Is it worth it?

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Aw, crap. Looks like THERE IS SOME YAOI IN THIS CHAPTER. So turn back flamers and wait for the next chapter. AUTHOR'S NOTE

A loud 'thunk' can be heard. Everyone turns to find Ghlariknee fainted on the floor.
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--You will take a bath, Chief. This gunk is gross.--

"Cortana," The Spartan argued, "what about the Ark. And Gravemind?"

--Oh ho ho, they're not going anywhere Chief. We've got, what, a few weeks at least before we reach Earth. And that's with the use of slipspace.--

"Of all the A.I.'s, I get stuck with the one with a cleaning complex." Master Chief grumbled under his breath. But Cortana didn't push it. She knew she had won the argument.

The Arbiter had stood by, watching the argument with an amused expression on his face, "The great Demon, cowed by an A.I.?"

The Chief turned towards the cobalt Sanghelli, growling in his own defense, "Hey. This is partly your fault, you know. You just had to go and rescue her, didn't you."

--Aw, Chief-- The A.I. laughed, --you're not actually going to deny what you said earlier, are you?--

"...No."

Satisfied, her smile seemed to filter into her voice, --...Hnn, that's what I thought.--

"I am sure you can continue this conversation later... but I have duties to attend to." The Arbiter said in an apologetic tone.

"Of course." The Master Chief said, "Just point out the way and you're off the hook."

"...What hook...?" The Arbiter's brow was lifted in confusion.

--He just means you can go on attending to your other duties.-- Cortana translated.

"Indeed..." The cobalt Sanghelli trailed off, turning around and leading them towards what he called the 'Purification' room.

But when Master Chief was faced with the chamber the Elite offered, he just sort of stood there. Confused. The chamber before him was stretched vertically, the curved walls forming somewhat of an upright capsule. There were no buttons or knobs whatsoever, "Uhh..." Looking off to the side, the Spartan spotted a larger room with objects that resembled the facets and knobs from the relics of Earth, "Why can't I just use those ones?"

"But this one is so much better." The Elite started to argue when he suddenly got a far off look on his face. Obviously someone had contacted him on the communicator. With a somewhat hassled look, he turned back to the Spartan, "If you insist Demon. Yet I must be off."

With a quick sort of bow, the Sanghelli turned around and headed down the hall.

--Sort of busy, isn't he?-- Cortana commented.

"Hey, he is supposedly as good as me, right?" Master Chief replied with a wry grin, "There must be people bugging him all the time too."

--Less talking, more cleaning-- The A.I. reminded.

Rolling his eyes, the Spartan commented under his breath, "See what I mean?"

--Hey, I could hear you, you know.--

"Not if I do... this." The Chief popped off his helmet, chuckling to himself. He might be coming back to a very ticked off A.I. after his shower, but he felt it was worth it.

Mulling over the large range of choices in the room, the Spartan finally settled with one that looked relatively unique. It was sort of closed off from the others, like the one the Arbiter had offered first. Except this one had knobs that the Chief found he could identify with. The complete smoothness of the first chamber had just proved too... weird. Shrugging off the armor with ease, thanks to his mind-link, Master Chief piled it carefully on the floor. Stepping inside, he nearly jumped as a door suddenly closed behind him.

"...Okay." He said aloud, more to make himself relax than anything else. This was a Purification chamber, like the Sanghelli said. If there had been anything dangerous, the Elite would have warned him. Finding comfort in the logical string of thoughts, Master Chief turned back towards the knobs, "So, I turn this one this way... and this one that way... and..."

After a few moments, Master Chief said slowly, "Uhh.... is this thing broken?"

Then all of a sudden, mist seemed to spray out of the walls itself. Frowning, the Master Chief glanced around him, "Strange. So this is how they clean themselves?" At first, he had forced himself to relax slowly, when he suddenly got this strange feeling. Jerking his head around, the Chief's expression grew more alarmed by the second. The tingly feeling was growing inside of him. Something that must have laid dormant within him, suppressed during the augmentations.

"That's it, I'm outta here." Master Cheif decided immediately, turning around towards the door. There was only one problem.

The door wouldn't open, "What the hell?"

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Ghlariknee picked himself out of the healing pod, liquid dripping from his slick skin. He felt refreshed, as always. But now he would have to clean himself off. Taking the shortest route, he found himself quickly at the entrance to the Purification chambers.

His head cocked slightly to the side, "Strange, someone seems to be already in here."

Shrugging, the Elite went inside and dumped his gooey armor into a pile on the floor. But soon, curiousty overcame his normal reigning senses. It did not sound like the normal purging waters.

Walking in hesitantly, Ghlariknee glanced to the side. His speculative glance easily caught the pile of armor on the floor. By the next breath, his jaw dropped, "No... he is... the Demon cannot be using that chamber."

Shaking himself out of the shock, the scarlet Sanghelli dashed to the door of the occupied chamber, his fists clenched. 'That is the chamber for preparation for the Sacred Acts! Has no one informed him?!'

'He cannot be aware of the fail safe lock on the door! He would not be able to get out!' Ghlariknee's panicked thoughts rushed through his head, even as he slammed his fist next to the door, drawing out the hidden 'key pad' next to the chamber. Pressing his hand flat against it, he barely looked up before the Demon crashed into him. His breath was knocked out of him.

Master Chief found it difficult to focus. He knew he had been trapped in the misty chamber one second, and the next he was sprawled out on floor. Wait, he wasn't exactly on the floor. He felt something shift beneath him. Or rather, someone. The feeling that had awakened in the chamber stirred restlessly within him. He couldn't think straight. Couldn't think...

Ghlariknee groaned, "What...? Demon, are you okay?"

The Sanghelli looked up to find the Demon looking down at him with a very odd look, "Demon?" When he still recieved nothing but a prolonged stare, the red Elite started to get worried. How long had he been in that chamber, the Sanghelli wondered ominously.

"I, uh, see you are busy." Ghlariknee said hastily, taking it upon himself to shove the Chief off him as he stood up. Still, no response, "I shall just... return later to purify myself."

Having barely turned, the Sanghelli heard a low growl behind him. Tensing, Ghlariknee threw a worried glance over his shoulder. The Demon was crouched, a feral look in his eye. Cursing, the red Elite whipped his gaze forward and started running. But it was much too late for escape. He cried out in surprise as he felt an iron grip around his waist. A moment later he found himself back on the ground, pinned on the wrists by a dangerously silent Demon.

"I... apologize if I have upset you..." The scarlet Sanghelli heard, more than acknowledged the babble streaming out of his mouth, "but I... do not believe... you are in the right mindset right now."

The pinned Elite tried to free himself. Only to recieve a warning growl from the Demon crouched above him. Ghlariknee instantly froze, "Demon... I demand release. You are not thinking clearly."

Ignoring Ghlariknee's protests, the Chief straddled him, leaning closer as a growl rumbled in his throat. That's when something was made painfully aware to the frozen Sanghelli. Both of them were naked.

Master Chief noticed it as well as his hands roamed over the Sanghelli's skin testingly."Demon," Ghlariknee hissed as the hands left unusually hot trails in their wake, squirming in his pinned position, "DO NOT... do not do... this."

"You talk to much." And with that, the Spartan dipped low and decided to explore the body beneath him with his mouth.

Ghlariknee gasped at the hot warmth trailing over his chest, his clenched hands shaking with the loss of control he suddenly felt. The Demon was... he was trying to.. Ghlariknee frowned. He couldn't talk him out of it. But then again, the red Sanghelli did consider himself sometimes more inclined to action than words.

The Elite bucked, throwing the unexpecting Chief halfway off, his grip lost on one of Ghlariknee's wrists. Taking the small opening, the Elite curled his free fist and slammed it into the Demon's face. Though he was stunned, his hold on the Elite's other wrist did not slacken. Panicking, Ghlariknee rolled them both over, effectively pinning the Demon beneath him. But much to his horror, the Demon did not seemed deterred after struggling for no more than a few breaths. Grinning ferally, the Demon moved his hips, but in no way was it an attempt to escape.

Feeling something hot and hard rubbing underneath him, Ghlariknee froze once again. Squeezing his grip on the Demon's wrist, the Sanghelli demanded, "Stop it."

"Why?" Master Chief questioned, doing it again as his breathing hitched a bit.

Ghlariknee growled, feeling his own need rise within him, "This is not right. The Sacred Acts are something to be cherished, Demon. Not taken or shared with someone such as yourself."

"If you don't want to share, I'll just take what I want." The currently, not-quite-thinking-right Spartan growled, continuing his lower bodily movements.

Ghlariknee gasped at the unexpected pleasure, his grip slackening. Something the Demon took full advantage of as the Elite suddenly found himself pinned much closer to the Chief than he wanted, "You are... the mists have affected you... much more than it... should have."

The Demon grunted, taking advantage of the bodily contact to rub more fully and effectively against the Sanghelli, "Feels... so good..."

Their legs were entangled, thanks to the Demon, who also took a moment caccoon the rest of the Elite with his own body. "Nnng, Demon." Ghlariknee found it very hard to talk, what with the Chief still rubbing erotically against him, his mouth currently exploring the Elite's neck, "...s-stop..." But the Demon made it a point to ignore the feeble protests.
Soon, Ghlariknee was moaning, much to his own disbelief and horror. The Demon could NOT be affecting him this way. He was not attracted to him. And if he hadn't taken THAT shower, of all showers, the Demon wouldn't be doing this. Every time the Elite attempted to clench his fist in a futile effort to punch the Demon, Master Chief would somehow know, and momentarily speed up his movements. Master Chief was enjoying immensely all the new feelings he recieved as he 'got to know' the Sanghelli's body.

'How can I... stop this?!' Ghlariknee wondered in his trapped state.

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Ghlariknee: "...." -he turns to Master Chief- "...you... you molester..."
MasterChief: "...HEY, I was under chemically induced influences. What the HELL did you Sanghelli put in that shower?"
Arbiter: "If you had simply used the one I directed you too..."
BlueBastard: "Aww, poor guys."
Ghlariknee, MasterChief, and Arbiter: "....." -stares some more- "....Who the Hell are you?"
BlueBastard: -clearly offended- "I'm still the same person. I just wanted to change my name. Anyways, on to the next chapter."