An Old Soldier

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"Wh-what…?" Barth only caught a glimpse of shark-like teeth, grinning, beckoning, before they sank into his flesh, hungry to taste him. He knew not the origin of Kharn’s desires, nor did he know what brought this upon him, but far be it for Barth to complain. He moaned lowly, feeling sharp bone poking at his body, not breaking skin but deep enough for a krogan to feel through his tough hide.

 For a few moments they both stood quiet, Barth’s confused breaths hitching when he felt the fingers creep around his arms. He yelped when he felt hands nearly crushing his forearms, claws digging into cloth and skin. Thrown inside his home, his hearts were racing as he was treated like a ragdoll, quickly shoved and held tightly against the wall. Had he fallen for a trap? Was Kharn here, reappearing for him and trapping him in a vice-grip, just to capture him, or—

The last thing he wanted Barth to feel for him was pity, such a disgusting waste of emotion, but he did earn the reply he aspired for. It brought his glum feeling to a reassurance, another burst of air passed his nostrils, fingers loosening but he would not let go. The scent was so indistinguishable, and it gave Kharn a meager moment of comfort transposed to greed, mind reaching back to the night he ran into this stranger, and to the bed they shared. Amusing to think that he felt such repulsion towards him in the beginning, and now to fall this far where a few months without sight of him stirred worry and pain, but he would never admit that, he was too proud. 

Never look down on someone, unless you’re getting head.

This was hardly the greeting he’d been expecting. Uncertain of what would meet him upon hearing the slither of the door, he silently braced himself when the looming figure of the towering green krogan appeared behind the doorway. A fist in the face, like last time? Would that be the sole exchange before the door shut in his face? Or would there simply be an awkward silence between them as Kharn gathered his thoughts? He certainly looked haggard enough, in spite of his usual demeanour.

It had been quite a long while since he’d heard from the old man. Barth’s own absence hadn’t helped, actually having landed a job guarding a caravan holding precious supplies for various colonies. Yet, time to time, Kharn crossed his mind, whether willingly or not. Being messaged suddenly out of the blue was intriguing, and he couldn’t wait to find out what the older krogan desired of him. Though not bad terms, they hadn’t parted on especially good terms either, though they remained amical at best (excepting the little fun they had one night).

   Kharn sat still as he felt his stomach turn, he hadn't seen Barth in a long while, the last time they spoke ended with the old Krogan giving the other a fist into his face. The light ping from his omni-tool caused his hushed heart beats to spike, followed by the familiar tone of the stranger that retained heavily in his thoughts. Sitting up, his feet lightly thudded against the floor, reaching hesitantly to the key pad, talons tracing the button before watching the door shoot open. His eyes looked down to the familiar face before him, it felt like a punch to the chest, no words came to his mind, and none left his mouth.