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Lazy rays of late afternoon sun shine through the windows of their headquarters. This day is not unlike any other, with Xeno using the last few hours of sunlight to do some more work and Stanley, having finished all of his tasks for the day, coming to rest in Xeno’s study. They do not talk, just sit there in silence, enjoying the comfort of each other’s presence.
Xeno is working and Stan is quietly observing him from his seat on the other side of the room, quietly admiring how the sunlight glistens in the silver hair, making Xeno look almost otherworldly. The only sound that can be heard is the scribbling of the scientist’s pen. He is solving another equation that will eventually bring him closer to world domination. Probably.
There is a click of Stanley’s lighter. Not taking his eyes off Xeno, he takes out a cigarette and lights it up to satisfy his usual nicotine craving.
“I really wish you did something about this toxic habit of yours,” Xeno finally breaks the silence, turning around to face the blonde soldier. “You know as well as I do that it’s terrible for your body.”
Stanley nods. Obviously, he does know that, though definitely not as well as Xeno does. Being a genius scientist, Xeno probably could describe with great detail all kinds of harmful effects tobacco and tar would have on his internal organs and Stan was not too keen on listening to it. His personal area of expertise and interest was instead all kinds of harmful effects that could be done to internal organs by bullets from a machine gun, after all.
“Am I not allowed to have my vices?” Stanley asks. “Besides, with you being so good to me, it wouldn’t matter if everyone and everything else was bad for me.”
“Aren’t you a smooth talker…” Xeno lets out a chuckle. “I’d rather you did not burn away your lifespan with the cancer stick. Leading to your body being ravaged by disease, one we do not have the means to cure in our current situation, within the next few years.”
His voice remains calm but Stanley has known Xeno long enough to pick up the slight drop in his tone, the uneasiness and hint of fear. He puts his cigarette away, gets up from his seat, and walks a few steps towards Xeno, then gently wraps his arms around Xeno’s shoulders.
"You smell like your cigarettes,” Xeno says but makes no move to push Stanley away.
“You are worried about me,” the soldier whispers, his voice quiet, but they are so close, that Xeno can hear him easily. “Don’t be. Nothing will happen to me. Or to you, as long as I am protecting you. I have promised you that before, haven’t I?”
Xeno rests his forehead on Stanley’s arm, the surface of the black suit cold against the skin on his face. He briefly considers sliding Stanley’s glove off so he can have him brush his fingers against his cheek. That would surely cause his brain to release some extra endorphins, but would that be enough?
“I know that, Stan. I have no reason to doubt, I know you will never leave my side. You’ll always be there for me. My knight in shining armor.”
Stanley chuckles and he is close enough for Xeno to feel his breath on his skin. Perhaps he could even press his lips against Xeno’s neck, leaving a purple mark with his lipstick. He would walk around with purple smudges on his neck, making their connection obvious to anyone who sees him. Not that there are that many people here and by now, everyone, even the most emotionally obvious former soldiers must have caught on that something was going on between these two. Still, Xeno imagines that scenario with great detail and smiles.
“You really do trust me completely, don’t you?” Stanley asks. It is not a real question, it is stating something they both know to be true, to have always been true.
“Stan, I would allow you to reach through my ribcage into my chest, reach behind my sternum, hold my beating heart between your fingers. I would feel safe and at ease during all of that, that is how much I trust you.” Xeno whispers. “But you already knew that. You just wanted me to say it out loud, so I humored you.”
Xeno briefly considers adding that while a ribcage is a structure that has specifically evolved to protect the heart and lungs, he would still feel that his heart was better protected against any kind of danger if Stanley ripped it out and held it in his own hand instead. He decides against voicing these thoughts. Stan knows this already, he does not need to state everything out loud, no matter how romantic it might sound. (It is about the heart, so it is romantic.)
“Come here and face me properly, Stan,” Xeno commands instead. “I need you to kiss me.”
Kiss me because I cannot really ask you to cut my chest open and grab my heart and that is the second best thing. Xeno does not say this part, but he hopes that his feelings will reach Stanley anyway. There is no doubt they will - Stanley is fluent in reading Xeno’s feelings after all.
The blonde does as he is told and just a moment later Xeno feels the very familiar touch of purple-stained lips on his own. He opens his mouth, inviting Stanley in, just like he has done countless times before. Xeno feels Stan’s tongue against his own, he feels the soldier’s fingers sliding into his hair.
He closes his eyes and relaxes fully into Stanley’s touch. Xeno thinks of the lipstick smears again, about the traces of purple pigment that are going to remain on his own lips after this. He knows that he is not going to wipe them off, at least for a while. This is just another symbol of what he shares with Stanley. Similar to the ring resting on his finger beneath the fabric of his clawed glove, just like there is another band of gold hidden under Stanley’s own gloves.
They continue to kiss until the necessity to breathe forces them to separate.
“You taste like cigarettes,” Xeno says, the tone of his voice serious. “Disgusting.”
Then he pulls Stanley in for another kiss and welcomes the taste of tobacco in his mouth again. He feels his body grow hotter with each second and he knows he will not be allowing Stan to move away anytime soon.
Xeno knows Stanley noticed how his body is reacting to his presence. His eyes are half closed but he hears the blonde chuckle into the kiss.
The scientist recalls the previous evening. Stanley was on the bed, his throbbing erection buried deep inside Xeno who was positioned above him. The soldier’s eyes were half-lidded and hazy with pleasure. His expression was just pure love and admiration as his husband rode him, among the sounds of bed creaking, until they both reached their climax.
Xeno feels his cheeks heat up at the memory and he exhales a puff of warm air as soon as their lips separate. He notices the smirk on Stanley’s face as the man slides down to his knees and positions himself between Xeno’s legs.
“You look so good in this position,” Xeno whispers. “Exactly as you should be.”
Stanley does not respond, he just reaches for the complicated zipper and unzips Xeno’s coat, then slides his palms under the fabric, undoing the buckle of his belt. It is a simple action, but with Xeno’s body already on fire like this, it almost draws a moan out of him. He feels how hard he is already, even though Stanley has barely started touching his body.
He might be the domineering one, but the truth is, it is Stanley who has so much power over him, able to influence Xeno’s usually crystal clear stream of scientific thoughts with ease and invoke lust. The soldier willingly places himself in a submissive position and yet he is very much aware of this power. Their relationship has functioned like this for years.
Xeno’s pants and underwear are pulled down and he feels cold air on his erection. This time he cannot contain his voice at all when Stanley’s hand reaches for his cock and gives it a few strokes.
The touch of Stanley’s gloves was a peculiar feeling, the fabric texture unusual but not entirely unpleasant. He has pleasured Xeno with these gloved fingers countless times before. However, tonight Xeno feels he would rather have it another way.
“Take the gloves off,” he commands.
Stanley obeys immediately by biting into the glove’s finger and pulling the fabric off with his teeth, making sure to put on a show for Xeno’s viewing pleasure. He immediately resumes stroking Xeno’s cock, with his bare hands this time. There is a glint of his wedding band on Stanley’s finger and the sight makes warmth swell inside of Xeno.
Is it a sense of power, because the ring means that Stanely belongs to him? Or is it a feeling of love, a symbol of their lives being intertwined forever, completing each other, being unable to live without one another? By now both of these feelings have become one and the same for Xeno. That is just the nature of the love they shared.
“Mmm, yes, just like that…” Xeno whispers. “As always, you know exactly what is expected of you. What a good soldier you are, Stan.”
Stanley’s face lightens up with a smile, the type that is reserved for Xeno’s eyes only.
“Only the best of services for my dearest Xeno,” he chuckles and reaches for the scientist’s gloved hand, intertwining their fingers together, while continuing to stroke him with his free hand. Their ring fingers slide against each other. Stanley’s wedding ring, now in full view, and Xeno’s, still hidden by the fabric of the clawed glove.
If it was not for the glove, the rings would be touching, but neither of them makes any move to take the fabric off. They are both content with just knowing it is there, hidden from everyone.
Xeno takes another look at Stanley’s face, full of the same affection as on the previous night and many, many other nights. He is beautiful.
Oh, how he loves this man.
The movements of Stanley’s hand stop suddenly and Xeno is about to lament the loss of sensation, but before he can say anything, he feels the warmth and wetness of Stanley’s tongue on his erection. He witnesses Stan place a kiss on the tip of his cock while they maintain eye contact. A moan escapes Xeno’s throat.
Stanley lets out a pleased hum around Xeno’s cock and takes him deeper, licking all over the sensitive organ. He soon starts bobbing his head up and down, in a particular way that is guaranteed to completely unravel Xeno within minutes. He has practiced this over the years.
Stanley knows exactly what he is doing, he possesses the power to reduce his husband to a moaning mess if he wills it. This time will not be different and Xeno knows that. He has been aroused and desperate for Stanley’s attention for a while, so now that he is finally receiving what he needs so much, he is certain not to last long.
“Stan… Oh, Stan…” Xeno moans out, not even trying to stop the sounds spilling from his mouth. It encourages the blonde, who just keeps moving his head and pleasuring Xeno, whose sounds are just becoming more and more obscene. Half-closed, hazy eyes and flushed cheeks, still holding onto Stanley’s hand as if it were a lifeline. Nobody else can ever see his beloved Xeno in this state, this view is reserved for Stanley’s eyes only.
“Stan, I’m about to…” Xeno whispers between pleased sighs and not too long after this moment his whole body is shaking as pleasure finally overtakes him. He does not let go of Stanley’s hand as he comes hard inside his husband’s mouth. The soldier swallows it all, not letting a single drop go to waste and Xeno is just trying to calm his breathing.
“How are you feeling? Was this to your liking?” Stanley asks innocently as if he has not just witnessed Xeno experience a mindblowing orgasm.
“It was good enough, Stan,” Xeno responds with a smirk. “But if you are not satisfied with the result, I am open to another attempt. Not now, of course, maybe in a few hours, in the evening? I will be waiting for you in the bedroom. How about that?”
Stanley laughs. “I think I did a pretty good job, myself. But I suppose I could still prove to you that it was not just a fluke.”
He shuffles a bit to switch his position on the floor, to a more comfortable one, then zips up Xeno’s pants and coat back. Without saying a word, he rests his head against the scientist’s legs. Xeno immediately reaches out and tangles his metal claws affectionately into Stanley’s golden locks.
“You are right. I suppose we can stay like this for a moment,” he whispers and Stanley closes his eyes.
Their ring fingers are still intertwined and Xeno can only think about how much he loves this wonderful man.