Is it worth it?

Disclaimer: Never have I once claimed I owned Halo and its characters. Except for this once. Haha, psyche. -rolls eyes and walks away, muttering-

A/N: I appreciate the support, reviewers. And I realize some may have strict morals or whatever against this sort of pairing. But that's why I warned you in the summary. And in the chapters with yaoi. Like this one.

Yes, this one has male on male action. Or rather, males on male action.

Oh yeah, and uh... if anyone wants to be recieve a notice by email of any of my updates, email me.
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Sweating, his head leaning against the wall in exhaustion as he sat on the bench, Master Chief finally confronted Cortana on her silence.

"This isn't normal, you know."

--...What... you and another ma---

"No." The Chief quickly interrupted, "You not talking."

--Oh,-- Cortana said grimly, and the Spartan could just see her crossing her arms, --You're always complaining about me talking and NOW you actually WANT me to?--

John stared blankly at the ceiling for a while before replying in his blunt, gruff voice, "... Well... yeah."

--Oh hoh,-- Cortana replied, her tone smug, --You think I'm gonna talk JUST 'cause you say so?--

Now, the Chief was normally a very smart man. He's survived battles some soldiers could never dream of being in, much less come out of alive. He could easily become a great strategist if he so desired. And he usually... USUALLY... knew the right thing to say, no matter how short his phrases turned out to be.

This... was not one of those occasions.

His mind stuck trying not to think of anything, which was of course how he blindly stumbled into this mistake, the Chief mumbled aloud, "...Yeah."

Master Chief got one of the coldest shocks he had ever felt run through his suit. Then with an outraged huff, he suddenly heard and felt his link with Cortana click off. For a few moments, the Spartan just sat there and blinked. He hadn't known she could do that.

'Cortana...?' the Spartan tried hesitantly.

Nothing.

No response at all.

Figuring she wasn't planning on talking to him for at least... a couple days or so, John slowly unclasped his helmet. Slowly in case Cortana changed her mind. But she didn't even make a peep.

With an exasperrated sigh, Master Chief allowed his head to lean back against the wall, his eyes closed as he lay his helmet beside him. With skilled and knowing fingers, the Chief was able to find and unclasp the upper part of his armor with a hiss, dropping the heavy armor on the ground before him. Sure, the armor was like second skin to him, but that didn't mean he never felt times he wanted to part from it for a few moments.

That's when he recieved the second biggest shock within the hour.

Something warm plopped onto his lap. Something warm with legs, hands, and an unusual interest in touching him.

Praying to whatever god was out there that this was some mistake, John stated without opening his eyes, "You know... there's a whole other side of the bench you can sit on. Or even the floor."

"The floor cannot give me as much pleasure as you." A familiar voice replied, his tone low and slow.

In an instant, the Chief's eyes flew open, his surprised blue meeting the Sanghelli's black orbs as he stuttered in confusion, "Gh-Ghlariknee?!"

This had to be some mistake. Why was the Sanghelli SITTING on John's lap and... fondling him? Wait, fondling?!?

Quickly shoving away the red Sanghelli's wandering hands, the Chief tried to scoot back, only to find his escape blocked by the bench he sat on and the wall behind him.

"This- this has to be some mistake." The Spartan said, surprised to find his words tumbling over one another.

"This is no mistake," Ghlariknee brought his face closer, his next word breathed out silkily, "...Demon."

Okay, strike out that possible reason. So then, no, this wasn't a mistake. And yes, Ghlariknee did in fact know who the Chief was.

The Sanghelli's lowered, drawled out tone sent shivers through the Spartan, who could feel his heat all pooling together in one spot. Right on the place that Ghlariknee sat on. Right on his lap.

The Chief pressed himself back against the wall, hoping desperately that he was able to sink into the bench he sat on. But he got no such luck as the red Sanghelli just further pressed himself against the half naked Chief. Staring into the Chief's panicked blue eyes, Ghlariknee grinned and grinded their hips together.

Unprepared, the Spartan groaned deeply, his eyes fluttering as he was overtaken by a sudden wave of pleasure.

"How did that feel?" The Sanghelli inquired with a smirk.

Good. That definately felt good.

Wait. Hold on.

Master Chief was able to reassess his thoughts in a moment and a sudden frown crossed his face. WHAT was he thinking? What was he doing? Actually, WHY was he letting the Sanghelli DO this?

"Ghlariknee-" He started to say, his tone gathering whatever of his scattered control that he could find.

But his statement was diverted as he suddenly found a hot warmth exploring his chest. A hot wet warmth. The Spartan's widened eyes discovered the Sanghelli, with a very pleased grin on his face, exploring the Chief's naked chest with his tongue.

Gritting his teeth in an attempt to retain a reign of his senses, John tried once more, "Ghlarik-"

The persistant Sanghelli cut him off as he ground their hips together once more, his hands joining the exploration of his mouth as they traveled over his abs. John's senses overflowed with the different sensations, his control dispersed as his voice dissolved into an uncontrolled moan.

"You've been working out." Ghlariknee took a moment to breathe, looking at the flustered Chief and liking what he saw, "I taste your sweat. You have been working out REAL hard."

"I... try." The Chief gulped down oxygen as if he couldn't get enough of it, denying any and all thoughts that his cock just may have twitched slightly at the Sanghelli's implied tones.

Good thing he still wore his armor from the waist down. Who knows what Ghlariknee would do if he had noticed that slight tug of desire.

Wait. Desire...? The Chief may have never experienced desire before, but for this to happen? Was he really into having hot sex with a muscular male alien? Because as John looked into those glazed ebony eyes, he could see what it was Ghlariknee craved.

And the Sanghelli only proved it as he leaned even closer, his thighs rippling as he ground deeply once more, loving the way the Demon moaned and the way his face looked so lovably flustered as he said, "If only you were wholly naked before me, Demon. I would show you pleasures that you have never dreamed existed."

Over by the entrance to the gym stood the Arbiter, still unnoticed by the pinned and moaning Demon on the bench. He was, unregrettably hard. Never had the Arbiter believed the picture of the Demon in such a heated and helpless state could arouse him so. But the erect member within his armor encasing told otherwise. That and he found he could not take his eyes away from the pleasing spectacle. Ghlariknee and he had performed the Sacred Acts numerous times between the moment the Demon had walked in on them to now. And still the Sanghelli was able to rise to the occasion, so to speak.

Deciding to take it one step further, Ghlariknee pulled the Demon underneath him, pinning the Chief between his own body and the soft bench below them.

Mind temporarily above the haze of lust, Master Chief looked up at the Sanghelli with widened eyes, "What are you-"

Once again cutting off the Demon's words, Ghlariknee began to rock their hips together. Despite the armor seperating tempting flesh from flesh, the feeling derived from such motions were hindered little as the two forms groaned in unison. Hands clenched into fists at his sides, the Chief decided he could start thinking later as he felt the surge of intense pleasure rush through him. His legs were slightly spread around the bench his back was pressed against, and Ghlariknee had no qualms about exploiting that as he rode the Demon a little faster.

By this point, the Arbiter found he could no longer stay away. He knew the repurcussions of the Demon's action. And he knew what had to be done. But until then, he had been arguing with himself whether or not he would participate. How could he refuse when the two looked so... desirable together?

Looking up and noticing his Sanghelli partner wavering beside them, Ghlariknee could only grin in pleasure. So the Arbiter had changed his mind? Reluctantly stopping his rocking movements, Ghlariknee slid a few inches back until he was off the Demon's groin but still sitting on his knees, pinning him in place. Eyes shooting open, the Chief looked around him to be greeted with the shock of the presence of another Sanghelli.

Still affected by the slight tingling rush, it took a moment more than normal for the Chief to gather himself and inquire heavily, "Arbiter?"

The Chief started to sit up, noticing with a frown that the other Sanghelli still sat on his knees, preventing escape. Thinking that the cobalt Sanghelli was his salvation, the Chief opened his mouth to say something to the Arbiter. But whatever he had been about to say was drowned out by his own deep moan as a strange new sensation filled him.

The Arbiter grinned. If sticking his hand in the Demon's pants and simply stroking his cock derived such a reaction, what would other more intimate acts create? The Chief was holding his upper body upright by a bent elbow, his blue glance accusing as he looked up at the Sanghelli kneeled beside him. He looked like he was going to put up a fight. For some reason, this only aroused the Arbiter further.

Trying not to picture the Demon sprawled naked before him on his bed, the Arbiter instead devoted his attention to pumping the Demon's cock. His own was straining hard enough within his armor. No need to add more fuel to the fire.

Warmth and pleasure rolled from the hard contact and raged through the Chief's body like wildfire. His eyes fluttered as he collapsed fully onto his back, his head rolling from one side to the other. Who knew such feelings could exist? Master Chief couldn't believe the Arbiter could reduce him to such a groaning mass with only one hand. And what a sleek and skillful hand it was.

Despite their own hard-ons, the Sanghelli were content to watch the writhing Demon form helpless under their ministrations. They didn't doubt he could stop this any time, if his mind was clear enough and he was full against what they were doing. So he must have desired this at least a little. Still, it couldn't hurt to lead him on in mindless pleasure.

The Arbiter nuzzled the Demon's neck gently even as his hand continued pumping the Demon's cock hard. The Chief gasped and raised his hips slightly, reacting to an instinctal urge he did not quite grasp yet. All he knew was that he wanted relief and he wanted it NOW.

"Do you want to come, Demon?" The Arbiter was whispering into the Demon's ear, his hand still continuing its ministrations, "Do you?"

Master Chief tried to concentrate on something other than the feeling in his throbbing member. He tried.

"I want you to come in my hand, Demon. I want to hear you groan." The Arbiter whispered, his words dripping with lust.

Eyes wide, John felt his whole body convulse uncontrollably as he suddenly ejaculated, the long fingers of the cobalt Sanghelli still wrapped around his heated cock. He came in spurts, unsure whether it was the Arbiter's voice that triggered it or if it had been the doubled efforts and ministrations of the two Sanghelli.

Grinning, the Arbiter carresed the drained cock once more before pulled his hand out dripping with cum. Sly looks adorning both of their faces, the Sanghelli ensured the Demon's half-lidded eyes were watching them before they both started licking the Arbiter's hand clean.

John's eyes widened once more at the sight, feeling his flagging member twitch slightly. But despite the immense pleasure he had gotten from the two Sanghelli, the Chief was not sure he wanted to stay for a repeat performance. He wasn't sure whether he liked the feelings these two could extract from him. And he wasn't sure just how much control over him it made them, or anyone, have over him.

"Excuse me." The Chief said gruffly, quickly extracting himself from between Ghlariknee and the bench.

Busy with making sure the red Sanghelli didn't fall face first into the floor, the Arbiter wasn't able to stop the Demon's escape as he quickly stepped out of the room.

Eyes locking with Ghlariknee, the Arbiter smirked widely.

"That was... intense." Ghlariknee stated, his eyes flickering over the doorway the Demon had just exited through.

"I do not believe I have ever seen the Demon move so fast." The Arbiter commented wryly.

"Or make such pleasurable sounds..." Ghlariknee reminisced, his member throbbing achingly underneath his armor.

Nodding in consent, the Arbiter looked to the side and noticed the Demon's discarded armor, "I do believe we shall have to return his items to him."

Pulling the cobalt Sanghelli towards him, Ghlariknee said, "Later. Right now, we have some slight... problems to take care of."

Agreeing wholeheartedly with this suggestion, the Arbiter drew the other closer. Maybe giving the Demon what was coming to him would not be as bad an idea as he had thought. This may, actually, turn out to be fun and pleasurable.

For they were not done with the Demon. Not by a long shot.