He was transfixed, as the Captain drew near, feeling the descent of his mouth, and the first caresses of his lips as a series of riffles that shook his ocean with merciless precision.

Thunderstruck, in the moment he could only yield, and defer to biology's demand, as physiology overrode cerebral resolve.

Andrei fell back against the locker with a short, sharp clank, dazed, and now that he was reclining they were the same height, weren't they, he vaguely realized. Irinarhov, never one to miss a fine point, took advantage of the situation to move closer, to cage him and press in close.

The Captain's vengeance was soft, but insistent as he sought to part Andrei's lips with a gentle tongue, and in his feverish state, he could only acquiesce, his mouth easing open, only to be entered and explored.

The sensation stunned him blind and his hands flattened against the lockers behind him, pushing and clutching.

Andrei could feel the hardness of Irinarhov's holster against his thigh, and the pulse of his own heart in his throat.

It wasn't what he'd expected, when he blitzed Irinarhov with his brazen kiss, that thoughtless, careless gesture, tossed off in a blink to gratify his need to break that stone facade.

No, he thought, his wits returning slowly, blooming open once more, as a slight moan broke from his lips.

He shook against the warm, wall of Isaev's chest, cold metal at his back, struggling to gather his will.