"We have longed to see you lain bare before us," Vector purred. His hands slid under the Chiss' shirt, sliding it off him slowly and exposing his body. Black eyes gazed down at his lover's body, his skin the loveliest shade of blue and his body lean.

"You are lovely." Vector leaned down to kiss Aden's neck, lips trailing along his shoulder, his hands resting on the other man's waist.

Vector only pulled away so he could unlace his own shirt and slide it off him. He had a little muscle on him, but didn't have a trace of a scar. His robes were surprisingly protective, it seemed.