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Vector Hyllus ([personal profile] killikambassador) wrote in [community profile] boxofmisfits2019-07-16 08:44 pm

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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[personal profile] stabgremlin 2019-10-26 09:41 am (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] stabgremlin 2019-11-05 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
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.