"The way I see it, Major, you've been grounded and you're trying to take out a Raptor. You're not allowed to do that, and this was really the only way I could stop you."

"Gods damn it, Helo..."

"It could be worse, Major. I could have done it when the flight deck was full." He crosses his arms over his chest and smirks in Lee's direction. "As it is, there's no one to witness this perfect bit of humiliation but you and me...at least until the Marines come and I get to throw you in the brig for disobeying the Admiral's orders."

"I swear to the Gods that I am going to find every little infraction you've made since the day you were born, Agathon and I'm going to bust you so far back, you'll be taking orders from NCOs before I'm through with you."

"You're awfully wound up, Major." Helo tilts his head, and it's a strange sight, and he's suddenly he's like an oversized dog, looking at his master as if he might bite. "Maybe I know what you need."

"I need you to un-frakking-cuff me, you Gods-damned..."

Helo closes in so there's no distance between them and the Raptor is hard against Lee's back. Helo's fingers skate down the front of Lee's flight suit. "That's not what you need."

Lee's body jerks, and the cuffs rattle against the metal of the Raptor. Helo smiles, slow and careful, his eyes hot on Lee as his fingers curve around the zipper, sliding it down. Lee shudders and doesn't look away as Helo tugs at the material, pulling it off Lee's shoulder until it bunches at the cuff on his one hand and slides off his other arm, exposing muscled flesh and the promising curve of it beneath his tanks.

"You know what you need, Lee?"

"It's Major Frakking Adama to you, you Gods-damned..." Lee's tirade breaks off as Helo's fingers skirt down his tanks and past the waistband of Lee's boxer-briefs. "...Gods..."

"That's right, Major." Helo offers Lee a small smile, a nod acquiescing to his rank.

"Helo..."

He pushes the material away with his other hand, freeing Lee's cock from his boxer-briefs for an instant before he captures it with his hand. He strokes the shaft, closing his eyes as he memorizes length and girth and feel, and then he down at Lee, holding his gaze as he sinks to his knees.

"K-Karl..."

"Shut up, Major," Helo suggests, making sure he doesn't have any choice himself as he takes Lee in his mouth, still refusing to look away.

Lee shudders again, his eyes closing for a moment and then opening, holding Helo's gaze. His free hand fists against the metal of the Raptor, and the cuffs continue to rasp against the metal bar their linked to, the sound counterpoint to the slide of Helo's cock, the pulse of Lee's pulse against his tongue.

He can feel the slow heat building, the tightening of Lee's muscles beneath his hand. His thumb rests just under the curve of Lee's abdomen and he can feel it shift, feel Lee's hips roll and thrust, can barely hear the soft groan as Lee closes his eyes and surrenders, head falling back as his hips thrust forward and he comes, bathing Helo's tongue and mouth in a wash of heat.

Helo pulls away slowly, taking his time and keeping his mouth tight around Lee's flesh until Lee's gasping, his stomach clenching with every breath. Easing Lee's cock from his mouth, Helo licks his lips and unfolds, standing up and pressing close.

"G-gods damn it, H-Helo..."

"Quiet, Major, or I'll leave you just like this and walk away." His hands move over Lee's flesh, putting him back together, though there's something different in him as Helo closes up the flight suit, setting him to rights. The coiled anger is still there, still flashing in his eyes, but it's not so bright, dimmed by the edge of hurt that encroaches now that his defenses are down. "Now. You going to behave if I undo these cuffs?"

"You mean when you take me to the Admiral and then throw me in the brig? You know the answer to that is no, right?"

Helo laughs. "Trust me, Major, you want to behave. Last thing you want is me tossing you over my shoulder and carrying you to CIC that way." He smiles, and for a second, he knows they both see Kara, drunk or spitting mad, pummeling Helo's back and kidneys and cursing both their names. A ghost of a smile curves Lee's lips and he shakes his head.

"I'd like to see you try, Agathon."

Helo laughs again and undoes the cuff from the bar and then locks it easily around his own wrist. "You're daring a man who married a Cylon, Major. I don't scare that easily."

"Yeah," Lee agrees, falling in step as Karl shortens his stride to match Lee's. "Maybe you should though." He drops his gaze, and he's gone again, the Major in place of the man. "Maybe we all should be a little more afraid."