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It had been a few days since Mars reclaimed Jupiter. The Jovians weren't much of a threat on their own, but had enlisted the Galactic Protectorate's aid in freeing their planet. After several lengthy battles the Protectorate was pushed back and the Jovians would be properly punished for their uprising.
A major military victory deserved an equally major celebration, thrown at the palace by none other than the queen herself. How else would they show off the decadence said victories afforded them?
Queen Tyr'ahnee was clad in precious metals and gemstones mined from Jupiter's mines. They were designed to draw attention to her dress, made almost entirely of artfully-arranged Jovian feathers. Her outfit was a head-turner and trophy all in one.
As she commanded the spotlight, Commander X-2 lingered near the edges of the room while making just enough small talk to fulfill his role as a co-host. He'd been nursing a cocktail both to blend in and lower his inhibitions to make this ordeal tolerable.
It wasn't strong enough to get him wasted, of course. Commander X-2 was still on duty. Why would he be here if Queen Tyr'ahnee herself hadn't ordered him to attend such events? Which, he understood that her right hand man's appearance was vital to keeping up morale, but he didn't have to like it.
Commander X-2 managed to hide his displeasure as he made his rounds. He cheerfully greeted and thanked me every major celebrity that supported their war efforts, every wealthy sponsor, and every notable soldier who paved the way to victory.
Well, aside from one.
There was one general who was too obnoxious for Commander X-2 to keep up his social butterfly act around. (Why would he bother anyways when said general only dropped his two-faced act for him?) A rising star who had yet to learn his place, and refused to accept that Queen Tyr'ahnee had a very good reason for selecting him as her second-in-command.
So naturally Commander X-2 had spent the entire evening subtly avoiding him. It had become a well-established routine by this point to scan the crowd, before making an excuse to head the other direction if he spotted him. But, like always, that upstart managed to catch him near the end when everyone else was either too tired or too drunk to pay attention to what was going on.
Not that they would care otherwise. What use would the Martian Empire have for a commander who couldn't deal with detractors himself? And for the most part he could. But this general was a special case.
That man was relentless, and Commander X-2 had yet to find a way to get him to permanently back off. Well, aside from murder. But that was a last resort. If he got caught killing his own subordinates he'd have trouble regaining their trust.
Although it would be less about the morality of the situation and more about his competence. A good leader wouldn't get caught.
This time Commander X-2 saw that general coming, yet he was already too close to run without making it obvious. So instead he took a long swig from his glass before handing it off to a passing waiter. He needed all the help he could get to endure his bullshit.
"It's you," Commander X-2 dispassionately said when General Z-9 stepped in front of him.
"What? Where's my job well done? I did play a vital role in stopping the Protectorate fleet." General Z-9 smirked as he bent down to hover above his direct superior.
"Thanks for doing your job. I'm sure it was a worthy sacrifice," Commander X-2 flatly said while pretending to check his nails. As if he had any interest in feeding his already over-inflated ego...
General Z-9 shoved him over for that, and Commander X-2 was glad that he had the foresight to get rid of the glass in his hands before it shattered.
"You lauded praise onto Captain Y-6 for far less than that!"
Commander X-2 got up and casually dusted himself off. "She shot down Captain Star Johnson. You failed to hold your position because you wanted to be a glory hound!"
General Z-9 folded his arms. "I took out three lieutenants!"
Commander X-2 huffed. "Only because everyone else picked up your slack."
"Hah! You just don't want to admit that my plan was better than yours!" General Z-9 straightened up to use his full height to look down on his diminutive commander. "I should be in charge!"
Commander X-2 rolled his eyes. "May as well keep dreaming because at this rate you'll be receiving a demotion sooner or later."
General Z-9 let out a condescending laugh. "Why would that happen? Everyone loves me!"
"Except me."
"Except for one scrawny wimp that was clearly promoted in a fit of insanity."
Commander X-2 could ignore insults directed at himself. He'd had enough practice over the years. Questioning his beloved queen's competence was another matter.
"That's enough to get you executed for treason!", Commander X-2 hissed as he pointed an accusatory finger up at General Z-9 and glared.
"No one would believe you."
As much as Commander X-2 loathed to admit it, General Z-9 was right. Their mutual animosity was well-known throughout the Martian military. It'd only look like an attempt to get Queen Tyr'ahnee to bump off his personal enemy for him.
With no other options left, X-2 snapped at him. "Fuck you!"
"As if you could!"
X-2 raised a brow. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Exactly what it sounds like."
There were plenty of reasons why X-2 should have refused to engage any further and walked away. But at the moment, his urge to see that cocky general bent over in submission outweighed them.
X-2 stood on his toes as he hissed, "Let's go somewhere private so I can show you how wrong you are..."
Z-9 didn't expect X-2 to take his sexually-charged teasing as any more than an insult. Not that he was complaining.
Still, he was caught too off-guard to think of some snarky remark as X-2 roughly grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him away from the crowd. Z-9 ripped his hand away along the way, yet continued to follow.
As they walked X-2 furtively glanced around and went well out of his way to avoid any passerbys. Z-9 would mock him for being paranoid in any other situation. But angering him now would just lead to him getting worked up over some scrawny nerd for nothing.
Besides, this was a big risk for both of them.
Once they arrived at X-2's room they headed straight for his bed. Z-9 was pleasantly surprised that it– like all his furniture– was sized for an average Martian. Guess he's too prideful to buy kids furniture. Which worked well for Z-9 because if his weight alone wouldn't snap a tiny bed, what he planned to do to X-2 would.
X-2 tripped Z-9 while giving him a shove for good measure, then straddled him the instant Z-9 turned over to chew him out.
"That was highly unnecessary!"
"But it was enjoyable." X-2 gave him a mischievous grin as he repositioned himself to line their faces up.
Any response was lost as X-2 threw his arms around Z-9 and pressed his mouth to his. It was more of a nuzzle, at first, before quickly escalating into a sloppy make-out as their facial membranes flowed into each other.
X-2 pulled away so Z-9 could see his smirk. "Still think I can't do it?"
"More like…" In one fluid motion Z-9 grabbed X-2's wrists and flipped their positions to shove him into the bed. "...do you think I'd let you?"
X-2 squirmed against Z-9's grasp but could only confirm what he already knew: That he was physically outmatched. "You fucking bastard!"
"Oh come on." Z-9 placed X-2's hands together so he could pin him down with just one, then flipped X-2's armored skirt up with the other. "You can't tell me you didn't see this coming."
X-2 easily could. But that would involve admitting that he had been too heated (in more ways than one) to think this through. So instead he defiantly glared up at him.
"You're into this, aren't you?" Z-9 asked as he rubbed the appendage starting to emerge from X-2's genital slit between his fingers to coax it out further. "I've seen how you act with the queen."
"That's different and you know th-" X-2 cut himself off and looked away when a wanton groan escaped him.
Z-9 stopped to place his hand on X-2's chin and tilt his head up to force his eyes to meet his. "I know what?"
This time X-2 was squirming for an entirely different reason as longed to feel Z-9's touch again. "That I would never harbor such dirty thoughts towards her!"
Z-9 laughed in his face. "Suuuure you wouldn't. I bet you wish you were pinned under her instead of me!"
"Just shut up and get on with it already!"
Z-9 gladly complied by giving X-2 a slow, tantalizing stroke. "Didn't think I'd have you begging for more already."
X-2 found himself leaning into it despite himself while struggling to suppress any noises. He refused to give Z-9 the satisfaction of seeing how quickly he was coming undone.
That endeavor was becoming increasingly difficult as Z-9 sped up and tightened his grip, while occasionally giving him a squeeze. X-2 suspected that he was getting close when Z-9 suddenly released him, and a disappointed groan slipped out of X-2.
Z-9 trusted that X-2 had already submitted to him too fully to use the opportunity to try anything. X-2 proved him right by sitting up to watch his movements with clear anticipation.
"Were you planning this all along?" X-2 shot the bottle of lube he'd pulled out a suspicious glance.
"Unlike some people I expect to get some action at parties."
X-2 crossed his arms and scoffed at the obvious jab. "It's a work function."
"Not everyone's as upright as you."
X-2 was aware that some people acted… inappropriately while celebrating their victories. Unfortunately he'd been forced to break it up before. But was it as commonplace as Z-9 acted?
"Still, I have to admit that you're not the floozy I expected," Z-9 casually remarked while pushing on X-2's chest to shove him back against his bed.
"I'm not a floozy!"
"Hm." Z-9 hummed in mock consideration as he coated his fingers. "No, I suppose not. That implies experience."
"You're a pain in the ass!"
The devilish grin in Z-9's eyes were apparent as he pushed a finger into X-2. "I'm about to be a pain in your ass."
X-2 wasn't sure how this would work with them sitting near opposite ends of their species' size range. Z-9 seemed to be proportionally average– as far as X-2 could tell with his limited knowledge on the subject– but even a single finger was sizable in him. Not that Z-9 having sausage fingers helped matters.
Fortunately Z-9 was gentler than expected as he worked on easing him up. "Relax. I don't intend on ripping you in half tonight."
X-2 listened to his suggestion and took a deep breath to try to release the remaining tension in his body.
"That's a good boy…" Z-9 cooed, leaving X-2's heart a jumbled mess.
Once Z-9 was satisfied with his handiwork he picked up X-2, before flipping him over and setting him down to line his knees up with the edge of his bed. Z-9 then lifted X-2's hips with one hand while pressing his head down with the other.
X-2 couldn't help but let out a choked gasp as Z-9 entered him. For a moment he wondered if he'd bit off more than he could chew.
"Oh? Is the big, tough commander not man enough to handle this?"
X-2's doubts gave way to fiery determination. "I can handle whatever you've got and more!"
"Let's see how well you can back up your words."
Z-9's thrusts were slow at first, as he made sure that X-2 could comfortably accommodate him. He held onto his wrists while smugly wondering if X-2 thought he'd keep up this tender lovemaking.
X-2 swore he saw stars when Z-9 suddenly slammed into him with enough force to almost knock him over. The scream he let out seemed to only encourage Z-9. X-2 braced his knees and dug his fists into his sheets to prepare for the oncoming onslaught.
It was painful at first, but X-2 quickly found that he preferred this intensity. He soon gave up on stifling himself as he matched Z-9's rhythm to slam back into him and drive him even deeper.
Z-9 moaned when X-2 started taking a more active role, and rewarded him by picking up the pace. Who would have guessed that X-2 could make him feel this good? Although now that they'd gotten to the main event there was one turnoff...
"What's with the weird noises?"
"You're criticizing th-!" X-2 wasn't able to finish speaking before an animalistic yowl took over.
"See!? It's like fucking a wildcat!"
"Appar-" Full sentences were too hard for him right now as he was overwhelmed by pleasure. X-2 settled for speaking between his vocalizations. "You're… still… going!"
"I've always thought you had a great ass." Z-9 released one of X-2's wrists to give it a squeeze.
It's not as if someone praising his body– least of all him – shocked him into shutting up. Words were impossible by now anyways as he neared his climax.
X-2 howled as he came, then immediately dropped to get Z-9 out of him, and effortlessly slipped his wrists out from under Z-9's hands. Z-9 cursed as he tried to regain his grip but if there was one thing X-2 was good at, it was escaping.
Once X-2 rolled out from under him he sat up and crossed his arms. "Alright, you had your way with me." He dismissively waved his hand. "Now leave."
The great thing about fucking virgins (or at least, near virgins) was how responsive they were. Yet it came at the cost of them having their fill before him. That wasn't much of a problem when they weren't selfish little shits like X-2.
"Are you really going to force me to walk out of your room with a hard-on?"
X-2 stopped to think, then sighed. That'd destroy any plausible deniability they had. He grabbed Z-9's dick with both hands. "I'm only doing this to put your disgusting thing away."
Z-9 shot him a shit-eating grin. "You didn't seem to think it was disgusting a few moments ago…"
X-2 scoffed as he pumped his hands along his shaft. "You just like the sound of your own voice, don't you?"
"And why wouldn't I? Listen to me."
There wasn't any room to argue there. X-2 refused to admit that he'd find Z-9's voice dreamy if it belonged to someone with a better personality. So he stopped responding, and without fuel to go on Z-9 was forced to temporarily cease his constant barrage of insults.
That didn't last long. Z-9 had been starting to moan, with one hand pressed against his mouth to quiet himself, when he thought of another way to mess with him.
"This is so-OOHH much better than your making out!"
X-2 narrowed his eyes, already sure he knew where this was headed. "Don't you dare..."
"Surely you've had plenty of lonely nights to-"
X-2 gave Z-9 a sharp tug, forcing a yelp out from the taller Martian. "Do you really want to taunt me after you entrusted me with something so delicate?"
Z-9 absolutely despised how his body shivered in excitement at the sight of his commander taking charge. Maybe he did. Maybe he was eager to come back for more.
"So what if I do?" Z-9 paused to let out another moan. "What would you do about it?"
Apparently he'd squeeze him as hard as he could. Which wasn't all that hard with his little nerd hands. Yet it was enough to make Z-9 hollar out of equal parts pain and elation.
Commander X-2 looked up at him in shock, then smirked. "So that's why you won't leave me alone…" Most of his tormentors would back off once he'd reminded them of either the power his position brought or the ruthlessness that helped him earn it in the first place.
"You're a fucking masochist!" X-2's movements were far rougher now that he'd found out how to get the reaction he'd brought Z-9 here for.
Z-9 attempted to tell him that no, it was because X-2 was a shrimp who held a title that belonged to a much stronger man (such as himself.) But none of Z-9's objections got far off the ground as he became incoherent putty in X-2's hands. How dare that little twerp make him helplessly writhe like this!
Just when he felt himself nearing the brink, Z-9 used both hands to force X-2's head to stay above his dick, then came on his face in an effort to gain back control.
X-2 didn't have the time to react or strength to resist. He blunk in shock when he found his face coated in Z-9's slimy… ugh. He didn't want to think about it. As X-2 frantically wiped it off on his sheets he yelled, "Would it kill you to not be an asshole!?"
Z-9's tone was smug as he shoved X-2 aside and got up to head towards the door. "Potentially."
X-2 narrowed his eyes as he peered at him from over the blanket in his hands. "This better not leave this room…"
"Oh?" Z-9 turned around to look X-2 in the eye. "I don't know, you did give me some quality blackmail material…"
X-2 dropped his sheet to cross his arms. "I'll kill you if you try."
"Please." Z-9 rolled his eyes. "I've heard plenty of death threats from you and yet, here I am."
After a moment X-2 deviously grinned at the thought of a far better threat. He hid a jolt of pain as he got up, then slowly walked up to Z-9 with his hands held behind his back and smirked.
"If this comes out I'll tell everyone that you slept your way to the top."
Z-9 faltered under his gaze before stomping his foot. "But you had nothing to do with my promotion!"
"And?" They both knew that if X-2 had been involved it wouldn't have happened. "The media loves to latch onto the most sensational version. All that matters is a good story."
With that Z-9 stormed out, unwilling to admit that X-2 had him beat.
