#dextorra

Red felt his own face flush as he gazed at the hidden contents of the box. Slowly lowering Dextorra, the taller Irken gingerly lifted the box, picking through the materials inside. His spooch fluttered with pride as he looked over the sheets of paper scattered on the bottom of the box.

“Dexy...you never told me you were a fan of mine~” he gives the smaller Irken a half-lidded look.

Shifting uncomfortably, Dextorra slowly moves towards his Tallest, sitting on his bed and patting the place beside him. Moving to sit beside the other Irken, Red felt his antennae perk with interest and the much smaller male gently took the box from his hands.

“My caregiver sent these to me with the last mail shipment, sir. She thought that it would make me feel more at home.” he chuckles bitterly, an embarrassed blush dusted across his cheeks. 

Reaching into the box, Dextorra starts to shift through the piles of paper, drawings, magazine snippets, printed photos, and other various merchandise of the Tallest beside him. “I was a big fan of yours back in your academy days. I thought...that you were so cool. And strong. A fierce warrior and an even better pilot. “ chuckling once again he gently lifts a small locket-like object,  flushing with embarrassment. 

Red gelt his spooch twist eagerly at these words, warmth spreading through him. He often reminiced on his academy days, often dreaming of what he would do differently. It was odd though. People usually preferred Purple over him, especially since Purple defeated him in the Final Trial, gaining the honorary title of “Most Successful Warrior” and growing to become Irk’s most legendary Invader. Red, having lost his chance to become an Invader, honed his piloting skills, eventually rising to become Tallest Miyuki’s personal pilot. Gently placing his hand on Dextorra’s, he lifts the locket, opening it up and nearly snorting at a magazine clipped image crammed into the small piece of jewelry. 

Shifting uncomfortably, Dextorra moves to tug his tunic back down, crossing one of his legs over the other. “My caregiver bought me everything with your face on it. I would wait in lines for hours to get things signed by you…” glancing over he places his bare palm on a panel on his wall, the hologram he kept up whenever Red was in his quarters. Glancing away, he wraps his arms around his midsection as Red turned to the wall.

Eyes widening, Red gently placed his fingers over the worn poster, tracing his signature at the corner of the tattered paper. “This..this is the Final Trial’s poster..when Purple beat me?” he looks questioningly at the back of the pilot’s head. 

The tips of Dextorra’s antennae flicker with a pink sheen as they press against the back of the slowly shying away Irken’s head. “I remember hoping you would win, sir. You were my favorite...I chased you down after just to get your signature..the signature of my hero..” peeking over his shoulder, the comms officer shyly glances back down at the floor. “You were the reason I wanted to be a pilot. I wanted to be just like my hero..I didn’t even care who I worked for...heh. Imagine my surprise when I got personally selected by my Tallest to pilot the Massive in our goal of galactic conquest.” Looking back towards his door, Dextorra trembles lightly, trying to stifle the anxiety filling his spooch as he explains all of this to Red. Was he saying too much?

Red tilts his head, his feathered antennae twisting lightly forward. Gripping one of them he squints, wondering why they were being so problematic. Blinking in confusion he forces himself to focus on the situation at hand. Scooting towards the pilot, he reaches to place a finger under the smaller Irken’s chin, guiding those intense magenta eyes back to his own. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked softly, towering over the other man before slowly moving to press his palm against Dextorra’s cheek, gently cupping the male’s face.

Dextorra’s eyes widen at the physical contact; touch was a very important sense to Irkens, and many Smallers were prohibited from using it, thus the gloves and garb that covered most of their skin. Tallests used hover belts as to not touch the ground the filthy smallers walked upon. So Red touching his, a smaller Irken’s, face, it was a sign of great respect. One would almost mistake it for love...but he knew better. His throat clenched at this thought and he immediately looked away from the endearing gaze of his Tallest.

“You didn’t recognize me with…” the pilot’s fingers trembled as he lifts his hand, gently touching his mechanical jaw. “You even laughed at it...threatened to remove it because it was unsightly… so I thought that maybe you had forgotten, or simply hadn’t cared.” Dextorra’s spooch trembled as he blinked rapidly, scared of man before him. “So I wore my cowl and told the rest of the crew that I was born without my jaw...a common defect from my part of the planet.” 

Red immediately tensed, eyes hastily following the line where the bolt holds the lower jaw in place. Narrowing his eyes, he let out a soft growl, hunching over to let his antennae ghost around Dextorra. “But if you weren’t born without a jaw...how did..?”

Clenching his jaw, Dextorra dug his own claw into the flesh of his arm, fear and grief spiking in his spooch at the memory. “My classmates didn’t take too kindly to my...height sir.”

Red’s mind moved a mile a minute; back in his day, being a Taller in the Academy gave you status and class, you were treated much better than the weak Smallers the surrounded you. Had things changed so much in merely a century or two? 

Staring down at Dextorra with wide eyes, Red immediately grips the pilot by the jaw, forcing him to look back up at his master. “This foolish thing is unsightly!” he hisses, leaning close and forcefully pressing his forehead against the trembling man beneath him. “It’s unsightly because it dares to mar your face, Dextorra. It dares to prove that someone hurt you before I could mark you as mine.” he snarls, watching as the smaller Irken trembles beneath him. 

“S-Sir. Please…” moving his arms, he grips Red’s shoulders as the taller man continues to push, pinning Dextorra beneath him, keeping their foreheads pressed harshly together. “Sir…” 

Red’s antenna move to dust over the trembling Irken’s face, surrounded themselves in the scent rolling off of the pilot. “You are mine, Dextorra. And someone hurt you. That’s why it’s a hideous thing. If I could remove it I would.” snarling once more, Red tightens his grip on the mechanical piece, forcing the man to open his mouth before forcing his tongue inside.

Dextorra tensed before squeezing his eyes closed, panic spiking in him until he realized that his Tallest had no intention of hurting him. Relaxing his grip, he slowly and tentatively rubs his much shorter tongue against Red’s, nearly moaning at the taste of his Tallest. Letting out a soft whimper, he moved his face forward as Red pulled back, licking his teeth and glaring down at the smaller Irken. “I will find them, Dextorra. No matter where. And I will show them what happens when someone touches a Tallest’s belongings.”

Trembling with joy, Dextorra ran his hand slowly up Red’s arm, moving his fingers onto the other man’s chest and pressing his palm against the front of his robes, feeling the muscles tense under his touch. “I was always yours...even then?” those magenta orbs shine with unshed tears of relief as Red leans forward, eyes softening as he gently brushes his forehead against Dextorra’s. 

“Yes...even then. I might not have known it...but you were made for me,” he whispers before gently pressing his lips to the others. 

Instantly, Dextorra’s arms snaked around the back of Red’s neck, hugging him tightly as he kissed his Tallest in return. Magenta tinged tears spilled down his cheeks as his antennae tangle with Red’s. “My Tallest...I’m so happy..” he hiccups between kisses. 

Cupping him by the jaw, Red peppers kisses along the smaller Irken’s cheeks. “Mine. Mine. All mine. My Dextorra.” He coos, stroking under Dextorra’s eye with one of his thumbs. “I won’t let you go now that you’re mine Dexy~” he slithers his tongue through his teeth, keeping Dextorra pinned beneath him. “The entire Armada will know that you’re mine. Anyone who touches you will suffer my wrath…”