marlowemuses | Now I'm seeing red, not thinking straight

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Now I'm seeing red, not thinking straight

It was strange, how suddenly the world had changed at the end of the war. The alliance had suddenly unlocked some classified new ability that only certain fighters could wield, and only through the use of navigators, but any navigator would do, and the rumors were that the technique used navigators up and drained them, making them disposable. Interchangeable. Not like the rare and highly-skilled fighters.

With the end of the war, a general--a fighter--had taken over presidency of the alliance with a landslide victory. The surviving fighters were all war heroes, lavishly rewarded.

And Abel, at the top of his class, was still in the academy at the end of the war, and graduated with no war and no purpose. But the alliance was what he wanted, and he'd worked to earn his title as a navigator, so he took it, and the position he was offered. He was to be paired with a fighter, one of the war heroes of the alliance. An honor, they said, that he'd earned, through his hard-work and skill.

But that wasn't quite right, because there wasn't a war anymore. They'd wiped out the Colterons, and they had enough military power to conquer any other races that appeared within reach. Abel didn't know what this position was, with his assignment to a fighter. He was given the code name to match his fighter: Cain.

It occurred to him that some navigator before had been called Abel. Whoever that navigator was, they were probably dead now.

Packing up his little room at the academy, Abel boarded a transport and went to meet his fate.

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Good boy, Cain thinks to himself as Abel's hand slides into his hair. Getting involved is always a good sign and Cain rewards him by undoing his pants and yanking them down. He tilts his head a little and nips at Abel's balls, then runs his tongue over the length of his cock before tugging his briefs down like he's opening a present.

He doesn't wait for protest or sound of approval, his mouth circles right about Abel's cock, tongue running along the slit before he slides his lips down.

It all happens very quickly, and Abel hasn't quite put together whether or not he wants to object to this when suddenly Cain's mouth is around him, hot and wet and welcoming, and Abel tightens his hand in Cain's hair to encourage him. He gasps with the pleasure of it, keeping his hips pressed to the counter so he won't thrust forward, starting to make little keening noises as Cain's tongue explores him.

Cain can't imagine Abel will object after this, not when he can take him in so deep and pull sounds out of him like that. He glances up to see the look on Abel's face, skimming a hand up along against the taught muscles in his stomach, then higher up to pinch and twirl one of Abel's nipples between his fingers.

Abel's in the middle of a satisfied moan when suddenly Cain's fingers pinch at his nipple and he yelps, surprised by the pain and the new sensation. "Cain!" he grouses, but it's hard to stay displeased while Cain is swallowing him down like that, and Abel arches with pleasure, knees faltering. "Ah--fuck--"

He doesn't know to warn before he comes, and it all happens so suddenly, much faster than when he touches himself. Abel's hand twitches in Cain's hair, and then he's coming.

Abel's jumpiness causes his hips to jerk forward, but Cain swallows him down no problem. It's the slight buckle in the other man's knees that gives him some warning, but he doesn't pull off fast enough before Abel comes, and he gets most of it in his mouth.

He grimaces as he swallows, pulling off and moving his hand to Abel's cock instead and keeps jerking him off. "Fuck, has no one ever sucked you off before either?"

Panting as he recovers, Abel doesn't answer that. His cheeks are bright red, though, and he's avoiding Cain's gaze, and it's not like the fact needs much confirmation. Abel is about as virginal as they come. "That was incredible."

Of course. Abel is all blushes again and Cain can't help but smirk.

"What till I fuck you, that's gonna be incredible." He gets up off his knees, spinning Abel around and pressing him down against the counter. His cum is still on Cain's fingers and he presses them against Abel's entrance to slick him up, his other hand shoving his own pants down so he can pull his leaking cock out.

Cain pushes him over the counter and Abel goes with it, dazed and pliant from the orgasm. At least until he feels slick fingers pressing into him, making his eyes widen and his cock give an interested twitch. He has someone else's fingers inside of him, and it feels exponentially better than his own fingers ever have.

"Wait," he argues, squirming up and pushing himself off from the counter, "you can't just--"

Cain slides his hand up Abel's back, pressing him back down. "Just try and relax, princess. You'll be fine. You want it, don't you?" He leans in to spit against Abel's entrance, saliva mixing with cum and then he slides the head of his cock up and down, raising an eyebrow. "I can always return you if you don't want to. But I doubt any other fighter would've been nice enough to blow you first."

"Another fighter wouldn't have bit me," Abel snapped, breath coming in panicky little gasps. The hand between his shoulderblades kept him down, and he didn't make any real effort to fight it, caught between panic and lust.

"Don't hurt me," he begged, body tensing up with nerves.

"Hey, I only did that cause I care." He slides his hand up and down Abel's back soothingly, then kicks his legs apart a little more, pressing the head of his cock against Abel's entrance. "It'll hurt less if you relax. Take a deep breath, Abel," he says, before he pushes in, letting out a low groan.

Abel is so damn tight and it takes everything inside of Cain not to ram himself into that warmth, but he goes slow as he starts filling Abel up, his hand sliding into his hair. "Ahh, fuck. You feel perfect, Abel. So fucking perfect."

"Ow," Abel complains, as Cain starts to push inside him. "Fuck you, you don't care about anyone but yourself. Ah!."

It hurts, and Abel drops his head against his arm, whimpering once and hating the part of himself that likes being used like this.

"Relax," Cain urges again, but he's not going to argue with what Abel says. It's true, he does only care about himself. Who the hell else is he supposed to care about? He slides in a little more, then pulls out almost all the way before rocking his hips forward a little more, setting up a pace. "Feels like you're pulling me right in. Bet that feels good, doesn't it."

"It hurts," Abel argues, "I told you not to hurt me."

His cheeks flush with pleasure and pain, but the way Cain bumps against his prostate makes him shudder and arch. He could never reach it like this with just his fingers.

"And here I thought they passed you around like a fucktoy," Cain pants out. He did what he could. He was nice about it too. Now he doesn't really want to hold back anymore, so he grabs at Abel's hair and tugs, forcing his back to arch as he thrust in deeper.

It's probably a good thing for Abel that he's so damn tight and hot, because Cain doesn't think he'll last all that much longer. "The first time always hurts, princess. You'll get used to it."

"You're a jerk," Abel snapped, feeling hurt, skittish, and in shock about everything that had just happened, but still making relatively little objection about it. He was trembling a little, emotions trying to catch up with how he felt about all of this, now that what he'd fantasized and what he'd wanted had blended in a way that he hadn't expected.

Cain just hums in agreement. He is a jerk, but Abel will get used to that too.

He lets go of Abel's hair and slides his hand down his back until he can grab those hips again, letting out a low moan as he tugs Abel's ass back toward him. In one smooth motion, he rocks his hips up so he can hit the sweet spot that he knows will make Abel keen and jerk under him.

Abel gasps as Cain's angle changes, overwhelming the pain with pleasure, and he shudders at it, cheeks flushing as he tries to remember that he was busy being indignant a moment before. "Fuck," he hisses, biting back a groan.

It's the perfect reaction, Abel's muscles tensing up around his cock and he doesn't even attempt to bite back his groan, his hips pressing against Abel's ass each time he thrusts in.

"Fuck, Abel. You take it so good. Im gonna come. Ahh... fuck" His hips jerk forward a handful of times before his fingers dig deep into Abel's hips and he comes hard, spilling into him.

Abel's heart clenches with shame and lust as Cain comes inside of him. As soon as Cain's done, Abel pushes himself up from the counter, shoving away from Cain and shooting him a glare before he turns and heads for the bathroom.

He turns the shower on hot and locks the door, scrubbing himself clean and then just shaking, lingering in the shower for a long time before he finally emerges, clean and wrapped in a towel, glancing around warily for Cain.

Cain is more amused than annoyed at getting shoved out of Abel and he lets him go, grabbing his beer once again. He takes a few long sips before heading to the bedroom and flopping down on the bed.

Well that was definitely something. Hopefully something he can work with, though he figures it doesn't really matter. Either Abel gets with the damn program, or Cain will just trade him in. They get to have anything they want, after all. They're decorated war heroes with some actual pull now. There's something about Abel that he kinda likes, though, so he hopes with some breaking in, he'll be a keeper.

Cain is about to light a cigarette when he hears Abel leave the bathroom and start creeping around. He tosses the pack aside and stretches out on the bed, tucking the cigarette behind his ear as he waits.

Abel stops in the doorway at the sight of Cain on the bed, gloriously naked. It's quite the sight, and Abel can't help but think of some kind of predatory large cat: beautiful, dangerous, and lazy. Cheeks reddening, Abel takes a couple of seconds to look, and then he cuts his eyes away and goes to his suitcase instead, unpacking a couple of things until he gets to his pajamas.

He knows it's inevitable that Cain's going to watch, and he doesn't want to seem prudish by locking himself in the bathroom to change. So he lets the towel drop but keeps his back turned as he dresses in soft white pajamas and then heads for the kitchen again, ignoring Cain.

Cain glances over at Abel while he stands at the door watching, letting him drink in the glorious sight in front of him. He can't for the life of him figure out what Abel is thinking, though, aside from that blush, which makes him look even more innocent. It's pretty ridiculous.

He does watch as Abel changes, not even bothering to hide it as he takes that time to light up a cigarette as well. "Hey, are..." He starts, but Abel pretty much makes a mad dash out of the room again and Cain sits up quickly, annoyed at being ignored and walked out on. "HEY!"

Grumbling, he gets off the bed and stalks after Abel, taking a long drag of his cigarette. "Hey, what the fuck? What are you doing?"

Abel just keeps ignoring him, because it's a safe little act of rebellion, and he doesn't feel that he owes Cain explanation or attention. He gets a yogurt and another beer from the fridge, and then curls up on the couch with his tablet so that he can read.

Cain just stands there, stark naked as he watches Abel move around his house like he owns the damn place. Then again, Cain did tell him that as long as he didn't touch his personal shit, he could make himself at home. Maybe he should have laid down better rules. Maybe he should just put a goddamn leash on his navigator and tie him to the bed.

"Stop ignoring me, asshole." He's not very good at this. He's better at punching people in the face when he wants attention. "Fine. Do whatever you want. I'm gonna go train." With that, he turns and heads back to the bedroom, tossing some clothes around to find his training gear.

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