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A Light Gone Out	By : Bloodylocks Category: DC Verse Movies > Green Lantern Views: 1218 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A group of scouts had been recruited and sent on their way. But months passed without report, even after hours of dogged attempts to make contact with them. The last signal Oa had received was located near the Lost Sector.
Abin Sur was beginning to lose hope.
After months without contact from the search party’s craft, the Ungaran’s hope was being replaced with worry. Were his suspicions correct after all? If so, had actively seeking out the source of the threat broken Parallax from its prison?
Were his thoughts of the monster now granting it strength?
“Your state of unrest is keeping me awake,” a voice behind him said, breaking the silence. “We would not want to contradict ourselves, would we?”
Abin shifted where he sat at the edge of the bed, turning to regard his reclining friend. Cold yellow eyes stared back at him, but the Ungaran could see the concern they held.
“Is my distress truly so invasive on your senses?” he asked, trying to smile. It was not a very genuine smile at all. Sinestro reached out and held Abin’s wrist in a firm grip, pulling him closer. Abin obeyed and edged closer until he lay inches from him.
“The Guardians have forbid further expeditions to the Lost Sector,” he stated. “They say we must keep vigilant, but we must not actively seek out this presence.”
Sinestro was expressionless as he listened. “They know more than they will reveal.”
“They will always know more than they reveal,” Abin corrected the soldier who was once his pupil. “But their words do not provide comfort now. I am displeased with their answer. But questions will be answered in time. I am certain of it.”
“Soon enough?” Sinestro’s hand, still grasping his comrade’s wrist, absently spread its fingers, stroking the grooved violet skin. The contact, as well as Sinestro’s words, brought a smile to Abin Sur’s face. A real one this time.
“Is that fear I sense in you, Thaal Sinestro?” he inquired. Anyone else could ask such a question and receive a sound thrashing from the Korugaran, but not Abin. Still, the other Lantern held back a twinge of anger at the jest.
“Only concern,” he answered.
“Whatever happens,” his fellow Lantern said, “it will never be a threat that the Green Lanterns cannot defeat. I taught you that long ago.”
“I know,” Sinestro said, a slight annoyance affecting his voice. Of course he knew. It was the backbone of the Green Lantern Corps. Will was stronger than fear and always would be. He did not need to be reminded and Abin knew it.
The Ungaran understood his comrade’s impatience. Years of mentoring Sinestro and the budding love that followed caused him to forget how little the Korugaran needed of his guidance. Both had promised one another that they would never allow their shared feelings to intrude on their responsibilities as protectors and soldiers, but sometimes Abin found such a promise ever so slightly difficult to obey.
Love was a difficult force to resist.
“Would you find it in that heart of steel to forgive me of my sentiment?”
Sinestro avoided the gaze of his comrade, trying to remain annoyed. Said attempt was in vain. His fingers released their soft grasp of the wrist.
“If you ever had a weakness…” he trailed off. The freed arm reached forward and Abin’s hand touched a hollow cheek, guiding Sinestro’s glance toward him. Gold eyes met with those of cerulean.
“I am weary from this unease,” the Ungaran Lantern stated. “But I am in no mood for sleep.”
Sinestro smiled, an expression he very rarely used. Korugaran hands – similar in hue to Ungaran save for a greater amount of red – cupped Abin’s face, fingers curling over a strong jaw. Legs interlocked and what little distance between the warriors was gone. Hands cradled one another’s heads, lips parted to taste the sweet surface that lay just within reach. Thaal Sinestro’s hips undulated against those of a soldier he long ago only thought of as a mentor. Abin Sur obeyed the wordless plea and reached between their writhing bodies, grasping the warm, pulsing flesh when he found it. A breathy moan was his closest friend’s only reply. Giving a playful smirk, Abin squeezed ever so gently, then pulled. The Korugaran’s breath came to a brief stop, and his body tensed as he murmured unintelligible words.
Abin could only presume that he was on the right path.
The surface of their bodies were flush and glistening in perspiration as their union progressed. Abin’s skin was hot to the touch, as though a fire swelled within him from physical contact alone. Strong hands gripped the Korugaran’s backside and would likely leave bruises, but at the moment Sinestro did not care. Passion ruled his mind now, as loathe as he was to ever admit such a thing. He wanted more. Whatever that may be, he needed more of it. In obeying his own desire, Abin granted his silent wish.
One was atop the other, and after a while they switched places, and sometimes both were on their knees, leaving one another crying out, though those released from the Ungaran were less restrained and thus louder. Their pace was unrelenting, plunging and thrusting like wild animals. Abin wished his friend would cry out, give in to the fervor, but alas Sinestro would always be stubborn about his self-control. The Ungaran sometimes wondered if sexual release would be more satisfying to Sinestro if he succumbed, or if it was all the more pleasurable when held back in such a suffocating mental hold. Even as Sinestro was enfolded in the flesh of his mentor, the loudest of his moans were just over a whisper.

By the time they had brought an end to things – before either could fall unconscious from the unrelenting exertion – Sinestro lay unmoving save for the rise and fall of his near scarlet chest, trying to will his heart to slow. Abin nuzzled the heaving chest like an affectionate pet before joining his friend’s side, his breaths equally heavy. Sinestro felt sapped of all strength and only lifted an eyebrow at the caress his side received from his fellow Lantern. Releasing a long shuddering breath, he shut his eyes, ready to sleep.
Abin did not immediately allow that. The caressing hand left only to gently rest against Sinestro’s heart, fingers spread, feeling the steady beat. Sinestro could feel the grooves of the other’s skin. Though sleepy, he still realized Abin was repeating what the Korugaran had done months ago, the last time they had awoken next to one another.
“When will you tell me?” he asked, opening his eyes. “Of what this threat truly is, the one you thought had been locked away?”
Worry flickered across Abin’s face for only a second. He wanted to tell Sinestro everything about Parallax. But he hoped against all the powers of the universe that his suspicions were mistaken.
“Soon.”
The answer displeased Sinestro, and his mentor knew it. But he was just as stubborn as his former pupil. He would refuse to answer until he knew more. Until he knew if he was wrong or – forbid the thought – if he was right.
Sinestro turned away and came to rest on his side, back to his comrade. Abin reached out and briefly placed his hand against the other’s neck, a gesture of both affection and apology. Sinestro ignored it, determined now to attempt sleep. Sadness touched the Ungaran’s heart for just a moment, regretting his discretion. He removed his hand from the not quite red skin and turned over, admitting defeat when he saw it. Closing his blue eyes, he tried to sleep as well.
Neither found sleep to be an easy place to reach that night.
To be continued...
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