Standard disclaimer: I don't own Tank, I don't own the concept of the matrix. I do own Dodger and Diamond.
Warning: Just in case you do not pass as adult in your country, don't read further (now, isn't that enticing? ;-) ), because you might find some graphic adult stuff below.
This story fits into the gay-Tank stories :) although it isn't slash. Tank discovers a new territory...
Old War, New Battle
Tank felt sick. Again and again he was feeling a cold lump in his stomach or his heart started to race for no obvious reason, combined with either shivering or sweat.
Did his promiscuousness finally take his toll? Had he caught something at Zion?
He went to see the medic. Tank told him the symptoms and asked for a thoroughly checkup. After a long list of questions and lots of analyzes the doctor told him he was as healthy as a man of his age could be.
"Probably you experience Ship-Syndrome." he finally suggested.
"I've never been psychic!" Tank wiped the possibility away.
"It's not a question of being a psycho, Tank. Reportedly 40% of all fighters experience that sooner or later. And 98% get soon better once the diagnose is made. It's really not that disturbing. I'd like to see you every 3 days, OK?"
Tank nodded and left. At least it was nothing physical! Was he loosing his mind?
Things neither got worse, nor better.
3 weeks later:
Tank woke in the middle of the night. Again one of these dreams! He had to talk to somebody. Across the room was the quiet silhouette of Dodger lying under his blanket. This was his best friend! If he couldn't share his sorrows with him, who else would be there for him?
"Dodger?"
"Hmmmmm?"
"Dodger, can we talk?" a slight movement under the blanket.
"What time is it?" Dodger mumbled, still sleepy.
"I don't know." He sounded lost.
Now Dodger turned around and looked him fully into the eyes.
"I was waiting for this to come, Tank," he sat up, "what's bothering you, old friend?"
"I - I'm having dreams..."
no reaction.
"Really hot, wet dreams!"
"Ah, Tank! That's quite natural. Unoccupied body getting rid of tension. It's a mess, OK, but you shouldn't be disturbed. Happens all the time to everyone." Dodger grinned.
"I know. It is the content that disturbs me!" Tank ruffled his hair.
"It's just imagination going wild, I guess. Have you ever before been so disturbed by dreams?"
"Dodger: I'm dreaming of having sex with - WOMEN!"
"WHAT?" Dodgers eyes popped open, "You! Wow."
"See what I mean? I don't know how to handle that. I can't stick around the women without getting nervous lately. It's so ....I feel so insecure. I don't know what to do!"
"Well, there's only one thing to do about that: you need a good pounce, Tank!"
"How? I have no idea what to do. I never had a woman. And what should I say? No, that's no good idea."
"Hey, don't be silly! They have 2 legs 'n' arms, 2 nipples, mouth: most is just identical with the guys you had."
"I don't know..."
"You know what? You should really try to do it! I tell you Diamond is just waiting for a pounce. I bet she wouldn't kick you out of her bed."
"Daring...what to tell her?"
"Come-on! What do you do when you meet a nice guy, ey? Get some privacy, do some nice smalltalk, a touch here and there and you'll know if she is willing to go further. Tank:", Dodger lowered his voice as if telling a top-secret, "women are human beings, believe me! But to be honest: I'd be disturbed too, if I would get hot when around with a guy." Tank laughed.
"I'll think it over. Thanks, Dodger." He was relieved. Although the thought of sleeping with one of the women on board was keeping him awake quite a while.
5 days later at dinnertime Diamond sat at the table looking rather uncomfortable. When they had finished she got up, stiff and clumsy.
"Hey, what's up?" Tank asked her.
"Stiff as a brick. Been 'in' for too long." Diamond stretched her arms in the attempt to loosen her muscles.
"You look like you'd need a good back-rub."
"Yeah...."
"I'm good at that. Well, not as good as you," Diamond was known for her skilled fingers, "but still quite good. Want me to try?" he did not think too far by offering the favour: she had done that to most of the crew several times.
"I'd appreciate that, Tank." She smiled her typical small smile and bowed slightly.
"Well then:" he gestured her to go ahead.
They went to her room where she dropped herself on her bed.
"Could you take that top off?"
"Oh, sure." She stripped it off, feeling secure with the gay man around, and she wasn't too shy anyway. He caught a short glimpse of her small but surely firm breasts before she laid down again.
"OK" Tank kneeled above her and carefully started to loosen the hardened muscles.
Between some sounds of pain she groaned with pleasure.
"Oh, that feels really good!" she closed her eyes and enjoyed the strong but gentle hands.
After a while Tank noticed the softness of her skin, her fresh smell - so different from anything he knew... and he let his hands slide across her back long after the last knot had been loosened. The clearly defined muscles, ribs, the tiny waist: he could feel his heart beating faster. And the slight rounding of her body where she laid on her breasts.
What would it be like, to touch a woman's breasts?
Like accidentally he let his spread hands slip down her back so that his small fingers just wiped across the onset of Diamond's breasts.
Electroshock!
He twitched.
"Sorry." He whispered.
"No problem.", she sighed, "Hell, that feels so good, Tank..."
His fingers went up to her neck. How tiny she was. He could easily brake her with one hand. So delicate! Suddenly he was afraid he would do nothing but hurt her. But then again he was now too excited to stop on his own account. So he kept caressing her back, tracing every line. For a second he thought about kissing her neck, but he was sure she'd give him more than shit for that.
"Diamond..." his voice was a husky whisper. His heart was beating fast now.
"What?" she did neither move nor open her eyes.
"I...forget it." His hands resting on her waist, then he gave her a pat on the shoulder, "OK, gal: that's it. See ya." With that he left the room, dashing into his own. There he laid down, trying to calm himself.
"Jeeze, what's going on with me?" he whispered.
A knock at the door. Somehow he _knew_ it was Diamond. *don't answer!*
But then the door just opened and she slipped in. He closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. Ridiculous: nobody would breathe so hard when asleep! She sat down on his bed.
"Tank?" her hand on his shoulder!
"Would you please leave me alone?" he turned away from her.
"OK!" she got up and left. If he wanted to be alone: please!
She was awake rather long that night, still feeling the warm hands of her utterly gay mate on her back. It had been a good feeling and she could have taken much more of that treatment! He had behaved like a straight guy who did not want to loose control. What was wrong with him? had she done anything wrong?
Days passed and Tank obviously locked himself up more and more. After a hard run in the matrix they all were wounded except Diamond. Everybody went to bed early, except Tank and Diamond who were cleaning up the med-bay and the mess for Needles who was crushed.
Diamond let her vertebrae snap.
"Your back is really bad, ey?" Tank stepped up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, loosening some muscles.
"Yeah. Ouch! - hmmm, that's good."
He could feel the heat emerging from her body and again this enthralling, unknown smell that seemed to go directly through his nose and into his groin. His fingers traced the naked line of her neck, then he bowed his head, slowly. The closer he came the more intense was the smell. Then his lips touched her neck: another shock ran through his body. He could hear Diamond draw a sharp breath. His hands, resting on her shoulders felt her stiffen for a second.
He awaited the slap.
Nothing.
He did it again, longer this time.
"Don't stop." She whispered.
"Jeeze..." he could barely speak.
While she arched her head backwards, his lips wandered to her throat, his hands slid down her arms until they rested on her waist. Flat small waist under rough fabric. He tasted her skin: a hint of salt on his lips above a hard pulsing artery. Soft, hot skin.
Her hands on his hips, pulling him close. She would feel it! She would know about his arousal...
"God, Diamond! I've never ever done this before..." he whispered into her ear. He closed his eyes, he knew he needed only to spread his fingers and he could reach up to her beasts. The blood roared in his ears.
She turned around, looked up into his eyes. Hers were now wide and soft like he'd never seen them before.
"Do you want me?" she asked.
"Yeah!"
"Come." She took his hand and led him down to the still unoccupied room. He followed in a trance-like state. She locked the door behind them. Then she stood in front of Tank and slowly undressed herself. He stood and stared. He did not dare to touch her.
Diamond laid down on the bed
"Come." She invited him and he complied, gently putting his hand on her belly.
So soft! So hot!
"What now?" he looked up rather helplessly.
"Whatever you want." She smiled.
"I don't want to hurt you..."
Diamond closed her eyes and shook her head, "you won't. Be sure." Her gentle smile never left her face, "touch me, feel me, taste me, Tank. Do as you like, I will like it for sure."
Slowly his hands moved upwards until they cupped her breasts. How contradicting: soft but firm they were, the nipples hardening under his palms. He bowed his head to kiss them. When his lips touched them, Diamond moaned softly.
This all was so exciting. It felt good to touch this woman! It was great to let the tongue slide across the soft skin, to taste this body: alike yet different in touch and taste.
Tank gently spread her legs and knelt in between. In theory he knew it all and a faint memory of a miserable and effortless trial a lifetime ago was buried under the haze of time in his brain. But it was different tonight! No desperate struggles to reach a goal, only the mutual will to give and take pleasures.
Small mound of pubic hair, covering just - nothing!
Shy and gently his fingers explored the delicate folds. Diamond twitched when his finger slipped in between, touching her clit.
"Sorry." He retreated.
"No. It's just - exciting."
"Oh." Tank's finger returned, curiously discovering unknown grounds.
Diamond moaned, her body stirred under his soft touch. He felt his fingers being sucked into her as if that was the most natural thing and the only way to go.
So different. So exciting, enthralling!
What would she taste like? He needed to know. He bowed his head, savoring her. Intoxicating! And her moans filled the air, her hands grabbed his hair, turning him on even more.
"Won't you take off your clothes?" Diamond asked him breathless.
Whoa! He had completely forgotten about that. It took only a few seconds to do so. Diamond's eyes were staring.
"Lie down!" she straddled him, kissing his nipples while her breasts gently touched his belly. Her hands and lips were all over his body when suddenly she stopped all actions. His eyes flew open only to see Diamond lower herself onto him.
Slow, maddening torture!
Even harder because he was so afraid to hurt her, his fingers clenched to the mattress in the attempt to avoid any move.
He moaned loud.
Diamond moved slowly with soft sighs. His body was shaking with lust, desperately trying to keep control.
"Move, Tank!" her hot breath whispering in his ear, unchaining his pleasure and passion.
His climax was overwhelming and he needed a while to return to reality.
A body lying on his. Warmth, comforting nearness of another human being. Two hammering hearts. The smell of fresh sweat and lovemaking. Everything so familiar and yet so new, so strange.
Lazily he reached out for the blanket to keep the cold away. Diamond stirred.
"You OK?" he asked with concern.
"Actually: more than OK" she prepped up her head and grinned, "for a gay guy you're doing really well, Tank! So: did you like it a bit?"
"Yeah! And it is so amazing: you know, it is so similar and at the same moment so completely different. I couldn't tell what I like better." He closed his eyes again.
"Can I stay with you tonight?" Diamond asked rather shy, as if she was used to being kicked out right after.
"How can you doubt that? Please: stay with me."
"I hadn't too much fun in my life." She muttered while she curled up beside him. He spooned up behind her, pulling her into a close embrace, angry with the world that had treated her so badly.