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The next
day, Ethan was already impatient for his next rendezvous with Tylor. He was even beginning to envy Liina
and the Vol brothers for getting to spend every day
with the man he was definitely in love with.
But he had
quickly discovered that every cloud had a silver lining, when his mission with Tonnio and Leo turned out to be on Moatoob,
in the mines that Tylor’s rogues used as a hideout.
He spent the whole time imagining the possibilities.
Tonnio
was eyeing the human male suspiciously as they rounded up the mission.
“You’ve
been smiling non-stop. It’s creepy,” the small beast pointed out. “I bet you’re
thinking of sneaking off to Tylor’s hideout!”
Relatively
shocked that the smaller Guardian had seen through him so quickly, Ethan tried
to appear casual. “Well, I was thinking about it…”
“Yeah,
yeah… I knew it. But what if the Landeel’s not there?
Tylor and Liina might be
off somewhere, you know… on business or whatever.”
Ethan
cringed. “I never thought of that.”
“Well,
maybe you’ll get lucky! Hah. You’re totally smitten,” Tonnio
shook his head in despair. “I suppose you want me and Leo to take care of the
report, then?”
“…I’d
really appreciate it,” Ethan gave the small beast his most radiant smile.
“Ugh, fine.
Leo! Let’s head back, old man.”
“What? Is
Ethan staying here?” the older beast looked from Tonnio
to Ethan questioningly.
“Yeah,
he’s… um… left something aboard the Landeel,” Tonnio lied, rubbing the back of his head.
Ethan
glared at the small beast.
“…Like his
underwear, for example,” the small beast muttered under his breath.
Leo didn’t
look convinced, but nodded dubiously. “Alright, see you back at the colony,
Ethan,” he said, waving before setting off with a snickering Tonnio.
Cursing to
himself about Tonnio’s tactless comments, Ethan made his
way to where the Landeel had previously been docked.
He prepared himself for disappointment but hoped for the best when he went
through the doors.
Luck was
evidently with him, for there was the Landeel, in all
its shining red glory.
*******
It was just
as well that Ethan remembered his way to Tylor’s room
from before, and even better that there were no Vol brothers lurking around this time. He stopped dead in
his tracks when he remembered that Tylor had his door
password-protected.
“Oh, shit…”
Ethan murmured, peering at the number pad doubtfully. When he saw the lock was
green though, he heaved a sigh of relief- apparently Tylor
only had the room locked when he wasn’t in it. He grinned and burst into the
room exuberantly. “Tyyylor, you
here?”
The rogue leader
looked up sharply, wearing an amusing look of bewilderment. “Ethan?” He sat
back in his chair, blinking. “What are you doing here!?”
“That’s
some welcome,” Ethan rolled his eyes, strolling over to the desk where Tylor was seated, and leaning down to smile at him. His
eyes widened briefly before softening with affection when he noticed that the
beast was wearing glasses. “Hey, you look really cute with those!”
Tylor
snorted, taking them off and putting them aside. “I was doing my accounts…” he
shook his head. “You came all the way here to see me? I just got back, too, so
that was a risky gamble…”
“I’m sorry
to interrupt, if you’re busy…” Ethan said hesitantly.
“Oh,
forgive me… I’m actually very happy to see you,” Tylor
smiled reassuringly, “I just didn’t expect to see you
here.” He pulled Ethan towards him by the collar, kissing him intensely. “You
just can’t keep away, eh?”
Ethan shook
his head with a grin. You have no idea…
He deepened the kiss hungrily, swiping his tongue along Tylor’s
and sharing his breath with him.
“Ethan…” Tylor eventually turned his face to the side, breaking the
kiss, “I meant it when I said I was glad to see you, but… I have things to do.
Think you can give me just a moment to get it done?”
Ethan made
a slight face. “…Okay, I see.” He got off the rogue’s lap and moved around
behind him. He put his hands on Tylor’s strong
shoulders and squeezed gently. “I’ll just stand here, then.”
Tylor
hesitated, then nodded, putting his glasses back on
and refocusing on the huge list of names and figures.
Ethan
softly kneaded his lover’s shoulders, pretending not to be interested in his
finances. His eyes widened at the length of the last number, presumably the
grand total of what Tylor had ‘earned.’ …That’s a LOT of meseta,
he thought.
Tylor was
evidently having trouble concentrating, judging by the way he was staring into
space. He seemed to mentally shake himself, going back to jotting down some
neat sums.
Ethan
smirked, knowing he should let the rogue sort out his business. He enjoyed touching
Tylor too much, however, and his hands drifted down
the beast’s chest, caressing his collarbone and stroking his fingers down
underneath his shirt.
Tylor’s
breathing subtly changed rhythm, and the movements of his pen slowed down
ever-so-slightly.
Entertained,
the human began slowly unfastening the older man’s shirt, running his hand down
the smooth skin as more was revealed. When he moved the hand back up and
pinched a nipple, the pen fell from Tylor’s hand and
rolled across the floor.
Feeling
victoriously smug, Ethan resumed the disrobing of Tylor’s
upper body.
“Damn it,
Ethan…” the rogue protested, snatching Ethan’s
wandering hand. “Just one minute, and I’ll be finished--” he was cut off
abruptly, as his chin was tilted back, and his mouth covered by the Guardian’s.
Stroking
his tongue fervently along Tylor’s lips, Ethan
muttered, “Do it later…”
he gently freed his hand from Tylor’s
grasp, reaching down to rub firmly between the beast’s legs. “…Just so cute
with those glasses…”
Accepting
defeat with a weary sigh, Tylor put the sheet of
paper aside along with his glasses, trying not to arch into Ethan’s hand.
“Fine, Ethan. Have it your way. But I’m not very happy about this.”
“That’s
okay. You’re pretty sexy when you’re angry,” Ethan said with a smile, which
broadened when he felt the rogue harden despite apparently being ‘unhappy.’
Tylor’s
eyes drifted closed. “…You’re impossible…”
“Yeah, I
know…” Ethan beamed. “Can we move onto the bed…?”
Tylor
smiled slowly, standing up. He dropped his shirt to the floor before pulling
Ethan over to the bed.
Remembering
how they first made love on the very same sheets, Ethan couldn’t keep the smile
off his face. He kicked his trainers off and stripped down to his boxers with
practiced speed, then sat on the edge of the bed,
pulling Tylor towards him by the hips. He kissed just
below the rogue’s navel. “I feel kinda guilty for
putting you off your work, you know…”
“Good,” Tylor frowned, but his eyes were mirthful. “I should really
be stricter with you- like refusing to take my clothes off,
or something…”
Ethan
stared at the beast incredulously, hands clasped firmly around Tylor’s backside of their own accord. “You wouldn’t really…
right?”
Tylor
smirked down at the human. “Mm, who knows? Or perhaps I could simply not touch
you…” he went on teasingly, amused by how distressed Ethan looked.
The
Guardian sighed, burying his face in the rogue
leader’s bronzed stomach. “…But I really like the way you touch me…”
Relenting, Tylor pushed Ethan onto his back, climbing on top. “Then
shut up and let me,” he purred, licking and nipping at Ethan’s throat while his
hands stroked firmly down the length of the human’s body.
Unseen,
Ethan smiled to himself. It was taking a great deal of patience, waiting for an
opportunity, but he knew it would be worth it. He took his time in savouring
his lover’s heated caresses, moaning softly when the beast’s knee brushed in between
his legs. He grinned suddenly, flipping them over.
Tylor
scowled a little disapprovingly, but otherwise didn’t protest.
Ethan gave
the rogue a particularly deep and distracting kiss while he discreetly pinned
his hands to the bed above his head.
Tylor
went rigid when he heard an obvious ‘click.’ He pulled back from the kiss, and
slowly, silently, tilted his head back to see that his wrists were shackled to
the bed-posts.
Ethan
smirked lewdly, biting his lower lip in excitement. For some reason, the sight
of his strong and proud lover restrained sent a surge of heat straight to his
groin. And by the look of it, Tylor wasn’t too
thrilled at being rendered helpless.
“…Interesting. And where, exactly, did you find these?” the pirate said at last, in a
slightly strained version of his usual calm voice.
“Oh, in one
of your storage rooms…” Ethan explained offhandedly, running a finger down the
taut muscles of Tylor’s abdomen.
“…And how
did you find that?”
“Found it
by accident the last time I was onboard,” Ethan went on, smiling innocently.
Tylor
stared at him. “Weren’t you with me the whole time…?”
“Yeah,
except from when I left,” Ethan said, beginning to unfasten Tylor’s
waistband.
“You were
in the bridge. Tonnio had gone on ahead, so I didn’t see where he went, and thought that
storage room was the exit… but hey, no big deal.”
“But you’ve
found your way on and off before!” Tylor protested.
Ethan
grinned. “I know, but I forgot.” He tugged the rogue’s zip down, running his
index finger down the faint trail of blonde hair. “Anyway, consider this
payback for when you and Magashi left me handcuffed
on the floor.”
Tylor
gazed up at Ethan in confusion. “I wouldn’t have hurt you…”
“And I’m
not going to hurt you,” Ethan
promised gently, leaning down to kiss his friend. “You don’t like being
vulnerable, do you?”
Tylor
swallowed, opened his mouth, then closed it again. He
shook his head numbly.
Ethan’s mouth quirked up. “So how come you’re hard as a rock, then?” and
he formed a tight fist around Tylor’s arousal,
squeezing for emphasis.
Tylor
made a choked sound. “Because… because in spite of being daunting…” he said,
his eyes lustful, “…it’s…hot.”
Ethan
groaned, kissing the rogue ravenously. He all but devoured Tylor’s mouth while tugging off his shoes and last item of
clothing. Without even pausing for breath, he shucked off his own
underwear, leaving them both blissfully naked at last.
Wrenching
his head to the side, Tylor gasped. “Ethan, are you
going back on your word!?”
“Huh?”
Ethan sat back a little.
“We’re on my ship… that means you’re supposed to
be the one on your back,” Tylor reminded him, tossing
his hair from his eyes.
Ethan
smiled. “Oh, don’t worry. I didn’t forget…” he snaked downwards and kissed
lightly at Tylor’s inner thigh. “You can be on top
when I’m finished with you.”
Tylor
frowned, tugging briefly against the restraints. “Oh, when I get my hands on
you…”
Ethan
shuddered violently from the erotically dark tone of voice. He almost believed
that the beast might actually break the handcuffs,
what with the way his biceps were straining enough to snap the toughest metal.
He must
really dislike having no control, Ethan thought, so aroused by the turn of events
that it was beginning to ache. He used one arm to hold the aggravated rogue’s
hips down, and fed the other man’s length into his mouth with the other.
Tylor
grunted against his will, before sealing his lips in an attempt to prevent any
further noise.
Ethan would
have grinned if his mouth wasn’t already occupied. Remembering something he’d
learned about, he carefully relaxed his gag reflex and swallowed the hot flesh.
He was very glad that he was pinning Tylor’s hips down, because he was positive the man would have choked him
at that moment.
“Ahh, damn… Ethan…” the beast cursed, evidently growing more
frustrated by the second. His body was shining with sweat by now, his stomach
muscles undulating in a way that made Ethan want to start pounding into him. He
didn’t want to deprive Tylor of his rights, however,
so he resisted the urge.
Instead, he
sucked hard on the rogue’s erection, lashing his tongue against the underside.
His free hand crept up to Tylor’s stomach, loving the
feel of his powerful muscles as they rippled.
Tylor was
staring at the ceiling with glazed eyes, his parted lips now failing to hold
back the sighs and moans of pleasure.
Ethan kept
up the suction of his mouth until he felt the beast’s thighs trembling as he
neared the edge, then he swiftly withdrew.
“Ethan!!” Tylor cried, glaring at the human with livid red eyes.
“What do you think you’re doing!?”
Brimming
with amatory fear, Ethan leaned over the older male, resting a hand on the
restraints. “If I let you go now, will you kill me?”
Tylor
said nothing, breathing heavily and doing nothing to quell Ethan’s doubts.
The
Guardian laughed nervously, unfastening the lock and slipping the handcuffs
off.
Before he
could even sit back, Tylor had him crushed to the bed
in such a way that sharply reminded Ethan just how strong beasts were.
“Give me
one good reason why I shouldn’t nanoblast and fuck
you into the floor,” the rogue growled, baring his fangs.
Shocked at
the beast’s choice of vocabulary, Ethan paled slightly. “Woah…
I’ve never seen you this mad…” he gulped loudly.
Tylor
slowly smiled, though it was a little twisted. “I’m not mad… but I’m not going
to go easy on you this time…” he lifted Ethan’s legs onto his shoulders,
slipping two fingers into his mouth and sucking on them.
Ethan
watched with rapt attention, worried that he was actually going to climax from
the sexual tension alone.
When Tylor deemed his digits wet enough, he took them out and
smirked at Ethan before pressing them into his waiting body.
Ethan cried
out, remembering in an instant what he was in for. “Oh hell,
never mind that, just do it!” he begged, trying to push his hips down on
the fingers.
Tylor
shook his head, still smirking. “Now, now… you kept me waiting… why shouldn’t I do the same?”
The human
cursed under his breath, realising the rogue had a very good point. He was also
painfully aware that Tylor was only brushing his
prostate even though he knew fine well where it was. He groaned through
clenched teeth, desperate for more.
“Damn it,
I’m sorry… I’m really sorry, Tylor, please…”
Taking
pity, the rogue’s smile softened. “Alright… only because you plead so nicely…”
he withdrew his fingers, glancing behind him.
Following
his gaze, Ethan said hurriedly, “No, never mind the lube, I’m ready… really.”
He was quite sure he was going to explode.
Tylor
looked down at Ethan thoughtfully. “Hm,
you sure?”
“Yes, I
really, really am. Come on, please!”
Biting his
lip, Tylor nodded. He kissed the Guardian’s right
knee affectionately, and pushed himself in to the hilt in one smooth motion.
Ethan
moaned in relief, revelling in the feeling of complete fullness. He was
extremely grateful when the beast began moving instantly, and met his thrusts
eagerly.
“I won’t
last long… just so you know…” Tylor panted, his grip on Ethan’s waist almost hard enough to
bruise.
“S’okay… me neither…” Ethan breathed shakily, pulling Tylor’s hips closer, feeling that he just couldn’t get the
other man deep enough. “Oh, I love you… I love you…”
Tylor
stilled suddenly, his face becoming gentle in an instant. “…I love you too,
Ethan…” he smiled so sincerely at the human that Ethan felt quite emotional,
before resuming his ministrations with renewed vigour.
Ethan went
over the edge with a loud cry, clamping his muscles down around the rogue’s
length with his last remainder of energy, bringing Tylor
along with him.
The beast
moaned in ecstasy as he tensed all over, before collapsing on the bed next to
his younger lover.
Ethan
struggled to speak even though he could barely breathe. “Hah… I… bet that was
more interesting… than… doing accounts.”
Tylor
rolled his head to the side lazily, arching an eyebrow at the Guardian.
“…You’re a
nuisance, my dear.”
Smiling
widely at the term of endearment, Ethan snuggled closed, draping an arm over
the beast’s chest and quickly dozing off.
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