Hot Fudge Sundae By Rita (mommacita1@juno.com) Dedicated to Betty - to cheer her up. Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, I just like to play with them. Starbuck lay relaxed on the bed. Well, as relaxed as one could be while naked and tied hand and foot to the corners of the bed. Apollo knelt between his legs, humming softly to himself. Suddenly Starbuck felt something warm and wet coat his cock. He struggled to raise his head and have a look. "Oh, no you don't!" Apollo said, laughing. He pushed his restrained lover's head back down. "I want to watch your eyes, beautiful, but I'll blindfold you if I have to." Starbuck sighed. "Okay, 'Pol," he murmured, arching his back to offer his twitching organ to its rightful owner. "Mine," said Apollo, continuing to stroke thick, warm wetness onto the thickening, stiffening rod. "Yours," agreed Starbuck, shivering with pleasure. Some of the wetness dripped heavily onto his sac and he moaned. Then his brow furrowed as he heard the distinctive noise of a pressurized can being shaken. "'Pol?" he queried. "Just a micron." Starbuck became totally rigid, only his heels, hands, and head on the bed as cold softness ringed the base of his penis. "And now the final touch," Apollo announced. Carefully he placed something cold and heavy on the very tip of Starbuck's thick, rigid pillar and sat back to admire his work. "Okay, you can look now," he said. "But move only your head, and don't jiggle the bed. Slowly Starbuck raised his head and looked down the length of his body. He stared at his groin in silence for a micron. "You ... you ... you've turned me into an ice cream sundae!" he sputtered when he got his voice back. "Well, not quite," Apollo replied smugly. "I couldn't figure out how to add the ice cream." "Thank the Lords for small favors," muttered Starbuck, then jerked and gasped as Apollo sucked the cherry off the top of his creation. "But then I thought of something," Apollo continued, bending over to reach into a cooler he'd hidden under the bed. "Put your head back down," he ordered in a muffled voice. Starbuck obeyed, only to feel Apollo's mouth descend on him microns later. Apollo's ice cold - no, make that ice cream cold - mouth. Starbuck's whimpers threatened to become screams as Apollo scraped his teeth lightly up Starbuck's penis, adding the hot fudge to the ice cream. Apollo paused to swallow and grin down at his captive, his mouth smeared with ice cream and chocolate. "Don't get too loud, you'll wake Boxey," he warned. Should I gag you?" Starbuck, now trembling uncontrollably in his bonds and still fighting down his screams could only nod in response. Apollo leaned over and tied a soft cloth around Starbuck's head, pushing it gently into his open mouth. Then he leaned over again and took another mouthful of ice cream, pausing to let Starbuck see it before ducking his head and again covering the fudge-covered tower. Starbuck lived up to his name trying to thrust into the cold wetness. Apollo finished his upward stroke and swallowed again, then firmly pushed Starbuck into the bed and secured him at thighs and hips with straps placed there for that purpose. Tears of frustration and need filled Starbuck's eyes and his muffled screams became audible as Apollo repeated his ministrations until the fudge was gone. He had just begun to delicately lick off the ring of whipped cream when the door chime sounded. He ignored it at first, but it repeated. "Frak!" he muttered looking at his chrono. "Who could that be at this hour? He rose and wiped his mouth off, straightening his tunic over the bulge in his pants. "I guess I'd better answer," he said as the chime sounded yet again. He pulled the door closed behind him, but didn't latch it. *** Athena stood in the hallway tapping her foot impatiently. "Took you long enough!" she muttered, pushing past her brother when he finally answered the door. "I wanted to show you what I'm giving Boxey for his natal day." A small wet nose under big round eyes in a furry face stretched out of her arms towards Apollo. He stepped back reflexively as a rough wet tongue licked the side of his mouth. Athena laughed. "Relax. It's just a baby felix. Apparently some were smuggled aboard during the evacuation and now they're breeding. Pretty, isn't he?" Apollo nodded, then pulled back again as the felix lunged for his face. It pulled out of Athena's arms and landed lightly on the floor between them, sniffed the air once, then raced out of reach and pushed through the bedroom door before either human could grab him. Athena reached a finger to her brother's mouth, then brought it to her own. "Whipped cream, huh? Did I interrupt a late cycle snack?" "Something like that," Apollo muttered, looking distractedly at the partially open door. "That explains it," Athena declared. "That felix *loves* cream - in any form." Apollo was on his way through the door before Athena finished, before the bed creaked with a sudden weight jumping on it, before the strangled screams began. End.