Council Business By Jen Lmr Date: March 2001 Fandom: Battlestar Galactica Rating: NC-17 Category: Slash (m/m) Summary: Starbuck and Apollo give a whole new meaning to conducting Council business. "Starbuck, you're nuts!" "Oh, come on, Apollo. After all the times the Council has screwed everybody else over it'll serve them right. Don't you think its fitting?" "Yeah, but the last thing we need to do is get caught. My father is still glaring daggers at both of us from when we got caught in that decontamination chamber." "That was different. It was the middle of the day. There's nobody about checking on things at this time of night." "Well, I still don't think this is such a good idea." Starbuck's only answer was a mischievous grin as he began stripping off his clothes. Apollo let out a resigned sigh and followed suit. Once they were both naked Starbuck hopped up onto the council table that sat in the middle of the deserted council chamber and beckoned his lover. "Come and get me," he purred seductively. He positioned himself so that he was on all fours and wiggled his butt invitingly. The Captain never could resist the sight of that delectable behind. With a low growl he joined his lover on the table, stopping only momentarily to grab the lube. He slowly circled his partner's delectable puckered opening with his tongue. Spurred on by his love's shudders of desire he allowed his tongue to penetrate the opening slightly. "OH, APOLLO!" Starbuck could feel his eyes bug out of his head. Apollo kept up the exquisite torture until his companion was a quivering incoherent mass of over-stimulated nerved endings. It wasn't until Starbuck was actually sobbing and begging, promising his lover the sun, the moon, and the stars if only he would just frack him that the Captain relented. Grabbing the tube of lube he quickly covered his penis and succumbing to his own intense need, he drove his aching member into that luscious opening. "OOOOHHHH! OOOHHHHHH, YES! I'M GOING TO FRACK YOU UNTIL YOU CAN'T WALK!" "YES! YES! YES! RIDE ME YOU SEXY BEAST!" The Lieutenant screamed at the top of his lungs. "WHO'S YOUR DADDY? WHO'S YOUR DADDY? COME ON, BABY, GIVE IT UP FOR DADDY!" Apollo shouted as he drove into his lover with increasing force and speed, slapping the blond's butt cheeks sharply as he did so. "YOU ARE, BABY! YOU ARE! OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Starbuck let out a final howl as he spurted his jizm all over the Council's table. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH YYYYEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" The dark-haired warrior let out a loud bellow as he emptied himself inside his love's tight, pulsating cavern. When they'd both caught their breath, blue eyes turned and sparkled into green ones. "I told you that you'd love this." Apollo grinned. "Okay, I admit it. I still don't think we should linger here though." They both got dressed and wiped up the evidence of their coupling from the table. On their way out the door the Captain put a hand on his Lieutenant's arm. "How about we do it in my father's office next? He'll be on the bridge for several more centars." Starbuck gave him a blinding smile. "Now you're talking!" The two men ran out of the room giggling like schoolboys. ***** Several days later Captain Apollo and Lieutenant Starbuck each received a separate summons to the Council Chamber. Apollo arrived first and was told to take a seat while they waited for another arrival. The dark-haired warrior shot his father a puzzled look but the Commander's expression was unreadable. The Captain grew even more puzzled when a few moments later Lieutenant Starbuck nervously entered the room and was told to take a seat. "Gentlemen," the Commander addressed the assembled Council, "now that we're all here, we can proceed." He called for the lights to be dimmed and with a press of a button the large view screen at the head of the room sprang to life. Apollo stared at the screen in abject horror. There, larger than life, were he and Starbuck, naked. The screen image Apollo was proceeding to tongue his wingmate's asshole with great gusto. "OH, APOLLO!" he heard the screen image Starbuck exclaim loudly. "Father! I can explain!" Apollo jumped out of his seat. "Sit down, Captain. The show isn't over yet," Adama said coldly. "Since you two are so found of carrying on in public places, I thought you might appreciate having a larger audience." Green eyes looked helplessly over at his wingmate. Starbuck was slowly sinking into his chair and even in the dim lighting, Apollo could tell the Lieutenants face was crimson. "WHO'S YOUR DADDY? WHO'S YOUR DADDY? COME ON, BABY, GIVE IT UP FOR DADDY!" was now heard coming from the monitor. Apollo could only close his eyes in utter humiliation and sink further into his own chair. When at last, mercifully the video came to an end, Commander Adama called for the lights to be turned back up. "Now," the Commander spoke, "this isn't the first such incident that the two of you have been involved in, has it?" Both men shook their heads mutely. "I can't hear you!" "No, Sir!" they chorused. "I've given the matter of your punishment a great deal of thought. I've decided that since you two have such exhibitionist tendencies that the punishment should fit the crime. Since you've shown such disregard for the Council I have gifted each of the Council members with a copy of this video." Apollo's head shot up and he opened his mouth to protest. Adama forestalled him by raising his hand. "In addition, I've given copies of this video to several of the entertainment centers about the fleet that specialize in showing these types of videos for profit. The proceeds will of course go directly into the Council treasury." "Y-you can't do this! Do you know how many people will see that video?!" the Captain spluttered. Starbuck sank impossibly lower into his seat. "Yes. Do you?" the Commander said maliciously. "You're dismissed." Apollo and Starbuck began to slink out of the chamber. "One more thing, Captain, Lieutenant," Adama stopped them. "Meet me in my office in one centar to discuss what we should do about what you two did later that night and where you did it." They both gulped nervously and practically ran from the room. ***** One centar later in the Commander's office. The two warriors stood nervously in front of the Commander. Neither of them dared to speak. Finally, Adama broke the silence. "So you thought it would be exciting to have sex in my office, did you?" "I seemed like a good idea at the time, Sir," Starbuck squeaked. "Did it?" The warriors hung their heads. "I think you should know that that little incident was also recorded on video and with be making the rounds with the other video." Apollo bit his lip and said nothing. "In addition, since you two like dirtying up people's offices so much I thought you might give cleaning them a try. That not only includes mine, Colonel Tigh's, but all of the Council members home offices as well." The Captain and Lieutenant shot each other pained looks. "Get started gentlemen." Commander Adama pointed to a pile of cleaning supplies in the corner. The men walked dejectedly over to the supplies and began gathering them up. "Oh, and one more thing," the older man gave them an positively evil grin. "Your uniforms." "Our uniforms," Apollo replied blankly. "Yes, your uniforms. You won't be needing them for this job. Hand them over." Starbuck and Apollo looked at each other in mute horror. "Now," the Commander stated in a voice that brooked no argument. They reluctantly stripped and handed Adama their uniforms. He promptly took them and headed for the door, stating, "I expect you to be finished here in two centars and be ready to start on Colonel Tigh's office." "I don't supposed we'll get our uniforms back before we go to his office?" Apollo asked timidly. "And deprive you two of the opportunity to spend some time in one of your superior's offices naked? I don't think so." He turned and left. Fifteen centons later as the naked warriors were diligently scrubbing the Commander's office, Starbuck turned to his companion, "I suppose this means tonight's plans for having sex on the triad court are out of the question?" Apollo gave him a glare that would have put any of the Commander's glares to shame. The End