Is it worth it?

Disclaimer: Me no own halo.



A/N: Heh heh... -eyes dart around, hand nervously rubbing neck- Uh... yeah, I have a good excuse for not writing so long. Yeah. Uh... I'll remember it later.



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Strongly against ever stepping into the Sanghelli's shower room ever again, Master Chief instead located a clean source of water on the planet via Sanghelli computer. He actually felt sort of strange without the top half of his armor and his helmet, but he was not about to step back into the gym to get it.



Strolling hurriedly down the corridor and past a few surprised Grunts, the Chief activated the door and stepped out onto the ramp.



Before it could close again, John whipped his head back in and said to the Grunts, "If Drajha-Lee asks, I'm taking a swim in the Northeastern vector of the woods"



Then he was off, leaving the two Grunts to look at eachother and shrug, a confused, "Okay" on their lips.



-o-o-o-o-



Raido had been bored out of his mind. Killing off members of his crew that were displeasing him was losing its flavor. Not to mention he couldn't kill off all of his technicians without severely prolonging their trapped state on the planet. He had been staring unseeingly at the monitor capturing images outside the ship when he spotted movement.



Someone was leaving the Renegade ship.



This perked his interest slightly and Raido lifted his head slightly from a propped up arm, his furry eyebrows raised.



Who was this?



He had thought it was a Sanghelli for a split second, but that theory was quickly thrown out the door. Though its stature was nearer to that of a Sanghelli than it was to a Grunt or a traitorous Hunter, it was clearly not any of those.



In fact, the hairless upper torso and arms looked much like... a human.



That's when it all hit the Brute, who immediately straightened from his bored, slouched posture. The green titan armor over the human's legs and feet, the way he walked, the mere power his form radiated...



Even the look of his icy eyes...



It had to be. It just had to be.



"The Demon." Raido rumbled deeply, anger tinting his voice.



He was walking before he had even realized he was standing, his furry fist clenching at the mere thought of confronting the one enemy Raido viewed as formidable.



"To hell with the treaty." Were the last words mumbled from Raido's lips before the Brute stomped off.



-o-o-o-o-



John nearly melted at the sight of the large lake that presented itself beyond the clearing of trees. It had been just as the map had presented it.



Crouching near the edge of the trees, John took several breaths just standing still and quiet, observing anything and everything for the slightest hint of danger. The slightest tint of a yellow mist and he was ready to dart back into the defensive walls of the ship. Or hold his ground if need be.



But a few more stretches of silence and natural serene ambience convinced him of the lack of danger.



Without a moment's hesitation, John kicked off the rest of his gear and dove headfirst into the lake. The moment the soothing water washed over his muscles, the Spartan was in pure bliss. Especially after that heated session in the gym room.



Not to mention this feeling of sluggishness that overwhelmed him out of the blue. Maybe a few moments of rest would do him good.



"Just a couple minutes..." Master Chief said to himself as he dragged his body out of the water to rest against the trunk of a tree. He slid down to a sitting position, completely fine in that moment to just let the rays of the planet's sun dry him off.



The snap of a twig alerted the Spartan to the presence of another. How long had he been sleeping? Er- I mean, resting his eyes?



The Chief spun to glance at where his armor had been placed, only to feel a rush of cold shock hit him when he discovered the turf lay bare. All right. Not fully bare. There was a person standing there instead. And when John's blue orbs finally met and held the other's black ones, he barely restrained from audibly choking in distress.



"...Arbiter." The Chief greeted slowly. His breath hitched when he noticed the Sanghelli's gaze raking over the Spartan's naked form, almost as if he wished to devour him on the spot. The Chief recieved conflicting signals as the thought suddenly made him feel uncomfortably hot while cold chills ran down his spine.



"I was curious..." The Arbiteranswered the unasked question, his eyes lingering on the Chief's body longer than the Spartan would have liked, "You left so quickly earlier... Were you never pleasured before...?"



Master Chief felt his face flush thoroughly. What kind of question was THAT?! When the Arbiter's gaze flicked upwards to read his reaction, the Spartan just about died. He instantly regretted not having a helmet to cover the blush. Hastely, he asked instead, "Where is my armor?"



A grin overtook the cobalt Elite's face as he commented with raised brows, "Avoiding the question, are we?"



"In a rush to get beaten up, are we?" Master Chief countered, taking a step forward menacingly.



The Arbiter merely smirked, holding the Chief's smouldering gaze for a while before shrugging in reply, "I merely deposited it atop that tree over there. You know, so no one could steal it."



"Yeah..." The Spartan grumbled dryly, catching sight of his armor on top of said tree and ambling over to it, "...Right."



There was only one way to approach the tree for there were spikey bushed surrounding most of its base. Just as he was about to start climbing a body pressed full length against his back, a voice whispering into his ear, "Demon..."



His body still registering the contact behind him and all the implications, his mind sort of froze, though for some reason his dry sarcasm still poured out, "Yeah, that's what I'm called..."



Cursing his momentary lapse of action, the Spartan jumpstarted his body with a bite to his lip as he started to turn around, preparing to meet his attacker head on.



But in response, he was pushed more urgently towards the tree. Bracing his feet and placing his flat palms against the rough bark were the only things keeping the Chief from getting a frontal body splinter makeover.



"Don't... turn around just yet..." The needy voice hissed, his mandables breathing heatedly against the side of John's neck, "I want to make you cum. Like this..."



Master Chief's eyes widened as the words and voice finally connected in his brain. Turning his head slightly, the Spartan met the gaze of the Sanghelli behind him as he said incredulously, "Arbiter...?"



The Spartan had thought he was being attacked. Though with the way the cobalt Elite grinned and how his hand was trailing slowly down the Chief's muscled torso, John almost wished he had been attacked instead.



"What are you-" Master Chief started to object.



But he just about choked on his words as a skilled hand wrapped around his penis. In an instant, the Chief felt a strange warmth tighten inside and jolts of pleasure exploding from the contact. But John thought he handled the situation sort of well as only a hiss escaped through clenched teeth, though he felt as though he should be rocking his hips and moaning.

John blinked and froze at that thought.



Hmm... something was definately wrong with him.



"Arbiter," The Chief growled, knowing he needed to get some distance, and fast, "Don't-" But his words turned into an unexpected groan as the large hand started working his equally large cock.



The Chief fought the urge to move his hips with all his strength, fading as it was under the Sanghelli's hand.





"Shit." The Spartan's voice sounded strained as he leaned forward to brace himself more fully against the trunk, his chest mere millimeters from its smooth surface. The Arbiter's other arm, which was curled firmly across the Chief's waist, prevented the Spartan from separating their warm bodies.



Wait... warm?



With widening eyes, the Spartan realized that the Arbiter was naked as well. And the thought was confirmed as he felt an enormous bulge resting snugly against his ass crack.



Noticing the sudden stiffening of the Demon's body, the Arbiter crooned softly, "Don't worry.. you're not ready for that yet."



"Yet?" The Chief growled, twisting his head to shoot a dark look at the Sanghelli, "I never agreed to doing anything in the first place."



As a matter of fact, why wasn't he fighting back?



A part of his mind agreed, thinking he should go all out and give the Sanghelli bruises in places he never knew he had.



His fists tightened.



"You don't have to do anything." The Arbiter said smugly. Sensing the Demon's fighting spirit surging forth, the Arbiter quickly returned his attentions to pleasuring the member in his hands. For he knew the Demon's weakness. And he didn't mind exploiting it in the least.



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The Brute was lumbering along silently, trying to find where the Demon had gone when strange sounds and noises greeted him. Frowning, he stalked closer and froze at what lay before him.



Mere yards away the Demon stood stark naked, trapped between a tree before him and what Rave kne wto be the Arbiter behind. The Brute cocked his thick brow as he noticed both were naked.



What was this strange turn of events?



Not only were they as clothed as the day they were born, but one of them was producing small pants and barely pent up moans. And since the forest was all but silent, these noises seemed to blare loudly, no matter how quiet the originator of the noises was trying to be.



Wait... could it be?



The Brute's breath actually caught in his throat.



The noises were emitted from the cold-hearted Demon himself.



Raido couldn't believe his ears.



"...STOP... before... I kick your ass..." The Demon half-grunted, half-panted, attempting to pour malice into the statement though he clearly failed.



"Is that all you want to do?" The Arbiter grinned as he began to grind his hips against the firm buttocks before him.



The Demon gasped, jerking forward in an attempt to enlarge the distance between, only to accidentally buck into the hand currently pumping his cock. This produced an even larger groan from the Demon, who bucked upwards once more before getting a hold of himself and stiffening his body.



The Brute could barely believe what was going on.



The Demon didn't seem to want to... Was the Arbiter SEDUCING the Demon?!



Raido didn't believe he was even breathing at this point. And he really didn't think he cared at the moment.



"Give in to your pleasure." The Arbiter said suggestively, "Your resistance can't last."



"Nnng... N-never..." The Demon managed to say between heavy pants.



The Brute couldn't help but stand rooted to the spot. He had never thought to conquer the Demon this way. And truthfully... he couldn't quite state that the thought wasn't tempting at all. To have the Demon sprawled naked and vulnerable before him. Begging him to stop even as he moaned helplessly in pleasure.



Yes... the thought was tempting indeed.



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Ah, crap. How did Raido get dragged into this? Anywho, I had to discontinue this story in fanfic net cuz I don't think the lower ratings could handle where this storyline was obviously heading.