artwork by @pignk // writing by @fangirlingoverstufff
Special Note. This fic has been written in such a manner that you may decide who you want to imagine as the Top or Bottom!
Pairing : Recom Miles Quaritch x Recom Lyle Wainfleet
Rating : Explicit 18+
Word count : 1.7k
Warnings : switch Lyle and Quaritch, very lowkey bratty Quaritch, power dynamics (colonel/corporal), playful banter, established sexual relationship, implied sex, alcohol, very nostalgic, passionate and caring, tsaheylu
Vibe : nostalgic, RDA, playful, after hours
Context : In which Quaritch and Lyle share an intimate moment in Bridgehead's Ops Center during the dead of night.
Thank you again to @pignk for letting me post her beautiful artwork along with my short fanfiction. This art is actually what inspired my fic!
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Lyle took a deep breath. Fuck, the colonel smelled good. He’d always loved the way that Miles had smelt- like a mix of coffee and fresh cut wood- and tonight the smell of his excitement mingled with that of his natural scent, creating an intoxicating blend that made Lyle's thoughts scramble and his limbs heavy.
“What you thinkin’ about corporal?” Quaritch drawled.
Both men had a light flush heating their skin, giving the blue of their cheeks and chests a soft purple tint.
“Just thinkin’ about how good you smell-“ Lyle murmured, breath ghosting over Quaritch’s neck “- and feel in my hands.”
Quaritch hummed in delight.
Lyle cherished moments like these, where time seemed to stop and he got to see another, somewhat vulnerable side of the colonel. He knew that no one else ever got to see this part of Miles. In these rare instances, the faith of humankind felt like nothing but a distant memory, his only focus the man that stood before him. It was a relief.
He licked at the sensitive skin of Quaritch's neck, feeling the steady thrum of his pulse under his tongue.
A small smile spread on Quaritch’s lips. There was a glint in his eyes- not of anger, not of determination, but of happiness. Real, unfiltered happiness. Lyle wasn’t the only one to savour these moments. If anything, Miles appreciated them even more. It was always in the arms of his corporal that he would feel most at peace. Free from taking any life altering decisions, from worrying about the faith of his men and women. He had too much blood on his hands, but whenever he was alone with Lyle it felt like his hands had finally been washed clean.
The two men had been sharing a few beers in the Ops Center- the area completely empty at such an odd hour of the night- when out of the blue Quaritch had taken away Lyle's beer and pulled him in by the collar of his polo. He’d kissed him gently at first, almost shyly, before any lingering restraint had rapidly melted away into a feverish clash of teeth and tongues. It had come to Lyle as a surprise, his mind hellbent on elaborating a plan to corner the Sullys, but rapidly enough he’d melted against his colonel's lips. It had been a long time since they were last intimate- too long- and Lyle had never been able to resist the man anyways. Quickly enough their shirts had been tossed aside, both men caught in each other’s embrace amongst the golden sea of holographic maps.
“Those lab coats were really generous with you, weren’t they?” Lyle mumbled against Quaritch's skin, hands greedily trailing over his body. The man was taller than him and more muscular, with broader shoulders and an impossibly narrow waist. Even as a human Miles had been one to make heads turn- God knows how many men and women had fawned over him, including Lyle- but he’d definitely never seen a Na’vi as breathtaking as him. He was beautiful in that sort of raw, masculine way, and Lyle hadn’t been able to tear his gaze away since he’d laid eyes on him that one fateful day of their rebirth.
Quaritch pulled back, making Lyle look up at him in confusion. He could also see a glimmer of lust in Lyle's gaze. It made his ears flatten and cheeks burn hotter. “You ain’t bad to look at either, corporal.” he murmured, studying the other man closely. He languidly draped his arms over Lyle’s shoulders, taking in the way his gaze softened at the compliment. He'd always found that the corporal was striking in his own way. Lyle was all hard lines with a sculpted face and high cheekbones, and a defined Adonis belt that disappeared under the waistband of his fatigues, luring the mind into wondering what hid underneath.
Except that Quaritch didn't have to imagine.
He knew exactly what was under those pants.
His dick twitched at the thought.
Lyle’s hands had stilled, palms pressed flat against Miles’ strong chest. He could feel his heartbeat under his left palm.
Quaritch's pulse had quickened.
A loopsided smirk spread over Lyle's face.
“C'mere.” he whispered, his gaze dropping to Miles’ lips, leaning in gently.
Quaritch tilted his head away, chin held high. "If I recall correctly, corporals don't give colonels orders." There was a light slur to his words, his southern accent heavier whenever he drank.
To anyone else Quaritch's words would've sounded bitter, but to Lyle this was simply part of the little game they liked to play.
"If I recall correctly,-" Lyle repeated, his tail flicking in amusement "- colonels don't fuck their corporals."
That made Quaritch's brows lift.
"Shut up." he drawled, but there was no bite to it.
Lyle chuckled. Quaritch was trying to act aloof, but with the way his voice had deepened and his eyes were trailing over every inch of Lyle's body, the corporal knew that he was everything but unbothered.
"Whatever you want... boss." he rasped, leaning in again. This time Quaritch didn't pull away, and before he could shoot back a snarky reply, Lyle licked a stripe up his neck, making his head roll back in pleasure, brows furrowed and jaw clenched tight in a deep groan. Although Quaritch had never directly admitted it, Lyle knew that he had always loved the authority that came with his titles.
He gently caught Quaritch's lip between his teeth, fangs lightly scraping the plump skin, and was rewarded with another groan. The sound sent a fresh wave of lust rushing through him. His palms slid down, wrapping around Quaritch's waist to settle against his lower back, right at the base of his tail. Quaritch's skin felt soft and warm under Lyle's fingertips as he pushed them past the waistband of his fatigues.
Lyle remained quiet, answering Quaritch’s plea by trailing his lips down again until he was buried in the crook of his neck. There he sucked and nipped at the tender skin, taking great pleasure in thinking that his ministrations would leave his mark on the other man. Perhaps Miles was his superior, but tomorrow the colonel would be walking around base with Lyle's scent lingering on his skin.
Lyle could proudly say that had fucked- and gotten fucked by- none other than the colonel Miles Quaritch.
A sense of pride swelled in his chest.
It had always fascinated Lyle how in his everyday functions the colonel was a man of authority, power and forwardness, but would play this game of push and pull whenever they were alone. With Lyle, Quaritch was neither at his mercy nor in complete control. One moment he would tell Lyle exactly what he wanted, the next he would let him do as he pleased.
Lyle could feel Quaritch's nails digging into the hard flesh of his shoulders now, hips grinding shamelessly against his. Even his breath had gotten shallower. This was Quaritch’s way of begging and Lyle knew it, as he was too proud of a man to directly beg for anything.
Lyle’s fingers pressed into Quaritch's back, drawing him in harder as he ground back against him for the first time. At this point he was fully erect and had every intention of letting the other man know just how turned on he was.
A low growl escaped Quaritch as he pressed his lips to Lyle's ear. "Stop teasin' around. You know damn well what I want." he whispered through gritted teeth.
His voice was rough, his southern drawl thick, and smell of his arousal weighed heavy in the air.
And boy did Lyle know how to keep pushing his colonel's buttons just right.
He quickly wrapped Quaritch's braid around his fingers and tugged at the sensitive bundle of nerves. The sensation made Quaritch yelp, but before Lyle could savour the moment, the other man retaliated by reaching around him and pulling on his tail, sending a current of electricity up his spine. Lyle let out a stifled groan and within seconds both men were already crashing to the ground in a tangle of limbs and grunts.
There was no more holding back. No more hesitation. In the middle of Bridgehead’s control room, both men finally found each other again. Greedy mouths kissed everywhere, the salt of each other's sweat on their tongues. Impatient hands stroked, grabbed and pushed legs apart. Nails and fangs dug into flesh. A gasp here, a swear there. Their bodies rocked against one another, sweat covered skin glowing under the holograms as the wet sounds of their affections rapidly filled the empty room.
“Fuck, Miles.” Lyle panted, “Why did we ever wait so long?”
Lyle was referring to their lifetime as humans.
These fleeting moments between them were always bittersweet. They brought back to the surface beautiful memories they could no longer relive again, just as it reminded them of things they wished they'd done differently. The corporal and colonel had never crossed any boundaries in their time as humans, but now that they were brought back to life, any restraint they had held onto was long gone.
"We're here now. Forget about them." Quaritch rasped, breathless as he brought his kuru over to Lyle's.
The pink tendrils swayed happily together, intertwining with ease in a familiar dance.
Both men gasped at the sensation, pupils swallowing the yellow sea of their irises. To feel another so deeply was something that they could simply never get used to, no matter the amount of times they had completed the bond.
Soon enough their grunts and growls filled the air again in a crescendo of frenzied movements and ecstasy, every sensation and emotion amplified by the connection they shared.
They were given a second chance at life.
And this time, they would make sure to live with no regrets.
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