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Blue with Envy

While the affair at a particular senator's estate on a lush green planet had been a demonstration of political power, and there certainly had been a good deal of artwork for Thrawn to look at (all of it picked out to show possession of the planet, ownership, the tendency to collect novel and unique things), there'd also been a few not-so-subtle attempts by the senator in question to convince Eli that he would be better suited working for someone more human. The woman's hands had been on him repeatedly--fixing his collar, fluffing his hair, brushing his sleeve. If humans were capable of scent-marking, Eli would have come home smelling like that woman. As it was, the cloying thick floral perfume she wore lingered on his uniform.

The party's end meant that Eli and Thrawn could retreat to the guest room where they'd be staying the night. They'd so thoughtfully been provided separate beds, one clearly larger and more luxurious, intended for the ranking officer. Eli moves to stand beside the other bed, unfastening his jacket.

"Did...you enjoy the party?"

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Things had been fine at first, with Thrawn being content to look at the artwork and get a reading on their host. Even after the artwork told him that she had a need to own things, to take, to possess, it still caught him off guard when she turned her attention towards Eli. Perhaps it was because Thrawn was used to getting the unwanted attention, thanks to being an alien, while Eli was mostly ignored. Every time she touched him, the only thing saving Thrawn from a potential guffaw was his naturally stoic demeanor. Chiss faces were hard to read, so she likely didn't notice Thrawn's irritation at seeing her get so hands-on with his aide.

Now that they're in private, his eyes remain fixed on Eli. "I was, until I met our host."

There's a coldness in his voice, more so than usual.

Most people wouldn't catch that edge of coldness. Most people haven't been with Thrawn for years, though, and Eli has. He can see the anger like shards of ice in Thrawn's demeanor.

"She certainly was...persistent. I wasn't sure how to turn her away without causing a scandal."

He's not sure if that anger is at all aimed at him, but he's bracing for it anyway.

"Indeed she was," Thrawn sheds his uniform tunic, laying it down on a nearby chair, before approaching Eli. As he nears him, he can smell that woman's perfume. He doesn't like it. He doesn't like that she left her smell all over him.

"She seemed to think that you would be better off working for her instead, simply because she is human and I am not."

"She thought wrong, and you and I both know it. I don't care about my career or accolades or any of that nonsense. My place is at your side, just as it always has been. I'm your aide. You know I'm not going to abandon you for some senator or nothing!"

As Thrawn approaches, Eli looks up into his eyes, standing his ground. He means every word he's saying.

"You are correct, of course." Logically, Thrawn knows that Eli is loyal to him and him alone, and won't leave him for another career opportunity. Especially not someone who made him uncomfortable and was xenophobic towards Thrawn.

Still, Thrawn can't just dismiss what he's currently feeling.

"I did not like seeing her touch you," He whispers. "Putting her hands on you, like you are something to steal away from me." He leans in and his nostrils flare as he takes in the smell of her perfume.

"I didn't like being touched by her, either. Made my skin crawl every time. Her hands were cold, too--I'd prefer to be touched by someone warm." Eli's voice is low and if there's a note of challenge in there, it's to goad Thrawn into making physical contact. Is that a bratty move? Maybe just slightly, but he's quietly certain it's also necessary, right now.

A sense of satisfaction goes through him at Eli's words. Yes, he knows Eli is loyal. But at the moment, Thrawn needs more than words. "She cannot have you." His hands go to Eli's shoulders, holding him firmly. "You are mine, Eli Vanto."

Thrawn can almost certainly feel how Eli's shoulders relax when he's gripped firmly, but there's more mischief on his expression.

"Yeah? Prove it."

Them's fighting words, there.

"Very well..." If that's how Eli wants it...

Thrawn pulls Eli towards him and leans down to press their lips together. Tilting his head, he pries Eli's lips apart with his tongue, so he can slide it inside. He doesn't feel like being gentle tonight.

That's two of them who don't want it gentle. Eli's mouth opens with a soft gasp, and he clings to Thrawn, one hand resting on a hip lightly. It's nice, being reminded of how Thrawn is outside a sparring match. To be manhandled a little.

It'll be nice to have Thrawn's scent lingering on him instead of that perfume, too.

Thrawn's hand goes to the back of Eli's head, keeping him in place, moaning into his mouth. His other hand rests against Eli's back, pressing the other man up against him. He finds himself wishing he'd removed his undershirt before doing this. He wants that scent off of Eli.

He holds the kiss for a long time, before finally pulling away and growling, "On your knees, Eli."

"Yes, sir."

Eli sinks to a kneeling position instantly, right up against Thrawn's legs, one hand holding onto a calf for balance as he nuzzles his way up the thigh, eager.

Now there's an appealing sight. Eli on his knees before him, looking up at Thrawn, ready to obey his orders. Yes, Thrawn intends to prove just who Eli belongs to, and remind him that nobody can take him away from him.

A shudder goes through him as Eli nuzzles him, his groin stirring at the mere promise of what's to come. How fortunate that he had the foresight to remove his belt and tunic beforehand, leaving one less article of clothing to get in the way.

Reaching down, Thrawn undoes the fly of his pants. Already, a bulge is starting to form in his underwear.

Eli mouths at the bulge through the fabric of the underwear, trying to silently communicate impatience, while still letting Thrawn set the tone and pace of the scene. If he moves his tongue just so, he can almost feel the ridges of Thrawn's cock.

And if he shifts his own position because he's also getting hard with anticipation, at least he's subtle about it.

Thrawn's mouth parts in a soft moan, his cock getting harder, threatening to leak through his underwear. He can tell that Eli wants more than to taste him through the garment. Why deprive the man any longer?

Gently pushing Eli away, Thrawn pulls his underwear down and his cock pops out. Tangling his fingers in Eli's hair, Thrawn starts pulling his head back in, towards him. The hint should be obvious.

Plenty obvious; they've coordinated on much subtler maneuvers than this before. Eli opens his mouth, takes Thrawn's cock into it. His tongue works along the unique texture of the Chiss dick, and he moans around Thrawn's girth.

This time Thrawn's moan is audible as that warm, wet mouth wraps around his cock. Already, he's leaking precum into Eli's mouth, pleasure shooting through his groin at each swirl of his tongue.

His hand still in Eli's hair, Thrawn starts moving his head back and forth, getting a rhythm going. Red eyes stay fixed on Eli, taking in the sight of those lips wrapped around his blue length, watching it go in and out, listening to the wet sounds made in the process.

He relaxes his throat, tilts his head back. This is familiar--almost comforting after a frustrating night. His eyes meet Thrawn's, and then he suckles harder on that cock, smiling not with his lips, but with a twinkle in his eyes, a lift in his eyebrows.

Thrawn smiles back, eyes glittering. Eli would never do this for their host, or anyone but him. "You like this," Thrawn purrs. "Having me in your mouth, tasting me, giving me pleasure like this. That woman can never have this from you." The hand tightens in his hair just a little, as a reminder.

The hand gripping his hair elicits a soft sound of pleasure from Eli. His eyes close as he allows himself to just be held, to concentrate on the physical sensations at his mouth, his throat, his scalp. One of his hands moves to his own pants, to undo the fly and pull out his own cock, desperately hard. Yes, yes he does like this very much.

Thrawn watches Eli take himself in hand, smiling at the knowledge that he's getting off on this too. But this is just a taste of what's to come. He makes Eli bob his head faster, until his hips shudder and he comes in his lover's mouth. He doesn't let go just yet, sending another hint. He wants Eli to swallow.

And he does, of course he does, and only then does he open his eyes and look up to see Thrawn's reaction.

"Yours. I'm yours." The words may be muffled, but he's sure Thrawn will understand.

"Yes, you are," Once he's finished, Thrawn pulls his cock out of Eli's mouth slowly, wanting to relish the slide of his lips on his length.

"Now then, take off the rest of your clothes and get on the bed." He can't help but slip into his command voice.

Eli levers himself to his feet again, stripping swiftly and with uncharacteristic sloppiness, dropping his clothes and boots on the floor before heading for the bed. On the one hand, it's a display of eagerness. On the other, it's disorderly, something Thrawn could use as an excuse to discipline him, if he's so inclined.

And from the glance he throws over his shoulder? That's entirely intentional.

Thrawn eyes the clothing, entirely getting Eli's meaning. Luckily, Thrawn's still in a possessive mood. He strips down as well, only he takes some time to fold his clothes and put them on a chair, making Eli wait in anticipation.

Once he's finished, he goes over to Eli and pushes him back onto the large bed that he was given. It will be ideal for what Thrawn has in mind. Climbing into bed himself, Thrawn's eyes bore into Eli, his hand gripping his jaw.

"Messiness is unbecoming of someone under my command, Eli."

"Is it, now?" Eli smirks, still at ease even with Thrawn giving him that intense look. The one that makes it perfectly clear who's in charge. He lays himself out on the bed and tries to tug Thrawn closer.

"Indeed," Thrawn allows Eli to draw him in, much in the same way that he'd let an opponent think that they have the upper hand in a battle. All so Thrawn can turn the tide and reveal that he was in control the entire time.

Gripping Eli's hair again, Thrawn tugs his head back, exposing his neck, so Thrawn can suck on his neck, leaving an angry purple mark there. He's at least kind enough to leave it below the collar-line.

"Aah!"

Eli doesn't struggle, holding Thrawn to him. He hasn't got the brain cells right now to consider where marks might possibly be, he's just glad to have them right now. Tomorrow, the next day, if anyone tries to get possessive of him, he'll know exactly who is in charge and be able to touch the bruises as a reminder.

One leg hooks around Thrawn's, entangling with him, their bodies pressed flush against one another.

Thrawn pulls his face away, leering down at Eli. Much as he wants to grind against his lover, he keeps his hips still for now. He wants to make Eli wait for it, until Thrawn deems him worthy of more.

A finger runs along Eli's jawline. "Tell me again who you belong to."

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"I'm yours, always yours. Your aide, your partner, your translator. Your human, and I damn well always will be."

His dark eyes meet Thrawn's red, as he grabs Thrawn's wrist and tries to tilt his head so he can suck on that finger playfully.

"Yes, you are mine. Ch'eo," He allows Eli to suck on his finger, eyes glittering. "No matter what, you will always be mine." While he's at it, he slides another finger into Eli's mouth. His other hand digs into Eli's thigh, like he's staking a claim on him even further.

Humans can't purr, but Eli lets out a low, throaty rumble that Thrawn can feel in those two fingers, a soft mmmm that approximates the same idea. There is nothing that feels so secure as being held tight and used. Nothing that makes him feel so worthy of being wanted.

When Thrawn first came to the Empire, he didn't expect to find affection with anyone. He especially never expected to find it outside his own species. Thrawn may look human, but then you get into the little details that reminds one that Thrawn's still an alien. Thrawn can't help but marvel that he and Eli's species look so similar, yet are undeniably different.

That Eli likes him too, and isn't put off by him being an alien, it makes Thrawn feel warm inside.

"You enjoyed having me in your mouth," It's not a question. Slowly, the fingers thrust in and out of Eli's lips, much as he'd done with his cock earlier. "You liked having me claim you that way."

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"Yeah."

Okay, that's more of a soft, muffled yeh around the fingers, as Eli sucks harder on them, lips closing more tightly.

How could he be put off by the alien nature of Thrawn, when the Chiss has become his lodestar, the center of his universe, the place all roads end and what his heart calls home?

"Good. Because I'm just getting started," Sliding his fingers out of Eli's mouth, Thrawn trails those fingers down Eli's leg, stopping near his ass.

"Tell me who you want, Eli."

"I want you. I want you to take me apart. Please. Please, Thrawn."

He's not ashamed to beg, his hips bucking slightly to try and get more of a physical reaction from Thrawn.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," He leans in and bites Eli's lip, before kissing him softly. All the while he reaches into the bedside table and pulls out a tube that he placed in there earlier, when they were first brought to the room before the party.

Because of course Thrawn brought lubricant, on the off chance that he and Eli felt like doing this very thing. He even had the foresight to put it within easy reach.

On the one hand: this level of foresight and planning is typical of Thrawn.

On another hand: is he really that fucking predictable? Okay, probably, yes.

On a third hand: he should have been the one to remember. What kind of aide is he?

And on the fourth and final hand of this sex-deity that is being worshipped here tonight, Eli literally wriggles with eager anticipation.

Thrawn smiles down at Eli, seeing how eager he is and relishing the sight. "Our host could never dream of seeing you like this. Nor could anyone other than me."

He squirts a couple of dabs of lube onto his fingers and reaches down to circle Eli's entrance, getting it nice and slick. His finger teases at Eli's opening, letting Eli squirm some more, making him wait for it, letting the anticipation build, before finally sliding it inside of him.

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