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Of course Haxus is the first to touch the newly-defrosted Commander Sendak with carnal intent, just some nuzzling and a few friendly knot rubs to welcome him back to the land of the living, but once he’s definitely well enough to conduct his own business and has gotten all the way through his research materials (and the unofficial ones he has Haxus bring him), Haxus sees a lot less of him. More’s the pity. Naturally, one must keep one’s liver out of the game, but he does enjoy Sendak. He’s so massive and warm and strong, and his fur is so, so unbearably soft. His purring resonates in Haxus’s bones, and his scent has those old school hide notes that you hardly ever find anymore.
Haxus has always been ambitious, but he ramps up his efforts to make third lieutenant when it turns out that Sendak is going to need five of them. There is no way he is losing out on closer contact with someone who has such a Warring States idea of a finder’s fee, stars. With hard work, a few judicious threats, and calling in the right favors, Haxus gets his promotion, and while Sendak is still busy, this way Haxus is in the position of fetching and carrying for senior staff orgies, and may the lightless void bestow its mercy, the view is gorgeous.
Contrary to popular belief, not every meeting ends in real fucking. Sometimes there’s just some rubbing to be polite, and once Sendak and another commander even sent in proxies for the absolute bare minimum nuzzling, glaring at each other the whole time. Must be a story there, wow. There’s nothing in the databanks to suggest a reason, so it must be personal.
The way Sendak fucks Commander Tana must be personal, and it’s all Haxus can do to stand over here by the hydration pouches and not whimper. Tana is scaled, one of the darker shades of purple, and deceptively delicate. She keeps her claws long, and the helpless, gutted way Sendak moans and softly begs for more when she sinks them into his back is definitely going to haunt Haxus’s dreams. Sendak actually ties with her, very unusual for a staff meeting. Of course it opens them up to a volley of ribald jokes, but Tana just hisses in lazy annoyance, waving one hand. Her claws are shining with Sendak’s blood, and Haxus cannot look away.
“M’sorry, Tana,” Sendak rumbles as the others file out, hips rolling in a satisfied grind that doesn’t seem sorry at all. Haxus is staying right where he is until ordered to do otherwise, trying not to tremble too obviously.
Tana lets out a breathless chuckle, and nuzzles his face. “Did I tell you not to?” she asks, and Sendak laughs the same way. “Lieutenant?” she adds, with a glance at Haxus.
“Vrepit sa,” Haxus says, and comes over with two hydration pouches and a towel for her claws. She chuckles at him, and licks one claw. The slow stroke of her tongue makes Haxus feel like he’s losing his mind with how badly he wants a taste of Sendak’s blood.
“Thank you, lieutenant,” she says, wiping her claws and then passing the red-stained towel back to Haxus. Numb with lust, he trades her for the hydration pouches. She punches the straw into the first one and gives it to Sendak before preparing the second for herself, watching Haxus as she takes the first sip. He manages to salute, and she chuckles. “I don’t think we’ll need anything else,” she says. “You may return to your duties.”
Haxus salutes again and scrambles away. He should throw the towel into the laundry, but instead he keeps it, the lingering scent of Sendak’s blood too delicious to part with, even as it dries and fades. He keeps thinking about the way Tana had torn into him, and the way Sendak’s whole body had opened to the attack. Sitting on his bunk and looking down at his hands, he flexes them thoughtfully. Sendak has never asked for his claws. They’re not as long as Tana’s, but they are as sharp. Well. Maybe he enjoys enduring it, for her? They do share real history, and Haxus still hasn’t tracked down exactly what kind…
Well, it’s not as if Haxus isn’t watching Sendak closely already. There’s no way he can stop, not when Sendak insists on being so stupidly gorgeous. And, Haxus will admit to absolutely no one but himself, maybe a little because of how generous and strangely… proprietary Sendak keeps being, too. Haxus hasn’t had anyone try to look after him since his older brother got assigned to another ship and then killed by rebels, so long ago it almost doesn’t hurt anymore. It’s a pleasantly strange experience to have Sendak feeding him treats and making sure he’s warm, and the time Sendak curled around him and purred him to sleep is definitely notable.
A lot of other species are sexually possessive, and apparently being in Haxus’s position of watching Sendak fuck all these other people would be agony. There’s the obvious appetite of a waiter at a banquet, to be sure, standing here untouched by the hydration pouches, but getting enough distance to actually see Sendak in action has its own charms. All that rippling muscle and silken fur, and the deep rumbling noise he makes every time he sinks into someone… There’s also another thing. Everyone slips once in a while, with claws or teeth. Haxus has seen people belted over the head and threatened with lase-guns over these offenses, but Sendak is always very tolerant. Suspiciously so. It’s still taboo to enjoy more than a very limited amount of pain connected to very specific acts, and Haxus can only assume it was worse two centuries ago, and that’s why Sendak is so covert about it. But the longer Haxus watches, more clearly he can see the way Sendak’s body wants to melt into every painful touch.
After enough reconnaissance, Haxus takes advantage of a shared recreation shift to run the experiment. Just because Sendak has never asked for Haxus’s claws or for more teeth than a well-raised Old Daibazaalan boy ought to doesn’t mean Haxus can’t give him a little. At least Sendak doesn’t have any hang-ups about getting fucked. Haxus sort of does, mostly because he can’t afford not to. Apparently it used to be different, but these days if you let a commanding officer fuck you, they think they own you, and it takes all kinds of cajoling and promises not to tell anyone else to get things the other way around. Not with Sendak. He’s happy to go face-to-face, even, those big hands on Haxus’s hips pulling him in, assured and greedy, as their owner rumbles his pleasure, scent smooth without a trace of shame as he watches Haxus with heavy-lidded eyes.
That’s what Sendak is doing right now, mumbling something about how pretty Haxus is, such a sweet, deadly little thing, and how good he feels, fucking Sendak in just the right spot. Haxus usually doesn’t enjoy being controlled, but something about the way Sendak holds his hips makes him melt. He groans and presses his face to the crook of Sendak’s neck, burying his fingers in the fur of his chest, just feeling him for a moment, all rolling muscle, hot skin, and tiny, pebbled nipples, before sinking his claws in. Sendak shudders all over, and his sheath clenches around Haxus in a way that makes them both whimper.
“Beautiful,” Haxus growls, and drags downward, making Sendak writhe, scent deepening and getting even richer and more compelling, and sure enough, edged with embarrassment. His own claws dig into Haxus as his grip tightens, and he turns his head away, sheath welling up with renewed slick. Haxus bites Sendak’s neck, holding on as he claws him again and again, fucking faster and harder into that tight, wet sheath as it flutters and clenches around him.
“Haxus,” Sendak whimpers, embarrassment and arousal climbing higher and higher in his scent. It’s fucking intoxicating, and Haxus moans, suddenly desperate to tie, something Sendak hasn’t forbidden, but hasn’t encouraged, either.
“Want to knot you, Commander,” Haxus tells him, and Sendak moans, but shakes his head.
“Can’t,” he gasps, and Haxus leaves it at that. It’s sad, the way Sendak braces his arms, to make sure Haxus can’t just knot him anyway. Haxus bites his shoulder and fucks him the way he wants, wrapping one hand around his own knot so he can get off, and as a reassurance for Sendak.
Even with that flash of worry, Sendak still comes harder than he ever has for Haxus, getting that wonderful, stunned, overwhelmed look on his face as it just keeps going. Haxus loves that look, and it doesn’t take long for him to follow Sendak over the edge. Whimpering and trembling, Sendak wraps his whole massive frame around Haxus and holds him close, and all right, maybe Haxus is feeling a little sentimental about him.