Unicorn Sofa (B7 slash fic)
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feng_shui_houseThis is another old one from the adult B7 mailing list. Guess who's secretly a virgin?
"No." Blake shook his head. "It's in bad taste, it's politically incorrect, and it's too large."
Vila shrugged and dropped his end of the Unicorn Sofa. Gan yelled, 'Vila!' and just barely managed to direct the landing of the huge, overstuffed piece of furniture away from Blake. Unfortunately, it landed on Gan's foot. He hobbled away to the med unit with a contrite Vila, leaving Blake staring at the offending object, which had come to rest on its ornately carved legs (purportedly made from genuine unicorn horn) sideways, blocking access to the Rest Room and locking him inside, along with one other person.
Avon didn't bother to look up from his perusal of the Galactinet Financial Times. "No. I'm not helping you shift it. I've too high a respect for my internal organs."
Blake sighed and sat down on the couch, sprawling after a moment, arms flung over the back of the white fur covered sofa. "It is hideous. But comfortable." He looked thoughtful. "Do you think..."
"Yes, I *do* think, and *no*, I don't believe the legend that the salesman told Vila." Avon looked amused. "Besides, where would we find a virgin to test it?"
Blake chose a finger, and gnawed on it, not looking at Avon. After a moment's silence, Avon looked up at Blake, and was astonished to see a flush rising across Blake's face. "Blake?" Avon got up, grinning and sat on the couch beside Blake, in order to make him more uncomfortable. "So..."
"Avon." Blake's tone was infinitely soft and menacing.
"Oh, don't worry. I won't use it against you." Avon stretched out his legs, grinning.
"I wish you would."
"I mean, while Jenna might like to kno...what did you mean by that?" Avon sat up and turned to face Blake.
"It's not easy being gay in the Domes, Avon. Particularly not when you've been trying to lead a rebellion since puberty." Blake looked at Avon. "Why do you wear all that leather?" Blake grinned. "Do you have a 'thing' for studs?"
Avon shut his mouth with a click. "Leather is warm. The studs were already on them." Avon got up hastily. "Maybe I will help you push this clear of the passageway."
Blake sprawled even further. "No hurry." He sucked on a finger, thoughtfully. "Have you ever been with a man?"
It was Avon's turn to blush. "No! Look, if you won't move it, I'll just climb over it."
"And get dirty boot-marks all over it? No, I think you should strip before you touch it again."
"Blaake..." Avon found himself backing away, looking for the knife Cally had used to peel an apple.
Blake sighed again. "Oh, come on, Avon, haven't you ever even thought about it? About us, I mean?"
"No... not seriously." Avon stopped backing up when he hit a wall.
"I have." Blake rubbed his crotch. "I've thought about your mouth... and your arse... and your cock." Pleasantly, he said, "You could try it, just once." Blake unzipped his trousers, and began playing with himself.
"Ah. Blake. I think you should get off that sofa, right now!" Avon darted forward and pulled at Blake's arm.
Blake pulled, and Avon landed on top of him. Blake dug his fingers in between Avon's legs, exploring. "Come on, Avon. Don't be shy."
Avon struggled wildly "Are you *insane*!"
"No." Blake blew in Avon's ear and then licked inside it. "Just randy as hell. Come on, Avon, let's fuck. You can be on top, for once."
Avon was still fighting, but finding it more and more difficult, as Blake kissed and fondled him.
"You're not afraid, are you?"
"Psychology won't work on me!" Avon groaned as Blake undid Avon's trousers and went on a direct attack. "Oh, fuck!"
"Exactly!" Blake tossed Avon down on the sofa and began sucking his cock. "Mmmmm..."
"Ah!"
"I'll take that as a 'yes'!" Blake stripped the two of them, over Avon's increasingly weak protests, culminating with actual assistance when Avon's boots turned out to be a problem. Blake snatched up the massage oil Jenna had been using on Cally and returned to Avon. "Don't worry, I've read the fucking manual."
Avon couldn't help laughing. He stopped a few moments later, when Blake grabbed his cock and began oiling him. "Oh... fuck..."
"Yes!" Blake shoved a couple oily fingers up his own arse, then turned around, kneeling on the sofa.
"Are you sure..." Avon hesitated, although his cock was shouting 'yes!' as well.
"Damn it, Avon, get to your position!"
Before Avon realized it, he was plastered across Blake's back, cock shoved up Blake's tight arse, and humping for all he was worth. "Oh, fuck, fuck..."
"That's it!" Blake moaned and arched his back. "Oh, Avon, what a wonderful pain in the arse you are!"
Avon groaned and pumped harder, belatedly thinking, as he was shouting obscenities read on the wall the one time he was caught short in the Delta sector, that he really ought to have been wanking Blake. He lay gasping, draped over Blake for a few moments, until Blake shook him off and looked at him, accusingly.
"Sorry..." Avon flapped a hand at his limp cock. "G'me a minnit..."
"Avon."
Avon didn't like the look in Blake's eyes. "What?"
"I want your arse."
"Oh, hell..." Avon looked at Blake's huge cock and gulped, but Blake was already shoving greasy fingers up Avon's backside.
"You'll love it..." Blake gasped and lined himself up.
Avon yelped, and bit down on his tongue as Blake pushed in. "FUCK!"
"Yes!" Blake roared, and proceeded to do so. Thoroughly.
*******
"So the legend is true..." Avon murmured, several hours later, lying totally limp in Blake's arms.
"Nah." Vila wandered into the Rest room, bouncing easily over the sofa. "Orac analyzed it, and he says it's not made from Unicorns." He turned and blinked, seeing Avon and Blake cuddling together, totally nude.
Blake laughed and ran a hand through his hair. "What is it, then?"
Vila blinked again. "Bull."
Avon closed his eyes. "I should have guessed."
--
Willa Shakespeare---The Bawd of Avon
"No." Blake shook his head. "It's in bad taste, it's politically incorrect, and it's too large."
Vila shrugged and dropped his end of the Unicorn Sofa. Gan yelled, 'Vila!' and just barely managed to direct the landing of the huge, overstuffed piece of furniture away from Blake. Unfortunately, it landed on Gan's foot. He hobbled away to the med unit with a contrite Vila, leaving Blake staring at the offending object, which had come to rest on its ornately carved legs (purportedly made from genuine unicorn horn) sideways, blocking access to the Rest Room and locking him inside, along with one other person.
Avon didn't bother to look up from his perusal of the Galactinet Financial Times. "No. I'm not helping you shift it. I've too high a respect for my internal organs."
Blake sighed and sat down on the couch, sprawling after a moment, arms flung over the back of the white fur covered sofa. "It is hideous. But comfortable." He looked thoughtful. "Do you think..."
"Yes, I *do* think, and *no*, I don't believe the legend that the salesman told Vila." Avon looked amused. "Besides, where would we find a virgin to test it?"
Blake chose a finger, and gnawed on it, not looking at Avon. After a moment's silence, Avon looked up at Blake, and was astonished to see a flush rising across Blake's face. "Blake?" Avon got up, grinning and sat on the couch beside Blake, in order to make him more uncomfortable. "So..."
"Avon." Blake's tone was infinitely soft and menacing.
"Oh, don't worry. I won't use it against you." Avon stretched out his legs, grinning.
"I wish you would."
"I mean, while Jenna might like to kno...what did you mean by that?" Avon sat up and turned to face Blake.
"It's not easy being gay in the Domes, Avon. Particularly not when you've been trying to lead a rebellion since puberty." Blake looked at Avon. "Why do you wear all that leather?" Blake grinned. "Do you have a 'thing' for studs?"
Avon shut his mouth with a click. "Leather is warm. The studs were already on them." Avon got up hastily. "Maybe I will help you push this clear of the passageway."
Blake sprawled even further. "No hurry." He sucked on a finger, thoughtfully. "Have you ever been with a man?"
It was Avon's turn to blush. "No! Look, if you won't move it, I'll just climb over it."
"And get dirty boot-marks all over it? No, I think you should strip before you touch it again."
"Blaake..." Avon found himself backing away, looking for the knife Cally had used to peel an apple.
Blake sighed again. "Oh, come on, Avon, haven't you ever even thought about it? About us, I mean?"
"No... not seriously." Avon stopped backing up when he hit a wall.
"I have." Blake rubbed his crotch. "I've thought about your mouth... and your arse... and your cock." Pleasantly, he said, "You could try it, just once." Blake unzipped his trousers, and began playing with himself.
"Ah. Blake. I think you should get off that sofa, right now!" Avon darted forward and pulled at Blake's arm.
Blake pulled, and Avon landed on top of him. Blake dug his fingers in between Avon's legs, exploring. "Come on, Avon. Don't be shy."
Avon struggled wildly "Are you *insane*!"
"No." Blake blew in Avon's ear and then licked inside it. "Just randy as hell. Come on, Avon, let's fuck. You can be on top, for once."
Avon was still fighting, but finding it more and more difficult, as Blake kissed and fondled him.
"You're not afraid, are you?"
"Psychology won't work on me!" Avon groaned as Blake undid Avon's trousers and went on a direct attack. "Oh, fuck!"
"Exactly!" Blake tossed Avon down on the sofa and began sucking his cock. "Mmmmm..."
"Ah!"
"I'll take that as a 'yes'!" Blake stripped the two of them, over Avon's increasingly weak protests, culminating with actual assistance when Avon's boots turned out to be a problem. Blake snatched up the massage oil Jenna had been using on Cally and returned to Avon. "Don't worry, I've read the fucking manual."
Avon couldn't help laughing. He stopped a few moments later, when Blake grabbed his cock and began oiling him. "Oh... fuck..."
"Yes!" Blake shoved a couple oily fingers up his own arse, then turned around, kneeling on the sofa.
"Are you sure..." Avon hesitated, although his cock was shouting 'yes!' as well.
"Damn it, Avon, get to your position!"
Before Avon realized it, he was plastered across Blake's back, cock shoved up Blake's tight arse, and humping for all he was worth. "Oh, fuck, fuck..."
"That's it!" Blake moaned and arched his back. "Oh, Avon, what a wonderful pain in the arse you are!"
Avon groaned and pumped harder, belatedly thinking, as he was shouting obscenities read on the wall the one time he was caught short in the Delta sector, that he really ought to have been wanking Blake. He lay gasping, draped over Blake for a few moments, until Blake shook him off and looked at him, accusingly.
"Sorry..." Avon flapped a hand at his limp cock. "G'me a minnit..."
"Avon."
Avon didn't like the look in Blake's eyes. "What?"
"I want your arse."
"Oh, hell..." Avon looked at Blake's huge cock and gulped, but Blake was already shoving greasy fingers up Avon's backside.
"You'll love it..." Blake gasped and lined himself up.
Avon yelped, and bit down on his tongue as Blake pushed in. "FUCK!"
"Yes!" Blake roared, and proceeded to do so. Thoroughly.
*******
"So the legend is true..." Avon murmured, several hours later, lying totally limp in Blake's arms.
"Nah." Vila wandered into the Rest room, bouncing easily over the sofa. "Orac analyzed it, and he says it's not made from Unicorns." He turned and blinked, seeing Avon and Blake cuddling together, totally nude.
Blake laughed and ran a hand through his hair. "What is it, then?"
Vila blinked again. "Bull."
Avon closed his eyes. "I should have guessed."
--
Willa Shakespeare---The Bawd of Avon
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It's the one that would fit the 'pretending to be married' cliché. Blake and Avon are traveling on a ship that only allows married couples of their people, and they prove this by wearing bonding bracelets. I *think* they needed to make contact with someone on that ship before it made port & that's why they went undercover. They get caught out & angst ensues.
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