Just a traveler

Capturing Nefarious had been easier than you'd originally thought.

His security was almost laughable; the cameras set on loop and took out whatever robotic goons he'd made. You'd almost thought you'd run into Lawrence on the way to Nefarious' rooms, but the mech was thankfully enjoying his time until his master called for him once more.

Only half-way across the ship, but it was all the better when you'd entered the password on the keypad to the mad scientist rooms'.

Many would think you all the madder for doing something so stupid. 

You were praised by your colleagues for planetary destruction; your biochemical weapons are renowned for causing more than just a little destruction across galaxies. Anyone would be dropping at your feet for a chance with you. 

But it was Nefarious who'd made a lasting impression on your mind.

The swing of his hips as he mocked you for only doing half of what he'd accomplished in his youth. Nefarious was an animated mech, clawed hands swinging about as he'd jabbed you on the chest. The meeting had been by chance, a single moment of lull in your otherwise 'normal' life. 

It had been enjoyable at the time, until Nefarious had all but marched up to you- long face nearly touching yours as he openly mocked you.

Anyone else would have met a swift end by your knife, a slow death. You'd have sliced him from navel to neck, force him to watch as you plucked his intestine from him and tugged. 

But Dr.Nefarious was different. Not because he was a mech, no no. It was because he had such confidence in his own hype, as if he hadn't been defeated by that idiot Captain Qwark. 

And you so loved bringing overconfident men to their knees, raising their chin with a sharp claw- and then slitting their throat.

Watching the life drain out of their eyes was a favorite pastime of yours, but not for him.

No, you wanted Nefarious to beg. In more ways than for you to spare his pitiful life.

And if it hadn't been for Lawrence, you would have had Nefarious on his hands and knees, body sparking and legs spread as you- ahem.

Perhaps you were getting ahead of yourself. And perhaps, you shouldn't have let some overcooked bot get the better of you. But you'd had yet to get the cock of his hips out of your mind since the encounter.

But you'd manage to simply hold yourself back after all this time.

And in a way, it was a coincidence that the two of you had ended up terrorizing the same galaxy. 

You'd considered chasing him out, an easy thing to achieve, but you weren't an idiot. Rather than rain fire on his ship- you'd let Nefarious contact you first. 

You let him rant to you, body flexing as he called you a manner of things. Things that would have originally bothered you, especially when he continued to call you 'Squishy'. 

The only thing you wanted to squish was that tight waistline of his. 

So you nodded along to whatever he was rambling about, eyes hooding as he swung those hips this way and that.

It had all ended when Nefarious had snarled that you'd better leave before he killed you himself. You'd inhaled- the only noise you'd made during the entire call. 

Narrowing your eyes, you have a snarl of your own; lips pulling back from your dark lips as you roll your eyes.

"No, I don't think you will." You said, voice loud as you gave a mock laugh. "Because you may have the machinery to back up your claims. But if you ever went up against me, one-on-one, you'd be on your knees." You leaned in, eyes gaining a gleam as you slowly traced up his body.

"And I'd keep you there, as my obedient lapdog."

Dr.Nefarious had gawked at that, posture going ramrod straight at your words. 

His jaw worked a few times, the green-glass dome clicking helplessly. 

Lawrence seemed just as surprised, but recovered quickly enough to deliver a slap to Nefarious' dome of a head to set him back in order.

You'd smirked as the mech stuttered out nonsense and curses, but you could see that he was barely managing to restrain himself from postering.

"Let's make a bet;" you started, voice cutting through his own like a knife. 

"If you, oh I don't know, manage to conquer the planet below us before me- I'll let you do whatever you want of me. Either to kill me or…" You trail off, voice husky as you look into his eyes. Seeing the way he almost leaned in, you whispered out the last bit, " any choice of my biochemical weapons as your own. I know you've heard of my most recent project, I could see the jealousy written all over your face at the last villains meet-up."

Hook, line, and sinker.

You smirked as Nefarious gave you a smirk of his own. 

And so the bet was made. But it was one you never planned on losing. 

Terrorizing the people of the planet below had been easy enough, as well as using a quicker weapon to suck up the planet's core- tearing the plant matter and dirt from the small world below you.

It was amusing to see Nefarious glaring at you from your post, and it hardly faded when the robot had sneered and quickly left the destroyed world.

He was outmatched, and knew it well.

So you'd let him go; let him skitter away and think himself into a tizzy as you plotted on how to have your way with him.

And you'd admit- sneaking aboard his ship wasn't your first idea. 

There was locking his ship down completely, then simply inviting Nefarious outright to your own and getting him to pay his due.

But you liked keeping your enemies on their toes- no matter how ridiculous they may seem.

Now here you were, unlocking Nefarious' door and grinning to yourself as it slid open quietly.

And were unsurprised as a blaster was already in front of your face. Nefarious for his part, looking annoyed as he takes in your form.

"You better have brought something of use, or I'm booting you out the nearest air-lock." Was all he said, eyes roving as if looking for any sign of a secret weapon in your person.

Only raising a brow as you smirked down at him. "Rest assured, Nefarious, I've brought all I need with me." You say with ease, using a finger to tilt the front of the blaster away from your face and glide past him. 

Nefarious snorts in only a way he could, but doesn't stop you as you take in his room- shutting the door.

"Dark and moody, to be expected of you." You say, placing a hand on your hip as you move to look over what little cluttered his room.

It surprised you that so little did, seeing how erratically Nefarious sometimes carried himself, but not so off-putting as you'd thought.

"I wasn't expecting you to claim your prize so soon." The robot has the decency to say- as if he'd done up the place if he'd known how quick on the uptake you'd be.

"Eagerness doesn't fit you, Squishy." That last part comes out as a growl, willing a smirk to take place on your lips as you slowly walk back over to him. 

Leaning into his space, you leer as he straightens up, as if to gain the upper height. 

It was a silly thought, but it warmed you as you took him by the chin and your smirk brightened as Nefarious had the decency to look at least a little nervous now.

"Said the pot to the kettle." You murmur, not closing the distance. As many things as you were, you liked being on the same page with these kinds of things.

Nefarious almost looks as if his processor is going to stall on you- but no. 

He looks at you in challenge and takes a step further into your space. 

Sighing, you internally scolded yourself as you leaned in to press your lips to metal.

He's not cold; unlike what you had expected.

It's nothing like a human's warmth, but you tilt your head into it all the same.