Ninety Points

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II: Relieving Tension

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He stumbled out of the room and nearly collapsed on the floor, staggering away to the cafeteria so he could just sit for a while, assuming his throbbing ass would let him. The entire way he was mentally cursing himself and his compassion - sure, he now had thirty-five points under his belt, but he was damn sure the next one wouldn't be able to fuck him like this, so horribly sensitive and aching all over. And if they did, it would hurt. A lot. Especially if it was of the taller variety.

His dark pink eyes scanned the area anyway, situating himself on the bench with his ass poking out a bit so his sensitive little hole wouldn't be crammed up against the hard, unforgiving surface, leaning forward so the position wouldn't be so conspicuous. "That's a girl.. that's a tech.. that one's pretty ugly.. 'nother girl.." He murmured to himself, marking off Irken by Irken in his mind as he watched them go through the line and back out toward the tables with whatever inedible slop the place was serving today. "That one's a guard, doesn't count.."

"How goes the conquest?" A familiar voice asked, and he nearly fell out of his seat from the sudden shock, earning a chuckle from the voice.

"Thirty-five points," He replied, as Fox sat down in front of him, grinning his trademark grin. When the man opened his mouth to either ask who or just belittle him, Cade continued. "From Tallest Purple."

The other guard blinked, surprised. "How'd you manage that?"

"He's in heat." The boy frowned. "You oughta give me extra points for that, too - bastard wouldn't let me leave until he'd fucked me for three hours straight."

Fox just laughed. "No, just the thirty-five. Can't add points all willy-nilly."

"Bastard."

"Hey, now - you're the one who picked one of the biggest fish first, not me." He leaned across the table, lips only an inch apart. His tongue slid out to lick tauntingly at his lower lip, a hand trailing along his back, making him shudder. Even if the bastard didn't count, Cade was getting the mightiest urge to jump him, and Fox seemed to know it, chuckling deviously as he pulled away. "You're doin' great, kid .. just fifty-five points left. You can make that in five days, cant'cha?"

Cade frowned, momentary euphoria destroyed by the comment. "Wait.. you said I had a week."

The taller man just grinned his trademark grin, getting up and strolling casually to the line, leaving the boy staring at him in disbelief. Was he going to shave off two days for every fuck he got? Or did he just do that to be a dick? Most likely the second one. Bastard. Hopefully he wouldn't do it again - five days wasn't any better than a week, especially since he foresaw cramming a bunch of techies into them since the advisors would probably have nothing to do with him.

But there was always Tallest Red..

No, no - he'd gotten lucky on Purple. His co-Tallest would kill him, intentionally or otherwise. He couldn't risk it.

Cade groaned and let his head flop onto the table, not bothering to catch it on his arms, which hung in front of him under the table like limp noodles. The table smelled faintly of grease, and something else he didn't want to think about. His antennae twitched back and forth, little black pendulums that reflected the turmoil in his mind.

Maybe his standards were too high - everyone in this place was a good candidate, except the females and the guards. He just had to get over himself and grab the next guy that walks past, regardless of looks or how many points. He could hear all sorts of male voices chattering back and forth; he just had to bide his time until someone decided to sit at this mostly empty table with the kid that was either asleep, dead, or drunk, with his little ass poking out, legs spread wide, and wearing barely anything at all. Yep. He just had to wait.

After an agonizing hour or two - in reality it was a few minutes, at the most - he heard the sound of someone's tray plonking onto the other side of the table, and a rather gruff male voice grumbling incomprehensibly, most likely about him. For a while Cade just sat there and waited, antennae perked, trying to find out who it was.

"Nex told them, no tomato. He doesn't like tomato. They should know what he likes by now." The sound of something splattering onto the tray, probably the offending vegetable. "No, no, they give him LOTS of tomatoes, and laugh about him as he walks away." Another splat.

Advisor. Ten points. But would he be interested in him, considering his current state of rage?

Slowly Cade lifted his head off the table, supporting it with his noodle arms, and for a moment or two just watched Nex grumble and fidget with his food. When he finally noticed him, the boy just smiled, eyes half-lidded, looking surprisingly sensual - a practiced look, stolen straight from Fox. "You look pretty tense there, sir," He commented casually.

The look seemed to have the desired effect, as the other man blinked and nearly dropped the packet of ketchup he was fiddling with, quickly averting his eyes. "Nex has been feeling very stressed recently.." He admitted quietly, antennae flattening a little, as though he was ashamed of himself for saying it. "It's not his fault.."

"Maybe I could help you with that.. tension.." His eyes dipped below the table, meaningfully, quick enough that anyone else wouldn't have seen it.

This caused blood to rush to the man's face, and most likely somewhere else as well. He knew exactly what he meant; whether or not he really wanted it seemed to be the issue here. "Nex.. Nex would like that, but.." His voice trailed as he noticed the boy wasn't on the other side of the table anymore - he'd slipped under the table, swift and silent like a horny ninja despite the pain in his ass.

Cade crawled up to the hem of the advisor's robes and quickly pulled them up just enough to wriggle up inside, hands feeling along Nex's legs - they were covered by pants, a smart choice when one is basically wearing a dress - until his fingers brushed against the zipper. He smirked, slowly unzipping it, letting the man's member free, causing its owner to stifle a groan. "So much tension," He muttered, letting his fingers trail up the hardened length, getting a good idea of how big it was. Couldn't have one small-dicked man to play with, no, he's got to go for the big fish.. and actually, he sort of liked it that way.

Nex tried to stay calm and casual despite the soft little fingers rubbing along his dick, feeling the boy's head moving up between his thighs with the hands, easily concealed by his robes. A hot, wet little tongue teased against the tip, and another groan escaped him, muffled by clenched teeth. This was a public place - he liked to have these sorts of affairs in the privacy of a bedroom or even a broom closet if he was desperate.. here, anyone could be watching him and wondering why he kept twitching and whimpering and digging his claws into the table. Nevermind that they would assume what was happening was happening, but imagining a skanky little whore in the place of that cute little guard - he was allowed to think him cute, right? - and spreading all sorts of lies about him..

But he didn't want to stop him.. especially now that he could feel the tongue moving up and down and all around his private parts, hot breath against the sensitive skin, and then a hot, wet little mouth stretching around him, pulling him in as deep as it could go, soft little fingers stroking and rubbing where the mouth couldn't go..

"Having some problems there, Nex?" A cold male voice asked (in a posh British accent), and both Irkens nearly had a heart attack.

Nex glanced nervously up at Crim as the older male just waited, crimson eyes half-lidded and scornful. He should have known that bastard would be hanging around here - most likely bitching out the kitchen staff for the horrible food. A million things ran through his mind, grasping for a good explanation for why he was blushing, panting, twitching and sweating.. the mouth still around his dick didn't help, but at least the boy had had the presence of mind to stay still.

"N-no, Nex is just.." Swallowing thickly, hoping the bastard would believe it. "Having.. cramps. In the bad place. Yes. Very serious, hurts him very much."

Crim's eyes narrowed a bit, but thankfully he didn't try to see if that's REALLY what the problem was. "Uh-huh." Cade shifted, and Nex winced - the boy's teeth had scraped one of the rings. "You should probably see a medical professional about that. I advise bedrest if the.. 'cramps' return." Then he grunted and stalked away, most likely trying to cleanse his mind as to not read into what he'd just said.

Once he was sure the head advisor was truly gone - and after sticking his tongue out at his retreating back like a two year old - Nex chanced a hand down to where the boy's shoulder was poking up against the robes a bit, gently squeezing it to tell him to go back to what he was doing as he wasn't sure if anyone was listening, or he'd tell him outright. Cade obediently resumed sucking and licking, bobbing his head along the length, and the poor bastard was back to groaning and convulsing, gripping the edge of the table and letting his head fall back, eyes closed as he focused every thought on that mouth and hand on his dick, enhancing the sensation. He'd even started to roll his hips a little into it, making sure he didn't choke the boy as he did, who started to move faster and harder, sending pleasure rocketing through Nex's body.

The dick in Cade's mouth was starting to throb harder, indicating it wouldn't be long before his victim busted a nut, and so he worked even harder and faster, growling softly around the member - he didn't usually do that, but it seemed fitting - his hands rubbing all over what his mouth couldn't get as well as his thighs and even back toward his hole, just in between in that sensitive spot. He heard a whimper, then a sharp, almost wounded cry accompanied a hot burst of liquid into his mouth. He had trouble swallowing it all, and some dribbled down his chin.. it tasted vaguely fruity.

The boy slowly eased the softening dick out of his mouth and gently licked it clean after wiping off what had dribbled, pulling his hands away from the other's sensitive spots in order to put the cock back and zip his pants up. He then slipped out of Nex's robes and scampered out of the cafeteria, leaving the poor bastard dazed and wondering if that had happened at all, as he was alone when he finally opened his eyes. But his body was still weak and sensitive, so it must have..

.. he decided then that the next time he saw that little guard, whatever they did would be on HIS terms.. and the kid wasn't entirely guaranteed to like it.

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His ass ached a bit less now, but he'd started to wonder.. did oral sex count? Should he have ridden that guy as well? If it didn't, that was ten points down the drain, and it was highly unlikely the poor bastard would let him try again.. he hadn't sounded too pleased with him doing that to him, even if he didn't stop him..

A wry smirk crossed his normally soft features, turning down another corridor. Apparently Fox was trying to turn him into a rapist through this. As long as he got his promotion, he'd be a rapist. It wasn't as if he was really hurting anyone by doing this, and considering what they did to Argo on an almost daily basis, these people would love him "raping" them, assuming they noticed him. Goddamn freakishly tall Irkens. Or was he just freakishly short?

Regardless, he had to know whether or not that counted. He was sure he wouldn't be able to concentrate on the next one if he never found out.. hell, what if he sucked off Red and then found out that didn't count either?

So rather than hunting down prospective partners, he was hunting for Fox, careful to avoid any other guard that came his way. They may have known he was playing this game, but that probably wouldn't stop them from fucking him blind if they caught sight of him, and they didn't count. He made sure to flash prospective victims that sweetly sexual look as he passed them anyhow, so maybe they would come to him later rather than him catching them.

After a long while of searching, he realized he had no idea where to start to look. No one knew where that bastard was stationed; he just wandered into the breakroom from time to time, like a stray cat, and once he got his fill of food and sex, he wandered away, never to be seen again until the next time he decided to show up.

Made Cade wonder if they had tracking devices on this ship, so he could stick one to the guy's ass and find out where he was going all this time.

The hallway was empty of guards and other people alike, leaving the boy all alone in his search with his aching feet and throbbing ass, and so he sighed and wandered into what appeared to be the storage bay, or one of them, climbing up on top of some boxes of god only knows what to lie down. He'd planned on taking a brief nap, in the hopes that his body would recuperate and he could take down more people rather than just one big one.

The air in here was cool and smelled of dust and, faintly, donuts, the only sound the soft drone of a fan somewhere on the wall. It was a calming place, no one around to hurt him or take advantage of him, just him, these boxes, and that fan. A soft, comforted smile tugged at his lips, propping his head on an arm as a makeshift pillow, allowing himself to relax. He could almost forget about that stupid point game, lying there and listening to the fan.. his eyelids fluttered, feeling sleep starting to fall over him like a comforting blanket, mind totally empty of all those nagging thoughts of earlier..

"Aww, is the puppy taking a break?"

Damn him.

Cade's eyes opened, narrowed, and fixed on the bastard in question, otherwise not moving from the spot, issuing an annoyed growl. "What, I can't even have a nap without you breathin' down my neck?"

Fox just grinned and casually strode toward the box and the little Irken lying on it, propping his hands on the side to hunch over him like an annoying, smirking gargoyle."You ain't got much time left, why would you wanna waste it on a nap, of all things?" He asked, voice tinged with amusement.

"Cause I'm tired and I hurt all over, okay? I thought maybe I'd be more up to fucking the entire ship if I got some sleep first." Cade had the urge to turn away, but didn't want to expose his back to the man, where he couldn't see what he was up to, so he just scowled up at him. "I'm not a sex machine, and I don't want to end up bleedin' by the end of this 'cause I didn't stop to let my butt heal."

The man leaned closer, a familiar predatory look in his eye. "Maybe I could help you with that."

The tone of his voice sent a shiver down the boy's spine. He had a pretty good idea of what he meant, and it was hard to keep glowering him down with the thoughts of 'special healing' fluttering about in his no longer Zen-infused mind. He clenched his legs closed, just in case - the motion brought his slowly stirring member to both of their attentions, and he blushed hard, trying desperately to continue glaring up at him.

"I-I don't need your help." He stammered, antennae flattening. "Just.. just go bone the other guys for a while and lemme sleep, okay?"

Fox's grin widened. "Your mouth says no, but your body's sayin' yes.."

Cade opened his mouth to retort that that was exactly what a rapist WOULD say, but once again the taller man took advantage of it, locking their lips in a hot, dangerously passionate kiss. He tried to push him away, tried not to succumb to it, but the effort was futile and so he melted into it, eyes closed as he drank in the feeling of the other's tongue lazily rolling about in his small mouth, entwining with his own.. he felt the other's large hands moving him so that he was lying on his back rather than his side, one of them crawling up his shirt, the other moving down toward his shorts, slowly, lazily, as though they had all the time in the world.

His mind screamed at him to fight him, to stop lying back and letting him do this, but his body lay limp and docile under those hands, not even a kick as he felt them unfasten his shorts and slowly tug them down and eventually off, leaving his lower half utterly exposed once again. His little dick was throbbing, aching to feel those hands on it, but they just stroked and rubbed at the base, teasing him as they spread his legs apart. The other's mouth let go of his as the hands went to expertly stroking and rubbing at his antennae, and he felt that lazy tongue trailing down his neck, lapping at his collarbone, then his chest.. then down his stomach.. very slow and sensual, making him shudder..

"Nn.." He tried, but that's all he could manage of the word 'no' as his body was assaulted with pleasure, and he gasped out as he felt the tongue moving up the length of his throbbing member, lapping all around it, the mouth that owned it nibbling at the rings - something he thought would hurt, but was intoxicatingly erotic. Then he felt Fox's mouth pulling it in, engulfing it, lips pressed up against his belly, tongue roving all over it before starting to suck, slowly, the sensation causing a moan to tear out of his throat, head dropping back against the hands still stroking his antennae.

The pleasure built up, slowly, as the other's sucking started to get a little faster, moving his head up and down along the length, and Cade arched his back up into it, too weak to start trying to thrust up into the mouth like his last victim had done with him, his little dick throbbing harder against the man's hot, wet tongue..

Then the other's mouth slid off his parts, lapping at the base before trailing his tongue down, in between his dick and his sensitive little hole, and even before it finally moved down there, the muscles clenched in anticipation, shuddering at the hot breath against his most sensitive spots. The tongue lazily trailed down to his entrance, probing and pressing up against it, sending little sparks of pleasure and pain up through his body, making him groan and arch his back further. He bit back a soft cry as he felt it push inside of him, rubbing up against his abused walls, surprisingly soothing as it made his insides slick and wet.

It wriggled in as deep as it could go, Fox's face buried tightly against his groin to push it just a bit deeper. The tip brushed up against the little nub inside him, and he whimpered at the jolt of pleasure.. so naturally the tongue started pressing and lapping up against the nub as well as it could while it "thrusted" back and forth inside him, hands no longer rubbing at his antennae and instead rubbing his dick in time with the "thrusts", drowning him in pleasure. His throat was alive with all sorts of sounds, claws digging into the box as he rocked his hips helplessly up against all the sensations, which steadily grew faster and harder the more he rocked..

Eventually it became too much for him to handle, and he cried out, violently convulsing as his throbbing dick sprayed the man's hands and head in hot, sticky fluid. He slumped back with a soft, exhausted whimper, legs splayed out, feeling the tongue tease at that little nub a bit more before finally pulling out to clean him up, and when he finally opened his eyes, Fox's grinning face was hovering over his, eyes speaking of all sorts of naughty things he'd do to him later once the game was done.

"Feel better now?" He drawled, kissing him again while he was still too weak to resist. Short and sweet, and still mind-numbingly powerful.

The boy just limply nodded, shivering as the post-sex warmth started to dissipate and left his wet, sticky body vulnerable to the cool air of the storage bay. Damn him. Thrice damn him. But at least now he could take his nap - he was already far more exhausted than he'd been when he'd come in. Fox turned to leave him there, and he remembered he was supposed to ask him something.

"W-wait.." He said, weakly, and the man stopped to glance over his shoulder at him. "Does oral sex count, or just riding 'em?"

Fox frowned in contemplation, forcing the boy to wait for a full two minutes before his trademark grin returned, and Cade had a feeling he wasn't going to like the answer. "Mm.. half-credit. Riding 'em gives ya full credit, 'cause they gotta be conscious for that."

Before Cade could protest, the man was gone, back to whatever depths of hell he lurked in during the day.

Half-credit? That meant Nex only counted for five instead of the full ten. Five points weren't worth bean turds - he'd have to find the poor bastard and get him to let him ride him if he wanted the full worth. And he needed all the points he could get. His heart sank, dreading what was sure to be a long and painful process, considering how the man had felt about him before.

But there was always the other advisors..