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It's Not a Software Glitch

Sometimes the crew of the Chimaera figured that high command sent them on missions to the Unknown Region just so they didn't have to acknowledge the alien Grand Admiral for a while. Thrawn just took such assignments in stride. Scouts had reported the discovery of a backwater planet near the Unknown Region, and their reports sounded rather strange. A world host to many different native sapient races, able to do strange things that science couldn't explain, which hadn't become space-faring or even technologically caught up to most of the galaxy.

Thrawn was to send a camera crew down to film the planet, both as intel and as potential propaganda material. 'See what these people are going through and how nice would it be if the Empire helped them?' and all that. Thus the Chimaera had taken residence over a large city, later identified as Baldur's Gate, much to the citizens' horror and awe. Apparently their world was no stranger to invaders from another realm.

It was during one of these filming sessions that the crew ran into a rather odd glitch. They filmed a small group of seven people, but only six were showing up on the camera. They could see the man with their own eyes, he was right there, and yet no matter what, he just wasn't showing up on camera. Immediately the group had gone to the tavern where they were staying and reported this to Thrawn. The only explanation was that it was a software glitch, unlike anything they'd seen before. That explanation didn't satisfy Thrawn.

Curiosity immediately piqued, Thrawn asked for a description of the man and the location of where they'd captured the footage, and off he went. He had a pair of Death Troopers, in civilian clothes, nearby just in case, and Thrawn himself wore a hood and sunglasses, which did little to hide his alien features.

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It had been so long, perhaps Thrawn had made himself forget just how good it could feel to engage in his lusts with another man. Had he been like this with previous lovers? Or had he gotten more quiet and reserved in bed as he and his previous boyfriends engaged in sex more often? Would he be more quite and stoic if he and Astarion had sex again?

Perhaps he was more touch-starved than he liked to admit. Or perhaps he was tired of being lonely. And he had been lonely, no matter how much he tried to tell himself that he wasn't.

He moaned softly as Astarion toyed with his balls, making him even more aroused. As his lover went for his neck, Thrawn gasped softly.

"I don't suppose you have any lubrication on hand?"

Definitely touch-starved, Astarion thought. But it was pleasing how quickly Thrawn's body responded to his touches. The way he could feel his cock straining against his underwear, the tension in his muscles. The quickened breathing and the way Astarion could hear the pounding of his heart, feel the beat of his pulse beneath his lips as he kissed at his neck, working his teeth over blue skin until he left a mark there.

He wasn't unaffected either- his own cock full and twitching and leaking precum, his breathing heavier.

Pulling back from the other man's neck with a drag of his slick tongue over where he'd just nipped, his arousal was likely clearer to see- desire clear in those red eyes.

"Mm, over there, darling- Bedside table-" He hummed, moving the hand that had been at Thrawn's side to gesture toward the drawer on the bedside table where there would be a glass bottle with lubrication. Considering the room they were in, it was always a complimentary inclusion.

Astarion liked the lubrication they used at Sharess' Caress more, but neither of them could really complain all things considered.

"You're sure you want me like this, by the way? We could trade places again."

It had been a while since Astarion had bottomed for anyone- not usually what people who slept with him were looking for. Though he didn't mind.

Thrawn gasped softly at those teeth, noting that they felt rather sharp. It also occurred to him in the back of his mind that Astarion had always smiled in such a way that didn't reveal too many teeth. Of course, tieflings and githyanki also had pointed teeth, so perhaps it wasn't unheard of among elves either.

Logical thought fled at the feel of teeth and tongue again, meeting Astarion's eyes. "I want you like this, yes. I think you'll find that you'll enjoy it." He'd noticed Astarion's interest in his alien genitals.

Reaching for the drawer, Thrawn pulled out the oil and set it on top of the bedside table for now. Reaching down, he finally relieved himself of his underwear, wriggling around a little as he got them off and tossed them aside with the rest of his clothes. Taking the oil again, Thrawn coated two of his fingers, then pushed Astarion's legs apart with his thigh.

Eyes glittering, he remained focused on Astarion's face as he gently prodded his entrance, coating it with a fine layer of oil. Once he was satisfied, he gently slid his finger in, one knuckle at a time.

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"Confident. I like it."

Of course Astarion had been with people who were confident like that- who were certain that he'd enjoy himself, only to be so lackluster and incapable of pleasing another person that he'd had to turn on his best theatrics to make them think he was having a good time. But he'd also met a few individuals who could actually back up their claims.

Which type Thrawn was was something he'd find out shortly, he supposed.

He allowed the other man to push his legs apart, shifting obediently on the bed. He breathed in sharply as fingers brushed over his entrance, though he didn't remain idle- hands now roaming over Thrawn's sides, to his hips, his thighs- gently dragging his nails over his skin. His fingers dug into Thrawn's thighs slightly as the other man slid a finger inside of him- the feeling of the digit pushing into him making his muscles tense slightly and his cock twitched where it curved up toward his stomach, coaxing another few beads of precum out- the pale white liquid pooling just beneath his navel.

Astarion's head tilted back slightly, letting out a pleased little sigh- the angle giving the clearest look at those sharp teeth of his yet.

"Mmh-"

That was quite possibly the loudest he had gotten so far.

Thrawn may have been out of practice, but he remembered how to please a man. A sly smirk crossed his lips as he finally got a good look at all of Astarion's teeth, spotting the fangs. Just as he suspected. What that implied, he could only speculate.

He began thrusting his finger, warming Astarion up, still watching his face for any signs that his lover was in pain. His body shuddered as Astarion's fingers raked at him, possibly leaving marks. The hand not inside Astarion went to his stomach, swirling a finger through the precum.

Another finger entered Astarion and began to scissor, opening the other man up.

"My, but you are lovely like this."

His breath hitched slightly as a second finger slipped inside of him, briefly squeezing around them before willing himself to relax and let Thrawn stretch him out. The muscles of his stomach also briefly tensed, and more precum spilled from him and over the other man's fingers as he dragged his fingers across the slick that had already pooled there on his pale skin.

"And here I thought I'd been lovely since the moment you laid eyes on me," Astarion hummed, lifting his head again so that he could look up at him with a distinct look of desire now present in those red eyes, lips curled into a playful but seductive smile. His hands were still moving over the other man even as he spoke- squeezing at his thighs, his hips, his sides.

Moving so that he wouldn't shift his hips too much, he propped himself up so that he could kiss at Thrawn's neck again- nipping at his collarbone, his throat, over his pulse, beneath his ear. Anywhere likely to be sensitive.

Astarion was old enough and experienced enough to give as good as he got.

"Oh you were," Thrawn replied. "Seeing you in the grip of bliss only enhances your loveliness." Even out of practice, Thrawn could turn on the sweet talk.

He tilted his head back, so Astarion could have better access to his neck, wondering what it would feel like to get bitten by those teeth. Would Astarion bite hard enough to draw blood? In the back of his mind, he made the connection between Astarion's fangs and the scars to the other man's neck. Later, he would ask about that.

Removing his fingers, Thrawn slicked himself up and lined his cock up with Astarion's entrance, keeping his other hand on the man's thigh. He prodded his lover a few times, spreading the oil a little, before sliding into him with a moan.

"Mm, had it not been for the fact that you actually had to come in person to lay eyes on me, I'd ask if you'd been rehearsing that line."

He sighed softly as Thrawn pulled his fingers out, obediently shifting to assist Thrawn as he lined himself up- body tensing slightly as the other man's hips pressed forward and he breathed in through his nose as Thrawn's cock slid into him. letting the breath back out in a hissing sigh. Each ridge along the underside of that alien cock felt like it was catching slightly on his sensitive entrance, before continuing forward, the sensation making him shiver and tense.

"Mmph-"

Thrawn was slightly bigger than Astarion had assumed too, leaving him panting softly against his skin, though he was still mouthing at his neck and teasing slightly with gentle nips that didn't quite become bites. Much as he might be tempted to.

"The moonstones on that goblet really did match your hair well, as did the rubies with your eyes."

He felt Astarion tense at the penetration and paused once he was inside him, letting the elf get used to him. Based on his earlier actions once they were alone, and the way he reacted to this, Thrawn was correct in his assumption that Astarion didn't bottom very often. He would have to make it feel extra good then.

Feeling the teeth on his neck again, Thrawn whispered. "Bite me."

Foolish perhaps, but Thrawn was feeling kinky, having not let himself indulge in this for so long.

Though he didn't mention it or even indicate it with his body language or expression, Astarion appreciated that Thrawn paused as he sheathed himself all the way inside him. Astarion didn't mind bottoming, but that wasn't what most people looked for with him and so it had been a while since someone had been inside him.

The stretch was slightly painful and he felt full, but as he relaxed that slight painful stretch gave way to pleasure- his breath coming quick and hot against Thrawn's skin. His breath hitched then and he twitched around the cock inside him, tightening around it as a shudder worked its way down his spine at that whisper, and his fingers dug into Thrawn's flesh, more than likely hard enough to leave bruises along his hips.

Gods he wanted to.

He wanted to bite. Wanted to taste the alien blood that flowed through those veins.

"Mm, biting's for the second date, darling," He purred, as though the thought hadn't brought more of a flush to that pale face of his than everything else that they'd done so far, a tinge of pink coloring even those pretty pointed ears, "I'll mark up this pretty neck of yours as much as you want though."

Thrawn hissed softly as Astarion dug into his thighs, again noticing just how strong he was for someone so skinny. The bruises would be hidden under his pants, so he didn't mind. That Astarion wasn't just laying there and taking it was very appealing.

"Then we will have to have a second date, then," Thrawn whispered with more dry wit. He pulled his head away slightly so he could smile down at his lover. "Keep it below the collar, if you please."

He shuddered as Astarion tightened around him, waiting until the elf's body got used to the stretch, before carefully pulling out halfway, only to thrust back in. He started slow and gentle, just warming them both up at first. Curiously, his finger traced the pointed tip of one of Astarion's ears.

"Promises, promises. Though if we do go on a second date, you'd better bring me a gift," Astarion hummed, lips curling into a smirk that was somewhat undercut by the flush over that pale skin of his. Something from the stars could be sold for a pretty penny if nothing else- and Astarion was nothing if not opportunistic.

Another shiver went through him as Thrawn traced a finger along his ear, tilting into the touch slightly. His ears were rather sensitive to the touch though Astarion could not remember the last time anyone had touched them- usually his partners were happier to lay back and let him be in control.

"Mm, as you wish," He hummed- kisses trailing lower to avoid leaving any marks where they would be visible. A little prudish, perhaps, but perhaps Thrawn was just from that sort of culture. The kind that was happy to indulge in sex but also preferred to hide it all away behind closed doors.

Even so, he wouldn't do anything to him that Thrawn didn't want, and was happy to busy his mouth with kisses and nips that trailed down along his throat, to his collarbone, leaving blue skin stained with purple love bites that he soothed with his tongue.

As Thrawn began moving, he moved his legs to wrap around his waist, one hand leaving Thrawn so that he could reach back to brace himself against the headboard of the bed and push himself down on Thrawn's cock in time with his thrusts- happy to keep the slow pace for now, though the way he moved would force him in deeper.

With his legs now around the other man, he could move his free hand up- long fingers winding into dark hair and using his grip to make the other man tilt his head to give him more access to that very lovely neck.

Much like he had been, he was also still rather quiet- breath coming in short, pleasured little gasps- though the way he shuddered was a clear indicator of how he felt- along with more precum pooling on his stomach with each move.

"I can certainly do that," Thrawn promised. After seeing Astarion purchase that jewel-encrusted goblet and getting an idea of what kind of art he favored, Thrawn had a general idea of what he would like in a gift. Even if Astarion ended up just selling it, it was the gesture that counted.

He sighed softly as Astarion made use of his mouth, leaving marks on blue skin, making the Chiss flush purple. Noticing how Astarion reacted to having his ear touched, Thrawn ran his finger down the point, towards his lobe. His free hand traced circles around his nipple.

With Astarion thrusting back, Thrawn began moving faster, increasing the friction and stroking his lover from the inside.

"It's- mm- a deal, my sweet," Astarion breathed, since a gift from beyond the stars was certainly enough of a perk up front for him to want them to meet again. Anything more than that could come later- assuming things worked out, Astarion had all the time in the world.

A shudder raced down his spine as the other man traced his finger down along his ear, a slight red flush coloring his pale white almost pearlescent skin, and he arched his back to push up into the hand toying with his nipple, the nub hardening beneath Thrawn's touch- his soft gasps indicating that he was sensitive there as well.

However good the touch felt however, he was as focused on Thrawn's pleasure as Thrawn was on his- pushing himself down on his cock, thighs squeezing around his hips as he used his legs to pull him in- the slap of Thrawn's hips against his backside and the bed rattling against the wall with each motion almost obscenely loud- certainly heard throughout the tavern, though likely blending in with the chatter and clatter of people coming and going.

Louder still to Astarion though was the beat of Thrawn's heart, the rush of blood through his veins, his mouth trailing up toward where he could feel his pulse racing under that cool blue skin, teasing the spot with teeth and tongue though careful to not leave any marks, even as his fingers tightened their hold on dark strands.

"Harder-"

Thrawn took note of the way Astarion reacted to his touch, and circled the nipple again before pinching it, then did the same to the other one.

Perhaps he should have been more concerned about the noise they were making, with the Death Troopers right outside, hearing their primary doing this. Nevermind the patrons who could certainly hear the creaking of the bed. It would cause a bit of a scandal if word of this got out. Somehow that just made it more exciting.

He hissed as Astarion tugged on his hair, an oddly reptilian sound, and did as he was asked, thrusting harder into Astarion. The other man was deceptively strong, and Thrawn knew he could take it.

He gazed down at his lover. "Your skin seems to shimmer like pearls... you truly are a living work of art."

Astarion groaned and hissed at the pinch to his nipple, arching up into the touch more, the motion shifting Thrawn inside him a little- pulling a louder noise from him, a loud little ah-! in response to how the ridges along the underside of his cock dragged over his entrance. The feeling was positively alien but definitely good, and his own cock twitched in response to the feeling, sending another spatter of precum spilling over his pale stomach.

The sound of that hiss brought a little smirk to his face, fingers tightening further in those dark silky strands before releasing and brushing along his scalp to soothe the sting, touch feather-light.

"Where was that sweet talk when you were going on about my curls earlier, hm?" He asked, voice decidedly breathier though still with a certain calculated seductiveness, words coming through soft gasps each time Thrawn thrust into him, red eyes dark with lust as he looked up at the other man though long lashes, "I far prefer being told I'm- mm- beautiful-"

The hand in Thrawn's hair moved- leaving him entirely to reach between them to wrap around his own cock- feeling the need for stimulation there and apparently content to do that for himself rather than ask the other man to touch him- though he certainly wouldn't resist should Thrawn wish to take over that task.

"Mm... perhaps seeing you laid bare before me helped..." Thrawn still thought the curls were an attractive feature, accenting his ears and framing his lovely face rather well. Perhaps the comparison to art had also been one of the reasons Thrawn had allowed Astarion to seduce him.

Seeing where the man's hand went, Thrawn took his wrist and pinned it down next to his head on the pillow. He took over, wrapping long fingers around Astarion's cock, slicking it up with precum, and stroking it at an even pace. All the while he kept thrusting hard and fast into him, alternating between gasps and moans.

"You like how I feel, don't you?"

Astarion's eyes briefly flicked to his hand as Thrawn pinned him down by the wrist, though he was quick to turn his attention back to him- a shiver racing down his spine as the other man's fingers wrapped around his cock, sending a rush of pleasure through him and making the muscles of his stomach contract and his legs twitched and then squeezed tighter around him as he let out a pleasured sigh.

"Mm- I could ask the same of you," He purred, definitely liking the feel, but deciding that he didn't want to give him the satisfaction so easily. Lust-darkened eyes and white porcelain-like skin dusted with a red flush likely told him enough, so he felt like Thrawn should have to work a little harder to get the reward of hearing him say it, "You seem to be liking how I feel quite a bit, darling-"

To punctuate that, he clenched around him- squeezing tighter around his cock. Idly pondering whether he'd be rewarded with another hiss- or perhaps a curse.

Even lost in pleasure, Astarion still had it in him to regain some dominance. Thrawn liked this one a lot. Rational thought left him for a moment as Astarion clenched around him, and Astarion was lucky enough that Thrawn hissed in response, and then followed it up with a curse in Cheunh.

If that was how the elf wanted to play it... "Indeed I do. You take me so well," He purred. "But I have the sense that you rather like my ridges. They must be quite exotic to you."

He shifted his hips, looking for Astarion's sweet spot, assuming that elves had them too.

"They are certainly-" Astarion began, apparently happy to keep quipping even though his voice had gone decidedly breathier and he was speaking through soft little gasps, though cut himself off as Thrawn shifted- the new angle hitting that spot inside of him and along with the way those ridges raked over his sensitive rim pushing him over the edge before he even quite registered that he'd even been so close to it.

His mouth fell open as he let out a strangled cry of pleasure, back arching and his head tilting back as his eyes closed, the hand still holding onto the headboard tightening until he could swear he felt the wood almost giving away and cracking beneath his fingers as he tightened and spasmed around the cock inside him and spilled himself into Thrawn's hand- using his legs to keep him buried inside him, thighs squeezing tightly around the other man's hips.

"Fuck-!"

Astarion swore he could see stars and colors dancing at the edges of his vision as he opened his eyes to look up at the man- like he'd been hit with a color spray spell- breathing uneven from the little rushes of pleasure still racing up his spine leaving him still twitching and tightening around the other man- though he could at least shift his legs around him to let him move again.

Thrawn smiled with satisfaction as he saw and felt Astarion climax first, pleased that he'd brought the elf to completion. He then let his mind drift into a lustful haze, losing himself inside Astarion, thrusting even harder into him, mind going blank. As his orgasm hit him, his vision went white and he cursed in Cheunh again. For the moment, there was just the two of them, with the rest of the galaxy nonexistent.

As he came back down, he gazed down at Astarion, eyes glittering. He wasn't sure if he'd ever come that hard before. It was bliss.

Long fingers ran through Astarion's hair, feeling his curls, as he leaned in to kiss the elf. "You were... breathtaking," He whispered against Astarion's lips.

Thrawn losing himself in him kept pulling soft keens and yelps from him as he was fucked through the over-sensitive aftermath of his orgasm, still a shivering and shaking mess as Thrawn finally buried himself to the hilt and spilled inside of him, giving him a chance to finally catch his breath.

He released his hold on the headboard- conveniently ignoring the fact that he could see that he'd left indentations on the underside of the wood from his fingernails- to reach up and brush strands of black hair that had come loose back from the other man's face.

The look on his face was one of satisfaction, though his eyes were quick to regain the glimmer of playfulness they'd held before, along with the smirk playing on those perfectly shaped lips as Thrawn kissed him, "It was certainly satisfactory. The way you lost yourself in me so completely."

"Perhaps it was the thrill of being with another species," Thrawn mused, logic returning to him. "Or years of pent up needs. Or perhaps I simply find myself drawn towards you. Either way, I must say that you left me more satisfied than any previous partner."

Thrawn made no move to pull out right away, savoring the feeling of just being inside Astarion, even as his cock began to go flaccid. His hand finally let go of Astarion's cock, and he examined the semen covering it. Feeling suddenly naughty, he licked a little bit of it off his palm. Interesting taste.

The find over found was interesting. They'd slept together, after all. Most people who slept with him were done with the finding part of being drawn to him at this point, unless Astarion made the effort to keep them with him. To lure them.

But he wasn't really doing that here. Not yet, at any rate.

"Yes, I do think the entire building knows how satisfied I've left you, darling," He hummed, brows raising at the way he licked the cum off of his palm. If he was in the mood to do that, then Astarion was more than happy to play ball- taking Thrawn's hand to clean every drop of his own cum off of him, tongue laving over long fingers and soft lips pressing to the tips of them- holding his gaze as he worked- letting go once he was done and reaching to pull him down into a kiss, slipping his tongue into his mouth.

It was certainly a better way of getting a taste after all.

When Thrawn found something, or someone, he liked, he wasn't so keen to let them slip away. If the Empire was planning to establish a foothold within this world, it would give Thrawn a convenient excuse to keep visiting Astarion. He hadn't allowed himself to have much of a personal life since he'd come to the Empire.

"Perhaps we can introduce the innkeeper to the concept of sound-proofing." His mouth suddenly went dry as Astarion licked his hand clean, shuddering as that tongue laved over his palm and fingers. As they kissed, and Thrawn tasted the other man's cum, his cock stirred slightly.

Breaking the kiss, Thrawn whispered, "If you keep this up, I doubt either of us will be able to walk tomorrow."

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