurt me.  Please don't
change the way things are just 'cause I'm functional again."

"All right," Apollo said, giving in and realizing he hadn't really lost
anything.  "If you're sure."

"I've never been surer about anything in my life."

"In that case," Apollo circled his slave possessively, "I want to change
a couple of things."  Starbuck stiffened and watched him warily.  "You
said you were sure," Apollo pointed out.  Starbuck nodded. "Unless you're
in pain, and I know sometimes you are, I'd like you to be completely
naked when we're home alone."  Starbuck nodded eagerly this time.  "But I
mean it:  if I find out you've been hurting yourself to please me, you'll
find out how angry I can really get.  Do you understand?"  He looked
sternly at his lover.

"Oh, yes, Apollo, I understand," Starbuck said.  "And don't worry, you
may need to discipline me occasionally," he grinned in anticipation and
made a mental note to ensure Cass filled Apollo in about such things,
"but it won't be about that.  If I'm not feeling well, I won't hesitate
to tell you and I will wear the supporter.  I'm not into *that* kind of
pain."

"Okay, as long as we understand each other," Apollo said.  "Now, I wasn't
quite finished with the ... modifications.  I want you completely naked
and erect by the time I get off duty.  I don't expect anything of the
sort before our duty shifts, so don't even try, and when we have time off
together, I'll let you know what I ... require.  But on duty nights, I'll
expect to be greeted properly."

"Yes, sir!"

And since we are off-duty, I'd like you to 'perform' for me, as you put
it - I think that will be very enjoyable."  

'Oh, yes, Captain, I'll make sure it's enjoyable - for both of us,'
Starbuck thought as he began massaging his body sensually.  

As the centons passed and Starbuck continued his seductive performance,
Apollo marveled at just how enticing a striptease of just one tiny
article of underwear could be.  And he wondered just who was *really* in
control in their relationship. But he didn't let the issue bother him -
he knew it didn't matter at all.