Perfume

The moment the door slams shut, Avon has Vila flush up against it. They don't have much time; Vila is aware of that. Not that Avon usually takes his time with this sort of thing, but this time in particular everyone saw them leave the flight deck together, and the others expect both of them back fairly soon.

Shouldn't take too long. Avon's already half out of his trousers with Vila's help and his cock's already hard.

"No need to talk then, is there?" Vila says, using a particular tone of voice that he knows annoys Avon. And, as expected, Avon covers Vila's mouth with his own to shut him up. Works every time.

Except this time in particular, Avon's mouth tastes a bit different. And by the smell of things, that sick friend he claims to have visited on Teal was well enough to wear her perfume.

It's a familiar perfume at that, but Vila decides not to think on it too much. Of course it's not about him, the ever calculating Avon being this eager. All the many times they've had sex since they've been on the Liberator, it's not been about him; why should this time be any different? Vila hasn't had sex with much of anyone when it's been completely about him. Kerril, most recently. A few others before.

Better this way, anyhow. The times with men when it's been about him, when it's been just about Vila, it's usually about hurting him. Avon wouldn't do that. At least, he thinks Avon wouldn't do that.

Avon pulls away from the kiss, the kiss that tastes like someone else, and is still for a moment. There is some sort of conflict in his eyes. Probably about whether he should turn Vila about or push him down on his knees. Vila takes it upon himself to make the decision. There really isn't time for anything but a quick, clean blowjob. so he lowers himself down Avon's body.

And here. Here is the moment that Vila likes best. Just before they get to business. He looks up at Avon, and Avon's looking down at him. Avon's eyes are dark, his breaths are short and shallow, and his jaw is clenched so tightly it looks as if he might break all of his teeth.

It's the most vulnerable Vila ever sees him. The only time when the power shifts completely. The only time when Vila is absolutely sure that Avon needs him. Even if Avon would never say it. Even if it only lasts for a few seconds.

Even if it's all because some woman (whose perfume Vila certainly does not recognize) got him turned on and didn't finish the job.

Oh well. Can't have everything.

Vila grins up at Avon as he wraps his fingers around the base of Avon's cock, then he chuckles quietly, letting his breath tickle Avon's skin before he slides the head past his lips and against his tongue.

There are a thousand little different things that make the bad parts worth it. It's just he never remembers them until he hears Avon gasp, until he feels Avon's curl his finger's into his hair, until he smells Avon's sweat. It seems easy in the middle of it. It seems tangible and real, like it won't just disappear as soon as they're around other people again. The way Avon looks down at him as Vila looks back up -- it's almost as if Avon's just as overwhelmed by the whole thing as Vila is. As if he could be overwhelmed too.

Vila never believes it, not quite. But it makes it's worth it anyway. That dizzy, breathless feeling -- more exciting than it gets with anybody else even though he's fully clothed. Yeah, he could find a nice girl who would make him happy and who would never say or do anything to make him feel as horrible as Avon makes him feel sometimes. But she wouldn't make him feel like this either.

If only he could be content with being content. He'd probably have a better life expectancy. He probably wouldn't be so scared all the time. He probably wouldn't be all that happy either, but why should that matter as much as the rest?

Yet here he is. Sucking on Avon's cock. Still smelling that perfume that smells like danger and evil and even betrayal. Yet here he is, stroking Avon's cock quick and loose the way he likes, sliding the tip of his tongue along the underside the way he likes. Vila knows Avon's body as if it were his own by now, and when Avon comes, he comes hard enough that he can't restrain a shout as his body goes rigid. A little victory for Vila even as Avon's semen shoots into his mouth. Sour and strange -- like Avon himself, Vila thinks, and it almost makes him laugh. Too bad it's not a joke he can share with anyone else.

He lets go of Avon and falls back against the door behind him. He needs a drink. To get rid of the taste and... well. Maybe other things. He counts off the seconds in his head as he listens to Avon pant over him. Seven, eight, nine. And Avon straightens up, his breath normalizing as he leans down to pull up his trousers.

Must've done pretty well this time, Vila thinks, as it usually takes him closer to five seconds to shake it off.

He watches Avon smooth his hair, his shirt. Watches him irritably adjust his trousers, annoyed at his own cock for not going soft again as quickly as he'd like. He watches until Avon's eyes finally fall on him again. Just to make sure Avon remembers he was there before they go back to their regular life.

"You're against the door," Avon says. The first thing he's said since the sharp 'Vila' on the flight deck before he stormed off, expecting Vila to follow.

Which, of course, Vila had.

"So I've noticed." Vila sits up a little straighter. "You're the one who put me here, if you'll remember."

Avon arches an eyebrow. "I did not, however, mean for you to stay there indefinitely."

"Of course not. Always definite, you are," Vila says with false cheer. He reaches a hand up, but Avon only looks at it distastefully. "Come on, help me up!"

With a sigh, Avon takes his hand and keeps his arm steady as Vila pulls himself to his feet. He straightens his trousers -- well, as much as he's able, considering. He'll have to take a trip to the washroom to take care of a few things before he rejoins the living. Just as well. That way, he and Avon won't be returning at the same time.

Even if Vila can't quite figure out why they're such a secret. May as well keep it anyway.

He sees Avon's eyes flash with impatience, but he just smiles in response. One moment longer, then he side-steps out of the way. "After you."

Avon quickly opens he door, almost before Vila is entirely out of the way, and begins to head out. But he pauses, just in the doorway. He looks like he's thinking of saying something. Like he wants to explain or at least... He doesn't, of course, and in an instant, it's over. He is gone, and the door clicks shut behind him.

The room still smells like him, though. And like the perfume. Servalan's perfume.

Vila leans against the wall, and looks down at his hands. "Looks like it's just you and me," he whispers to himself. He breathes a laugh as if it were a joke. As if all of it were a joke.

If only it were a bit funnier, he might be able to get through it intact.