#gerain

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I think I’ve got Gerain’s new Manaan hideout decorated enough to show off at least a little of it. This is only 30% so it’s nowhere near full, but it’s starting to look like it should.

Office space

Bedroom. I tried so hard to find a place to put in a refresher cubicle, but the hooks didn’t want to cooperate.

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Shadows

The absence of light. A silhouette formed where light is blocked by an object.

I was trained to live within the shadows. I was supposed to be a shadow, to fade into darkness after carrying out my orders, to exist only awaiting my next assignment. My assignments were my life, brief forays into the light before being put back into storage.

I was never very good at stealth missions. I never learned to bow my head like the degenerate alien I was supposed to be. And it was hard to reconcile living in darkness when the light was far too tempting.

So I have drawn a shadow over all that I care for, pulling them into the darkness with me, causing them to be in shadow as well. Yet if I had my choice over again, it wouldn’t change. I wouldn’t change. After all, a shadow needs light to cast it, and I love his light.

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Second lot - Begeren Colony. All of these Chiss are related, and are all part of the Tareg clan, whether by marriage or by blood (except Sigerin, who is one of Gerain’s undercover roles).

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OC question! What's the relationship between "Sigerin" and "Gerain"? Are they two different people, or just two names for the same person?

“Sigerin” is Gerain’s undercover role and name while he’s on assignment to the Iskatel. He tends to create these roles with different quirks of character and backgrounds, but owing to Kyr having been informed he was an Agent before his assignment, he found that this role is actually more “himself” - the person he’s secretly been/wanted to be all his life - than he’s ever been.

TL;DR: Same person, different names.  8-)

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Intimate Indulgence

I wrote a thing! Halle-freakin’-lujah, I wrote a thing!

I miss my OTP, Gerain and Kyr, so I’ve been wanting to write something for them for a while. So here’s a bit of fluff that’s set in the early days of their romantic relationship. I wanted to feature how their friendship has evolved into something so much more, and how even the small moments mean a lot.

Warnings: Same sex relationship.

Sigerin was a big reader, which suited Gerain just fine. In fact, the role had given the Agent the opportunity to indulge one of his favourite pastimes, and at every opportunity could be found in some quiet corner of the Iskatel with his nose deeply in a datapad. Today’s distraction was the new edition of the Corellian Science Journal, and the Chiss man had taken the opportunity provided by a docking queue at Port Nowhere to settle down on a crate and pore through the articles.

It was a total flight of fancy, but within the scholarly words and holographic diagrams Gerain could lose himself for a while, theorems about things greater than politics and research regarding anything other than machinations filtered into his mind and were placed in well ordered rows for later contemplation. Science made so much more sense than the world he lived in at times, and he revelled in the fact that he could learn about more than just how and when to shoot.

This was how he was when Kyr found him, unmoving and unaware even that he’d been joined by company, with a small smile upon his usually impassive face as he drank in the knowledge he had never realised he thirsted for.

“I knew I’d find you here.” The affectionate rumble was the thing which got his attention, but even so Gerain was a little dazed as he looked up at the sky blue man, his eyes still alight with interest. “What are you reading?”

It was good to be able to indulge an interest, but even better to have someone to share it with, and Kyr was one of the best listeners he’d encountered. It was with this in mind that he could launch into an explanation of the article he’d been reading without preamble or introduction, trusting in the hunter’s intelligence to be able to catch up.

“It’s a fascinating study done into the affixation of hyperroutes as they age. There’s a theory that they tend to narrow as time goes on, and it’s thought that process eventually leads to a stable passage being created through space, but also if they catch one early enough they may be able to use it to travel in time as well, though where one might end up is currently debatable.”

“No way.” Freckled blue wrinkled as Kyr waved away the possibility, perching himself alongside Gerain on the crate as he made his disputation. “Travelling through time is impossible, isn’t it? I mean, that’s what hyperlanes do, let us travel beyond the speed of light without getting sucked into Stars know when. And if you can’t control where you end up, well, there’s no point in going to the future if yours is immediately snuffed out by that star you wound up materialising in!”

“I know, but it’s quite fascinating to ponder on the ramifications if the time barrier could be safely broached. If a hyperroute could be as stable through time as they are through space, then theoretically it is possible. We just need to find a way to calculate what we’d be jumping out into.” The attractant of Kyr was almost as compelling as the draw of the datapad in his lap, but Gerain nonetheless found his eyes moving back to the text, hopeless between his desire to learn and the encouragement from the other.

“Why don’t you read it to me, so I can get a better idea of what you’re saying?” Kyr was all attention as he settled back on the crate, voice warm and inviting despite the note of skepticism to the words, and Gerain silently thanked him for the permission to begin reading once more.

His soft, intent voice filled the room with scientific minutiae, and unseen his audience smiled. Ger had no idea of how his enthusiasm enriched his tone, making even the most dry and boring scientific jargon flow like poetry, and Kyr was more than happy to indulge. It certainly helped that he truly did have an interest in what Ger was saying - that had been the beginning of their friendship, after all - but the man’s voice touched places within him he had thought long abandoned, and he almost laughed at himself and his own small deception.

They were only newly together, moving from friendship to love in a way he had never expected nor anticipated, and the delight was still fresh when fear and suspicion allowed it to surface. There were still barriers between them, but there were moments like these where courage flashed and another would fall. Only a few days ago he would not have sat uninvited beside the oh-so-Chiss Sigerin, and the casual acceptance of it emboldened him.

He craved intimacy, and not the passion fuelled kind they had already shared so marvellously on prior nights. Well, not just that kind, he thought, a faint touch of colour warming his face as remembered sensation impinged on that certainty. But it was so difficult to judge what was appropriate - Chiss, Agent, Imperial; they combined in a quagmire that Kyr frankly was having trouble traversing.

It only takes a moment of bravery, however, to break new ground.

It was with a pang of fear that he turned away from the reader and lay back, his breath catching in his throat at the thought of rejection as he pillowed his head on Ger’s thigh.

There was a pause where the their focus changed, where words faltered for just a millisecond and stumbled in surprise, or perhaps shock. Kyr stiffened in preparation for rebuke…

...And heaved a sigh of relief as a hand moved from the pad to his hair, its fingers contemplatively running through the strands as Ger continued to read his article. Kyr relaxed, settling in comfortably as his hair was lovingly stroked.

Above, Gerain’s smile had softened. Yes, it was good to be able to indulge, and this cozy companionship was certainly indulgence. Kyr’s hair felt like silk through his gentle fingers, and there was a warmth surrounding them in a small bubble of familiarity.

For a while at least, he was fully Sigerin, and he was happy.

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I still love this boy. I wonder what he’s so wistfully thinking about?

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Survival Tip #23: When camping, sleep with your boots on.

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Enter the Chamber

Yes, I named this piece for the music I was listening to as I wrote it, ok?

So I’ve been feeling a little more like writing lately, and so of course my mind turned to incendiary fluff smut uh... whatever this is. And who better to inflict that upon than my OTP, Gerain and Kyr?

As per usual I chickened out before the actual smut, but hopefully this might entertain a little. And I’m deliberately posting this on a Saturday night as I know very few people are around to read it bwahahahaI’msoembarrassed.

Warnings: same sex relationship, M/M Sexual references

Ger was on a mission. Too many early mornings had been missed thanks to conflicting schedules, and too many nights had been spent alone. It was a small ship, and temptation far too close to hand to simply not do anything about it.

Of course, Kyr was still tentative when it came to physicality with Ger, overly worried about the Chiss sensibilities he had left behind long ago. It was a measure of his worth and care that he was so hesitant, uncertain of how his advances might be received unprepared for, even now after so much had passed between them. There was such a thing as erring too far on the side of caution, however, and Ger intended to highlight that line.

The cold metallic clank of boots on deckplate rang behind him as he stepped on to the bridge, replaced by the soft hiss of the doors as he locked them into place. This was hardly unusual and so the one in the commander’s chair didn’t even start, instead looking about with bright red eyes as he realised who had entered the room.

“Hey Ger, how’s it…?”

The cheery if slightly longing greeting was abruptly silenced as grey fingers caressed through grey hair, fingertips easing through the strands with softly silken intent. With the ease of a trained gymnast the grey Chiss flowed over the blue man’s lap, left hand still wound into unruly hair as their lips met.

For a breathless moment they were one, the grey man straddling the blue as Ger pressed the advantage and himself against the other. He reveled in the shock and heat, feeling surprise turn to passion as the other man slowly reacted.

“That well, huh?” Kyr’s voice was made husky by need, laughter trying to diffuse the sudden eruption into his otherwise boring - Ger had made sure it had been an uneventful shift before embarking upon this course - turn at the helm.

The only reply was the cupping of his face as Ger kissed him again, tongue seeking entrance as the need to be with him welled soundlessly inside him at the sheer level of want contained in the joke.

And Kyr reacted in kind, hands searching for purchase on muscular behind and back, caressing and seeking skin they rhythmically moved together.

There was no resistance, emotion overriding thought as bodies pressed and skin was found. The smooth invitation of tongues and lips moved to skin as it was bared to the chill of the recycled air, Ger arching into the touch as Kyr trailed kisses along his columnular throat and down to the scar at his side. No flame could burn so bright as the desire that moved them, drove Ger’s hands to grip Kyr’s hair, mussing it further as he kissed what he could reach; lips, square jaw,  that sensitive spot behind his ear deserved a soft nip…

A yelp of surprise turned into a moan, and Ger was ensnared in strong arms, unable to move as teeth exacted subtle revenge, scraping over Adam’s Apple as fingers oh so softly traced the nape of his neck. He chuckled but it was not mirth which moved him, eyes closing as he shifted to ease and enhance the pressure of hard against hard. If there was a perfect moment of red flame, this was it with his desire pressing into the other and breath - short and heavy now - mingled into one.

To feel him, to have free rein to touch, kiss, and lick was a freedom he had missed too long. The firebreak had been broken; even a moment away had been too long to hope to contain it now.

It was the blaring of the comm unit which roused them from the worship of each other's flesh, dragging them back to cold reality despite their attempts to remain. Kyr groaned, slamming back into the chair as he extricated his hands from the depths of what remained of Ger’s clothing, while Ger himself expelled one soft breath as he looked towards the ceiling.

“Stars…” Kyr moaned as Ger backed off slightly.

“I’m going to need a moment.” Again there came that breathy, sultry chuckle, but the grey Chiss wasn’t amused as he looked down at their entwined selves.

“Whoever it is can wait.” Kyr ground out, resting his forehead on Ger’s bared shoulder as he gave in to the interruption, still nuzzling against whatever skin he could reach.

“Hmm.” came the agreement, but the moment had passed, leaving them shivering in the ashes as the fires ebbed. In the embers they sighed and held one another as the comm unit continued to whine.