Your Queen

Lost in his own reflections of the day, it took a couple of moments for Jules to realise his Fighter was.. singing. Well, it is a habit of his. The blond thought, ready to shrug it off but--

The lyrics began to stick out to him, carried gently on Tony’s endearing voice. He scowled over the blush of his cheeks, listening and feeling his stomach squirm and tighten. His Fighter was unreasonably romantic, drowning in adoration and pulling him down with him.

He turned his head when there was a lull in the song, frosty blue eyes melting.

Nabbed from @hhemeraa​

Resting his arms loosely crossed behind his back, the grin spread over his lips. “Keep it up and I might just have to deny ya to prove a point.”

“ And how long would that last, pup? “ he hummed, stalking towards him lazily. Placing a hand lightly on his chest when he was close enough, Jules took a moment to appreciate the firmness of his muscles and the heat of his body.

Crossing his arms, he can’t help but smirk at him, mischief in his olive green eyes. “You know damn well just how capable I am Jules, I just don’t think I want to.”

“ I know you’re capable of giving me a thorough fucking, but I’ve never known you to be one quite so capable of resisting burying your cock in me. “ The blond teased, touching an finger to his own cheek lightly.

Amphion knew better, he made sure to keep a close eye on Niobe as he came closer making sure to keep the remaining water filled balloon out of the reach of his Navigator. Niobe was just as sneaky as he was, actually far more so usually. There was no way he was going to just let him take away the one advantage he currently, solidly, had. 

“Mutt? You’re going back to calling me that again?” he laughed. “Jeez, and here I thought we’d finally made some progress. But, gimme a little more credit would ya? Do you really think I would have done this outside of here? First off, no way in hell am I gonna let anyone else see my Queen’s sexy when wet look, that’s all mine, and second of all, you should know there’s no way I’m gonna embarrass ya like that. Besides, the last thing either of us want is to damage that royal reputation we’ve got going.”

“Good to hear you didn’t entirely lose your mind when cooking up this idea.” he purred.

Stopping only a few steps away, out of reach, Niobe pinched the front of his shirt and seemed to inspect it for a moment. Considering. He smiled, beginning to unbutton it to reveal the thin singlet beneath.

Tossing the current hydro-projectile lightly in his hand, Amphion met that playfully scathing look with one of smug amusement. “Yeah, but you look more so when you’re like this. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with a little mischief between us once in awhile… just be glad I got you here, in the privacy of our bunk.”

“A little mischief? I’ll keep that in mind.” Niobe huffed, his lips curling into a more friendly expression. Fixing his hair in vain, the Navigator resumed his approach but.. slower this time. Just one delicate step at a time.

Stopping dead in his sopping tracks, Niobe leveled something caught between a glare and a smirk at his Fighter.

Niobe had been hard focused during the day, trying his best to outdo the others and get ahead with his tasks. Coding was… a mind-melting experience though and it often left him feeling frustrated.

He turned to smile, knowing that his King had returned and surely had the assets with which to relieve him-

…

Wet.

He was. Wet.

The blond blinked, slowly realising that somehow, for some reason… Amphion had thrown a water balloon at him.

Just as expected. Phobos didn’t say it openly, but he was demanding more, confirming what Eastwood heard from some of the other soldiers… and giving him an open to do as he pleased.

“What can I say? I enjoy playing with my food.” He whispered near his ear. “And it’s not like you aren’t liking it… You’re the kind that likes to be in control but also loves a good attention to all of your body, right, Phobos?” His hands slid the jacket from over his shoulders and went on for the shirt, pulling the fabric up and letting his palms caress the skin, stopping only when they got near his nipples and skipped the contact with them. “Help me take this out of the way.”

Eyes fluttering closed as those words tickled over his skin, Phobos let his head roll just enough to give the Alpha some access to his neck. He sighed out when, finally, he felt skin on skin contact, his jacket now crumpled behind his feet and shirt hitched up.

The Omega couldn’t help that sharp whine at the teasing of his chest.

“I’m just a man like any other… Actually maybe less than the others, after all, most don’t have the skin all patched up with scars.” He joked and shrugged. “But I’m a man of my word, so…”

Eastwood smiled and walked to Phobos, leaned in and pushed the blond farther back to have his back against the wall, for the moment, wanting to go slow, just because he heard from others about the Navigator’s liking for having it given to him as fast as possible – the ‘queen bitch’ as some would call the man. The Elite wasn’t one to give ears to such gossips, but it was good to grasp on what kind of behavior one had in bed if he wanted to do the opposite of their desires.

One of his hands came to the zipper of the white jacket and pulled it open before he tilted his head and went on to nibble on the pale skin of his neck, completely ignoring the tent that formed on the blond’s pants and covering him in more of his pheromone, this time letting it out in all of it’s strength.

His need was taking over, so much so that the Omega was silent as Eastwood approached despite him wearing that... damned smile. Phobos wanted the other man to lose his cool, to be an Alpha with him, be driven mad with lust like all the others were...

Phobos let out a breath as he was pressed against the wall, his knees trembling. He was awash with Eastwood’s scent now, his usually cool and sharp eyes widening... clouding. With a quiet, frustrated sound, the blond felt himself being swept away.

“... I’ve..” Phobos whispered, his voice airy, “waited en..ough... Are you.. really going to.. toy with me..?”

Dark eyes flashed with a mixture of hunger and hatred. “I don’t need you for a damn thing,” he growled, tightening down his grip on Phobos’ wrist, sharp canine teeth visible in his predatory sneer. “So don’t get your hopes up for me begging you for anything. If you were smart, you’d be the one begging.”

Cain’s level of aggression towards Phobos grew as this peon of an Omega continued to test his patience. He hated Phobos’ lack of control on his pheromones, spreading them around like some cheap perfume the way he did. it was on that principle alone that Cain wanted to give in and not control himself. If Phobos wanted to get fucked so badly that he would let himself ‘stink’ this much, Cain would be glad to be the one to teach him a lesson about what sort of damage could come from it… Good thing for Phobos though that he could rein it in. Besides, he could easily take out the pent up pressure of his current restraint later with Abel. At least they’d both enjoy it that way. 

But, that didn’t mean Cain couldn’t have a little fun just messing with Phobos… scaring him a little… right? 

Using the grip he already had and the advantage of his superior body mass, Cain pushed Phobos back against the wall, pinning him there. The currently unoccupied hand came to Phobos’ throat and Cain got so close into his face that his nicotine breath would be hot against the other’s cheek. “You know what happens when you screw with an Alpha?” he growled against Phobos’ skin, his tongue moving across his teeth, a gesture he knew Phobos should be able to see, even if only from the corner of his eye. “You get his teeth…”

The Alpha’s movements were quick and aggressive, but not entirely unforeseen. Phobos moved with it, not resisting as he was pinned flush against a nearby wall. Only when that hand wrapped around his throat and Cain flashed his fangs once more did the blond stiffen... slightly.

“Teeth..?” Phobos huffed a laugh, “That wasn’t the body part I was hoping for, but I have a feeling that this will lead to what I want regardless.” The Omega flashed him a smile, cheeks heating as Cain’s scent filled him. It was getting difficult to bear, his hips rolling minutely as a soft mewl passed his lips.

After leaving Phobos to deal with his business, Eastwood went on with his days and routine like it was nothing, dodging omegas and betas here and there like he always did when he wasn’t in the mood for any of the fun they offered.

The Elite Fighter had just turned down another omega when he bumped on Phobos and looked down to apologize, though words didn’t come out of his mouth when he saw the face of the Navigator. Phobos did stick to his word and clearly didn’t let anyone else get to him.

“My, my… You’re an obstinate one.” He spoke softly and gently brushed some of the hair that got on Phobos’ face. “Since you fulfill your part… I’ll do mine.”

With that, Eastwood silently gestured for the Navigator to follow him and walked down the hallway to his quarters and letting him walk in first before locking the door behind them.

If he wasn’t so clouded by lust, Phobos would have been disgusted with the way he leaned into that hand and followed the Alpha like a good bitch. That, and the fact that he was wordless the entire way back to Eastwood’s room.

The blond shivered once inside; the Alpha’s scent was stronger here, everywhere. He scanned the space quickly before making for the bed. The Omega’s own hormones were pouring out of him now, his pants tight and damp and brain beginning to swim.

Disgusting. Phobos thought to himself, angry. He’s going to pay for this...

Eastwood was way too used to that behavior and from more sources than he could count in both hands, still, it was amusing to see how Phobos tried to bend him over to his will and have his way.

“No can do. If you don’t take your pills, I won’t lay a single finger on you.” The Elite Fighter’s voice lowered as he refused the idea. “Those are my terms. You comply or go look for another. I’m sure you can find someone that will take on yours.”

And with that, he stepped back and turned to walk out of Phobos reach. His sense of smell could tell when an Omega followed his instructions or not, so it would be quite easy to know if Phobos took his suppressants or not, specially with how strong his sweet scent was.

He was scowling.

Phobos couldn’t believe himself, the lengths he was going to. And as much as he was telling himself he wasn’t bending to the will of an Alpha, and instead just playing his game to get what he wanted... he couldn’t shake his frustration.

Or maybe most of his frustrations were coming from his heat.

Thoughts of Eastwood, his unbreakable composure, intoxicating scent... Phobos’ imagination had run wild over the next week, turning his heat into a suffering of lust. Even the stronger suppressants hadn’t managed to quell his need - and the Navigator didn’t know if he was happy about that. It had been hell to keep the other Alphas off his back..

Phobos finally gave the Fighter his full gaze, his expression amused despite having been grabbed. Cain was dripping with aggression and... Alpha pheromones.

“Think? Oh mutt, I know I’m better than you.” The blond hummed, not trying to pull away from that hand wrapped around his wrist. “If you need to fuck me, Cain, this is an interesting way to go about it.”