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Battlestar Galactica
Helo/Lee, general S2 spoilers
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The Heart is Deceitful Above All Else
Helo has enormous hands. He has long, expressive fingers, wide, capable palms, and agile wrists. Helo's fingernails are always short and trimmed. Never jagged or ragged. They never catch, never mark -- Lee was the one who always left scratch marks on Helo's skin. Lee was always the more energetic of the two, the more frenetic.
Helo used to hold Lee down for excruciatingly long periods of time just to calm his frantic motions and wriggling. Lee always treated each moment they were together as though it were a race and he had to do as much as possible as quickly as possible. In some ways he's always been a slave to a 33 minute clock.
Lee has always been a mover; he's always felt as though he were climbing out of his own skin. Helo has always been slower, more thoughtful. Helo was the one who wanted to spend hours in bed just kissing. He was the one who would pin Lee against a wall, or a bed, or any semi-flat service and let Lee touch and molest and work himself into a frenzy until he'd peaked, and then Helo would join him with casual lazy movements and languid touches.
Helo's hands are a perfect representation of Helo, they can be strong and brutal, but more often than not they're soft and inquisitive. Lee has felt Helo's sure, solid hands on every inch of his body. Lee has licked Helo's palms and run his tongue along the swirls of Helo's fingerprints. He has felt Helo's hands on his body in everything from dirty pyramid games to Helo's exploration of Lee's toes, because, "Your toes are important. Your feet are important; they tell you a lot about how a person carries themselves. Your arch. Where you place your weight. My parents used to have their patients paint their feet and leave foot prints all over this huge roll of paper they kept in their offices, and then make them interpret the footprints."
Helo's parents were child psychologists, which says a lot about Helo himself. Lee never had a chance to meet Helo's parents, even though they discussed it ad nauseum. It was always the sort of thing that would eventually happen, and then Zak died, and Lee pushed Helo away, and Kara disowned him for the way he'd treated Helo, and that was pretty much it.
Except for the part about the end of the world, and Helo not dying, and Sharon being a Cylon, and Lee losing his mind, and that's somehow led him back to Helo. Or more specifically that's led to Helo pinning Lee to the side of a Raptor in a deserted hangar.
Lee could say all sorts of things, but he can't get away from how warm and secure Helo's hands are around his wrists. He can't get away from how he's twitching and flailing, and Helo's looking down at him with those huge eyes that always saw past the layers and the armour and the skin to all those things that people weren't supposed to figure out about Lee Adama.
"Lieutenant, did you have a point to make?" Lee's hoping for a tone somewhere between authoritative and annoyed, but Helo just cocks his head to the side as though he's amused. As though he can see all the images flashing through Lee's mind: Helo wandering around Lee's apartment in his boxers, Helo eating Lee's cereal, Helo naked and panting as Lee works himself open on Helo's fingers and yowls for more.
"It's Lieutenant now, huh?" Helo's voice is low, deep and drawn out. Helo -– Karl. Gods, Lee remembers when he was just Karl Agathon, a friend of Kara's. Lee remembers when Karl was just Karl, and then one day he was Helo, Kara's friend Helo, and then he was Lee's Helo, and now --
"I could have you thrown in the brig for this. You're assaulting a superior officer." Lee wriggles his fingers. Helo's hold is tight enough to restrain, but not restrict. It's enough for Lee's fingers to slap fruitlessly at Helo's wrists.
Helo's hold loosens further, but he takes a step forward, his body forcing Lee further against the Raptor by sheer mass. "I've never done anything to hurt you," Helo says matter-of-factly.
Lee can feel the blood thrumming in his veins and rushing in his ears. "Is that some sort of backhanded compliment?" he spits out. He can feel adrenaline rushing through his body and itching underneath his skin. Helo never hurt him, because Lee has always been capable of hurting himself.
Helo leans further down until Lee can make out the faint freckles across his nose. The lack of sunlight has made Helo pale and fair; he used to be Lee's golden god.
He used to be Lee's. Now he belongs to that thing.
Lee doesn't even realise Helo's released him until he's striking Helo's chest and face. Lee is kicking out, reaching out and striking blindly everywhere he can. Helo used to be his. He used to lo—
Helo doesn't even flinch at the first blow, or the second, but somewhere along the line, the blows lessen their impact, and Lee's not hitting but flailing, and then Helo's body is there. His thigh between Lee's thighs, his hands on Lee's shoulders, and when Helo kisses him, Lee bites back. He doesn't even realise he's slammed his own head against the side of the Raptor until Helo's hand insinuates itself between Lee's skull and the hard steel.
Helo's kisses are as patient and languid as ever, but there's something else there. When Lee assaults him, Helo gives back. He kisses Lee softly, but bites too. He pushes and pushes, and Lee pushes back just like he always has.
Lee has always tried to push everyone away.
Everything mixes together with Lee's flailing and the wet heat of kisses and stinging bites, but Lee's hands have a purpose now: to get underneath Helo's uniform, to touch Helo's skin, and remember things he'd sworn he'd forgotten. Lee wants to get under the tanks and inside his pants, and find the groove of Helo's hipbones and that soft skin that makes Helo keen. Lee wants what he gave up, and he grunts when Helo bends down and lifts him just that little bit. He wraps his foot around the back of Helo's calf and rubs his cock against the hardness of Helo's thigh.
He can feel Helo's hands gripping his backside, holding him up, and back, and against the Raptor, even as Lee yanks and pulls and tries to work out the frustration of wanting a life he gave up, because he thought love was just going to slow him down.
Helo's mouth is wet, his teeth are sharp on the side of Lee's neck, and Helo hisses when Lee's hand wraps around his cock.
The words reach Lee's ears long before he even realizes he's talking -– hate you –- left me -- belong to me -- kill her -- his words are in time with the way he strokes Helo's cock, and the fact that he's talking about killing the mother of Helo's child doesn't disturb him nearly as much as it should.
It's a Cylon. Helo was tricked. Yes, Lee broke Helo's heart, but that doesn't mean that Helo doesn't still belong to him.
He's sorry.
He's sorry.
Helo comes all over his fist, and he nips Lee hard enough that Lee knows it will leave a mark. Lee spent almost two years leaving marks on Helo, he knows what it takes. He pretends he doesn't hear his own whimpering, he just needs to rub against Helo another minute, but Helo's hands are there again, shifting, lowering, slipping inside Lee's uniform, and Lee comes with just a brush of Helo's fingers over the head of his cock.
It's too late for him to let his pride get in the way -- his pride has already ruined the best things in his life -- and Lee's still gasping for air when Helo's hands pull away. Lee doesn't even realise how much light and space Helo's been blocking until he steps away, and Lee can't even figure out what to say now. I miss you. Come back. I'm sorry.
They all sound trite and horrible. They're all too late. So, instead Lee says nothing, and without even straightening his clothes he brushes by Helo to go to his rack. He needs a shower. He needs a workout. He should go find Dualla. After all, he's been running from his emotions for years at this point, there's no reason to stop now.
-end-
Beta provided by the most fabulousantheia, who came to my aid in my hour of 'where the fuck did all my betas go?' ♥ + Again thanks to slodwick for the lovely art and to artificalard for asking about the Helo/Lee.
Again, this story – okay, this porn and angst – comes to you complete with soundtrack of Kubb's If I Can't Have You and Stealers Wheel 'Stuck in the Middle with You':
slodwick made me art. I am a SUCKER for Slod!Art. Actually I'm just a sucker for art full stop. This is for her since my porn decided to grant me a conjugal visit today, and it even brought music: Kubb's If I Can't Have You and Stealers Wheel 'Stuck in the Middle with You'!Battlestar Galactica
Helo/Lee, general S2 spoilers
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Helo has enormous hands. He has long, expressive fingers, wide, capable palms, and agile wrists. Helo's fingernails are always short and trimmed. Never jagged or ragged. They never catch, never mark -- Lee was the one who always left scratch marks on Helo's skin. Lee was always the more energetic of the two, the more frenetic.
Helo used to hold Lee down for excruciatingly long periods of time just to calm his frantic motions and wriggling. Lee always treated each moment they were together as though it were a race and he had to do as much as possible as quickly as possible. In some ways he's always been a slave to a 33 minute clock.
Lee has always been a mover; he's always felt as though he were climbing out of his own skin. Helo has always been slower, more thoughtful. Helo was the one who wanted to spend hours in bed just kissing. He was the one who would pin Lee against a wall, or a bed, or any semi-flat service and let Lee touch and molest and work himself into a frenzy until he'd peaked, and then Helo would join him with casual lazy movements and languid touches.
Helo's hands are a perfect representation of Helo, they can be strong and brutal, but more often than not they're soft and inquisitive. Lee has felt Helo's sure, solid hands on every inch of his body. Lee has licked Helo's palms and run his tongue along the swirls of Helo's fingerprints. He has felt Helo's hands on his body in everything from dirty pyramid games to Helo's exploration of Lee's toes, because, "Your toes are important. Your feet are important; they tell you a lot about how a person carries themselves. Your arch. Where you place your weight. My parents used to have their patients paint their feet and leave foot prints all over this huge roll of paper they kept in their offices, and then make them interpret the footprints."
Helo's parents were child psychologists, which says a lot about Helo himself. Lee never had a chance to meet Helo's parents, even though they discussed it ad nauseum. It was always the sort of thing that would eventually happen, and then Zak died, and Lee pushed Helo away, and Kara disowned him for the way he'd treated Helo, and that was pretty much it.
Except for the part about the end of the world, and Helo not dying, and Sharon being a Cylon, and Lee losing his mind, and that's somehow led him back to Helo. Or more specifically that's led to Helo pinning Lee to the side of a Raptor in a deserted hangar.
Lee could say all sorts of things, but he can't get away from how warm and secure Helo's hands are around his wrists. He can't get away from how he's twitching and flailing, and Helo's looking down at him with those huge eyes that always saw past the layers and the armour and the skin to all those things that people weren't supposed to figure out about Lee Adama.
"Lieutenant, did you have a point to make?" Lee's hoping for a tone somewhere between authoritative and annoyed, but Helo just cocks his head to the side as though he's amused. As though he can see all the images flashing through Lee's mind: Helo wandering around Lee's apartment in his boxers, Helo eating Lee's cereal, Helo naked and panting as Lee works himself open on Helo's fingers and yowls for more.
"It's Lieutenant now, huh?" Helo's voice is low, deep and drawn out. Helo -– Karl. Gods, Lee remembers when he was just Karl Agathon, a friend of Kara's. Lee remembers when Karl was just Karl, and then one day he was Helo, Kara's friend Helo, and then he was Lee's Helo, and now --
"I could have you thrown in the brig for this. You're assaulting a superior officer." Lee wriggles his fingers. Helo's hold is tight enough to restrain, but not restrict. It's enough for Lee's fingers to slap fruitlessly at Helo's wrists.
Helo's hold loosens further, but he takes a step forward, his body forcing Lee further against the Raptor by sheer mass. "I've never done anything to hurt you," Helo says matter-of-factly.
Lee can feel the blood thrumming in his veins and rushing in his ears. "Is that some sort of backhanded compliment?" he spits out. He can feel adrenaline rushing through his body and itching underneath his skin. Helo never hurt him, because Lee has always been capable of hurting himself.
Helo leans further down until Lee can make out the faint freckles across his nose. The lack of sunlight has made Helo pale and fair; he used to be Lee's golden god.
He used to be Lee's. Now he belongs to that thing.
Lee doesn't even realise Helo's released him until he's striking Helo's chest and face. Lee is kicking out, reaching out and striking blindly everywhere he can. Helo used to be his. He used to lo—
Helo doesn't even flinch at the first blow, or the second, but somewhere along the line, the blows lessen their impact, and Lee's not hitting but flailing, and then Helo's body is there. His thigh between Lee's thighs, his hands on Lee's shoulders, and when Helo kisses him, Lee bites back. He doesn't even realise he's slammed his own head against the side of the Raptor until Helo's hand insinuates itself between Lee's skull and the hard steel.
Helo's kisses are as patient and languid as ever, but there's something else there. When Lee assaults him, Helo gives back. He kisses Lee softly, but bites too. He pushes and pushes, and Lee pushes back just like he always has.
Lee has always tried to push everyone away.
Everything mixes together with Lee's flailing and the wet heat of kisses and stinging bites, but Lee's hands have a purpose now: to get underneath Helo's uniform, to touch Helo's skin, and remember things he'd sworn he'd forgotten. Lee wants to get under the tanks and inside his pants, and find the groove of Helo's hipbones and that soft skin that makes Helo keen. Lee wants what he gave up, and he grunts when Helo bends down and lifts him just that little bit. He wraps his foot around the back of Helo's calf and rubs his cock against the hardness of Helo's thigh.
He can feel Helo's hands gripping his backside, holding him up, and back, and against the Raptor, even as Lee yanks and pulls and tries to work out the frustration of wanting a life he gave up, because he thought love was just going to slow him down.
Helo's mouth is wet, his teeth are sharp on the side of Lee's neck, and Helo hisses when Lee's hand wraps around his cock.
The words reach Lee's ears long before he even realizes he's talking -– hate you –- left me -- belong to me -- kill her -- his words are in time with the way he strokes Helo's cock, and the fact that he's talking about killing the mother of Helo's child doesn't disturb him nearly as much as it should.
It's a Cylon. Helo was tricked. Yes, Lee broke Helo's heart, but that doesn't mean that Helo doesn't still belong to him.
He's sorry.
He's sorry.
Helo comes all over his fist, and he nips Lee hard enough that Lee knows it will leave a mark. Lee spent almost two years leaving marks on Helo, he knows what it takes. He pretends he doesn't hear his own whimpering, he just needs to rub against Helo another minute, but Helo's hands are there again, shifting, lowering, slipping inside Lee's uniform, and Lee comes with just a brush of Helo's fingers over the head of his cock.
It's too late for him to let his pride get in the way -- his pride has already ruined the best things in his life -- and Lee's still gasping for air when Helo's hands pull away. Lee doesn't even realise how much light and space Helo's been blocking until he steps away, and Lee can't even figure out what to say now. I miss you. Come back. I'm sorry.
They all sound trite and horrible. They're all too late. So, instead Lee says nothing, and without even straightening his clothes he brushes by Helo to go to his rack. He needs a shower. He needs a workout. He should go find Dualla. After all, he's been running from his emotions for years at this point, there's no reason to stop now.
-end-
Beta provided by the most fabulous
antheia, who came to my aid in my hour of 'where the fuck did all my betas go?' ♥ + Again thanks to slodwick for the lovely art and to artificalard for asking about the Helo/Lee. Again, this story – okay, this porn and angst – comes to you complete with soundtrack of Kubb's If I Can't Have You and Stealers Wheel 'Stuck in the Middle with You':
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Date: 2006-03-30 09:45 pm (UTC)That out of the way, can I just say "guh"? Because, you know, GUH. And also mmmmmm.
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Date: 2006-03-30 10:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-30 09:54 pm (UTC)I've already said it, but I'll say it again: I love this. They're so fucking hot. And doomed. And lovely.
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Date: 2006-04-03 11:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-04 01:13 am (UTC)But yes, you are very wise.
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Date: 2006-03-30 10:12 pm (UTC)DUDE. I had COMPETELY forgotten about this... oh, boys BOYS, they hurt so beautifully, and hell... they're just so beautiful! Wild, dysfunctional Lee and calm, determined Karl and the hands and the Raptor and THE GUH! *hart*
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Date: 2006-03-30 10:13 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-04-03 11:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-30 10:12 pm (UTC)Yeah, that's Lee alright! And all the anger and hurt and fighting, mixed up with the gentleness that's in Helo for those he cares about, are so what the two of them would be all about.
*happy sigh*
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Date: 2006-04-03 11:46 pm (UTC)Lee's just so angry and repressed. He's, like, stuck in puberty or something.
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Date: 2006-03-30 10:21 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-03-30 10:23 pm (UTC)More!no subject
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Date: 2006-03-31 12:25 am (UTC)I have had a shit day and cannot form coherent thoughts. But this is excellent, so painful and hot and good.
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Date: 2006-04-03 11:49 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-03-31 05:47 am (UTC)There may be sex, but damn, it's those two images that do me in.
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Date: 2006-04-03 11:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-31 06:13 am (UTC)Also, you WIN. WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN.
FOREVER.
I sound like a girl (not that there's anything wrong with that).
*draws hearts around you*
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Date: 2006-04-03 11:56 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-04-03 01:54 am (UTC)Helo wandering around Lee's apartment in his boxers, Helo eating Lee's cereal...
that make this a glimpse into their lives and not mere exposition and commentary...
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Date: 2006-04-03 11:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-05 07:52 pm (UTC)How can you just stop there. Its lovely, sad very sticky hot and heartsqueezy. Poor Lee and Helo they found love at military school, Lee fell into himself with the loss of brother Helo did the stoic not show his feelings thing (men!) Kara got mad and rightly so for a good friend in pain. The woman stands by friends even in the midst of her own desolation.
The fact that both Lee and Helo are involved with women - ok 1 real woman and 1 biocylon shows they are still looking for each other. Lee feelings were let out of the dark box when he vented to Helo when he was attacking Helo in their usual lovemaking routine - about Sharon rang very true Feelings that intense need to be released. Again beautifull in its hotness, pain and imagery. Will go to sleep with Helo and Lee doing the beast with 2 backs. happy sends flowers.
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Date: 2006-06-29 06:17 pm (UTC)