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Black Beetle x You	By : Black-Beetle-Writer Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Young Justice Views: 2156 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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You trembled hard against Dawur's solid chest, exhaustion threatening to overtake you as he held you tight against him, riding out your orgasms together. Your entire body hurt, especially your aching cunt and jaw, and bruises were starting to form on your hips, neck, shoulders, and breasts where he had bit and held you during your rough sex. When he had said he would push you to your limit, he really meant it. You had been fucked hard for nearly two hours now. Against the wall, on the floor, and several times on the crate that you two were resting on top of currently. At some point during your intense romp, you had stripped your shirt off to give him access to your soft breasts. He had taken great delight in tweaking and nipping your nipples while he pumped into you, assaulting your mind with strong, conflicting feelings of pain and pleasure that only served to enhance the entire experience.
You had to give your abused pussy a short break at one point, so you had gotten down on your knees and pleasured him with your mouth for a short while, but he did not allow you to service him for long and had been quite rough, showing no mercy as he fucked your throat. Apparently after your lengthy time apart he had wanted to be inside you as much as possible. The Reach warrior had godly stamina. It was amazing you had lasted this long. His huge cock pulsed one more time inside you, depositing the last of his seed deep in your cunt. To say that you were dripping wet would be a massive understatement. Dawur had taken you again and again, marking you as his every time he climaxed within you, growling his claim into your ear. The pure mental and physical dominance he exerted over you was beyond description. You loved every second of it.
"That was long overdue," he murmured huskily, nuzzling into your hair, catching his breath as he came down from his latest orgasm. You whimpered softly, feeling completely worn out, unable to form words. He chuckled, his large cock shifting slightly inside you, making you gasp as he twitched against your sensitive walls. "I'm impressed, Meat. You managed to keep up with me."
You smiled at the praise, happy that you had pleased him. Snuggling closer to him, you hummed in satisfaction. He allowed you to cuddle with him for a brief moment before withdrawing his cock from you and carefully pushing you off. Despite your whine of protest, it was a good thing he didn't let you stay on his lap for too long. You had been very close to nodding off, and the next patrol was due to come by this room soon. The black scarab armor covered the exposed areas of his chest and shoulders once again, hiding the scratch marks you had left on him. Wincing while you put on your clothes and equipped your swords again, you finally recovered enough to say the only thing that was on your mind that summed up the entire ordeal, "That was fantastic."
A smirk spread across his handsome face, revealing a sharp white canine, and his red eyes darkened in male pleasure at your compliment. "Mmm..." he replied, standing up and looking down at you, inspecting your disheveled appearance with lazy interest, "Go clean yourself up."
You were a little bit jealous he could bounce back from that much sex so fast, but he did have many advantages over you. Settling for just being happy that you had kept up, you picked up your mask that he had tossed aside earlier and put it on again, adjusting it slightly until it was comfortable. You motioned to the traces of wetness on the crate and floor, evidence of your lengthy coupling. "What about this mess?"
"I will take care of it," he said, glancing in the direction you pointed out, before looking back at you. Amusement danced in his eyes as you swayed a bit, feeling beyond tired. He tilted his head, his smirk widening, and teased, "Do you need me to carry you?"
The image of snuggling up in his arms while he carried you to your room was very appealing to you, given your mental and physical state at the moment. You were unsure of your ability to walk that far, feeling like you could pass out any second, but you refused to give in to your exhaustion in front of him. You were not weak. "As tempting as that is, I think I can manage," you replied, knowing immediately that you had made the right choice, give the gleam of approval that had appeared in his eyes. "See you later."
He nodded and shooed you away, watching as you walked carefully out of the room, aware of the soreness throughout your entire body. The door slid shut behind you and you placed a hand against the wall for support, leaning your weight on it for a few seconds, preparing to make the journey to your room. Drawing yourself together, you started forward, minimizing the amount of limping in your steps to the best of your ability. You traveled past a few guards on patrol and none of them made any comments, so you figured you were successfully hiding your pain. Leaving the wide hallways that spanned the majority of the ship, you turned into a connecting area, the walls built much closer together. Your room was not far into the living quarters, and you did not run into anyone else.
Placing your hand on the keypad programmed to your touch, you opened the door and stumbled inside, leaning back heavily against the door once it had closed shut. A wave of dizziness hit you and you began to strip, removing your weapons and clothes with trembling hands and dropping them carelessly on the floor. You limped towards the bed and collapsed on top of it, completely naked. You realized you had forgotten to turn the lights off. Reaching a hand futilely towards the switch across the room, willing it to press itself with all your might, you yawned, "Too far." Your hand dropped to the bed and sleep overtook you in seconds.
You woke up feeling warm and lazy, tucked under a layer of soft blankets. Dozing for a few moments, you relived the memories of the previous day, purring as you recalled the hours of pleasure, but also wistfully wishing you had more time with him afterwards. It always seemed to be cut short after the sex. The soreness was slowly coming back to you, but it was a good kind of ache. You would definitely be taking some pain killers, though. It suddenly registered in your mind that you were tucked into your bed.
Hadn't you passed out as soon as you collapsed on top of it? There was no way you had pulled the blankets over yourself, considering how dead tired you had been. You rolled over, realizing that the room was dark. Hadn't you left the light on too? Even if you had gotten under the blankets by yourself in your sleep, it was impossible that you had also gotten up and hit the switch. The most reasonable answer was that someone must have come into your room, covered you up, and turned off the light, and there was only one logical choice for who might have done that.
"Don't jump to conclusions," you warned yourself, although you couldn't help but smile over the thought of Dawur coming in to check on you and tuck you in. Sitting up and stretching out your sore muscles, you rolled out of bed and went through your daily morning procedure. You took an extra long shower, thoroughly cleaning the dried liquid from between your legs. After popping a couple of pain killers and getting dressed, mask and blades included, you left the room. There were no deliveries scheduled for today, so you wandered to the training area, hoping to run into Dawur along the way. You did not happen to meet him, though.
The Reach's training room was usually empty, and that held true this morning. You preferred it this way. The area was divided into thirds. The far end was used for ranged target practice, the middle had raised and lowered parts for sparring and terrain use training, and the area closest to the door had the Reach's version of melee target dummies. You unsheathed your swords and approached a melee target to begin your routine. It was good for exercise and to make sure your skills didn't dull. Sportsmaster had made you run through this move-set so many times it was ingrained into your brain for life. Halfway through, you felt a presence behind you that set off the warning bells in your mind. Spinning quickly, you blocked the attack that you had sensed coming, your blade stopping the black scarab sword a safe distance from your body. You gasped. "Dawur?!"
Those red eyes burned down at you, a smirk on his face. "This method of training is hardly adequate." He stepped back, and you saw that both his arms were turned into his scarab blades. "I will be your opponent."
Your sense of surprise faded, fast becoming excitement over the prospect of spending time with him, not to mention getting the opportunity to train with him which was bound to be fun and a learning experience. You grinned, "It would be an honor." Assuming a combat stance, you recalled how you had woken up this morning, and said, "I have to ask you something."
He titled his head at you, humoring your question, "What is it, Meat?" His pose was relaxed, even with his scarab's blades activated. This must just be a fun game for him. You weren't offended at all. He was on another level.
Paying close attention to his reaction to your words, you asked, "Did you come into my room last night?" His eyes narrowed, glinting with something you could not identify, and his smirk widened. It gave you a good idea what his answer would be, but still, you wanted to hear it from him directly.
"Hmm..." he considered your question, enjoying making you wait for his reply. Finally, he said, "Let's make this fun. If you can make a scratch on my armor, I'll tell you." It was funny, really. You could never truly predict what he would do, but you liked that. It made interacting with him always interesting.
You grinned, pointing your right blade at him. "You're on. I intend to get that answer." You had rarely felt so determined to succeed, wanting dearly to confirm that he had tucked you into bed. You wouldn't tease him about it, though. It was more for your own sense of happiness than anything.
He tapped your weapon with his own sword, purring, "However, If I catch you first, you won't find out." You knew he meant it too. It only increased your desire to win. This was a good chance to impress him.
You nodded, agreeing, "Sounds reasonable enough." You were tempted a tiny bit to let him catch you, given that would likely lead to a round of sex, but there would be time for that later.
"Are you sure you are up for the challenge in your current state?" he teased, his deep voice making light shivers run down your spine as you recalled the memories from yesterday. "I won't hold back."
Pushing the thoughts of Dawur fucking you senseless again aside, you regained your focus and said, "Your concern is touching, but I'm not backing down. Bring it." He laughed, the sound both turning you on and scaring you a little bit at the same time, and then he surged forward, swinging his blades at you. Forced backwards, unable to match his strength, it was all you could do to block and dodge his attacks, the sound of metal clashing ringing through the air. Your muscles strained under the power of his blows.
As you parried his blades, you knew that unless you changed the situation, he would tire you down in no time. Dodging a downward swing from his left arm, you rolled to the side and back-flipped toward the middle of the room, where the terrain was varied. You could maybe get the high ground on him there. He followed you, his eyes wild with enjoyment from your fight, his white canines bared in a smirk. If you didn't know he wouldn't kill you and this had been a real battle, you would have been terrified of his expression. You turned a corner, using a raised column to block his sight of you. Heavy footsteps were quickly approaching your position. Using your momentum and digging your blades into the side of the pillar, you pulled yourself up just in time to get above him when he came in sight, he scarab swords positioned to attack.
He halted for a second when he didn't see you, surprise flicking across his face. Taking advantage of the opportunity, you pushed yourself off the column, intending to hit his shoulder with your blade. Unfortunately, he dropped down and the tip of your sword just barely missed making a scratch as you sailed over him, landing on the other side a good distance away. "Shit," you hissed.
He chuckled, standing up to face you. "You'll have to try harder than that, Meat," he taunted, slowly prowling towards you, forcing you to step backwards to stay safely out of his range.
Blood was rushing through your veins, the adrenaline from the fight already sharpening your mind. You returned his smirk, throwing your own taunt back at him. "Almost got you."
"Almost," he admitted, his eyes narrowing, "but not quite." Without warning, he sprinted forward, thrusting his arm at you. The blade came dangerously close to connecting with your body, but with a burst of speed, you flung yourself to the side, leaping up to a raised platform. Dawur pulled his blade free from the wall it had sunk into, looking over at you, "Careful, Meat. I wouldn't want to impale you," his warning tone becoming a purr, "At least, not with my scarab's blade."
You blushed, flattered by his light flirting. Feeling playful, you humored him, replying in kind, "Agreed. I prefer the kind that's actually enjoyable." It was the truth. You took a step to the side, feeling out a better position, and winced slightly. The pain from your lengthy fucking yesterday that had been dulled by medicine and the heat of your battle was slowly coming back to you.
He picked up on your slip immediately, following up his previous teasing with another round of it. "Not to mention I would render you completely incapable of walking." His red eyes darkened, making you blush even more.
"I'm surprised I'm able to move around at all right now, to be honest," you admitted, unwilling to put on a false bravado and lie to him. "I'm still very sore." You motioned for him to come at you, a challenge he could not resist.
He grinned and activated his scarab's thrusters, coming up at you fast. You tensed, waiting for the right moment. When he was almost upon you, his blade swiping inwards, you used both your swords to parry the attack, but did not keep solid footing, allowing his force to push you to the side. You twisted your body and dug a sword into the ground to slow and alter your momentum, flipping your legs down and kicking hard off the ground to counter attack, aiming for his back. It was a good try, but he blocked your advanced and smirked at you. "You are remarkably flexible. I'll have to put that to good use later."
That comment sent dozens of exotic images shooting through your mind and you felt your heart rate increase. He breathed deep and growled low, smelling your blossoming arousal. Suddenly you realized what he was doing and protested, "Hey now, quit trying to distract me."
His grin widened, a pleased light dancing in his eyes when you caught onto his intentions. "Oh? I thought you liked it," he purred, shoving you backwards. You skidded to a halt a few feet away, fairly close to the edge of the raised platform.
You smiled and conceded, "Normally yes." You readied your blades again, aware of the soreness in your legs and lower body, however, you refused to let that interfere with your performance. "But I want that answer," you stated with confidence.
The approval on his handsome face at your determined words meant a great deal to you. Your heart fluttered as he acknowledged your intent, "Your focus is admirable." Nothing more needed to be said. You knew he wouldn't give praise lightly. He tensed, preparing to come at you again. He surged forward, fast for someone his size, and you flipped backwards off the ledge, no where else to go. He followed you, swinging his blades down. You landed crouching on your feet and braced yourself, raising your swords above your head to block his strike, the force of his attack causing pain to shoot through your strained arms, but you shoved upwards with as much strength as you could, barely managing to push him back.
He reigned strikes at you from every direction, forcing you back away from the varied terrain towards the melee target dummy area of the room again. You made several attempts to circle around to get back to where you might have an advantage, but he did not let you, cutting you off every time. His knowing grin told you that he was aware of what you were trying to do. Deciding to risk it all in one gamble, you surprised him and charged straight in, blocking his swords, pushing one away and then slashing upwards with your blade, leaving a scratch on his chest. Victory!
Yes! "Ha!" you gasped out, panting for breath. You had done it. When you had nicked his armor you had relaxed enough for him to take advantage and knock your swords from your hands, retracting his own scarab blades and pinning your arms behind your back. He had worn you down considerably during your battle. As he pulled you against his chest, you hissed, "Fuck."
You looked up at him to find him wearing a somewhat feral grin, his eyes bright with excitement. He leaned down and licked your cheek, something he hadn't ever done before, but you did like it. He purred, his breath hot on your face, "I win."
What? No way. He was bullshitting you. You saw the tip of your sword slice his armor. You turned your face to look at him in disbelief, "I got you though."
He took the opportunity to lick your lips, his tongue hot and wet against your mouth. It was incredibly distracting. He hummed after finishing, "I don't see a scratch."
You looked down at his chest where the scratch should be to find it missing. What the fuck? Had his scarab fixed it? You met his eyes again, attempting to glare at him, but only halfway succeeding. "That's totally unfair. Your scarab healed it."
He laughed at you, releasing you from his grip. As you stumbled a little bit, the soreness of your muscles heavy on your mind again, he looked at you, amusement written all over his face, "Tough luck, Meat."
This was beyond unfair. You had legitimately won that. He owed you and you were going to do everything in your power to make him pay up. "Aw come on, you owe me that answer."
"I'm not inclined to give in to your request," he refused, although the teasing tone of his deep voice and the playfulness in his gaze told you that he might just want you to work for it.
"Please?" you tried begging.
"No." It had no effect.
Deciding to take a different method, you walked up to him, reaching out to trace a hand down his strong chest. You felt his attention become more intense as you finished your flirtatious action and asked, "What if I... persuaded you?"
His smirk took on a more lustful aspect, his red eyes darkening with male hunger. He ran a finger under your chin, the touch light. "You are welcome to try." He made a move to kiss you, but stiffened instead, turning to look at the door and dropping his hand from you. A second later the Reach Ambassador entered the room.
You were as shocked as Dawur seemed to be, noting his hidden annoyance out of the corner of your eye. "Ambassador," he greeted in a gruff tone. That had been too close.
The Reach leader appeared completely calm, approaching you and Dawur leisurely. "There you are. I've been looking all over." His eyes flicked between the both of you, his gaze curious. "What's going on here?"
"Black Beetle was generous enough to give me a training session," you supplied, taking matters into your own hands. Hopefully Dawur would follow your lead, like you had done for him in a few previous meetings.
The Ambassador hummed, "Is that so?" He noted your tired and ruffled appearance, evidence of your fight. Looking at Dawur, he asked, "Do you two know each other?"
The larger male nodded, "We've met a few times." The Ambassador did not pry into your prior run ins, thankfully, and seemed satisfied by that bit of information. It was likely unimportant to him.
The Reach leader raised a curious eyebrow, "That's unlike you to take an interest in a planet's... native." Addressing you again, he said, "I hope you are unharmed, Switchblade?"
Dawur's curiosity was now piqued too, and he looked down at you, asking, "You're going by a code name now?" Ah shit. You saw the mistake immediately, and judging by the gleam in his eyes, he knew exactly what he was doing and was just putting you on the spot for his own amusement.
The Ambassador looked very interested at that, "Oh? You know her real name? Curious..." You needed to salvage this before it became too awkward or if the smaller male started to put the pieces together. How would you explain the truth anyways? Oh yes, I'm just getting fucked by your best warrior. That would not go over well. Not at all.
You nodded and shrugged noncommittally, deciding the best course of action would be to get to the point of why the Reach leader was here anyways. Before you could say anything, the two of them began to talk to each other in their native tongue, the Ambassador speaking to your companion first. Trying your best to not drool at the sexiness of Dawur's growling clicks, you interjected after a few exchanges. "Did you need something, Ambassador?"
"Ah, yes," he said, blinking as he recalled his reasons for being here. He motioned to Dawur to follow him, "If you'll excuse us, we have matters to discuss with the head scientist." Crisis averted.
You nodded, smiling politely, "Of course. Good day, Ambassador." The Reach leader returned your smile and turned to leave. You flashed Dawur a look, willing with all your might to make him understand that you were not done with him and you would have your answer you rightfully won. He met your gaze and smirked, dipping his head at you in understanding. Feeling like he at least owed you something right now, as he passed by you following the Ambassador out of the room, you ran a hand down his ass, sneaking a feel in. He stiffened at your touch, looking over his shoulder at you, the most incredulous expression on his face you had ever seen. It took all your willpower to not burst into laughter. You smirked at him, shooing him away. His eyes darkened with promise of retribution for your daring act, and then he turned to leave the room. You knew you'd pay later for your boldness, but that look on his face was beyond worth it.
Later that night, you were headed back to your room through the dark hallways of the ship. You had not seen Dawur again that day and your sense of anticipation and paranoia was slowly building up. You had just turned the corner approaching your door, when you saw a tall figure with burning red eyes standing right next to it. Stopping short at the sight, you felt shivers run through your body as his eyes raked up and down your form, his intentions clear. He placed a hand on the wall and light shone from where his scarab armor touched the ship. Your door slid upwards, and he tilted his head at the door, motioning you inside with a dark smirk on his face. Your heart fluttered as you obeyed the silent command, approaching him slowly. His presence reminded you of a predator stalking its prey. You paused for a moment in front of him, feeling almost overwhelmed by his intense attention. Breathing deeply, you accepted your fate and entered the room, Dawur following you inside.
Immediately you were flung onto your bed, the air forced from your lungs in a gasp. A heavy weight pinned you down and a deep voice growled in your ear, "You have some nerve to even dare provoke me."
Feeling the first signs of wetness growing between your legs, you asked, "Are you talking about earlier?" You could not help but be turned on by his dominance. If this was the result, you'd have to grope him more often.
"Yes," he hissed, lapping at your neck and rolling his hips into you from behind, "Clearly I've let your cheek get out of hand, Meat. You need to be punished." He sunk his teeth into your skin, not hard enough to draw blood, but only causing a flare of pain. You moaned at the rough treatment.
Squirming under him a little as he dropped bites from your neck down to your shoulder, you teased, "Aren't punishments supposed to be a bad thing?" His hands had reached under you to grasp and squeeze your breasts firmly, making you gasp and mewl as he tweaked your nipples through the clothing. He was as turned on as you were.
He nipped your ear, dragging his tongue over it afterwards, the wet, hot feelings sending surges of desire rushing to your core. He purred, "Not another word." You whimpered in response, but did not protest his command, wanting to see where he would take this. He flipped you over and stripped you of your clothes with as much haste as he could without tearing them, which you did appreciate. You helped him out and pulled your shirt and bra off, flicking your mask aside afterwards, leaving you completely naked and ready to be fucked. He took a moment to lazily run his eyes down your bare form, his male interest causing you to blush. He had already uncovered his hard cock, the size of it making you quiver with need as usual. He gripped your legs with both his hands and pulled you forward slightly. Then, with some care, he pushed them down towards the other end your bed. All of your muscles felt strained from the exotic position as he held your calves down on either side of your head. You were bent to your limit, but he seemed incredibly pleased with your flexibility.
He leaned down and claimed your mouth in a searing kiss, stroking your tongue with his own. You moaned into his mouth, letting out a muffled shriek when you felt Dawur's massive dick press deep into you. Your tense muscles only helped you feel every inch of him even more. His hardness was wonderful inside your cunt, filling you up in the most perfect way. He pulled back and licked your lips possessively, growling, "You are mine." You opened your mouth to answer but his tongue delved in again, silencing you. His hips lifted up slowly, dragging the length of his cock against your quivering walls, the feeling of it driving you crazy. Once the tip of his penis was all that was still in your pussy, he slammed his hips back down, thrusting hard into you. You moaned loudly into his kiss.
He nipped your lower lip, hissing, "Quiet." At your nod of acceptance, he repeated the motion again and again, over and over, flooding your senses with mind blowing pleasure. You were forced to turn your head and bite into the pillow to muffle your moans and screams. He lapped at your neck as he fucked you mercilessly, his growls and responding moans filling your ears. You had wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders, clawing feebly at his armor, almost unable to handle his sexual assault on your body. Your legs were strained to the point of almost being in pain from being held down by his weight in this position, but it made the coursing feelings burning in your wet cunt feel that much better. He pumped deep into you with every stroke, his cock stretching you more than ever before, the length and girth of it quickly driving you to your approaching climax. He seemed to sense you were coming close, and actually slowed down his pace, rolling his hips against you in slow, deep thrusts. It was sheer torture.
He raked his teeth on your exposed skin, the sharp feeling of his claim on you a stark contrast to the hot, wet heat of your joined sexes. He relished your tight cunt for a few minutes, driving you crazy as he slowly pulled in and out of you, like he was exploring your pussy with his huge dick. You did not voice a complaint or beg him to go faster, well aware of his previous order. You loved it when he took total control of you like this. It only made the fucking more intense. Finally, when you were on the brink of insanity, he sped up, making your toes curl with the inferno bursting in your core. You bit into the pillow to silence your almost constant screams. He cock pistoned into you harder and faster than before, entering deep into your cunt with every movement. He slammed his hips into you one last time, snarling his release while you trembled violently from your own, your body shuddering hard against his, digging your fingernails into the armor on his shoulders. You jerked your head away from the pillow, panting hard, still feeling the bolts of pleasure shooting through your mind and core. He was breathing hard too, purring into your ear, "Good girl," before rolling off you to the side, freeing your legs. You immediately stretched out, whimpering from the light pain, but feeling incredibly satisfied.
You turned to meet his fulfilled gaze, a lazy smirk on his lips. He reached over and pinched one of your nipples, making you twitch at the sudden shock of pleasure. "Have you learned your lesson? he teased, while he played with your breast. You hummed an affirmative, rolling over on your side to face him fully. His eyes flashed in approval and he said, "Good. You may speak again."
There was only one thing you wanted to say. "I am yours."
He chuckled, his deep voice music to your ears. His hand dropped from your breast and moved to rest on your hip, pulling you a little bit closer to him. With undeniable command in his tone, he murmured, "Never forget that." You curled you arms up to lightly stroke his chest.
You smiled, still coming down from your orgasm, feeling good, the soreness paling in comparison to the afterglow. Holding his gaze, you replied, "I won't. I promise." A few moments of comfortable silence passed, your mind clearing enough for you to remember this morning. "So what did you tell the Ambassador?"
Dawur's eyes had been closed as he rested and recovered after fucking you, but flicked open at your question. "Only that you were a good way to kill my boredom from being stuck on this ship again," he answered. You could tell he was being truthful.
You laughed lightly at his reply. You doubted the Ambassador knew that the way Dawur was handling his boredom was by fucking your brains out. "Glad I can entertain you," you grinned.
He chuckled with you, the knowing look in his eyes giving away that he was sharing in your thoughts. Using the thumb of his hand resting on your thigh, he stroked your soft skin in small circles. The small show of affection made you almost purr in happiness. After a minute, he surprised you by saying, "The answer to your question is yes."
You blinked in confusion, trying to figure out what he was talking about, your mind having been lulled into a calm state by his touch. It took you a few seconds to recall, and you smirked, "I knew it." So he had come into your room last night and tucked you in. How touching, you thought as your heart fluttered.
He huffed, closing his eyes again. "It would've been inconvenient if you had gotten sick," he grumbled huskily, his voice taking on a warning tone, "Do not slip up again."
"It's greatly appreciated," you replied sincerely, very pleased that he had given you the information you had rightly won earlier. No need to tease him about it. He was the dominant one after all. Plus it must be unusual for him to admit something like that.
He pulled you flush against him, nuzzling into your hair, breathing deeply while he ran a possessive hand down your back. "I take care of what is mine."
"Good to know," you mumbled, cuddling up into the warmth of his body, feeling secure and happy under his strong arm. You could die happy like this.
"Sleep, Meat," his deep voice ordered. You did not reply, feeling sleep overtaking you fast. Your last thought was of how nice it would be if you could just pass out in his arms like this every night. When you awoke, you found the spot on the bed where he had been lying empty and cold. This would prove to be a normal occurrence as time progressed.
The next three weeks you spent with Dawur were like a dream. He would spend time training with you in the morning before you parted ways to take care of your respective responsibilities on the Reach ship. More often than not, he would seek you out during the day to spend time with you again, talking, having mock fights, or if you weren't too sore, sex in your room. Of course, he fucked you every night too anyways, regardless of if he had taken you earlier that day. Sometimes he'd withdraw the scarab armor from his shoulders and chest, like he had done before, and let you touch his teal skin. He never completely retracted it completely, but you had no reason to complain. You started building up a good amount of stamina from his nightly visits. He seemed to want to keep the more intimate part of your relationship between you two since he never made any advances while others were around, and that was fine with you. You didn't want to flaunt it anyways. Although, the Ambassador would give you curious looks sometimes. You wondered if he suspected anything, but it would be unwise to try to pry for that information from him or Dawur.
You also got to know Dawur a bit more during your time with him. He was still fairly secretive about a lot of things, but you found out that he had a dark sense of humor. You shared in that, so you two had many laughs over jokes that a normal person would find quite offensive. What you enjoyed the most was talking with him at night after intense sex. He was usually more open then. You made sure to never ask him about the Reach and their purpose or goals while you two were lying on the bed, careful to not abuse or make him question the trust he's shown you. The one time you had asked about his race, he had been secretive, giving you a vague answer. You did not make another attempt to learn more from him again, instead keeping the topics of your conversations to similar interests. Like the first time you had fucked in your room, he never spent the full night with you after sex. Sometimes he'd still be there when you fell asleep, but he was always long gone before you woke up. Although that bothered you, it was a minor unhappiness that you pushed to the back of your mind.
Your dream world came to a crashing halt on the 23rd of March. A group of three heroes had been delivered to the ship for testing, with a fourth coming in separately. That had come as a huge surprise. The first three had been Beast Boy, a young speedster, whose name you had found out to be Impulse, and most shocking of all, Blue Beetle. The Atlantean known as Lagoon Boy had been brought in with another shipment. With Earth's Beetle captured, Dawur had greatly cut his time with you, instead spending a lot of it in the lab where Blue Beetle was contained. You were not allowed in there, so the only time you got to see him was when he came to you at night, often unlocking your door with his scarab armor and just letting himself in. Not that you minded too much. Still, after the prior three weeks, it was frustrating to say the least. It progressively bothered you more over the next six days. The worst part about it was that there was absolutely nothing you could do. You just had to put up with the limited amount of time you now got with him. The days were agonizingly long, but as soon as he walked through your door at night, you immediately felt your worries vanish, happy to see him again.
About a week after Blue Beetle had been captured, you were in the docking bay at the console, checking the status of the next few scheduled shipments. There were a pair of Reach guards with you in the room, standing at the door that led to the rest of the ship. A beep on the screen in front of you made you look up. There was an inbound Manta vessel. You hit pressed the combination of keys that would allow the ship to dock and waited for the hatch to open. To your surprise, Black Manta stepped out. "Lord Manta," you greeted with a bow after turning to face him. You figured he was here for at least one reason.
He walked over to you. "Switchblade. Do you have anything to report?" So you were right. He wanted to see if you had learned anything. Luckily you didn't have to disappoint him. There was no way you could handle that sort of shame, especially in front of a high ranking member of the Light.
Casting a careful glance at the two Reach guards still positioned at the door on the far side of the room, you kept your voice low enough that they wouldn't hear. "Yes sir, although I can't give you too many details. All I found out was that the Reach are experimenting on humans for something called the meta-gene. They are pretty strict on security here and I'm not cleared to go into some areas, and I wasn't able to get any real information out of the Reach members I'm more... acquainted with. My guess is they want to use it somehow for their own benefit, possibly as a weapon."
Black Manta was silent for a moment, crossing his arms as he stared at you. Well, you assumed he was. It was hard to tell with the helmet he wore. Finally, he replied, "You are right. Good work."
You stiffened at his reply, "You knew?" What the fuck was going on? Why had he sent you here with orders to fucking spy on the Reach if he already knew?
"Yes," he said, confirming your suspicions, "I, along with the other highest ranking members of the Light, already knew what the Reach were doing here."
You considered this for a few seconds, trying to figure out the reason why. There was only one possible explanation. "So it was a test?" He nodded at you. "I see.." you frowned, well, you passed it. No matter. This would only help to advance your position in the Light. You decided to not dwell on it now, but promised to think more about it later. You had another question to ask. "I assume Sporstmaster approved of my stationing here?"
"He did," Black Manta answered, motioning you to follow him back to the open hatch as he turned and walked back towards the Manta ship.
You followed obediently with a quick, "Thank you." It was very good that your boss had approved your stay here. You would hate to have to leave. Even though Dawur claimed ownership of you, if your boss called, you had to go. You had a bad feeling that managing your relationship with him and your work for the Light was going to become difficult in the future.
Black Manta stopped in front of the open hatch, looking inside. He nodded to someone waiting in the vessel. A tall young man with pale hair stepped out. He was dressed in the typical black Manta armor. You recognized him immediately. The older man turned to you again, and introduced you, "This is my son, Kaldur'ahm."
"It's a pleasure to meet you," you respectfully said to younger Atlantean. You knew of his history of working with the Justice League's team of sidekicks against the Light. He had betrayed them when he had discovered the true identity of his father.
Kaldur'ahm bowed his head slightly at you, "Likewise." You could already tell the younger man was not the talkative type at all, just like his father. He had the eyes of a person who had seen the more cruel side of the world.
Black Manta addressed you once again, saying, "Could you find the Ambassador? He will give Kaldur'ahm full disclosure of the partnership between the Light and the Reach." Aha, so that's why they were here. You were a little bit annoyed that you had been on this ship for almost a month and hadn't been given full access yet, but Manta's son was about to get it.
Not allowing any of your minor irritation to show on your face, you bowed to the older man, replying, "Yes, Lord Manta. I'll fetch him immediately." The Ambassador was probably at the helm of the ship. You quickly left the docking bay, passing by the stationary Reach guards. Turning to head towards where you guessed the Ambassador might be, you traveled down the long, wide halls of the ship. The few scientists and guard patrols paid you no mind. When you were about halfway to your destination, you saw the Ambassador walking down the hall towards you. As you approached him, you called out, "Ambassador, Kaldur'ahm is here."
He stopped for a short moment, frowning slightly and sighed "He is early." Motioning you to walk with him, you both headed back towards the docking bay. "No matter." You kept pace with him, unsure if you should make an attempt at conversation. That choice was taken out of your hands when the Ambassador made a comment that immediately set your nerves on edge. "You have been spending quite a bit of time with Black Beetle."
You had to be extremely careful here with what you say. You had no idea what would happen if anyone found out the extent of your relationship with Dawur, and he clearly wanted to keep the more intimate aspects of it private. Choosing your words wisely, you said, "We get along fairly well."
The Ambassador glanced at you with an interested smile on his face, although his eyes gleamed with a cunning that worried you. "That in itself is remarkable." You wondered if he suspected anything. It was true that you had spent a noticeable amount of time with Dawur. Not to mention you had no idea if anyone saw him going to your room nightly. You assumed that he would take precautions if he didn't want others to know, but there was always the small chance he just didn't give a fuck.
Time to redirect the conversation to safer grounds. Deciding to appeal to the Reach's ego and their obvious belief of superiority over humans, you said, "He's alright as long as I show the proper respect." You knew that respect and chain of command was important to them.
Your companion hummed in affirmation as you both turned a corner, getting closer to the docking bay and your freedom from this possible information trap. "That is a wise approach in dealing with him."
Seizing the opportunity to move the flow of banter away from your relationship with Dawur, but not totally off-topic, as that would be very obvious and would definitely arouse his suspicion, you hesitantly asked, "You find him... troublesome?"
The Ambassador frowned lightly, "At times. His lust for battle has caused me some problems before." His gold eyes darkened. You assumed he was recalling past events. How interesting. Maybe the two had butted heads before? Dawur seemed to defer to the Ambassador though, so maybe it was just disagreements on how to handle problems or how to approach challenges.
"He's good at what he does, though," you said, not wanting to let the Ambassador get in a bad mood, for your sake, not to mention Black Manta would be offended if you brought a pissed off Reach leader through the door. A little part of you protested speaking even slightly badly of Dawur too, and you felt you had to make up for your previous comment.
Nodding, he admitted, "That's true." His expression had relaxed a bit, the air around him losing the tension you had picked up on. Good, you were almost in the clear.
Time for a compliment. "Besides, that leaves you to handle the intricacies of the Reach's overall plans and maintaining the mode, right?" The bait was set.
Your words were rewarded with a smile, "That's correct," His eyes sparkled with light humor, "I see you are picking up on our terminology." And victory.
Grinning, pleased that you had salvaged the conversation and directed away from Dawur, you said, "After spending so much time working with you all, it was bound to happen." You just avoided a potential disaster. A silent mental pat on the back was all you could do to bask in your win. You just hoped that the Ambassador wasn't just humoring you, and that you had actually managed to pull it off.
If the Ambassador had a reply for your last statement, you would never know. As you two finally reached the door to the docking bay, he said, "Ah! Here we are." The metal door slid upwards and you followed him inside, spotting Manta and Kaldur'ahm in the middle of the room.
The Ambassador approached the two Atlanteans, a polite smile on his face. Turning to the taller one, he bowed slightly, "Black Manta." You stood behind the Reach leader, off to the right side.
Black Manta's deep voice spoke from behind his mask, "Ambassador." He motioned to the younger male, saying, "This is my son, Kaldur'ahm."
"Greetings, Ambassador," the young man nodded respectfully. You noticed that he never smiled. There was always a serious look on his face.
The Ambassador, however, clearly knew his social skills. Given his position, it was no wonder. He held his hand out to the younger man, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Kaldur'ahm." The young Atlantean walked forward and shook the Reach leader's hand. Letting go of the other, the Ambassador said, "Come with me. I will give you the full tour." You thought that was going to be it, but to your surprise, the Ambassador glanced at you and then shared a look with Black Manta, silent communication passing between them. At Manta's single nod, he smiled again, and motioned to you to join him and Kaldur'ahm. "You too. It's time you learned what we are doing here." Well, looks like this day wasn't going to be so bad after all.
You accompanied the Ambassador as he showed Kaldur'ahm around the ship, although you were familiar with the majority of the layout. The highlight was that you finally got taken into the Reach labs, after having only caught glimpses of them whenever scientists entered and exited through the doors. You had met the Reach's head scientist in passing during your time spent on-board the ship, so the Ambassador did not need to re-introduce you to her. Thanks to Kaldur'ahm's observation, you confirmed your suspicion that the Reach's goal was to weaponize the meta-gene. It was a disappointment that you two were not allowed into the lab containing Blue Beetle. You wanted to see Dawur again, even if it was just in passing.
After the tour ended, you escorted Kaldur'ahm back to the docking bay to wait for his lieutenant to deliver another shipment of human teenagers. He was not an outspoken individual and seemed to only say what was necessary, like his father, so you did not attempt to make conversation. It wasn't long before the Manta ship arrived. You were somewhat surprised that Kaldur'ahm's most trusted agent was a human woman, Tigress. Those two most likely had some sort of relationship. Atlanteans usually kept to themselves. It was none of your business though, so no reason to look into it.
As the containment pods were unloaded and moved to the different labs, you were distracted by a growing sense of unease. Something wasn't right, but you couldn't put your finger on it. Nothing unusual was happening to justify your feeling. However, you just couldn't shake it off and it was starting to bother you. Sighing, you left the docking bay to pace down the halls of the ship, trying to clear your mind. It didn't help that you were still frustrated that your time with Dawur had been greatly limited ever since Blue Beetle was captured. You knew you had no right to complain after getting a few solid weeks with him, but still, it caused a tight feeling in your chest whenever you thought about it. You wished you could go back to the time before Blue Beetle had arrived. It was completely illogical but you somewhat resented Blue. He had taken a lot of Dawur's attention.
You found yourself passing the lab containing Blue Beetle, your body having taken you there while you had been lost in your thoughts. Frowning, you paused, looking back at the door. If you stepped back and examined your relationship with Dawur from an outside perspective, you knew it wasn't exactly healthy if his absence was driving you this crazy. Your chest burned with a torrent of feelings you could not even begin to identify. It was your choice. You wanted to be with him, even if he never viewed you as an equal and you were just a pet. That was okay, you told yourself. It would be foolish to expect or want more. Clenching your fists, you made to continue forward when an alarm began to blare throughout the ship. You stopped suddenly, the shock of the situation registering in your mind. What was happening?
The door to the lab behind you slid open and the tall figure of Dawur stepped out, an annoyed look in his face. There was something different about him, but you were far more concerned about the alarm going off to think about what it was. He caught sight of you and ordered, "Go to the helm and guard the Ambassador. I will handle this."
At your silent nod, he prowled away from you towards the docking bay. You turned to make your way quickly to the front of the ship, passing by some units of Reach guards sprinting past you the other way. It would have been nice if Dawur had said more to you. Hissing lightly, you killed that train of thought. You had to stop feeling bad for yourself and wallowing in your pity party, especially when there was a situation at hand. Arriving at the helm of the ship, you paused for the second it took the door to slide open for you before entering the large room. The Ambassador was standing in the center of the room, observing an array of live video feeds displayed in front of him. There were two lower areas to each side of the room, where Reach guards dressed in the typical red armor were stationed at various consoles.
"Ambassador!" you called, walking up to stand near him, taking a quick note of the large screens as you approached. They showed images of various heroes fighting and running through the ship's halls. You saw Miss Martian and Beast Boy on one screen, a group of teenagers, escaped test subjects, on another, and Superboy taking care of a bunch of Manta troopers on a third screen. So that was why the alarm went off.
The Ambassador turned to face you as you came up along side of him, "Switchblade? Where is Black Beetle?" Fighting your irritation at the sudden reminder of your recent mental stress, you kept a straight face under his curious gaze.
"He said he's taking care of the situation," you replied, motioning to the screens. The group of escaping teenagers had two obviously undercover heroes that were taking out the Reach guards with ease.
Nodding at you, he resumed his observation of the intruders' actions, "I see." He pressed a button on the console in front of him, bringing up an image of Dawur approaching the docking bay.
"How did they get onto the ship?" you voiced the thought that had been on your mind since entering the room. Security on the ship was tight. It was bizarre that they managed to get this far without being detected. Looks like you needed to pay more attention when you got bad feelings. You knew something felt off about the whole thing.
The Ambassador sighed, his annoyance with the state of events apparent. "It doesn't matter," he said as he increased the size of the screen Dawur was currently on, "They will be disposed of." You glanced at your companion, taking in the signs of light frustration. Despite everything going on, he did not seem very worried at all. Satisfied with his confidence in the situation, you calmed your own anxiety and looked back at the video feed.
Black Beetle had just arrived at the docking bay and locked the escaping heroes inside. There was a vicious smirk on his face, his eyes burning with battle lust. The small group of humans attacked him but they stood no chance. He repelled every one of their advances with ease and took great enjoyment in returning their blows, beating them savagely. It was a stark reminder to you that despite his occasional tenderness with you, he was very dangerous. This is what he lived for, you realized, watching as he took out his opponents one by one. Fighting, serving the Reach. You were just something on the side that he indulged in, and when his duty to the Reach called, he would answer without hesitation or consideration for you. The thought hurt more than you wanted to admit.
You swallowed dryly, the burning feeling in your chest returning with full force. Breathing deeply a few times, you forced your mind to be calm, not allowing yourself to become upset when you were standing right next to the Ambassador. It was depressing to have your rose-tinted view of Dawur and your relationship with him pretty much shattered within the past few days. Reality sucks, you thought, sighing. You saw the Ambassador glance at you from the corner of your eye, a pensive look on his face. Before you could think about it, the door to the room slid open, the head scientist stumbling in, breathing hard.
As you and the Ambassador turned to face her, she gasped out, "Blue Beetle has escaped." You stiffened in shock, realizing the significance of the statement. Had rescuing Blue been the main goal of the young heroes the entire time?
The Ambassador growled, stalking forward a few paces, his fists clenched, "What?! How did you let this happen?" You could practically feel the anger rolling off of him in waves. It was surprising. You had never seem him lose his cool before. It was actually fairly scary in its own way. You regarded him warily, wanting to avoid being the recipient of his rage.
"Apologies. I was attacked," the scientist explained and looked down, avoiding the Ambassador's furious gaze, "There was no time to react." He hissed, glaring at the scientist, who looked incredibly remorseful. You felt a little bit bad for her.
He turned to you and ordered, "Go! We must not lose Blue Beetle." You nodded and sprinted past the scientist out of the room, glancing over your shoulder to see the Ambassador grab the scientist's arm and drag her off through a side door in the hall. Pushing aside your feelings of pity for her, you dashed down the halls towards the docking bay. Hopefully you could make it in time. You briefly spotted Tigress carrying Kaldur'ahm down an adjacent hallway, his arm slung over her shoulder, but you could not stop to assess the situation. Turning a corner, you skidded to a halt and flailed your arms out to prevent slipping on water covering the floor. Had the hull been breached? You carefully walked forward through the ankle-deep water, approaching your destination.
The flood on the floor was not rising, easing your concerns. With more confidence, you approached the door to the docking bay, only stopping short when you saw Dawur entering the hallway, carrying a young woman bridal style. You recognized her as Shimmer, who worked for Queen Bee. You were completely baffled at why she would be here, but that paled in comparison to burning feeling of hurt, anger, and unhappiness that exploded in your chest and tightened your throat. A memory of her face in a containment pod flashed through your mind. How had you missed that earlier? You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts.
Still trying to sort out the myriad of emotions boiling inside you, all you could do was stand and numbly watch as he placed Shimmer on the ground against a wall. He looked furious, his eyes narrowed and his shoulders tense. He straightened, finally noticing your presence. As those intense red eyes met yours, you were shocked out of your stupor, recovering yourself enough to ask, "What happened?"
He growled, "They escaped." Irritation radiated off his form, only making you more on edge. You were torn between your usual happiness of being with him and the worries and upset feelings that had grown within you recently, not to even mention the heated coil of emotions that still constricted your heart right now. You were a mess. You had become so dependent on him.
Wincing very slightly, you pressed, "Blue Beetle too?" At his annoyed grunt of affirmation, you dropped the subject. Looks like this whole ordeal had ended in a bad way for the Reach. The heroes had infiltrated the ship and successfully saved their companions, along with some of the Reach's other test subjects.
He breathed deeply and closed his eyes for a few seconds, reigning in his frustration. Opening them again, he was noticeably more calm and composed. He asked, "I trust the Ambassador is safe?" His irritation was visibly lessening every second.
"Yeah. No intruders approached the helm," you answered, feeling a bit more comfortable now that he didn't look like he was about to murder someone. "Looks like it was a rescue mission." You glanced at Shimmer, who was still unconscious against the wall. The image of Dawur carrying her, touching her like that, was seared into your mind. It bothered the hell out of you.
His eyes narrowed again. "A minor set-back, as annoying as it is," he growled, "Their fate is inevitable". He noticed when you quickly flashed your eyes to Shimmer. He followed your gaze briefly and you swore violently in your mind, praying he didn't figure out your thoughts. The last thing you wanted is for him to view you as emotional or weak. He looked at you again, a considerate expression appearing on his face. A few seconds passed, and then an amused, dark smirk spread across his lips. "Are you jealous, Meat?" He tilted his head at you, his tone teasing.
Fuck. Time to deny. "What?! No!"
He walked up to you, gazing down at you, a knowing look in his eyes. He let you shift under his scrutiny uncomfortably for a few seconds, and then purred, "I don't believe you."
"I'm not," you stated with the most confidence you could muster up under the swirling torrent of emotions still present in your chest. This was not good.
Placing his hand under your chin, he tilted your head up a tiny bit more. Leaning down, he grinned, "My scarab can detect lies." Shit. There was no way you were getting out of this one.
Stepping back from his touch, you looked down, upset that you had made a gamble and lost, "I see... Okay, so I'm jealous," you admitted. You heard a low rumble of laughter escape his mouth. Glaring at the floor you protested, "It's not funny..."
He chuckled at your expense once again, then asked, his tone heavy with amusement, "Are you pouting?" You didn't reply, still consumed by your feelings of jealousy and upset. "Come here," he ordered. You looked up at him again to find him holding a hand out to you. As unhappy as you were right now, you could not disobey him. Silently, you went to him, only to squeak in surprise when the scarab pincers that protruded from behind both his shoulders disappeared down into his armor and he picked you up, flinging you over his shoulder, holding you by your legs. You had the perfect view of his rear while he carried you down the hall.
Feeling like you had to say something, you commented, "I didn't know you could retract those," tapping the large black scarab on his back. You realized that was what had been off about him when he had exited the lab earlier when the sirens had first gone off. The pincers had not been there.
"It helps when I need to carry jealous Meat on my shoulder," he replied, taunting you at the end. You huffed and he chuckled at your indignation. You were pathetic. Just a few minutes with him and you were already starting to let go of your previous upset feelings. For some reason whenever you were with him, everything was right with the world.
"Where are you taking me?" you asked, curious of his intentions. You had been carried into the housing area of the ship, but you had already passed your room.
He stopped in front of a door. You felt him move his hand and heard it open. He took you inside and pulled on your legs, sliding you off his shoulder, catching you before you hit the ground. As your gaze met again, you could still see the teasing amusement dancing in his eyes. Blushing, you looked away, inspecting your surroundings to avoid further embarrassment. While you looked around the room, he set you down and walked over to a shelf nearby. You were in a bedroom. It was quite a bit larger than your own on this ship, with the same Reach architecture, but scarcely decorated. It must be Dawur's room. You had never been here before, not even once during your month on this ship. You heard him call your name and turned to face him. He handed you a thin black bracelet, "Here."
You took it from him, looking at it curiously. You turned it over, finding a small black scarab carved on the inside of the band. "What is it?" you asked, tracing the outline of the inscription.
"This button will activate a tracking signal that my scarab will pick up, no matter where you are. Should you ever push it, I will come find you," he said, placing a hand on your head, squeezing gently before lowering his arm.
This... this was his way of comforting you, you thought. His scarab must have detected your state of turmoil and he went out of his way to reassure you and calm your emotions. "Thank you, Dawur," you replied sincerely, smiling at him. His gift did help to settle your jealousy and doubt. You slipped it onto your wrist, pleased with the way it fit.
"I told you I take care of what belongs to me," he stated, looking down at you possessively, "Don't lose it." He must have custom made this for you.
You nodded, "I won't." It may not be a collar exactly, like you had joked about in Arlington, but it was a physical mark that you were his. After the turmoil of feelings you had gone through today and recently in general, it was a massive relief.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, the tone of his voice warning, "I don't want to have to deal with your emotions again. Understood?" You noted his firm expression. He wasn't angry, but he was serious. He might have teased you about your jealousy, but he obviously did not want to have to handle it beyond this one time.
Reality strikes again. The blossoming joy you had been feeling came to a crashing halt. "Crystal clear," you murmured. You had been so desperate to latch onto anything to make you feel better that it was screwing up your judgement and sense of logic. This had to stop before you went insane.
Satisfied with your reply, he placed a guiding hand on your shoulder and walked you out of his room. You followed him down the halls, and as you passed by your room, he stopped and commanded, "Go wait for me in your room. After today's unfortunate events, I will need a way to relieve my... aggravation." Saying nothing else, he left you standing outside your door, disappearing from your sight as he turned the corner. You looked down at the black band on your wrist, feeling emotionally drained and incredibly uncertain of the future, torn between your growing feelings for Dawur that you could not deny, given how much he affected you, and the doubts you held over what you meant to him, versus what you personally wanted to mean to him.
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