boxofmisfits | Cipher Nine and the Ambassador

It had been quite the adventure, but most of the crew had decided to go their separate ways. Kaliyo had left to pursue more bounties, Dr. Lokin had returned to his work, Ensign Temple had gone back to Hoth, and Scorpio hadn't felt like sticking around and hadn't told them where she was going. Only Vector had chosen to stay with the Agent. He could have returned to Alderaan, but he honestly couldn't imagine being anywhere but at Aden's side. He truly felt at home with the Agent. The hive would always be with him, no matter where he went or how far he was from them, and therefor there was no obligation to go back to his home planet.

The Agent gave him something more. Something the hive could not.

Vector found the ship to be oddly quiet without the others. He missed some of the conversations he'd had with the others. Dr. Lokin had some interesting things to say about culture and art. He roamed the ship, finding it awfully big for just two people and a droid.

He sat down on the couch, datapad in hand, to do some reading, even as his mind wasn't entirely focused on what he was reading.

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"Only longed?" He asked, unable to suppress a slight shiver as the other man moved to slide his shirt off, delightfully forward, and delightfully impatient. He liked that, after all. It was so different from how he usually was, and Aden adored it.

"Not fantasized about it?"

Still with the teasing- he couldn't help himself, even as he shuddered as Vector's lips trailed along his neck and shoulder, breath hitching slightly, another soft noise of complaint escaping him as Vector stepped back, though it was gone in a second, those intense red eyes watching with interest as he slid his shirt off.

"You're far more lovely than I am," He said, stepping closer again to lean up as though to kiss him, only to tilt his head slightly to the side to kiss the corner of his mouth, before trailing those gentle kisses along his jaw, "A more lovely man than you does not exist."

"Perhaps we have fantasized a little," Vector replied, a sly little smirk on his face. He tilted his head into the kisses, while his hand ran through the Chiss' blue hair. Such lovely blue hair. Everything about Aden was beautiful.

Vector trailed a hand along Aden's cheek, locking eyes with him. "Your skin is reminds us of the night sky over Alderaan. And your eyes, they are so beautiful. They sparkle like two rubies."

Vector suddenly got down on his knees, undoing Aden's trousers. "We wish to taste you."

Aden had had things he meant to say- he'd meant to ask what type of fantasies Vector had had about him, and he had meant to call him sappy for likening his skin to the night sky, his eyes to gems. Seeing him sinking down to his knees in front of him however, anything he'd meant to say slipped his mind.

He hissed a soft curse, fairly certain that this sight was akin to a religious experience.

"You're going to drive me insane at this rate, you know that, right?" He asked, voice soft and breathy as he reached to run his fingers through Vector's dark hair.

As if reading Aden's thoughts, Vector purred, "We have often fantasized about doing this to you. Tasting you, touching this part of you with our lips and taking you into our mouth."

Vector pulled out Aden's cock, marveling at it for a moment, just admiring the color. This wasn't the first time he'd done this, but it was certainly the first time he'd done this to a Chiss.

Leaning forward, Vector ran his lips along the shaft slowly, his lips just brushing along the length. He then kissed the tip in a way that could be considered chaste.

His breath hitched, that soft purr sending a shiver up his spine. Just that voice alone could be the end of him. When Vector ran his lips along his cock, such a light, teasing touch, he cursed under his breath in Cheuhn, running his fingers through the other man's hair again.

"Vector," He uttered softly, voice almost the normal sultry one, though it had an unusual impatience to it, more a desperate little plea than anything else, however much he tried to keep it under control.

He had teased the Joiner about being impatient, but it seemed he was hardly any better himself.

Vector kissed the tip again, this time a little more firmly, just to get the Chiss riled up a little more. That and he just liked the feel of the head against his lips.

Deciding that Aden had enough teasing, the Joiner wrapped his lips around the head, taking it into his mouth. Slowly, he slid down the shaft, lips caressing the length of flesh, going slowly, almost agonizingly so.

One of his hands went to Aden's waist, just resting there for now, while the other held the base of his cock.

Cipher Nine and the Ambassador

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