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Washracks~

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Kelam dragged himself out of his bunk and wearily rubbed his face with his hands, sleep wasn’t coming to him and he was tired of tossing and turning, tired of feeling like he couldn't do anything. His head throbbed a dull ache from his mind not able to turn off, facts and figures he was still absorbing and rifling through trying to find the answer that was requested of him to find. He couldn't help himself to throw a quick glance further into the barracks towards Malek’s bunk, not able to see if it was occupied or not but hoping at least one of them was getting some rest. He grabbed his towel and silently made his way to the washracks, Kelam always liked water and was hoping maybe a shower would bring some comfort.

The washracks door slid open before him and closed after him he took a couple more steps into the room not recognizing the sound of running water until it was almost too late. He blearily blinked a few times he hadn’t been expecting anyone moving around yet, not at his ungodly hour.  His steps became slower, more cautious as he continued further into the room, air damp and foggy from the heat of the shower. His form stopped suddenly as he recognized the figure under the lone shower head blasting away.

Dark hair flattened down on the other’s head from the pouring water above. Rivulets running down the planes of flesh over a nicely muscled from that was getting familiar to Kelam. He found it hard to breathe as he took another step closer, curling his fingers to his palm and rubbing his hand along the side of his leg in order to stop himself from reaching out. He swallowed hard and swayed on his feet, fighting the various urges running through him, all his attention solely on Malek, wryly realizing his hoping earlier was for nothing seeing that were both still awake.

“Malek, hey,” he called, to alert his presence to the pilot but still a touch deeper, the sight had affected him. Malek always affects him. 

Malek’s eyes were closed, hands flat on the wall and arms locked, arms bracing him up as the water pounded down on his head and shoulders. He didn’t know how long he’d been under the hot water; he’d been unable to sleep and was hoping that the hot shower would relax him enough to rest. If not his mind, then at least his body. Unfortunately, the isolation of the washracks, steam surrounding him, wasn’t helping. It seemed like it was just making his head spin more with the responsibility and decisions he didn’t feel qualified to make. 

He raised his head, blinking water out of his eyes as he thought that someone called his name. Malek straightened, turning in the direction of the voice, and gave a weary smile as he saw Kelam, standing in the walkway between the open washracks. “Hey,” he returned the greeting. “I didn’t know anyone else was still awake,” he murmured, running a hand through his hair to brush the wet strands from his eyes.

He couldn’t help a glance down Kelam’s frame and his smile widening a bit at the view of Kelam, shirtless and barefoot, wearing just the shorts he must have been sleeping in. He had to pull his eyes back to meet golden ones, shifting his stance in the shower; his gaze wanted to linger on muscled chest and those hips, barely clad in the shorts he wore.

Malek cleared his throat and leaned a shoulder against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest, tilting his head to lean it against the wall as he watched Kelam. “I take it you couldn’t sleep either, and thought a shower would be a good idea?” 

He paused a moment, shifting his weight again, and took a deep breath. It just felt right being with Kelam, and already he could feel a tension easing out of his shoulders - Kelam didn’t ask too much, didn’t expect things he couldn’t do. “I could... use some company, if you’re up for it?” He raised an eyebrow and gave a grin, watching the other man’s expression to see his reaction to the subtle innuendo.

Kelam returned the smile, his a little brighter than Malek’s glad to find himself not the only one awake and glad it was Malek he found in the washracks. What was it? Only a couple hours earlier they bid each other good night before turning in and he realized he missed him already.

His gaze trailed over Malek’s shoulders, following the paths of water streaming down his skin down the front of his frame and shifting his weight on his feet himself, He couldn't stop the slight roll of his shoulders and jutting out a hip, wanting Malek access to wherever his gaze fell on him. Wanting more than just Malek’s eyes on him.

“S-sleep?” He had to clear his own throat, the puzzlement in his voice like at the moment sleep was the last thing he could possibly think of doing. He frowned slightly and shook his head. “N-nah, t-too much thinking,” he gave a wry chuckle, “I-I tend to overthink.” It was a confession quietly breathed into the warm damp air, one he never admitted aloud before.

As Malek turned to face him, Kelam found himself approaching more closer, the distance between them something fragile and he wanted to break it. His next chuckle was lower, pleased, at the invitation given to him from Malek and catching the innuendo. His golden eyes darkened the look entirely masculine as he reached out and rested his right hand on Malek’s hip the grip firm, leaning in enough to press their shoulders together in an attempt to guide Malek’s backside against the wall of the washracks. “I-I could be your... company, Slagger,” Kelam couldn't stop the smirk curving one side of his mouth higher, his left hand reaching around the back of Malek’s head, fingers carding through wet dark hair as he lowered his mouth to brush those words against Malek’s lips.

“I... tend to overthink, too,” Malek murmured, somewhat distractedly, more concentrating on Kelam moving toward him, the steam condensing on his skin and slipping down the planes of his chest, the material of his shorts clinging to hips and upper thighs with the dampness in the air from Malek’s shower. His breath caught at the low, pleased chuckle and purely masculine look the taller man gave him, and his lips curved into a smirk, liking it. 

“Maybe we could... distract each other from our thoughts~?” he murmured, turning with Kelam as the scout stepped under the spray from the showerhead, moving with the nudge on his shoulder so his back pressed against the wall of the shower. Kelam’s hand on his hip seemed to burn like a brand, and Malek took a deep breath as lips brushed against his, those words breathed against his lips, and his own hands came up to rest on Kelam’s hips.

“I’d like your... company, Slagger, since you’re offering~” he breathed in return, feeling his body react, tightening to the nearness of the other man, the position, the way Kelam leaned their chests together, the low rumbling tone of his voice. Malek found himself forgetting what he had been stressed over just a few moments before, wiped away in the company of the man that he realized was his best friend - and swiftly turning into more than just friends. And Malek wanted that, wanted this.

His hands stroked up to waist then back down to hips, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of the shorts, head tilting back into the hand slipping through his hair, a low noise that was nearly a moan escaping him as he rolled his hips forward into Kelam’s, letting him know that it was more than just company he wanted. “You’re overdressed for the shower~” he purred roughly, before pressing his lips against Kelam’s, lips parting in invitation for Kelam to kiss him.

Kelam swayed on his feet, taking in the weight and warmth of Malek’s hands on his hips, their chests pressed together and the fact he was cornering Malek between his body and the wall. His focus turned to Malek, to the arousal surging through his own systems and there was nothing more he wanted to do but the two of them to drown out the worries and uncertainties hanging over both of their heads.They’ve been going through hell, exhaustion and strain dark rings around Malek’s eyes. He wanted Malek’s focus on him and only him, pushing the pilot more firmly back against the wall with is own body and hands.

Kelam lowered his head to press his lips more firmly against Malek’s, sharply nipping Malek’s lower lip. His hands tightened on Malek's frame as he stepped more into the pilot’s space until the fronts of their bodies were a long line of solid heat between them. Kelam rolled his hips forward a growl of frustration escaping him from the fact that Malek did have a point about him being overdressed. He took the invitation Malek gave him first, taking that invitation and kissing deeply heat and need burning on his side of the kiss moaning as he tasted again Malek’s taste the cold wintry burn that he was beginning to crave. He smirked as he broke the kiss early.

“O-overdressed? L-let’s fix that. Remove my shorts.” His tone was firm, a clear command, expectancy in dark golden eyes as he watched Malek’s expression. An amused smile curved his lips as his right hand explored Malek’s left side, playing with the divot of his hip before digits gliding upwards towards the bottom of his ribcage, trailing water and making little designs only he knew on Malek’s skin. 

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Mission Arc notes

We plan on something horribly going wrong during this and Malek showing his capability of leadership as he keeps it together and salvages the mission, Kelam I think might push him because he believes in Malek and thinks he can do this.

Meeting in the Mess Hall goes here. Stiffed leg circling and wary looks because they don't know what the frag is going on between them. They’re not friends. Not yet.

Long talks and seeing they’re similar. Warbuild pilots that click, they feel normal around each other. Something they will miss I think.

No Turan and no Kami because we don’t need them messing things up right now. 

Same team-- Violet and they have similar schedules. Get to know each other, get this almost a bit of semblance of what a life could be like with the falling into routines that’s gonna be ripped away from them when they get back to base and back to Kelam’s on the Home Wing and Malek is Elite Squad.

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Rough timeline: the wargames are announced, everyone is given a station on one of the two Titan-class destroyers/transports, they're broken into teams and given armbands to identify themselves. There's a bit of training on the way to their destination; they get there, and have just set up and organized the wargames (maybe a week, or a few days? not long) and there's an ambush. Pretty obvious the enemy knew when, where, and that they'd be vulnerable - this is likely behind the front lines, so the enemy shouldn't have been there. The two transports are loaded, in a fighting retreat because the commanders know that they don't have the ability to hold out for long. They activate the FTL drives/jump to hyperspace/whatever the traveling tech is, and the ship Malek and Kelam is on is damaged just as the drives are activated. So, they end up away from the ambush location, but their FTL drive dropped them... somewhere. NOT back in safety. And maybe the drive is too damaged to hop back to home base. They know the enemy is looking for them, so they can't broadcast a distress signal. However, they manage to get a message back to base/to the other ship - maybe scrambling a Flight or two with the Spartan or Orion ships that aren't damaged and are capable of FTL flight on their own to get reinforcements, but in the meantime, their ship has to play hide and seek with the enemy who's hunting for them, and there was a lot of injuries in the initial attack, or in the blow that took our their engines.

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Interrupted Unmissing~

Kelam picked his spot well, cloaking mod on and firmly in place, the shadows from the ventilation tubes above made it easier to blend in as he leaned against the wall, arms across his chest. He stood in a small offshoot to the main corridor coming and going from the hangar that usually housed Elite Squad’s Alpha Flight’s crafts. He closed his eyes, listening intently to his surroundings. He’d been a here for a while, it was tentative this would be the night Malek would return from his mission and Kelam wanted to be here, wanted to be one of the first that Malek would see when he came back to base. His eyes only opened when he heard footsteps step into the off shoot, his eyes automatically finding the green searching eyes of his boyfriend.

“Malek.” He breathed the name as he deactivated his cloaking mod. He wasn’t sure how Malek found him, knew where to look but right now it was more comfort than anything. His gaze racked Malek’s form, noting there was no limp or sign of injury in that graceful glide as Malek purposely strolled towards him. He had to swallow his heart back down from his throat as he walked forwards, wanting to meet his boyfriend in the middle.

Kelam made a low sound as Malek’s hands were on his chest, the other pilot spinning and changing both their directions. His breath escaped from him as his back hit the wall, he bounced slightly from impact before Malek was on him. Their lips met, hunger and fire burning through both their frames as they drank down the taste of each other hands reaching out and touching, both men trying to confirm they found the other in a similar condition to what they left in. Kelam missed Malek, so much when he was away on mission, his fingers dug into Malek’s scalp holding his head close while his own body moved between Malek and the wall, moaning as he felt Malek’s hands roam down his sides before possessively landing on his hips, gripping him hard. Malek growled into the kiss, a noise of frustration as he grinded against Kealm, the dense flight suit an unwanted barrier between them.

“Malek!” Turan’s voice cut through the offshoot where he stood in the corridor in a wide stance, arms crossed in front of him. The authoritative tone was enough to make them both pause, breathing wildly. “Debriefing meeting, right now!”

Malek snarled, his hands tightening around Kelam. “I just got back! Let me at least piss first.” Emotions roiled through him need and missing Kelam, outrage at the sudden shift of schedule to be separated AGAIN. Resentment and anger took up most of the fire in his green eyes as he spared a glare to Turan. “You and Sharik could wait a fucking hour...”

“You got five minutes.”

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Walking in on a... surprise~

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Malek dropped his gear in a locker and slammed the door shut, looking around in satisfaction. The dojo and locker room was predictably empty; at this hour in the morning it generally was, but with the vast majority of the Squad on leave planetside, it was guaranteed to be devoid of all but the most dedicated, and even then, they mostly chose the afternoon or early evening to work out.

….All except one morning person that Malek knew… intimately. 

He smirked, green eyes half-lidded, and trailed the fingertips of his right hand down his chest languidly. Very intimately~ And Kelam, he knew, hadn’t gone down to the surface the way nearly everyone else had when shore leave was announced - just like Malek himself hadn’t.

Malek placed his palm flat against the locker, letting it take a scan of his palmprint and hearing the locking mechanism click shut. Turning, he headed out of the locker room, graceful in the black pants of his gi, as usual not bothering with the shirt, heading for the main part of the large exercise room. He knew Kelam’s routine was the same as his own - start with unarmed training, then head to less intensive training to cool down. And on top of that, Malek knew which one in particular - a seldom-used punching bag and mat, in the far corner of the dojo, half-hidden behind a rack of equipment.

He paused as he reached his goal, checking the time - 0400. Right on time~ Kelam usually showed up between now and a quarter after. Malek nudged a bench over further toward the corner and sank down to it, stretching out on it on his back, with his hands pillowed behind his head. His lips curved in a grin as he thought of spending the morning with Kelam; he’d been on mission for a while, and last night they’d barely had any time together before debrief, which took hours. Malek shifted in place. He’d missed Kelam, and was looking forward to spending time together… a quick workout to get the blood pumping, then maybe retiring to his quarters or even the mostly-deserted barracks, and…

Malek trailed his fingers down his bare chest again, imagining that and, once they were alone together. His fingers kept exploring, and he bit back a low noise as he imagined Kelam’s hands or mouth in place of his fingers. He trailed them lower, across his stomach, taking a sharp breath as his digits played along the waistband of his gi, and shifted his hips, feeling his body react to the combination of mental imagery and exploring fingers. Malek bit his lip and let his hand slip lower, in his distraction not hearing the door of the dojo sliding open on the far end of the room.

The door closed behind Kelam as he silently stepped into the dojo. His gaze flicked to the main sparring mats that dominated the center of the room as well as sparing a glance towards the corner opposite of the one he preferred to begin his workout routine in and was content knowing he had the dojo to himself– as usual even with the majority of Elite Squad on leave. He rolled his shoulder and craned his head to one side trying to relieve tight muscles in his back, his hair still damp from a shower that was out of his normal routine. 

Normally he showered after a workout but he had a hellish night tangled in his sheets; desire and need burning him from the inside because those stolen moments of his hands in Malek’s hair, their lips locked in a long fevered kiss hadn’t nearly been enough before the debriefing meeting cut the reunion short. He cursed quietly and tiredly rubbed his forehead if he had actually been sleeping, he would have considered sleeping in. The temptation to teleport himself to Malek’s quarters was strong, but he knew that Malek came in late, after spending over an hour lurking in the corridor outside of the debriefing before realizing he was acting more like a stalker than a boyfriend he retreated back to his own bunk consoling himself with the fact that Malek came back safely to base, they could have later together since both of them were on leave.

Kelam moved silently around the equipment rack that mostly hid away his corner he preferred to train in, pausing when he heard a soft noise, like someone breathing harder than usual. Was he wrong in thinking he was alone? Kelam shifted stances, one that was comfortable but kept him at the ready for defending himself or going more offensive before stopping dead in his tracks, arms lowering to his side as he found himself drawn to the sight before him: his boyfriend stretched out on a bench, lights and shadows playing over the ridges of his bare torso, head lulled back and eyes closed. Kelam followed the line of Malek’s body a low, pleased sound escaping from him, loud enough that could be heard as he saw Malek’s hand around himself, spike long and thick, piercings that Malek didn’t cover gleaming in the light.

“S-Slagger.” Kelam’s voice was low, choked with need as desire flared through him, tightening his lower body as his eyes refused to leave the movements of Malek’s gliding hand. Quickly, he traced his lips with his tongue, a clear signal of I want some of that. Cautiously Kelam took a step forward, not believing his luck that Malek was here, intense gaze on the other pilot as if he were the only one in the universe that mattered to Kelam. A slow smirk crossed his face, expression hungry as he took another step. “A-am I… interrupting~?”

Malek wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings - and hadn’t realized that any time had passed, lost in the imagery of Kelam’s hands and mouth on him, his breathing speeding, head lulling back and lips parted as his hand stroked along his length, knowing that there was only a minuscule chance anyone else would stumble into the dojo this morning. The low noise from someone nearby made him pause for just a brief moment, eyes slitting open… and then lips curved into a smirk as he recognized the very man he had been waiting for and daydreaming of. 

His hand continued it’s gliding movements, breath catching at the expression on Kelam’s face, at the flick of his tongue licking his lips. Heat rolled through his body, causing him to tighten, and his breathing to speed again. He bit his lower lip, his hand fisting around himself in a combination of showing off for his boyfriend and the hot lust that flared through him.

Malek shifted slightly, bringing his far leg up slowly to brace his foot on the bench for leverage, angling his hips toward Kelam so he could have a better view of his length, piercings, and the movement of his hand. “Interrupting?” he breathed, voice low and rough from need and lust. “…never. I was waiting for you.” Emerald glittered from languidly-slitted eyes as he slipped his left hand out from under his head, beckoning Kelam closer with one crooked finger. 

“Come here,” he purred, voice dropping lower into that tone he used for Kelam and only Kelam. “I want the real thing~” His hips flexed upward, into his hand, but his gleaming emerald eyes never left Kelam, sheer invitation in the movement of hips and hands. “And I know you want some of this~” he purred roughly, gaze locked on Kelam’s mouth.

A shiver ran through Kelam’s body from hearing that familiar purr from Malek, his blood heated, eyes drowning in dark light and desire as a low whine escaped from the back of his throat. He took the few steps to close the distance, eyes glued on Malek’s form, the light and shadows on the planes of his body, than lower to the his hand on his own length, the light reflecting off the piercings. He reached out with his right hand for the outreached hand towards him, finger tips brushing along the underside of Malek’s finger tips and moving slowly towards his palm, lingering on the touch.

“I-interesting way to... wait for me, Slagger,” Kelam’s voice was lower, a touch breathless. He bent at the waist, first nuzzling his nose along Malek’s. “I-I missed you, so much.” His lips brushed against Malek’s before he pulled away long enough for his eyes to meet emerald green eyes. “I-I’m... closer.” He murmured, a smile quirking his lips. Kelam’s body was tense from anticipation, desire, an eagerness burned in Kelam’s eyes as he waited with baited breath for Malek to continue telling him what to do.

Malek’s breath hitched as Kelam let the low whine come from him, as he took those few steps forward, dark golden eyes drinking down Malek’s show. The reclining pilot made a low noise of need as Kelam’s fingertips brushed along the underside of his fingers and palm, lingering in the touch, the sensation sending a bolt of lightning through his body that caused him to shift, hips rolling upward again.

He chuckles breathlessly at Kelam’s words, shifting both hands to glide up and under Kelam’s untucked shirt to settle on the scout’s body, nuzzling in return as his hands settled on Kelam’s back. “I missed you,” he murmured. “Not just physically, but tonight...” he met golden eyes and grinned, his own green ones sparkling with lust and mirth. “I can’t help it, you set my body and blood aflame~” he purred, hands roaming over the scout’s body, fingertips exploring back muscles under his shirt.

“Yes, you are... closer~” Malek smirked, stretching languidly on the bench. He smirked, licking his lips slowly. “First, I want you to remove this~” He slipped his hands out from under the top of the gi Kelam wore, palms running over the surface to show what he meant. “I wanna see you~ Then... I’ve been imagining your mouth on me, Slagger. I want you to... put it to use~” He shifted his hips, showing off his length and the piercings gleaming in the light, a dark light in his emerald eyes.

Kelam swayed forward, pressing into Malek’s hands on his skin, brushing his lips against Malek’s before pulling away enough to pull the shirt over his head, muscles rippling under his skin and holding his stance for Malek to get a good look of him as requested before dropping the shirt to have it pool on the floor. His hands came back to the top of the waist band of his pants, smile on his face utterly wicked as his dark golden eyes gleamed drinking down the sight of Malek lying out on the bench before him. His movements were smooth, graceful as he removed the pants and other garments, leaving himself bare to his lover, eyes fixed on Malek’s own hand.

“M-my mouth?” He licked his lower lip again deliberately as he kneeled on the floor, on hand coming to rest lightly over Malek’s, tugging gently to replace is own around the shaft, his other hand resting lightly on Malek’s knee. “Mine.” He breathed, possessiveness surging through him as the hand tightened on Malek’s knee. Kelam lowered his head, brushing his bottom lip slick with his own saliva along the tip before the entire head vanished into his mouth, tongue swirling around underside of Malek’s head teasing along the edge of foreskin. A quiet moan escaped from Kelam, enjoying thoroughly the taste of Malek on his tongue, to strong scent of Malek here with him in the now. He rolled honey dark eyes upwards to see Malek’s expression as his head moved further downwards, tongue exploring the smooth skin and each rung along the frenum ladder along the underside of the shaft.

Malek made a low noise of lust and desire as Kelam stripped for him, muscles rippling temptingly under skin and posing so Malek could drink down the view before dropping the shirt. His breath caught at that utterly wicked expression as Kelam traced the waistband of his pants,the look in those golden eyes making Malek bite his lower lip, a surge of hot desire shooting through him as he stroked along his own length again, fingertips dancing along the frenum ladder as he trailed his fingers up his shaft invitingly. His gaze trailed down Kelam’s body, watching the smooth graceful movements as he shed his remaining clothing, Malek’s hand tightening around himself at seeing his lover erect and just as turned on as he was.

His gaze lingered on Kelam as the other man knelt, eyes finally coming back to the scout’s face as he replaced Malek’s hand on his length. Malek smirked, emerald eyes dark with desire and need, breath coming fast, shifting to prop his head up with one hand for a good view, his other coming around to weave through Kelam’s hair at the back of his head. “Yours,” he murmured, voice low and heavy and in Kelam’s purr, the word dissolving into a curse as Kelam brushed his lower lip teasingly against him, his hips bucking up to follow that warm mouth.

When Kelam parted his lips, taking him in, Malek groaned, head falling back and back arching. His hips rolled upward, hand tightening on the back of Kelam’s head unconsciously. Emerald eyes half-lidded with pleasure were locked on Kelam’s mouth slowly swallowing his hard length down, that wicked tongue exploring every inch of him. He moaned, the sound crawling from deep in his chest, Kelam’s name escaping from him as both a curse and a prayer as his hips rolled upward, urging his lover on.

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So are ya gonna... give it to me, Slagger? *smirk* ▼

Well, that all… depends, Slagger. *smirk* Why don’t you… read on and see~

You are:

[] Cute[] Adorable[X] Beautiful - This should say… handsome. But yes, you are very easy on the eyes~[XX] Sexy - ….Can’t really hide my… reaction fully, can I~?[XXX] askjdgfj - And that don’t count all the times I’ve had to take a cold shower after thinking of you…

If you kissed me I would:

[XX] Kiss you back - Should be honest there, shouldn’t I~? Let’s admit it, we’ve been… wondering what we each taste like since we met in the Event Horizon that first time.[X] Be shocked - Mmm, after your initial dare, you do seem to… be waiting for something? *raised eyebrow and smirk*[X] Smile and laugh - Perhaps~[] Push you away [] Slap you - Only if ya… ask for it. *smirk*

If you asked me out I would say:

[] No, sorry[X] Yes - Sure, why not~?[X] HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, YES

Can we cuddle?

[X] No thank you - Not really the… cuddling type. Now, something else that takes place with being… close I might be up for~?[] Yes please[] Sure, why not

Sex?

[?] No thank you[?] Yes please - Now, now, if I answered, this would be telling, wouldn’t it? *smug smirk*[XXX] Now. Right now. My bed. Hurry

….crossed out words totally don’t count.

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Go put ▼ in my ask, and I'll answer

You are:

[] Cute [] Adorable [] Beautiful [] Sexy [] askjdgfj

If you kissed me I would:

[] Kiss you back [] Be shocked [] Smile and laugh [] Push you away [] Slap you

If you asked me out I would say:

[] No, sorry [] Yes [] HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, YES

Can we cuddle?

[] No thank you [] Yes please [] Sure, why not

Sex?

[] No thank you [] Yes please [] Now. Right now. My bed. Hurry

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Meet Me at 2300

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The hangar was dim, light filtering in from one of the moons outside and the emergency lighting on the inside was the only sources of light. It was silent and seemed almost forgotten and it was that sensation that made Kelam feel like he could breathe a little more easier. He wasn't one for crowded, noisy places and afterhours at the Events Horizon got to be a much. Not to mention he felt edgy that people were watching him and Malek closely with speculation in their eyes when they were there, leaning in close and trying to talk above the din of the bar.

 He still couldn't believe there was as secondary hangar on the base, although with the damage done from an attack sometime in the past he could see why no one wanted to use it. The generators creating the force field space outside and air and gravity inside hummed in the background, it was easy to drown out if you chose too. The corridor leading to the hangars were barricaded off and taped closed. When he accidentally stumbled upon here trying to get find another spot on base he decided to ignore the warnings and found himself an amazing quiet place to sit and think. And now he wanted to share it with Malek.

 He moved from the middle of the hangar more to the walls, leaning a shoulder against the wall and crossing his arms in front of his chest. He left a note in Malek's quarters, a small rewritable disc that had a time, a question to meet him here, the coordinates and signed with his first initial. Now he wondered if Malek would come back and find it in time. Would Malek know who left the disc behind or did he have more than Kelam sneaking in his quarters? Kelam shifted and closed his eyes, better not borrow trouble and think about slag like that. He opened his eyes to check his bracer and the time. Malek had roughly 15 minutes before he would be late, Kelam already decided he'd wait up to an hour from now before he'd have to try again another time.

Malek arrived in a flare of purple light, and glanced around the large room. He wasn't familiar with these coordinates - he'd just gotten back from training and noticed the small disk on his berth. Curious, he'd paused for a moment before shrugging and popping the disk into his computer terminal to read it - only to find a cryptic note.

"M., Meet me at these coordinates at 2300. --K."

He'd realized who it was from right away - only one man could get into his secured quarters without using the door (which recorded all access, and he'd checked those logs when he noticed the disk), and get back out again, without being noticed. All of which is what let Malek to arriving here, bearing a bottle of good whisky and two glasses.

A grin curved his lips. Kelam was a damn good scout, and they were shaping up to be damn good friends to boot. But it had been difficult to get together uninterrupted lately....

Shaking his head to free himself of his thoughts, he glanced around again, this time spotting Kelam as the other man straightened from his lounging position against the wall.

"Slagger~" he called out a greeting and strode forward, sparing an appreciative glance to the vista laying beyond the forcefield that covered one end of the hangar. "Got your message~ I'm a bit thirsty, so I brought refreshments and enough to share?" He hefted the bottle and glasses hopefully.

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Meeting in the Mess Hall

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“Well, I’ll drop by if I get the chance. Barracks B? Got it.” Malek shrugged and grinned apologetically at the Gamma Flight member in front of him in line – Jakob, Jekab, something like that, he never could remember the guy’s name. He nodded goodbye, and picked up his tray. Used to be, he’d make the rounds of the off-duty gatherings around ship during a mission – but this time, they seemed flat. He’d only been on the ship for a day, but… he felt a sharp stab of melancholy, missing a certain deep voice rumbling as they talked about everything and anything late into the night.

Lifting his tray, Malek turned back to the main room of the mess hall to find a seat. In his hurry to get away from the other Gamma Flight pilot, he wasn’t watching where he was going. Turning too fast, he ran into another man who was turning away from the line – bumping into him with enough force that Malek’s tray tipped up, spilling, the sauces from dinner and Malek’s drink going all over the front of Malek’s own uniform. He stopped dead, looking down and at the tray in his hands with embarrassment, then looking up. “I’m so sorry, I just didn’t see ya there, I just--“ He blinked as his gaze met an achingly familiar golden one. “….Kelam?”

Kelam had been glancing from his tray to Malek back to his tray for the past five minutes trying to debate what he could say to the pilot. To his relief he found a familiar face, someone he recognized he could maybe talk too. To his frustration that person was Malek, he didn’t feel he could quietly latch to his side like he usually did with anyone else Kelam was acquaintances with. The dark purple armband on Malek’s right arm intrigued him though, because on his own right arm was a light purple armband. 

He couldn’t believe his luck that maybe they were on the same team, maybe they would have the same schedules that it wouldn’t look that obvious or out of place to find Kelam somewhat in near proximity often. When the conversation between Malek and the other pilot with the deep blue armband looked to be over, Kelam grinned and inched closer, he wanted to make sure he could catch Malek’s attention... he had no idea that between the sharp sudden turn Malek did and his own maneuvering that their trays full of food and drink would be colliding. 

“S-sorry, Malek. I’m sorry, you were m-moving and I was moving and...” he stopped as green eyes met his, words suddenly lost as his throat turned dry and his tongue became heavy in his mouth. He couldn't stop the upturn curve of his lips that he was recognized and gave a small nod with his head, forgetting completely about the mess both of them were involved with. “Hey, Slagger. F-fancy meeting you here.”

Malek blinked and felt his lips curve upward into a happy smile, despite the fact he’d spilled his dinner on himself. “My fault, Slagger, no apologies~” He reached past Kelam to grab a handful of napkins, and gave a tilt of his head to indicate they should shift out of the line of traffic. “Fancy running into you here, too.” He flashed Kelam a grin, the melancholy vanishing like it never was. He offered some of the napkins, dropping his tray on one of the tray return receptacles. 

“I’d wondered if you were going to be on mission~ I thought I’d seen Tak from a distance yesterday but wasn’t sure it was him, he was gone before I got there. Or, well, he mighta been a few feet away and just lost in the crowd.” He glanced back up at Kelam, eyes sparkling, as they both knew Kelam’s flight leader was shorter even than most of those bred and designed to be in a cockpit of a jet. 

His gaze roamed Kelam and caught on the light purple armband, his smile brightening into a grin. “Barracks A, violet team?” He reached out and touched Kelam’s armband lightly before giving another smile and going back to cleaning up the spilled salad dressing and soup on his own uniform wryly. “Where is your bunk? Have you gotten settled in yet? Mind if I hang around the only other sane person on mission?” He gave a wink, feeling euphoric and almost giddy that he would have good company on this mission, and hoping that they could spend more time together.

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Malek sucked in a sharp breath at Kelam’s last message to his... ‘anon’. He shifted in his chair, hand tightening around his glass of whisky. He glanced down at it like he’d forgot it was there and immediately tossed it back, savoring the burn down his throat.

“Show me yours and I’ll show you mine,” Malek murmured. He glanced around his quarters and ran a hand nervously through his hair. That invite... yeah, Kelam always knew who that certain Anon was. He knew exactly who he was giving it to.

Malek wondered if Kelam knew he’d show on a night like this, when most were down planetside on leave and the base was nearly deserted, and there would be less gossips to spread the news if he visited the barracks. He wondered if Kelam knew how tempting that invitation was, to sink his teeth into Kelam, to mark him... to see Kelam fully, no inconvenient uniform in the way. Malek bit his lip and wondered.

He cursed and tossed back the rest of the whiskey, standing in a graceful movement and shutting off his computer console. He glanced down nervously at his uniform, the shirt mostly unfastened and showing a good portion of his chest, and shrugged. It’d have to do.

He paused a moment and concentrated on his teleportation mod; he still had the coordinates from when he’d enacted his own... payback. Brushing a hand down his blaster briefly, he engaged the mod and vanished in a flare of purple light, reappearing behind Kelam’s chair, looking for the scout.

The barracks were quiet and dark in Kelam’s area, the rest of Rho Flight was at Event Horizon where they would be until closing time because Tak didn’t know when to shut his mouth any sooner. Kelam settled his head more onto his arms and smirked at the ceiling, he wasn’t a very social creature to begin with and was glad he declined going out and hit the washracks instead before checking his UnderComm. His smirk morphed into a grin as he tilted his head to listen for the tell-tale beep of the console to inform him when his dear Anon had returned with a reply. 

“S-slagger.” It came out quietly, laced in whine. His heart raced with an exhilaration he couldn’t explain, he shifted slightly on the bed and closed his eyes stifling a groan at the ache and need thrumming in his body. Just words tossed casually back and forth but for some reason when it came to Malek... nothing seemed casual. 

It wasn’t the sound of the console but the sound of a teleportation mod signaling someone jumping into the barracks that had Kelam eyes snap open, his body tensing with alarm as he half sat up in his bunk to face the threat. The flare of purple-- Kelam remembered seeing that once before, his heart caught in his throat as Malek stood in the barracks, facing his chair, back to him. He caught mostly silhouette of the pilot against the light of his console still opened to UnderComm. Besides that was the muted lighting over the main causeway of the barracks but considering how Kelam”s bunk and station was tucked more into a corner it was more subdued and in shadows.

He had no idea at all Malek was just as intrigued about him as he was of him. It was a surprise to Kelam but one he’d graciously accept. He trailed his tongue over his bottom lip, remembering the way Malek tasted and hungering for another taste.

“Slagger.” He breathed, not daring to say the other man’s name aloud. He pushed himself slowly up to a full sitting position, taking the time to show every muscle rippling under his skin as he moved. His hair was slightly damp from his shower still, his body mostly bare except for the dark towel that was wrapped around his waist he couldn't stop the smirk cutting across his face if Malek was trying to call him on a bluff he was going to find out Kelam rarely played those sort of games.

Malek glanced at the empty chair and console, UnderComm still open and logged in, and brought his left hand up to rest on the back of the chair. Kelam couldn’t be far… he was just about to turn when he heard the breathed nickname, and his lips quirked in a smirk as he turned to face the bunk behind him.

His eyes widened – he wasn’t sure what he had expected, but he definitely was happy with what he saw. Malek let his eyes roam the expanse of bare skin, of rippling muscles in stomach, arms, and chest. A surge of lust and need slammed through his body and he smirked wider, taking another long look across the vision before him.

“Well, well,” he purred after a moment, voice low and husky with desire. “I admit I hadn’t been expecting such a scene, but I definitely am not objecting~” He let the tips of his fingers trail across the back of the chair then off it as he moved forward, coming around the foot of the bed, emerald green eyes never leaving the man on the bed. “It’s a very pleasant surprise for your… Anon.” He chuckled as he came to a stop next to the bed. “I had half wondered if you were… bluffing.”

Malek ran the tip of his glossa along his upper lip, bringing his gaze back up to meet Kelam’s dark gold one. His body ached with need, and he shifted his stance. All the teasing they’d done, the back and forth on UnderComm after the dare and payback, the long hours of exchanging messages followed by a cold shower and sleepless night….

Making a split second decision, he eased one knee onto the bed and leaned forward to brace himself on his left hand, his right coming up to touch Kelam’s shoulder, giving a firm press to order him to lay back down. As Kelam reclined, Malek let his fingertips trail down the scout’s well-defined chest, lightly stroking over muscles and down lower, to his stomach. Avid green eyes watched his own hand drift across skin, and down to trace along the top edge of the towel teasingly.

“I believe we had a deal~?” Malek said huskily, green eyes returning to Kelam’s. He leaned forward until their lips were almost, but not quite, touching. “I find out what’s under this towel… and you find out if my bite leaves a mark~?” Their lips brushed with every word and Malek took a deep breath, drinking down the sensation of heat and warm scent of Kelam, feeling intoxicated by their nearness.

He nipped at Kelam’s lower lip teasingly as his index finger slipped under the hem of the towel, gliding along between skin and cloth. With a slight tug, he unraveled the knot, and lifted his head just enough to gaze down the line of Kelam’s body to the revealed view, making a low, pleased noise of appreciation from the back at his throat, liking what he saw.

“W-what were you expecting?” Kelam breathed, a sly smirk toying at his lips because he did like the surprise that crossed Malek’s face before the darker expression that followed as green eyes took in his form. He shifted on his bunk as Malek advanced closer, his heart racing faster and his breathing increased, clear anticipation singing through his body remembering all too well the conversation he was just having with Malek a little while ago. He knew Malek was his anon, he wouldn’t have sent that invitation otherwise.

Kelam glanced down at the hand on his chest; the sensation seemed hotter than a normal hand, like a brand burning into him. He licked his lips in nervous habit before slowly, almost reluctantly he followed the unmistakable command Malek had in that action, his eyes rolling up to Malek’s face to meet his eyes as he took his place flat on his back on the bunk. His muscles under his skin tensed under Malek’s his body moved, writhing on the bunk drinking in the sensation of touch and feeling the need for more of it. His breathing caught as Malek hooked a thumb under the towel, a low frustrated noise came from him at how close their mouths were, turning into a moan as Malek’s teeth found his lower lip, bucking his hips upward.

“M-Malek.” Kelam murmured as Malek pulled away and he felt the tug of matieral of his towel fall away too. He kept his eyes on Malek’s face, honey gold eyes glowing darkly as he moved his hips again clearly having no problem showing off to Malek his body, the unmistakable arousal that was for solely for Malek, how the messages and exchanges that left him hot and bothered with no release left him hard and ready for the pilot hoovering above him. “I-I showed you mine… y-you gonna show me yours?”

Malek took a shaking breath as Kelam moved under him, showing off, enjoying every movement of his hips and body. He took his time to take in his first sight of the other man, quite enjoying the view, and shifted his weight a bit as his own body reacted even more in response to the invitation in the flex of hips and ripple of muscles under his hand.

His gaze roamed slowly back up Kelam's body, taking in every inch as his hand at the scout's waist slipped around to his side and glided slowly down his hip and thigh. "Not sure what I expected," he murmured, shifted his weight more onto the bed, "a uniform, perhaps~?" He smirked as his eyes met Kelam's again, and he moved, straddling the reclining man's hips.

"You want me to show you mine~?" he purred, voice once again dropping swiftly into that tone reserved just for Kelam. He moved his head slightly so their lips brushed together. "What if I want to... taste you first~?" He closed the bare distance between their mouths, lips parted and tongue tracing along Kelam's lower lip before demanding entrance. He shifted again above the other man, bringing both hands up to brace himself on this elbows above Kelam as his kiss took on the hunger and need that had grown over many exchanges over UnderComm and in person, burning to know what the scout felt like under him.

“A-a uniform?" Kelam looked puzzled, the point of the conversation before that was hinged on the fact whither he was wearing underwear or not.“ Y-you wanted me to strip~?” His teasing ended as his breath caught when Malek moved more onto his bed and straddled him. Kelam’s couldn’t stop his grin pleased with this as his own hands came up to Malek’s hips, disappointed at the rigid material of Malek’s uniform and not the feel of bare skin.

Thoughts scattered as Kelam heard that low purr coming from Malek, that already attractive voice lowering to a promise of sex, violence and a tantalizing potential of more that effected him, sending heat and lust through him his hips bucking upward into the man that was straddling him. He whined low in the back of his throat with need as Malek brushed their lips together, his hands tightening on Malek’s hips.

“W-whatever ya want.” The words were breathed, low and thick with lust Kelam tilted his head in response to Malek’s tongue tracing his lips, parting his own under the demand, meeting that hunger and need with his own kissing the pilot as if he could devour him from the mouth down. Kelam’s back arched, pressing into Malek’s front making a small frustrated noise at how overdressed Malek was. His hands moved over Malek’s side the front of his torso, to finish unfastening his shirt needing some amount of bare skin contact.

Malek made a low noise into the kiss, right hand moving to stroke down Kelam’s bare side, digits dancing across skin, while he balanced his weight on his left arm. He drank down the taste of the scout, tongue exploring and claiming, unable to get enough, his right hand slipping around Kelam’s back as the other man arched up into him. Malek rolled his hips downward, pressing Kelam’s into the berth, a growl coming from him that his own uniform separated them. He broke the kiss only when they both needed to breathe, rising up to his knees to finish the work Kelam had started on his shirt.

Locking emerald green eyes with dark honey-gold, Malek brought his hand up to stroke slowly and suggestively down each of his plasma rifles in turn before disengaging the wetware connection and removing them to lower them to the floor next to the berth. Once free of them he could finish shrugging out of his shirt, tossing it carelessly off the bed before bringing his hands to his belt, a small smirk curving his lips as his gaze devoured the man below him. “Whatever I want~?” he purred archly, fingertips trailing along the belt buckle. He let his gaze trail slowly down Kelam’s form, a fully masculine gaze. “Maybe you can strip for me another time,” he purred, “because I rather like this uniform you’re wearing right now~”

It was difficult to concentrate, to focus on fulfilling his bet and promise when he had Kelam ready, willing and oh-so-tempting below him. He gave a sly smirk suddenly, and slipped off the bed to stand beside it. It didn’t take him long to shimmy out of his pants, kicking boots off at the same time. He paused for a second, letting Kelam take in the sight of him just as eager and ready, his frame highlighted in the glow of the monitor console before Malek leaned forward and crawled back onto the berth with intent.

“….I have a bet to fulfill,” he purred huskily, straddling Kelam’s knees and slowly running his hands teasingly from hips down to thighs, then back up… only to grasp Kelam’s hips firmly, fingertips digging into flesh. Leaning forward, he brushed his lips over the inside of Kelam’s knee before running his tongue up along his inner thigh, rolling his eyes up to gaze along the line of his body, a small smirk on Malek’s lips as he watched for the scout’s reaction.

Kelam’s breathing was harsh and ragged after that kiss, he whined lowly, the tip of his tongue poking out between his lips as he eyes dank down the movement of Malek’s fingers playing along gunmetal, he raised his hand to circle his thumb along the mouth of the rifle, dropping his hand as Malek lowered the weapons to the floor. He was torn between liking them on the other man and knowing to get the pilot as undressed as he was, it was required the blasters would need to be removed. His hand came back to rest on Malek’s hip, drinking in how muscles moved under skin as Malek shrugged out of his shirt, Kelam’s breathing caught as Malek’s hands fell to his belt, Kelam nodded his head and bucked his hips eagerly at the question. He wanted Malek in his berth, to be under Malek’s command.

He sat up slightly, eyes widening, and body tensing when Malek slipped off his bunk. His eyes remained glued on the pilot’s form, relaxing only slightly as he watched Malek finish undressing, realizing he wasn’t going anywhere further away. He languidly took in every movement Malek made, his eyes touched every inch of skin revealed to him. His gaze dropped to Malek’s length a pleased sound escaping from him from the length and thickness surprise and appreciation alighting his eyes at the frenum ladder glinting in the light of the console.

“V-very nice.” He praised, deep voice lower and husky with need. He shifted on the bed as Malek climbed back in. Kelam brought his hands up above his head, gripping the upper edge of the bunk’s surface. His eyes widened, a low sound escaping him as he watched while Malek explored him with that mouth. Need and desired pooled in his honey gold eyes as he shifted again, hips moving with need as his body was wracked in shivers, the muscles in him tensing from the anticipation of what Malek would do, never forgetting the promise of getting teeth sank into him as well as wondering where the bite would take place.

Malek smirked at Kelam’s reactions, the low noise and eager movements, the shiver that wracked through his frame shouting louder than words that he wanted this, wanted Malek in his berth. Malek chuckled darkly into Kelam’s inner thigh, hands still holding onto Kelam’s hips, pinning them to the bed as he drew back teasingly to take in the oh-so-tempting image of the scout writhing beneath him. He debated how long to draw out the tease, how much… indulgence to do both fulfilling his bet, but as Kelam bucked his hips against Malek’s grip again, he decided he didn’t want to wait – not with the scout moving like he was, the frankly appreciative tone in his voice when he’d praised Malek’s piercings, the quickened breath and glazed eyes.

He licked his lips, slowly, tongue dragging over his upper then lower lip, green eyes locked with golden ones gone dark with need. He shifted, slowly moving back down to his previous positioning, eyes leaving Kelam’s only to send a hot, lustful gaze down Kelam’s body. He brushed his lips lightly, teasingly, across the head of Kelam’s shaft before moving lower, tongue flicking out to taste, unable to resist the urge and wanting to know how much Kelam would writhe at the sensation.

He made a low, lustful noise in his throat and shifted back to Kelam’s inner thigh, near the junction of leg and body. His tongue flicked out again, dancing over smooth skin, before taking a deep shuddering breath, his own hips moving with his need and desire. “I have a bet to fulfill,” he murmured roughly against Kelam’s skin, the tone more reminding himself then anything, and parted his lips, scraping his teeth against skin. Rolling his eyes up to meet Kelam’s along the line of his body, he suddenly bit down on the sensitive skin of Kelam’s thigh, hard enough to break skin.

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All right, I'll... bite. Spit it Out, Slagger~

.: Does your bite usually leave a… mark, Slagger? :. Kelam couldn’t stop the smirk crossing his face while typing his reply he thought he recognized– and hoped he knew who this anon was. He checked his number generator and gave a small snort. He decided to leave the message just like that, curious to see if his Anon was… curious.

19. I’m not wearing any underwear.

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Malek’s eyebrows rose sharply at the post on his dash, his lips curving up in a smirk. Oh, he hadn’t expected that one~ He chuckled slightly as imagery ran through his mind, and took another drink from his glass of whiskey before leaning forward toward his console. He paused a moment, giving a feral grin as he hit the Anonymous button.

.: Perhaps my bite does~ Only way to tell is by… personal experience. Although I have to admit, I am… intrigued by your statement. The question is - how can a simple Anon tell if that statement is true~? :.

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Kelam could only stare at the message in his askbox. Okay he wasn’t expecting that. He grinned at the words and felt a sharp edged need in him at the tease there the grin fading slightly while he ran a slightly shaky hand through his hair, trying to think how to word his next reply.

.: So if I show you mine you’ll bite me? I don’t think you’re very simple at all, Anon. Barracks, I’m housed in the barracks. If you know my Squad and Flight Team you’ll know how to find me. If you were offering that… personal experience. :.

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All right, I'll... bite. Spit it Out, Slagger~

.: Does your bite usually leave a… mark, Slagger? :. Kelam couldn’t stop the smirk crossing his face while typing his reply he thought he recognized– and hoped he knew who this anon was. He checked his number generator and gave a small snort. He decided to leave the message just like that, curious to see if his Anon was… curious.

19. I’m not wearing any underwear.

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Malek’s eyebrows rose sharply at the post on his dash, his lips curving up in a smirk. Oh, he hadn’t expected that one~ He chuckled slightly as imagery ran through his mind, and took another drink from his glass of whiskey before leaning forward toward his console. He paused a moment, giving a feral grin as he hit the Anonymous button.

.: Perhaps my bite does~ Only way to tell is by... personal experience. Although I have to admit, I am... intrigued by your statement. The question is - how can a simple Anon tell if that statement is true~? :.

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All right, I'll... bite. Spit it Out, Slagger~

.: Does your bite usually leave a... mark, Slagger? :. Kelam couldn’t stop the smirk crossing his face while typing his reply he thought he recognized-- and hoped he knew who this anon was. He checked his number generator and gave a small snort. He decided to leave the message just like that, curious to see if his Anon was... curious.

19. I’m not wearing any underwear.

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Keeping Score (redo)

Kelam’s arms were lazy at his side, the breeze toyed with his short hair and although the sun was almost too bright and something he wasn’t really used too it felt good and warm, the black of his uniform soaking the heat into his own body. He watched the smoke lazily rise from the smoldering ruined targets he had decimated with his cannon fire and couldn’t help the smirk curving his lips, too pleased with himself and his accuracy. He still had roughly 70% power in his energy cells yet and the long distance shooting range was all his since his Flight Leader Tak and Flight Member Aki had left him alone it was tempting to stay out here longer. 

Faint laughter carried on the breeze made Kelam’s muscles tighten in his shoulders and back. He recognized Tak’s voice and suspicion made him wonder what he was laughing about and to whom. It probably didn’t involve him. Probably, but Tak had a habit of bragging and Kelam knew with a sinking feeling in his gut that Tak found his ability as a scout something to brag about. Scowling, he kicked at a clump of dirt and made his way up the trail purposely keeping his left arm with the bright band of color noticeable so no one would be shooting at him and meandered his way up the trail back to the entrance of the outdoor range complex where a small stand with lanes for either hand held weapons or rifles and saw a group of three milling about.

“There he is~” Tak boomed and once again Kelam wondered how such a small man could sound so annoying. He found himself slouching more, even though the other men in Tak’s presence were turning to look at him he found himself wishing he was somewhere else. Especially when he caught a flash of green and realized Malek was one of the men Tak had been talking too. “I’m telling ya, this guy can make your scores cry after you see him in action. My scout can shoot.”

Malek rolled his eyes at Tak’s boasting; the short man was a blowhard, and liked to boast. Even so, he was curious about just who this scout was, that could have scores that high - there weren’t that many in the Wing who used the heavy weapon ranges, and most of them knew each other (and competed in scores), so he should probably know this scout--

“That’s your scout?” Corin grinned, and shot a meaningful look at Malek. “Not surprising he’s a good shot - after all, we know how good a scout he is~ Don’t we, Malek?” 

Malek shot Corin a dirty look at the amused tone in Corin’s voice, then snorted and glanced away, ignoring the taller man and glancing down the range. His eyes widened and then he flashed a smirk. “Well, well. So Kelam’s your scout?” He glanced back at Tak. “I dunno, I tend to get damn near the top of the rankings every time~ You saying he can beat my scores?”

“Your Flight Leader’s been talking up your scores, Kelam~” Malek called, raising his voice to catch the tall scout’s attention. Green eyes locked on Kelam as he approached, and he smirked, crossing his arms across his chest, taking a wide-legged stance and rolling his shoulders to bring attention to the shoulder-mounted blasters. “So you... know your way around a gun~?” Emerald eyes glittered as he shifted enough for his right fingers to trail down one shoulder-mounted blaster in innuendo.

“You know Kelam?” Tak couldn’t hide his surprise at the recognition both Corin and Malek seemed to have for his newest flight member. Canted eyes flickered from the Elite Squad soldiers and back to the scout that was making his way towards them more than a little curious how they knew each other and was too thrown off to answer Malek’s question. “How do you know Kelam?” 

Kelam paused a few feet away from the group, observing the over confidence of his Flight Leader and the smugness from Corin and Malek with a slight frown on his face. He didn’t like the idea of his Flight Leader bragging about him to Elite Squad and mentally berated himself for not being more careful with his scores so he was in this position. He didn’t like the way Corin looked at him if he were interesting again or the unreadable look on Malek’s face unsure what he could be thinking. 

When Malek called out to him his gaze was only on the pilot,  his eyes watching intently the way fingers glided over gunmetal, darkening slightly as his breath caught. Kelam jerked his head to look away with a low curse, his arms crossing his chest as he tried to control his breathing and his heart that raced wildly sending blood and heat through his body, hyper aware of his surroundings. His mouth was suddenly dry as he worried the inside of his cheek with his teeth. He didn’t know how Malek could so easily turn him on with just a gesture like that but like hell he was just going to stand there and take it.

He gave a smirk knowing his eyes glowed smugly with his own secrets as he stalked forward, a spring in his step that made his hips move more into that movement, Kelam jutted his chin up in outright defiance. His hand came up to his still-warm cannons and he idly wiped off the top as if removing dust before dragging a finger slowly along the bottom rim. He refused to make a reply about his scores, what Malek didn’t know he could keep not knowing. 

“G-guns, sure.” The answer came out drawled. “I-I know which end I don’t want pointed at me.” The smirk turned into a wide sly grin, his eyes glowing. The mask was an easy enough one to put on and fooled most everybody he used it on. “W-why do you ask? T-think I keep mine for decoration like you do?”

“Met him before,” Malek absently replied to Tak, never taking his eyes from the scout walking up to them. Corin rolled his eyes and glanced at Tak. “Let’s just say that we all met in the Event Horizon, and had an… entertaining bet,” he named the bar that was one of the most popular places on base for off-duty soldiers. A grin spread across his face at the even more confused expression that Tak had, and Corin rocked back on his heels, slinging his oversized rifle over his shoulder, his whole attitude one of mischievous enjoyment in the encounter.

Malek pretty much ignored the byplay of the other two, his focus on Kelam and an irritating smirk on his lips at Kelam’s reaction to his brush down his blaster. He chuckled as the taller man glanced away with a curse, and stretched lazily, raising his arms above his head and arching his back, showing off his body. His breath caught and he dropped his arms as Kelam turned back to them, his eyes dark and smug, the movements as he stalked forward graceful and defiant, the movement of his hips a promise and taunt.

Emerald eyes dropped down to follow the movement of fingers stroking along cannon, the movements casual yet provoking at the same time. Malek’s eyes narrowed as he regained control of his expression and reaction, and he met that golden gaze. His mind raced before he came up with a response.

“Oh, ­do you know which end you wanted pointed at you~?” Malek’s smirk came back full force, smug at the reaction Kelam had given to his brush against gun barrel just a bit ago, not to mention his… suspicions about the identity of the Anon on UnderComm who had commentary on gunkink.

His eyes flashed dangerously at the last shot Kelam had. “Oh, you think I just keep mine for decoration? Why don’t you put your cred where your mouth is~?” He widened his stance, bringing his arms back up to cross against his chest. He hadn’t missed the scout’s avoiding answering the question about scores, and his grin showed teeth. “Or maybe your scores aren’t as hot as your Flight Leader likes to say~?”

Kelam couldn’t stop his gaze lingering on Malek as the pilot showed off his body feeling that draw now that always seemed between him and the other man since they first met. The memory of that body under his hands and mouth, that glimpse of taste and smell he managed to obtain while completing his side of the dare with Corin not to mention remember how alive and aroused he felt when Malek visited him to give payback just taunted him all the more. His gaze turned darker, heated he felt lust and envy to have Malek, the emotions angered him, he gritted his teeth.

“I-it only gets fun when it’s the end I want.” Kelam returned that smirk with a grin flashing teeth. He silently wondered if Malek was truthful in his answers on UnderComm about gunkink .The flash of temper in Malek’s eyes was a danger that didn’t go unnoticed, Kelam’s grin widened as he tried to suppress a shiver of anticipation down his spine from seeing it.

“R-reset the course.” Kelam called to Corin and Tak. He noticed the stance Malek took and cocked a hip out, resting his hand on it. “Y-you and me, Slagger.” His smile bitter as he indicated to the course with a head gesture. There was no them, really, and he half expected someone to grind the fact in his face. “T-they watch, w-we run through it. O-or does this prospect not meet your... satisfaction?”

Malek smirked at seeing Kelam’s focus on his body, as that golden gaze darkened and Kelam gritted his teeth. He pushed the knowledge that he was in the same position just a moment ago. A brief stab of guilt washed through him at seeing the flash of anger and he shifted his weight; it seemed like they always ended up this way after the dare, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted it too, wasn’t sure how to take it back.

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UP For A Flight

Kelam took a deep breath, allowing himself to fidget a moment before he palmed the door to the hangar bay open and walked in, dressed in his flight suit with his scarred helmet tucked under his right arm. He had gotten the message on UnderComm from Malek to meet here just under thirty minutes ago, he grabbed his gear and came as soon as he could. His eyes widened a touch as he recognized his Orion-class craft Shadow’s Web alongside a darker Spartan-class craft he never had seen before. 

He stopped in place as he saw between the two craft stood Malek dressed in his own flight suit minus helmet, hand out and tracing along one of the patches of light grey on Web’s fuselage. He studied the thoughtful look on Malek’s face, dark green eyes almost stormy. Unconsciously he bit his lower lip as thoughts raced through his mind, he was wondering what Malek was thinking. He was wondering even though he was invited here and Web was here if somehow he was intruding. It surprised him a little that Malek seemed to not seem to notice he was there when other times, it was like Malek always knew where he was like when Malek discovered him cloaked trailing behind his Flight and slammed him against the wall...

Kelam shook his head, chasing the thought away and stepped closer to the other man. His gold eyes brightened when Malek turned to look at him a grin crossing his face as he stopped right in front of him. Slowly he brought a hand out, touching Malek’s shoulder before allowing his fingers to trail down the barrel of the plasma rifle mounted there. The urge to kiss him was so strong but Kelam refrained, still too unsure where he stood. His eyes dropped to Malek’s lips before he looked back to Malek’s eyes. “Malek, hey. G-got your message... ya wanted to see me?”

“Hello there,” Malek murmured, taking in the Orion class ship that Distortion Demon was now parked next too. Malek’s fingers trailed along the surface of the grey and light purple ship, feeling the smooth surface. He noted a couple repairs, here and there, on her fuselage; but that was to be expected, considering the war. Demon wasn’t flawless anymore, either… and this ship had far less battlescars than Demon did, as befitted a scout who’s purpose was to remain unnoticed. The repairs had been done well, and the ship was fully battle-worthy. Now to figure out what to say to her pilot….

Malek had left a message on Undercomm, asking Kelam to meet him here in flight gear, but had chickened out and not told him why. He shifted in place, emotion swirling in his gut. No, he hadn’t said, just left a terse message and gone to move Demon over to next to Shadow’s Web – he had checked the records for the ship’s name – and hoped he’d have enough time to figure out how to ask Kelam on a date… and maybe an apology for his behavior. 

He heard a footstep behind him and turned, still not sure what to say, emotions swirling in his eyes, but a grin forming on his face because he was truly happy to see the scout. “Kelam,” he returned the greeting, muscles in his shoulders relaxing. He paused as Kelam’s fingers trailed down his plasma rife, feeling the touch through the wetware connection, and noticed that golden gaze dropping to his lips before back to his face. Acting on instinct, he caught Kelam’s hand as fingers trailed off the tip of the rifle, and caught golden eyes as he raised Kelam’s hand, leaning forward in a half bow, and brushed his lips across the back of Kelam’s hand in an almost gentlemanly fashion, never breaking their gaze. His lips curved in a smirk as he straightened.

“I did want to see you,” he agreed. His eyes fell momentarily to Kelam’s neck, noticing the bite mark. Guilt started to well up, and he shoved it down ruthlessly; he was not going to let that ruin this. And Kelam was showing it off... the fact that he’d not covered it, wasn’t hiding it, caused emotions Malek couldn’t quite name to swirl in his gut. Possessiveness, pride, something else.

He pushed them aside for review later, green eyes meeting golden. “I wanted to invite you on a flight, if you’re interested?” He gestured to Demon with his free hand. “Just the two of us, just for fun, not training or patrol?”

Kelam’s eyes widened, taken back a moment of the formal mannerism before his grin widened, eyes glowing and softening as his own fingers tightened around Malek’s hand, accepting the kiss and greeting. He took a step closer, the fronts of their bodies threatening to brush against each other at the nearness and felt even more comfortable. He couldn’t explain it, just being in close proximity with Malek had a rightness to the feel of it he never had before.

“M-missed you.” He breathed and he meant it. He noticed Malek’s gaze fell to his lovebite on his neck and he proudly lifted his chin to display it more easily. Questions sat heavily on his tongue and he had to swallow them down like they were solid things. He wasn’t sure when the time could come they could talk about things like the mark, like what if anything changed since he forced himself to crawl out of Malek’s bunk to pass out in his own.

“A-a flight? F-for fun? D-don’t have to ask me twice, Slagger. Frag yeah, I-I’d go up in the air with ya.” Kelam’s gaze followed Malek’s to the dark Spartan-class. He hesitated a moment, giving one final squeeze of his hand before he reluctantly released it, slowly taking a few steps away from Malek towards the craft. Respect and interest in all his movements as he reached out and touched lightly where cockpit glass met metal of the fuselage. “T-this is gorgeous.” Awe and warmth in his voice. “W-what do you call her?”

Malek’s eyes widened in surprise as Kelam said he missed him, stepping close. A slow smile spread across his face, liking the sensation. “...I missed you, too,” he said quietly, realizing that he meant it. Even outside of their attraction to one another, Kelam was good company, and Malek felt comfortable in his presence - like he could finally relax and not be judged for it. He tilted his head, wondering what Kelam was going to say, but accepted it as the other man seemed to swallow down his words.

Malek flashed a grin at Kelam’s acceptance of the offer to go for a flight, and reluctantly allowed the scout’s hand to slip from his own. He followed as Kelam moved toward his ship, and hesitated a moment before stepping up next to him, slipping an arm casually around Kelam’s waist as the other man reached up to touch. The action felt right, and the corner of his mouth curved as he regarded the ship as well.

“Distortion Demon,” he answered, turning green eyes glittering with mischief to Kelam. “There’s a reason why my Undercomm handle is that.” He winked, and turned his gaze back to the ship, regarding it with pride. “She’s not the newest Spartan. I’ve had her since the beginning of the War, but she’s reliable, capable, and has a few... surprises.” Malek slanted a glance at Kelam from the corner of his eyes. “What do ya think of her?”

For a split second Kelam tensed, eyes widening as he wasn’t expecting Malek’s touch. A low pleased sound escaped from him, instantly he relaxed and leaned into Malek making a solid press of weight and heat as he accepted the touch. He turned his head to regard Malek, eyes glowing happily his expression and body at ease with the pilot’s arm around him before he returned his gaze back to Demon.

“R-reliable and capable? S-sounds like her pilot.” The words were honest as Kelam meant what he said, a smile curving his lips. “B-but surprises you say? I-I bet its something to watch you two in combat. D-deadly and beautiful...” Kelam trailed off, how close they were it was unmistakable to detect the shiver that ran down his spine. “T-that we’ll be up in the air? C-can’t wait to see what ya got.” His smile morphed into a smirk, golden eyes glinting as flight was something Kelam was familiar with and was confident in his own abilities.

Malek’s shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly as Kelam accepted his arm around his waist, and his smile morphed into a grin at the solid press of heat along his side. His arm tightened, left hand resting on the other pilot’s hip with a caress that hinted at possessiveness. He chuckled, surprised at the compliment; it was rare that he’d heard those terms applied to him. Malek’s hand tightened on Kelam’s hip as he felt that shiver run through the scout.

“We might not be in combat, but I can show you some of her secrets~” he winked at Kelam and turned to face the other pilot, green eyes taking in the confident grin and gleam in the other pliot’s eyes, how it lit up Kelam’s face, and Malek was liking what he saw. His lips curved in a smile, and he brought up his left hand to gently touch the mark on Kelam’s neck, before emerald eyes dropped to Kelam’s lips. He took a deep breath, drinking in the other man’s scent, and leaned forward to brush his lips against Kelam’s lightly, in invitation.

Kelam’s breathing hitched as the arm around him tightened bordering on possessive. The action brushed against a deep need in him to be kept, for someone to want him, he chomped down on his bottom lip, stifling a low noise that wanted to escape him. “W-whatever ya wanna show me. I-I’d like that.”

Serious gold eyes studied Malek intently his heart racing as he drank down the sight of the smile tension thrummed in Kelam as Malek’s hand lightly went over the mark on him a shiver running through him as he lowered his lips to meet the other pilot desire and need heating up his side of the kiss. He turned to press more of his body against Malek’s an urgency to the way his lips moved against Malek’s his hands explored the texture of the flight suit clad over Malek’s frame wrapping arms around Malek and giving a small tug in an attempt to pull the fronts of their bodies closer together.

Malek made a low noise in his throat and suddenly pressed closer, both arms slipping around Kelam to hold him against his own body, silently cursing the flight suit for not allowing him to feel the other man’s body. He parted his lips and deepened the kiss, reacting to Kelam’s urgency and heat, wanting to taste the scout - remembering what it felt like to have Kelam under him, moving with him.

He broke the kiss when both needed to breathe, meeting dark honey gold eyes with his own emerald green. “Does this mean you wanna postpone the flight~?” he breathed, a mischievous smirk forming on his lips. “Although we could always go for a flight and then... talk afterward?” He raised an eyebrow, his pause giving a spin of innuendo on the word - but at the same time, genuinely meaning talk if Kelam wanted to.

Malek brought his right hand up to brush down Kelam’s neck again, watching as his own fingertips gently stroked over his mark on Kelam’s neck. “Does it hurt?” he asked softly, meeting golden eyes again, not able to stop himself from asking.

Kelam made a sound of protest as the kiss broke, though his ragged breathing was a good indication that he had needed air. He slowly opened dark gold eyes to meet Malek’s noting the darker sheen in them, despite the flight suits hid their bodies reaction well it was there in those emerald green eyes. He swallowed hard at the questions Malek asked, clearly torn between the two instead of answering aloud he ducked his head close enough to trail kissed along Malek’s jawline feeling the rough stubble against his lips. Reluctantly he straightened up, body still close to Malek’s but head pulled back enough for further eye contact.

“D-do you think we need to... talk?” Kelam arched an eyebrow mimicking Malek’s expression, the innuendo there, but a tightness in his shoulders from tension at what they could talk about between them. Seriousness chipped away the amusement as he stared at Malek, his gaze intense as if the pilot was the only one in Kelam’s universe.

He tilted his head to the right allowing Malek’s hand better access to his neck. His eyes closed, a peaceful smile on his face as he felt the light touch against the lovebite. The question caused him to open his eyes, he studied Malek the expression he saw there on the pilot’s face the peaceful smile turning into a wider grin. “S-stung like a bitch in the shower a-a couple days after.” He didn’t mention to Malek the other parts of him he felt after leaving his quarters, but the grin turned secretive, eyes glowing smugly as he brought his hand up to hold Malek’s at the lovebite, trying to show silent approval of its existence on him. “N-now it doesn’t.”

Malek’s eyes half-lidded at feeling Kelam’s lips trailing along his jawline, tilting his head to provide better access. He made a quiet noise as Kelam leaned back to meet eye contact, missing the sensation of lips on skin, his hands tightening on Kelam’s body. His breath caught as gold eyes focused on him, feeling like he was the center of Kelam’s universe, and the sensation brushed against a deep-seated need in him to be wanted.

It took a moment as he tried to word his thoughts about talking. “Yes... no. Maybe.” He shook his head slightly, not willing to take his hands off Kelam to run one through his hair as was his normal nervous habit. “I just…” He pulled Kelam closer. “…want to be with you,” he murmured quietly, almost too quiet to hear.

Malek’s eyes glowed at the peaceful and happy expression on Kelam’s face, at the hand covering his own. He flattened it against the lovebite, content to have it rest there, to be held on and shown that it – and he – were wanted and desired. He flashed a grin at the comment about the shower. “I have to admit that my shoulders stung a bit the first few days after too,” he chuckled. “Still a little tight where they’re healing.” His green eyes flashed with mischievousness. He trailed one finger down Kelam’s neck. “I like you showing it off,” he said quietly.

Kelam’s smile deepened he couldn’t hide the approval he felt with Malek’s hands tightening on him in a way that it felt like distance—any sort of distance between them was unfavorable to the pilot. It was a nice thought, one that Kelam himself could totally agree with because he liked being near Malek, standing here in the hangar it seemed so uncomplicated the fact he wanted him, wanted to be with him it seemed whenever Malek wasn’t around was when everything fell apart on why they could be together. He watched carefully Malek’s face as he heard the varied answers to one question never hesitating as Malek pulled him closer his arms tightening around Malek in silent response to Malek’s near-silent statement giving no other indication if he even understood the words spoken so quietly.

“W-we can talk, Malek.” Kelam answered slowly, all innuendo gone and his face serious. He ducked his head, the action almost sheepish a small smile on his lips before looking back to Malek’s face. “I-I’m a selfish slagger, j-just want to cram as much as we can in the time we have b-before.…” He shrugged, not wanting to say before someone said or did or something to make him feel guilty for wanting and keeping going whatever he and Malek had and instead said “… o-one of us gotta get back on duty.” The problems Kelam had been having he figured were solely his problems and Malek didn’t need to know about them.

“I-I’d be lying if I s-said I didn’t wanna leave ya with… something to remember me by.” Kelam’s eyes glinted, his arms shifted around so his hands came to Malek’s shoulders, despite the thick material of the flight suit and armor between them he rubbed in soothing circles exactly over where his fingernails bit in. “M-maybe after the flight I can give you a massage? C-could try to make it… up to you.” His lips twisted in a smile eyes shining with humor as his hips flexed forward into Malek a promise in the movement if Malek wanted to take it. “G-glad you don’t mind me s-showing off the mark b-because I like it too. D-don’t think it’s anything that n-needs hiding... do you?”

Malek’s gaze was focused on Kelam, searching his face and expression. He noted the serious look and then the sheepish duck of head, and reached out to tilt Kelam’s face up with a finger under his chin. “If that’s being selfish,” he murmured, meeting those golden eyes again, “then I’m selfish too. I… I really like spending time with you. And would like to spend more… like today.” His lips curved in a smile at feeling Kelam’s arms around him and having Kelam in his own arms. The thought crossed his mind that there was nowhere else he’d rather be than here like this, and his smile stretched into a grin at realizing it.

He made a low pleased noise as Kelam’s hands drifted up his back, even if the sensation was muted through the heavy flight suit. His gaze shifted, gleaming as Kelam offered to make it up to him, as he rolled his hips into Malek’s. “Oh, there was never any chance of… forgetting you, that’s for sure~” His hands roamed Kelam’s form, drifting down to clasp those talented hips through the heavy flight suit. “I have to admit, I could use a… massage, since you’re offering~” His hands tightened, pulling Kelam’s hips harder against his own in response to the promise offered, emerald green eyes glinting with attraction and satisfaction at having Kelam here.

“No, I don’t think it’s anything to hide,” Malek said softly. His gaze dropped to the mark on Kelam’s neck again, drinking down the sight of it. “I wasn’t sure of your reaction at first, if you’d like it….” He raised his eyes back to meet Kelam’s emotion he didn’t know how to name swirling in his gut. “I am so happy that you do. I just….” He trailed off, bringing his right hand up to gently touch the mark again, possessively. “…am glad you feel the same,” he murmured.

He brushed his lips against Kelam’s again. “So it’s settled – a flight, and then we come back and I take you up on that offer of a massage?” Malek couldn’t stop grinning, his nervousness from earlier almost completely faded – everything just felt so right he couldn’t help himself. His eyes sparkled, and he glanced at Shadow’s Web and back to Kelam. “I can’t wait to see her and you in the air~”

Kelam moved with the guidance, gold eyes slightly wide with Malek’s finger under his chin feeling hope rise in his chest at hearing that Malek liked spending time with him, that Malek found him unforgettable. He gave a wide grin, eyes glowing as he relaxed slightly against the pilot’s body as Malek’s hands found his hips and pulled them closer together, moving his own arms to link his wrists around Malek’s neck. Satisfaction bled through his own expression as he found himself very much liking the closeness and the simple ability to just be able to touch.

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Kelam’s Reaction to Payback

Kelam’s world was reduced to Malek’s finger under his chin up tilting his face towards him, that breath fanning over his lips so aware of their nearness and the arms of the chair under his hands that he dug his fingernails into. Lust and need burned in his veins, his breathing had gone jagged and every joint in him ached from forcing himself to remain still when he wanted nothing more than to act upon his desires.He barely registered the sound of the pop of displaced that signaled Malek had jumped away using his teleportation mod. 

Gold eyes heavy lidded slowly opened, glowing a dark honeyed color that widened when he realized he was alone. A low, dark growl escaped from his chest as a shiver racked through his body of the frustration that crashed through him. Vaguely he realized he should be pleased that even with adrenaline pumping through him he was still alive after that encounter, with how close to his head Malek kept his blaster barrel but all he could remember was the feel of Malek’s lips on him, the hint of that wintry storm scent that he hadn’t come across often but already it was one he was learning to yearn for.

With a shout, Kelam slammed his fists onto the top of his desk, gritting his teeth together and shaking his head. This wouldn’t do. With jerky, angry movements he quickly logged off from UnderComm. What he really wanted to do was track that pilot down and... it was up in the air if he wanted to slam him against a solid surface, to take his kiss and finish what was started or if he wanted to find him just to shoot him for not only threatening him but leaving him in this state.

Kelam cursed lowly under his breath and pushed back in his chair, the action violent as he rose to his feet. Not worth it, he supposed he didn’t really want to see Malek right then. With his hands clenched to fists at his sides he stalked away from the computer and his bunk headed to only one destination in mind. Anyone who came across the tall scout with his eyes glinting dangerously and the promise of violence in every step by the swaying of his hips quickly got out of his way.