Fic: Aperture (Caprica/Head!Six - NC-17)

[millarific]

Title: Aperture
Author: millari
Characters: Caprica, Head!Six, implied Head!Baltar, implied Baltar, implied Roslin, implied Tory Foster
Pairing: Caprica/Head!Six
Wordcount: 1,902
Rating: NC-17
SPOILERS: Generalized Season 4. No specific spoilers.
Warnings: exhibitionism
Summary: Caprica Six receives a very unexpected visitor in the brig
Beta: the lightning fast daybreak777

Also, thanks to wyrdwritere for contributing a couple of ideas
Author's Note: This is for _usakeh_ on her 21st birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY USAKEH!

It was also submitted to the 4th Annual Kink/Cliche Challenge

Caprica is not stupid. She knows they are watching.

They watch her every hour of the day. Watch her eating, reading, pacing. They watch her put on the makeup they deign to bring her every now and then. (She never gets to choose the colors. Apparently that would be a show of weakness for them.) Sometimes they have even watched her cry.

Then there are the things they watch without understanding. They can’t possibly understand. They watch her project – forests, beaches, beautiful, peaceful places. Wide open places. Places where their hatred can’t touch her. Where she can almost feel alone and at ease.

Another thing she’s pretty sure they don’t know? Sometimes, they watch her kiss.

When he deigns to appear to her, which is random these days, and not very often, but he appears more often than the real Gaius, who never comes, even though he could now if he wanted. But she tells herself she doesn’t care, because when he comes to her, he takes her chin gently between his fingertips and runs his other hand through her hair, kissing her slowly, with appreciation. He nurtures her, keeps her going, although he always waits until the moments when she thinks she will finally go crazy in this cell.

But it is never more than that. In that way, he is fundamentally different from the real Gaius. He never wants more than to kiss her, to touch her gently, lovingly, which she of course appreciates; but sometimes, sometimes, though she is loath to admit it, she misses the sex she and Gaius used to have. 

She remembers the day her people destroyed humanity – the way she violently threw him on the bed, the way he couldn’t resist tearing off her clothes, the way she tore off his. She remembers noticing how he didn’t give a damn what she wanted really, just told her what he thought she wanted to hear, so they could get to the part where he was inside her. Except he wouldn’t tell her the one thing she really wanted to hear him say. (Why did she only want it then? On the day she was going to kill him?)

The sex had felt cruel and wrong, like a lioness toying with a mouse, but she couldn’t deny that it had felt incredibly hot, kinky, and somehow dangerous. As if in the throes of passion, she might let something slip about the Plan while there was still time for it to go wrong.

“You wish just once he would show up here and tear your clothes off like that, don’t you? Touch you until you moan, until you feel alive again.”

Caprica opens her eyes in shock, hearing a voice that is strong and breathy, and female, and familiar. Who is in here with her?

Her shock only increases when she sees an exact duplicate of herself standing there in front of her. How did a Six get in here with her? And what is a Six doing here on Galactica? Had she been that lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t heard the clang of the cell door? Impossible.

She just stares at her for a long moment, then, in shock, realizes she hears nothing in the ether of her mind, none of the familiar, warm static of two of the same model coming within range of each other. There is only silence between them. Confused, she reaches her hand out in an unconscious, practiced gesture, waiting for her sister Cylon to do the same so they can touch and share memories, share an explanation between them without the need for speech.

But instead, her sister Cylon laughs; it’s a laugh that’s deep and throaty, and undeniably sexual. Caprica finally notices how everything about her double is sexual, especially her dress, a scanty red item that exposes her midriff and is tight around every other part of her body in a way that Caprica can’t help but notice with the slightest of stirrings of desire.

Her hair is like Caprica’s, but somehow, Caprica thinks it shimmers more, so that it almost seems ethereal, even in the harsh lighting of this cell. It’s all confusing. Why doesn’t she feel a connection to her?

“Gaius Baltar, for all his flaws, is a pretty good in bed when he’s focused, isn’t he?” she chuckles, moving in to Caprica’s personal space, now finally reaching out a hand towards Caprica – not in communion – but to shove a rough hand up Caprica’s shirt, so fast Caprica barely has time to react before the woman’s tapered fingers are rolling her nipple between them.

“I could give you all he had to give and more, you know,” she says, “right now.”

Caprica gasps in surprise, not only at the suddenness of it all, but at the shocking wetness she feels inside.

She feels a hand on the back of her head and feels herself being pulled in towards her sister’s lips. The kiss is rough, sloppy, demanding, a lot like Gaius’ kisses used to be, yes, but without any of the doubt she could sometimes sense within him.

Her back arches immediately in desire until she hears herself moaning into the kiss and she disentangles herself in a panic, aware again of the cameras that are always watching. This is nothing like the demure, gentle kisses she is used to from the Gaius in her head.

 “I wouldn’t worry,” her double says, visibly amused at Caprica’s sudden shyness. “They can’t see me. I’m not really here.”

“What?” she croaked. “What are you talking about? Who are you?” Her mind went down an insane path: “Are you him?” she asked.

Again, she laughed, nestling her palm back onto the back of Caprica’s head. “Why would he go to the trouble of disguising himself? He knows whom you want him to be, after all.”

The hand moves down Caprica’s head, trailing down her neck and then her spine, coming to rest at Caprica’s ass, where her fingers explore the waistband of her pants, working their way underneath. A sharp intake of breath whistles through Caprica’s parched lips. Fingers are making their way to the front, long fingernails lightly scratching against her skin. They are fiddling with the button on her waistband.

“I- I don’t know if this is such a good idea,” Caprica whispers, still thinking of the cameras.

“Come on,” she coaxes, wresting the button free of its loop. Caprica hears the sound of her own zipper pulling down. “How many times have you thought about those cameras up there and wanted to say, 'frak you, Laura Roslin, frak you Adama,' and show them how very well you know they’re watching?”

Caprica gasps. Fingers are worming their way into her underwear, seeking out the ache inside her. “You’re not really here?” she whimpers, her eyes going half-lidded as she feels one finger beginning to spread her apart. Already, she feels a lightness, a distance from her own body.

“No, but you are,” the woman bends into her and breathes into her ear. “The cameras see everything. So what do you say we give Roslin and her little assistant on the other side of that wall a show they’ll never forget?”

A second finger goes in and Caprica feels dizzy. Her thighs feel gloriously heavy and gelatinous as the fingers start to pump in and out of her, Caprica summons all her strength to squirm herself on them, ride them, her mouth falling open in her concentration, focused now on only one thing – satisfaction.

“That’s it,” her own voice coos into her ear again. “I like it when you’re selfish like this, demanding; you’re stronger.” She rewards Caprica with another finger thrust up inside, and Caprica yelps, but already she doesn’t care that it hurt, that the cameras are watching. Her eyes are shut tight in anticipation, head thrown back towards the ceiling. She can feel the fingers pumping faster now, harder now, driving her towards the release she wants so badly.

Without a plan, Caprica reaches out blindly, touches hair so familiar in its texture, she’s startled a moment. She tangles it in between her fingers, using it to pull her seducer into a rough kiss that elicits a impressed grunt of pleasure. This woman feels so real, far more real than projection has ever felt. She lets the grinding of her hips fall in sync with the thrusts of her kisses, trails her hand down shoulders and fondles those perfect breasts (her own) as she feels the body next to her jerking with sudden shocks of desire under her ministrations.

Her lips shift from the woman’s mouth down to the nape of her neck, tongue flicking mischievously, possessively, while all the while, her hips keep grinding a desperate rhythm. Her hands wander restlessly down into the slit of the woman’s fire-red dress.

To Caprica’s surprise, she feels no underwear there, and her face blooms with a devilish smile. Her fingers quickly find their way to their prize, pushing inward. The body next to hers jerks in sudden, surprised desire under her ministrations, and Caprica hears her begin to emit low moans as Caprica quickly steps up the pace to match the fingers thrusting inside her.

“You’re so beautiful,” Caprica tells her in between kisses, fully aware of the irony in her own words. I can’t believe how much I want you, she thinks.

“Beautiful,” her twin echoes, her voice breathy above Caprica’s head. Her lips can feel the vibrations in the woman’s neck. This is so real. How can it be?

Somewhere in the back of her mind, this feels wrong, on so many levels; but it only makes her want it all the more. She takes one last glance up at the ceiling. She feels the woman’s body pull back with another throaty laugh.

“Yes, they’re watching. Always watching. You don’t care anymore, do you?” The fingers inside her move faster now, more insistently. Caprica growls and matches her pace. Both women groan and sigh in unison with weak-kneed pleasure. They are both so close. Caprica is dripping in sweat with the exertion of their hips rising and falling as one.

“Let them watch,” Caprica barely manages to get out before her whole body spasms into a loud, shocked gasp. The sweet, paralyzing bliss overtakes her and she falls back onto the cot, pooled in sweat, her ears filled with the sound of her sister Cylon crying out with an exact duplicate of her own orgasm.

Caprica lies there for a long while, eyes closed, her limbs drooping to the floor in luxurious exhaustion.  Already, her double is nowhere to be found. Well, that’s fine. Caprica has always been used to that with him. Her flesh is beaded with sweat, her clothes disheveled, in full view of the cameras.  Anyone can see the lingering evidence of her ecstasy.  Maybe they will, she thinks, as her tongue flickers over swollen, parched lips. No doubt they recorded every moment.

She smiles, feeling her body begin to vibrate, then erupt into spasms of self-satisfied laughter as she opens her eyes. She laughs straight into the mechanical eye above her head, laughing at those who watch, who always watch.

The rest of the day, she does not pace. She does not read. She does not cry.

She lies on her cot, alone in her thoughts, alone and at peace.

 

Comments

Re: OMG.

[millari.livejournal.com]

Yay! I'm so glad you liked it. I had to do it after daybreak777 and I visited you for NYCC, and we got into that discussion about the hottest, craziest pairings. I still remember your squee reaction when the idea of the Caprica/Head!Six pairing came up. :)

Again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

[millari.livejournal.com]

Ooh! I'm way too late to enter that challenge you wanted me to participate in, aren't I?

But you can just post regularly to the comm as well?

[wyrdwritere.livejournal.com]

This is very hot. I like the way you use the smut for more than just PWP, but give it a very sweet character arc. like that she laughs at the end. People should laugh more in porn.

I think you should have left in the suggestion of a religious dimension to Caprica's experience, since she (and Head) are both creatures of faith, but it is hard to bring that in without taking over the whole damn story.

[millarific.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm glad you liked it even if I didn't take all your suggestions on it. I guess I just felt like giving it a religious dimension would maybe take it a little too far into gravitas to feel quite right.

But thanks for your help with it!

[wyrdwritere.livejournal.com]

Yeah, religious elements can get weird quickly. It's a good story without them. Well done.

[pirateygoodness.livejournal.com]

Hoooooot. Dude, this is so fucked up and sexy and FULL OF ROBOTS. Win.

[millari.livejournal.com]

Glad it exceeded your RDA of robots. ;) Thanks for reading.

[demonqueen666.livejournal.com]

Nice. I have a feeling that video is going to be making the rounds on the black market...

[millari.livejournal.com]

*snerk* Yeah. I can be so very full of wroooonng sometimes.

Thanks for reading.

It's only fair

[thorn-meowus.livejournal.com]

Baltar got to visit with Head Baltar so why not have Caprica Six get a visit from Head Six? Good story.

Re: It's only fair

[millari.livejournal.com]

Thanks! And yes, I agree. If Head!Baltar can do it, why not Head!Six?

Thanks for reading.

[olli01a.livejournal.com]

Wow. Hot. And I impressed by the way you described Caprica's inner thoughts about being in the cell and how you built in the projections.

Must be a very interesting explanation why Caprica can see her own head double and why she don't know about her.

[millarific.livejournal.com]

Thanks for reading and for taking the time to comment. I love Cylon projection and couldn't resist bringing it in, if only for a moment. :D

And yeah, I really have no idea how the whole Caprica Six being able to see Head!Six would actually work, but I figure if Baltar gets to see his own Head!Gaius, why can't Caprica? I hope someday we get some sort of canon explanation of how all the different Head!People are able to exist and what they mean.

[olli01a.livejournal.com]

So say we all.

[runawaynun.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow. This was awesome.

Poor Tory probably wanted to jump Roslin after that....

[millari.livejournal.com]

Poor Tory probably wanted to jump Roslin after that....

Yeah, especially these days.

Thanks for the comment! Glad you liked.

[projectcyborg.livejournal.com]

OMG. OH. EM. GEE.

I am remiss in commenting on this story -- I kept wanting to read it again and savor it. the number of things that are awesome in it just broke me:

1. HEAD!SIX VISITS CAPRICA.

1a. BECAUSE SHE IS NOT GETTING ENOUGH FILTHY SEX.

2. everything about the mindfrakky connection between them.

2a. especially the part where SISTERS CAN COMMUNICATE BY TOUCH. (this is also my fanon)

3. SURVEILLANCE CAMERAS.

3a. WHICH LAURA AND TORY ARE PROBABLY WATCHING.

I think this is one of the best Cyloncest stories to date.

in other news: I am hatching a dastardly plan to collaborate on some sort of Cylon RPG over twitter this weekend to correspond with the midseason finale. is that something you might be interested in? we need someone to play Tigh or Anders (in a den of lesbians).

[millari.livejournal.com]

Hey! Thanks for commenting. I'm totally flattered. :)

Yes, clearly this fic was written purely for reasons of fairness to Caprica. She is not getting enough filthy sex by far. Tigh doesn't really count, in my book.

Re: Twitter RPG. I had to get someone to explain what Twitter was, lol. But I did sign up for an account under millari and have managed to set it up to my phone, so even though I will be at a con this weekend, I think I could manage to do this. Depending on whether or not the hotel has SciFi, I may not get to see the finale all weekend. Will that be a hindrance to participating?

If not, I would like to be Sam Anders. Let me know when it would all start. Also, some basics of how and where to send updates would be helpful, as I'm still figuring out this Twitter thing.

Thanks!

[projectcyborg.livejournal.com]

hee! I would have helped you out with all that stuff. twitter is awesomely addictive, btw. I am projectjulie, obvs.

HOWEVER, the scheduling may be more a of a problem. a con, huh? we are tentatively thinking of meeting up to "play" live Saturday eveningish US time, which would necessitate seeing the episode and brainstorming some things out before that. that may very well get pushed back, though, as we coordinate with everyone.

I will email you with further details!

[daybreak777.livejournal.com]

Six/Head!Six. One of the best parts of this fic was imagining _usakeh_'s reaction to seeing it. :-) I'm glad she liked it.

I like it too! Sisters doin' it for to themselves! And I like that Tory and Roslin may be watching. This is an all-female enterprise here. And I'm glad Caprica and Head!Six decide to give them a show. Why not? These are Sixes we're talking about.

It is still shocking that someone can get into her private thoughts, when Head!Six first speaks. Shocking and very intimate.

“Come on . . . How many times have you thought about those cameras up there and wanted to say, 'frak you, Laura Roslin, frak you Adama,' and show them how very well you know they’re watching?”

I miss Head!Six. Not just because she is sexy but because she was bold and scary. Maybe she will favor us with her presence more often next year. Until then there is always fic!

[blue-crow.livejournal.com]

I suppose what this makes me think about is Six/Tory, or even Six/Tory/Roslin. Or just Tory/Roslin. I enjoy what this implies and how my enjoyment of the piece is heightened even more by that background image.

I mean, not that the piece itself isn't incredibly hot. The only thing better than robots (or hallucinations, I suppose) is the twincest that these devices make almost mandatory.

[korenap.livejournal.com]

I really enjoyed how you got into Caprica as a prisoner and turned this into reclaiming her power. The end was perfect. It does beg for the remix's for the reactions of others. Which since someone pointed out the likely hood of the vid going through the fleet, could be everyone and anyone.

Yep, I can see a whole comm devoted stories of people watching the vid, thereby forcing the fic to be read over and over again and spread around by writers as life imitates the life the piece of life from your piece of art would have. You there for get the gold star porn guaranteed to generate more porn- real and imaginary.

[millari.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I'm glad you tuned into the parts about her reclaiming power. I didn't want the implications to be about Caprica simply being exploited by those watching the surveillance cameras.

Honestly, when I wrote this story, it somehow hadn't even occurred to me that the video would have been circulated, but of course it totally could and probably would have. It's always made me cringe a little to think about that possibility, but I suppose the point of the story is that Caprica gets to a point where she wouldn't give a damn. :)

Thanks for commenting. Glad you liked.

[korenap.livejournal.com]

it somehow hadn't even occurred to me that the video would have been circulated, but of course it totally could and probably would have. It's always made me cringe a little to think about that possibility-

That's the NC-17 dilemma. You write about this moment and if it's done well it gets inside of the character well enough to expose her relationship to herself as well as others and always reveals a relationship to power at that time. And then people read it as porn where something 'hot' is the prevailing criteria. Often the reason people who refuse to write NC-17 just don't want to have this carefully crafted intimate moment being used to perv. So I guess I'm glad the thought of the vid being distributed makes you cringe.