Is it worth it?

Disclaimer: I don't own Bungie or Halo's characters, but I don't mind using 'em -er, I mean, I hope they don't mind me using 'em.

A/N: Taken a short bit before updating. But what with the meteor coming and the moldy cheese, what can you do? Damn, I wanted to shove the yaoi all in the last chapter, but I wasn't able to. So this is another YAOI chapter. DO NOT READ IF YOU HATE THE STUFF AND WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER, DAMMIT!!!!

Ghlariknee: -grimaces, rubbing the side of his head- "My ears."

Arbiter: -grins- "That is not all you have to worry about."

MasterChief: -growls- "You should put a damn warning on those shower things. This is so dumb."

Ghlariknee: -slams head repeatedly against the wall- "This cannot be happening."

MasterChief: "You can say that again." -glares fiercely at the author- "You SAID I was not gay. I am NOT fuckin' gay."

BlueBastard: -looks innocently- "You aren't. What can I say. If anyone, blame the Arbiter."

Arbiter: -he had been comforting Ghlariknee, but at the author's accusation, he glared, confused- "What?"

BlueBastard: -shrugs- "You heard me. Now on with the story."
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The room was empty. Well, except for the tangled mass on the floor.

Ghlariknee groaned, still trying in a futile effort to free himself. He was pinned to the floor, the Demon currently entangled on top of him, they're hot bodies smothered together. The Sanghelli was flustered. But the Demon was turned on.

"Demon..." Ghlariknee hissed, placing his hands against the Demon's chest and attempting to shove him off. But his strength was going haywire under the sensual assault from the warm heat-filled pleasure. A pleasure the Sanghelli was trying his best to ignore.

"Why struggle?" Master Chief grunted, placing his mouth right next to the Sanghelli's ear, "Why not sit back and enjoy?" The part of his brain that was still functioning knew the Sanghelli could enjoy this. The Sanghelli's body WAS responding, after all. And if only the Sanghelli wouldn't bite back his groans of pleasure...

Ghlariknee shivered as the Demon's hot whispered breath brushed against him. Shivering again, he tried pushing with renewed strength, "Because this... is WRONG."

"Mmm..." The Demon continued giving the Sanghelli's neck his attention, nipping it to get a sharper gasping reaction from the Elite, "Isn't it?"

"Gods..." Ghlariknee gasped, arching back in an attempt to escape the Demon's needy mouth, "Yes... it IS..."

But the movement didn't have the reaction he had anticipated. Instead of elluding his captor, the Sanghelli rubbed against the epicenter of all the lust radiating from the Demon's body. Rather, he inspired the Spartan to go faster. Growling, Master Chief quickly flipped them both, now back on the top. His eyes predatorily scoped his prey beneath him. Grimacing at the familiar position, the Sanghelli stilled for a moment. Hoping to lure the Demon into a false sense of security. It worked.

"Finally giving in, are you?" The Demon asked, his mouth lilting into a satisfied grin.

That was when Ghlariknee gave the strongest head butt he had ever delivered, putting his full force into it. It made the Demon reel and release him, his hands grasping his forehead as he clenched his teeth in pain. But the blow had hindered the Sanghelli as well. He was seeing stars and his head was numb. Forcing all of that from his mind, the Elite turned himself over on his hands and knees, sluggishly starting to crawl away. At a sound from the Chief behind him, he quickly sped up, pushing himself onto his feet.

"You can't escape so easily." The Spartan growled, lunging for the Elite.

Ghlariknee didn't know how it was possible, but he managed to dodge and gain a few more sprinting steps to the entrance of the Chambers.

'Have to get out. Must... get help.' He thought slowly, his mind still recovering from his own blow and what happened with the Demon.

But just as he was about to step out, the Demon rammed him into the wall, effectively knocking the breath out of him. The Sanghelli had a dazed look as he felt strong hands turn him around. His back was pushed against the wall while his front was guarded by the body of the intoxicated Demon. Snapping out of it and gaining back his breath and muscles, the Elite struggled, "I will not allow you to do this... Demon."

Pressing one of his legs between the Sanghelli's, the Chief had the satisfaction of deriving a moan from his unwilling partner as he grinned devilishly, "You and what army?"

The move effectively drained the Elite's strength, much to Ghlariknee's dismay. He had been so close to the entrance. Surely someone would have noticed them there. Surely someone could stop this from happening. Clenching his mandables, the Sanghelli pulled back a fist and threw it at the Demon. But Master Chief caught it in a lightning fast move, shaking his head as he berated, "Tsk, tsk, Ghlariknee. No more of that."

He paled at how easily his attack was deflected. Was this truly affecting him so much? How could the Demon be doing this to him? Noticing the drainage of color, the Master Chief grinned once again, bringing his face closer to his prisoner's, "You see? Resisting is useless."

That said, he began his minstrations once again, his hot kisses making the pinned Sanghelli shiver.

"I will... resist... nonetheless... Demon." Ghlariknee hissed, hating how his body trembled.

"Not when you start... to see... just how good it feels, Ghlariknee." Pausing, the Chief drew his head back as he commented, "Well look at that, I rhymed."

That's when the unexpected of all unexpectedness happened, "Ghla...riknee.....???"

The Arbiter had been walking by when voices from the Purification Chambers had caught his attention. He had dropped the chest armor he had been carrying, while his jaw had dropped as well. The Demon had the red Sanghelli effectively pinned against the wall, both bodies quivered slightly from what he could only read as....lust? He... didn't want to believe it...

"The... Sacred Acts... with the Demon...?" The cobalt Sanghelli looked confused, though he tried not to appear angry.

'Stay calm,' he counseled himself, though one of his fists still clenched, 'STAY calm.'

If Ghlariknee had chosen the Demon, of all people to do this with, then it was his choice. The Arbiter was not one to tell him otherwise. 'This cannot be true...' The Demon's face was unreadable at the moment, so he turned to the shocked and stunned expression of the Sanghelli he had been addressing. But none were answering him. The Arbiter let out a sigh. So it was true.

"I... guess I have come at a bad time." The Arbiter said slowly, bending to retrieve his fallen armor. He had been carrying it over to the Repair Station for a huge dent he had recieved in the parasite battle. He had just gotten some time to do it, too. But to run into his comrade, like this...

Suddenly finding his voice, Ghlariknee reached towards the Arbiter as he cried out weakly, "Arbiter... help me..."

Shock coursed through the cobalt Sanghelli at what those words implied. Then in an heartbeat, he had tackled the Demon, effectively freeing the red Elite. Shuddering, Ghlariknee tried to regain his breath for the third or fourth time that day.

The Arbiter and the Demon were locked in an evenly matched wrestle on the ground. The Arbiter was mad, "How DARE you touch my Ghlariknee."

The Demon paused for a moment, blinking curiously, "Yours...?"

The momentary pause allowed the Arbiter to get a blow in, one that stunned the Demon for a while. Clenching his mandables, the Arbiter twisted around and attempted to get the Demon into an unescapable hold. But the Chief's training was just too good.

The Spartan slipped before the hold could be fully placed on him. Pivoting, he tackled the cobalt Elite, driving both of them to the ground. Due to the armor he still wore, the fall didn't do much to hurt the Elite. Growling, the Arbiter landed a blow on the Demon. The Sanghelli tried to land another one, but the Demon rolled, leaving the floor to catch the Arbiter's fist.

Crunch.

Quite an impact cracked onto the floor's surface. The Demon blinked respectively at the force that must've been behind it. If he had been in the right mind set, he would've considered complimenting the Sanghelli. But right now, he was a sex-craving fiend and wanted no more than to innocently fuck the first naked thing that came within his sights. Said shaking Sanghelli was in the room right now, right out of the Demon's reach. As he took a moment to glance at Ghlariknee, the Arbiter kicked full out onto the side of the Demon's head. For a moment, the Demon was seeing stars. Shaking his head out of the daze, the Demon retaliated with enough force to knock the Arbiter unconscious.

He turned from the cobalt Sanghelli to see a red one climbing warily to his feet, a plasma rifle in hand, "...Do not MOVE... Demon."

Grinning savagely, the Spartan took a step towards the trembling Sanghelli.

But a second step suddenly made the Chief collapse. An unexpected turn of events that left Ghlariknee standing there numbly. Groaning, Master Chief raised his head, freezing when he came face to face to a plasma rifle.

"What... the HELL...?" He muttered in confusion, before unconsciousness took him away.

Realizing things had finally calmed down, Ghlariknee allowed himself to slide lower, his back against the wall, until he was sitting with an abrupt 'thunk'. Plasma rifle still in hand, he exhaled deeply as he looked over the two unconscious warriors.

'They are both... so strong...'

That's when Drajha-Lee came in, "I could not reach either of you over the communicators so I-" The golden Sanghelli cut himself off as he took in the scene before him. He turned to Ghlariknee, his brow raised.

"I know... I know, I have some explaining to do..." Ghlariknee sighed wearily, waving his arm as if it would batt away the Leader's stare.

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Master Chief was NOT one happy camper when he woke up.

He was laid down against a cushy table of sorts. But that's not what angered him. It was the straps that were holding him there that made him growl his frustration.

He looked over to the door when it whooshed open, a glare he had reserved just for the Arbiter on hand, "You Sanghelli should consider putting warning labels on your damn showers."

The Arbiter, in turn, narrowed his eyes, "Labels? Showers? I know not of what you speak, Demon."

Sighing, the Chief explained, "You know, the little sign things that warn people about dangerous things. Like that strange shower of yours."

"That is the special Chamber for preparation of the Sacred Acts."

"Oh, NOW you tell me. That's a bunch of help there, Elite." The Spartan's words dripped with sarcasm, before he inquired angrily, "Now can you tell me WHY the hell am I strapped down and WHERE is my damn armor."

"For precautions, of course." The cobalt Sanghelli replied, waving over to a bundle on the floor, "And we did not know how to place your armor back on."

"That and you probably wouldn't want me more powerful in case I was still beserk." Master Chief said darkly, "What is the so-called Sacred Acts anyways?"

The Arbiter paused in his attempt to get the straps off, giving a look that the Spartan decidedly not liked, "It is what you were about to force upon Ghlariknee."

"THAT'S what it wa.... Why didn't you WARN me about the DAMN thing?"

"I pointed out a Chamber for you," The Arbiter shrugged, taking off the last of the binding, "it was you who chose differently, Demon."
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Arbiter: "I saved you."
Ghlariknee and MasterChief: "Thank GOD."
BlueBastard: -sighs and scratches head- "Well... that was... uh, interesting. I guess." -gazing upwards with another sigh, says with a shrug- "Well... there goes some of my reviewers. Eh, what can you do."
MasterChief: -grins smugly- "Now... can we get back to the action?"
BlueBastard: -grins own smug little grin- "Coming right up."