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“Where is he?” Jiyan's voice cuts through all the clamor of the Academy hall.
All sorts of personnel look on at the unexpected arrival of the leader of the Midnight Rangers looking markedly distressed.
“He’s in an observation room.” Finally, he's graced with an answer. The familiar sight of Mortefi would have normally been a fortunate meeting, but not today.
“Is he hurt? What happened? Why were you the one who called me?”
“Easy general, one at a time please. I've been working non-stop the moment he was brought in.” Mortefi pushes up his glasses and combs back his hair, not helping his haggard appearance at all. The clicking of their shoes echoed far too loud as they briskly walked down an unpopulated hall. His friend was pulling up holographic screens along the way, shuffling through them at a fast pace. He wasn't kidding about what he said.
“For Sentinel’s sake, just tell me what happened to him!” It was a rare lapse in his manners but his patience was already spread thin.
When he received the emergency call asking for his immediate presence he knew it was something serious. He wasn't prepared to learn it was regarding Rover getting caught in an accident. He departs from the frontline with nothing else but the command for his second to oversee the base. Fear gripped him by the neck as he ran through the city, prayers on his lips wishing that his love was alright.
Mortefi exhales a weighty sigh. “I was requested by Rover not to disclose anything to anyone."
“What?” Jiyan was utterly baffled at why Rover would keep his well-being a secret, especially from him.
“I went against those wishes because I think you're the only one who can help him. He doesn't even know you're here right now."
“The girls were the ones who brought him in.” Mortefi adds.
“Yangyang and Chixia?”
“They were with him when they encountered a remnant of the Dreamless.”
Dread washes over him like a tidal wave. His memories from their battle against the Dreamless were still fresh. It was terrifying and by far, one of the most difficult things he’s ever fought against in his life—he thought this was the one that would do him in.
His anxiety shot up ten-fold at the implications of the situation.
“He was brought here unconscious but even after he woke up, he has refused to see them.”
They turned a corner and stood in oppressive silence were the girls Mortefi mentioned prior.
“Mr. Mortefi, general—” Yangyang’s worry was palpable from afar.
“How is he?” Jiyan pipes up on their approach, hoping Rover’s friends could fill in the gaps of his understanding.
“Baizhi’s still in there and we can't even hear a word they're saying.” Chixia throws her hands up as she talks.
“They won't let us in! Mr. Mortefi, just what is going on with him?” The outrider was absolutely stricken, Jiyan's hairs stand on end in anticipation of the crushing news.
Mortefi replies with a groan as he removes his glasses. He pinches his nose bridge, crimson eyes flitting back and forth on some spot on the polished floor. It looked like he was weighing a heavy decision in his mind. His mind must've settled on something because he strides to a room door and swipes his keycard. He motions for them to follow.
The three exchange concerned looks with each other as they enter the room. Two distinct voices gradually became clearer as they walked further in. It sounded like they were in the midst of arguing.
“It’s the only way.” Baizhi's typically aloof demeanor was replaced with a rarely seen assertiveness.
“That's not possible, there has to be another method! I can't just—” Jiyan perks up at the sound of Rover's voice, bounding faster to finally see him.
“Rover!”
“General!?” Rover yelps in horror.
He was sitting on a bed, all sorts of Academy equipment surrounding him. An array of screens display diagnostics Jiyan had no time to look at right now. He could only focus on Rover– alive, breathing, still with him. Besides being dressed in a medical gown, he finds nothing out of sorts which he sighs in relief at. He beelines towards him, hands placing themselves on the other's elbows, the rest of him hovers hesitantly. Jiyan stares into those amber eyes he so dearly missed. They are clear and alert, but he takes note of the mild shock behind them.
“Are you okay?” It takes everything in Jiyan to keep his voice steady.
“I'm fine!” Rover says it tersely.
“Seriously guys, it's no big deal. Just a few scratches so, if you would all be so kind to let me talk to Mortefi and Baizhi, that'll be very nice.” Rover plasters on a bright smile Jiyan knows is a farce, he couldn't help but frown at the way the man was acting.
“You want us to leave? After what we heard about you and the Dreamless?”
Rover’s mask falters slightly, shrinking at Jiyan's hurt.
“I can handle this by myself.” Despite his best efforts to put up a front, Rover can't look him in the eye. Jiyan reaches his limit for bullshit for today.
“No.” It’s loud and indisputable, the room falls deathly silent. “Baizhi, Mortefi, tell us everything! Now!” Jiyan demands it as he rights himself up.
A few more seconds of heavy silence hangs in the air before it's broken by Baizhi.
“Rover is experiencing an illness we've never seen before and it's manifesting at an alarming rate. We believe it's caused by directly absorbing the Dreamless.”
Jiyan's face betrays nothing but in reality, his blood turns cold from the panic flooding his veins. He's conditioned himself to never show fear, something that comes with the title of general but right now in this moment, he could just fall down to his knees.
It's still too early to lose hope, some desperate voice in his head tells him. He reminds himself of days past, where he had to face grim situations like this as a practitioner of medicine.
“What are his symptoms?” Jiyan dons the persona of his old profession like he never left it.
“There's—” Baizhi pauses as if she's looking for the right words. “A mutation to his…” she trails off again, seemingly at war with her own thoughts.
“A mutation to what?” Jiyan presses her to continue.
“Baizhi, that's enough. I'll tell him.” Rover interrupts the revelation. “Everyone else, get out.” It was uncharacteristically harsh.
Everyone gathered had mixed reactions but Mortefi ultimately drags Yangyang and Chixia out, offering explanations when they're out of the room.
“I'm staying.” Baizhi makes no move to depart.
“Baizhi—” Rover starts but was cut off abruptly.
“He will need to know the technical aspects to cure you, which for the record, is the only method we can come up with right now.” she reiterates.
They were locked in a showdown of glares, but Rover eventually gives up. "Fine."
Jiyan once again finds himself confused but doesn't let it show. If they needed him to be a doctor right now, he would do it with no questions asked, all for Rover’s sake.
“General.” Rover addresses him formally. “Do you recall when we fought against the Dreamless, I tried absorbing it.”
“Yes, I remember. You were able to gain some of its abilities.”
“Well the same thing happened today. I tried absorbing its echo but it did something to me.” Jiyan doesn't ignore how he's still skirting around the issue.
“Which was?”
Rover averts his glassy eyes to the shiny floors and brings his hand up to cover his mouth. He looked like he was about to cry and it was absolutely killing Jiyan on the inside.
“Rover, just tell me, please. What is it?! I can't help if I don't know so—” His desperate pleading was cut short when Rover grabs his hand and intentionally situates it over his gown-covered crotch.
Jiyan instinctively tries to pull his hand away, shocked to the bone at the action– especially in front of a colleague. It was an accident for him to brush his fingers over the area as he tries to pull back but it dawns on him that this was Rover trying to tell him what was wrong. More aptly put, what was missing.
He feels around with more purpose this time, stunned that Rover’s crotch was oddly flat and as he tries to cup his hand, all he feels is a mound.
He tried to look at other’s face but it was stubbornly looking away. There was an unmistakable flush dusting his cheeks and ear tips.
“Do you get it now?” Rover mumbles quietly.
Jiyan's brain was still struggling to piece together the full picture. He could only gape uselessly as he dug his fingers deeper to confirm his suspicions, a soft whine tumbling out of Rover's lips.
“Okay, that's enough.” Baizhi shatters the trance they were in causing them to pull away from each other so fast, like they were burned.
“Rover’s genitalia was mutated when he tried to absorb the Dreamless once again.” The researcher explains coolly, like this combination of words was a normal thing to say. “We think it's a similar side effect to his wing where he obtained one of the Dreamless’ traits. This is our only working theory since information on the Dreamless is scarce and Rover is the only person who has ever absorbed it.”
Jiyan does his best to understand all the information Baizhi is relaying but he is loath to admit that his mind was completely focused elsewhere. His hand flexes subtly, as if trying to relive what just transpired.
“You said it was progressive?” Jiyan forces his mind to stay on track.
“Yes.” Baizhi pulls up a floating screen. “We are seeing a continual decline in Rover's male hormone levels due to the influence of the TD. We're worried that this will permanently alter his biology much like how a normal TD can corrupt the human body.”
“Is it fatal?”
“The possibility is there.” Baizhi says gravely. Jiyan's heart drops. “However, no other organ system has been affected. We just can't rule it out since we've never dealt with this before.”
“Mortefi said he thinks I can cure him, but this is something I think a TD scientist would know more about.”
“On the contrary, general, you are a crucial factor to his recovery. We didn’t need you to come for your medical expertise. We just needed you.”
“What?”
“Do you want me to tell him?” She directs her question to Rover.
“Are you one-hundred percent positive it's the only way?” Rover asks back, exasperated.
“Experimental treatment and surgery is too risky, it may aggravate the TDs influence on you. Also, this is a race against time. Developing cures artificially may take too long.”
“Couldn't you guys just– I don't know! Give me hormone shots or something?” The young resonator sounds borderline hysterical at this point.
“It doesn't work like that. The effects of hormones need time to build up, pumping you with them in such short notice will do nothing. On top of that, it wouldn't stop the TD's influence on your body. We need something to counteract it directly.” The woman rebuts the idea forcefully.
“So what's the course of treatment?” Jiyan cuts in.
“We need you to inseminate Rover to fight against the effects of the Dreamless on his body.” Baizhi answers in ironclad professionalism leaving her audience stunned speechless.
“That's the dumbest shit I've ever heard!” Rover yells indignantly with tears in his eyes.
Jiyan was stone, unmoving as he tries to parse Baizhi's statement, reading between the lines, looking for a hidden meaning. That woman wouldn't lie to them nor would she make jokes of this caliber. She's unfortunately, one-hundred percent serious.
“This is an extremely unprecedented occurrence and our findings conclude that direct implantation of a resonator's genetic material can quell the TDs corruption.” Baizhi begins to explain.
“Wouldn’t blood fulfill the same thing?” Jiyan questions.
“While genetic material from resonators shows great resistance to TD corruption, these properties deteriorate quickly when extracted, for example, from blood. We will also need high volumes to address Rover’s mutation thus, insemination is the most effective route for his case. The potency is unmatched by any other material based on our testing and the risk of degradation is lower based on the method of transfer.” She speaks with precise, clinical detachment. Jiyan almost finds it scary.
“I see…” He really wants to argue for a more conventional? acceptable? process but he's at a loss of ideas.
“Well, now that's out of the way,” Baizhi flourishes her hand to dispel her screen “Get to it, the faster the better. Less chances of complications.” she makes way for the exit.
“What? In here!?” Rover sputters wildly before Baizhi could make her retreat.
“You're in no condition to leave and we need to monitor you.”
“But—”
“Your privacy is secure, no one else has access to this room besides me, you, and Mortefi.”
“Ah, that reminds me,” Baizhi produces a card from her pocket and hands it to Jiyan which he gingerly accepts. “Just in case you have to step out.”
The lady turns on her heel and leaves, not before wishing Rover a speedy recovery.
A pin drop could be heard with how quiet the room was. Jiyan fiddles with the card and subsequently pockets it somewhere safe. His eyes land on Rover. He was sitting on the bed, knees close, and legs folded so they're on either side of his hips. He was anxiously wringing the hem of the medical gown.
“Rover.” The general calls out to him. The younger cranes his head up to look. He's never seen his usually spirited lover looking so vulnerable before. Unable to stand the distance no longer, he swoops him into a hug. The young resonator melts against him, tension seeping out of his body. A large hand pets raven hair, making the younger bury their head into his shoulder.
“My love, you scared me.” Jiyan whispers it softly between them.
“I'm sorry.” Rover’s voice was muffled from being pressed up against him.
“I'm grateful that it's not something worse.” His hand smooths over Rover’s nape, making the young man cling tighter to him.
“We'll get through this together, okay.” He places a feather-light kiss on the whorl on Rover's head where his raven locks began.
“Ugh…” Rover groans frustratedly. “This is so messed up.” Jiyan can feel the heat radiating off of his beloved. He figures it's either from embarrassment or his affliction.
“It doesn't matter. I'll do anything to help you.”
Rover looks directly into his eyes, shining resolutely in gold. There's no point in whining petulantly to delay the inevitable unless he wants to get sicker so he closes his eyes, lips waiting, hoping Jiyan gets the memo.
Jiyan gently brings their mouths together, reverently pouring all his love, relief, and assurances into the kiss. His fingers fan tenderly over Rover's cheek, trying to savor the feeling and warmth of it. He finds his glove to be a nuisance to his efforts so he withdraws to remove his tedious arm coverings.
Rover parts reluctantly, arms trying to wrap around Jiyan's neck. He leaves fleeting kisses on the side of his jaw, soft lips grazing over the general's sensitive teal scales.
The distraction has Jiyan disrobing with difficulty, carelessly ripping off most of the things he had on. His tactical gear clatters on the room's floor tile. He knows he'll regret ruining them later but the thoughts are shoved to the back burner when Rover pleads against him.
“Jiyan, help me.” he all but sobs. Jiyan bleeds at the sound and immediately slots their mouths together again, silencing his love's cries.
“I'm here.” he breathes against Rover's spit-slicked lips. “What do you need me to do?”
Rovers eyebrows knit together as he huffs in annoyance. “God, don't make me say it.” his face scrunched up.
Jiyan is thrown-off, he was only trying to be considerate. How he had garnered such a reaction evades him.
“Tell me what I’m supposed to do.” He asked, sounding a little lost.
Another groan from his partner stabs him in the heart. Was he doing something wrong? He couldn't help but sag in dejection for frustrating his already ill lover. The esteemed general Jiyan looking sadder than a kicked puppy was quite the image. Rover takes notice and immediately shifts attitude to reassure him.
“No, Jiyan. This is–” Rover bites back a growl of irritation before he blurts out. “It's fucking weird okay and I didn't want you to see me like this!”
Ah, that's what this is about. He's worried about what I would think. Jiyan can understand his reluctance now.
“Nothing will change how I see you, my love.” It's wholly sincere.
“I saw it in the mirror, It's—”
Jiyan kisses him square on the lips, hoping to assuage his insecurities.
“The vagina is just like any other part of the human body so there's nothing to be ashamed about your change in anatomy. I'm sure it'll be pretty like the rest of you.” Jiyan comments naturally like he was talking about the weather.
“You— That's—” Rover blushes a bright red, lips flapping but no words spoken. He's forgotten how Jiyan was a doctor. Of course he would be objective about this, he's probably had to study the damn thing.
“Ugh, Okay. But don't freak out.” the younger squints his eyes at him warily so Jiyan just clamps his mouth shut before he says anything else to hinder their progress.
Rover sits back on the pillows and hooks his thumbs on the waistband of his underwear. He slides it down one leg at a time. His legs were left poised on either side of the general's body, spread apart revealing the source of all of today's problems.
This is a sight Jiyan was intimately familiar with; the major difference is that instead of the usual kind of anatomy he saw, he is greeted with plush, pink folds so delicate looking, he's reminded of the petals of a Pecok flower. Rover's pussy is wet and shiny, fluttering shyly and absolutely captivating. He could even smell it from where he sat. Jiyan had to stifle his groan, the erotic display rendering him stupid like an animal. It may be different than what he's used to, but the effect was undeniable. He's irrefutably attracted to whatever sex Rover could be, as long as it's still him.
It was a monumental task for Jiyan to look away and ascertain Rover’s condition only to discover that the man was hiding himself with his forearm.
“It's weird isn't it.” He mumbles quietly, Jiyan almost couldn't hear it.
“No, it isn't.” He reassures his lover with as much sincerity he could possibly convey.
“Ugh. Whatever.” Rover drones out a long groan. “You heard what Baizhi said… let's just deal with it already.” He gives in, somewhat bitterly.
“Okay.” Jiyan harnessed every ounce of patience within him to carefully conduct himself. This is all new territory for Rover so he has to be all the more careful not to hurt him.
“Tell me if it gets too much.”
He positions himself beside Rover, one arm snaking to the man's opposite shoulder putting him in a half-hold. His other hand trails over the gown, lifting the flimsy fabric just enough to see Rover's exposed crotch. The younger sucks in a shaky breath, still keeping his face hidden. A tentative finger slides right on the center of the folds, slick clinging on to the digit. Rover closes his legs at the action, effectively stopping Jiyan from doing anything.
“Rover…” Jiyan chides softly.
An incoherent garble was the resounding answer.
“I can’t help you like this.” He kisses the other's temple sweetly.
A few seconds pass the next instance Rover speaks. “F–fine.” His legs open only slightly, barely enough for Jiyan to move.
With a sigh, Jiyan grabs his knees and wrenches them apart. An undignified sound erupts from Rover's lips. The harsh movement dislodges the arm preserving the remains of his dignity. Jiyan seizes a leg before a knee collides with his face. Before Rover could retaliate again, two fingers deftly run through his wetness, causing him to jolt in shock. His legs are fighting to close but the general's strong grip wouldn’t allow it.
Frustrated, Jiyan resorts to pressing down on his erect clit, rolling it in circles. Rover squeals shrilly, legs shaking. The sensation has his abdomen flexing erratically. Jiyan alternates between teasing the nub and tracing his seam, moisture smearing messily over his folds. Rover is shuddering and whining, amber eyes fixated on the hand playing with his new sex like it was the most natural thing in the whole world. Jiyan touches him like this for a while until his legs don't try to close anymore and his breathing has somewhat evened. It seems like they can proceed.
Jiyan brings his fingers to his lips, coating it with his saliva. He inadvertently gets a taste of Rover's arousal, a truly delectable flavor. He could definitely get addicted to its sweetness. His hand slides back down to Rover's slit before he gets any other ideas.
“I'm sorry, but this might hurt.” his finger breaches Rover's pussy. The latter whimpers at the penetration, nails biting into the general's arm.
Exploring the new organ, he finds it warm and slippery, not much of a difference from naturally occurring ones. He can't help but wonder to what extent the TD altered Rover's body. How functional was it? Based on the reactions he's getting from the man below, it seems to derive pain and pleasure from stimulation as a normal vagina would. Did he have ovaries? Wouldn't that mean he had eggs… Does he have a womb? Could he get pregnant?
Rover chokes on a wet sob, bringing Jiyan back from his colorful thoughts.
“Breathe, my love.”
“Easy for you to say.” A deep inhale. “You’re not the one with his dick missing.” Rover snaps back angrily, eyes subtly opening just to glare at him.
“Just relax. It'll feel good soon.” Jiyan shoves his finger deeper, hitting a spot that makes Rover arch.
“Ah! J-Jiyan— I don't like it… Stop…” Rover pleads tearily. A sniffle has the general's heart twisting in his chest.
“Please bear with me.” He tilts Rover's face to capture his lips in a kiss to placate him. There was no finesse behind it, guided only by the need to take his love's pain away. Rover's tears wet both their cheeks as he cries.
All of Rover's pained whimpering were muffled against the general's mouth, tongue plunging in deep, like he was choking on it. Sort of reminiscent of what's going on below him. He's never felt like this before, obviously. The sensations were new and indescribable, uncomfortable too. The intense warmth concentrated where a long, thick finger parts his lips felt like a searing brand invasively prodding at his innermost parts. His body trembles uncontrollably from the sparks singeing his nerves, he couldn't tell if it was from the kiss or the hand working at him. His hips jump when Jiyan's thumb flicks at his clit. He unseals their mouths just to moan hoarsely.
“That's it darling, just let me take care of you.” Jiyan husks in his ear, and his pussy spasms.
“Haa~ ” His mind was in a deadlock. One side of him wants to scramble away while the other wants to grind up into the talented thumb massaging his sensitive little pearl.
Jiyan makes the decision for him as he stuffs him full with another finger.
“Fuck!” He gasps out breathlessly. An exhilarating cocktail of pain and pleasure melds together to blur his rationality. He's mentally torn at the fact that he's starting to feel... good. A tell-tale heat is building up in his gut, his mind growing fuzzy the more Jiyan rubs at his walls.
“No~” Rover whines in protest but it just sounds so tempting to the general's ears, he absentmindedly crooks his fingers to hear more. “Jiyan, –feels ah! weird—”
“You're doing so well, my love.” Jiyan shushes him with praise, nuzzling his cheek affectionately.
Jiyan can feel Rover’s pussy clench down on his fingers, a sign of enjoyment he hopes. A third one joins in, and he flexes his arm just right to finger him with renewed speed, slick squelching loudly in his ears. Rover keens high, spittle flying as he bends in a strenuous angle, back arched to its limits. His stomach flexes sporadically as his hips lock, stuck motionless and raised in the air. He's at the mercy of those fingers violently fucking his insides, hitting all the spots that make him scream. Just when he feels like he's about to burst into flames, Jiyan suddenly rips his fingers out of him—his opening clamping on empty air. Rover couldn’t suppress the forlorn whine that passes his lips as his ass hits the mattress.
He's not left empty for long when Jiyan frees his dick from the confines of his pants, not bothering to undress completely. One hand lifts Rover's leg as he slides between those feverish lips. He thrusts experimentally through dripping folds, trying to gauge Rover's reaction. He was pleased to feel the other grind their wet arousal onto him in search of friction.
“Deep breath.” He instructs Rover with a gravelly voice.
At the sound of the other's shaky inhale, Jiyan pushes against his fluttering opening. The younger keens at the pressure. When Jiyan's tip pops inside, fresh tears spill from his beloved's honeyed eyes.
“Rover—” He groans heatedly as he clutches onto said man for dear life. His head tips forward in bliss, finding a home on his beloved's shoulder. He felt amazing.
The other could only mewl dazedly, entranced at how his pussy stretched obscenely to accommodate Jiyan. It was tiptoeing the line of too much and it was all the general's fault for being ridiculously well-endowed. The cock in him was scorchingly hot, he's not sure if can take any more. He involuntarily clenches down on the intruding object, mind drifting. The only thoughts bouncing in his skull was the heat, how full he felt, and Jiyan, splitting him open.
Silky walls squeeze down on Jiyan so tight, it's like his poor dick was being suffocated. He bucks his hips, incrementally stuffing more of himself inside Rover. Sweat drips down the younger’s temple, straining to take in his lover's girth. Jiyan pauses when he hears the other's labored panting. He kisses a damp cheek, bringing Rover back to him.
“How are you holding up?”
Rover whines pitifully instead of a real response.
“Okay. We can just stay like this for a while.” Jiyan reassures him.
He lets Rover take as long as he needs to adjust as they pant in unison. Jiyan preoccupies himself by nipping the other's ear. Rover flinches at first but bares his neck after, giving his lover more access. One to not turn down the invitation, Jiyan mouths over soft skin, painting it in various rosy shades from his hickeys. His one hand travels up and thoroughly kneads the meat of Rover’s pec through his medical gown. Once again, the general’s thoughts spiral into the gutter as he feels his lover up. He imagines what it would be like if Rover’s condition caused him to grow tits instead and what would the treatment for that be. He pinches a nip through the fabric and grinds a nail down to the thought of it. Oblivious to Jiyan’s lecherous thoughts, Rover unwittingly pushes his chest further into that warm hand, stuffing the cock already plunged inside him much deeper.
They answer each other with sounds of pleasure at the minute shift.
“Do you feel better?” Jiyan quells his urge to just fuck himself into the tantalizing heat engulfing him by balling his hand—previously squishing Rover's chest—on the sheets.
He thinks he hears the sound of ripping fabric when the man in his arms sinks down further on his cock without warning.
“Shit–” He couldn't fight back the curse that bubbles past his lips.
He holds Rover's legs a tad too painful, fully aware it will bruise later. His beloved utters a broken sound. Jiyan immediately loosens his hold in apology.
“I'm sorry, I–” Whatever Jiyan wanted to say was lost to him because he feels something lightly skim the sides of his exposed cock. He glanced downwards to see Rover rubbing his fingers in a ‘V’ at where they connect.
“Nngh…” Rover mewls at his own touch. “You're really inside it…” almost sounding in awe.
“Mph?” An inquisitive noise passes his lips. “Jiyan?”
The general's head was pressed firmly against the other’s sweaty nape. He couldn’t help it, not when his love sounded so… enticing. His dick throbbed happily inside Rover’s irresistible warmth, barely hanging on the last vestiges of self-control.
“Don’t say such things…” It was a strangled plea.
Rover cranes his head back as much as their current position allows to press a sweet kiss on the general’s mouth.
“Mmm… You’re so good to me.” His coquettish licking transforms into something less innocent when Jiyan reciprocates.
They part by scant inches, breaths tickling each other’s faces.
“Go on, move for me. Make us feel good.” Rover's eyes are foggy with pleasure as he stares dazedly up into his general’s eyes, hand traveling up to entangle his fingers into the other’s long locks.
Jiyan obliges more than willingly, slowly sliding his dick till it settles in deep and heavy– completely wrapped in Rover’s magnificent tightness, leaving no space untouched. The latter’s black eyelashes flutter softly, gaze flickering as he moans in gratification.
“Mmm” Rover hums in heady elation. “Keep going, baby. You’re filling me so well.” Jiyan isn’t sure if Rover still knows what he’s saying but it doesn’t stop him from unsheathing his cock from his velvety insides just to stuff him full again and again.
“Ah, Ah~ ♡ Jiyan!” A beautiful melody pours out of Rover and Jiyan was determined to hear it on repeat. He sets a moderate pace, just enough to not overwhelm Rover but enough to keep his pretty cries flowing.
Rover’s hand never left, still placed at where Jiyan enters him– confirming to himself that there was indeed a cock currently rearranging his guts in a completely new way. He marvels at the easy slide and how wet his lover's length was now that it was coated in slick. His slick. From his pussy. His pussy Jiyan was currently fucking. Oh, he's getting dizzy from how good Jiyan was giving it to him. His thoughts are slipping through loose lips, babbling all the dirty things he was thinking about to the other.
“Ahh, D–does it feel good?” Rover couldn't stop himself from asking.
“Mmm…” A deeper thrust had Rover’s head lolling like a doll's. “The best.” Jiyan rasps in his ear. He rewards his general with a delicious clench of his walls.
“Do you like it?” He stares up into those eyes burning gold, lost in their depths.
“Yes, yes." Jiyan hisses in profound pleasure. "I love you no matter what. You feel so tight and hot. Like you never want to let me go. I could fuck you forever, how does that sound my love? Your pretty pussy plugged up with my cock and cum, do you want that?” Jiyan praises him with pure filth on his tongue. He's almost embarrassed how everything he's saying spills easily from his mouth. Rover doesn't seem to mind from how his face crumples in ecstasy.
“Ah! pleasepleasepleaseplease!” The young resonator begs beautifully as tears roll down his eyes again. Jiyan doesn't resist slotting their mouths in a messy kiss; more wet, smacking sounds permeating the air.
“Haaaaah… Jiyan, something's ah— coming.” Rover whines when their kiss ends. He's unaware he's snapping his hips down to meet Jiyan's thrusts. His general takes the initiative to spread his legs wide, nails leaving half-moon marks in their wake as he pounds into Rover's addicting warmth.
“Touch yourself.” Jiyan intones it like a command. Rover whines pathetically but tries to comply regardless.
His hand not pulling out Jiyan's hair slips under his gown to roll a nipple in between his fingers. Shivers wrack his frame when he tweaks the bud roughly.
A growl rouses him from his pleasure. “Not there.” Jiyan moves so Rover's knee is hooked on his forearm. “Right here.” His hand spreads his folds to expose the man's cute, aching clit to the air. Rover responds with a tight clench that has Jiyan stuttering in his next thrust. “Do it.” He gruffly murmurs as he regains rhythm.
“Ah~♡” Rover reaches down to press on his tender bud, unsure at first but he quickly discovers what he likes by flicking it fast.
"Good boy." the praise liquefies Rover's brain into goo.
“Jiyan, Hah, Jiyannn~♡!” Rover’s screams loud, like he was calling out to the heavens. The lewd sounds, the perfect heat squeezing him, the hand gripping his hair, it all coalesced to unleash the heat building up in Jiyan's gut. He moans unrestrained as he comes to Rover's fluttering insides, massaging his cock of all it's worth.
Rover rocks his hips down frantically and pinches his clit hard until he's coming with a high-pitched keen. His posture was perfectly rigid as his finger kept going, until his vision was spotted with black dots. One final choke on air and he ragdolls, slack body collapsing on top of Jiyan. He quivers from the aftershocks of his first orgasm he's ever had with his pussy. A pitiful moan is wrenched out of him when the general’s cock flops out of his hole, a viscous mess of cum and slick following it.
"Nhh... No..." Rover cries feebly as he instinctually tries to close his legs, distantly remembering he had to keep the cum inside of him.
Jiyan carefully slides out from under Rover, trying his best not to jostle him too much. He finds the other shielding his eyes with a forearm as he pants heavily. A glance downwards shows cum trickling out of him in steady rivulets but slightly tinged in red.
Jiyan’s heart shatters into a million pieces seeing Rover hurt from his own doing. “Rover, I–” His words catch on his raw throat.
He fails to end his sentence when gentle fingers cup his face, stroking in a tender motion.
“Jiyan?” Rover looks every bit like the heaven he fell from. Ethereal as he’s swathed in the warmth of afterglow.
“I—you’re… bleeding.” Jiyan stammers.
“Oh…” Rover sits up to look between his legs. He stares a second too long before wiping up the come now flowing freely out of him. A beat of silence, Jiyan braces for the worse but he's snapped out from his downspiral when Rover just hums. Jiyan watches him play with the cum coating his digit, thin strings appearing as he spreads his fingers apart. It was unexpectedly erotic but even more so, when Rover stuffs the digit back into his pussy.
"We can't let it leak out of me."
Jiyan groans embarrassingly loud, head bowing in shame to conceal his burning face. He was unbelievably turned-on right now, dick ready to go for another round just from Rover talking that way.
The other's laughter was bell-like in his ears, causing him look to up. His lover was positively beaming.
“You did a good job, general.” Rover tilts his jaw to steal a chaste kiss. "I'm glad it was you taking my virginity again." Jiyan grimaces, embarrassed at how this was affecting him so easily. Rover catches on and rubs on his back in soothing circles while chuckling softly.
“Are you okay? Does it hurt too much?” He asks when they part.
“Hmm... a little sore, but you did what you had to do. Very well, if I may add.” Rover’s voice dips suggestively. Jiyan berates his cock for twitching to life. He puts his base desires aside to inspect his lover thoroughly. Nothing changed besides him being covered in sweat and hickeys.
“So does this mean you’ll turn back?”
“Unfortunately, no, general.” A feminine voice resounds around the room interrupting their privacy. Both men flinch in panic. “It’ll take more than that to stave off the corruption.”
“What the? Baizhi?!” Rover yells indiscriminately to the room, not knowing the source of the transmission. “You've been watching us this whole time?”
“Yes.” It was utterly remorseless. “We had to monitor you in case you declined or worse. Fortunately, that wasn't the case.”
“This is highly inappropriate Baizhi!” Jiyan also yells out. He covers Rover’s modesty with a bedsheet. “We didn't agree to be watched.”
“We didn't want to do this either, but we must remind you this is an observation room of the Academy, not a hotel.” The deep baritone of Moretefi’s voice replies instead of Baizhi. Jiyan and Rover’s souls leave their bodies.
“Fuck, not you too. How many people are in there right now?!” Rover burrows into the safety of the general's body, hopefully his frame was large enough to hide him from the cameras he doesn't even see.
“Just us two.” Mortefi answers. “Now, now. No time to be distracted. That wasn't enough to reverse the TDs effects so, please do whatever you guys can to free us from this misery.”
The room was quiet for only a moment when the transmission starts back up again.
“Oh, I forgot,” The pair in the room groaned at the insufferability of it all. “We left supplies outside the door to aid in your efforts. Also, just pretend we're not here. Good luck.”
Jiyan and Rover didn't move an inch, one would think they became statues.
“We will never speak of this day again.” The young resonator's voice was laced with vitriol.
“Agreed.” Jiyan doesn't miss a beat.
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“And, it's all clear.” Mortefi announces after their endeavors to cure the young resonator. “Congratulations on an excellent job well done.”
Instead of celebrating, Jiyan and Rover groan weakly. Their dignities were barely covered with a slightly ripped, fluid-stained blanket while Mortefi contacts them on the speaker system again.
Even with the help of the ‘supplies’ so graciously given to them; the pair was absolutely bedraggled at the amount of times they had to fuck. Under surveillance at that. It was humiliating.
But they couldn't deny that it was also… exciting. They distantly remember whispering in each other's ears about how they were being watched, only stoking the flames of their passion.
“You're both free to go.” The draconic man brings them out of their musing.
“Wow,” Rover deadpans in a scratchy voice. “Kicking us out just like that, thanks guys.”
“You're welcome.” Mortefi shoots back impeccably. “And no, we're not kicking you out. Take as much time as you both need to recuperate. But not too long. I beg.” The line goes quiet to their appreciation.
In safety of their shared solitude, Jiyan lifts the blanket covering Rover, peeking at his lower half—now completely normal. He still remembered how startled he was when it came back the moment he pulled his dick out of Rover for the somethieth time. A bright light, like when the pangu terminal absorbed an echo, flashed before their eyes and poof! Dick and balls.
“What are you thinking about?” Rover’s question grabs his attention.
“That it's over.”
“Oh, why do you sound so sad?” Rover eyes him critically.
“N-no! I'm not. I just thankful that you're not in danger anymore!” Jiyan stumbles over his words
“I’m kidding, just kidding, love.” Rover pets his hair.
“To be honest, I’ll miss it too. It was fun wasn't it?” Rover’s expression morphs into something dangerous.
“I'd rather have you healthy and as you are and not at risk of TD corruption.” Jiyan puts a stop to Rover's imagination by smoothing the sheets over his lover once more.
“Well, I know just what to do when we need to spice up the bedroom.” Golden eyes glint mischievously at the general.
“You will not—”
The sound of Rover’s cheeky laughter fills the air.
“That reminds me…” The young resonator trails off as his amusement dies down. “How did they know to contact you for this?”
“Did you not tell them we are seeing each other?” Jiyan asks back, clearly puzzled.
“No, I thought you told them.”
“I didn't.
“Huh.”
“Hmm…”
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“Pay up, Baizhi.”
The woman in question begrudgingly takes out her wallet, handing a hefty amount of credits to Mortefi.
“How on Sol did you even know?” a scowl on her face.
“You try exploring the overworld with them. It's torture.”