Vital: Part 2 - Space: Chapter 10: Heart of the Matter (NSFW)
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Rated M for language, violence and adult content (nsfw chapters will be marked as such). Continued from Vital: Part One - Terra; Kraglin’s background based on Loyalty
This chapter contains NSFW content near the end. I have marked where the NSFW portion begins and ends - please let me know if this is agreeable, or if it disrupts the flow of the story.
As the days go on, you try not to be a bother to Yondu, and just make sure you give him a smile when he passes you in the mess or in the hall. He looks tired and seems preoccupied. Some days, you wonder if he even notices you at all.
You respond to this growing distance between you by diving deep into your studies. When the quietness of the med bay is too much, you move yourself and your holopads to the mess for a change of scenery. You sit at different tables, trying to switch it up and see what area works best for you to be accessible, but not distracted.
Today, you’re sitting at a corner table that you haven’t sat at before. You’ve been studying there for maybe an hour when a shadow falls over you, and you look up. There’s a huge, hairy Ravager looming over you, holding his food tray. You pop out the earpiece, pausing the lesson. “Hello,” you say pleasantly. “Do you-”
“You’re in my seat,” he interrupts, baring yellow tusks at you.
You look around you, and slowly begin to gather your things up. “Oh.” You flash him a wary smile. “ I didn’t know there was reserved seating,” you tease with a laugh, hoping to relieve some of the tension. Unfortunately, it has the opposite effect.
The Ravager’s eyes narrow, and he scowls at you deeply before pushing his tray into the hands of another Ravager at his side. His companion staggers back at the impact, eyes nervously flicking between the two of you. “You think that’s funny, girlie?”
You swallow, piling the holopads up into a neat stack. You pull them towards you. “I’m sorry, I was just making a joke. I didn’t mean to-” You yelp as he pins your wrist down hard against the table.
“You don’t know who I am, so I’m going to tell you,” he says, bringing his face close to yours. “My name is Revant, and I’m in charge around here. You might play it tough, doctor, but I know you’re not. You’ll stay out of my way if you know what’s good for you.”
You’re not really sure what comes over you, but instead of growing more afraid, you begin to lose your temper. On top of not being able to see Yondu, little, stupid things have been irritating you all week, and it’s now all coming to a head. “That’s funny, I thought Yondu and Kraglin were in charge,” you snap. As soon as the words leave your mouth, you know it was the wrong thing to say. Revant’s eyes narrow, his nostrils flaring with anger. With one easy tug on your arm, he swings you out of your seat and is holding you over his head, two feet off the floor. His grip is tight and painful.
“Maybe I need to teach you how things work around here.”
Revant’s grip tightens, and you cry out, trying to loosen his fingers with your free hand. Might as well try to pry apart stone with your bare hands. He grabs hold of one of your legs too, lifting your entire body sideways. With your free foot, you kick out into his face, as hard as you can. He roars as you catch him in the eye with your boot heel, and drops you to the floor.
You shield your head as you fall, but you still land hard on your back, and yelp. But there’s no time to dwell on your pain - you need to get away from him. You roll over onto your feet and are about to take off running when you feel him clench your ankle, sending you crashing to the floor again. You reach out and grab the leg of a nearby table, but he jerks you backwards, forcing you to let go.
He flips you over and jabs a large hand out to seize your throat.
His hand never reaches you.
There’s an ear-splitting whistle, a flash of red, and orange blood pours from the Ravager’s severed forearm before you can even figure out what happened. Then you see the Yaka arrow, darting around the Ravager at lightning speed, nicking his ears, shredding his sleeves, and leaving slices across his arms, face and legs.
You roll over at the fast approach of heavy boots, and scramble backwards, out of the way. Yondu is stalking towards you. His eyes are narrowed, his fin flaming red, his shoulders stiff and hunched. The entire mess falls silent at the sight of him. “The fuck do ya think yer doin’, boy?” he roars. “Maybe I didn’t make myself clear!”
Even though he’s half the size of his opponent, Yondu grabs one of Revant’s tusks and throws him to the ground in a single swift movement. He slams a fist into the Ravager’s face, and you hear the distinct crunch of bone as his nose gives way. “I said the Doc was not to be touched!”
You watch as Yondu violently beats your attacker, and your relief soon turns to horror as it becomes apparent that he has no intention of stopping. He’s going to kill a member of his own crew.
“Yondu!” you cry, seizing his arm and pulling at him. “Yondu - stop! You’re killing him! Please, stop! I can’t let you do this!”
Yondu spins around so fast that you’re forced to let go of him. He faces you, eyes burning with rage. Gathering your shirt in a fist, he forcibly walks you back several feet. "That is Cap'n to you, Doctor," he hisses. "And don’t ya dare tell me how to run my fuckin’ ship! Yer confined to yer cabin until I say otherwise. Tha’s an order!” With the last word, he pushes you away from him, and you stumble back.
You gasp, tears welling in your eyes, but you’re not going to argue with his flashing eyes and bared teeth. “Y-yes sir,” you stammer in a whisper. Without a glance back, you turn and run from the mess.
“What?” Yondu snarls, whirling. He draws back a step as he sees he’s face to face with Kraglin. The First Mate’s concerned eyes are all it takes to snap Yondu out of it. With a slight intake of breath, he looks at the bleeding, whimpering Revant, and back over his shoulder where you’ve fled. He takes a few deep breaths. “What?” he repeats, in a quieter, even tone.
He takes another breath, ignoring all of the eyes he knows are on him. “Git a belt around this jackass’ arm and git him down to the brig. And git someone to clean this up.”
“Aye, sir.” Kraglin steps a little closer and bends slightly. He speaks in a soft tone. “I’ll handle the rest of the mission preparations, Cap. Go see the Doc.”
Yondu grits his teeth at him, about to growl some reply, but the First Mate moves his hand so it just brushes against his arm. The action immediately, inexplicably expels any further agitation, and some of the tension releases from his shoulders. “Fine,” he manages. “I’ll sync up with ya later.”
“Yessir. The Doc’s holopads are on that table over there, she’ll probably be missin’ ‘em.”
Yondu nods and gathers the materials up under one arm. Just before he reaches the stairs to exit the mess, he turns. “I am the Cap’n of this damn ship,” he says loudly, looking from one end of the hall to the other. “When I say that no one touches the Doc, I mean it! Else ya end up like this jackass!” he gestures to Revant, who is half-passed out, held up by Luggh. “If y’all don’t like my orders or the way I do things, then y’can depart on our next landing.” With a whistle, the arrow nestles itself back into its holster, and he departs.
You sit on your bed, clutching a pillow to your chest, the blankets pulled up around you. You can’t get Yondu’s dangerous expression out of your thoughts. You lean your forehead against your pillow, trying to clear your thoughts. It’s going to be okay. He didn’t mean to scare me. He saved my life. That Ravager would have killed me. And he was right. I shouldn’t have done that, not in front of the crew.
There’s a buzz at your door, and you jump. Still hugging the pillow close, you slip out from under the covers and click on the viewing screen.
You take a deep, swallowing breath, trying to figure out if you should let him in. It buzzes again, and this time you hear his voice through the intercom.
“Doc, open up.” You watch him shift on the screen, looking up and down the hallway. He leans closer to your door, and sighs. “C’mon honey, I need to talk to ya. Open up.”
His voice is quiet and gentle, and that prompts you to open your door a crack. You peer through the narrow opening at him, and his ruby eyes catch yours. “Hi darlin,” he says, a little timidly. He raises your holopads in his arms. “I got yer stuff here. Can I come in?”
You nod and open the door wider. He steps inside and places the holopads on your desk as you close the door behind him. He rubs the back of his neck, as if trying to figure out what to say, and looks at you. “Ya okay? Did he hurt ya?” he asks at last.
You tentatively show him your wrist, where a bruise is darkening. “A little. I’m okay.”
He comes forward and takes your hand gently in his, smoothing his thumb over the thin skin of your wrist. A flash goes through his implant, and you stiffen. He notices, looking sharply into your face, and lets go of you, taking a step back. “Did -” he swallows, and you see his eyes are full of fear. “Did I hurt ya?” he asks in hushed voice.
He breathes a deep sigh of relief. “Thank gods,” he murmurs, before pulling you gently towards him. “C'mere, doll.” He holds you against his chest, and you rest your cheek against his shoulder. “I didn’t want ya to see that,” he says over your head. “But m’crew has to know what happens when they disobey direct orders.”
You nod, showing him you understand. Before he can speak again, you add, “I’m sorry I tried to stop you.”
“It wasn’t that ya tried to stop me, it was how ya did it,” he sighs. “Until the crew knows yer mine, I can’t have ya callin’ me familiar in front of ‘em. And regardless of yer status with me, I can’t have ya questionin’ my orders, not in public like that. Ya were jus’ tryin’ to do the right thing, I get that. But callin’ me out like that in front of a room full a’ Ravagers – if they saw I went easy on ya, they’d-”
“See you as soft, I know.”
“That ain’t all. They wouldn’t jus’ see me as soft, they’d see me as easily taken down. All it takes are few incidents like that for people to start talkin’, and before I know it, I got another mutiny on my hands. That’s what happened last time. I didn’t dish out punishment like I said I would, didn’t stay true t’my words, and I didn’t treat the crew like they was supposed to be treated.”
“Shit, girl, I know y'are.” He takes your face in his hands and bends to look at you. “Ya don’t gotta apologize no more. I jus’ wanted ya to know that I ain’t mad at ya, and why I acted that way.” He releases you and paces about the room. “I didn’t mean to act so harsh t’ya anyway. It’s jus this - this damn mission’s got me all riled up, the crew’s all countin’ on me to fill their pockets and their bellies. Was supposed to be an easy in and out, but a’ course it didn’t turn out that way.” He sighs and turns for the door, shaking his head. “And I gotta git back to it.”
“Wait,” you say, following him. “Are you free in a while? To talk or hang out? I’ve been missing you.”
“What?” he asks, startled. “Naw, I gotta pack and get m'stuff ready, we’re leaving early.”
“Leaving? What do you mean? Where are you going?”
He closes the door again and stands to face you. “On the mission. It’s an uncover job, I’m leadin’ the team. Gonna be gone for about two weeks.” He tilts his head at you. “Ya didn’t know?”
“Well no,” you say, a little exasperated. “I haven’t seen you. You didn’t tell me.”
"Well…well ya know now,” he says in a mildly irritated tone.
You sigh, sinking onto your bed. Tears prick at your eyes. “Yondu?”
“Are we in a relationship or not?”
“This - thing we have going on,” you say, gesturing between the two of you. “Is it a relationship? Am I your girlfriend, or your lover, or just one of the crew you fool around with, or what?”
"Of course we have a relationship,” he says, frowning. “Why? Don’t it feel like it?”
“Not lately,” you reply softly, hugging yourself.
“Hey!” he snaps, his voice rising, and you flinch. He points a finger at you. “I told ya I been busy gettin’ ready for this damn mission! It’s a complicated job, it takes up a lot of m'time to make sure it goes right!” He throws up his hands. “Ain’t like yer around if I want ya anyway - got yer nose in them damn lessons all the time!”
“Don’t you dare!” you say, jumping to your feet. “You’re the one who’s been avoiding me! I’ve been trying to make time for you, but every time I go to see you, or even try to talk to you for a minute, you’re too busy! I’m just trying my best to take care of the crew! It was your idea for me to come up here and be their doctor in the first place!”
“Yeah, well ya didn’t have to come!” As soon as the words are out, Yondu snaps his mouth shut with a soft gasp. Your eyes well with tears, and he hurriedly grabs for you, pulling you into his arms. “Oh, gods. Honey, no - I didn’t - I didn’t mean that. Gods, I’m jus – I’m under a lotta pressure right now. Shit, I didn’t mean it.” He rocks you gently, stroking your hair. “I didn’t mean it, I swear on all the stars I didn’t. I’m glad yer here, I wouldn’t trade it for nothin’. Yer what gits me outta bed in the mornin’, baby.” He sighs inwardly as you loop your arms around his neck, pressing your forehead into his shoulder. He cradles the back of your head and kisses your hair. “I didn’t mean to yell at ya.”
“I know. We’re both under a lot of stress,” you say sadly, breaking apart from him. You cross over to your desk and idly rearrange the stack of holopads.
“I miss bein’ on Terra with ya.”
You turn at the statement, and watch as he lowers himself onto your bed, his shoulders drooping. "No ship, no crew. Jus’ the two of us,“ he murmurs, eyes on the floor.
"Oh, Yondu.” He looks up as you cup his cheek, smoothing your thumb along the silver of his beard. “It’s okay,” you say softly. You loop your arms around his neck and sit yourself on his knee; his arms circle around your waist and draw you close against him. “Everything’s going to work out. We’re just going through a little rough patch. Every relationship has them.”
He nods, pulling your band out and combing his fingers through your hair. After a few moments, he lets his hands drop, and looks away. "Honey, ya gotta know somethin’. I uh. I ain’t never been in a relationship before.”
He shakes his head, then looks back at you and takes your shoulders in his hands. “No. But I’m tryin’. I am. I want to do good by ya, because I care ‘bout ya.”
“I know you do,” you say with a growing smile. “So, I’m your first girlfriend?”
He chuckles and leans his forehead against yours. “Tha’s right, baby.”
“Lucky me,” you reply with a smile and kiss him.
He groans as your lips touch his, and you feel his large hands clutch at your hip and clench in your hair. His mouth moves against yours hungrily, kissing you long and hard until you both have to break away, gasping for breath. His eyes burn with passion, and he just stares at you for a long time, stroking your hair and tracing your face with his fingertips. At last, he sets you down and gets to his feet. “I gotta get back to it, sweetheart.”
You nod. “Do you need any help packing or getting ready or anything?”
He smiles down at you and kisses your forehead. “Sure. Thanks, darlin’.”
An hour later, you’re nearly done packing his things into a knapsack. Most of the time was just spent rummaging around for clean clothes. “You need to do your laundry more often,” you chide him, shaking the wrinkles out of a high-necked shirt. You fold it carefully and place it in the bag. He hands you small stack of other things - socks and underwear, and you lift a pair of white briefs from the pile, raising an eyebrow at him.
He blushes, grumbles something as he snags it out of your hand and stuffs it into the bag. You laugh and kiss his cheek, and he blushes darker.
You pack a few more things, making sure everything is as neat and organized in the bag as you can make it. You zip the bag up and place it next to his dresser with some holopads and another small bag he is bringing. Then you look up, realizing he’s been looking at you in silence. “What?” you ask with a light laugh.
“C'mere,” he says, pulling you against him and cradling your head against his shoulder. “Thanks fer yer help, doll. This was a lot less frustratin’ with ya here.”
“You’re welcome, spaceman,” you reply, giving him a squeeze. You nuzzle your head against him, breathing in the scent of him deeply. “I’m going to miss you,” you say quietly.
“Yer gonna be fine,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice.
“We haven’t been apart since we’ve met, you know.”
“Damn, yer right. Well, maybe a little time away from this old Ravager will be good fer ya, huh?” he laughs, pulling away to look at you. For some reason, the joke falls flat and you hang your head. “Oh, darlin’,” he says softly. “I’ll be back before ya know it.” You raise your head to give him a small smile, but look away again quickly. He bends and leans his face into your neck. “Ya know, girl, I don’t deserve ya,” he whispers, and rests his lips against the skin under your ear.
Your entire body tingles and grows hot with desire. His daily company isn’t the only thing you’ve been missing this last week or so. You feel him bury his nose in your hair, and his hot breath against your skin as he takes a deep breath of your scent and exhales. “[y/n],” he murmurs in your ear, and his tongue caresses the outer lobe. His fingers trail down your spine to hold firm against the small of your back, but his other hand slips down under the waistband of your scrubs to brush against your underwear.
You reach down to his belt, but he catches your hand quickly. “No!” You pull away to look into his face, and he leans in to murmur against your lips, intertwining his fingers with yours. “No. Jus’ – jus’ let me pleasure ya tonight.” He carries you to his bed and lays you down at the end of the mattress so your legs are hanging off the edge, rearranging the furs and blankets so you’re comfortable. He removes his duster and jacket.
You prop yourself up on your elbows so you’re sitting up halfway to watch him. He removes his neckerchief and places one knee on the bed, leaning over you so you lie flat. “Jus’ relax, sugar,” he whispers against your lips, and kisses you. You moan as he presses into you, his broad chest resting lightly against yours, one hand tangled in your hair. It seems like forever since you’ve had intimate time alone. His tongue pushes past your teeth, and pulls out again, and pushes in. The feeling and rhythm is arousing, only heightened by the feeling of his fingers, which have traversed down your stomach and are pulling at your waistband. You lift your hips, and the pants come free, sliding down your knees and over your boots. Yondu withdraws his mouth from yours, licking his teeth, and bends his head to your ear again. “Gonna make ya come fer me, baby,” he murmurs. “Gonna make ya come so damn hard fer me.”
You’re left breathless by his raspy tone. He lifts your shirt so he can kiss the underside of your rib cage and down to your navel. His beard tickles slightly, but it only makes you more sensitive and aroused by his touches.
He pauses for a moment to remove your boots, then leans his head between your legs. He nuzzles his nose against your underwear, breathing in deeply. “Ya smell so sweet,” he says, raising his head and licking his lips. He hooks an arm about your waist, lifting you slightly from the bed to pull off your panties. At the sight of your nakedness, his eyes gleam hungrily. He lowers you down again, sliding his hands from your waist down your thighs. He does this slowly, tracing little circles on your skin with his thumbs until he reaches your knees. He pulls a pillow down and places it under your hips, then – your heart flutters madly – he kneels on the ground before you. He pushes your legs apart, and lifts your knees over his shoulders, pulling you closer.
He loves watching you. Your eyes are big and round, your chest is falling and rising rapidly with your quickening breaths. Your shirt is skewed so part of your bra is exposed. He holds your left knee in place and turns his head to kiss the crook of the joint. His lips are soft, feather-light, and linger purposefully with each kiss, which he alternates from leg to leg, moving gradually downwards towards your center.
You can feel that you’re wet, and growing wetter by the second the nearer he draws to the apex of your legs. As he reaches your inner thighs, you gasp, throwing your head back and letting out small moans and whimpers. “Tha’s right, doll,” he breathes against your skin. “Jus’ ya wait, gonna make ya feel so good.” He bares his teeth and grazes their sharp edges lightly across the tender skin where your thigh meets your pelvis. You buck in his hands.
“Yondu, please,” you gasp, raising your head to look at him. “Please.”
He chuckles, the vibration sending shivers throughout your entire body, then traces the path of his teeth which his tongue. “Only since ya been such a good girl.” He bends forward, and flattens his tongue against your clit, pressing just ever-so-slightly.
You respond with a small, whimpering cry, and your head drops back against the furs.
He returns to your thighs some more to tease you, before moving again to your folds, tasting and exploring every inch of you. He continues to press and swirl his tongue around your clit, relishing in your moans and cries. After several minutes of this, he realizes that he hasn’t spent so long on you before, and your clit has become plump and hard. With extreme care, he sucks it past his lips and awaits your reaction. He’s awarded with a long, shaking moan.
He hums softly, and rolls your clit across his lips, nibbling slightly. He shifts one arm and traces a finger along your slit. You buck against him, and he holds you down. You’re dripping wet. He takes his moist fingertip and continues to tease your clit with it.
He leisurely drags his tongue down to your opening, and firming the tip, dips it inside of you. You let out a half-gasp, half-scream, and clutch at his implant. He slips his tongue in and out in a shallow rhythm, reaching up his unoccupied hand to caresses your breasts.
He switches his tongue and finger again, and slides his long, thick digit inside you, only to join it with a second finger. He alternates curling each finger in fast succession, stroking your slick walls until they begin to tighten and clench around him.
He hums against your clit, pushes his tongue a little harder against you, curls his fingers a little more insistently – and that’s all it takes. With a desperate, aching cry you climax, your entire body shuddering in the throes of ecstasy. He still doesn’t let up, however, and continues to go down on you until you’ve completely ridden it through and at last lay limp and panting.
He kisses his way up your legs, your belly, your neck and comes to rest at your lips, lifting you fully onto the bed so he can lie beside you. You’re breathing hard, a hand tangled in your hair, face flushed. “Yer so beautiful, [y/n].”
In response you roll over and lean your head into his chest, hugging him tightly. You hook a leg around his hip, pressing your body as close as it can be against his. He feels his erection press into you, and a moment later, you say, “Your turn, spaceman.”
“Naw, girl,” he says, combing his fingers through your hair, “I jus’ wanted to give ya a partin’ gift, ya don’t gotta gimme some in return.”
You lean away so you can look him in the face and run your fingers along his beard. “When you get back, then.”
He nods. “Yeah, when I get back.”
When you wake, he’s dressing. You glance at your wrist com, and see it’s very early, not even First Watch yet. You watch him buckle his pants, then reach behind him for his shirt, which lies thrown across one side of the bed with his other clothes. You slip out of bed and retrieve his jacket, helping him into it after he ties off his neckerchief. You don’t say anything, and neither does he, as you guide his arm into the sleeve of his duster. He turns to you after he’s fully dressed. “Thanks, girl.” He runs a hand through your hair, letting your locks run through his fingers. “Uh, I was wonderin’…”
“Could – could I get a piece a’ yer hair?”
“To remind me of ya, while I’m gone.”
“Oh.” It’s an old-fashioned notion, one that you see in those period dramas, but it makes you blush. You lean forward and wrap your arms around his middle. “That’s actually kind of sweet.”
His voice comes in your ear. “Unless ya want to give me a pair of yer panties instead.”
“Yondu!” you smack him soundly on the shoulder, and he dances away, grinning that shark grin. You place your hands on your hips with a laugh, shaking your head. “You can have a lock of my hair.” You shake your hair and comb it out with your fingers, draping it over your shoulder for him.
He slips the knife out of the strap at his wrist, and gently takes a lock in his hand. You watch as he slices a piece as large as his thumb, the strands falling neatly into his palm. “I might give you some panties,” you say with a smile, “But I don’t have any underwear to spare. I only brought like a week’s worth to the cabin, and I’ve been rewashing them.”
He chuckles as he goes to his dresser and opens what looks like a junk drawer, rummaging around until he finds a piece of ribbon. “We’ll have to fix that,” he says as he ties the ribbon around the lock of hair. “Go to Bira sometime – big shopping area. Git ya some new panties and lingerie.”
Once the hair is neatly and securely tied, he tucks it safely in his inside breast pocket, the one closest to his heart. He sighs and reaches out to stroke your cheek. “I gotta be off now.”
You smile, but your lip quivers a little, and tears sting the corners of your eyes. “Just promise me you’ll be careful, okay spaceman?”
He smiles warmly down at you and leans forward to kiss your head. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll be fine.”
"You’d better,” you say softly, rocking forward on your toes to kiss his lips.
“[y/n],” he says, once you’ve parted again, “When I come back I’m makin’ us official, okay?”
“I mean, I’m gonna tell the crew. No more a’ this sneakin’ 'round stuff. If this mission goes well, we’re gonna stop off on Contraxia, and then I’m gonna tell 'em.” You throw your arms around him, pressing your head into his chest, and he lifts you into his arms, pulling your legs around his waist. “I gotta go now,” comes his voice in your ear. “But ya keep them lips waitin’ fer me. Gonna need lots a’ kisses when I git back.”
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