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“You’re keeping up, Navigator,” Cain said, a vague ghosting of a smile apparent on his sharp features. Abel shifted his gaze up to Cain’s for a moment to catch the smile change into a devious, toothy grin. He quickly averted his eyes to the much less ominous floor and said nothing in response, much too preoccupied with warding off the color from creeping into his cheeks.

The patter of Cain and Abel’s footsteps resonated through the otherwise lengthy, empty stretch of corridor. Abel had to speed up his pace to keep up with Cain’s leisurely long-legged swagger, and he did just that so he could walk alongside his assigned fighter. Both of them knew the station like the back of their hands, or perhaps like each of them knew the Reliant. It was an extension of themselves, of their home, of their being. So when Cain chose the longest route imaginable back to their dormitory—not to mention his obvious stalling in the repair dock—Abel’s calculating mind couldn’t help but dwell on Cain’s no doubt obscure reasoning for such an action. As a navigator, Abel had been trained to see the importance of timesaving, to always see the quickest route possible, to be efficient and precise. Fighters were something of another breed, acting in such contrary manners to anything Abel had learned that it was almost culture shock for the navigator.

His instructors had often stressed the importance of relaxing the mind after a particularly challenging mission, though Abel was the first to discover that Cain wasn’t the type of person to decompress in that way. His method was something much more unorthodox, one Abel had experienced firsthand several times now. His instructors had never mentioned that as an option for unwinding before, but Abel wouldn’t complain. Sometimes going against the grain was the most satisfactory, even for the likes of the conservative navigator.

“I’ve always kept up with you, Cain. I’ve done it since our first mission together and I will continue to do so,” he stated in a matter-of-fact tone, remaining as neutral as possible lest he strike a nerve with the man.

“Oh yeah?” Cain said, that arrogant exterior of his coming to the fore. He eyed Abel with cunning intent.

“What do you think?” Abel tested the waters of communication.

“I think I’m rubbing off on you,” Cain said, smirking. Abel rolled his eyes and huffed in disagreement, stopping as they approached an elevator shaft. Cain pressed the button with his forefinger and they waited there in silence. Abel managed an unobtrusive glance at Cain’s hands. Fidgety and anxious. He hadn’t fully realized the high fighters were coming off after their missions, fulfilling their bloodthirsty desires with every pull of the trigger. That is, not until what followed their first mission completion. The thought of what awaited him once they returned to their dorm almost made his breath hitch, a slight tinge of fear and excitement combined with bruised pride mingling in the pit of his stomach. The notion made Abel flush anew. He turned his head away from Cain and brushed some hair behind his ear. Abel could feel Cain’s eyes on him as the elevator opened and both of them stepped inside. Cain pressed a button—the wrong one, to the highest level—and before Abel could question it along with the consistent string of odd actions, he was being pushed up against the elevator wall.

“Fuck,” Cain said, an indication as to what he had been thinking about this whole time. He forced his way to Abel’s neck and nipped him, sucking on the skin right below his ear. Abel tensed and opened his mouth in objection but couldn’t conjure any words. The elevator door slid shut and within a few seconds, jerked upward in its ascent. Abel’s legs locked and wobbled, the increasing speed of the elevator rendering him powerless to react. Cain reached around Abel and fingered the back of Abel’s suit, locating the zipper and pulling it down. He peeled it down in frantic tugs.

“Cain!” Abel finally managed. “What are you doing!” he cried, working against his better judgment and helping himself out of his suit with Cain’s assistance. Cain shrugged the suit down to Abel’s thighs and grabbed him by the shoulders, digging his nails into the soft skin before turning him around and shoving him headfirst against the wall. The cold shock of the metal door heavy against his cheek and his chest left him breathless.

“Someone will see us!” Abel said in a hushed voice that was panicked nonetheless.

“Not if we’re fast enough,” Cain said, quite pleased with himself as he freed his cock from the confines of his suit and pressed it against Abel’s ass. “Plus, everyone should be in their dorms by now.” So that was his scheme all along. Cain pulled away for a brief moment to spit into his gloved hand and give himself a couple strokes, pulling the foreskin of his erection back and forth. Forcing his knee between Abel’s legs, Cain urged them apart by hauling the navigator’s suit down further around his knees. He spread Abel’s ass with one of his hands and eased the head of his cock against his entrance. Abel gritted his teeth and braced himself while trying to remain calm to minimize the pain of penetration.

“Cain!” Abel squeezed his eyes shut and pushed back against him just as the fighter thrust in. Cain’s hands ran up and down Abel’s thin frame, brushing his ribs and then resting on the hollow of his hips as he continued to drive into him, Cain’s quickened breaths grazing the back of Abel’s neck. Cain grunted and changed the angle of penetration, earning a strangled moan from his navigator’s lips.

“Yeah, baby, that’s it,” Cain encouraged, speeding up his pace. “You like that, huh?” Cain whispered, their stifled breaths, Abel’s gentle moans, and Cain’s hips pounding against Abel’s ass the only sounds between the two.

“Ah, yeah,” Abel muttered, lifting his hands up above his head and curling them into fists, eyes still shut.

The elevator slowed noticeably and Cain tore his eyes away from the perfect curve of Abel’s spine and to the horizontal screen across the top of the elevator doors.

“Shit,” Cain said, suddenly pulling out of Abel and suiting back up. “Mother fucker,” he swore, probably more upset that his idea didn’t go as planned than anything else. “Get dressed,” Cain commanded, his anger apparent. Abel turned around and looked to Cain for confirmation but did as he was told, fumbling with the finger holes but managing to get the suit on from the front. The elevator came to a stop and Abel backed against the corner, not having the time to zip up. His heart hammered against his chest, hoping whoever was on the other side wouldn’t notice the flush in both of their cheeks, their panting, or their very obvious erections. Cain laced his hands together in front of his groin and passed an incredibly threatening glare to Abel. The navigator looked down and his breath hitched as the doors whirred open.

“Cain! Fancy meetin’ you here,” came a voice from the outside. A short, thin man with dark hair and a stylized chin curtain and goatee stepped into the elevator shaft, giving Abel an indifferent glance of acknowledgment.

“What the fuck are you doing, Wyatt?” Cain growled.

The man stood beside Cain and pressed the button three floors up, curling the hair behind his ear.

“Doc’s not feelin’ so hot. Tonight’s mission suffered ‘cause of it. Gonna pick up somethin’ for his fever at the medic station.” He paused. “Nice fightin’ out there tonight. Showed us all up.”

“Yeah, well,” Cain said. “At least you didn’t get in my way. A sick navigator shouldn’t be allowed to fly.” In such a situation it was characteristic of Cain to boast over his achievements, but Wyatt’s presence had spoiled and soured his mood, seemingly to the point of no return. The elevator sped up and just as quickly came to a stop. Wyatt’s eyebrows were lowered and hostile, but he said nothing.

“If I see you falling behind next time, I’ll take you out myself. Get a good navigator or get the fuck out.”

Wyatt’s hands clenched on either side of his thighs. “On the shoot tonight, I see.” He shrugged. “I’d pull in your horns if I were you. Wouldn’t want somethin’ unfortunate to happen.”

“Get the fuck out,” Cain said, spacing each word with more threat than before.

“I-I hope Doc feels better,” Abel squeaked, just as Wyatt walked past the doors. “He’s a good navigator.”

Wyatt didn’t give any acknowledgment of Abel’s comment and walked out, a murderous aura now emanating from him. Cain pressed the button for the doors to close immediately and shoved Abel back against the wall with more force than was necessary, already shucking the suit back down his body.

“You shouldn’t be so cruel,” Abel admonished, unwilling to admit that he was far more turned on than before at the concept of nearly getting caught in the act. Cain murmured something in annoyance and jostled his suit open once again, wasting no time in re-entering him. Abel cried out louder, biting his lip to stifle the noise. Cain thrust into him with renewed intensity, his frustration apparent by the way he fucked him. Abel bent his back inward, lending his ass completely to Cain, permitting him to do as he wished.

Cain slapped one of Abel’s buttocks, earning a soft gasp from the navigator’s mouth. The elevator came to another stop, this time, to the very top level Cain had chosen. Cain groped at the elevator keypad and selected the number equivalent to their dormitory room number, back down near the bottom level. It rushed downward and Cain bit into Abel’s shoulder while he continued to drive in and out of him. His thrusts became more and more erratic, and as they neared their final destination, Cain grunted, locking his teeth in a new location on Abel’s arm before pushing inside him as deep as possible. He remained there for a handful of seconds, just as the elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open. Cain pulled out and exhaled, ruffling Abel’s hair before suiting up and exiting the elevator shaft, leaving Abel standing there naked and flushed and hard. Abel sank down onto the floor of the elevator as he stroked himself to completion, holding the button down to keep the doors open.

He was determined to keep up with Cain no matter what. In everything. His pride wouldn’t allow him to fall behind. Abel didn’t want to admit that he loved the rush, the pressure to be the best and succeed, the learning experience, his fighter fucking him mercilessly against the wall of an elevator shaft or on their beds, Cain’s arms around him as he slept off the activities no one but themselves knew about. Abel didn’t want to admit it and yet, he already had.

Abel exhaled and stood, his legs still wavering as he zipped up and followed after Cain without the slightest bit of regret.
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