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Babylon 5 fanfic: One Safe Harbor
The recent "only one bed" meme (which I still haven't finished, as per usual) led to only-one-bed thoughts and this missing scene for B5 5x16.
One Safe Harbor (also on Ao3 - G'Kar/Londo, 2300 words, explicit)
Missing scene on the flight from Babylon 5 to Centauri Prime in 5x16. Two people in a very small sleeping space. Also, some feelings are had.
When Vir had booked Londo's seat on the next outgoing flight from Babylon 5 to Centauri Prime, he'd also booked the last available first-class single-passenger sleeping berth. Fully expecting to travel alone, Londo didn't realize the problem with this plan until the cabin lights dimmed and the fact there were now two of them sank in.
"Ah," G'Kar said, after he had observed the inside of the small chamber, which was even smaller than Londo remembered. "I see that I will be sleeping in my seat." When Londo gave him a sharp look, he half-smiled. "I invited myself along, after all."
"Don't be absurd," Londo said shortly. "You are my bodyguard, are you not? We can share."
Some part of him was still raw and bleeding, like an abrasion of the hearts. G'Kar's presence had salved the hurt somewhat: Delenn believes you didn't know, G'Kar had said, and She did what she did for the good of the Alliance, you know that -- and he understood, he did, he likely would have done the same. In his own way, he had. They had their duties, he and Delenn, he and Sheridan, he and everyone who had lied to him and undermined him and betrayed him.
But G'Kar was here. And Londo could not have said why, wouldn't have admitted to it under torture, but he didn't want to let G'Kar out of his sight for a minute.
"If you're really that worried about being killed in your sleep," G'Kar said, eyeing the compartment, "I can sleep in the corridor here. I'm capable of falling asleep standing up."
"I'm sure you are, but I do not want to be awakened by a screaming Centauri matriarch when she trips over you on her way to the bathroom." Londo waved an impatient hand at him. "Come, take off your coat. This will work if you are not wearing all that bulky armor."
"You think a naked Narn is going to be less alarming?"
Londo bared his teeth at him. "You can undress in the bathroom."
While G'Kar was off doing that, for some value of doing that, Londo shed his coat and waistcoat, his outer layers and boots, slipping them into the storage locker provided for luggage and valuables under the berth. Whether it would fit everything of G'Kar's, he was uncertain.
Vir had packed a small valise with his usual efficiency, and there would be a nightshirt in it, but Londo decided not to change into it. G'Kar had seen him naked before, and in every other state of undress and dishabille. If they were going to cram into a rather tight bed, whatever they had done together in the past, Londo supposed that leaving at least some of his clothes on seemed polite.
G'Kar apparently had not felt the same concern, because he returned from the bathroom carrying a bundle of his coat and armor and clothing, wearing a pair of loose calf-length pants and absolutely nothing else. He got some half-scandalized, half-appreciative glances from nearby Centauri (male and female alike).
"This is what you call not making a scene?" Londo grabbed G'Kar by his bare shoulder -- his skin was warm and leathery-feeling, but soft in a way that was always a fresh surprise, like buttery suede -- and shoved him towards the berth. "Here, I will stow your things."
"You were the one who suggested taking my armor off."
"I thought you were wearing more under it!" Londo crouched to stuff G'Kar's gear into the locker, however it would fit, and found he was having to do it around a pair of bare, spotted calves. "Get in bed, you shameless reprobate."
"No, you have to get in first. I am your bodyguard, so I need to be between you and harm." G'Kar lounged against the wall and winked at a pair of blushing Centauri ladies who were having to edge past them in the narrow aisle between berths.
"We will be lucky if we are not challenged to twelve different duels by morning," Londo muttered. He finished getting everything stowed. "All right, if you insist on me being first, then at least move aside."
Once he had climbed in, the fit was fairly comfortable, at least until G'Kar climbed in after him and drew the privacy curtain. Then they had to somehow get themselves arranged.
"G'Kar, I cannot sleep with my face in your armpit."
"This was your idea, don't forget." G'Kar was very warm, and there was a lot of him, pressing Londo against the wall, so close that Londo could feel the rise and fall of his rib cage expanding with his breaths. This made Londo start thinking about how much air there was in a space like this.
"I am going to suffocate."
"Maybe if you stop talking," G'Kar said, "you won't use all the air."
"This was a mistake."
But once they both stopped moving, awkwardly jammed together, Londo found that there was actually something comforting about having a large, muscular bulwark of Narn between him and the exit. True, he wasn't sure how they would both cope if he needed to get up to use the bathroom .... or got motion sick ... or succumbed to claustrophobia ...
"I feel unwell," Londo muttered. He could feel himself sweating, making the small space even more oppressive.
"Mollari." G'Kar's voice was amused and indulgent. He had been lying with his back pressed against Londo, facing outward. Now he rolled over, provoking outraged squawking and struggling as Londo felt himself in danger of being crushed. G'Kar's square, callused hand settled on his arm, and rubbed it lightly. "Londo. You are not going to suffocate. It's not that small a space and you know it. Go to sleep. If you like ..." It was very dim with the privacy curtain drawn, but Londo could hear G'Kar's grin in his voice. "I can sing to you."
"I don't think the situation is that dire," Londo said with all the dignity he could muster, which wasn't much.
G'Kar leaned in to nip delicately at the skin of Londo's neck, making Londo gasp a little. "I can suggest other things that might be distracting," he murmured, his voice vibrating against Londo's throat.
"Not here!" Londo whispered fiercely. "There is no room!" He fell silent as someone went by in the corridor, so near they could have reached out through the curtain and touched them. "And there are too many people."
"Really?" G'Kar whispered back. He slipped a hand beneath the loose, long-sleeved silk shirt Londo had left on, fingers lightly running across Londo's sensitive ribs. At the same time, he bit gently at the soft skin just above Londo's collarbone.
He was always very careful with those sort of moves, leaving light bruises when he wanted to, but otherwise treating Londo as if he was something delicate -- which, compared to someone with leathery Narn skin, he was, but it was still a strange thrill to experience, especially since Londo had no indication that G'Kar thought of him as delicate in any other way.
They did not have what might be termed a relationship -- at least Londo didn't think so. They'd had sex for the first time on the White Star, after Delenn and Sheridan's wedding: a fast and furtive thing; he thought they had both been surprised by how much they had enjoyed it, and that there was more pleasure in it than anger. After that, it happened now and then, when they both felt like it.
Which meant that G'Kar knew exactly how to excite him, and as his fingers continued moving along Londo's ribs, now toying between the bases of number two and four, Londo felt his resistance weakening even as his body responded. There was snaky movement between them, one of his dicks weaving around to brush across G'Kar's chest, another curling up across G'Kar's shoulder; and Londo felt G'Kar's lips, where they pressed seductively against his neck, move to curve into a grin. Londo's genitalia had a tendency to take their own initiative with someone he liked, and G'Kar knew that.
"Shameless," Londo whispered, not sure which of them he was referring to. "Utterly shameless."
"Are you going to make me do all the work? Shameless, indeed." Now the fingers were actively working the base of number two, stroking and rubbing. Londo's brain sputtered.
With so little room to maneuver, there was not a lot that he could do; he couldn't get his mouth on any part of G'Kar except his forehead, at least if G'Kar didn't move up a little, but he slid a hand down between them and felt the bulge in the loose pants. Still so strange to have genitals there, but there was no doubt of G'Kar's interest.
Most of his dicks were loose now, questing lightly around G'Kar's body, one of them slipping under the waistband of his pants (and giving Londo a little thrill of sensation). G'Kar turned his head to the side, and his lips closed gently around the head of the cock that had been inquisitively investigating his shoulder. As his tongue circled the tip, another interested cock slithered up to prod at the edge of G'Kar's mouth, and as G'Kar took that one into the heat of his mouth as well, Londo melted against him.
Sex with G'Kar had always felt like play. Not that there wasn't emotion involved, Londo was willing to admit that. But it had always felt more like a way of blowing off steam than anything else, getting him out of his head, even distracting him, the last time they were on Centauri Prime, from the fact that he'd come very close to being assassinated. G'Kar was a fun and inventive bed partner, always up for trying something new, as enthusiastic about his partner's pleasure as his own. Londo could see why he had been popular with lovers all over the station.
But this ... this felt different. Londo felt different. He had blown up his entire life on Babylon 5, or had it blown up for him; he wasn't sure if anyone he cared about was still talking to him, or if he could trust them even if they were willing to trust him. And G'Kar was here, with him, pressing him down and licking and gently biting and taking him out of himself.
G'Kar was here.
Even so, it was not the most conducive situation to fully appreciate the pleasures of the body. G'Kar was patient as always in teasing him along, and Londo came with three of the six, which was more than he expected under the circumstances. As he shuddered down from the aftershocks, emotionally peeled raw, all the feeling that he had been ruthlessly holding back during this long, terrible day filled him like a pent-up dam breaking, and his eyes humiliatingly flooded with tears.
G'Kar pushed himself up so they were face to face. He kissed Londo lightly, just below one of his damp eyes. "That's not the reaction I normally hope for," he murmured. When Londo blinked his wet eyes open, in the dimness of the compartment he made out a look of concern on the Narnish features.
"It's not ... you didn't ... it's not you." He managed to keep his voice from cracking, made himself smile a little. "It's been a long day."
"Hasn't it." G'Kar brushed his lips across Londo's cheek, his temple -- and his hips pushed forward against Londo's thigh. "Little help here, if you don't mind?"
Londo laughed shakily, becoming aware that his hand was filled with the wet, slick weight of G'Kar's monocock; he hadn't even fully recognized that G'Kar hadn't come yet.
G'Kar had been kissing him (cheek, jaw, corner of mouth) while his hips pressed insistently against Londo's hand, his thigh. Now he pulled back a little. "If you're not in the mood, we can stop. I have two perfectly good hands."
"So do I." Londo grinned in spite of the tears still spilling helplessly down his face, and kissed G'Kar fiercely, bit at his chin and then the soft folds of his neck. It was impossible to work his way down far enough in the small space to take G'Kar into his mouth, but he used both hands, one of his as-yet-unspent cocks teasing lightly in the cleft of G'Kar's ass. It wasn't long before G'Kar shuddered against him and spilled hotly into his hands.
They lay together for a little while, sticky and calm, the close space smelling intensely of sex. G'Kar had one arm over him, and Londo felt pressed down, enclosed .... safe. After a short time, G'Kar murmured, "You feel better, a little?"
"A little," Londo said quietly against G'Kar's shoulder. He had stopped weeping; now he just felt achy, in the aftermath of too much feeling. Relaxed, somewhat.
"I'll get us something to clean up with."
Before Londo could stop him, G'Kar squirmed a little to fasten the drawstring of his pants, and then slithered out of the compartment. Londo crawled after him hastily, just in case someone called security, but it seemed the cruiser had settled down for the night, because there was no one moving about. G'Kar came back shortly with a warm, damp hand towel, and they cleaned each other in the dimness of the berth.
"Good idea, no?" G'Kar asked, after he'd stuffed the towel into the recycling receptacle under their bunk. He moved closer to Londo, facing him, and put an arm over him again.
"You always think sex is a good idea."
"It usually is."
Londo snorted. But he did feel better. A lot less tense, more at ease. And it wasn't just the sex. It was also G'Kar's warm bulk between him and the outside, G'Kar's presence filling his senses until there hardly seemed room for anything else, even his distressed, circling thoughts. Londo pressed his face into G'Kar's shoulder, inhaling the faint, spicy smell of him. There was nothing wrong with being this close; it felt as if there was almost nothing between them at all.
Maybe he could sleep like this after all.
One Safe Harbor (also on Ao3 - G'Kar/Londo, 2300 words, explicit)
Missing scene on the flight from Babylon 5 to Centauri Prime in 5x16. Two people in a very small sleeping space. Also, some feelings are had.
When Vir had booked Londo's seat on the next outgoing flight from Babylon 5 to Centauri Prime, he'd also booked the last available first-class single-passenger sleeping berth. Fully expecting to travel alone, Londo didn't realize the problem with this plan until the cabin lights dimmed and the fact there were now two of them sank in.
"Ah," G'Kar said, after he had observed the inside of the small chamber, which was even smaller than Londo remembered. "I see that I will be sleeping in my seat." When Londo gave him a sharp look, he half-smiled. "I invited myself along, after all."
"Don't be absurd," Londo said shortly. "You are my bodyguard, are you not? We can share."
Some part of him was still raw and bleeding, like an abrasion of the hearts. G'Kar's presence had salved the hurt somewhat: Delenn believes you didn't know, G'Kar had said, and She did what she did for the good of the Alliance, you know that -- and he understood, he did, he likely would have done the same. In his own way, he had. They had their duties, he and Delenn, he and Sheridan, he and everyone who had lied to him and undermined him and betrayed him.
But G'Kar was here. And Londo could not have said why, wouldn't have admitted to it under torture, but he didn't want to let G'Kar out of his sight for a minute.
"If you're really that worried about being killed in your sleep," G'Kar said, eyeing the compartment, "I can sleep in the corridor here. I'm capable of falling asleep standing up."
"I'm sure you are, but I do not want to be awakened by a screaming Centauri matriarch when she trips over you on her way to the bathroom." Londo waved an impatient hand at him. "Come, take off your coat. This will work if you are not wearing all that bulky armor."
"You think a naked Narn is going to be less alarming?"
Londo bared his teeth at him. "You can undress in the bathroom."
While G'Kar was off doing that, for some value of doing that, Londo shed his coat and waistcoat, his outer layers and boots, slipping them into the storage locker provided for luggage and valuables under the berth. Whether it would fit everything of G'Kar's, he was uncertain.
Vir had packed a small valise with his usual efficiency, and there would be a nightshirt in it, but Londo decided not to change into it. G'Kar had seen him naked before, and in every other state of undress and dishabille. If they were going to cram into a rather tight bed, whatever they had done together in the past, Londo supposed that leaving at least some of his clothes on seemed polite.
G'Kar apparently had not felt the same concern, because he returned from the bathroom carrying a bundle of his coat and armor and clothing, wearing a pair of loose calf-length pants and absolutely nothing else. He got some half-scandalized, half-appreciative glances from nearby Centauri (male and female alike).
"This is what you call not making a scene?" Londo grabbed G'Kar by his bare shoulder -- his skin was warm and leathery-feeling, but soft in a way that was always a fresh surprise, like buttery suede -- and shoved him towards the berth. "Here, I will stow your things."
"You were the one who suggested taking my armor off."
"I thought you were wearing more under it!" Londo crouched to stuff G'Kar's gear into the locker, however it would fit, and found he was having to do it around a pair of bare, spotted calves. "Get in bed, you shameless reprobate."
"No, you have to get in first. I am your bodyguard, so I need to be between you and harm." G'Kar lounged against the wall and winked at a pair of blushing Centauri ladies who were having to edge past them in the narrow aisle between berths.
"We will be lucky if we are not challenged to twelve different duels by morning," Londo muttered. He finished getting everything stowed. "All right, if you insist on me being first, then at least move aside."
Once he had climbed in, the fit was fairly comfortable, at least until G'Kar climbed in after him and drew the privacy curtain. Then they had to somehow get themselves arranged.
"G'Kar, I cannot sleep with my face in your armpit."
"This was your idea, don't forget." G'Kar was very warm, and there was a lot of him, pressing Londo against the wall, so close that Londo could feel the rise and fall of his rib cage expanding with his breaths. This made Londo start thinking about how much air there was in a space like this.
"I am going to suffocate."
"Maybe if you stop talking," G'Kar said, "you won't use all the air."
"This was a mistake."
But once they both stopped moving, awkwardly jammed together, Londo found that there was actually something comforting about having a large, muscular bulwark of Narn between him and the exit. True, he wasn't sure how they would both cope if he needed to get up to use the bathroom .... or got motion sick ... or succumbed to claustrophobia ...
"I feel unwell," Londo muttered. He could feel himself sweating, making the small space even more oppressive.
"Mollari." G'Kar's voice was amused and indulgent. He had been lying with his back pressed against Londo, facing outward. Now he rolled over, provoking outraged squawking and struggling as Londo felt himself in danger of being crushed. G'Kar's square, callused hand settled on his arm, and rubbed it lightly. "Londo. You are not going to suffocate. It's not that small a space and you know it. Go to sleep. If you like ..." It was very dim with the privacy curtain drawn, but Londo could hear G'Kar's grin in his voice. "I can sing to you."
"I don't think the situation is that dire," Londo said with all the dignity he could muster, which wasn't much.
G'Kar leaned in to nip delicately at the skin of Londo's neck, making Londo gasp a little. "I can suggest other things that might be distracting," he murmured, his voice vibrating against Londo's throat.
"Not here!" Londo whispered fiercely. "There is no room!" He fell silent as someone went by in the corridor, so near they could have reached out through the curtain and touched them. "And there are too many people."
"Really?" G'Kar whispered back. He slipped a hand beneath the loose, long-sleeved silk shirt Londo had left on, fingers lightly running across Londo's sensitive ribs. At the same time, he bit gently at the soft skin just above Londo's collarbone.
He was always very careful with those sort of moves, leaving light bruises when he wanted to, but otherwise treating Londo as if he was something delicate -- which, compared to someone with leathery Narn skin, he was, but it was still a strange thrill to experience, especially since Londo had no indication that G'Kar thought of him as delicate in any other way.
They did not have what might be termed a relationship -- at least Londo didn't think so. They'd had sex for the first time on the White Star, after Delenn and Sheridan's wedding: a fast and furtive thing; he thought they had both been surprised by how much they had enjoyed it, and that there was more pleasure in it than anger. After that, it happened now and then, when they both felt like it.
Which meant that G'Kar knew exactly how to excite him, and as his fingers continued moving along Londo's ribs, now toying between the bases of number two and four, Londo felt his resistance weakening even as his body responded. There was snaky movement between them, one of his dicks weaving around to brush across G'Kar's chest, another curling up across G'Kar's shoulder; and Londo felt G'Kar's lips, where they pressed seductively against his neck, move to curve into a grin. Londo's genitalia had a tendency to take their own initiative with someone he liked, and G'Kar knew that.
"Shameless," Londo whispered, not sure which of them he was referring to. "Utterly shameless."
"Are you going to make me do all the work? Shameless, indeed." Now the fingers were actively working the base of number two, stroking and rubbing. Londo's brain sputtered.
With so little room to maneuver, there was not a lot that he could do; he couldn't get his mouth on any part of G'Kar except his forehead, at least if G'Kar didn't move up a little, but he slid a hand down between them and felt the bulge in the loose pants. Still so strange to have genitals there, but there was no doubt of G'Kar's interest.
Most of his dicks were loose now, questing lightly around G'Kar's body, one of them slipping under the waistband of his pants (and giving Londo a little thrill of sensation). G'Kar turned his head to the side, and his lips closed gently around the head of the cock that had been inquisitively investigating his shoulder. As his tongue circled the tip, another interested cock slithered up to prod at the edge of G'Kar's mouth, and as G'Kar took that one into the heat of his mouth as well, Londo melted against him.
Sex with G'Kar had always felt like play. Not that there wasn't emotion involved, Londo was willing to admit that. But it had always felt more like a way of blowing off steam than anything else, getting him out of his head, even distracting him, the last time they were on Centauri Prime, from the fact that he'd come very close to being assassinated. G'Kar was a fun and inventive bed partner, always up for trying something new, as enthusiastic about his partner's pleasure as his own. Londo could see why he had been popular with lovers all over the station.
But this ... this felt different. Londo felt different. He had blown up his entire life on Babylon 5, or had it blown up for him; he wasn't sure if anyone he cared about was still talking to him, or if he could trust them even if they were willing to trust him. And G'Kar was here, with him, pressing him down and licking and gently biting and taking him out of himself.
G'Kar was here.
Even so, it was not the most conducive situation to fully appreciate the pleasures of the body. G'Kar was patient as always in teasing him along, and Londo came with three of the six, which was more than he expected under the circumstances. As he shuddered down from the aftershocks, emotionally peeled raw, all the feeling that he had been ruthlessly holding back during this long, terrible day filled him like a pent-up dam breaking, and his eyes humiliatingly flooded with tears.
G'Kar pushed himself up so they were face to face. He kissed Londo lightly, just below one of his damp eyes. "That's not the reaction I normally hope for," he murmured. When Londo blinked his wet eyes open, in the dimness of the compartment he made out a look of concern on the Narnish features.
"It's not ... you didn't ... it's not you." He managed to keep his voice from cracking, made himself smile a little. "It's been a long day."
"Hasn't it." G'Kar brushed his lips across Londo's cheek, his temple -- and his hips pushed forward against Londo's thigh. "Little help here, if you don't mind?"
Londo laughed shakily, becoming aware that his hand was filled with the wet, slick weight of G'Kar's monocock; he hadn't even fully recognized that G'Kar hadn't come yet.
G'Kar had been kissing him (cheek, jaw, corner of mouth) while his hips pressed insistently against Londo's hand, his thigh. Now he pulled back a little. "If you're not in the mood, we can stop. I have two perfectly good hands."
"So do I." Londo grinned in spite of the tears still spilling helplessly down his face, and kissed G'Kar fiercely, bit at his chin and then the soft folds of his neck. It was impossible to work his way down far enough in the small space to take G'Kar into his mouth, but he used both hands, one of his as-yet-unspent cocks teasing lightly in the cleft of G'Kar's ass. It wasn't long before G'Kar shuddered against him and spilled hotly into his hands.
They lay together for a little while, sticky and calm, the close space smelling intensely of sex. G'Kar had one arm over him, and Londo felt pressed down, enclosed .... safe. After a short time, G'Kar murmured, "You feel better, a little?"
"A little," Londo said quietly against G'Kar's shoulder. He had stopped weeping; now he just felt achy, in the aftermath of too much feeling. Relaxed, somewhat.
"I'll get us something to clean up with."
Before Londo could stop him, G'Kar squirmed a little to fasten the drawstring of his pants, and then slithered out of the compartment. Londo crawled after him hastily, just in case someone called security, but it seemed the cruiser had settled down for the night, because there was no one moving about. G'Kar came back shortly with a warm, damp hand towel, and they cleaned each other in the dimness of the berth.
"Good idea, no?" G'Kar asked, after he'd stuffed the towel into the recycling receptacle under their bunk. He moved closer to Londo, facing him, and put an arm over him again.
"You always think sex is a good idea."
"It usually is."
Londo snorted. But he did feel better. A lot less tense, more at ease. And it wasn't just the sex. It was also G'Kar's warm bulk between him and the outside, G'Kar's presence filling his senses until there hardly seemed room for anything else, even his distressed, circling thoughts. Londo pressed his face into G'Kar's shoulder, inhaling the faint, spicy smell of him. There was nothing wrong with being this close; it felt as if there was almost nothing between them at all.
Maybe he could sleep like this after all.