Apollo stomped through the coridor, seriously annoyed. He couldn't believe all the felgercarb he'd had to deal with today. Pilots turning up ill (or so they claimed... he knew a hangover when he saw one), maintenance crews without brains, malfunctioning Vipers—if this day got much worse, the Cylons wouldn't have to work hard to destroy the fleet, because it would have already collapsed into a black hole.

A noise and sudden movement alerted him to something that shouldn't be there, but it was too late—someone had already clamped a hand over his mouth and pulled him into a dark alcove.

"Don't struggle, Captain, you're mine now," Starbuck's voice said into his ear, before a hot mouth fastened on his neck.

Apollo's eyes popped wide open and he struggled to get away from Starbuck's hold.

"Uh-uh-uhh, Captain—you're not going anywhere." That hot mouth nibbled up his neck, then Apollo had to strangle a moan as Starbuck bit him right behind the jaw.

Apollo managed to get free of Starbuck's fierce hold and twisted around in the dark confines of the alcove, which could only be a storage closet. "Starbuck, if you ever do that to me again I'll—I'll—" For lack of any suitable threat, he kissed his assailant soundly.

"You'll what, Pol? Have to fuck me into submission?" A playful laugh, then hands were tearing at his clothing.

"Shut up, you—there's other uses for that dirty mouth of yours," Apollo growled. He gasped when Starbuck yanked his pants down and put his mouth to good use. Apollo surrendered to his lover's ministrations, gasping and panting as Starbuck sucked and licked random locations, ranging from navel to mid-thigh.

"Starbuck—oh, Starbuck—" he panted. "Wouldja suck it already? You're driving me insane—"

"Suck what?" mumbled Starbuck, licking a wet trail along an inner thigh. "Oh—you mean this?" and he latched onto a hip, sucking hard enough there was sure to be a mark. Apollo groaned. "Or maybe you meant this—" and Starbuck transferred his mouth to the sensitive spot right beside Apollo's balls.

"Star..." Apollo moaned, then grasped his lover's head and guided him to the right spot. "Now suck it, already!"

Starbuck laughed and ran his tongue along the hot shaft in front of his face, so lightly that it was pure torture to Apollo. Then he gave in and slipped the head into his mouth. Apollo moaned and quivered and almost lost it right then. After only a few microns, or so it seemed to Apollo, Starbuck straightened up.

"More... more, please?" Apollo begged shamelessly. That had felt so good...

Starbuck laughed, then dropped his own pants and turned around, hands on the wall. "Fuck me, Apollo," he said over his shoulder.

Apollo fumbled, cursing, through his pockets until he found the tube of lube he always kept in his jacket these days. He smeared some on, then did as Starbuck asked, fast and hard. Both men had to struggle to keep their cries and moans of pleasure down, lest they be heard by any passersby.

Apollo couldn't last long. Starbuck was so hot, had made him so horny, he came almost immediately. He bit down on Starbuck's neck to prevent the primal howl he felt building within him, and felt the hot wet spurting of Starbuck's orgasm on his hand. They leaned against the wall together for a moment, panting, then Apollo pulled out and began to refasten his clothing.

"So, Captain..." Starbuck said, in a deceptively casual tone of voice, "how's your day going?"

Apollo kissed his lover, long and passionately. "A whole lot better now, thanks to you," he whispered, when the kiss ended.

If anyone saw the two men emerge from the storage closet into the main corridor, both sporting satisfied grins, they knew better than to mention it.