Vile Contagion Prologue

Title: Vile Contagion : Prologue
Rating: R for self-pleasure, implied sex
Pairing: Gaius Baltar / himself, implied Gaius Baltar / Caprica Six, future other Gaius pairings
Summary: Two years before the fall, Gaius Baltar discovers he may have contracted a disease. This is a prologue for a longer study.
Thanks to blaaksable for beta readings.



Two Years Before The Fall

The second he heard the door lock, he finally allowed himself to panic. He untied his velour bathrobe, fingers trembling, and took his cock in his hand, pulling over his bedside lamp to better examine it. Flaccid, it was nothing to brag about, but as far as he could see, there were no strange discolorations or markings, no little red welts or dry patches, at least not yet. No, it was as smooth and lovely as ever, well-shaped, and for a moment Dr. Baltar began to doubt that he'd even felt anything strange at all. In fact, the painful sensation had only occurred during his orgasm, as he'd felt that incredible blond tighten around him, her surprisingly strong hands pulling him in deeper. His memories of her moans were enough to almost make him forget about what had happened next.

Satisfied that there were no blemishes he could detect, Dr. Baltar tied his robe and moved into his study, trying to maintain a rational and scientific mind as he began to type his symptoms into the browser window. As he waited for results to pour in for his query, he began to examine his member again, as if he was sure that this time he would see the problem, the cause written in big letters along the shaft. He realized that his hand had stirred certain responses out of his body, and he continued to stroke himself to ease his anxiety.

Strangely, nothing seemed relevant. Every disease that listed his particular problems listed many things that were far worse than what he was experiencing, and almost none of them were transmitted sexually. A new panic rose up in Dr. Baltar, that perhaps he had misjudged the lovely young woman, and that perhaps his disease was much more serious, coming from a defective organ. Perhaps it was a degenerative nervous disorder. That was it, his nerves weren't reporting correct stimuli. Of course. A good surgeon might be able to help him. There, now wasn't that simple? He'd phone his physician immediately. Or maybe he'd better wait until he'd dealt with the parts of himself that he was still fondling.

He summoned up images of the woman who had just departed, the one he'd been so sure had given him some vile disease, but who he now knew must have been innocent. He thought of how her lips had reddened as she sucked him, of her moans muffled around his length. How eager she'd been to swallow everything and keep her mouth on him until he was ready to satisfy her. He was surprised by how easily he could embrace the terror he'd had only moments ago, how she became sexier for her imagined danger. He stroked faster, his hips arching up from his chair and into his hand, as he brought himself to the edge.

As he came, he was paralyzed for a second by the shock of feeling what he'd been hoping he'd only imagined, the nerves he was sure couldn't be responding correctly, that no disease he'd ever heard of caused. The second he felt his climax, the nerves of his spine lit up, burning a trail from his tailbone up into his skull. His skin was almost hot to the touch. Gaius couldn't have dialed his physician's number quickly enough.

...

"I think you'll be pleased to hear your tests came back negative," the pretty nurse informed Dr. Baltar.

"May I put my pants back on, then?" he asked, uncomfortable in his striped hospital gown.

"Yes, of course, Mr... Doctor, Baltar. Oh-" recognition flashed in her eyes. "Doctor Baltar! I read your interview in the Caprican Herald last week. Its... very controversial..."

"Yes, I, if you don't mind, I'd like to redress. Thank you, though, for keeping up with my..." he trailed off as he noticed the nurse watching him intently, her hands clutching her clipboard against her chest, yet holding it just low enough to accentuate her cleavage. "You know, miss... if you'd like to discuss it, I'm free all afternoon..."

"I'd be honored, Dr. Baltar. May I call you Gaius?"

Gaius was pleased his results had been negative.