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Arcann had to admit that waking up in the commanders quarters every morning was still bothering him. Mostly because the room had no door and sounds would echo through the hallways almost every night. The worst part being that it was him making those sounds. At one point he’d tried to resist, tried to tell the commander ‘no not tonight I can’t take the way everyone looks at me in the morning… their always smirking at me and saying things… it’s unsettling’
And, Xue had very calmly explained to him that he just needed to point out the people who said that and they would never bother him again. At that point he’d given up and let himself be dragged into the room. He always did seem to forget that Xue had spared his life for a very specific reason and there was very little chance he would spare anyone else who annoyed him in the slightest.
Even after conquering them, Arcann had had very little dealings with the Sith empire. Sure he knew the code, had heard the stories. And none of it seemed real until he met this man.
Xue was… he was like a tightly wound catastrophe infecting everything around itself with pure anger and passion. Everything he did was done because he felt like it. And when he felt like doing something it was hard not to get swept up in the maelstrom he created.
And… when he wanted to do you… he wouldn’t think twice about coldly executing anyone who stood in his way.
So… Arcann had stopped mentioning anyone giving him suggestive looks or implying very clearly, that the commander had made him his bitch. If it came to a point Arcann himself wouldn’t hesitate to draw his weapon. He had before. And he felt no need to be feared by the members of the alliance… not anymore.
Actually, the only thing he did feel a need for lately was the commander. He’d find himself daydreaming about their nights together in long tactical meetings and half the time he’d somehow find his own way to the others room at night. But, this isn’t exactly a change from how he felt before they spent their time together.
Yet every morning when he would wake up and reach out instinctively and his hands would feel another person in the bed, he would still, for a second, panic. Then he would move around too much and wake Xue who would complain about being woken up, in a joking manner because he knew Arcann felt bad about it. And he would continue right up until Arcann couldn’t take it anymore and was forced to shut him up. Although the shutting up part he didn’t mind. Xue never seemed to run out of sexual tension.
Arcann had never fucked so much, to be honest. It’s not like he was virgin. It’s just that sex didn’t particularly interest him that much before now. Or at least before he came to Odessan… He was more focused on killing his father and taking the throne. And killing in general actually. Mostly he was pre-occupied with ending others lives. That alone took up any free moment he had. He used to train for days without sleep. Then when they started to conquer the galaxy, nothing else mattered. He wanted to own it all. He wanted to make it his and nothing would stop him.
And then, someone stopped him. And Arcann realised that what he really wanted, was that person….
“Are you going to keep staring at the wall all morning?”
Being dragged out of his line of thought by that voice wasn’t unpleasant. Though he thought he’d been quiet and still enough this morning not to wake him. Xue was the lightest sleeper he’d ever encountered. And Arcann knew this was a trait that had been developed as part of a survival instinct. Apparently being a Sith and member of the Dark Council invited many late night assassins into your life-
“What? … no, I was trying not to wake you. You barely ever sleep. I feel bad disrupting the few hours you manage to get, you know that.”
He was still getting used to… this. For years all he had really wanted was this man lying in bed next to him and it still seemed surreal. At least with Zen… Before he goes down that deep dark hole Arcann forces his mind to go blank. He’s leaning against the wall that the bed is set against, a light blanket covering just one leg. He’s not wearing anything except boxers and the scars that run down his chest are particularly obvious. He spends too much time in this doorless room to try to cover himself when he hears footsteps just outside. The majority of alliance members had learned quickly to avoid looking inside the commanders room like their life depended on it. And one of these fucking days Arcann would install a door with his own hands.
“Your not a disruption. I’d rather stay awake forever and spend the time with you than waste my life sleeping.” Xue pushes himself up against the bed head, the blanket covering him slips of his shoulders, revealing stark white skin, covered in black tattoos. Arcann had never met a rattataki in person before Xue. Having his advisors describe their tribal tattoos and tendency for violence hadn’t prepared him for this man. Nothing would.
Fuck. He already feels the urge to reach out and touch that marked pale skin. It’s all he ever thinks.
“Your not going to complain today? I get the feeling you enjoy making me feel bad about waking you.”
Xue smiles and slides across the bed until he’s kneeling before Arcann-
“Only because I know you’ll get annoyed enough, and feel bad enough to go down on me. But… I think this morning I’d rather give you head”
There’s little point in trying to resist, and to be honest Arcann was about 10 seconds away from doing this himself. He reaches out and pulls Xue forward by the waist, until he’s kneeling in between Arcanns legs and his hands are grabbing onto firm thighs.
“Fuck…” Arcann mumbles under his breath. Just the feeling of Xues soft hands on his thighs makes his back arch inwards instinctively, his knees come up bending and he hooks his feet together until Xue is trapped in there.
“It’s like you’ve never gotten a blow job in the morning before. Your already so fucking hard, I love it.” When Xue leans forward and starts to lick along Arcanns jaw his eyes close for a moment-
“Mhhh… I get hard just thinking about you. And I think about you all the fucking time… mhhh… bite it…” Xues tongue is on his neck now, or the space between his neck and shoulder really, and he loves feeling Xues teeth sinking into that soft vital part of his body. Besides feeling so fucking good, he also enjoys being able to trust someone enough to bare his jugular without having to fear death.
“Harder… until it bleeds…”
“You sick fuck…” Xue mocks him but he also bites right through that soft flesh until warm blood bursts into his mouth. For a second he considers taking a whole chunk out of Arcann, but… no. He doesn’t want to add anymore to those scars than he already has.
Arcann knows what he’s thinking right away-
“Their only… mhhh… scars, and… I like it when you leave permanent marks on me… mhh…”
Arcann is already worked up, the foreplay drives him up the wall actually, and Xue likes to tease him. But he’s used to something else, someone else… or at least, he was.
When he can’t take it anymore, he pulls Xue into his arms, looking up and kissing him roughly, tasting his own blood on the others tongue-
“Put your legs around me.”
“I like it when you order me around once you’ve gotten sick of my teasing.”
“That must be why you never… ah fuckkkk… shut up when we’re doing it” Arcann grabs Xues legs as he’s wrapping them around the former emperors waist, pulling him closer-
“Take it out… hahh…”
“Yes sir!… mhhh you smell good today… you didn’t shower did you?…” Xue inhales that slightly sweaty scent while his right hand pulls on the boxers he’s wearing. He’s close enough that Arcann feel he’s hard… so fucking hard… fuckkk… why doesn’t this room have a fucking door, he’s barely managing to stop himself from saying some very dirty things very loudly. Xue is already stroking the length of his own erection, with his eyes half closed and his teeth biting into his lip-
“Mhhh… get your dick out Arcann mines getting lonely here… ffuckk ahhh… I don’t think a blow jobs gunna do it now… I wanna fuck….”
Arcann quickly pulls his cock free and brings Xue closer still, until he can wrap one hand around both shafts, stroking slowly at the top end. He knew it would lead to this. It always does. Xue always insist it’ll just be a quick hand job or blow job or let’s just watch each other jerk off. But it never ends there.
“Fuck your leaking all over my hand commander-“
“Shit I love it when you call me that sayitagain!”
“Say what?…” Arcann leans in then running his tongue up the side of the others neck, to his ear so he can whisper-
“Commander…”
He can feel Xue shiver and arch his back pushing his hips forward while his head drops back-
“Ahhhhfuckkk… so good….”
“Fuck Xue… at least try to be quiet…” Sure he complains but he also bites his lip real hard to stop himself from climaxing right now, because fuck he loves hearing the other scream, he loves seeing him like this and he loves it when Xue gets so horny and into it he starts to whine and yell out anything that comes to mind-
“Don’t wanna… be quiet… want everyone to hear… us…fuckkkyes that’s good don’t stop…”
But he can’t take much more of this. He’s barely moving his hand down there and it’s just too fucking arousing watching Xue like this…
“You wanna top? Or bottom?” He asks but really he just wants to be inside Xue so bad right now he’s already lifting him up and shoving two fingers in his mouth to cover them in saliva-
“Haha… you top… I can see you wanna… mhhh… I’ll go after…”
His now wet fingers slide over Xues ass penetrating him slowly with one while he continues to jerk him off. This is one of the only two men he’s ever slept with, in his life, and honestly Arcann isn’t a big fan of the particular kind of pain it causes so he’s always trying to distract from those first minutes of burning tightness when it’s him taking it. But Xue seems to like that pain actually, and it’s not like Arcann doesn’t enjoy getting fucked, especially by Xue, it’s just that he doesn’t enjoy the feeling of being penetrated.
They should really use some lube, but at the moment it feels like way too much of an inconvenience and Arcann still has a destructive streak in him. Seeing the other male enjoy that feeling, that pain, gets him off-
“I have a meeting… ahhh… in… 25 min…utes mhhhfuck your still tight… you can fuck me tonight… turn around…”
He did have a meeting, though it was starting in about 5 minutes not 25. Xue would try to hurry him if he told the truth, he was pedantic about punctuality. Arcann removes his now two fingers from inside Xue to grab his waist roughly and lift him up. When he flips him over onto the bed he shoves the commanders face right into a pillow. He did do it on purpose just a little. But, that pillow wouldn’t do much to muffle the level of noise Xue made when he was getting fucked.
Still holding his waist Arcann pulls the others ass up more, and uses his knees to spread Xue’s legs further apart until he can see that small ring of muscle twitching at him.
“Hurry up… fuckkk me…”
Shivering at those words the former emperor spits right onto Xue’s hole, slipping two fingers in at once, not worrying about whether Xue was thrashing around in pain or pleasure.
“Fuckkk… Arcann stop fucking… fingering me… just put it in already…”
“No your too fucking tight still… relax or something… it hurts like this.”
The feeling of Xues insides clenching around his finger though makes Arcann moan so fucking loud he definitely hears someone outside say -“Their at it again.”-
If he wasn’t leaking precum into his own hand he might go out there and remind that person that most of the galaxy used to be his. But… there’s always time later to go cause someone who talks too much a bit of brain damage.
“Mhhh… Arcann! Focus… on me… fuck…”
Xue heard it too but he couldn’t care less. He was a man who was too comfortable with himself and had confidence spilling from the seams. His breathy voice does manage to draw Arcann’s attention back on him, back on the fingers inside him.
Fuck… the heat… was unbearable. It’s hard to stop himself from just ramming every inch of his dick in there until Xue rips. He has before actually. And he’ll never forget the smell of blood stinging his senses and Xue yelling at him not to worry about it. So for now he holds of, adding another finger and working all three in slowly until his knuckles hit skin and he feels Xue twitch under him and hears him curse-
“Fuckkkyess… right there ahhhh Arcann… please… I can’t… take it… I need you inside me, need it so bad, pleaseee your cock… it’s the only thing that can satisfy me right, that can Fuck me right… mhhhh it feels so good inside me… you… your the only one… who can make me cum so hard…”
Ahh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This man knows him too well already. Knows exactly what to say to set Arcann off. To make him lose it.
“Fuck… Xue… that’s not fair…”
But it works. Arcann’s fingers exit that tight hole almost immediately. He stops stroking his shaft and slides his hand down to the base, gripping it tightly, lining it up, pushing the head against Xue’s ass, it’s slick with precum and the first few inches slip in easily. Xue starts to fucking moan like a wild cat in heat and yell at him to stick it in all the way. Usually he’d just push back but Arcanns done this enough times now to know if he doesn’t want his dick squeezed like a vice in there he’d better hold on to the other tightly-
“Fuck… Xue… calm the fuck down… your gunna ruin my dick I swear… ahhhfuckkk…” there’s an immeasurable amount of pressure on his shaft and fuck, he can’t decide whether it’s good or fucking painful. Or both? Or neither. Fucking fuck. There’s that heat again, like Xues insides are on fire and it spreads through to him and Arcanns skin starts to form beads of sweat, running down his chest between the muscles, finding its way into the perfectly formed creases…
“Ahhhfuk… Arcann… move… please, I really can’t take it anymore… need to cum…”
Yes, he agrees with that statement actually. Taking a firm hold of Xues hips Arcann starts to ram into him, pulling the other into the thrusts so he can hit Xues sweet spot. The location of which is burned brightly into his mind. When he leans over so he can bite and lick at the back of Xues neck and his shoulders he grabs the others right hand too, guiding it to Xues dick and wrapping it around it tightly-
“You do this… I can’t… concentrate… your too fucking tight…” if he has to do anything besides focus on not climaxing right now Xue will definitely be left unsatisfied this morning. Instead he wraps that arm around Xues chest pulling him up off the bed-
“Lean… on me… so I can see.” He’s just tall enough to get a good view of the commander stroking himself over his shoulder. He leaves his arm there, holding Xue up because he can feel that his muscles are starting to tense-
“Tell me when…”
Xue nods frantically- “Mhhh… just a bit more… a little harder… and… bite my neck.”
Arcann is too close so he slams into Xue as roughly as he can, sinking his teeth into flesh and dragging his nails down the others chest-
“Ahhhfuckyesss… Arcann Fuck that’s it… ohmyfuckinggoddd… now now now…” He pulls Xue back into his thrusts again, letting his body relax and tense and he climaxes about a second before Xue still-
“Fuckkkk…ahhhh…”
He sees Xues semen hit the sheets and the commander keeps stroking while Arcann is still thrusting, until their both twitching with hyper sensitivity-
“Ahh Fuck stop stop if you keep going I’ll get hard again…”
And he definitely would. Arcann had experienced first hand that it only took Xue about a minute to go for another round. Any other day, or any other place too he wouldn’t hesitate to keep going, but, he’s going to get more than one suggestive look already at that meeting.
When he pulls out white liquid runs down the inside of Xues thighs. Arcann wants to carry him into the shower and clean him completely preferably with his tongue… but…
“I’ll go shower first ok?” He feels Xue nod and he lowers the other male back into the bed slowly- “You should sleep more if you can, I’ll come wake you up when I’m done.” Another nod and Xues eyes are already closed.
Arcann heads into the bathroom to grab a towel, which he wraps around his waist. The other one he brought is slightly damp and used to wipe Xue clean. Then he covers him up to his neck and goes to shower. There’s a stinging wound on his neck which he doesn’t remember asking for but knows that he most definitely did ask for it. And as usual Xue has left it up just high enough so everyone can see those bloody, scabbed up teeth marks over his collar. He likes doing that. Making it obvious to everyone around that Arcann is his and he can leave such lewd marks on his skin whenever he feels like it. But, he also does it for security reasons, and to remind Arcann himself that he belongs to someone already. There really was little need to be so paranoid about Arcanns faithfulness. But Xue is still hung up on the fact that Arcann WAS sleeping with someone else regularly just before they started seeing each other.
Well… at least that’s what Arcann thought. These two have only been… together? For about 3 weeks now. And while they’ve known each other as enemies for much, much longer. They haven’t really KNOWN each other.
Arcann would probably never admit to Xue that he fell in love with him in the first moment he saw him. Waking up in that holding cell on his ship. With a bit of droll running down his chin like he had zero cares in the world and was actually enjoying sleeping in a cell on a strange ship with deadly enemies all around him. And when he’d looked up at Arcann with those pale grey eyes…
And, like the fucking idiot he was, he’d taken the one person in his life he had ever felt so strongly about, and locked him up for safe keeping. He’d always wondered why Xue never asked him why he hadn’t just killed him. Or why he had chosen to carefully preserve him and store him away in a place where Arcann kept only the things that were important to him. Senya, his mother… had never spoken a word of the conversation they had on that shuttle. When Xue had let them go and told them to come back when they were ready to join his alliance. The first thing Senya had told him that night was… “Your my son Arcann, no matter how much time we spend apart, I know you better than anyone else… why did you do that to someone you love? I know you learned from your father, but I also know that you are not your father. When you killed Thexan out of jealousy I know what it did to you. You need to learn from that experience still… you need to learn to treat the people you love carefully and to protect them. Freezing him in carbonite so you could keep him as a possession is the kind of thing your father would have done. Your better than that. I’ve seen you hesitate and stay the killing blow with the commander twice now…”
And again, like some fucking idiot he’d run away from Xue when he came for him on Voss. Not because of his father like he’d said that day… no, but because he’d been terrified. When he had woken up from his injuries and been told that the Commander of the Alliance had come to save him, Arcann had felt nauseous. The good kind of nausea though. Like fucking butterflies in his stomach, and he’d caught himself smiling at nothing. And the second that thought popped into his head, you know the one… maybe he likes me too? Maybe that’s why he came for me… he had to run away.
It had taken him months to finally work up the courage to face what he had done to Xue and to face the man himself.
And he’d reminded himself a million times to not hope for anything. As long as he got to be by Xues side and serve him loyally… that’s all he needed. Or so he’d thought.
Even before they reached Odessan, Arcann had to struggle to keep his mouth shut. Had to stop himself from staring at Xue across the room or while they were eating, or sparring… that… was the worst. Xue would insist no matter how much he tried to refuse. And Arcann would be forced to get up close to him and listen to him panting for breath, watch him sweat until he’d pull his shirt off to wipe it off his neck… those images followed him around all day into the night telling him to just give up and jerk off to them, just a little, just a bit, he didn’t even have to go skin to skin, he could just touch it a little over his clothes… just a little… this happened every fucking night. Until… he met Zen. Fuck. Zen… But… no, he’d always been thinking of only Xue. Right up until he came to ask him to go for a late night training session because he couldn’t sleep while they were on Dromund Kass. And Arcann was in his room, sitting on the edge of bed with his dick in his hand.
And… something about the way Xue had looked and smiled at him made any trace of embarrassment disappear immediately. Then he’d heard Xues voice go soft and tell him to ‘keep going’ so he did. Fuck… that was the most intense 5 minutes of his life. Xue had watched him carefully, and Arcann could see him licking dry lips and getting hard through skin tight pants, and when Arcann had looked up at him and said ‘come here’ he couldn’t quite believe it was himself saying those words… but, the events that led them both to this moment, were far from being uncomplicated. Arcann had almost killed at least 2 or 3 people, Xue had almost had Arcanns Fuck Buddy thrown in a cell and they had both suffered through a lot of general mindfucking….
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