Untitled Gaius Baltar/Sam Anders/Galen Tyrol short

A Tory-Anders-Tyrol convorsation about Gaius...
They'd taken to meeting in the passage they'd discovered themselves in, informally. Often it would be just two or three of them at a time, rarely all four. Corporal Tigh had his security concerns, but Tory was reckless, and tonight she was full of questions. Her powerful eyes cast over the two younger cylons, asking offhandedly, "What is it about him?"

Sam caught on quickly and murmured, "Mm? How was it?" Guilt was on the surface for him, having been so passively complicit in throwing her to the wolf. He leaned in to touch her face, turning it in his hands to check her for signs of ill treatment. Galen, however, stayed back, arms crossed, removed.

"Well, you know Dr. Baltar." She attempted evasive. "I'm fine, don't worry."

"You've been crying," Anders accused.

"Was he that bad?" Tyrol parsed, sarcastic.

"Oh, no, it wasn't that at all. It was... almost a religious experience." Her dark lips curled up into a smirk. Not sparing the crude details, she ventured, "I know why he's so popular."

Sam smirked and looked off, an expression she caught at once, taking his face in her hand. "You?"

"Yeah, I beat Kara to it." He scoffed softly. "Back in Caprica City. His girl, one of the Sixes, had a thing for pyramid players. She brought me home to him... I thought we'd be sharing her, but he practically begged for me. Can't say I've, uh, had the pleasure since."

Tory stared at him, the scene playing out for her. Sam glanced back at Tyrol, who shrugged. "He's suave with women, but let a man get him alone..."

"...When?"

"He came to 'thank' me for what happened in the labor crisis. Turned on that hick accent he has..." Tyrol seemed to be reliving a moment, as well.

"Mm, I had no idea..." purred Tory. A series of significant glances were shared.

-

Hands pulled him to waking, forcing him up. All at once, he found himself seated, arms forced behind himself and held, a hand clamped hard over his nose and mouth. It was a terrifying moment, and he couldn't help attempting to cry out, eyes opening wildly but unable to perceive at first, seeing only the strange glow of the lights in the shrine. He prayed that this wasn't a raid, an attempt on his life, and even as he made out the form of the man kneeling in front of him, sliding his fingers into his boxers, revealing his body's reaction to fear.

"Oh, Gaius," the man before him chuckled. He recognized him after a moment, it was the pyramid player. He certainly knew this one... it was the one Caprica had brought home, the one that Kara married. It was a small world.

He parted his lips, almost to speak but the hand on his mouth took advantage of his open mouth, forcing in a finger, almost making him gag. That hand pulled his head to the side, exposing his neck, but instead of taking advantage of it, the man holding him down mumbled against his skin, "He likes it rough, doesn't he?"

That voice was familiar too, and he could see out of the corner of his eye the grizzled deck chief. "Clearly," teased Anders, running his fingers up his erection, making Gaius arch up against his will. He tried to struggle, to get away from the hands holding him, but it clearly wasn't enough, and Tyrol bit his neck, making him moan.

"You wanna go first, or should I?" Anders jerked his pants off of him, exposing all of his legs, teasing his fingers against his entrance. "Should ask him first. Nn, you want this?" The Chief pulled his fingers out of his mouth just long enough for Gaius to catch his breath, to whimper. A hand tightened on his cock, making him gasp, and he found himself begging, "Yes..." before he even knew the answer.

"Course he does." Hands were shuffled around as the pilot stood, undoing his pants, as he felt the chief's slicked cock teasing against him. He felt his hands freed, but he hardly had time to use them before they'd changed into Anders's hands, the pilot holding them up against his own shoulders, forcing his length against his lips. "Come on, you know you want to..." was an almost playful taunt.

When he was good and let Anders into his mouth, Tyrol pulled his hips down, hard, forcing Gaius down onto himself. It was just what Gaius loved, to be overwhelmed, one set of strong hands pulling his hair to move his head, another jerking his hips up and down, both men using him more like a convenient tool than any kind of lover, even as Tyrol forced him up to his knees to hold him still as he frakked him properly.

Gaius whimpered around Anders's cock, a needy sound that earned him the Chief's hand tending to his own needs, though that was rough too, like it was wringing the noises out of him. He couldn't help his desires, and succumbed, letting the intoxicating combination of pleasure and pain losing him until he came, suddenly. This seemed an invitation for his captors, who increased their motions, slamming against him. As his own need waned, the discomfort increased too, and he numbed himself to it, just waiting for things to end. Eventually he was rewarded, he felt his body emptied, hands removed from his skin, leaving him sticky in the aftermath. Anders took particular care to smear his face with some of his release, though his almost playful smirk cut into what could have been a perfectly degrading experience.

Gaius’s ears caught another set of moans beyond those of his lovers, and he turned his head to the source, behind the Chief, to watch the president’s aide, who was sprawled out amongst the bedclothes in the shrine, bring herself to orgasm. Her eyes mischievously met his, just for a moment until Tyrol caught his mouth roughly with his own, commanding his attention.

“Did that answer your question?” he heard the viper pilot ask.

“Oh, yes…” Tory breathed, still recovering. “I had no idea he’d actually enjoy that.”

Tyrol smirked against his mouth, “We’re just getting started.”

“Oh, God…” was all Gaius could say. It was, however, said as thanks.