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commander-krios · 9 months

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A Friend Among Tyrants

Summary:

She was escaping. He had no idea why or how she did it. All Vexx knew was one second she was sitting quietly in her bedroom, door shut as she brushed her hair or played the harp or made awful art. She was quiet, barely speaking or even looking at him, walking from her quarters to her social obligations and back without a single fuss. By the third week, he realized what was happening.

Rating: Teen

Characters: Vexx Serif, f!Traveler

Word Count: 4208

Notes: Pre-Relationship, Pre-Romance, Friendship, First Meetings, Eventual Romance, Loneliness, Flirting, Swearing

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“Princess Daianira is a bit… difficult.”

The words pulled Vexx Serif’s gaze from his surroundings: beautiful trellises and impenetrable stone walls, fountains that were big enough to be swimming pools, flowers blooming every two feet and he still hadn’t found a single vantage point for a sniper perch. The Captain of the Guard hadn’t said a single word most of their stroll through the gardens, deciding now was a good time to discuss Vexx’s new charge.

Princess Daianira Nikolle Peg’asi.

When there was no follow up, Vexx reigned in a sigh. “Difficult, sir?”

The Captain didn’t bother to hide his displeasure at having to explain. He sighed loudly, looking every bit his advanced age, wrinkles pulling tight on his face. Vexx might’ve felt sorry for him, but he found he couldn’t find that particular emotion. Not with his parents suffering in the Orionite mines thanks to King Fenris. And definitely not when he was going to be following around the youngest obnoxious child of Fenris and the Lunar Queen, Nikolle.

“She’s run off all of her guards in the last year. Too impetuous, too stubborn.” A pair of tired grey eyes met his. “Her last guard was set on fire.”

Vexx swallowed down the wave of fear that threatened to choke him. What sort of royalty lived within these walls? Maybe Zovack was right… maybe they needed to take out the entire family. At least then, another little tyrant wouldn’t rise to power.

“I would love to say that her twin brother is worse, but he’s had the same guard for the last year.” They paused near one of the enormous fountains and the Captain turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “Be on your guard, Serif. And don’t let her out of your sight.”

“Sir.” Vexx gave a nod, but worry coiled in his gut. The little princess was going to make his job even more difficult. Great.

“You’re responsible for her safety, Lieutenant.” The Captain continued, eyes trailing over the fountain, a mosaic of blue and sea green reflecting the sunlight, nearly blinding in its radiance. “I don’t have to tell you what’ll happen if any harm comes to the King’s children.”

No, he didn’t.

The surface of the water broke, a shock of rosy golden hair the first glimpse of Princess Daianira he got. She was treading the deep water of the fountain, a pair of hard turquoise eyes peering up at them.

The Captain bowed at the waist briefly, motioning to Vexx who did the same. No use in getting started off on the wrong foot. “Princess, I have your new guard for inspection. Lieutenant Vexx Serif.”

Her eyes snapped back to his and he noticed the gill scars along her neck. Kitalphan, then. At least it was something they had in common. “Princess. It’s a pleasure.”

Her mouth turned down slightly, clearly not pleased with his presence. Or maybe something else about him bothered her: his hair, the way he stood, the way he looked. Who knew with these royal brats?

She stared at him a moment longer before she ran a hand over her slick wet hair, turning her nose up in the air. “He’s decent enough.”

Decent enough? Where the hell did she-

He swallowed down the flare of anger at her dismissal, watching as she dived below the water again, disappearing as quickly as she’d appeared.

The Captain of the Guard sighed, rubbing the spot between his eyes. “As I said, please don’t take your eyes off of her. She’s quick and clever.”

Vexx nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

This was just great.

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She was escaping.

He had no idea why or how she did it. All Vexx knew was one second she was sitting quietly in her bedroom, door shut as she brushed her hair or played the harp or made awful art. She was quiet, barely speaking or even looking at him, walking from her quarters to her social obligations and back without a single fuss.

At first, he thought that maybe the Captain had been wrong about her. How could these boring walks be anything more than a dreary experience, with the same colorful flowers and fountains, with the same dark halls, the same faces day in and day out. He spent weeks in the same monotony, following Daianira at a distance while she did her rounds, only ending the day at her closed door until he was relieved by a different guard while he got some sleep.

He wasn’t allowed to wander. The Captain drilled that into his brain within week one and when he wasn’t shadowing the princess, he was sitting in the barracks, staring at a holo-pad or training. How was he supposed to map out the palace, to find out information to aid Zovack’s grasp for power, when he was stuck staring at a fucking wall?

By the third week, he realized what was happening.

Daianira was traipsing around the gardens or swimming in the fountains or, as he found out on day fifteen, running wild through the city. On that particular day, the Captain had returned her back to the room, Vexx still standing at the door none the wiser, an exasperated look on his face and a grin that could charm the most coldhearted of men on hers.

That day, her dazzling eyes alighted on him, a secret smile curling her lips before she brushed past, door clicking softly behind her.

It took him another two days before he figured out how. There was a trellis a few feet from her bedroom window, covered in roses and wisteria, that led to the safety of the courtyard. Vexx had no idea how she even reached the trellis considering her small stature. Not to mention the thorns when all he’d ever seen her wear were full gowns.

It was day eighteen, a full three weeks since he started the damned job, when he finally got his answer.

Vexx leaned against the wall opposite the trellis, a smirk on his face as she released her hold on the vines, dropping a few feet to the ground, landing easily as if she did this every day. Who was he kidding, she did. The Captain was right to warn him not to let her out of his sight. No wonder so many guards had gone through here. She was probably getting them thrown in the Orionite mines for this headache.

He ignored the painful twinge of his heart at the reminder of why he was here. His parents. Shoving the thought away, stuffing it back in the box it’d escaped to be reflected on later, he stepped forward out of the shadow of a willow tree. With arms crossed over his chest, he raised an eyebrow at this tiny nightmare of a woman.

“Well, I didn’t know rock climbing was in your skillset, Princess.”

She jumped, cerulean eyes widening as she turned to face him, shock warring with frustration as she spied him watching from the shadows. “Who gave you permission to lurk there?”

Vexx laughed, the question as absurd as the past few weeks. She was a spry one, that’s for sure. Scaling the castle wall until she reached the trellis. Then taking the vines down, careful to avoid catching her gown on any thorns. He’d never seen anything like it.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Daianira smoothed her gown down, eyes downcast. There was no way he was falling for the demure princess act. That ship had sailed four days ago. “For a walk.”

“A walk?” He repeated, unable to hide his disbelief. She was trouble and if he wasn’t here on a mission… Vexx would be tempted to explore how much trouble she really was. “Well, considering I’m supposed to be protecting you-”

Her eyes slanted dangerously and for the first time since arriving, Vexx knew why the Captain was wary. She wasn’t physically dangerous. Vexx had at least a good foot of height over her, and much more muscle, but there was something dark lurking in her gaze. He’d seen that same look in his own eyes before. It was the type of darkness that said a person had nothing to lose.

Daianira stepped closer, the sound of her gown swishing against the stones, and he could feel his heart thundering against his ribs. A breeze blew through the garden, the scents of wisteria and lavender tickling his nose, but there was one scent that stood out among the rest. Cinnamon.

Her scent.

She approached like a lioness stalking her prey: silent, cautious, deliberate with each step. When he was within reach, Daianira brushed a hand softly against his jacket, eyes roaming his body as if she was finally ready to give him that inspection. “I’m not the one who needs protection, Lieutenant.” Her dazzling eyes met his and Vexx felt his mouth go dry.

Was she flirting with him?

She plucked a wisteria petal from his shoulder, examining the color as she twisted it between her fingers. “You’re smarter than the last guard.”

He didn’t know how to take that. So he stupidly muttered, “Thank you, Princess.”

Her lips twitched as if she was fighting a smile. “It’s not much of a compliment, Serif. He got himself set on fire. I’m sure the Captain told you that.”

No, he said you did it.

He didn’t dare reveal that tidbit so instead, Vexx snorted, in awe at how little propriety a damned princess had. “Did you skip your lessons the day your tutors taught humility?”

He realized too late it was a completely inappropriate thing to say to the girl who dictated whether or not he was in the palace at all. Would Zovack kill him when he came back empty handed… after being a Royal Guard for a fucking single day? Maybe the King would do the honor himself for insulting his youngest daughter.

Princess Daianira stared at him with a blank expression, millions of thoughts swirling behind those turquoise eyes. He steeled himself for the inevitable slap to the face when she surprised him.

She laughed.

Not a giggle or titter either, but a full bellied laugh that echoed around them in the small courtyard. Vexx felt his cheeks flush, a nervous fluttering in his chest as he watched her, rosy cheeks that nearly matched her rose gold hair, noticing little details he hadn’t during their first meeting: like the smattering of golden freckles on her nose, a small white scar above her lip, ginger eyelashes settling against her pale skin. She was beautiful and it hit him how beautiful she was at that moment.

She opened her eyes, a shrewd gaze aimed at him, a smirk still on her red lips. “You’re funny, Serif. It’s against my better judgment, but I think I may actually like you.”

He hated how his body responded to her words, a hunger gnawing in his gut as he watched her turn away, gold dress billowing out around her, a gorgeous enigma that he clearly wasn’t prepared for. He’d expected a brat, a demanding and cold princess who he’d easily grow to hate until he finally returned to Zovack. And that was easier, better. Emotions complicated things and Vexx didn’t like complicated.

Instead, he found Daianira, a woman who had the fire of a thousand suns burning beneath her skin and eyes full of unrestrained laughter. Though she tried to hide it, there was also a sadness lurking beneath her smile that he doubted he’d ever be able to pierce.

Vexx realized a heartbeat later that she was leaving him in the dust. “Wait- what are you-”

When she didn’t respond, pause, or even acknowledge him, he hurried to catch up before he lost her in the maze of gardens. Jogging beside her to keep pace, he raised a curious eyebrow. “Where are we going?”

Patting the bag that was slung over her shoulder, the one he hadn’t even noticed being so distracted by the princess herself, she gave him a grin that could only be described as feral. “I have a gift for my brother.”

Why did he think this gift wasn’t going to be well received?

Vexx noticed the golden violet hues of the horizon, the sun nearly disappearing from the sky. It was well past dinner time, nearing the hour when most people would be readying for sleep. What the hell was she up to?

“Now?”

“Why not? This is Arlo’s favorite time of the evening.” Daianira twirled around, glittering fabric tenting around her, and she laughed again, light and free and altogether mesmerizing.

“Don’t you have to… you know, get pretty for bed or whatever it is that princesses do?”

Daianira threw a sly smile over her shoulder at him. “Thinking about me in bed, Serif?”

He nearly stopped in his tracks, managing to keep the shock from slipping onto his face. He’d definitely walked into that one blindly, but now he knew how she played the game. If she thought she could throw him so easily, fluster him, she was going to be mistaken. Vexx had an arsenal that could disarm and dazzle. When he wanted it to.

Without thinking of the consequences of such an action, he reached out, fingers hovering just out of reach of her arm. He wasn’t touching her, but his fingers burned as if he was. “Is that what you want, Princess?”

She laughed again, a little breathlessly perhaps, and Vexx tried to calm the way his heart danced to the sound. He thought he might become addicted to hearing her laughter if he wasn’t careful.

Somehow, he managed to restrain himself and dropped his hand to his side, continuing on in silence, footsteps muffled against the cobblestone walkways.

This was a terrible idea. Vexx was certain that encouraging the princess in these escapades was going to get him thrown out of the palace, maybe worse, but curiosity got the better of him.

He followed without protest. And perhaps a little excitement.

It wasn’t much longer before Daianira paused, glancing up at a partially open window of blue and green glass about eight feet from the ground. Biting her lip in concentration, she glanced around as if inspecting the area. For weaknesses? Or an easy way inside?

Was this a forbidden area of the palace that she liked to explore? Or maybe a secret he could exploit?

Less than a minute passed before she smiled and reached into the bag at her side, rifling in it for something.

When she finally found what she was looking for, she let out a relieved huff, pulling a long cylindrical tube from the bag, something familiar that tickled at the back of his brain, a memory from when he was a child.

“Is that a smoke stick?”

Daianira turned to him, an impatient look on her face. “How is your throwing arm?”

“What?”

She clucked her tongue, clearly not happy with his delayed response. “Fine, I’ll do it myself.” She twisted the object, black smoke following a moment later, acrid and decidedly pungent. Lifting the hem of her dress in her free hand, she climbed atop a small bench below the window, trying to find her balance as she looked for the best angle to throw.

Vexx didn’t think, again, and stepped forward, hands gripping her waist so that he could lift her slightly, making it easier for her to reach the windowsill. With a gasp, she glanced down with wide eyes. Eyes that felt like drowning whenever she looked at him.

“Need help, Your Highness?”

She laughed quietly this time and his heart squeezed tightly, a darkness descending on him as he remembered his true goal. Maybe… maybe the entire Peg’asi line didn’t need to go down with Fenris. Maybe there was something good to be salvaged here.

He shook the thought from his head as she tossed the smoke stick into the open window, tapping his hand twice to let her down once she finished.

Vexx dropped her and she shrieked, clinging onto him before he suddenly caught her, cradling her against his chest. She let out a breath, fingers clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his jacket. Her hair tickled his cheek as she pressed her face into the crook of his neck, breath puffing against his skin as she laughed softly.

“I didn’t scare you, did I, Princess?”

She pulled back slightly, lips twitching as if she was trying not to laugh again. Her attempt to suppress it was almost as attractive as her actual grin. “I don’t scare easily, Lieutenant.”

He opened his mouth to respond, a million snarky responses on his tongue, when a bloodcurdling scream interrupted them.

Vexx’s eyes shot up to the window where the black thick smoke had filled whatever room was there, escaping through the space left for the cool night air and curling harmlessly into the sky. The sound of coughing was followed by the sight of a golden visage. The Prince, no doubt about it, even with his lack of clothing.

“You.”

Daianira fussed with the folds of her dress briefly, feigning shock when she glanced up at the image of her twin hanging out the window above them, gasping for air.

Vexx stifled the grin that threatened to expose him.

“Hello, Arlo.” Daianira said in a sweet delicate voice, so unlike herself that Vexx nearly barked out a laugh. “Having a good evening?”

Suddenly, Arlo Peg’asi wasn’t alone, a young woman with ebony waves and not a stitch on pushing him out of the way, nearly falling over the windowsill to catch her own breath. Vexx glanced away immediately at the implications of what they’d interrupted.

Of what Daianira had clearly intended on ruining for her brother.

Arlo slanted his eyes at his sister, venom dripping from his mouth as he hissed. “I’m going to-

Daianira stood straighter, expression cold as she regarded her twin, all pretense of kindness gone. “You’ll do nothing. Because if you do, next time it’ll be a bomb. Leave my guards alone.”

An unsettling grin curled Arlo’s lips. “But it was so fun to hear him scream-”

Vexx’s eyes widened, an unsettling realization in his gut. Daianira’s last guard, the fire-

By the slant of his eyes and the smirk on his face, Prince Arlo Peg’asi was as vicious as his father. Maybe more so by how unchecked his actions were.

Evil little prick.

Vexx glanced at Daianira and nearly missed her flinch, Arlo’s words striking her worse than any physical attack could. But she didn’t falter, didn’t hesitate as she clenched the folds of her dress, knuckles white as she stared at the man responsible for her hell on earth.

“I’m warning you, Arlo. You won’t like what happens next if this continues.”

Arlo sneered at her, sea green eyes glancing in Vexx’s direction briefly before returning to her. “This one will be fun to break.”

She was shaking, every part of her body shivering with barely suppressed rage. Vexx approached quietly, placing a hand on her shoulder and squeezing gently. He hoped it gave her some strength to know she wasn’t alone.

With a deep breath through her nose, she managed to speak without her voice quivering. “I won’t let you hurt him.”

Vexx felt his stomach twist further, guilt warring with the warmth her words sparked. She was protecting him. Why? Why did she feel the need to save him from a man playing at being a tyrant? Certainly Vexx was capable of handling this shithead.

And why wouldn’t she tell the Captain, or her father for that matter, that Arlo was playing dangerous games.

The asshole in question scoffed, roughly shoving his lover back inside his quarters, the smoke finally clearing. “You won’t do anything, Nira. You’re too afraid of Father. So you know what that means? I own you.”

Daianira said nothing, turning on her heels and disappearing into the gardens, the only sound left in her wake was Arlo’s disgusting laugh as he returned to his previous activities. Vexx stood still in the aftermath, unable to come to terms with the facts that one- Daianira Peg’asi was probably the best of all of the Royal family, two- Her twin was a threat, not only to Daianira and the Guard, but to everything, and three- the princess thought she was protecting Vexx from the most awful thing she could imagine, a cruel brother who enjoyed tormenting her.

And here was Vexx, plotting the downfall of her entire family.

Of plotting her death along with the rest of them.

Vexx found the thought didn’t sit as well with him as it had nearly a month ago.

It took a few minutes, but he found her sitting beneath a willow, her back pressed against its trunk with her legs pulled close to her chest. Her face was buried in her gown, sobs shaking her body as he approached. With a lump in his throat, guilt crushing his chest, Vexx sat beside her in the grass, stretching his legs out in front of him.

An uncomfortable, tense silence greeted him, but he wouldn’t leave her like this. And not because it was his job to stay at her side.

But because she was a better person than him. And he didn’t know what to do with that.

“Why are you protecting him?” He couldn’t help but ask when she hadn’t acknowledged him, watching as her shoulders tensed at the question. “He’s willing to harm others to hurt you. You don’t owe him anything, Princess. Certainly not because he’s your brother.”

Daianira lifted her head to glance at him, eyes shimmering with unshed tears, cheeks stained with those she had cried, pretty mouth in a hard line… too grim for one so young and beautiful. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Lieutenant, but I’m pretty much alone.”

He shouldn’t have asked, not when Vexx knew what the consequences would be. Zovack wouldn’t spare her. He wouldn’t spare anyone. No matter how kind or generous she was, Daianira was still a Peg’asi. Still a threat. He couldn’t care about her… shouldn’t.

When he didn’t speak, she sighed, closing her eyes and taking a calming breath. “I don’t want you to get hurt.” When she noticed the shake in her voice, she gritted her teeth, determined to not be weak. He knew what that felt like. “I won’t let Arlo hurt you.”

“Not to be ungrateful, princess, but you know nothing about me. Besides, it’s my job to-”

He paused, the lie dying on his tongue. No, his real job wasn’t to protect her. And he needed to stop forgetting that.

“Protect me?” An unhappy laugh left her mouth, her lips twisting in a wry grin. “Yes, Lieutenant, I am aware. But let me ask you this: what protections do I need in solitude? No one can reach me here and even if they could, I would welcome the chance to escape this place.”

Daianira brushed a hand through her rosy waves, curling a strand around her index finger.

“Sometimes, I imagine what it’d be like… to not be Fenris’s daughter. To be a person capable of making her own choices. To be free.”

The longing in her voice nearly undid him. “Maybe one day, you can be.”

“My father would never let me be anything more than a bargaining chip… something to marry away for an advantage. For money. That’s when he even remembers I exist at all.” She turned her face so he couldn’t see the fresh tears.

The fountains bubbled in the distance, a calming lullaby that was nothing more than an interloper in a vulnerable moment. Vexx could feel the brush of a breeze, the scent of the flowers, the laughter of the nobility as they walked by, unaware of the saddest princess in the galaxy and her guard.

Sometimes a palace could be a prison, the ethereal beauty nothing more than a mask to hide the cruelty and pain beneath.

Vexx swallowed painfully, his throat dry and his eyes prickling with tears. He didn’t know if he could save her from what was coming, didn’t know if he wanted to if he was honest, but sitting here with her, he could ease her pain. If only for a time.

Resting a hand softly on her arm, he waited until she glanced at him curiously. “What is it that Daianira wants? Not the princess, but the girl?”

She smiled then, as bright as the sun and as blinding. If he was anyone else, he might’ve thrown himself at her feet, willing to do anything to see her smile like that again. But reality wasn’t a fairytale. And not everyone got a happy ending.

“To see the stars. Really see them. And to have a friend to share it with.”

The words were the hardest he’d ever said, the lie burning his tongue before he opened his mouth. “Well, if you’ll have me, I’d be honored to be your friend.”

Vexx felt his heart break at the breathtaking smile on her face, turquoise eyes shining with a happiness she probably hadn’t felt for most of her life. It did little to ease guilt.

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commander-krios · 7 months

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Secret Passage Tryst

Fandom: Andromeda Six Pairing: Vexx Serif/Traveler Rating: Explicit Summary: What use is a secret passage if you can't use it for a tryst? Words: 1966 Additional Tags: Kinktober 2023, Human Traveler, Secret Passages, Fingering, Rough Sex, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Dirty Talk, Explicit Language, Pre-Coup

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Footsteps thudded down the hallway after them. Guards, at least two, had caught them in the sunroom where the Solar Queen usually took her tea in the afternoon, the furthest place from the south wing they could possibly be.

A place they weren’t supposed to be. But that was half the fun. The guards had seen Sade first, the golden dress she wore sticking out among the green plants. Vexx had tried to pull her behind one of the large potted ferns, but it was already too late, shouts following them out of the double glass doors and out into the hallway when they ran.

Sade giggled, the sound sending his heart thudding in his chest more than the pace of their steps did. She was wild, beautiful, intoxicating. There were times when they were alone, Sade doing some as simple as reading a book to him, her head resting in his lap while he ran his fingers through her curls, savoring the silky softness of her hair, and he wondered how he’d gotten so lucky. How this princess, of all people, was his.

One day, he would get her out of the palace, out from under her mother’s cruel eye and her siblings’ torture, bring her some place where they were nothing more than Sade and Vexx, not the Princess and her Guard. Where they could love freely and passionately.

Where the past couldn’t catch up.

Sade paused at a crossroads, slipping her warm hand into his before tugging him after her. They ducked beneath one of the ugliest tapestries Vexx had seen in the palace, only to be met by a wall.

“What are we-”

“Sh!” She hissed, fingers brushing over the wall until she found a handle, hidden within the wood paneling. The door groaned open and she disappeared behind it with him hot on her heels. Once the door was shut, they were left in darkness, breaths loud between them in the following silence.

Vexx’s heart beat in his ears, drowning out every sound around them except for the quiet gasps from Sade and for a moment, his thoughts turned in an entirely different direction when her body brushed against his, adrenaline thrumming in his veins. He reached out into the blinding darkness, fingertips brushing against her neck, across her collarbone and over the swell of her breasts.

Her hands gripped his jacket tightly, her breath stuttering in her chest. She leaned closer, slipping her fingers beneath his collar, touching hot skin with cold fingers. He shivered, moving closer to press her against the opposite wall, the heat between them chasing away the chill of the abandoned passage.

He pressed a hand against the wall near her head, his free hand tangling in her hair, the smell of her jasmine perfume filling his head. He inhaled deeply, running his lips against her throat, directly below her ear. She trembled against him, wildly trying to undo the buttons of his coat.

Vexx chuckled, his lips brushing against her cheek, hot breath ghosting against her skin. “You’re shaking, Princess.”

She huffed breathlessly, giving up on the buttons and running her fingers through his hair instead. He closed his eyes at the sensation of her gentle fingertips rubbing against his scalp, sending tingles across his body. Everything about Sade was gentle, kind, and yet there was a wildness trapped within, begging to be released.

He preferred her this way.

Vexx’s hands ran down her sides, fingers brushing against her ribs, over the curve of her hips, before bunching into her skirts. His mouth trailed along her jaw, hovering over her lips, close enough that he could feel her breathe. “Are you still mine?”

“I was never anyone else’s.”

Her nails bit into the skin at the back of his neck and he had to stifle a groan. The fact that she was his in every way he’d wanted since laying eyes on her, it was maddening in the hours he laid in the guard’s quarters, wishing he was cuddled up with his princess, lost in that insanely oversized bed of hers, pressing kisses to the darkest parts of her body. The parts that he hungered for always.

Vexx smirked, taking her mouth with a fervent passion he couldn’t hide. Nor did he want to, not when she tasted so sweet. His tongue slipped into her mouth, the taste of her favorite rose tea lingering there, stirring him more. She moaned against him, nearly losing her balance and clinging to him with whatever strength she had left.

He pulled away slightly, slipping a hand beneath her skirts, not surprised to find she was already wet through her panties, rubbing her legs together as if she could hold back her desire. Letting out a sharp breath, he brushed against her core, feeling her stiffen against him. “Be a good girl and keep quiet, Princess. Unless you want an audience.”

Sade nodded, but said nothing, pulling his head down for another kiss, gasping as he moved the offending underwear out of his path, fingers toying with her.

“Vexx…”

“Shhh.” He mumbled against her mouth, circling her clit the way she liked until she melted. He wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her solidly against him as he pushed a finger against her entrance.

“Do you like that, baby?”

“Ye-Yes.” She managed to say, so breathless that it only made him harder. Her eyes fluttered open, staring at him through the dimness.

“Tell me what you need, Princess.” He whispered, pressing his fingers against her clit again, and her legs buckled, the only thing keeping her from falling was his grip on her waist. “I’m waiting.”

With a frustrated growl, Sade pushed at him weakly, barely moving his shoulder a centimeter. “I’m going to kill you if you don’t-”

“If I don’t what?” He purred, cock pressing so tightly against his pants that it was almost painful. He wanted her so badly, but it was always better when she was begging. “I love it when you threaten me.”

She grasped the front of his jacket, her fingers pulling at it so violently that the buttons flew in all directions, some hitting the sides of the walls with a thunk before landing on the ground around them.

Vexx’s eyes widened, a little surprised by her ferocity, but turned on even more by the sight. Her hands slid down his chest and unbuckled his belt, trying to shove his pants down while barely able to stand.

Vexx growled, deep in his throat, a primal sound that gave Sade little warning before he gripped her by the waist, lifting her as if she weighed nothing. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed her against the wall of the passageway, securing her there until he could free his cock from his trousers. Then he reached beneath her skirts to tear her underwear away in one quick motion, leaving her exposed to the cool air.

“Fuck.” She breathed as he pressed against her entrance, his cock teasing her. She propped herself against the wall and met his gaze, pupils blown wide, only slivers left of her honeyed irises.

Vexx laughed darkly, gripping her chin between his fingers, refusing to let her glance away as he entered her slowly, stretching her to accommodate him. “That’s the idea, Princess.”

Sade slanted her eyes at his words, irritated despite her arousal, but as soon as he rolled his hips against her, sliding inside of her to the hilt, pleasure overcame all of her senses. She hissed out a breath, and

Vexx reached up to cushion her head as she threw it back. Grabbing a handful of her soft curls, Vexx’s other hand held her tightly around the waist as he withdrew his cock slowly, only to roughly return to his previous position.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, clinging onto him for dear life as he rammed into her, over and over, the only noise their intermingling breaths and dripping water somewhere further down the passage. He knew she was already close, knew that when she finally came, her screams would echo down the corridor and out into the hallway.

There was some sort of sick pleasure he took in knowing that he ravaged her so close to where someone might hear them. That he was claiming her while her family was so blind to it.

The royal family didn’t appreciate her passion, her kindness, her beautiful heart. They didn’t care that she was intelligent, that she had dreams, that she wanted to be free.

But he did.

Vexx wasn’t going to rest until both of them were free.

He watched as Sade got closer to climaxing, eyes closing as their love making overwhelmed her, and he slowed down his pumps, waiting for her to realize what he was doing.

Dark eyes met his, a frown pulling at her kiss swollen lips.

“Don’t you dare.”

Vexx grinned, brushing his fingers along her jaw before they circled her throat gently. “Then don’t close your eyes. If you want to cum, you’ll watch me fuck you senseless.”

Sade shifted, legs tightening around him so he wasn’t able to pull out more. “You talk a lot of shit for a man just standing here.”

With a sly smirk, he bucked his hips and sheathed himself inside of her again, only to be rewarded by another gasp. This time, he decides to let her finally cum, driving himself into her as if he was overcome with madness, the feel of her silky smoothness against him, wet and slick. Finally, he pushed her over the edge, her orgasm leaving her a shaking mess in his arms. He followed soon after, spilling into her until he was spent, the two of them left trying to catch their breath in the dark.

Sade untangled her legs from his waist and Vexx helped her to her feet, both of them righting their clothing, though his jacket was ruined. That was going to be fun explaining to his Commander the next day.

“What do you think?” He asked when the silence had extended far past what he liked. She was smoothing the wrinkles in her dress, glancing around for her ruined underwear. He smirked as she faced him, a curious look in her gaze. “Are we close enough for the Solar Queen to hear you scream my name in ecstasy?”

She swatted at him but he dodged easily, laughing as she scowled. “If she did, you would no longer have a head.”

Vexx clicked his tongue, bending over to retrieve at least some of the buttons from the ground. Despite his teasing, the less evidence of their trysts, the better. “Maybe we should tell people about the ghosts in the walls.”

“Is that the best cover you can come up for the noises?” Sade asked, grinning when he paused in his hunt for the buttons.

“Oh, it’s only noises? Not the moans of a satisfied woman in a torrid love affair?” Vexx raised an eyebrow as she moved closer, her feet barely making a sound on the stone.

She smacked him in the chest with something. When he caught it, he realized it was her destroyed panties. He let out a laugh at the souvenir.

“You think too highly of yourself.” She told him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. He felt his heart stir in his chest at the tender gesture, wishing they could go again, but knowing they needed to get back to her wing before the guards came looking again. “Let’s go, Lieutenant.”

“As you wish, Princess.”

Sade threw a sly grin over her shoulder at him before disappearing down the passageway, Vexx pocketing a handful of buttons before following, knowing he would follow her wherever she led.

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Movie Night

Fandom: Andromeda Six Pairing: Damon Reznor/f!Traveler Rating: Teen Summary: Halloween is a good time for some cheap scares. Words: 1477 Additional Tags: Tilaari Traveler, Halloween, Horror Movies, Mentions of Horror Elements, Mild Gore, Medical Inaccuracies, Blood

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“Blood would not spurt like that.” Ryona said from the couch where she sat sandwiched between Bash and Ayame, waving towards the screen where a B-rated horror movie played. “It’s medically impossible for it to be that violent.” “I don’t know.” Vexx interrupted, kicking his feet up on the coffee table and leaning into the seat of the metal chair he’d smuggled from the kitchen. A bowl of popcorn sat precariously on his lap. “I’ve seen some interesting blood splatter when people are shot or stabbed. Nothing is impossible, Doc.” Ryona glared at him, but didn’t say anything else like the fact that she’d seen a lot during her time as an Archangel, opting instead to lean into Bash. Her boyfriend threw an arm over her shoulders, not once taking his gaze from the film. Astrea smirked from where she lay on the floor with Damon, hidden amongst a pile of pillows and blankets. He was stretched out on his back, one arm tucked behind his head while the other was wrapped around her while she rested her head against his chest. His fingers toyed with the edge of the shirt she wore, brushing against her hip every few minutes.

“Why? Why are they doing that?” Ayame asked with a squeak, covering her eyes with her hands, only to peek through her fingers to continue watching. “What is the point of any of this?”

Damon rolled his eyes and Astrea bit her lip to keep from laughing. “The point is to scare yourself.”

“Who wants to be scared on purpose?” Aya pulled her blanket up around her shoulders, hiding beneath the fabric.

“Oh come on, Aya. It isn’t that bad.” Bash pointed at the screen with his free hand, smiling widely until a victim got decapitated. He grimaced at the sight. “Oh, maybe it’s a little much.”

“It’s fake.” Damon muttered, turning his head to graze his lips over Astrea’s hair. “Besides, decapitation is too messy. Better off going for the jugular and being done with it.”

“You are not helping.” Aya snapped, throwing the blanket over her head so she couldn’t see the screen.

“It’s not even that scary.” Vexx stated, stuffing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. “You should lighten up.”

Astrea glanced up at Damon, but he was already watching her, a smirk curling his lips. Without even bothering to shift his gaze to his friend, he waited for the moment when she read his plans in his eyes to open his mouth. “Good thing there aren’t any snakes in tonight’s movie. Otherwise, carrot head would probably piss himself.”

Vexx nearly choked on the food in his mouth. When he managed to clear his throat, he glared in their direction, emerald nothing more than a sliver. “Astrea has a big mouth and I wasn’t scared. It surprised me.”

“You nearly fell into a fountain, Vexx.” Astrea added, only to draw Aya back out from under her blanket in a fit of giggles.

Vexx’s cheeks flared almost as red as his hair. “We’re missing the movie with this stupid shit.”

“Making fun of you is more entertaining.” Damon grinned at him, not even bothering to move an inch from where he was cuddled up with Astrea.

Vexx flipped him off.

All it did was get another laugh out of Damon. Astrea snuggled closer, her fingers trailing down his chest, her focus totally not on the movie and he didn’t mind that fact not one bit.

“Oh!” Ryona’s frown deepened, ignoring the rest of them to wave at the screen. “That’s entirely ridiculous!”

“I think you’re supposed to suspend your disbelief, Ry.” Bash said, a smile twitching his lips that he somehow managed to smother when she glanced at him. “Uh, I mean, it’s all in good fun.”

She sighed, rubbing a finger against her temple. “Yes. I know. I’m sorry.”

“No, keep ripping the film apart.” Aya said, no longer cocooned in the stupid blanket. “It’s not as scary if you destroy it with logic.”

“You’re still going to have nightmares tonight.” Damon called over to her. She threw the remote at him, only for him to grab it midair before it hit either him or Astrea. He held it out mockingly, shaking it a bit to drive home the point.

Astrea pulled the remote from his hands, shifting in order to press a kiss to his cheek. When he glanced down at her, his blue eyes softened the moment he noticed the smile aimed at him. “Let’s just enjoy the movie, okay?”

He returned her smile with a grin of his own. He found it getting increasingly difficult to deny her anything. “Yeah.”

Damon leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her waiting lips. Her responding grunt of delight was reward enough.

Ayame started to gag, getting a laugh from Bash (and most likely an eye roll from Ryona). He ignored them, tangling his hand in Astrea’s silver hair, pulling gasps from her mouth. It was barely a few seconds before Vexx’s entire bowl of popcorn was dumped on their heads, the kernels now covering their hair, their skin, their clothes.

Astrea turned away to sneeze, but Damon’s eyes were for the man standing a foot or two away, a dickish grin on his face. If Astrea wasn’t best friends with him, if she didn’t actually care about what happened to him…

“I’ll fucking kill you.”

“What the hell do you put on that popcorn, Vexx?” Astrea asked, shaking red powder out of her hair, sneezing again. “It hurts my eyes.”

“Chili powder and paprika.” He said with a laugh, moving out of Damon’s reach… not that he couldn’t get him with other means. Like a knife, in the shower, days later.

“You ruined a perfectly good bowl of popcorn!” Ayame shouted from the couch, jumping up to grab the empty bowl, her terror completely forgotten in her exasperation.

Vexx raised an eyebrow, but kept his eyes on Damon. “You can go make more.”

Ayame glared at him, violet eyes flashing dangerously. “I’m talking about the seasoning. It’s an affront to decent food. You heathen.”

“As if you know anything about ‘decent food’.” Vexx shot back, clearly offended. “We’re lucky if we don’t get food poisoning from the crap you make.”

“At least I can still feel my taste buds after I make something to eat.”

“As much as I hate to admit that Vexx has a point,” Damon cut in, getting a withering glare from the pilot. “You eat peanut butter sandwiches, Aya.”

“Don’t forget the jam she buys.” Vexx scrunched his face in disgust, as if he knew anything about the mass produced sugary shit that Ayame consumed on a daily basis.

Ayame chucked the bowl at Vexx and it bounced off of his big head, landing in Bash’s lap as he watched from the couch. “Watch it!”

Ryona cleared her throat loudly, cutting into whatever delightfully detailed insult Aya was cooking up. Which was disappointing, but it gave Damon the chance to dig beneath the blankets as Vexx turned to glance at the doctor, fishing out the little surprise they had for the former K’Merii.

“Hey, carrot head?”

When Vexx turned back around, he was immediately suspicious of Damon’s tone, slanting his eyes as he tried to figure out what he wanted before he asked. He failed. “What?”

“Catch.”

He tossed the object in his hands towards his friend, only for Vexx to realize halfway through attempting to grab it out of the air what it was. A snake.

The scream that came from Vexx’s mouth nearly made Damon lose it, but it was the expression of terror and the way he tripped over his own feet on the way out of the room that did it for him. Damon fell against the pillows in laughter, his breaths coming in short and painful gasps. Aya had joined him in the pile with tears streaming down her face before she buried it in a pillow, muffling the sounds from her mouth.

“That wasn’t nice.” Ryona muttered, but she couldn’t hide the twitch of her lips as she fought a grin, golden eyes on the rubber snake abandoned on the floor. “Can we continue watching the movie now?”

Damon inhaled deeply, willing air back into his lungs. It took a few tries before he could speak again. He stood, hauling Astrea along with him, helping her to pick out a few more pieces of popcorn before tossing it at Aya who was still in tears. “Good luck with that, Ry.” He tossed his arm around Astrea, pulling her tightly against him. “We have a date with a shower.”

A sound of disgust followed them out of the room and he laughed, content to spend his night far away from the idiots as possible. Especially if it meant more alone time with his princess.

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