Sleepily, Marcus opened his eyes. Looking at the window he realized it had grown dark outside and that he must have been asleep for hours. Neroon’s fingers still clasped his and he shifted his gaze to study the warrior who had fallen asleep in the chair. Trying to make as little noise as possible he reached for the glass of water next to his bed with his other hand. But his fingers seemed unable to get hold of the glass and it fell onto the floor with a loud thud.

“What?” Neroon jumped up from the chair, ready to fight off a possible intruder. Once his eyes discovered the source of the noise he sat down again. Delighted to find Marcus fully awake he smiled brightly. “You should have woken me to hand you that.”
 

“I didn’t want to wake you,” Marcus admitted and couldn’t stop staring into Neroon’s eyes.

“That was foolish of you,” Neroon chided him in a soft tone, much too relieved to be angry with Marcus. After caressing his fingers once more Neroon released them to get another glass of water. “Let me,” he said resolved and sat down on the side of the bed. After slipping one hand underneath Marcus’ neck he supported the younger man while Marcus emptied the glass.

“Neroon?” Marcus barely succeeded in raising his hand to stop the warrior from retreating back to his chair. “I want you close…”

That remark provoked a chuckle on Neroon’s part. “How close?”

Marcus took a moment to think about the answer. “Forget about your promise not to touch me,” he said eventually.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Marcus tried sitting up, but his stomach still ached and he had to give in.

“Lie down and rest.” Neroon watched him struggle and contemplated the human’s request. He had broken that promise too many times already… it had become worthless.

Marcus resigned himself to lying down and watched Neroon’s facial expression which was one of wonder. “I don’t know how you made me lower my walls," he finally admitted, registering Neroon’s now pleased look. “But you did.”

“Marcus.” Neroon pulled the human’s hand close to his heart. “You honor me with that trust.”

“Will you hold me for a moment? I want to know for certain that you’re real…”

Moved by Marcus’ openness Neroon proceeded to pull him upright and then wrapped his arms around him. Marcus trembled and the warrior wondered why. “Are you cold?”

“No,” Marcus replied in a hoarse tone. “Merely stunned.”

“Stunned?” Neroon couldn’t resist temptation any longer and tangled his fingers in the dark hair.

“Because you managed to get through all my defenses.” Marcus rested his head on Neroon’s shoulder and hesitantly folded an arm around the warrior’s waist. “My walls were so high! Now, I see that I kept everyone at a distance on purpose.”

Listening closely to Marcus' words Neroon realized the truth in them. “Your solitude is a way of punishing yourself… Now that you have started to let go of the pain and guilt you no longer need it.”

“Maybe,” Marcus mumbled, amazed that Neroon read him so well. Neroon’s fingers had moved to the back of his neck and he briefly pulled back to look into the warrior’s eyes. The love revealed there took him aback.

Noticing the odd expression in Marcus’ eyes Neroon asked, "What are you thinking about?”

“About this…” Marcus choked out and leaned in closer. His heart was beating madly and he cursed himself for being this shy and inexperienced. As his lips touched Neroon’s, he whimpered softly, amazed at the gentle response. For some reason he’d expected Neroon to react more aggressively.

Neroon withstood Marcus’ gaze and managed to control his passion as he realized how important it was that Marcus remained in control. Pure and untouched as you are you chose me… I will not disappoint you, or betray your trust. Innocence colors your eyes… and your lips are sweet and soft.

Melting into the embrace Marcus closed his eyes and surrendered to the sensation. I never imagined falling in love with a Minbari warrior and certainly not with Neroon! But I have to face the facts… I’m falling in love with him. Neroon’s hands tousled his hair and he had to breathe along with the warrior who refused to release him. It’s a good thing I’m lying down… my knees would have given out on me at this point! Though Neroon returned the kiss in a gentle yet passionate fashion there was vigor and demand in it as well.

Neroon loved the way Marcus reacted to his reply to the kiss. Soft moans escaped the human’s lips and Marcus’ breathing had quickened. His fingers twirled some of the dark locks and as Marcus’ eyes opened again, the pupils had dilated. Finally he released those inviting lips. “That was most satisfactory,” he said teasingly.

“Yes,” Marcus muttered stunned and smiled contently. His hand now cupped the warrior’s face and he shivered, remembering Neroon’s lips on his. “You already know I will accept you as my lover, don’t you, Neroon?”

“Yes, I always knew you would.” Neroon cocked his head and teasingly kissed the human’s fingertips.

“You arrogant… " Marcus sucked in his breath as Neroon licked his index finger. “What are you doing?”

Neroon answered with a grin. “It will be a delight to initiate you into the various ways of expressing our mutual affection.”

Marcus gulped, finally understanding what Neroon was talking about. I’m glad I told him that I’m inexperienced… Hopefully he will keep that in mind!

It didn’t take much effort on Neroon’s part to guess Marcus’ thoughts and he grinned, realizing he would be the first one to make Marcus experience true ecstasy. “Rest now,” he suddenly said and pulled the blanket back in place. “I must leave you for a moment… I may have a lead on our assassin.”

Hiding his disappointment Marcus pushed himself deeper into the comfort of the bed. “Return shortly?” he whispered and heard the need in his own voice.

“Missing my company already?” Neroon teased, but feeling the same way. He didn’t want to leave Marcus here where the assassin might attempt to murder him again. “You need sleep…” Neroon looked into those green eyes, filled with longing. “I am glad you did not make me wait till after the Nafak’Cha to share your decision with me.”

“I can’t deny the truth any longer, Neroon. Somehow you… I… " Speechless, Marcus tried to think of the right words. “I’m falling in love with you.”

“I am honored… "

Now that he had unburdened his heart Marcus felt pleasantly drained and allowed his eyes to close. “Be careful when going after the assassin?”

“I will,” Neroon promised. Marcus’ fingers lost their grip as the human drifted off into sleep and Neroon let go. “I will find the one who is responsible for this. Matham?”

The warrior entered at once and his face revealed none of his feelings, though Neroon was sure he had witnessed most of their kiss from the hallway as he had been guarding the door. “I want you to watch the Anla’Shok. Except for the healers no one is allowed to enter.”

“Yes, Alit, I understand.” Matham’s voice was firm and he appeared ready for combat as he stepped into the hallway again to take up position.

Content that Marcus was well guarded Neroon looked once more at the human. There was so much to do and so little time. I have to locate this assassin, perform the farewell ceremony so Marcus can finally let go of that last remnant of guilt and… we also have to speak our vows to make this liaison official…Trying to get organized Neroon decided to question Talin first. All preparations had already been made for the farewell ritual and the content of their vow was something he had to think about…

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Neroon left Marcus in Matham’s care and marched over to Talin’s quarters, determined to question the trainee. As he arrived there Drallier was guarding Talin’s quarters and he realized it had been a wise choice to bring along his personal guards just in case something like this happened.

Drallier bowed respectfully and avoided making eye contact. “We secured him at your command.”

“I want to talk to him, now.” Neroon nodded, indicating Drallier could open the door. Mentally rehearsing his plan he ordered Drallier to head to the kitchen and get one cup of Earl Grey tea. He was going to find out if Talin knew about the poison or not.

Drallier hesitated. “Alit, are you certain you want me to leave my post?”

“Affirmative.” Neroon stepped inside, “Now hurry!”

Drallier obeyed at once and satisfied, Neroon entered the trainee’s quarters. Talin stood near the window, looking utterly depressed. Neroon was inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt, but couldn’t dismiss the fact that Talin might be an accomplice, although maybe an unwilling one!

“Alit,” Talin started confused, wondering what he had done to deserve the warrior’s wrath. Neroon was well respected and his reputation preceded him… Talin shivered by the thought of having him as an enemy.

“You may have heard that the human Anla’Shok has been poisoned,” Neroon said and watched him closely. Talin was nervous, but there could be a number of reasons for this particular response.

‘Yes, I heard…I hope he will survive…” Why was Neroon bringing this up now? Oh, no, can it be that he suspects me of being involved in the attempt to murder Marcus Cole?

Neroon briefly considered what to tell him. “Marcus is still unconscious and the medics are not sure they can save his life.” His eyes never left Talin’s face, reading all emotions in the trainee’s eyes. Shock and fear…

“Alit, I…" Talin grew silent, not sure what to say. Staring at the floor he wondered what was going to happen next. A knock on the door made him flinch and he watched Neroon walk over to the door and grab hold of something.

“Drink,” Neroon commanded and offered Talin a cup of tea.

Talin’s expression froze and shudders racked his body.

“I discovered that the assassin used Jambar, a deadly poison, and I suspect it was put into Marcus’ tea… This is a remnant of the tea you served him this morning.” Neroon noted the naked fear in Talin’s eyes and felt saddened as he realized Talin was involved somehow. “Drink!”

“No,” Talin whispered scared.

His face had turned ghostly pale and Neroon suddenly realized that the young Minbari wasn’t looking at the tea at all. “You are dismissed, Drallier,” Neroon said and waited for the door to close.

Talin’s voice trembled as he tried to address Neroon. “Do not make me drink it, I beg you!”

“I want the truth, Talin,” Neroon said firmly and placed the cup at Talin’s lips who appeared paralyzed and didn’t resist. “Did you put the Jambar into his tea?”
            “

Yes.” Talin felt ashamed of his actions. He had never expected Neroon to discover the truth.

Neroon put the cup down onto the table and stepped in front of the young trainee who avoided his stare. Guilt was written all over his face and Neroon marveled at the young Minbari. Talin was no murderer. Something eluded him. Circling the other Minbari, Neroon smelled the stench of fear on Talin. “You almost killed an Anla’Shok!” It surprised him that Talin had admitted his part so quickly. Determined to find out what the man’s motives were he continued, “Why do you want to kill him?”

“I do not want to kill him!” Talin exclaimed horrified. His eyes dashed wildly and he looked up pleadingly at the older Minbari. “I wanted to save him, warn him, but…”

“Who is your accomplice?” Neroon remained standing behind Talin, seeing the slumped forward shoulders. “Someone forced you to hand Marcus that tea.”

“I cannot tell you,” Talin whispered upset. “He… threatened to hurt my sister.”

“I understand.” Neroon turned the Minbari around. “Look at me!” he demanded in a rough tone.

Cautious, Talin obeyed and trembled seeing the anger in those dark eyes.

“Who is behind this?”

“I cannot tell you!” Talin yelled in agony. “He will kill…”

 

“Talin, someone will die anyway… at least try and restore your honor by telling me!” Frustrated, Neroon clenched his right hand into a fist.

Talin shook his head “I've already lost my honor.”

“Foolish youngster.” Neroon wondered what to do. Now that Talin had been exposed he had two options to choose from… but he had to keep in mind what would be best for Talin… Moradum, as the Anla’Shok call it…

Torn apart, Talin awaited judgement and was too scared to look Neroon in the eyes. I will have to leave the Anla’Shok… It was the one dream I always cherished, my calling and now… I should have been stronger, should have refused, but… I love my sister!

Neroon recognized some of his inner turmoil and made his decision. “You will go to the infirmary and guard William with your life.”

This placed Talin in a frightening situation and only Valen knew what the trainee would do should the assassin try and get close to one of his victims again. It is the one thing I can do to open his eyes so he can return to the right path.

“But, Alit,” Talin objected; what if the assassin should threaten to kill his sister again? And suddenly he realized what Neroon was doing.

“We live to serve… Remember that!” Neroon barked and marched out of the room, unable to stand Talin’s presence much longer. The young Minbari had disappointed him, had brought shame over their race for giving in to blackmail. But at the same time… he was determined to show Talin the error of his ways.

Talin remained behind, petrified and drowning in guilt. As Drallier stepped into the room they exchanged a look and then he headed to the infirmary as Neroon had told him to. Drallier stayed close to him the entire time

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When Marcus woke again he immediately searched the room for Neroon and was stunned to find Sech Turval sitting at his bedside. A pensive expression colored the Minbari’s features and Marcus managed to bite back a feeling of dread.

 “Marcus,” Sech Turval said in a soft tone and smiled reassuringly. “I trust you are feeling better?” Concerned, he leaned in closer to study the green eyes.

“Yes, why are you here?” Marcus asked bluntly, uncertain why the teacher would sit with him.

“Do you remember Talin?”

“Yes, I do.” Marcus wondered why the teacher brought up that name. As he shifted in the bed Marcus realized he did feel a lot better. Although he was tired to the bone he also knew he was going to be fine in a few hours. Thanks to Neroon.

“Neroon questioned him earlier and Talin admitted to willingly handing you the tea which contained the poison… he’s in league with the assassin.” Sech Turval had been shocked to hear this particular news and still felt betrayed by the trust he had placed in Talin whom he had taken on as his protégé. The young Minbari had shown so much promise.

“Talin?” Marcus pulled up the blanket. “I never thought…” He didn’t end the sentence. “Now what?”

“Neroon ordered Talin to guard William with his life. It is a risky decision, but this way Talin will have to face the choices he made.” Sech Turval rose from the chair and paced the room. “I trusted Talin!”

Marcus didn’t know what to say and simply nodded his head. So Neroon had been successful in finding his first lead. “You should ensure the safely of all humans staying here.”
           

But the teacher shook his head. “No, it is you whom they are after. Somehow the warrior caste must know about Neroon’s role in all this and by eliminating you they will sabotage this fragile alliance.”

Uncomfortable, Marcus tried objecting to that conclusion, but Sech Turval was probably right and he couldn’t find an argument to refute the teacher’s point of view. “I can take care of myself.”

“No, you cannot,” Sech Turval countered and gestured at their surroundings. “If it had not been for Neroon…”

Blushing, Marcus couldn’t repress his reaction to the warrior’s name, knowing very well no one could hide anything from Sech Turval.

“You do spend a great amount of time together and I must admit to being surprised by that,” the Minbari continued, enjoying the play of emotions on Marcus’ flustered face. If he’d had any questions at all, they had been answered now.

“I’m surprised as well.” Marcus peeked at the teacher’s face. The smug grin told him Sech Turval knew the truth.

“Neroon told me about his attraction towards you and that you are considering his request to take him as your lover.” Sech Turval smiled as Marcus’ blush deepened.

I now know what you did to make Marcus forget about the darkness he covered himself in, Neroon. You pulled him into the light again and no matter how hard Marcus struggles you will keep him away from the guilt.

Embarrassed Marcus tried to come up with an answer. Normally Sech Turval stayed away from personal issues, but the teacher had crossed that line when the Minbari had forced him to take part in the Nafak’Cha. “Does Neroon tell you everything?”

“No, but he was quite pleased when he learned that you would think about your decision… You did not refuse him and that gave him hope.” Sech Turval walked over to the bed and locked eyes with Marcus. “Neroon is a man of honor, someone you can trust and who will stay with you, love you.”
           

“You know him very well.” Marcus fumbled the blanket with his fingers.

“I have known him for many cycles.” Sech Turval’s smile grew tender as he realized the attraction was mutual. “Love is what you need, you know that, do you not, Marcus?”

Marcus simply nodded his head. “Only a few days ago I felt miserable because of what had happened on Arisia that night, but now… " Marcus lifted his eyes to look at Sech Turval. “But now I find myself in a different position. I still can’t believe it, but somehow Neroon tore down all my walls and… maybe it wasn’t my fault the Shadows killed everyone on Arisia.” He felt like a hypocrite actually saying that, but… “He loves me…”

“I tried to tell you that the Shadows are responsible for their deaths… and that you are not,” Sech Turval said pleased. “But you never listened, too keen on doing penance for something you had no control over. I am glad Neroon got through to you.”

Neroon remained frozen in the doorway, quietly listening to their conversation. Marcus’ admission that he had faced the truth about William’s death moved him. Never before had Marcus voiced it in that way. The farewell ceremony will allow you to let go of the last remnant of pain.

Sech Turval had noticed Neroon’s arrival, but not Marcus, who was too absorbed in his feelings. The teacher looked up and nodded approvingly towards Neroon. Well done, my friend. I had almost given up on this young one.

Neroon read the words in the teacher’s eyes which expressed relief, even gratitude. “Sech Turval,” he said in an attempt to warn Marcus about his presence.

Marcus’s head jerked back, hearing that velvet voice and he shivered looking into those dark eyes. How much did you hear?

“I will leave you now,” the teacher announced. “I need to look after my class.” Turning to Neroon he added, “All preparations concerning the farewell ceremony were made. You can proceed at midnight if you wish.”

“I will first check with Banner to see if Marcus has recovered enough to attend.” Neroon approached the bed and searched the human’s draped eyes. This will be hard on you, I know… and he remembered going through the ritual himself many cycles ago.

Hearing the words Marcus grew shaky. Neroon would ensure he saw this through, no matter how much grief and pain were involved. After Sech Turval had left he concentrated on Neroon whose expression was gentle, yet firm. “Neroon? Is it true that Talin…?” His voice faltered as he realized that the trainee had tried to end his life.

“Yes.” Neroon sat down on the side of the bed. “But the Wind Sword threatened to kill his sister should he refuse to co-operate. Actually I think Talin was relieved to be found out!”

Studying Marcus, Neroon relished the expression in his eyes. Marcus had possessed that sparkle when they had sparred at the lake. Amused, he allowed Marcus to claim his right hand.

Still feeling awfully shy he rubbed his fingers over Neroon’s knuckles like the warrior had done earlier. “You told Sech Turval about… us,” he said hesitantly.

“I very much doubt this relationship will remain unnoticed for much longer!” Neroon had heard the rumors behind his back when they thought he wasn’t near. The words had been spoken in an uncertain tone, but he had identified respect, surprise and curiosity. Humans and Minbari appeared equally curious to see whether Marcus and he would work out or not.

“What are we going to do next?” Marcus asked and a startling fire exploded in his brain… I =am= falling in love with Neroon! he realized and recognized the fire burning in his veins… desire and he was completely surprised by its presence

“The farewell ceremony,” Neroon replied, realizing the Wind Sword wouldn’t act tonight now that Talin’s involvement had been discovered. “Do you feel up to it?”

“I want to do this, Neroon. I =have= to do this now… before I lose my courage.”

“Then trust me to guide you.” Neroon pulled him upright.

Marcus didn’t resist as the warrior helped him to his feet. Still a bit wobbly on his feet Marcus allowed Neroon to support him. “How long will the ceremony take?”

“Twelve hours at least,” Neroon informed him, worried to see Marcus stumble over his feet. Positioning an arm around the human’s waist he finally had a tight hold on him. Only now did he realize how skinny Marcus truly was. But yet at the same time it ensured the human’s agility and speed in a fight.

“Neroon?” Marcus said in an uncertain tone. “You will be there… should I need you?”

“Do you still need to ask that question?” Neroon chided him softly. Stepping into the corridor Neroon realized Marcus still doubted his sincerity. “I will be at your side the entire time,” he promised and pulled Marcus a little closer as the human started to lean on him more heavily.

Hearing that reassurance Marcus released a sigh. Can I let got of Willie? Of Hasina… Arisia, my past for that matter? Looking at Neroon’s resolved expression he realized the Minbari would make him. 

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Marcus still marveled at the way Neroon had gained his trust. Only three days ago he would have declared everyone a fool who had told him he would end up involved with the Minbari warrior. I feel like I’ve known him my entire life and not just for these last few days. It’s scary but sometimes his eyes tell me what he’s thinking…

Studying the human Neroon realized what Marcus was pondering. He had expected Marcus to give him an answer at the Nafak’Cha, but for some reason Marcus hadn’t been able to deny the truth any longer and that fact pleased him. It was fate they had fought in Down Below and that his sanity had returned just in time to prevent him from slaying the human Anla’Shok. By killing you I would have murdered myself. Only now do I realize that. Valen be praised that I held back!

Tired, Marcus held onto the warrior’s strong arms and wondered what this farewell ceremony was about. Trust Minbari to act secretively and only tell half-truths when it suited them best! His long ranger cloak felt heavy and he wished he had left it behind in the infirmary. The weight dragged him down. The antidote may have defeated the Jambar poison, but it was still troubling his system.

The silence between them was soothing, almost reassuring and Marcus made no attempt to shatter it. I babble all the time because I hate silence, but this is different. Resting his head against the warrior’s shoulder he wondered about the deserted corridors. “Where is everyone?”

“It is passed midnight,” Neroon whispered softly. “Everyone is asleep.”

Marcus nodded and in doing so his skin rubbed against Neroon’s breastplate, sending shivers through his body. The silence returned and they finally reached their destination. Recognizing the training area Marcus looked up questioningly.

“This is where we will perform the farewell ritual,” Neroon explained and opened a door.

A small part of Marcus’ brain kicked in. “Where are you taking me? This area is off limit to us. Only the teachers may enter.”

“We have got permission to proceed, Marcus. Trust me,” Neroon repeated and took in his surroundings. He had only been here once in Sech Turval’s company.

The first thing Marcus saw was a large pool of water, large enough for several people to take a bath in at the same time. Candles supplied the only light in here and shadows flickered over the walls. Next to the pool lay some robes and towels. “Neroon?” Marcus asked, suddenly filled with apprehension.

“Your body has to be cleansed first. Only then can you proceed to the next level of awareness,” he teased, remembering Marcus’ embarrassment at the lake.

“Does that mean I have to undress with you present?” Marcus shivered slightly.

“Yes, it does.” Neroon watched him and noticed the clouded expression in the human’s eyes. “I asked you this before and now I ask you again, why do you feel ashamed for your body?”

“I’m not used to being naked in the presence of someone else, Neroon,” Marcus replied. “It’s not that I’m ashamed, at least I don’t think so. It only feels… odd.” The ranger stared at the water and wondered why the teachers had declared it off limits to the trainees.

Neroon guessed at Marcus' thoughts. “This water originates from Valen’s well. Legend says that it sprung at his feet… I now doubt that story, knowing we are talking about Sinclair.” A teasing expressing flashed across Neroon’s features speaking that name.

“Then it must be sacred to the Minbari.” Marcus smiled at Neroon, “Why take me here?”

“The ritual requires it.” Neroon was getting impatient. “Undress, so we can start the ceremony.”

“In your presence?” Marcus quickly lowered his eyes, feeling shy.

“Marcus… " Neroon moved to stand next to him. “I never realized you were so shy… we will have to work on that too,” he said teasingly and pushed the ranger cloak from his shoulders. It will be a pleasure to unleash the passion inside you.

The ranger quivered; wondering about Neroon’s plans now that he had accepted their relationship. The look in the warrior’s eyes confused him. “What?”

“I will undress you if necessary.”

I don’t doubt that! Marcus allowed Neroon to undo his belt, which hit the floor with a thud. “I… " he started, then became speechless as Neroon tugged at his shirt. He had no choice and raised his arms so the Minbari could remove it. Standing bare-chested in front of Neroon, he blushed fiercely.

The reaction made Neroon chuckle. I wonder how you will react during our first intimate moment… He looked forward to finding out. His hands moved to unzip Marcus’ trousers, but the other man stopped him.

“Let me do this,” Marcus said pleadingly, doing his best to fight his bashfulness. Feeling Neroon’s hands on his bare skin confused him. Part of him wanted the warrior to run them over his body and another part wanted to bolt out of the room.

“As you wish.” Neroon took a step back, taking in Marcus' disheveled appearance. Though skinny his muscle tone was well defined. Marcus was built for endurance, not sheer strength like he was. Trying to lessen the human’s embarrassment he turned and marched to the other side of the pool to examine the robes and see if Drallier had brought the right ones back with him.

Grateful for some privacy Marcus quickly stepped out of his trousers and briefs and slid into the water. Its pleasant temperature surprised him and made him relax.

Neroon caught the sound of splashing water and grinned. He had to take this slowly, step by step if he wanted Marcus to feel comfortable. Deep within his soul burns a passionate fire which is waiting to come alive and together we will ignite that flame. Casting a gaze at Marcus, Neroon saw his relaxed expression. The water however, did little to hide Marcus’ body and curiously, the warrior studied him. Marcus' physique pleased him as he realized that Marcus was well endowed. Biting down a wicked grin he said, “You have to immerse yourself completely in the water.”

Marcus’ eyes opened hearing that remark. He had almost dozed off due to the warmth of the water. “What did you say?” Feeling vulnerable without clothes he cautiously watched the Minbari stride over to him and covered his private parts with his hands.

Neroon kneeled and immersed his hands in the water. “I’m talking about this.” He splashed some water Marcus’ hair. “It’s remarkably soft,” he said, fingering a lock and ignored Marcus’ attempt to cover himself from his curious eyes.

Marcus didn’t know how to react as fingers tousled his hair. It surprised him how easily Neroon had covered the emotional and physical distance between them. Closing his eyes he decided to simply enjoy the sensation of Neroon tangling his fingers in his hair. It felt natural to have him this close… to trust him.

Honored by such obvious trust Neroon hoped the farewell ceremony would give Marcus the closure he needed so badly. He caught Marcus’ moan as he withdrew his hands to pick up the towels. “Marcus?” he said and waited for him to emerge from the water.

Pleasantly tired Marcus left the pool. As the warrior draped the towel around his body he was briefly stunned to feel Neroon’s hands rub his wet skin. Standing close to each other he detected the want in those dark eyes and swallowed hard. Once more he was reminded of the two kisses they had shared so far. He had instigated that last one and now he felt like lunging for the Minbari again, eager to taste those lips once more, but he held back.

Neroon grinned, reading Marcus’ dilemma in his eyes. I will make you wait… I want you to come to me when you are ready. It was the best thing to do, but it would be hard on him… Marcus had to be the one to express his desire first. Drying the wet skin Neroon’s hands remained above the waistline and he wondered if it was disappointment, which he read in Marcus’ eyes. Finally he released Marcus to get the traditional robes.

His eyes followed Neroon all the way and Marcus fought down the arousal that was starting to burn in his groin area. What was Neroon doing to him? How could the Minbari have such an effect on him? Those were questions he wanted answered, but he knew the explanation was illogical; love and desire seldom followed rules.

“You have to wear these.” Neroon gestured him to raise his arms again.

Too late did Marcus realize that this action would cause the towel to drop onto the floor and he flushed crimson red as he stood naked in front of Neroon.

All the warrior did was smile reassuringly and paid no attention to Marcus’ discomfort as he helped him into the white robes.

Relieved, Marcus quickly slipped into the garment, which was several sizes too large for him and he suspected these were Neroon’s as well.

Neroon pulled the hood over Marcus’ head and it now partially hid the human’s face. A Minbari soul in a human body. Neroon bowed slightly, paying his respect to a fellow warrior. “It is time to move on,” he told Marcus and opened another door.

Swallowing hard, Marcus wished he knew what lay in store for him. He should have forced Neroon to tell him more about the ceremony. As he took his first step to follow the warrior he realized Willie’s ring was still inside his cloak and he couldn’t leave it behind. It might get lost unintended. “I’ll be with you in a moment,” he said and headed back to his clothes to search its pockets.

Curiously, Neroon watched him and seeing the ring knew it was important to the human. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” Marcus quickly put the ring on his finger and hid his hand underneath the folds of the robes, hoping Neroon hadn’t seen it.

Neroon stepped aside to let Marcus enter and observed his reactions closely.

As Marcus entered the room he sucked in his breath. Hundreds of candles lit the room, giving it a surreal appearance. Recognizing the peculiar fragrance he stared at the incense responsible for it. Stunned, he halted in his tracks.

“Come and sit with me.” Neroon smiled gently, noticing Marcus’ hesitance.

Slowly, Marcus obeyed and sat cross-legged opposite of the warrior. Surrounded by candles he sensed the warmth they radiated. “You didn’t have to go to such great lengths for me,” he muttered embarrassed.

“Marcus, I would do anything to help you deal with the pain inside your soul.”

I know, Marcus thought and wondered about the amount of love Neroon felt for him.

“We will meditate for a short while. Concentrate and listen to your thoughts, remember the pain. Finally you will find a way to let go of it,” Neroon instructed.

“That’s easy for you to say,” Marcus whispered distressed and fumbled the ring on his finger.

Yes, maybe you need more guidance in how to accomplish that. Neroon decided on a different approach. “Tell me, how do you feel now?”

“Right now? Confused as hell.”

“Why?”

“I’m sitting here, with you… trying to say good-bye to my past and I don’t know how.” Depressed, he locked eyes with Neroon. “I want to let go, but I don’t know =how=!”

Sensing the agony in Marcus’ voice Neroon said, “Have you ever said good-bye to your brother? Actually spoken the words?” Marcus’ pain burdened his own soul too.

“I don’t know what to say,” Marcus admitted and looked at Neroon pleadingly.

“Try it,” Neroon ordered and placed his hand on Marcus’, covering the ring in the process. “Imagine I am William, what do you want to tell me?” All he could do was ask Marcus questions in the hope that the other man would find a way to leave this abandoned tomb he had buried himself in.

Marcus couldn’t let go of Neroon’s eyes and gasped for breath as pain suddenly washed through him. Memories he had pushed away for so long resurfaced and his voice shook as he remembered them. “I’m so sorry for not listening to your warning, William. I dismissed it as absurd and… I hated the fact that you had left Arisia to join the rangers.”

“Continue,” Neroon commanded, noting the watered eyes and the fact that Marcus was now squeezing his hand for support. There was something more profound causing Marcus’ guilt, which was tied in to the attack and somehow he had to make the human open up to him.

“Neroon!” Marcus exclaimed helplessly. “I don’t know…”

 

“What about the guilt? Would William approve of that?”

“No,” Marcus mumbled depressed. “Willie would kick my arse for the way I've behaved these last years.” The shimmer of the candles, the intoxicating effect of the incense and the expression in Neroon’s eyes convinced him to let it all out. “I've locked myself up and can’t get out!” A desperate tone filled his voice as he finally realized he was buried alive in the guilt.

Neroon nodded, understanding the problem. “Whose ring are you wearing?”

“Willie’s,” Marcus confessed and was shocked as Neroon pulled it off his finger.

“You have to stop punishing yourself, Marcus.” Neroon looked at the ring and shook his head. “Let William and the others go, Marcus. Set their souls free.”

“I…” Marcus stuttered, in search of the right words.

“He was your brother and the Shadows killed him,” Neroon leaned in closer to cup Marcus’ chin in his hand. “You survived. The Universe wants you to live. We will die, all of us, and we have no say in how or when it will happen,” Neroon paused and considered his next words. Something Marcus had said earlier troubled him. “Why do you hate your brother?”

“I don’t!” Marcus yelped and was about to get to his feet, as Neroon’s hands pulled him down again.

“Stay and face the truth!” Neroon growled dangerously. “Why do you hate him?”

Lost, Marcus’ eyes finally released the tears he had been fighting. “He left me behind on that accursed colony. William joined the rangers and I cursed him for being so stupid. When he returned I hoped he had left them, but he had never been more determined to stay with them! It hurt! It still does…” Teardrops now slid down Marcus’ face and he didn’t bother to wipe them away. “I thought he had gone mad and I didn’t listen to his warning… obsessed with trying to convince him that he had to stay on Arisia and leave that cult on Minbar.”

“You felt deserted,” Neroon concluded. “And too hurt to listen. You have to forgive yourself for that, Marcus.” As he spoke those words, Neroon caught one of Marcus’ tears on his fingertip and licked it off, surprised by its salty taste. “You have to let go of the anger as well.”

Marcus looked up in surprise. “I never knew I was angry with him.” The bafflement in own his voice took the ranger aback. It was Neroon who had provided him with that insight.

“It is understandable you reacted like that when he returned.” Neroon caressed Marcus’ fingers, staring deep into his eyes. “Accept the past and let go. Embrace the present and look towards the future,” he recited the words in Standard, not sure Marcus would understand the tongue of the warrior caste.

Marcus quavered hearing those words. The time had come to let go; Neroon was right about that and now that he understood his own feelings he could let go. But do I want to?

“Do you promise to let go of the guilt, hurt and pain and only look back to remember the blessed moments you experienced?” Neroon asked and as Marcus started to answer him, the warrior raised a hand to silence him. “Do you promise to live in the present without clinging to the past? Do you promise to embrace the future and my love which you accepted?”

“You’re asking a bloody lot,” Marcus muttered, still trying to comprehend how his anger had survived this long without him knowing about it. I guess it’s easier to feel guilty than admit you’re angry with the dead for deserting you! And Neroon saw right through my pretence! Marcus’ head jerked up as Neroon’s hands clasped around his. Neroon had placed William’s ring on the floor.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you and I will not allow you to torment yourself any longer. There is so much left to live for…” Neroon stated in a resolved tone. Marcus had reached his break point and all he could do was offer him his support. Suddenly he realized Marcus was staring at William’s ring and an idea unfolded. “At the Nafak’Cha you have to give away something of great value.”

“Willie’s ring?” Marcus asked warily. “It’s the one thing…”

“=Let go=,” Neroon repeated and placed a single kiss on Marcus’ fingertips. “I am waiting for you in the present. I cannot live with you in the past.” Neroon didn’t know what to add to that statement. This was Marcus’ decision. Please, Marcus, choose the future, not the pain in your past!

Marcus realized he had to make a choice. Neroon was right, but doing away with the guilt terrified him.

“I am waiting for your answer, Marcus. Will you promise me all the things I mentioned?" Neroon prayed to Valen the human would.

Biting his lip Marcus had a death-like grip on the warrior’s hand. “Neroon, I’m scared… when I let go of the pain what will I have left?”

“My love,” Neroon replied firmly.

“Yes.” Marcus sighed and with every breath he released, a small part of the guilt he had cultivated for so long left his body. With every glance he cast at Neroon the realization grew that the Minbari was serious and it drove away the darkness, opened new doors in his mind, supplied him with the motivation to make a new start. Willie, I made so many mistakes and I hope you can forgive me for my stupidity, but Neroon isn’t going to accept no for an answer. I love you, Willie, but I have to move on and I can’t throw away this opportunity at love.

“Marcus?” He needed Marcus' reply so badly. His future depended on it.

“Neroon, if it weren’t for your persistence…I love the fact that…” Marcus grew silent, seeing Neroon’s curious expression, “I love it that you never take no for an answer.”

Neroon grinned smugly. “Another quality you like?”

“Yes,” Marcus admitted and weakly returned the smile. Growing serious he whispered, “I want you to keep the ring for me till the Nafak’Cha… and I promise to live in the present.”

“What about the guilt?” Neroon asked and pulled Marcus’ hand against his chest, pressing it on to the spot where his heart was.

“I think I have started to let go already, Neroon. William wouldn’t want me to kill myself slowly for… being human, I guess.” Marcus stared at the candles surrounding them and realized he had just undergone a rebirth ceremony. Why was I so scared of it? But the answer was sitting close to him. Neroon was the reason why he had been able to do this. “God help me,” Marcus started, “but I do love you, Neroon. I feel like I’ve known you my entire life.” Swallowing hard he watched the warrior’s dark eyes.

“And I feel the same way about you, like I finally found the missing part of my soul. Our souls must have traveled together in a past life,” Neroon whispered sensually and shifted his position till his arms were wrapped around the human’s frame. “Say your final farewell to the ghosts of your past,” he insisted as Marcus’ melted into the embrace.

“Good-bye, William, Hasina… Arisia…” Marcus said steadfast and sensed Neroon’s breath caress his skin. Cocking his head he pressed his lips on the Minbari’s and felt finally at peace.

The last thing Neroon expected was for Marcus to kiss him at that exact moment. Tears still stung Marcus' eyes and they dripped onto his face as the ranger desperately claimed his lips. Uncertain of how to react Neroon searched those green eyes, which told him a lot. Marcus needed a lifeline and had chosen him as his anchor.

Filled with a terrifying urge Marcus folded his arms around the warrior and used his body weight to force Neroon to lie down on his back. “Please don’t deny me now that I need you, Neroon,” he whispered in a shattered tone and lay down next to the Minbari, holding onto him with despair.

Neroon pulled him close to his chest, tucking Marcus’ head underneath his. “This is not the time, nor the place to express our love that way, Marcus.” Soothingly, he stroked the soft hair. Marcus' irregular breathing increased and worried him. Slowly he raised Marcus’ face.

Sobbing quietly Marcus returned the gaze. “Hold me, Neroon for I have no idea who I am now that I have let go of the guilt and anger.” A large part of his personality had been buried and the loss frightened him. Now he had to make an effort to find his true nature again.

“Marcus,” Neroon caressed the moist face and smiled. “You may be human in form, but you are Minbari in spirit. Give yourself the time to discover who you truly are. I will walk that path with you.” Neroon traced Marcus’ lips with his finger, relishing the eagerness with which the human responded as Marcus suddenly suckled his fingertips. You won’t be a timid lover… That fire within you burns already.

Marcus’ hands hesitantly slipped inside the warrior uniform and he sighed, finally encountering bare skin.

Neroon growled, realizing what Marcus might be up to and decided to wait a little longer to see what his plans were.

But Marcus remained motionless, simply savoring the skin-on-skin contact.

Wrapping his arms even tighter around Marcus the warrior wondered about their future. Somehow he had to find a way so they could stay together. He hadn’t discussed this yet with Marcus, but knew he couldn’t postpone it forever.

Marcus relaxed in Neroon’s arms and closed his eyes as there were no more tears to shed. Light-headed, he drew some deep breaths, amazed at the odd feeling coursing through him. Finally, he realized that it was the absence of guilt that confused him. “You never told me this was a rebirth ceremony,” he berated the warrior.

“For some it is, but it was not designed to be one.” Neroon listened to the now normal breathing. Marcus’ no longer shook with tears and he continued to hold him as the human had asked him to. How long have you been alone, Marcus? Neroon wondered distressed. Why did they not reach out to you earlier? Why did they desert you? They must have seen your pain! An old anger build in the pit of his stomach. Even Sech Turval gave up too easily!

Sensing that something bothered Neroon, Marcus looked up and saw the fiery eyes. “What’s wrong?”The expression in Neroon’s eyes was one of anger.

“Nothing you need to worry about,” he replied soothingly, trying to hide his anger from Marcus.

“Be honest with me, Neroon, I can handle whatever it is.” Marcus hesitantly raised his hand and gently caressed the warrior’s face.

“I am angry because it took you so long to find someone to help you deal with your past! They must have seen the pain you were in!”

“Neroon,” Marcus whispered as sudden tears sprung from his eyes. “I found you, didn’t I?”

“If only I had known during Denn’Sha…” Neroon wondered about his feelings. He hadn’t been this emotional since Tarek’s death and was surprised he was still capable of feeling this way. Marcus had released an emotional tornado within his mind as well.

“No ‘what ifs’, remember?” Marcus chided him softly. “I learned my lesson at the lake, but it now seems you have forgotten your teachings!” A grin surfaced on his face and Marcus fought against drowning in Neroon’s eyes, which radiated a truly amazing intensity.

“And you call =me= arrogant?” Grinning smugly, he rolled Marcus underneath him and grabbed his wrists. “Two can play that game, Marcus.”

Looking up at Neroon, Marcus chuckled. Now that the burden he had carried with him for so long had gone he discovered some of his shyness had disappeared as well. Maybe I tried convincing myself that I wasn’t worthy to be his lover…

Neroon moved his hands so he could interlace them with the human’s. Feeling Marcus underneath him he carefully covered the human’s body with his, making sure he didn’t put his full body weight on the human.

“I thought this wasn’t the place or the time for…” Marcus watched in fascination as Neroon leaned down to kiss him, silencing him before he’d had a chance to finish the remark. Neroon’s body heat burned through his robes and he whimpered as the warrior’s tongue separated his teeth. Releasing a strangled sigh he answered the kiss with similar passion, challenging Neroon’s tongue to a duel. 

Neroon’s eyes turned even darker sensing Marcus’ passionate response. Yes, I have chosen well, indeed! He had caught that glimpse of passion during the Denn’Sha challenge and was pleased he hadn’t been wrong. “You will be a passionate lover!” Slowly, he reversed their position until he was lying on his back again.

Marcus grinned mischievously. “Passionate? Me? I think you’re confusing me with someone else.” Quickly, he straddled Neroon’s hips and immediately realized the warrior was aroused… Bugger, so am I! His erection throbbed and he wondered what to do next.

Neroon fought the same dilemma. “We are supposed to meditate, Marcus.”

“Meditate?” Marcus shook his head. “No way I can meditate with you underneath me!”

“I would never have guessed you were untouched, had you not told me,” Neroon said teasingly as he pulled Marcus down to his chest.

Speechless, Marcus rested his head on the warrior’s chest. “I do love you,” he whispered in a shaky tone.

“Marcus, you are behaving like this because you just unburdened your soul and are feeling euphoric.” Neroon reassuringly stroked Marcus’ back. “This is a time to heal and you just took that first step.” Locking eyes with Marcus he added, “I love you too, Marcus and I care too much for you to take advantage of this situation. I want you to calm down first.”

“I know you’re right, but I don’t mind losing my virginity to you, Neroon,” Marcus whispered and ran his fingers over the warrior’s face.

“You will, when the time is right,” Neroon promised. “And both of us will know when that moment has arrived.”

Coming down from the adrenaline high that had rushed through his body and had confused his mind, Marcus had to admit Neroon was right. Suddenly feeling drained he snuggled up to the Minbari.

“Yes, sleep,” Neroon mumbled, seeing Marcus’ eyes close. This emotional storm had exhausted the human whose body still hadn’t recovered from the Jambar. Intensely relieved he kissed Marcus’ brow who had fallen asleep, still lying on top of him. The weight didn’t bother Neroon. Instead, he relished having his lover this close. A moment later he also closed his eyes. He hadn’t been able to sleep much these last days and Marcus was safe from the assassin while in his arms.

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In the infirmary Talin shuffled his feet in front of William’s room. Neroon had given him a chance to make up for his mistakes and he had to grab that opportunity. Alit Neroon would not have been that forgiving had the Anla’Shok died. Talin had heard rumors, which had spoken of a beginning relationship between Neroon and Marcus. I almost killed his lover! He finally realized and shuddered, wondering how Neroon would have reacted had he lost his human lover.

“Talin? Is that you?” William had woken some moments ago and had been studying the shadow hovering in the hallway. Still alert, he hoped the assassin hadn’t returned to finish the job.

“Yes.” Talin stepped inside to face the human trainee. Before the assassin had shown up William and he had started to become friends, but now…

“What are you doing here?” William propped himself up onto his elbows and noticed the troubled eyes.

“Alit Neroon commanded me to guard your room… and your life.” Talin slowly walked over to the bed, taking in the young human. He carried some guilt for this as well as he hadn’t fought the assassin when the Wind Sword had decided to take out William first before going after Marcus Cole. I could have stopped him, but…  

“Why would he do that?” William realized something was wrong. Talin usually was a cheerful young man and now he looked ashamed and depressed.

“Because I let the assassin get to you and Marcus Cole. I am… was his accomplice,” Talin confessed and stared at the floor, waiting for William’s loathing to manifest.

“You?” William asked perplexed. “But…”

“The Wind Sword threatened to kill my sister should I object to carrying out his plans. I gave in and because of my weakness two humans almost died!” Talin cursed Neroon for sending him out here. The warrior must have known this would happen.

William carefully considered everything he'd heard. “Do you know who the assassin is?”

Talin finally locked eyes with him and was baffled to see only compassion and forgiveness. “Yes, but I cannot reveal his identity… my sister…”

“Talin, why didn’t you confide in Sech Turval or Master Durhann?” William shook his head. “This could have been avoided.”

“I did not think logically. I was concerned for my sister’s safety.”

William understood the young Minbari’s predicament. “And what if the assassin tries to kill you? You know his identity.”

“I think that is why Alit Neroon sent me here, to assure…” Talin grew quiet, finally fully realizing Neroon’s plans.

“He wants us to watch each other’s backs,” William closed his eyes, still feeling awfully tired, “He gave you a second chance so he must trust you.”

“I will not betray that trust.” Talin shivered as he realized that maybe his sister would have to pay the price for his loyalty.

“Pull up a chair then. I can use some company.” William hoped Talin would use this chance to undo his cowardice.

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“Marcus?” Neroon opened his eyes and his internal clock told him several hours had passed. Curled into a tight ball Marcus still lay in his arms, breathing deeply and soundly asleep. Smiling affectionately Neroon understood how exhausted the human was after all he had been through. His fingers touched the ring he had placed on the floor and studied it. Your brother’s ring. You have been leading his life, not yours.

Accepting that Marcus wasn’t going to wake up, he slipped the ring into a pocket and wrapped his arms around the sleeping form. Finally he managed to get to his feet and pressed Marcus to his chest. Apparently he had to carry the young man back to the infirmary. Marcus’ features were relaxed and Neroon left the room. Sech Turval would take care of the uniform and other items they might have left behind.

The corridors were still deserted, except for one Minbari who had stood guard while they had been inside. “Matham, go to the infirmary and relieve Drallier,” he instructed and carefully watched the Minbari’s reaction to seeing him carry Marcus.

“As you wish, Alit,” Matham replied and started walking.

Did I imagine a chuckle in his voice? Neroon dismissed the thought as Marcus shifted in his arms to obtain a more comfortable position. 

Banner was already waiting for them and nodded relieved seeing the human tightly asleep. “Follow me,” he told Neroon and led him to Marcus’ room.

As he laid Marcus down Neroon asked, “How much longer must he stay?”

“I want to watch him for the rest of the night. The poison was rather aggressive. Should he remain stable he can leave in the afternoon.”

“Good, then I will escort him back to our quarters.” Neroon pulled the blanket on top of Marcus' body and smiled seeing him asleep like this. I do not think the nightmares will return. He gestured Banner to join him in a corner of the room. “Is Talin here?”

“Yes, in William’s room.” Banner considered his next question. “Is this really necessary? With you, Talin and your guards the infirmary is getting crowded.”

“I am afraid it is necessary.” Neroon noted Matham marching down the hallway. Calling the guard into Marcus’ room he said, “Stay here and guard the Anla’Shok. I have to attend some personal matters and you won’t leave the room till I have returned.”

 

Matham nodded. “Talin is guarding the other human, as you ordered.”

“Where is Drallier?” Neroon asked.

“Resting and getting something to eat.”

Neroon realized he needed his guards rested and growled his approval. Glancing once more at Marcus he hoped to catch the assassin quickly.

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“Delenn,” Neroon said as the connection stabilized.

She looked up, not expecting to see him. “I thought Marcus requested this connection.” Studying Neroon she wondered why the warrior had contacted her. Putting down several reports concerning the riots on Minbar she realized she had to go back home shortly to sort this out. After all she had broken the Grey Council and upset the balance.

“Marcus is… indisposed at the moment.” Neroon returned the questioning gaze.

Delenn’s eyes flared up with a startling intensity. “Has he been hurt?”

“It is a complex story,” Neroon replied, not interested in explaining everything to her now. “But he will be fine in a couple of days.”

“Valen be praised.” Delenn gestured Lennier to listen closely.

“I want you to know that I have decided to support your cause in the case of a civil war,” Neroon explained. He had also been troubled to hear about the riots and it had urged him to talk to Delenn right away.

“The war already exists,” Delenn said fatigued. “I just received a distressing report. Several Minbari of the religious caste were left to die by the warrior caste!”

“I heard,” Neroon sighed, equally worried, “What are your plans?”

“I will return to Minbar.” Delenn had reached a decision and added, “I will leave as quickly as possible. What about the warrior caste?”

“They trust Shai Alit Shakiri to lead them.” Neroon shook his head, “We have to end this now before even more Minbari die.”

“I will arrive in 3 days. It was my intention to take part in the Nafak’Cha before…”

“I will wait here for you.” Neroon understood the danger they faced. Shakiri was powerful. “How do you plan to cross Shakiri’s plans?”

“I do not know yet, but I will think of a way.”

“We will meet in 3 days then.” Neroon closed the connection.

Delenn stared at the blank screen, unsure of what really had transpired just now. She was most pleased with Neroon’s support, but had noticed the changed expression in his eyes, which had revealed true worry. “Maybe there is a way to stop the riots,” she whispered to Lennier.

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After terminating the connection to Babylon 5 Neroon decided to check on William and Talin. Maybe he should have given Delenn more detailed information about Marcus’ condition, but he felt distinctly uncomfortable discussing the human’s current state of mind with her without Marcus’ permission. Marcus… my lover. You accepted me, embraced my love. Still slightly stunned about the sudden turn his life had taken, Neroon smiled. He had told Marcus that he had known from the start that they were meant to be together, but deep within his soul he had doubted Marcus would ever agree with him.

As he stepped into William’s room he found the young trainee soundly asleep. In a chair next to the bed was Talin; his eyes alert and Neroon read determination in them. Talin would do his best to stop the assassin should the Wind Sword try again to kill William. Of course there is no way Talin can stop a warrior trained in the art of Kalen’tha, but the fact that Talin now stood up against his fear redeemed the young Minbari in his eyes. Nodding approvingly towards Talin, Neroon left the room again. Talin would alert the others and that would be enough to stop another murder attempt. Talin has to be careful. The assassin might go after him instead! Neroon walked to Marcus’ room.

Matham was still guarding his lover’s room. My lover. He loved the sound of those words in his mind. Matham looked calm and in control and Neroon suddenly wondered about his personal guard. He had always assumed the Wind Sword was one of the trainees or teachers, but what about Matham and Drallier? No. He immediately dismissed that thought. Matham had been his right hand for 5 cycles now and Drallier had proven his loyalty in battle when he had watched his back. “Did anything out of the ordinary happen?” Neroon studied Matham closely. Matham didn’t know the art of Kalen’tha or did he? Had the Wind Swords trained him secretly? No! Matham had the opportunity to kill Marcus or William while guarding them.

“No, Alit.” Matham saw the distrust in Neroon’s eyes and wondered why it was there. “The Anla’Shok is still asleep. Only the healer Banner checked on him and I was present during his visit.”

Neroon growled his satisfaction and closed the door behind him. Looking at Marcus he realized his lover was still peacefully asleep and knew with sudden certainty that the nightmares belonged to the past. Slowly he strode over to the bed and placed a hand on Marcus’ brow, which no longer felt feverish. The Jambar has left your body… sleep will help you recuperate.

Sitting down in a chair he wondered about his next course of action. There had to be a way to lure the assassin from his hiding place, but he didn’t know how to accomplish that. All he could do was wait for the accursed Wind Sword to make his next move. As he pulled his chair closer to the bed he covered Marcus’ right hand with his and curled his fingers around the soft flesh. Running his fingertips over his lover’s palm he relished hearing the soft moan that Marcus released during his sleep.

Delenn would arrive at Tuzanor in three days and Marcus would undergo the Nafak’Cha for a second time. It was just a formality. Marcus had already burnt all bridges behind him and had risen from the ashes to claim him as his lover. That one moment of desperate passion, during which Marcus had tried to seduce him, still pained Neroon.

Had I taken you I would have ruined everything we have achieved so far. But soon we will be one, Marcus. I promise. He already knew where he wanted to initiate his lover into the sensual art of expressing their love. I will be the first to take you… That thought aroused him. Near the lake side… In Valen’s garden… I will lay you down on ancient ground…  He grinned, wondering if his people would consider him blasphemous. To his surprise he found that he didn’t care about their conclusions. Only Marcus mattered.

Stroking the silky hair, Neroon remembered the first time he had tried to kiss Marcus and was reminded of the revelation which had followed that action. Pure and untouched. I still cannot believe you remained chaste this long…

Marcus moved about in his sleep and pulled Neroon’s hand close to rest his head on it. The warrior had to lean forward to keep his balance and now found himself in a most uncomfortable position.

After pondering the situation he got to his feet and sat down on the bed, while resting his back against the headboard. Amused, he watched Marcus snuggle up to him. Wrapping his other arm around his lover’s shoulders, Neroon wondered about the changes which had taken place within Marcus. He wished Marcus would wake up so he could explore them, eager to find out if passion was still coursing through his lover’s veins or if it had been intensified.

Unable to fall asleep Neroon listened to the sounds emanating from the hallway and he recognized Banner’s soft footfalls. The healer softly opened the door and Neroon’s hand moved to his pike, just in case…

Surprised to see Neroon, Banner hesitantly stepped inside. “I need to check on the Anla’Shok.” As Neroon moved to get up from the bed he added, “No, you can remain seated, Alit.”

So the rumors are true after all. Turval was right, Banner thought strangely pleased. Banner walked over to the bed and ran a medical scanner over the human’s body.

“Has he started to heal?” Neroon asked, unable to stay quiet any longer.

“Yes, the poison has left his body,” Banner confirmed. “Rest, is what he needs most now.”

Neroon nodded his approval. “So I can take him to our quarters when he wakes up?”

“Yes, but you have to ensure he rests.”

“I will,” Neroon promised. Banner quietly left the room and Neroon rubbed his fingers over Marcus’ skin. Sleep eluded him and he studied his lover instead, trying hard not to think of the riots tearing Minbar apart.

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Warms beams of sunlight woke Marcus and he slowly opened his eyes. Pleasantly drained he sensed the warmth of another body close to him and as he focused his gaze he sighed. Neroon was holding him tightly in his sleep and Marcus closed his eyes again, savoring the moment. His fingers touched bare skin and he trembled as last night’s memories returned to him. Neroon had forced him to look his demons in the eyes and the amount of anger he had felt still baffled him. He had never known he was that mad at Willie.

But that’s in the past now. I promised Neroon to live =in= the present and =for= the future and that’s what I will do. He cuddled up to the Minbari. Neroon’s muscular body reminded him of the compact power the warrior possessed and he relished running his fingertips over the inside of Neroon’s wrist. And he’s mine! he realized with a start, quivering all over his body.

He was still wearing Neroon’s white robes and he vaguely realized Neroon must have carried him back to the infirmary. Looking up at the window he lazily searched the morning sky and wondered why he had never seen the gentle warmth the sun radiated, or why the dreamy sky looked so blue. Suddenly the Temshwee’s songs no longer irritated him. He owed this change to Neroon, who had supported him the entire way. Smiling at the sleeping warrior, Marcus burned his face deep within his memory. No matter what was going to happen next he now knew the face of true love.

Unwilling to awaken the Minbari, Marcus watched a cloud drift by and finally found his soft, but determined inner voice, telling him to savor life and its pleasures. Sech Turval would be pleased! Sighing deeply, he realized the amount of time he had wasted by clinging to the pain.

Neroon woke, disturbed by Marcus’ movements. Even before opening his eyes he knew Marcus was awake and peeked at his lover’s eyes. The change in them was incredible. A veil had been lifted and Marcus’ true inner self was now finally revealed. “Good morning, Marcus,” he whispered and considered kissing those subtle lips to truly awaken the human’s spirit.

“Neroon… I feel…" Unable to label his confused emotions Marcus simply smiled contently.

Seeing that smile told Neroon enough. “Reborn?” he finished the sentence for his lover.

“Yes.” Marcus rested his head against the warrior’s broad chest. “I can’t believe you made me let go!”

“I did nothing.” Neroon fingered a dark lock. “=You= found the courage to face the past and deal with it.”

Slightly embarrassed, Marcus remembered flinging himself at Neroon, asking the Minbari not to deny him. But Neroon had refused to take advantage of the state he had been in. “I was serious when I told you that I don’t mind losing my virginity to you,” he whispered hoarsely.

“I know.” Neroon made Marcus look him in the eyes, “But I owe it to you and Minbari custom to make you officially mine first.”

 

Surprised Marcus’s eyes grew big. “What are you talking about?” His heart drummed in a maddening rhythm, remembering a warrior chose a mate for life.

“The Nafak’Cha can double as a…" Neroon paused, searching for the correct word to use, “marriage ceremony.”

Marcus pushed himself in a sitting position and stared at the Minbari in bewilderment. “Are you suggesting…”

“Delenn has the authority to perform that ceremony and to make our liaison official.” Neroon grinned, seeing the expression in Marcus’ eyes. “Why are you surprised?”

“I just didn’t think that far ahead,” Marcus mumbled.

“Marcus.” Neroon cupped his lover’s chin in the palm of his hand and made him look up. “Now that I've found you, I want to ensure you will never leave me again.”

“You =are= a romantic.” Marcus felt lost staring into Neroon’s dark eyes.

“You then agree to go through with the ceremony?” Neroon caressed his lover’s skin.

“Yes.” How could he possibly deny Neroon?

Eternity passed by too quickly and time slipped from their fingers.

“We should return to our quarters. You will be more comfortable there,” Neroon suggested and wanted to get up from the bed.

Marcus pulled him back by grabbing his wrists. “Neroon,” he mumbled and was overwhelmed by sudden desire.

Neroon recognized the hunger in Marcus’ green eyes and knew his lover wanted more than just a kiss. “Marcus, you radiate want and sensual desire, bordering on the edge of seduction, but…”

“I know," Marcus murmured disappointed and released Neroon from his hold. “This isn’t the right time nor place for it.”

“You are impatient…” Neroon commented teasingly as he straightened out his uniform. Using every ounce of his discipline he turned his back on Marcus who looked possessed with erotic need. He will impose his will and eventually I will give in to his desire. Neroon shivered, looking forward to the moment that Marcus would claim him.

“Don’t make me wait too long!” Marcus groaned as tiny explosions in his brain set off similar reactions in his groin.

Neroon noticed Marcus’ sudden sparkling expression and grinned smugly. Refraining from answering his lover he extended his right hand to pull Marcus to his feet.

“Can you get me a uniform? I don’t feel comfortable wearing these robes.” The vertigo didn’t return and Marcus sighed relieved.

“Yes, I will ask Sech Turval later. First you should return to our quarters.” Neroon studied Marcus momentarily. Finally reassured that his lover had recovered from the poison he opened the door.

In the hallway Matham relaxed as he realized that Neroon accompanied the human Anla’Shok.

“Can we visit William first?” Marcus asked and drew in some deep breaths, amazed to see that his perception had changed as well, seeing things from a different perspective. Every moment presented a valuable opportunity and the sun smiled, welcoming him to his new life.

“For a moment,” Neroon gave in and remained one step behind Marcus to watch his back in case of a sudden attack. Gesturing Matham to join him Neroon whispered, “Wake Drallier and tell him to guard my guest quarters once Marcus has returned to rest there.”

“Yes, Alit,” Matham confirmed and headed back to inform Drallier of his new assignment. In the meantime Neroon would take care of the Anla’Shok.

With every step he took Marcus felt stronger and more determined than ever before. Now that the guilt was gone he discovered new feelings instead. Love for Neroon being the primary one. The change which had taken place still baffled him. All I had to do was to let go of my anger… guilt and… I can’t believe I actually did that!

“Marcus?” Neroon saw the surprised expression in those green eyes.

“I’m fine, Neroon. Don’t worry. I feel better than ever before!” After making sure they were alone in the corridor he placed a hand at the small of Neroon’s back.

Neroon returned the amused glance in a similar fashion and wondered about the human who seemed less inhibited than before. “Trying to claim me already?” he growled, realizing the gesture was meant to show Marcus’ obvious feeling of possessiveness towards him and he savored his lover’s eagerness.

“You’re the one who popped the question, Neroon. Marriage,” Marcus teased and chuckled happily.

“Why are you surprised? Is such a relationship alien to the human mind?” Neroon chuckled in return and fell into step next to the human.

The movement surprised Marcus and his arm lost its hold. Remembering Neroon’s question he said, “Not alien, no. But your proposal took me by surprise. Are you sure you want to do this? You’ll be stuck with me for the rest of your life!”

Neroon suddenly felt saddened, realizing a human’s life span was much shorter than a Minbari’s. For the rest of =your= life, he corrected Marcus privately. “I am certain,” Neroon replied firmly.

They had reached William’s room and Marcus knocked politely.

“Yes.”

After looking once more at Neroon, Marcus managed to dismiss his desire and entered the room. Both Talin and William were awake. Not expecting Talin’s presence Marcus swallowed hard. It had been Talin who had attempted to poison him and he couldn’t forgive the young Minbari that easily.

William was stunned to see Marcus Cole. Why would he visit a trainee? He was relieved to see that the ranger looked all right. Hearing about the poison had worried him.

Talin cast down his eyes, carefully avoiding all contact with the Anla’Shok he had betrayed. Ashamed of his actions he wished the floor would open to swallow him.

“William, Banner told me you will make a full recovery?” Marcus said hesitantly, wondering how to react to Talin’s presence.

“Yes, but I’ll have to stay here for at least two more weeks,” William replied and caught Talin’s discomfort, but couldn’t help the young Minbari.

Marcus nodded once and suddenly realized how guilty Talin felt for betraying the rangers the way he had. He failed in catching Talin’s gaze and sighed.

“You know how Talin feels,” Neroon whispered into Marcus’ ear, making sure the young Minbari didn’t hear him. “You forgave yourself… can you forgive him?”

Marcus quavered; Neroon’s breath caressed the back of his neck and he couldn’t deny the truth in the warrior’s words. “Talin?” he said eventually and waited for the young man to look at him.

Hesitantly Talin locked eyes with the Anla’Shok. It would be an insult to ignore him.

“Next time you need help, tell Sech Turval or Master Durhann, yes?” Marcus didn’t know what else to say and smiled reassuringly, hoping Talin understood the deeper meaning of his words.

And Talin did. Seeing forgiveness in Marcus' eyes he released a strangled breath. “Thank you,” he whispered and bowed respectfully.

“Take good care of William.” Marcus turned towards the door, amazed at how easily the name had left his lips.

“I will,” Talin promised.

“Come now,” Neroon said in a soft tone and lead Marcus back into the corridor. “Banner only released you because I assured him you would rest.”

“I’m not tired… not any more.” Marcus examined the peaceful tranquillity within his soul. “But I’ll rest, if that is what you want.” Realizing how precious these three remaining days were he was determined to relish every moment of them. In a couple of days I’ve got to return to Babylon 5… and I’ll have to find a way to live on without you, Neroon. The thought scared him, but he was realistic about their future. Neroon’s crazy proposal to carry out some kind of wedding ceremony was wishful thinking. Even if the warrior had found a way to make their relationship official they would be separated most of their lives. All he had was now.

Neroon pondered similar thoughts, but approached the problem differently. Somehow I will find a way to keep you close…

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The corridors were bathed in a soothing silence as they returned to the guest quarters. There was no need to talk as emotions already showed in their eyes and movements. But trainees passed them by, disturbing the tranquillity and Marcus wished they had already arrived at their quarters. It wasn’t that he felt tired, but the spying eyes made him uncomfortable. Hell, he understood their curiosity! Except for Delenn and Sheridan he had never before heard of a human and Minbari involved in a relationship.

Neroon noticed that Marcus grew tense as they turned into another corridor. The human was a mystery to him, one he intended to unravel, curious to find the emotions hiding underneath Marcus’ tense exterior.

The trainees finally left the corridor, leaving them alone, but now Drallier appeared, already standing guard in front of Neroon’s guest quarters.

Neroon studied the warrior, wondering about Drallier’s loyalty. After the attempt to poison Marcus he had grown weary of everyone and the only person he truly trusted was his lover. Even Sech Turval or Master Durhann can be forced to participate in the Wind Sword’s game. The fact that Talin had given into the assassin’s blackmail still worried him and had opened his eyes.

Marcus also noticed Drallier’s presence and looked at Neroon for an explanation.

“Just a precaution,” Neroon assured him as he opened the door. Marcus stepped inside and Neroon whispered to his guard; “Guard him well!”

Drallier nodded once, but his face remained emotionless.

Neroon found that odd, but blamed it on Drallier’s unease at having to guard a human and realized how quickly he had accepted Marcus as his equal. One human had earned his respect and he would never again judge a race without really knowing their customs and ideas.

“Why the guard?” Marcus asked and grinned, seeing the rigged platform. Did Neroon do this? Minbari considered sleeping in the horizontal to be tempting death. 

“I want the Wind Sword to know he won’t get to you that easily again. I cannot stay with you all the time and when I am not here, Drallier or Matham will keep an eye on you.”

Marcus shook his head, surprised at Neroon’s protectiveness.

Seeing his lover’s dark expression Neroon added; “I am only doing this because I love you. The Jambar would have killed you, had I not been there to mix the antidote.”

Marcus walked over to the window and took in the outline of Tuzanor. The sun’s warm beams hit the glass-like structures and sent off thousands of different colors into the sky. “I heard disturbing news while I was in the infirmary.” Marcus deeply inhaled the sweet air.

His curiosity peeked, Neroon walked over to the window to join his lover. Taking up position behind the ranger, he wrapped his arms around Marcus in a possessive hug.

Sighing contently Marcus leaned into the embrace and continued, “Is it true that there have been riots on Minbar? Banner mentioned it to his assistant, thinking I was still asleep.”

“Yes, it is true.” Neroon knew he had to update Marcus on the current situation. “I contacted Delenn to assure her of my support. She will arrive here in three days to lead the Nafak’Cha. Together, we will take care of the starting civil war.”

“Why a civil war?” Marcus turned in the embrace to face him and was taken aback by the regrets in Neroon’s eyes.

“It started during the Earth-Minbari war… " Neroon explained and rubbed a thumb over Marcus’ face who crooked his head to savor the caress. “The warrior caste still refuses to believe that Minbari souls are being reborn into human bodies.”

“And what about you?” Marcus swallowed hard, not sure he wanted to learn the answer. Neroon had dropped hints, telling him he possessed a Minbari soul. The tone with which Neroon had spoken during those occasions had struck him as odd.

“I believe… I cannot deny the truth when looking into your eyes… seeing a fragment of your soul reflected in them," Neroon admitted in a soft tone and kissed a single lock of dark hair.

“I am =human=, Neroon…” Marcus said uncomfortably.

Only in body, Neroon thought and refrained from answering. Instead he said, “Do I have to remind you that Sinclair…”

“No, you don’t,” Marcus replied quickly and gasped seeing the color in Neroon’s eyes shift delicately to a sensual darkness. Maybe this was the moment he had been waiting for. Pushing the riots back momentarily he gathered his courage. “So, all we have is three days?”

‘For now, yes,” Neroon had to admit. His hand tangled in the long hair while his lips itched to plant a kiss on the human’s smooth skin.

“You know I’m virgin,” Marcus whispered hesitantly, entranced by those dark eyes gazing into his.

“Yes.” Neroon leaned in closer. Weren’t we discussing the riots? How did we change subject so quickly? Unable to resist those moist lips any longer he claimed them eagerly.

Marcus closed his eyes, relishing Neroon’s sudden burst of desire and brought his arms up behind the Minbari’s back to pull him even closer. I wanted to ask you something! his foggy memory reminded him, but as Neroon’s tongue slipped inside his mouth he greedily suckled it.

Growling, Neroon broke the contact. Marcus’ eagerness had taken him aback. “Make your request,” he stated; knowing what Marcus wanted from him.

Staring into the warrior’s eyes Marcus stuttered, “Three days… Promise me something… Neroon?”

“I am still waiting,” Neroon reminded him, but tightened his grip on Marcus’ waist as the human wanted to take some steps back.

“Don’t let me leave here a virgin?” he whispered embarrassed. “Once the Nafak’Cha has taken place we’ll have to go our separate ways,” he paused, stunned to see anger in Neroon’s eyes and he wondered what he had done wrong. “I’ll have to return to Babylon 5 and you’re undoubtedly needed here on Minbar… This is all I ask of you, Neroon. Make love to me just once so I know how it feels.”

Displeased with Marcus’ reason for making his request Neroon growled. “I thought you had said good-bye to the darkness,” and walked away from Marcus, whose amazement was reflected in his eyes.

“I don’t understand.” Marcus desperately tried to comprehend what Neroon was hinting at. “I promised you to let go of the anger and my past which I did!”

“But you won’t fight for our future? Are you willing to give in that easily?”

Suddenly Marcus understood what had angered Neroon. “I want to be with you too!” he exclaimed hurt. “but… we’re worlds apart!”

Neroon considered Marcus’ reply and took his time to answer him. “=I= will fight for you, us. I =will= find a way for us to be together. Do you really =think= I will allow fate to tear us apart? I =will= do whatever necessary to keep you close to me!” His voice suddenly cracked and he forced himself to calm down.

“You’re afraid to lose me like you lost Tarek…” Marcus realized and cleared his throat, reading the truth in Neroon’s eyes.

“Yes,” the Minbari admitted fatigued. “You’re mine as long as you will live and no one will come between us!”

“Neroon.” Marcus covered the distance between them. “You will find a way. I believe in you.”

The faith in Marcus’ eyes finally calmed him down. “And I =will= honor your request in return.”

Marcus grinned wickedly, realizing Neroon wasn’t as arrogant as he appeared. A truly romantic soul hid underneath that rugged exterior and it made him wonder what kind of lover Neroon was. Every time I think I finally know you, you surprise me again!

“When?” Marcus asked hungrily, eager to explore Neroon’s body and discover its secrets.

“Shortly,” Neroon assured him and a hesitant expression filled his eyes. Smiling sadly he thought, Will I be able to please you? Compared to you I am a tired old man.

Marcus read some of the warrior’s emotions in his eyes. “You’re nervous too!” he knew with sudden certainty. You’re not that smug after all!

Neroon didn’t deny that truth. “It has been too many cycles since I last had a lover.”

Feeling less insecure after the warrior’s admission, Marcus realized Neroon needed time to adjust to this new situation. "We’re in this together, Neroon,” he said gently. “And =we= will find a way to rid me of my virginity, won’t we?” A smug grin was plastered to his face as he studied the warrior.

“Your sense of humor pleases me,” Neroon admitted, trying to step away from the subject. Resolved, he placed a hand on Marcus’ shoulder. “Now rest. You may not see the necessity to do so now, but I know the Jambar took a toll on you. Trust me on this one.” He led Marcus back to the rigged platform and watched him lie down. “I will have to leave you for a short while,” he added, while stroking some locks. “I have to locate the assassin before he can do even more damage. Drallier will guard these quarters. Should you need anything, call him and he will obey.”

Marcus stretched on the platform and had to admit this angle was much more comfortable. Still amazed at Neroon’s protectiveness he observed the warrior. I never knew you were nervous too! It does, however, explain your reserve. He loved Neroon even more for admitting his insecurity to him. “Don’t worry too much about me, Neroon,” he chided the Minbari. “But you did promise to get me a uniform.” He gestured at the white robes he was still wearing.

“I will bring a uniform back with me.” Neroon placed a single reverent kiss on his lover’s lips. “Do not hesitate to ask Drallier for assistance…”

“Go and find that assassin!” Marcus smiled, seeing the longing in Neroon’s eyes. He closely watched the Minbari’s every move as he strode over to the door. Closing his eyes at last he knew his dreams would be filled with fantasies about their first time together.

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Drallier slowly approached Neroon after the door had closed. “Alit? I need to tell you something.”

Neroon halted and waited for his guard to explain himself.

“I did not want to bring this up while the Anla’Shok was present, but I found =this= when I went through your quarters to secure them.” Reverently, Drallier handed his Alit a folded piece of paper.

Neroon almost grabbed the note from Drallier’s hands, suspecting who might have placed it in his rooms. Apprehensively, he unfolded it and immediately recognized the secret code all Kalen’tha initiates knew. Torturing his brain to remember the meaning of the code used he grew alarmed.

#Meet me at sunset at the southern gate.

Come alone.

Defy these orders and your human lover =will= die!#

He knows! The Wind Sword knows I am skilled in the art of Kalen’tha as well! Considering the message he realized it might be a trap to lure him away from Marcus. But Drallier and Matham will guard him. Neroon slipped the note into a pocket and tried to control the rage that was consuming him. He is threatening to kill Marcus! Enraged, his hand sought out his pike and Neroon curled his fingers around the cylinder. No one threatens him!

“Drallier, you will answer with your life for the Anla’Shok’s safety. Should he die…” His voice carried an ominous tone and the guard’s eyes told him he had been understood. After barking his order he marched down the corridor to the training area. There were several hours left until sunset and he was going to prepare himself for a possible fight. I have to stop him! The assassin had to be stopped before he could carry out his threat to kill Marcus. A Minbari does not kill a Minbari, but he had been prepared to kill Delenn not so long ago and now… Dismissing that teaching he thought, I will kill the assassin in order to protect Marcus or die defending my lover’s life!

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Hours later Marcus woke from a restful sleep. Scanning the room with his eyes he realized Neroon wasn’t close and sighed, saddened. He did tell me he had to leave, he reminded himself. Dizzy, he sat up and tried to rub the sleep from his eyes. He hadn’t slept this much in ages! Back on Babylon 5 he’d used every opportunity to get some shuteye, but Banner and Neroon had been very clear in their instructions and had forced him to rest.

Smiling to himself he got to his feet and almost tripped over the bloody robes. Considering his options for a moment he knew he was stuck with them. The only other alternative was exchanging them for the grey robes Neroon had given him to wear that first night. Those robes were a lot more comfortable, he mused and uncovered the chest. But first I’m going to take a shower!

Marcus placed the grey robes on Neroon’s platform and undressed. Quickly, he showered and after drying his skin he slipped into the grey robes, whose fabric didn’t irritate his skin that much. The white robes had itched the entire time. Sitting down cross-legged he examined the leftover fruit from their late meal some nights ago and found some that were still edible. He could go to the kitchen and harass the cook, but… Neroon is right. I have to be careful not to present myself as an easy target now that I know the assassin is after me! He decided to wait for Neroon to return.

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“Finally,” he whispered as the sun set behind the mountains which resembled liquid gold. “Revenge, Neroon…you betrayed the warrior caste and now you will pay the price…” the assassin whispered determined. He hid in the shadows as Neroon stepped into the courtyard to head for the southern gate. “My time has come at last,” he mumbled and caressed the collapsed Denn’bok in his right hand. “Prepare to die.” Resolved, he started to walk.

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Talin couldn’t stand it any longer. He could stop this uncertainty by revealing the name of the assassin who, without any doubt, would continue to try and kill. I have got to stop him! Distressed, he looked at William. Only moments ago Banner had given the human something to help him sleep and he now rested peacefully.

Remembering Marcus’ silent plea to confide in Sech Turval or Master Durhann in case he needed help, he stepped outside and asked one of the healers to inform Durhann he was needed in the infirmary. The assassin won’t get passed =him=! Talin knew that with certainty and paced the hallway, anxiously awaiting his teacher’s arrival

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Bored, Marcus wondered where Neroon could have gone. He’s been gone for hours now! Why? Restlessly, he moved over to the window and watched the amazing sunset, covering the gardens in a delicate golden veil. Maybe I should try finding out where he went! But he had no idea where to start his search. Perhaps Neroon was hunting the assassin and he would only get in the warrior’s way!

He sighed then, feeling bereft of Neroon’s soothing closeness. But he did promise to make me his… He grinned; remembering long nights during which he had watched adult movies, read erotic literature and occasionally had exchanged kisses with some of the girls gathering information for him in Down Below. I've passed the stage of theory! I want practice as well!

Wondering about all the things he could do to Neroon to prove he was a worthy lover, Marcus shivered as he realized the warrior was most eager to pleasure him first. Neroon loves a challenge and making me scream... Well, I don’t mind him taking the initiative… Maybe I can learn some things from him! After all, he’s got actual experience!

Grinning mischievously he walked into the bathroom to splash some water into his face. His body responded to the images he had conjured up in his mind and moaning softly he fought the urge to slip his hand inside the robes to release this sexual tension.

Think of something else! he chided himself and started one of the Minbari mantras Sech Turval had taught him during training. His concentration slowly returned and a soft grunt, emanating from the living area, alarmed him. What? Bugger, he was without his pike. It was still in the secluded area where he’d taken a bathe in the sacred water.

Mentally, he prepared himself for hand-to-hand combat; something he didn’t look forward to. The assassin was a Minbari and therefore stronger. But Master Durhann had trained him well, had even demonstrated the areas where he had to aim his attack when fighting a Minbari. Maybe if I can hit him between the eyes I’ve got a chance, he reminded himself and steadied his breathing.

Steeling into the living area his eyes grew big. Talin was trying to climb into his quarters through the window. “What are you doing here?” he asked and shook his head. No longer anticipating a fight he loosened his stance and helped the young Minbari inside.

“Master Durhann is with William…” Talin panted. The climb had tired him.

“You could have used the door,” Marcus pointed out to him. Something bothers him, he realized and his alarms kicked back in. Talin had a reason for coming here like this.

“I cannot keep quiet any longer,” Talin said as his breathing returned to normal. His attention was drawn to the robes the human was wearing. Grey robes were forbidden in Minbari society. That right had been set aside for the members of the Grey Council. “Whose robes are you wearing?” he stuttered in disbelief.

Taken aback by that question Marcus wondered why Talin was interested in finding out. “Neroon’s, why?”

Talin bit his lip, trying hard not to reply. Then Neroon is Grey! I discovered the identity of one of the Grey Council members! The Council was legendary among Minbari… considered sacred. “I will explain later,” Talin said eventually. “I came here to warn you. To tell you the identity of…”

The trainee was cut off as someone knocked on the door. Marcus cursed the visitor. He wanted to tell me the name of the assassin!

“I will wait in the bathroom. I do not want to be seen here!” Talin decided and quickly disappeared. Oh, Valen… why did we have to be interrupted? I almost unburdened my soul! Closing the door he leaned against the wall and took some deep breaths.

Marcus composed himself again. “Yes, enter.”

The door opened and Drallier stepped inside. “I carry a message from Alit Neroon,” he stated and closed the door again.

“Then tell me.” Marcus noticed the anxious expression in the guard’s eyes. Something about that stare made him shiver violently. Marveling about the emotion displayed in those eyes he finally recognized it. Hate!

Drallier advanced on Marcus, taking in his appearance and knew the Anla’Shok would fight for his life. But he had been trained well and there were several techniques he could use on the human to end his life.

Talin had heard that voice and trembled. “Marcus, it’s Drallier!” he whispered and wondered what to do next. Should he reveal himself or wait a little longer to use the advantage of surprise should Marcus end up in dire straits?

“It’s you,” Marcus said steadfast. “You’re the assassin!” The hate and loathing in Drallier’s eyes almost swept him off his feet. What did I do to deserve such hate?

“Yes, I took it upon myself to avenge Alit Neroon’s honor…” Drallier admitted and cocked his head, pondering how to proceed. Denn’bok? Knife? Or use my bare hands to choke the life out of him? He looked forward to terminating the human’s existence.

“Why?” Marcus asked, stalling the time he needed to think up some defensive moves. Drallier’s eyes told him why the Minbari was here. He wants to kill me!

“You lured Alit Neroon in to betraying his caste!” Drallier slowly approached Marcus who backed up. Suddenly realizing Marcus was wearing sacred grey robes his eyes narrowed in anger. Those are Alit Neroon’s and you are disgracing them! No human is allowed to wear the holy robes, only a Minbari who is Grey has earned that right!

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Realizing the danger he was in Marcus’ eyes desperately scanned the rooms to find something he could use as a weapon.

“He changed after you challenged him to Denn’Sha. I saw it in his eyes… he grew soft, no longer intent on destroying his enemies!” Drallier removed his gloves and unhooked a curved knife from his belt, which was adorned with ceremonial inscriptions. “Soon my knife will taste your blood and =I= won’t stop short. I will restore the honor Alit Neroon lost by letting you live!”

So this isn’t about Neroon betraying the warrior caste by supporting Delenn? Drallier is acting on his own! The idea of Neroon losing his position within the warrior caste had troubled him. Now he knew they had assumed wrong. Drallier is obsessed with Neroon, with restoring his honor! Until now Marcus hadn’t thought of any repercussions Neroon might have faced for letting him live.

“Prepare to die, human.” Drallier spat the words into the air with obvious disgust. Raising his knife he unleashed a first attack.

But Marcus anticipated his moves and leaped out of the way. The knife’s blade shimmered and he realized it was a lethal weapon all right. Better stay away from it! I have to get out of my quarters, draw him into the corridors where I don’t have to fight him alone! Hopefully Talin would remain in the bathroom; he didn’t want to worry about the trainee’s safety as well. Cursing the grey robes, which hampered his movements, he ducked and fended off Drallier’s second attack. The warrior’s face contorted and Marcus moved towards the door. His hands reached for the doorknob as Drallier grabbed his ankles, pulling him down. Suddenly stopped like this Marcus couldn’t maintain his balance and dropped heavily to the floor.

Drallier immediately used that advantage and placed one hand around the human’s throat, tasting victory. “I will kill you slowly,” he hissed.

The knife hovered above his face and Marcus struggled to free himself, but was too weak to push Drallier away. His mind worked frantically as he tried to remember all the tricks he had learned in Earthforce and during his ranger training. Without giving it a second thought he rammed his knee into Drallier’s groin area and grinned hearing the smothered scream. That must have hurt! Marcus followed up with a fist, aimed right between Drallier’s eyes. “I can fight dirty too!” he spat and tried to throw off Drallier who still had a hold on him.

“Drallier…”

A low, dangerous growl filled the room. Marcus sighed relieved, recognizing Neroon’s voice. And judging by his tone he is howling mad!

Drallier looked up and a strangled groan left his lips. The human had delivered two painful blows, but he was determined to finish what he had started.

“Traitor!” Neroon yelled infuriated and charged forward. Throwing his weight into the forward movement his arms pulled Drallier off Marcus and with one enraged grunt he pinned his guard to the wall. “Did you really think I would fall for your scheme?”

Talin, who had finally left the bathroom, watched the entire scene and goose flesh appeared on his skin, seeing the palpable anger in Neroon’s eyes. I have got to help them! 

Marcus tried to catch his breath and struggled to his feet. I’m still in one piece. He rubbed his brow. He had hit the floor rather hard and knew he was going to suffer one splitting headache soon. Looking at Drallier he realized most of the rage had disappeared from the guard’s eyes and had been replaced with shock. He never expected Neroon to find out.

“I only want to restore your honor!” Drallier yelled. “You should have killed him during Denn’Sha!”

“I decided to let him live,” Neroon’s voice was suddenly drained of all emotion. You almost killed him! he thought enraged, thankful he had arrived in time to prevent worse. “You will answer for these murder attempts!”

“No Minbari court will pronounce me guilty!” Drallier spat and shock changed into disgust. “You are no longer one of us, Neroon. You have fallen, stumbled and lost your way. Look at the human! He is wearing the sacred grey robes! You betrayed our ways!”

Those words infuriated Neroon even more and he tightened the strangle hold he had on Drallier. The guard started to fight for air and Neroon relished the sudden fear in Drallier’s eyes.

“I trusted you!” Unthinking rage had taken over and all he wanted was to make Drallier pay for what he had done to Marcus and William. “I trained you, accepted you into my clan. You lied to me, abused my trust and you will pay for it!”

Alarmed by Neroon’s vicious tone Marcus quickly walked up to him and gathered the robes closer to his body, wondering why Neroon had allowed him to wear them. “Neroon, don’t do this,” he whispered as Drallier lost his fight for air. “Let him go.”

“NO!” Neroon growled, but loosened his hold enough for Drallier to take a single deep breath. “He betrayed me.”

“Neroon, please,” Marcus stated calmly. From the corner of his eyes he caught Talin leave the room, undoubtedly calling for assistance. “Drallier doesn’t understand why you let me live.” Placing his hand on the warrior’s he tried to uncurl those clawed fingers. “Don’t strike out with anger because he’s ignorant of the truth.”

Neroon shivered, feeling his lover’s fingers on his and shot Marcus a confused look, remembering telling him why the civil war had erupted. Drallier was proof that the castes were turning against each other… and the warrior caste was fighting among themselves!

“Neroon,” Marcus mumbled into the warrior’s ear. “Let Master Durhann and Sech Turval see to his matter. You aren’t being objective here.”

“Why are you defending me?” Drallier stuttered in a cracked tone.

Marcus ignored him and continued to talk to Neroon. “If you want to resolve this civil war you have to set an example now by showing compassion and forgiveness, instead of revenge and hate.”

True words. Neroon released Drallier suddenly, dropping him onto the floor with a grunt of loathing. “Marcus saved your life…” he whispered and added in thought, I was prepared to kill you, Valen help me! Drained of all energy Neroon clasped his fingers around his lover’s. “I want to leave this room.” If it hadn’t been for Marcus he would have committed murder.

At that moment Talin entered, accompanied by Master Durhann and several rangers. “Drallier is the assassin,” Talin continued to repeat, relieved Marcus was still alive.

“We will take care of him,” Master Durhann assured Neroon whose expression scared him. The smothered rage was still trying to get out and the teacher knew he had to get Drallier out of Neroon’s sight as quickly as possible. He also noticed that Marcus was wearing grey robes and his brow knitted in wonder. I will ask him later where he got them and tell him to remove the robes.

“Come with me,” Marcus whispered and placed an arm around Neroon’s waist, leading him into the hallway. Drallier’s eyes stung his back and as he returned the gaze he only found bewilderment in the guard’s eyes.

“I want to go to Valen’s garden,” Neroon stated firmly and slowly regained control of his senses. “I was such a fool!” He cursed himself for not seeing the trap earlier.

Marcus simply rested his head against the warrior’s shoulder and tried to radiate calm. Neroon had to vent his anger and he would patiently listen to his words. As they left the building, they paid no attention to the uproar among the trainees who wondered what had happened.

Savoring the darkness, as they stepped into the night Neroon peeked at his lover’s eyes. “I trusted him!” he repeated and was surprised to feel hurt.

“People change or aren’t whom they appear to be,” Marcus offered as an explanation and did his best to stay on the path which led to the lake, cursing the fact he was bare footed. His boots were still in their guest quarters.

“This way.” Neroon suddenly pulled him to the right, correcting their direction. “I never suspected Drallier was the assassin! I must be growing old.”

“Old?” Marcus quipped and knew he had to do something to brighten the warrior’s dark mood, but the words didn’t come to him. Drallier’s sudden attack had left him shaken as well. “But some good did come out of it. Talin faced his fear and you… Delenn will be pleased to find you’ve changed. The both of you will find a way to unite your people again.”

“I almost killed him,” Neroon confessed. This unbridled rage was characteristic for many warriors he knew. It enabled them to fight the wars, win battles.

“But you didn’t.” Marcus caressed the back of Neroon’s neck. There was something he had to tell his lover now that Neroon had calmed down. “Drallier wasn’t acting on behalf of the warrior caste. They don’t know about you supporting Delenn.”

Neroon looked up hearing this news. “Drallier was doing this on his own? I wonder where he learned the art of Kalen'tha!” Calmed down he took in his surroundings. They had been marching and had almost reached Valen’s garden. He remembered his intention to make love to Marcus there. But this does not feel right… not now… it is too early… inappropriate.

Marcus pulled him down as he sat underneath a tree. Darkness embraced them and he tried to read the expression on Neroon’s face. After Neroon had seated himself Marcus snuggled up to the warrior. “Hold me,” he commanded and smiled lazily, forgetting to bring up the matter of the grey robes.

Neroon gave in at once and wrapped his arms around Marcus who shifted his position until he sat in front of the warrior.

Leaning into the embrace Marcus threw back his head and smiled contently. “I want to stay here with you forever.”

Neroon returned the smile, slowly running his fingertips over Marcus’ face and stopped as he encountered a large lump on his forehead.

Wincing, Marcus tried to pull away. “Don’t touch it!” A headache had started near his temple and he sighed relieved as Neroon’s hand moved away to finger some stray locks.

“I will stay here with you forever,” Neroon mumbled and rested his head on Marcus’ shoulder, looking at the lake.

“And rid me off my virginity?” Marcus asked amused, wishing he could see Neroon’s eyes. Hearing a soft sigh he guessed the answer. “No, you won’t.”

“Not tonight, Marcus…” Neroon suddenly realized how important this was to his lover and felt guilty for turning him down. “Maybe in the morning,” he said and Marcus chuckled in his arms.

“I can wait a little longer.”

“Why are you laughing?” Neroon licked the back of Marcus’ neck and chuckles changed into shivers.

“I told Ivanova I wanted my first time to be special… never thought it would be with you,” Marcus admitted in a soft tone.

“Special…” Neroon repeated and envisioned different scenarios for making his lover’s first time special indeed. “Yes, you deserve something special.”

Neroon’s tone made him go weak inside and Marcus swallowed hard, wondering about the warrior’s plans…

“Look,” Neroon whispered and pointed out some sparkling stars in the midnight sky.

“A falling star…“Are you still interested in learning more about human customs?” he said teasingly and felt Neroon nod as the warrior’s chin rubbed against his cheek. “Make a wish, but don’t tell me… most humans believe that such a wish will come true.”

Neroon smiled. “Only if you make a wish too.”

“I will,” Marcus whispered and savored feeling Neroon’s warm breath caress his skin. I wish we will stay together for the rest of our lives…

Softly fondling Marcus’ earlobe with his lips Neroon grinned as his lover squirmed in his arms. I wish we will never stop loving each other…

Silent, Marcus stared at the silver shimmering lake. Night had set in and even the Temswhees were asleep. A surreal calm had descended onto the garden and he was extremely aware of the regular warm caress Neroon’s breath created. “What are you thinking of, Neroon?” The moment he asked that question he wondered if he would regret it. An amused chuckle drifted into his ear and Marcus sighed deeply, relishing the warmth the Minbari’s body supplied. Although the temperature had dropped he still felt comfortably warm. Neroon had wrapped his arms around him and was holding him tight.

“Do you really wish to know my thoughts?” Neroon flashed a wicked grin that Marcus couldn’t see because his back rested against the warrior’s chest.

“Yes, that’s why I’m asking,” Marcus whispered, astonished his voice carried so far into the distance.

“I am wondering what kind of lover you are,” Neroon stated teasingly and used the tip of his tongue to run it down Marcus’ neck to taste its slightly salty flavor. Delighted to feel the human shiver Neroon pressed his lips near Marcus’ collarbone and suckled the skin there. His action would leave behind a definite red spot on the soft skin, proof of his desire.

“When will I learn to keep my big mouth shut?” Marcus groaned as one of Neroon’s hands rubbed a sensitive spot at the back of his neck.

“Do you want to know my conclusion?” Neroon released the skin he had captured between his lips.

“I’m going to regret saying yes.” Marcus smiled warmly. Curious, he cocked his head and caught Neroon’s sparkling eyes.

“You will try and dominate our sexual encounters… Although you lack actual experience you have already thought of several ways to make me do things your way.” Neroon nodded his head, seeing disbelief in Marcus’ eyes. “You may be inexperienced, but I doubt you are ignorant of these things.”

Laughing, chuckling, fighting tears of merriment, Marcus shook his head. “You know me too well!” But he doubted Neroon would grant him such a victory easily. They were too much alike…  “What kind of lover are you?” He ran his fingers over the Minbari’s face.

Neroon grinned; Marcus couldn’t fool him. “Like you I want to be in control… I want to pleasure you… make you scream out in ecstasy when you let go and spread your wings when finding release…”

“You’re not only a romantic, but also a poet!” Marcus wisecracked and realized he was starting to doze off. “I'd better sleep now so I will be ready for you in the morning… I think you’re right… I want to be in charge!”

Neroon stared at the star lit sky and sensed Marcus’ breathing slowing down. I've already made my plans and you will learn about them in the morning all right… I do have one advantage… I =am= stronger than you! However, his inner voice told him that Marcus would find a way to impose his will. I look forward to you taking the initiative.

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Waking up first, Marcus opened his eyes and cautiously stretched his body. As he crocked his head he noticed Neroon was still asleep and he used the moment to study the warrior. Lines of suffering had appeared on Neroon’s brow and Marcus drew in a deep breath, desperate to find a way to make them vanish. Neroon’s admission that it had been cycles since he had last had a lover assured him they both felt a bit awkward about their first time together. Marcus was determined to take that first step if necessary. Turning in Neroon’s arms he finally sat facing the warrior and wrapped his legs around the Minbari’s waist. Savoring this intimacy he raised a hand to start undoing Neroon’s breastplate and epaulettes.

The movement woke Neroon and his eyes flashed open. Staring into wicked green eyes he =knew= what his lover was up to. “Marcus…”

“What?” Marcus slid a hand underneath Neroon’s tunic to feel the powerful chest beneath his fingertips.

“I told you I want to make you mine =officially= first.” Neroon grabbed his lover’s wrist and held it motionless.

“You’re stalling!” Marcus accused and used his other hand to push open Neroon’s tunic.

“And you’re much too eager to continue without my consent.” Neroon enjoyed their fight for control. It was an ancient game and one he had won many times in the past.

Frustrated Marcus tried to shake off Neroon’s grip. “I want you, damn it!”

“Much too eager,” Neroon whispered and managed to get hold of Marcus’ other hand as well. Using sheer power he pinned Marcus’ hands behind his back. “I =am= in control,” he stated amused.

Marcus was speechless. Why was Neroon sabotaging his attempt to finally get laid? All I want is to finally get shagged!

“We will do this on my terms!” Neroon pushed Marcus onto his back, but released his hands. Looking at the grey robes his lover wore Neroon sighed. I'd give up everything to be with you!

“What are you up to?” Marcus stared into Neroon’s dilated pupils and let the warrior believe he had given in, only waiting for a chance to surprise Neroon and reverse their positions. Lying on his back he smiled at Neroon who loomed over him.

Neroon placed his hands next to Marcus’ shoulders and growled low in his throat. He better use this opportunity to show Marcus he was a worthy lover while he could. It wouldn’t take Marcus long to challenge him again… and I will give in when the time is right. Straddling his lover’s hips Neroon leaned in to claim bruised lips. You were right, Marcus. We should make the best of these two days.

Raising his arms Marcus clasped his hands behind Neroon’s neck and pulled him down. The Minbari’s weight pressed him into the moist grass and he invitingly opened his teeth to allow Neroon’s tongue to slip inside. Trying to wrap his tongue around Neroon’s he moaned into the Minbari’s mouth. Neroon’s hands had found a way into his robes and slowly the warrior forced him to raise his arms to remove the garment. “I’m not wearing anything underneath it,” Marcus whispered and realized his cockiness was quickly disappearing, only to be replaced by nervousness.

“Perfect,” Neroon purred and threw the robes onto the grass. His eyes devoured Marcus’ body, studying it, trying to decide where to touch first. “I did not know there were other places humans grew hair,” he said and curled a finger in his lover’s pubic hair, which felt different from the long manes he liked to tangle his hands in.

“Neroon?” Marcus moaned, as fingers softly touched his erection.

“Yes?” Neroon grinned, realizing his lover was waiting for his caress. For now Marcus had given in, had surrendered to him. This truce won’t last long, Neroon knew instinctively. Lying down next to Marcus he draped a leg over his lover’s knees, making sure the human couldn’t move that much. He placed one hand on Marcus’ chest while his other continued to explore his lover’s genitalia. “We do not differ greatly,” he concluded and brushed Marcus’ lips.

Marcus groaned as Neroon’s fingers tightly clasped his shaft. Panting slightly he tried to answer the Minbari’s challenging gaze. Neroon’s fingers pulled the foreskin over the sensitive head and Marcus gasped as tiny explosions shortcutted his brain. Neroon was the first to touch him in this way and the new sensation quickly overwhelmed him. It was so unlike yanking himself off!

“You like this, do you not?” Neroon asked teasingly. Green eyes had turned wild and he marveled about the sudden glow in them.

“Yesss,” Marcus purred and pulled the Minbari down again to thrust his tongue into that delicious mouth.

Neroon let him, delighted to find Marcus this eager for his touch and deepened the kiss.

Feeling aflame, Marcus grabbed the Minbari’s face to ensure the continuation of their kiss. His breath caught as Neroon fondled his scrotum, ever so lightly squeezing to tease him into submission… Submission for now…only now! No longer able to answer Neroon’s stare he closed his eyes and let go of a strangled moan.

Neroon abruptly ended the kiss and watched his lover’s startled reaction. Hunger showed in the eyes, which flashed open with a sudden start.

“What?”

“Let me pleasure you…” Neroon whispered hoarsely, equally aroused, but fighting the desire burning his veins. His lips left a string of kisses down Marcus’ throat, chest and belly.

Marcus tried to sit up as he realized Neroon’s intention. “Are you…?” Warm and moist lips suddenly closed around his throbbing erection and he sucked in his breath with an audible hiss.

His tongue circled the head of Marcus’ shaft and he finally tasted his lover for the first time. Peeking at Marcus, Neroon noticed the stunned expression in his green eyes. Deliberately pushing Marcus back on to his back he pinched a hardened nipple and teased truly delicious sounds out of his lover. I will show you my way to express our love, teach you if necessary and learn what pleases you most. Neroon took most of his lover’s shaft into his mouth.

“Oh,” Marcus sighed as Neroon suckled the tip of his shaft and he lost the urge to fight thrusting into the Minbari’s mouth. His hips thrust frantically and his fingers buried themselves in the moist grass. Electricity spread through his groin and slowly moved to the rest of his body. “Let me come,” he whispered pleadingly, no longer intent of doing things his way.

Neroon grinned and closely monitored Marcus’ contorted face. You are close. Rolling a hard nipple between his fingertips, Marcus’ thrusts became faster, quicker, telling Neroon his lover wouldn’t last much longer. Curling his fingers around the base of Marcus’ cock he stroked in a slow rhythm till his fingers were lavished in precum. “Not yet,” he whispered, momentarily letting go of his lover’s erection.

“Uh?” was all Marcus could choke out and scratched Neroon’s back with his fingernails as the need to come overwhelmed him.

“How far do you want to go?” Neroon inquired in a soft tone.

“I…?” Marcus stuttered; his brain wasn’t functioning logically any longer and all he wanted was for Neroon to make him come.

“I am talking about this,” Neroon whispered sensually and gently pushed one finger into his lover, savoring his tightness.

Never expecting the penetration Marcus drew a deep breath. I should have known… he berated himself in a moment of clarity… that he will want to take me eventually.

“Yes?” Neroon carefully watched his lover, trying to figure out whether Marcus wanted him to continue or not.

“Yes,” Marcus sighed in return and pushed down onto Neroon’s finger as a sizzling sensation made his belly clench in rhythmic implosions.

Satisfied that Marcus had consented to this next step Neroon licked the precum from his lover’s shaft and massaged his internal muscles. Marcus suddenly tightened and pressure clasped down on his finger. I wish I could take you now. Yes, you would allow me to take you, I know, but… I want to perform the ceremony first. Regret swept through his mind.

“Neroon,” Marcus sighed in bliss, sensing his beginning orgasm. “Kiss me! I want… to look into… your eyes…” The words came in violent spurts as his body contracted in ecstasy.

Neroon honored that request, but simultaneously deepened the penetration. Marcus responded by wildly suckling his tongue and Neroon observed him closely, wanting to see the look in those green eyes when his lover found release.

“Ne… roon!” Marcus yelped and shook helplessly in the Minbari’s arms as orgasm took him, washing through him with a frightening intensity.

Marcus’ muscle clenched his finger and Neroon savored the ecstasy in his lover’s eyes.

Abandoned to the fire burning in his veins Marcus arched up and crushed Neroon to his chest, burying his nails deep in the Minbari’s skin. Shaking fiercely he held onto Neroon, softly whispering his name over and over again.

Slowly Neroon removed his finger and caressed his lover’s hot and sticky skin. The eyes that stared back at him were filled with surprised ecstasy. Lying down again he pulled Marcus on top of him, folding his arms around the trembling frame.

Panting hard Marcus looked down into Neroon’s blazing eyes and managed to smile. “You may teach me everything you know,” he purred in satisfaction and rested his head on Neroon’s broad chest. “But I wish you had removed your clothes too!” Intense waves of sated pleasure made him quaver and fatigued he closed his eyes.

“No, not yet,” Neroon whispered and knew he had to remain in control of his arousal. “First rule, Marcus… Accept what I give to you. Do not deny my desire to pleasure you. Once you have accepted my gift I can allow you to return it… Giving and taking has to remain balanced.”

Marcus lazily nodded his head and possessively kissed Neroon’s lips. “You made a mess!” he whispered, feeling the stickiness on his skin.

“Are you worried about that?” Neroon asked surprised.

“I’ll have to clean up…”

A naughty grin told Neroon his lover was up to something.

“I feel like going for that swim I promised you… Get rid off your clothes!” Marcus slowly crawled away from the Minbari on all fours. Drained, he watched Neroon’s amused eyes.

“I almost forgot about that,” Neroon confessed and pondered the suggestion. His hunger has been satisfied… Neroon nodded his approval. “I will join you.”

Slowly, Marcus got to his feet and swayed momentarily. His body had not yet fully recovered from Neroon’s sensual ministrations. “Strip for me?” Marcus teased and seeing Neroon’s puzzled expression he grinned. “Take your clothes off slowly? I want to study you.”

“Your demand is acceptable,” Neroon replied smugly.

Amazed at the sensuality Neroon’s gestures radiated Marcus licked his lips in anticipation.

“You are no longer uncomfortable with seeing me naked,” Neroon remarked, remembering the morning Marcus had shied away as he had left the water.

“I know… It’s odd, but since I let go of the anger and guilt…” Marcus sighed. The fire in his groin quickly returned seeing Neroon’s naked body.Rippling muscle, he mused and his stare fixed below Neroon’s waistband. Quickly, Marcus walked up to him and rested his hands on Neroon’s hips. Running his fingertips over the well-defined muscles of the Minbari’s chest Marcus wondered what it would take to arouse Neroon. I want you erect!

Reading that particular desire in Marcus’ eyes Neroon roughly grabbed his wrists and pulled him towards the lake. “You wanted to go for a swim and by Valen, we will!”

Neroon forcefully dragged Marcus into the water, still keeping a tight hold of his wrist. The challenge, which Marcus had issued, told him how much his lover needed the physical side to their relationship. He knew what Marcus wanted, needed from him, but he couldn't set aside traditions that had been part of his life since birth, although he was tempted to do so as he looked into draped green eyes.

Minbari and their bloody obsession for ceremonies! I need you so badly, Neroon. His frustration changed into a desperate craving.

The water now reached their waists and Neroon released Marcus' wrist to take a dive into the water. He needed to calm down, find the right perspective again. Swimming away from his lover he managed to sort out his thoughts. Neroon was startled as a hand reached for him, grabbing his upper thigh.

Marcus had followed Neroon under water, being a superb swimmer himself and the Minbari couldn't escape. Slipping his hand up Neroon's chest he wrapped it around the warrior's shoulder with the intention to force him to return to the surface. He was running out of oxygen and his lungs burned.

Neroon turned around, reversed the hold and pulled him closer. Looking into Marcus' eyes he realized that his lover needed air and was struggling to get to the surface. One moment later he had folded one arm around Marcus' shoulder and dragged him deeper down.

Startled, Marcus wondered what Neroon was up to. Slowly, the Minbari claimed his lips and forced him to open his teeth. All Marcus could think of was that he had to return to the surface before he ran out of breath and the last thing he expected was for Neroon to breathe into his mouth, feeding him the oxygen he needed.

Neroon relished the sudden understanding in his lover's eyes and wrapped his legs around Marcus' thighs while continuing their kiss.

His skull was about to explode and Marcus greedily sucked Neroon's breath into his lungs. During this eternal moment Neroon completely dominated their action and Marcus realized he could never win this quest for control. Neroon might permit his dominance to maintain the power balance in their relationship, but the Minbari was his physical superior. He never realized Neroon thought of him as the spiritual superior in their relationship.

Neroon read the revelation in his lover's eyes as Marcus surrendered to his strength. We are equally matched… Power of the body, power of the mind… Marcus does not realize this yet, but soon he will and then… Valen help me when he assumes control.

Clinging to Neroon for breath Marcus' eyes lit up dangerously seeing the warrior's smug grin. Neroon had wanted to make a point and had succeeded brilliantly. Gesturing Neroon that he wanted to return to the surface, he wasn't surprised when the warrior immediately gave in to that request.

Seeing the sun shimmer through the water Marcus calmed down and immediately sucked in fresh air as they emerged. Panting momentarily, he remembered the intimacy of the moment during which Neroon had shared his breath with him. "You did that on purpose!"

"Yes," Neroon admitted and pushed some locks out of his lover's face, "You have been challenging me from the start and although I like your fire, I had to show you that I am not going to set aside my principles. I won't make you mine till after the ceremony. Why does this mean so much to you? Lie down next to me and tell me," Neroon demanded and pulled his lover down.

Marcus' clouded eyes stared at the lake and he didn't object as Neroon made him lie down in the shallow water. Soft waves splashed his chest and he used Neroon's chest to rest his head on.

"I asked you a question," Neroon reminded him.

"Neroon, I've spent my entire life looking for the one person I want to share this intimacy with and now that I found you…"

"Marcus," Neroon sighed in sudden understanding. "What do you want from me?"

"I want you to make love to me! To take me, make me scream out for more! Make me quiver and shake with desire. I want to feel your weight press me down, to feel you inside me. Show me why I waited all those years! =I want you=, Neroon!" Lost, Marcus desperately locked eyes with the Minbari. "I'm so tired of waiting."

"I understand." Neroon ran his hand in long strokes over his lover's back. Marcus lay in his arms, facing him and Neroon draped one leg over his lover's legs. "Our first clash of wills," he commented amused. "Many will follow," he knew from looking into Marcus' eyes and realized he wanted to give his lover the intimacy which Marcus craved.

"No, you can't possibly understand," Marcus said saddened. "You've had lovers in the past…"

"A compromise then?" Neroon suggested, reviewing all options.

"Compromise?" Marcus echoed, his interest suddenly awakened. Softly, he teasingly bit Neroon just above the collarbone, desperate to demonstrate his desire.

Unable to stop a moan from fleeing his lips, Neroon growled as sharp teeth buried themselves in his neck. He had to stop Marcus now while he was still in control of his desire. "No," Neroon whispered and pushed Marcus onto his back, quickly rolling himself on top, surprised to feel the tip of Marcus' erect shaft press against his belly. You really need this, Marcus, he realized and accepted the truth.

"Neroon?" Marcus whispered, arching his back and wriggling underneath the warrior's heavy body. It felt so good to have Neroon press him down like this.

"Listen carefully," Neroon said in a firm tone. "I cannot take you now, even though I want to."

"Why?" Marcus breathed and tried to free his hands, but Neroon had a tight grip on them, pinning them down next to his head.

"Minbari have to follow certain rules when mating, especially during their first time. I need to make preparations, locate the right items…"

"I’m sorry. I mean no disrespect for your ways, but," Marcus sighed; knowing he had to respect Neroon's wishes, but couldn't dismiss his own need. "Let's assume we wait until I've performed the Nafak'Cha with you… Delenn will want to leave at once to settle the civil war and you will go with her… when will I see you again? What if you die in that bloody civil war? I respect your need for ceremony, but... all I am asking is to make love to me while we're here, while =you're= still here!"

Neroon couldn't deny Marcus' logical reasoning.

"A compromise," Marcus said pleadingly. "Can't we speak some kind of vow before the Nafak'Cha takes place? I know ceremony is important to you, but I want you to take me…" his voice dropped and a tear slid down his cheek.

Neroon licked it from his skin and kissed his lover's eyes. "I will give you what you want, Marcus…" Neroon promised and considered the human squirming underneath him. "Yes, a compromise," Neroon said eventually. "Tonight, at sunset we will meet here. We will speak the Nara'lash'Cha, the committing vow… You expressed your desire to be taken… It will be done… but understand this…"

"Yes?" Marcus asked breathlessly, hypnotized by the fire in Neroon's eyes.

"The committing vow binds you to me and cannot be broken…The Nafak'Cha will make our liaison official... " His lips brushed Marcus' brow and he used his tongue to trace his lover's lips. "You will be mine for the rest your life."

"And =you= will be =mine=, Neroon, don't forget that!" Marcus teased, immensely relieved they had found a solution that suited them both. "I want to see you aroused," Marcus whispered wickedly. To find out what I got myself into by telling you I want to be taken! Marcus sucked in his breath as Neroon's shaft pushed against his buttocks. "Not fair!" he chided the warrior. " I want to see you!"

"That can be arranged." Neroon lifted himself off the ground and leaped to his feet. Proud, he looked into Marcus' eyes. "Are you satisfied?" he inquired and was delighted to see his lover gulp.

"Yesss," Marcus purred and wondered how Neroon planned to take him… I don't regret making this demand, he mused, seeing Neroon's thick, slick shaft.

Satisfied with Marcus' reaction Neroon walked away from him to get dressed. Using his discipline he let his arousal die and slipped into his uniform.

Marcus shook his head to rid himself of his fantasies and rolled onto his stomach. For one lazy moment he imaged Neroon's heavy body lay on top of his, the Minbari ready to penetrate him deeply. "Bugger," he cursed as his erection throbbed painfully.

Neroon caught that curse and grinned. Walking over to his grey robes he picked them up from the grass. Momentarily lost in thought he didn't hear Marcus approach him from behind.

Reaching for Neroon, Marcus enfolded the Minbari in his arms. "You should have told me about those robes. I finally realized their purpose when Talin asked me whose robes I was wearing…" he softly berated his lover.

"It does not matter any more." Neroon stepped out of Marcus' embrace and turned around. "The Grey Council no longer exists."

"Why did you offer them to me?" Marcus obeyed as Neroon told him to raise his arms. Quickly he pulled them over his head and into place.

"You needed robes to sleep in and to me they no longer have a special meaning." Neroon faced him and wondered about the human in his arms. “We should return to the facility," Neroon said eventually, knowing they would attract looks. They had been out here alone all night and Marcus was once more wearing his grey robes. It would be obvious to all that he had chosen the human as his beloved. Let them know the truth… Drallier's hate almost caused the demise of our love…I want them to know we are meant to be together!

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Sech Turval had impatiently awaited their return and now rushed to the main hall to intercept them. "Marcus, Neroon… I need to talk to both of you!" Some of his anger and worry showed in his voice and he berated himself for it. Luckily no trainees had paid them any attention and the teacher gestured them to follow him to his office. Seeing the grey robes on Marcus briefly stunned him, but as he shifted his glance to the human's eyes he was truly amazed to see the calm and acceptance they radiated.

"Sech Turval," Marcus started slowly after the teacher had closed the door behind him.

"Sit down," Sech Turval said impatiently.

"I prefer to stand," Neroon replied and prepared himself for one of Sech Turval's lectures, which he knew so well from personal experience.

"What do you think you are doing? Both of you!" The teacher paced the office.

Marcus and Neroon exchanged a look, wondering what this was all about. Neroon moved a little closer to his lover and grinned. "We upset Sech Turval." Marcus returned the smirk.

"Yes, you did!" Sech Turval sighed, agitated. "Neroon, you should know better than letting Marcus walk around in grey robes. Now every one knows…"

"That I was Grey once? Let them." Neroon shrugged his shoulders.

"And you," Sech Turval turned to Marcus. "Why did you take Drallier on by yourself? He would have killed you!"

"He surprised me," Marcus replied defensively, amazed at Sech Turval's tone.

"While you… disappeared..." Sech Turval looked them both in the eyes, guessing what they had been up to. "I've had the warrior caste breathing down my neck."

"Why?" Neroon asked alert. The warrior caste shouldn't know he was here.

"They received messages, telling them you are here and they want to know why!" Sech Turval sat down, clutching his head in his hands.

"What did you tell them?" Neroon placed his right hand possessively on Marcus' back.

Marcus blinked his eyes feeling that touch and suddenly remembered being lectured by his mother after William and he had been up to some mischief. Yes, he felt like a little boy again, challenging authority and this time Neroon was his alley.

"I could not tell them the real reason, could I?" the teacher muttered fatigued. "Alit Neroon is here to conspire against your caste leader Shai Alit Shakiri." He growled irritated. Looking at the two men in front of him he saw mirth, mixed in with guilt in their eyes.

"What did you tell them!" Neroon asked a second time, but a moment later he realized the truth, "You told them I am here to claim my lover?"

"It was the safest thing to say!" Sech Turval replied annoyed. "They did not approve of your choice…"

"Of course they did not!" Neroon exclaimed and looked Marcus in the eyes. "They will be most upset to learn that I have chosen a human Anla'Shok as my beloved."

"Shakiri will never give you his blessing, Neroon," Sech Turval pointed out to him.

"I do not need it." Neroon didn't know how to feel about this. He had wanted to inform Shakiri himself and in a more private setting. "Well, at least we don't have to hide our relationship any longer," he told Marcus whose eyes had darkened.

"And now what?" Marcus asked wary, not sure this was a good thing.

"We will wait for Shakiri to contact me," Neroon mused and cocked his head. "Delenn will arrive within two days, maybe even earlier… and after the Nafak'Cha has been performed we will deal with Shakiri. He does not care about his caste. Shakiri is only after personal profit and he will sacrifice Minbari lives to get what he wants. I need to contact Delenn and my clan's men."

"Then do so, before we lose control over this situation," Sech Turval advised his former student.

Neroon released his lover and said, "I will meet you at sunset. In the mean time I have to straighten this out."

Marcus blushed slightly and caught Sech Turval's knowing expression. "I'll be there," he promised weakly.

"Oh, I know you will!" Neroon wisecracked and his booming laughter swept through the office as he stepped into the corridor.

Marcus wanted to leave as well, but Sech Turval's tense voice called him back.

"Marcus, I want a word with you in private, =now=!"

Cautiously, Marcus sat down. Something about the teacher’s eyes worried him. “Talk about what?”

“About you and Neroon. Do you know what you have gotten yourself into by accepting him as your mate? He =is= warrior caste.”

“What are you trying to tell me?”

“No caste will ever truly accept you, a human,” Sech Turval explained. “I do not know Neroon’s plans but there is no solution for this problem… Except for Neroon leaving his caste I cannot think of a way for the two of you to be together.”

“I know…” Marcus whispered and guilt slipped back into his soul without him ever noticing it. “I don’t want him to be forced into leaving his caste… Neroon deserves better than that. Maybe I should abandon this idea while I still can.” His heart pounded frantically in his throat and he swallowed hard. “But I do love him…”

Sech Turval smiled weakly. “And he loves you, but this love is impossible!”

Marcus rose to his feet and walked over to the window. I can’t let this happen. Minbari can’t survive without the support of their caste and Neroon would lose everything…Sech Turval is right, they will never accept me as one of their own and Neroon will pay the price for loving me. Totally confused, every certainty in his life vanished like quicksand beneath his feet. His love for Neroon, the knowledge that the warrior wanted him too… they became worthless as he realized Neroon would probably become an outcast.

“Neroon asked me to invite him to the Nafak’Cha, to enable him to make this liaison official. I can deny him that request.” Sech Turval disliked doing this to Marcus, but Neroon would be lost without his honor, his clan.

“No,” Marcus finally replied. “This is Neroon’s decision. If he wants to give it all up we can’t stop him. He knows what he wants and won’t stop short of getting it." Marcus stared at his robes. “Neroon doesn’t mind that I’m human…” A smile appeared on his face as he locked eyes with Sech Turval, “After the poison had lost its effect he told me I was Minbari in spirit and that he had found the other part of his soul. Valen help me, I feel the same way. I love him, Sech Turval.”

“In that case I hope Neroon will find a way to resolve this situation,” the old teacher sighed. He had known from the start that the two men were determined to go through with this. “I must admit I am pleased seeing the two of you together. It has been many cycles since Neroon’s eyes sparkled with delight… I have known him for a long time,” he added, seeing Marcus’ curious expression, “Death has crossed his path too many times. Tarek got killed on his first mission and Neroon’s family died during the Earth-Minbari war. When Branmer succumbed to death Neroon went mad with grief. You made him feel again… I nearly abandoned that hope.” Sech Turval got to his feet and joined the human to look out of the window. “It is already late… but the trainees would be honored if you would spar with some of them.”

Marcus smiled as he nodded his head. "But first I need to change my clothes.” Looking up at his former teacher Marcus chuckled, “Neroon never told me the meaning of these robes…”

“That does not surprise me. I told you he is a private man,” Sech Turval countered. “A clean uniform is waiting for you in Neroon’s guest quarters. I will tell the trainees that you will join us in… 30 minutes?”

“I’ll be there,” Marcus promised and bowed slightly. But in the back of his head a small voice mocked him, telling him it was wrong to let Neroon sacrifice everything he had achieved so far… but it didn’t outweigh his need to have the Minbari close.

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Neroon terminated the connection after he had spoken to Shakiri. Things weren’t as bad as he had feared. Shakiri still trusted him, but had expressed his distinct dislike of his choice.

“A human mate is not acceptable.”

“When will they accept the truth?” Neroon wondered. “Minbari souls are being reborn into human bodies each day and still they deny it happens! I will not change my mind, or my choice of mate,” he repeated the answer he had given Shakiri. The Shai Alit’s eyes had flashed dangerously.

“I refuse to give my permission for such a liaison.”

Shakiri’s discomfort had clearly showed on the screen. Neroon had barely been able to suppress his anger. Sitting down cross-legged on the floor he allowed his mind to slip into a meditative state. I need to wait for Delenn to arrive. Maybe we can find a way to remove Shakiri from his position. Without him the warrior caste might listen to reason! Green eyes appeared in his mind and he softly cursed himself for remembering the way Marcus had looked as he had found release. Will he look at me in that way when I take him for the first time?

“Alit?” Matham disliked disturbing Neroon when meditating, but he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Yes?” Neroon opened his eyes, inhaled deeply and centered himself. He had instructed Matham to get all the items he needed to honor Marcus’ request. I already convinced Matham to give humans a fair chance. Now I have to find a way to convince the rest!

“I have gathered all the items you required,” Matham said and showed him a small package, decorated with ancient writing.

Neroon fought back a tear, remembering placing all the items inside himself before he had made love to Tarek for the first time. “Put it on the floor.”

Matham obeyed and looked up. An uncertain expression showed in his eyes.

“What is it?” Neroon asked and got to his feet. Stretching his body he checked the time. The sun would set shortly.

“Drallier…”

“What orders did Sech Turval give you?” Neroon knew he should have handled this matter himself, but at the time anger had consumed him.

“Sech Turval confined him to his guest rooms and the Anla’Shok are taking turns guarding him. We do not know how to proceed,” Matham explained and looked up questioningly. “Drallier asked for your permission to carry out Fl’asan.”

“No!” Neroon replied without giving it a second thought, “Ritual suicide is out of the question!” Neroon looked at Matham and the Minbari respectfully lowered his eyes. Why would he ask for Fl’asan? he wondered. “I want to talk to him, now.”

“Of course, Alit. I will take you to his rooms.” Matham felt better now that he had brought the matter to Neroon’s attention, scared that Drallier would take his life after all.

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Drallier had kneeled in front of the window and now stared at the growing darkness. He had refused all food and drink the Anla’Shok had brought him, too ashamed to touch it. Last night had been the longest of his life as he had mentally replayed his attempt to kill Marcus. And yet he pleaded on my behalf. The human asked Alit Neroon to be lenient and to let me live…That revelation had stunned him, had made him speechless and he had sat there for hours before a sudden insight had washed through him. Slowly he was beginning to understand Alit Neroon’s reason for letting the human live. Shai Alit Shakiri had told them that the humans were the enemy, set on disrupting their ancient caste system and that the rumors the religious caste had spread had been fed to them by the half-breed Delenn, who was no longer a true Minbari. It was impossible that Minbari souls would choose to be reincarnated in human bodies... But the seed of doubt had been planted the moment Marcus had saved his life. Alit Neroon would have killed him. My actions brought dishonor to the Star Riders and it will be Neroon who will have to answer to Shakiri for my misguided actions. If only I had listened to Matham who tried telling me that Alit Neroon would only choose a worthy mate. Now there is no way out for me, except for the Fl’asan. As the door opened he turned around, leaping to his feet. Seeing it was Alit Neroon who entered the room he bowed his head in shame.

Neroon studied his former guard and his anger returned. But the fact that Drallier didn’t answer his gaze calmed him again. The guard’s expression had changed and the insanity seemed to have lifted from his features. “I forbid you to commit Fl’asan. You will face the consequences of your deeds.”

“Yes, Alit,” Drallier whispered hoarsely. Desperate he fell to his knees. “I will do your bidding.”

“Why ask for Fl’asan?” Neroon walked up to Drallier whose hands had turned into fists.

“Because I dishonored you and our clan. I acted on my own and… made a grave error in judgement.” Drallier drew a deep breath as Neroon halted in front of him.

“Look at me,” Neroon ordered; he wanted to search Drallier’s eyes for the truth.

Hesitantly, Drallier carried out that order. Neroon’s expression was stern.

“What grave mistake?” Neroon cocked his head impatiently.

“I had no right to judge the human Anla’Shok. I assumed he had corrupted you but… I was wrong…” Drallier licked his lips nervously. “Ever since they brought me here I only hear his words, asking you to let me live, to show mercy and compassion. I was intent on killing him when I entered your guest rooms.”

“Because you could not kill me.” Neroon suddenly realized how deep Drallier’s hate had burned. “That was why I knew you would go after Marcus. A Minbari does not kill Minbari, so you had to kill Marcus instead.”

“Yes,” Drallier admitted guiltily. “Only now I realize my mistake… Alit…” Drallier looked up pleadingly. “Shai Alit Shakiri has been lying to us, has he not? Telling us that humans are an inferior race…”

“Yes, he has,” Neroon replied pleased. “Humans are unlike any other race I ever encountered. When I went after Delenn, Marcus confronted me, knowing he would not win that fight.” Neroon sat on his heels, level with Drallier. “Do you want to know why I let him live?”

“Yes, Alit!” Drallier whispered hungrily. He had forfeited his life when he had attacked the human trainee, but maybe he would die knowing the truth.

“He invoked the name of Valen when I prepared myself to deal that lethal blow. I was shocked to realize that in his final moments a human was more of a Minbari than I… His human body harbors a Minbari soul…” Neroon saw understanding in Drallier’s eyes.

“Valen forgive me…” Drallier whispered shaken. “I should never have listened to those lies. I should have trusted your instinct instead!”

Neroon rose and paced the room for a few moments. “I do not know what to do next. You committed these crimes against humans, not Minbari. Therefore you should be judged by a human court…”

Drallier bowed his head again. His fate was in Neroon’s hands.

“But they will not understand your dilemma, your inner conflict…” Neroon pondered this problem and finally reached a decision. “Do you regret your actions?”

“Yes, I do,” Drallier whispered in a trembling tone. “I attacked the young trainee because I mistook him for Marcus in the dark and… when I realized my mistake it was too late. I had already delivered several stab wounds to his body.”

“You never told me you had mastered the art of Kalen’tha,” Neroon said curiously.

“Before I joined the Star Riders I was taught the art by Ganal.”

Neroon recognized the name. “Ganal taught me as well.”

“I should never have abused my knowledge…” Drallier slowly got to his feet and leaned against the wall for support as his knees nearly gave out on him. “Please allow me to perform the Fl’asan. It will solve your dilemma.”

 “No,” Neroon repeated and searched Drallier’s eyes for a last time. Satisfied with the result he revealed his decision to Drallier. “You nearly took two lives. William will recover and Talin will aid him until he is fully healed. You abused Talin’s honor too.”

“Yes, I did,” Drallier admitted and wished there was a way to undo his crimes.

“I need to ponder your punishment. Until I have reached my final decision you will aid Master Durhann in training the young students.”

“What?” Drallier stuttered baffled.

“I think you repent your deeds and like Marcus said I have to forgive and show compassion or else our people will never find their way back. The fighting has to stop, the killing has to end.” Neroon nodded his head. “Forfeit this last chance and you will answer to me personally, as I will end your life after challenging you to Denn’Sha. Now go. You have received your orders.”

Stunned, Drallier stumbled to the door and stared into Matham’s startled eyes as he stepped into the corridor. Matham immediately extended his Denn’bok in case Drallier was trying to flee.

“He forgave me, Matham,” Drallier stuttered. “Alit Neroon forgave me!” He laughed bitterly. “I tried to kill his lover and he forgives me?”

“Stay with him, Matham. Guide him, show him the way of the warrior.”

“Yes, Alit,” Matham replied touched, amazed at Neroon’s newfound wisdom. 

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Marcus had to admit he liked sparing with the trainees and he noticed Master Durhann’s inquisitive look when he carried out an attack he had invented himself.

“You have improved your skills,” the old teacher complimented Marcus and gestured them to stop fighting. “You always were talented, but now you have challenged yourself to improvise during the fight. I am impressed.”
           

The trainees held their breath. Master Durhann had never before praised anyone in this fashion and it took them aback that a human was worthy of such a compliment.

Talin smiled, relieved he had been allowed to stay and continue his training. Sech Turval had spoken on his behalf and even William had asked the teachers to give the young Minbari a second chance. William was still in the infirmary and Talin was determined to visit him every day till the human was released.

Marcus blushed slightly and for the first time felt like he deserved the compliment. “Thank you, Master Durhann,” he said in a firm tone. “But a student is only as good as his teacher and you taught me everything I know.”

Master Durhann inclined his head, accepting the returned compliment. Turning to the trainees he said, “I want you to form pairs and…” His voice faltered, seeing Matham and Drallier approach. Quickly he addressed one of the Anla’Shok present. “What is Drallier doing here?”

Drallier felt their stares and shame bit into his soul for the way he had behaved. Noticing Talin among the trainees he shot the young Minbari an apologetic look. “Your sister was never in any real danger.”

Talin sighed relieved. The first thing he had done after Drallier had been arrested had been contacting her. Hearing her voice had reassured him she was unharmed.

Marcus tightened his grip on his pike, uncertain why Drallier had come here. Neroon had told him the guard had been arrested.

“I… ask for your forgiveness, Anla’Shok,” Drallier said in a shaky tone. Unable to look into Marcus’ eyes he simply stared at the floor. “I attacked William by mistake… but you… I wanted to kill you. Now I know I misjudged you.”

Marcus’ eyes grew wide in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“Alit Neroon instructed me to help Master Durhann.” Drallier shuffled his feet, hoping the human would tell him to leave, wanting nothing more than to run and disappear.

Marcus smiled weakly, remembering telling Neroon to show compassion. “He forgave you?”

“Yes, but only because you asked him to be lenient,” Drallier admitted.

“If Neroon trusts you I’ll have to do the same,” Marcus realized and closed his pike. “I’ve got to leave now, but I’m sure Master Durhann has use for another assistant.” The look Durhann gave him made Marcus cringe. Apparently the old teacher wasn’t as forgiving.

Master Durhann didn’t like this development, but couldn’t go against Neroon’s orders in public. “You can correct their mistakes,” he told Drallier and turned his back on the former guard and addressed his students. “Back to work!”

Marcus attached his pike to his belt and was about to step into the corridor as Drallier suddenly rushed over to him. “Yes?” Marcus asked, seeing the desperate expression in the Minbari's eyes.

“I pray to Valen that one day you can forgive me. I burdened my soul by trying to take your life, but… I did not understand!” Drallier said pained.

“And now you do?” Marcus asked, wondering what Neroon had told Drallier to cause this change in the man.

“A Minbari does not kill Minbari. Alit Neroon reminded me of that and I finally understand, yes. A Minbari soul…” Embarrassed, Drallier’s voice faded away.

“So that’s what Neroon told you?” Marcus shook his head in disbelief. Why is he telling everyone I possess a Minbari soul? As his eyes searched the room he realized the sun was about to set and he remembered his deal with Neroon. “I’ve got to go, Drallier…”

Drallier bowed, offered him a traditional greeting and returned to Master Durhann and the trainees.

Somewhat upset Marcus left the training facility, eager to talk to Neroon.

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“Neroon? Where are you?” Marcus called into the half dark and studied the downtrodden grass. Someone had been here not so long ago and maybe he could track the warrior down. His questions required answers.

“I am here.” Neroon stepped away from the bushes, which had hidden him from Marcus’ view. A glow simmered beneath Marcus’ tense appearance and Neroon realized something had upset his lover. The passion Marcus had emanated earlier that day had strongly diminished. Automatically he adjusted his behavior and calmly walked over to the human, intent on finding out what had caused this change. “You are tense.”

“Drallier showed up rather unexpectedly.” Marcus pulled the long cloak closer to his body. It was growing cold again now that the sun had set.

“Yes, I told him to report to Master Durhann.” Neroon kept a slight, but significant distance on purpose, trying to read Marcus’ expression and wished for the return of that passionate hunger he had tasted earlier.

“Why did you tell him that I possess a Minbari soul?”

“For two reasons.” Neroon gestured Marcus to walk with him. “One… I feel like I know your soul. We might have been companions in an another lifetime.”

Marcus joined him, relying on the warrior’s excellent sight to guide him through the darkness.

“Minbari believe that groups of souls travel together. I believe that our souls met before,” Neroon said in a determined tone.

That explanation makes sense. He didn’t have such elaborate ideas about an afterlife or reincarnation, but was willing to accept Neroon’s. “What about the second reason?” Marcus placed a hesitant arm around the warrior’s waist.

Neroon smiled, feeling that touch and continued his explanation. “Convincing all three castes that Minbari souls are being reborn into human bodies might be the one reason for them to accept humans as equals… and you as one of their own. I will use every advantage I have in this struggle against ignorance. The warrior caste cannot be allowed to win this war, neither can the religious caste. Such a victory would only shatter the fragile balance and would destroy our ancient civilization.”

“I finally understand,” Marcus whispered. “You planned this right from the start, didn’t you?”

“Subconsciously perhaps.” Neroon led his lover into a hidden cave. Here he had once spent a night many cycles ago when he had tried to come to terms with Tarek’s death after Sech Turval had helped him to perform the ceremony. This sheltered and secluded place was ideal for carrying out the ritual. Exchanging their vows had to be done in silence and privacy.

“I never noticed this cave before. How did you know it was here?” He followed Neroon inside as the Minbari gently pulled him along. A small fire burned in the center of the cave and sufficiently lit the cave. Surprised, Marcus looked at the candles stuck into the ground, which hadn’t been lit yet. He also noticed the valuable looking box next to the fire and couldn’t help making a comment. “And you planned this too!”

“Yes,” Neroon confessed. “The committing vow requires ceremony as well.” Neroon sat down cross-legged and gestured Marcus to do the same. Slowly, he pulled the box closer and opened it. Some of the earlier tension had thankfully disappeared and he felt comfortable enough to proceed.

So what do I do? Marcus sat down opposite Neroon. The fire reflected shadowy images on to the walls and for some reason shivers ran down his spine. This was the moment he had been waiting for his entire life. Real commitment… “Tell me about the ritual?”

“Of course.” Neroon retrieved two items from the box. “The sacred scrolls,” he whispered and unrolled the parchment. “The Nafak’Cha is a tradition held high by the religious caste, while the committing vow belongs to the custom of the warrior caste.”

Smiling, Marcus listened to Neroon’s hypnotizing voice and suddenly discovered beauty in those dark eyes, a revelation that took him aback. Maybe it’s true and our souls recognized each other? How else do I explain this startling attraction between us? It’s almost like we're being pulled closer the entire time.

Uncovering a second scroll Neroon handed it to his lover. “I know you do not speak the tongue of the warrior caste so I tried to translate the words to the best of my ability.” A sly grin slid onto his dace. “Therefore Sech Turval assisted me.”

That old fox! Marcus remembered the teacher’s attempt to make him reconsider his answer. He tested me! Tested my love for Neroon! I’ll never again underestimate a Minbari! Hesitantly, yet curious, Marcus accepted the scroll and quickly glanced at the words.

“I underlined the parts you must speak.” Neroon lifted another item from the ground and placed its tip into the fire.

“What’s the knife for?” Marcus inquired suspiciously. Why would Neroon need a curved knife?

“The blood seal,” Neroon replied calmly.

“Blood seal?”

“Yes, a small cut in the palm of our hands will seal the agreement.” Neroon got to his feet and took a small branch from the fire, which he used to light all the candles. “Come and join me in this circle which has no beginning or ending.”

As Marcus rose to his feet to step closer to Neroon his knees almost gave out on him. A part of him still couldn’t believe that this was really happening. It felt like a dream.

“Place your right hand on my chest,” Neroon instructed; experiencing a similar sense of disbelief. When he had arrived here six days ago he had never thought Marcus would ever agree to be his mate. His hand trembled as he placed it on his lover’s to push it toward his heart, which was pounding too quickly. I am nervous.

Looking at the scroll, Marcus realized Neroon had to speak his part first.

“Last chance,” Neroon said teasingly, reminding them both of their bout in Down Below only a year ago. “Are you certain you want to proceed?”

“Yes!” Marcus replied firmly.

Neroon nodded once and then tightened the hold he had on Marcus’ icy cold hand. At least I am not the only one who is nervous!

The ranger grinned, feeling Neroon’s clammy hand on his.

“And so it begins,” Neroon said in a resolved voice which resonated through the cave, speaking the first words of the ritual. “We are not bodies alone. In a dream with a mind of its own I recognized you… The one I will lay down on ancient ground. I will give my heart and soul to the one… to you.”

Marcus swallowed hard, hearing that least sentence. The one? Marcus moistened his lips. Neroon waited for him to speak his part and he shivered as his eyes flew across the lines. It feels like they were written for me specifically! Forcing himself to look into Neroon’s eyes, he squeezed the warrior’s hand for support. Neroon reacted by caressing his fingers and encouraged, he started to speak. “I feel strong. I am finally at peace. The war is all gone by no cause of my own. Like a lighting cuts through the sky, your wings will take me home. I will give my heart and soul to the one… to you.”

Pleased, Neroon smiled affectionately. “This last part we must speak simultaneously.”

Marcus took a deep breath and moved a little closer to Neroon, whose heartbeat sped up beneath his fingertips. He waited for Neroon to pronounce the first syllable and then joined in. Their firm voices didn’t waver as they recited the last words.

“We no longer walk in the darkness of a dream. The dream is no more and we will live a life in love… for the one, I will give my heart and soul.”

Neroon interlaced his fingers with his lover’s and then reached down to take hold of the knife, which tip glowed fiercely. “What is done can never be undone,” he said and placed the tip on the palm of his right hand. “Let me show you.” Neroon made a small incision, which hardly caused the wound to bleed.

Marcus suddenly saw two similar scars in Neroon’s palm and remembered the warrior had lost two lovers before, one to death, the other to her calling.

A few drops of blood showed and Neroon waited for Marcus’ permission to continue with the ritual.

The ranger stretched the palm of his hand and offered it to Neroon. Locking eyes with the warrior he said, “Do it.” A moment later the tip cut his skin and it started to bleed slightly. Marcus held Neroon’s gaze the entire time and smiled.

The hot metal almost instantly closed the wound and Neroon acted quickly as he pressed their palms together. “Let our blood become one. You are now bound to me as I am bound to you… For life…”

“For life,” Marcus repeated and sighed, relieved they had completed the ritual without incident. Slowly, sensually, he slipped his other hand behind Neroon’s neck and pulled his lover closer. “You’re mine for life,” he said again as if to convince himself. “And now kiss me.”

“As you wish,” Neroon mumbled and immediately yielded to his lover’s fire.

Marcus tightly wrapped his arms around the Minbari, ignoring the already closing, but immensely irritating, wound in the palm of his hand. “Now what?” he inquired after he had released Neroon’s lips.

“You expressed your desire to be taken,” Neroon reminded him teasingly.

“Yes, I did,” Marcus sighed and avoided Neroon’s eyes. Only a few hours ago everything had appeared so clear as lust had consumed his thoughts, but now…

“Did you change your mind?” Neroon smiled a wicked grin, realizing Marcus was nervous.

“Neroon?” Marcus searched the Minbari’s eyes and found the answer he was looking for. Neroon would comply with his decision, no matter what he wanted. “I’m not that sure any longer. Earlier at the lake I knew what I wanted, but now…”

“I understand… I will rekindle that passionate fire in you. Will you let me?” Neroon smoothed back the long hair that had partly obscured his lover’s face.

“Yes,” Marcus replied firmly. “I want you to make love to me.”

“It shall be done,” Neroon promised and brushed Marcus’ lips with a gentle fingertip. “But not here in the cold.”

Marcus looked about. It was true, this wasn’t an ideal spot. Much too cold and moist. “We would probably catch a cold in here without our clothes on!”

“I made a promise…” Neroon pulled his lover toward the entrance. “Your first time will be special.” Once outside he looked up at the star lit sky.

“Here?” Marcus wanted to know, not looking forward to freezing in the cold. Neroon’s body would do little to protect him from the icy wind.

“No, not here. Maybe one day though, when the weather is more agreeable.” Once more searching his surroundings he called out, “Matham?”

The guard immediately left his hiding place. “The flyer is waiting for you, as you instructed, Alit.” Matham smiled seeing the drops of dried blood on their hands and ignored Marcus’ stunned expression.

“Good,” Neroon growled. “You are dismissed then. I will contact you upon my return.”

Matham nodded his head and started his walk back to the training facility.

“A flyer?” Marcus smiled questioningly.

“Yes, and it will take us to our final destination.” Neroon loved seeing the annoyance in Marcus’ eyes.

“Final destination?” Marcus stepped inside and moved into the front.

“I will pilot the shuttle.” Neroon sat down near the control panel, which consisted only of crystals.

Sitting down next to Neroon, Marcus curiously studied each detail. It resembled Delenn’s flyer, but several modifications had been made in its design. The doors closed automatically and Neroon fired up the engines for take off. Marcus simply stared at Neroon whose silence only fed his curiosity about the warrior’s plans for him.

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“Care to tell me where we’re going?” Marcus was trying to make sense of the readings displayed on the screen. But he couldn’t read the alien symbols and deduced it had to be a code specifically used by the warrior caste.

“I own a small residence just outside Tuzanor,” Neroon finally revealed and calmly studied Marcus’ surprised expression.

“And?”

Marcus’ knitted brow told him that his lover had no idea what to make of this development and Neroon decided to take away that uncertainty. “I want to do this right, Marcus, no interruptions, no matters which require our attention. Tonight I want to be with you… This night I will be yours, only yours.”

Marcus smiled tenderly; amazed at the amount of affection the warrior bore him. “I wonder what I did to deserve your love, Neroon.”

“Why do you say that?” Neroon inquired, hearing the odd tone to Marcus’ voice. At his command the flyer dropped altitude and he prepared for their landing.

“I don’t know,” Marcus admitted shyly and his stomach knotted in nervous apprehension.

Neroon grinned, seeing the nervousness in his lover’s eyes. “We will be alone here, Marcus. No one will interrupt us. We will make love the entire night… Give each other pleasure…”

That’s easy for you to say! Marcus grew tense. You've made love to someone before! You know what to do, how to react! Yes, I’ve read books, seen vids, but… I never thought my first time would be with a man! I always assumed it would be Hasina or Susan! Now, I don’t know what to do.

Neroon instinctively knew what worried his lover, but decided not to address the matter head on. There was no need to force this situation. Marcus wanted him as much as he craved the human. Desire and lust would surface when the time was right and take away all nervousness and hesitance. “I am going to initiate landing procedures.” A moment later the flyer touched Minbari soil again and Neroon opened the doors. “Come, I will show you around,” he said and folded an arm around Marcus who trembled slightly. Neroon locked eyes with him. “There is no need to be nervous,” he finally said, no longer able to ignore the lost expression in Marcus’ eyes.

Marcus ignored the remark, too busy studying his surroundings. “Is this the place you mentioned?” A tall crystalline structure rose in front of him, consisting of purple and blue glass, which cast reflections in the moonlight.

“Yes.” Neroon led his lover inside. The door, which had opened at the command of his voice, quickly closed again. Inside, candles lit the corridor and a soft, almost golden light emanating from the ceiling strengthened their glow. “My staff made preparations for our arrival, but they are gone now.”

“Neroon?” His heart pounded like mad in his throat, now fully realizing why they had come here and certain images he had seen in books and vids roamed his head. What will it be like? Making love to Neroon?

“Yes?” Neroon replied patiently as another door opened to reveal a large hall, equipped with soft carpet, huge pillows and low square tables, the Minbari equivalent of a living room. Releasing Marcus, he walked over to one of the tables to pick up a tray.

Marcus stood in the center of the room, feeling vulnerable and wished he knew what Neroon wanted him to do next.

“Sit with me.” Neroon made himself comfortable in the center of several huge pillows after placing the tray on to the floor. Lying down slowly, he patted the empty space next to him, indicating Marcus should join him. “You are worried, why?” 

Marcus sat down next to the warrior, but wrapped his arms around his legs, resting his chin on his knees and kept his distance. “I don’t know what’s wrong! Yesterday at the lake I thought I knew what I want from you, but now…” Peeking at Neroon, he wondered about the warrior’s carefree expression.

“You need the physical side to our relationship, Marcus,” Neroon said and added in thought, More than I do and subconsciously you know that. Neroon smiled reassuringly. “But you do not know what to expect from our first sexual encounter and so you feel insecure. That is perfectly understandable.”

“I guess everyone feels like this during their first time… did you?” Marcus asked hesitantly and stared at the goblet Neroon now offered him. The red liquid smelled awfully sweet and he was reminded of the red wine he’d had once with dinner in the Zocalo.

“I did. Tarek did… all lovers do.” Neroon pointed at the goblet, realizing he had to step away from the subject to give Marcus the time to compose himself again. “I want to welcome you to our home, which is yours as well from now on… Imagine, after the wars are over we may want to return to live here… Just the two of us… Now drink…”

Marcus noticed the eager gleam in Neroon’s eyes and wondered if the Minbari was setting him up. “What’s this?” he asked suspiciously, sniffing at the substance.

“Something which will help you calm down, settle your nervousness,” Neroon said seductively and sipped from his own drink. “An… aphrodisiac.”

Marcus choked on his first sip and stared into Neroon’s amused eyes. “What?”

“You heard me the first time… empty it,” Neroon commanded and leaned in closer to tousle Marcus’ hair while placing his other hand underneath his lover’s goblet, forcing him to place it at his lips again. “You trust me, do you not?”

“Yes, I do.” Marcus swallowed the sweet liquid which burned itself a way to his stomach. Suddenly lips brushed his and Marcus leaned back into the comfort of the pillows to watch Neroon’s dark eyes turn to near black. Warmth rose from his stomach and he suddenly realized the drink caused the sensation. Images of Neroon pressing him down on to his back floated into his mind. “Here? Will you take me here?”

“No,” Neroon said firmly, immediately understanding the question. “I will make you mine shortly, but not here. We should get you out of those clothes first…”

Marcus lazily nodded his head as the glow spread through the rest of his trembling body. “What was in that drink?” he wondered aloud, looking up at Neroon whose face now hovered above his.

“A secret concoction,” Neroon whispered. “It is tradition to offer it to an inexperienced lover, especially when becoming intimate for the first time.” Neroon slipped a hand underneath Marcus’ neck and supported him as he pulled his lover upright. Marcus’ cloaked eyes made him smile. Thankfully Banner warned me to adjust the potion … as it was never intended for humans.

Marcus couldn’t bring himself to disconnect from Neroon’s eyes and simply stared into them. “Kiss me?” he asked pleadingly as the sensual hunger returned.

Immediately Neroon claimed his lips and pulled him closer. Marcus parted his teeth and his tongue slid inside to wrap itself around the human’s. A taste of the potion still lingered here and Neroon chuckled softly as Marcus’ hands fought themselves a way into his uniform. The potion worked properly and had awoken his lover’s arousal while it suppressed Marcus’ nervousness.

An urgent whimper left his lips as Neroon let go of him. “I want you.” Marcus shook his head, realizing he had spoken those words aloud. Want had echoed in his tone and he desperately wanted Neroon to make love to him.

“I know,” Neroon replied teasingly. His hand stole inside Marcus’ trousers and he was pleased to find him already erect. “Let me undress you.”

Marcus nodded slowly and gasped for breath as pure lust suddenly sliced through him.

“Lie down for a moment,” Neroon instructed and his hands quickly undid the belt. Briefly, he looked at the clasp and then to the ranger pin on Marcus’ tunic. “Minbari and human…” he whispered, finally understanding the symbolism.

“What?” Marcus quickly forgot his question as Neroon rid him of his tunic and shirt. Bare-chested, Marcus shivered in anticipation. Seeing Neroon lick his lips, Marcus reached out to pull the Minbari closer, overcome by unexpected lust.

But Neroon easily swept his hands away, laughing warmly. “Soon, my lover…” He straddled Marcus’ hips while his hand rubbed his lover’s erection through the fabric of his trousers.

Whimpering, Marcus arched up, trying to grind his erection into Neroon’s hand. His flesh tingled with lust and need. Unsuccessfully, Marcus tried to grab the Minbari’s wrists.

Marcus wriggled underneath him and he closely studied his lover. A question burned his lips, intent as he was to make Marcus experience true ecstasy. “How many times do you think you can come tonight?”

“Huh?” Marcus stuttered, slowly opening his draped eyes.

“I will find out.” Neroon pinched two rock hard nipples.

“Ne… roon,” Marcus whimpered as Neroon continued to roll sensitive nipples between his fingertips. “I want you too…”

Smiling, Neroon leaned down and closed his lips around one pink nipple to suckle it roughly, then biting the hardened flesh.

Wide-eyed Marcus stared at the ceiling and surrendered to the warm demanding sensation in his veins. Whatever Neroon had put in that drink had awakened his lust. I can’t take much more! I’ll beg him to make me come in no time! I want to feel him thrust, come while inside me!  Marcus bit his lip as Neroon’s tongue slithered up his chest to bite him playfully above his collarbone. Running his hands over Neroon’s clothes he grew irritated. “Get out of those clothes!” He craved feeling Neroon’s skin against his.

Neroon looked up and his lips showed small drops of blood as his teeth had broken his lover’s skin. Grinning, his fingers rubbed Marcus’ hard nipples, luring growls from the human’s lips and he knew that his lover was desperate to come. “Get to your feet.” He pulled Marcus upright.

Marcus winced, realizing how little effort it took Neroon to maneuvre him back on to his feet. Bereft of his lover’s lips he felt abandoned, but his interest woke again as Neroon started to take off his black uniform. Licking his lips he watched Neroon undress. “Oh, my God,” he whispered, seeing the well-trained body and excellent muscle definition. “Get rid of the trousers too,” he mumbled, eager to see Neroon stark naked.

Stepping out of his trousers, Neroon cocked his head. Not fighting his strong arousal he stood there, flaunting his erect manhood. And you want to be taken… By Valen, I will make you mine! “Now you are the one still clothed,” Neroon remarked and lunged for the human who reacted at once.

“Oh no,” Marcus sighed and teasingly moved out of Neroon’s range. Chuckling softly he said, “You shouldn’t have given me that drink! It’s making me giddy and light-headed!” His erection throbbed painfully and Marcus quickly unzipped his trousers to free himself from the confining garments.

Amused, Neroon slowly approached him. The effect of the potion is much stronger than I expected.

In a playful mood Marcus wanted Neroon to chase after him, but he forgot  the trousers around his ankles, hampering his movement and tripping him.

Neroon caught him, got rid of the trousers and pinned Marcus against the wall. Naked skin touched hot flesh and Marcus’ eyes lit up in a startling intensity. Do you know how much you need this? Me taking you?

Neroon’s erection pressed against his belly and Marcus moaned in want. “How much longer are you going to make me wait?”

“Not much longer,” Neroon assured him. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he whispered and Marcus obeyed as once. Supporting his lover after enfolding him in a hug, Neroon said, “But first, I will pleasure you…” Carrying his lover out of the room Neroon pushed Marcus’ head against his shoulder so the human couldn’t see where they were heading.

“Where are we going?” Marcus held on to Neroon for support. The warrior’s hands stole down to his buttocks, squeezing them hard. Inhaling Neroon’s scent, Marcus decided to retaliate and passionately suckled one of his lover’s nipples.

“You…!” Neroon quickly claimed Marcus’ lips to answer the passionate gesture.

Breathing along with Neroon to continue the kiss, Marcus realized they had left the living area and the sweet fragrance of flowers told him they had left the building. Sunlight almost blinded him. But it’s night! Warmth shone down from the heavens.

“Do you still want to be taken?” Neroon inquired teasingly and carried his lover to the magnificent waterfall. Its water thundered into a small lake and slowly Neroon laid him down on the grass.

Droplets of water splashed onto his head as the waterfall roared in his ears. “Laying me down on ancient ground?” Marcus asked, suddenly remembering Neroon’s earlier words.

“Yes, holy ground to me and my family,” he said in a determined tone. Marcus’ strong legs were still wrapped around his waist and the human refused to release him. Grabbing Marcus’ wrist, he pinned one arm down on to the grass and placed rough kisses all over his lover’s chest and belly. Neroon opened his right hand and revealed a glass flask, filled with a transparent substance.

“What?” Marcus asked, hearing the flask drop onto the grass. Neroon coaxed him into lying flat on his back and as he looked up… realizing there was no sky, just a warm light descending onto them. “Where are we?”

“So many questions,” Neroon berated him and squeezed Marcus’ erection, handing out delightful punishment. Intensely studying his lover’ eyes, Neroon realized Marcus was ready to take this last step.

Marcus ached up, instinctively trying to thrust against Neroon’s hand. Shivering in denied pleasure, he closed his eyes, softly cursing Neroon in his impatience.

Neroon sensually stroked the inside of his lover’s thighs and Marcus’ legs slowly released him as the human stretched his body on the moist grass.

His legs twitched uncontrollably as Neroon’s hand squeezed his scrotum while agile fingers stroked his hard flesh in the same rhythm. Arching up, Marcus wildly grabbed Neroon’s shoulders.

Delicious moans fled his lover’s lips now that Marcus was close to release. After looking once more at those draped green eyes, Neroon closed his lips around the tip of Marcus’ erection and suckled it hard.

Marcus screamed at that delightful manipulation. Violent spasms ran through his body as he came inside Neroon’s mouth, thrusting eagerly and realizing Neroon was allowing it.

Greedily swallowing his lover’s come, Neroon proceeded to lick him clean. A stunned expression in Marcus’ eyes was the only reward he craved. “One,” he said and was determined to make his lover come a second time later that night.

Tension left his body and Marcus sighed as Neroon’s warm body covered his, warming him as small explosions in his groin still took his breath away. Neroon’s weight held him down and the warrior’s erect cock pressed into his belly button. His hand stole down to Neroon’s groin to take the hot flesh into his hand. Neroon moaned and Marcus realized he wanted to feel that hot rod inside his body, erupting, filling him. “You’re going to exhaust me!” Marcus claimed in mock annoyance, trembling with want as one of Neroon’s fingers pushed into him, taking him by surprise, preparing him for that final penetration, which he craved so badly. He wanted to let go of all restraint, to stop thinking, to trust Neroon to take care of him during that intimate moment.

“And you love every moment of it!” Neroon chided him, tenderly kissing his lover’s bruised lips. “Your skin feels hot,” he whispered, running his tongue down Marcus’ neck while sliding a probing finger deeper into his lover.

“Ooooh...” Marcus quivered. “But there’s still the matter of my virginity.”

“I promised to take care of that…” Neroon studied him for long moments. “I will take you and make you come a second time.” He withdrew his probing finger.

Marcus whimpered at that loss, but Neroon’s arms now slid behind his back and the warrior pulled him into a sitting position, until he sat in Neroon’s lap. Face to face, Marcus stared into black eyes. Marcus wrapped his legs once more around Neroon’s waist and noticed the Minbari’s nod of approval. Quavering, he realized which position Neroon had in mind for their first time.

Neroon brought his arms up behind his lover’s back and pulled him closer in a hug.

Smiling weakly, Marcus felt Neroon’s cock press against his buttocks and shifted away nervously. “Shouldn’t we use some kind of lubricant…?” His question remained unfinished, but Neroon’s grin told him the warrior understood.

“Open the flask."

Marcus shivered, hearing that liquid velvet tone and retrieved the flask to open it. “Do you want me to rub it on?”

“Oh, yes,” Neroon mumbled sensually and moved closer to fondle one of Marcus’ earlobes with his teeth.

Awkwardly, Marcus allowed for the transparent substance to flow into the palm of his hand and was once more reminded of their vows, finding the incision had closed completely. Looking down, he clasped Neroon’s erection in his hands, spreading the moisture all over and fought his rising nervousness. His blood still sizzled in his veins, but not knowing what to expect made him feel uncomfortable.

Growling hungry, Neroon stared into Marcus’ hooded eyes. His lover’s fingers caressed his cock and he lunged forward to brush those soft lips.

Marcus smiled hesitantly, noticing the obvious arousal in Neroon’s eyes. “I never thought my first time would be with you, Neroon.”.

Groaning with want, Neroon grabbed Marcus’ waist and lifted him effortlessly, positioning his lover’s hips above his throbbing erection. “Do you want me to take you?” he asked one last time.

“Yes!” Marcus moaned and his stomach clenched involuntarily, as the tip of Neroon’s cock pressed deeper, opening him up. Biting his lip Marcus pushed down on to Neroon’s erection and threw back his head in want.

Neroon focused on his lover, never letting go of his eyes. Slowly, carefully, he slid deeper into Marcus’ tightness and gasped for air as his lover’s muscle clenched him. His hands now rested on Marcus’ hipbones and he released a long, strangled sigh.

Gripping Neroon’s upper arms, Marcus realized his buttocks now rested in his lover’s lap and he caught the delight in Neroon’s dark eyes. Facing the warrior, he leaned forward and held on to Neroon.

“I do love you,” Neroon whispered and buried himself completely in one last smooth thrust. Neroon’s hand tangled in dark hair and he pulled his lover’s lips to his throat. “Bite me,” he pleaded.

Marcus hardly registered the words, only feeling this huge presence inside his body and then Neroon’s first thrust. Oh, my God, my body is going to explode! Finally understanding Neroon’s demand he bit hard, drawing blood, suckling the flesh between his teeth, tasting the alien blood.

“Yesss,” Neroon purred and lifted Marcus by sheer force with just one arm until only the tip of his pounding cock remained inside his lover. As Marcus pressed down again, Neroon roared in loud voice, savouring the sensation of Marcus biting his flesh.

Wrapping his arms around Neroon’s shoulders, Marcus used his own strength to repeat the movement and stared into Neroon’s dilated pupils. Halting briefly, he realized Neroon had chosen this position on purpose, sitting upright, facing each other, both were in control. Speeding up, he adjusted his rhythm to Neroon’s long and deep thrusts and he plunged his tongue into Neroon’s mouth.

Finally they found a rhythm and Neroon clasped one hand around Marcus’ erect cock. “I will make you come a second time.”

“Make me come…” Marcus used his muscle to clench the hot rod, which stretched him, until he lost himself in the sensation of being filled completely.

Neroon sensed the surrender and now thrust more slowly, but as deep as possible while his hand squeezed his lover’s erection. “Come for me, Marcus…”

“I’m going to!” Marcus yelped as ecstasy once more coursed through his body.

Growling his ecstasy, Neroon kissed his lover passionately and surrendered to the pleasure as well. Marcus’ muscle clenched him again and again as his lover shot his come for a second time. Marcus collapsed in his arms and Neroon knew he couldn’t keep back any longer either.  “I… cannot hold…” Neroon groaned and buried his sharp teeth in Marcus’ neck as orgasm took him by surprise. “Mar… cussss,” he moaned, filling his lover with his come.

Clinging to each other, Marcus threw back his head, exposing more of his throat and Neroon acted at once by licking the blood he had drawn from the now sweaty skin.

Oh, my God! Marcus desperately held onto Neroon whose face now rested against his chest. Tucking Neroon’s head underneath his chin he took several deep breaths, savouring the feel of Neroon’s exploding cock inside his body. I never knew…

“Twice.” Neroon sighed, spent, and raised his head to look into Marcus’ burning eyes.                        

“I’ve never come twice in one night before,” Marcus whispered. “I jacked off sometimes, but… once was always sufficient to relieve the tension, but this…”  Neroon’s forehead rested against his and staring into his eyes Marcus mumbled, “We should have made love instead of fighting each other to the death one year ago!”

Chuckling fatigued, Neroon nodded his head and rubbed his fingertips over Marcus’ face which was covered in sweat. “Tell me, was your first time special?”

“Yes,” he replied and sighed abandoned as Neroon’s now sated sex slipped out of him. “But I count on you to make my second time special too! And my third and my…” Demanding lips silenced him and Marcus closed his eyes. Slumping forward, he used Neroon’s shoulders as a pillow. “I’m tired.”

Smiling contently, Neroon hugged him closer and then leaned back, lying down on the grass. Marcus purred like a satisfied Gok and Neroon soothingly stroked the long hair. “Yes, rest, my lover. This night is ours alone.”

“But the night is too short,” Marcus whispered exhausted and melded into Neroon’s embrace. “Hold me in your arms…” He closed his eyes as his body demanded he rest to make up for the lost energy.

Neroon slightly raised his head, tasting blood on his lips. The bite on Marcus’ throat was only superficial and would quickly close. He smiled; remembering Marcus had also bitten him in the heat of passion “I will hold you… tonight and for all eternity,” he promised. “I will never again let go of you.”

Marcus laughed softly, already dozing off. He relished hearing the sincerity in the Minbari’s tone. His fingers found one of Neroon’s nipples and he pinched it brutally. The Minbari underneath him shifted restlessly.

“Stop doing that,” Neroon said firmly, but sleep tugged at the borders of his mind as well. Sensing Marcus’ steady breathing, he followed his lover in to the land of dreams.

(Gok=cat)

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Marcus was still soundly asleep and Neroon tenderly studied his lover’s face, which was now relaxed. “Ghosts of the past will no longer haunt you,” he whispered as he gently placed the sleeping form on the floor between the huge pillows. He had woken several minutes ago and had quickly realized two hours had passed by in their sleep. Stroking some damp locks away from Marcus’ face, Neroon sighed deeply. Making love to Marcus had woken a passion in him he had thought of as dead. “You already own my heart,” he mumbled and grew depressed. In a few hours they had to leave for the training facility to perform the Nafak’Cha and then… “The civil war must come to an end…No matter what sacrifice has to be made.” He placed a reverent kiss on his lover’s brow who moved closer in his sleep. Neroon retrieved a satin like sheet and covered Marcus with it. “Sleep,” he said and touched his lover’s facial hair. “The day will soon be upon us, too soon.”

Leaving Marcus to his dreams, he headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Normally his cook would prepare such a meal, but as he had dismissed all servants he now had to do it himself. Luckily the cook had left some freshly baked items and he collected a large piece of Nara, a bread-like substance with a very sweet taste. Picking up several pieces of fruit, he placed everything on a tray and finally made herbal tea. As he walked back into the living area, he realized Marcus was about to wake up and smiled hearing his lover call out his name.

“Neroon?” Marcus' hands only encountered pillows instead of a warm body. Slowly, he opened his eyes and stretched his body. A sweet ache filled his veins and he smiled contently. “Neroon?” He slowly sat up and searched the room with his eyes. Finding Neroon standing in the doorway, he leaned back into the pillows and purred in satisfaction.

“I thought you might be hungry.” Neroon placed the tray on the low square table close to his lover. Kneeling on the floor, he started to put everything on to the table.

“Hungry for you,” Marcus purred and crawled closer on all fours, ignoring the ache in his lower body. Grinning wickedly, he licked his lips, seeing Neroon’s naked body.

Neroon laughed warmly. “You no longer resemble the shy and inhibited human I found upon my arrival at the training facility.”

“I’ve changed, haven’t I?” Marcus sneaked up on the warrior from behind. Wrapping his arms around those broad shoulders, he sighed.

“You have accepted your true nature.” Neroon took hold of his lover’s wrists to pull him closer. “Eat,” he instructed, but by looking into Marcus’ eyes he realized the nature of the human’s hunger.

“How much time do we have left?” Marcus sat cross-legged opposite the Minbari.

“Four hours.” Neroon offered him some of the sweet bread.

Marcus fumbled the bread. “Did you put something into this too? That drink…”

“Yes, maybe the dose was too high after all.” Neroon grinned. “But I liked the effect it had on you.”

Marcus took some bites out of the bread and sipped his tea. “I’ll never forget last night.”

“Neither will I.” Neroon watched Marcus lick his fingers. “Why don’t you take a swim in the lake or a long hot bath?” Fire once more spread through his groin seeing the mischievous look on Marcus’ face.

“Maybe I will,” Marcus replied, knowing damn well what effect he was having on the warrior. Last night had been a revelation and he yearned to feel Neroon’s skin underneath his fingertips.

“I have to contact Delenn first, but I can join you later.” Neroon hated the fact that real life was crushing in on them again, shattering the illusion they had built here.

Marcus slowly shifted his position and could no longer deny he felt sore. Slowly getting to his feet, he tried to ignore the annoying ache and knew he had to clean himself up.

Neroon noticed the slow and hesitant movement. “I suggest you take a hot bath. It will soothe your body.”

Marcus locked eyes with him. “Next time…”

“Yes?”

“I’ll take you!” Marcus said in a firm tone.

Neroon’s amused laughter echoed through the room. “That depends… Do you think you can hold me down long enough to take me? I am not an easy man to subdue.”

“I’ll find a way!” Marcus relished the challenge in Neroon’s reply. “But first…Where can I find that hot bath?”

“Follow me,” Neroon got to his feet and slung an arm around his lover’s waist. “You should have a look at those bites as well,” he recommended. “I drew blood in the heat of passion.”

“Don’t worry.” Marcus rested his hand on Neroon’s hipbone. “I bit you too.”

“I know,” Neroon growled in remembered pleasure and stopped in front of a wooden door which he opened.

Marcus peeked inside and smiled seeing the bathroom, in its center a large pool of steamy water.

Neroon let go of him and adjusted the temperature manually before handing Marcus several towels. “Do not fall asleep,” he warned his lover, seeing his sleepy eyes.

Marcus ignored the remark, slid into the warm water and sighed as his tense muscles started to relax. “You should join me.”

“Later.” Neroon walked over to Marcus. Sitting on his heels, he placed his hands on his lover’s shoulders and kneaded the tense muscles.

“That feels goods!” Marcus purred and bowed his head to give Neroon better access to his back and neck.

Neroon knew he had made a mistake when touching Marcus. Sitting down, his legs dangled into the water and Marcus moved towards the center of the pool to allow him to slip into position behind him. No longer able to resist the offer Neroon glided into the water, pulled Marcus to his chest and wrapped his legs around the human’s waist. I still have four hours to contact Delenn… Valen knows when I will get another chance to be this close to Marcus.

Marcus moaned as Neroon’s fingers dug into a particular sore spot. Opening his eyes he shook his head in disbelief. In one week’s time they had done away with all barriers and built a sense of complete trust. “Neroon?” The warrior placed a kiss at the back of his neck.

“Yes, Marcus?” Neroon continued the massage, but avoided the broken skin where his teeth had entered.

Marcus rested his arms on Neroon’s legs and sensed the strength in them. “Thank you for last night,” he whispered. “It might be all we’ll ever have. “

“Do not say such a thing,” Neroon berated him and planted another kiss on the moist flesh. “I will find a way for us to be together once we've dealt with the civil war.”

“But how?” Marcus moaned softly as Neroon’s lips suckled the skin just above his collarbone. “You’re a Minbari warrior and can’t leave your caste… I’m a ranger and Delenn tells me where to go and what to do!”

“Delenn,” Neroon whispered and knew how to get what he wanted. Delenn will provide me with the answer.

“How do you plan to solve the civil war anyway?” Marcus found it hard to concentrate as Neroon’s hands once more found his nipples, which were still sensitive from Neroon’s treatment a few hours ago.

“We will find a way when the time is right…” Neroon's hands wandered down his lover’s belly. “Do you think you can come a third time?”

Marcus tried to laugh, hearing that question, but the chuckle choked in his throat as Neroon’s hands caressed his manhood. “You can’t be serious!” he chided the Minbari, but groaned as Neroon’s stimulation caused him to grow hard again. “Have mercy!” Neroon exploratory pulled the foreskin over the crown.

“I will make you come a third time,” Neroon whispered and Marcus shivered in his arms.

“You’re exhausting me!” Marcus objected, but didn’t push Neroon’s hands away as the Minbari continued to squeeze and stroke him. The warm water lured him into relaxation and he decided to allow Neroon to do whatever he wanted.

“You can sleep later,” Neroon stated teasingly, kissing, licking and lapping the human’s skin while Marcus’ erection grew even harder due to his manipulation. “You are mine as long as you live, Marcus. You better accept that and let me have my way with you.”

“I can stop you… " Marcus murmured as a sharp sensation sliced his stomach in two. A delicious ecstasy, bordering on the edge of pain crept through his groin and he realized Neroon was right; he was going to come a third time. “Neroon, stop this torture…” His body twitched with the build up of a raging climax.

“Torture?” Neroon replied teasingly., “True ecstasy is what I promised you, my lover…” Marcus’ moan cut through the air and Neroon smiled. “I wish you could have seen the expression in your eyes when you came that second time.” The human shook in his arms and Neroon knew Marcus wouldn’t last much longer. One hand still stroked his lover’s erection and he loved the way Marcus yelped his desire the moment he came.

A strangled cry left his lips and trembling fiercely, Marcus closed his eyes. Tiny implosions in his groin and cock made him loll his head. Spasms he couldn’t control shook his body and he had no other choice than to drift along on the ecstasy washing through him. Blood pounded through his veins but in the midst of it all he heard Neroon’s purring voice.

“Let go and spread your wings. Fly to the heavens and then return to my arms.” 

Biting his tongue, Marcus slowly regained control over his raging senses. Resting his head against Neroon’s chest, he panted hard. A single tear left his eyes. "I want to stay with you for the rest of my life.”

“I am honored,” Neroon said honestly and caressed the long wet hair. “I must admit you took me aback.”

“Why, when?” Marcus panted, trying to regulate his breathing.

“I never thought you would trust yourself to me like this.” Neroon cupped Marcus’ chin in his hand and finally locked eyes with him. “That trust took me aback… It still does. Your passionate response was something I did not expect… but I love the way you surrendered to me.”

“I did not surrender to you,” Marcus protested weakly.

“You may not see it that way,” Neroon agreed. “But you want me to take care of you… You want me to prove to you that you did not misplace your trust. Subconsciously you have been testing me…”

“No,” Marcus still objected, wondering what the hell Neroon was talking about.

“I do not mind, Marcus, for I am pleased with the result.”

“You’ll have to explain this to me later."

“We still have three hours left.” Neroon reminded him. “I want to sit here, hold you, feel your heartbeat beneath my fingertips.”

Dozing off, Marcus turned in the embrace and wrapped his arms around Neroon’s neck. He wanted to say something but… I'm too tired to think.

Neroon tightened his hold on Marcus, placed a hand underneath his lover’s legs, and pulled him onto his lap. Studying Marcus’ expression, he noticed the satisfied grin. While holding him, Neroon’s thoughts drifted off to the civil war. He wished he knew Delenn’s plan to break the hold hate had on the castes. If I can accept that humans are our equals, there must be a way to reach the castes as well!

Marcus shifted slightly in his arms and Neroon smiled tenderly. The human had surprised him greatly. “I will be there for you… always.”

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Marcus woke and wondered where the hell he was. Then he realized he’d wanted to take a hot bath and Neroon…

“Did you sleep well?” Neroon asked, noticing Marcus’ stunned expression.

“For a moment I feared I had just dreamt it all!” Marcus admitted and yawned lazily.

“A dream no more,” Neroon said, reciting part of their vow. “But we need to get dressed now. I still have to contact Delenn and…”

Marcus silenced him by placing a finger across his lips. “I know we’ve got to go,” he said saddened. “I just want you to know that I’ll cherish this night as long as I live.”

Neroon kissed Marcus’ fingertips and was surprised to see him blush. “What?”

“I only now fully realize what we did last night… and what the hell was in that drink?” Marcus said teasingly. “No, it doesn’t matter any longer.” He slid away from Neroon to climb out of the pool. The bath had refreshed him and he jumped energetically onto the floor to grab a towel and dry his skin.

Watching Marcus, Neroon leaned back and burned the image into his memory.

“Are you going to stay in there?” Marcus leaned against the wall. “I thought we had a deadline here or did you change your mind? Don’t you want Delenn to marry us?” A wicked smirk shone from his eyes and he enjoyed seeing the annoyance on Neroon’s face.

The warrior knew he was being teased and ignored the remark. Instead he got out of the pool and joined his lover. “Performing the Nafak’Cha no longer bothers you,” he said pleased and dried his skin.

“No, it doesn’t,” Marcus replied honestly and wondered where he had left his uniform. “You'd better not forget to bring Willie’s ring along.”

“What secret are you going to tell Delenn?” Neroon gestured Marcus to follow him in to the living area so they could get dressed.

“I don’t know… I wanted to tell her I loved you and then reveal that truth to you later, accepting you as my lover, but it looks like my hormones got the better of me!” Marcus picked up his trousers and slipped into them while Neroon put on his uniform.

“I am glad you told me…” Neroon remembered the tone Marcus’ voice had carried when revealing that truth to him. “How do you think Delenn will react when she finds out about our… vows?”

“Beats me,” Marcus admitted. “She thinks I adore Susan and this will be the last thing she’ll expect. What if she doesn’t want to perform the ceremony…?” He froze momentarily, thinking everything over, “No, I’m sure she’ll approve of our relationship.” Putting on his long ranger cloak he adjusted the pin and walked over to Neroon. “How will the warrior caste react?”

“They will be mad.” Neroon grinned broadly. “But the civil war demands all their attention and they won’t focus on my choice.” Neroon straightened out his uniform and studied his lover. “We will have to stand up for our love, Marcus.”

"I’m prepared to do that.” Marcus clasped his fingers around Neroon’s. “Will you let me pilot the flyer this time? I’ve never flown one before.” He shot Neroon a seductive glance.

Neroon decided to play along. “Can you get us back to Tuzanor safely?”

“I watched you during our trip over here. I can manage!” Marcus quipped confidently.

“Yes, you've indeed changed,” Neroon remarked and loved the fire and confidence shining from his lover’s eyes. “You may pilot the flyer.”

"Thanks.” Marcus smiled brightly. “Are you ready to leave?”

“Almost. I will meet you in the flyer,” Neroon informed him and opened the door. Immediately blinding sunlight entered the corridor.

“By the way…” Marcus started, “I still have one question… about that sunlight in the gardens…”

“Artificial. The necessary energy is supplied by crystals.” Neroon stopped walking. “Give me a moment to make that call.”

“Fine with me,” Marcus replied, eager to explore the flyer’s controls on his own.

Neroon closed the door and sat down in the co-pilot’s seat. Marcus’ smirk told him his lover was looking forward to piloting the flyer. “The doors are closed. You may proceed and prepare for lift off.”

“Hold on.” Marcus' moved hands over the crystals. “I do hope I remember everything correctly.” A moment later the flyer set course for Tuzanor and Marcus glanced at Neroon whose content grin reflected his own satisfaction.

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One hour later Neroon had to admit Marcus had made a perfect landing. “You are an excellent pilot.”

“Thank you.” Marcus locked eyes with him. “So what are you going to tell Sech Turval?” They continued their walk down the path from Valen’s garden, back to the training facility and enjoyed these last undisturbed moments of privacy.

“The truth.” Neroon observed Marcus’ reaction to that statement.

“I want to be present when you tell Sech Turval,” Marcus said with a wicked grin, remembering the teacher trying to make him doubt his love for Neroon.

Neroon shot him an inquisitive glance and found that Marcus’ eyes sparkled with fire. His lover’s whole demeanor had changed these last days.

As they entered the main building they immediately noticed Dannier instructing the trainees while Master Durhann kept a close eye on him. Barely able to repress a chuckle, Marcus stared at the ceiling, trying hard to focus his thoughts. Everything felt so different! The guilt was gone and the darkness had been lifted from his soul… and he owed it all to Neroon. Secretly observing his lover, pride rose from the pit of his stomach as he realized that Neroon was his for the rest of their lives.

“Marcus! Neroon!” Master Durhann called out.

Sech Turval, who had been instructing another group of trainees in the benefits of meditation, appeared the moment he heard Durhann’s voice. Thank Valen! It is them! He sighed relieved. “You are late!” he chided his former pupils and gestured the two of them to join him in the hallway, far away from the trainees’ curious ears. “I tried to contact you, Neroon but…”

“I… encountered technical difficulties,” Neroon said, telling his former teacher a half-truth. Marcus presented me with several difficult moments! he thought, remembering giving in to joining his lover in the bathroom. “Did something happen during our absence?” He locked eyes with Marcus whose weak blush amused him.

“Yes, Entil’Zha Delenn arrived here four hours ago. The Nafak’Cha has now reached its final stage.” Sech Turval grinned mischievously.

“Final stage? But…” Marcus started confused, “I thought you wanted me to participate or else…”

“Marcus, when I look at you a different person stares back at me from behind your eyes,” Sech Turval softly berated him. Guiding his guests through the corridors, he added, “I did not yet tell Entil’Zha of your… relationship. But she has agreed to talk to you in private after the Nafak’Cha has been completed.”

Staring into Marcus’ lucid eyes, Sech Turval smiled. “She planned a special ceremony just for you, Marcus. Entil’Zha was overjoyed to hear that you had agreed to take part in the rebirth ceremony.”

“Bloody hell!” The words had left his lips before Marcus had a chance to recall them. “I’m sorry… I mean…” Delenn had been trying to convince him to undergo the Nafak’Cha for some time and now that he was going to take that last step she had planned something special for him? Trouble!

“Please wait here.” Sech Turval exchanged a glance with Neroon who looked calm and completely in control. Softly, he opened the door and slipped inside.

“Neroon…?” Marcus turned around, searching the warrior’s eyes. “You haven’t been plotting with Delenn behind my back, have you?” Neroon had contacted her while he had inspected the Minbari flyer before take off.

"There is no need to be alarmed,” Neroon said in a soothing tone. “Delenn and I talked, yes.”

“Neroon!” Marcus exclaimed impatiently. “Are you setting me up for something?”

“No.” Neroon gave his lover a sly smile. “I only told Delenn that you want to get married. I did not give her your mate’s name.”

“Oh boy!” Marcus whispered distressed. “You have been setting up Delenn!”

“Minor payback…” Neroon chuckled and drew some deep breaths as Sech Turval opened the door to beckon them inside.

“She can see you now,” the teacher said and watched them enter the darkened room, which was only illuminated by a few scented candles.

Marcus quickly scanned his surroundings and he discovered Delenn in the back of the room, which was now heavy with the aroma of incense. His heart began to throb for no apparent reason and he suddenly realized that Neroon had remained behind near the doorway. Not knowing how to proceed he tried to make up his mind.

“Come closer, Marcus,” Delenn said and smiled kindly. I waited so long for this moment… I almost gave up hope! She studied the ranger. The glow which burned in those green eyes took her aback. Marcus’ expression was no longer dead or blank, but now radiated warmth and confidence. Looking up at Neroon she wondered about his part in Marcus’ recovery. When Sech Turval had informed her that Marcus wanted to take part in the Nafak’Cha she had found it hard to believe the teacher. Not so long ago she had tried to convince Marcus to let go of the pain… to no avail. What had happened during these seven days? Why had Marcus changed his mind?

“Entil’Zha…” Marcus shuffled his feet as he stood in front of her chair. She looked small, but immensely wise and kind at the same time and suddenly he noticed the concern in her eyes. I never realized that she really cares about me. He bowed his head in respect. Minbari upended my life. Delenn has always been worried about me, but I never wanted to admit that and Neroon… Quickly he exchanged a look with the warrior and slightly nodded his head, seeing Neroon’s smug expression. He’ll always be at my side.

Delenn noticed Marcus’ confusion and realized the ranger had come here unprepared. But she wasn’t about to question Marcus’ motives or the circumstances that had brought the young man here. This was a chance for him to leave behind his past and she was determined to see this through. “Tell me your secret,” she stated and was curious to find out what had happened during this last week. It had to do with Neroon, that much she realized and she waited patiently for Marcus to answer her.

“I…” Marcus whispered and wondered what secret he had left. He had told Neroon everything… hadn’t he? “I have let go of the pain,” he finally said and looked her hesitantly in the eyes. “I broke away from my chains. I’ve forgiven myself for being alive.” Carefully studying her eyes he wondered whether this admission qualified as a secret. If not, he was in trouble.

An exultant gasp fled Delenn’s lips and she nodded her head in approval. “This must have been hard on you, Marcus,” she said compassionately. “But you have made the right decision in telling me.” Slowly she extended her hand.

Marcus realized he now had to give her Willie’s ring and turned to Neroon. The expression in those dark eyes robbed him of his next breath. Pride sprung from Neroon’s eyes and rendered him speechless. Silently, the warrior walked up to him.

Neroon smiled and handed his lover the ring. For one moment he wished they were alone so he could wrap his arms around Marcus and compliment the human for the change he had accepted into his life.

“Thank you,” Marcus whispered while his fingers briefly caressed Neroon’s. 

Seeing that caress, Delenn forced herself to remain silent. To make a comment now would be inappropriate, but she was beginning to realize the truth. The way Marcus answered Neroon’s glance took away all doubts and she wondered how to feel about this development. She had often asked herself what Marcus had said to make Neroon laugh in med lab after their fight. Valen, look at their eyes!  She closed her hand after Marcus had placed the ring in her palm.

"This is the only reminder of William I’ve got. Neroon convinced me to do away with it. I don’t need it any more.” Marcus cringed, seeing the look on Delenn’s face. Neroon should have told her!  He felt slightly embarrassed for putting her in this situation.

“I approve of this gift as well,” Delenn said solemnly and slid the ring into a pocket. She would keep it for Marcus. Now that he no longer clung to it she was  inclined to give it back to him later. Now that the pain has gone he might be able to look at it and remember the good times William and he shared.

The time had arrived to finish the ceremony and to recite the ancient words. She only regretted the fact that they couldn’t perform the ritual as it was intended due to the riots on Minbar. She had only agreed to do this now because it was Marcus who needed the closure. Had it been someone else…

Marcus trembled slightly as she reached for the triangular crystal basket that contained several pieces of red fruit. He knew the words Delenn was going to speak, having studied the ceremony during his training. Suddenly, Neroon’s hand found a way to the small of his back and he relaxed, knowing he didn’t have to do this on his own. From this day on his self-chosen solitude was over and his lover would always support him.

Delenn smiled brightly as she noticed that small gesture which spoke of genuine affection and realized why Neroon was here. As a Minbari warrior there was no reason why he’d want to attend the Nafak’Cha, except if he wanted it to double as a marriage ceremony. Mentally chuckling she wondered about John’s reaction when she would tell him about Marcus’ significant other. What about Susan? Did Marcus only pretend to love her because she would never let him in? Susan would never have forced him to accept his past… she is still trying to deal with her own!

Sensing Neroon’s impatience she knew he wanted to deal with the civil war as well, but first the ritual had to be completed. At least now I know why he decided to support me… Neroon has finally realized humans and Minbari are of the same heart… and soul after all.

Her voice was firm as she addressed Marcus whose eyes had grown dark. "Will you follow me into fire, into storm, into darkness, into death? And the Nine said, 'yes.' Then do it in testimony to the one who will follow, who will bring death, couched in the promise of new life, and renewal, disguised as defeat."

Marcus leaned into Neroon’s touch, needing the warrior’s closeness as well as his support. Delenn’s eyes told him she had figured everything out. She’s so bloody perceptive! He stared at the floor.

“Neroon.” She caught his gaze with her eyes. “Why are you here?”

“To claim him as my mate.” Neroon took a step forward, pulling Marcus along with him.

“I understand,” Delenn said slowly. Neroon didn’t need her approval, but the warrior had realized Marcus did. They undoubtedly already exchanged vows, otherwise Neroon would never make this request. Shifting her glance to Marcus she noticed his nervousness… I have never seen Marcus blush before. She liked the softness to his eyes. “Do you accept Neroon as your mate?”

“Yes, I do… I love him,” Marcus whispered softly and finally looked into her eyes. The kindness in them soothed his worries.

“Then share this fruit,” she said and handed Neroon one of the red fruits. “And speak the right words…I hope you know them,” she added after a moment’s thought.

Neroon caught the underlying tone of amusement and nodded his head. He had looked them up when Marcus had been asleep. “I know the words.” He turned Marcus around so they were face to face. Green eyes were filled with affection and Neroon swallowed hard before speaking the words that would bind them together in the eyes of the religious caste. Why am I doing this? Why do I want Delenn’s blessing? But the answer was simple. As a ranger Marcus was tied to the religious caste because of Delenn and he had to honor that connection. 

"From birth,” Neroon said steadfast and clasped his fingers around Marcus’. “Through death and renewal, you must put aside old things, old fears, old lives, this is your death, the death of flesh, the death of pain, the death of yesterday. Taste of it, and be not afraid, for I am with you to the end of time. Taste of it. And so it begins."

Marcus tried hard to ignore Delenn’s stare and bit into the fruit as Neroon offered it to him. It tasted sweet and some of the juice dripped down his chin.

I wish I could lick that off right now! Neroon took a bite himself.

Delenn rose to her feet and smiled at them. “Yes, and so it begins!”

Continue here for part 3