The plan plan was to stay on Menagerie’s planet long enough to restock supplies and refuel before they made their way back to the Veles. There was nothing Enzo wanted more, though, than to take a short hot shower and fall back into bed. His wounds were wearing on him, draining his energy as his body fought to heal the damage, and he was sticky and gross from his sweaty sleep. When the ramp had closed behind them and Jaela started on the checklist Enso made his excuses, heading off to the back for a much-needed cleaning.

The hot water, short-lived as it was, was both a blessing and a curse. He hissed as it burned like fire over the wound on his back, the skin over-sensitive to the heat, but it also soothed the ache of muscles which were still tense. He rested his head on the wall and allowed the water to wash over him until the auto shut-off kicked in five minutes later.

His shoulder was still violently purple and swollen, but the swelling had begun to go down and for that Enzo was grateful. When he turned to get a look at his flank he saw that the ointment Jaela had rubbed him down with had started to do its work, too. The wound was a big scabby mess, peppered over his back like pain spatter, but scabs meant healing. He decided to leave the bandages off so that it could breathe while he slept. He tossed his towel over the head of the shower and made his way out of the fresher with a sigh.

Zarek was waiting for him outside the room he’d claimed as his own on the starship, leaning on the doorframe with one boot pressed against the wall behind him. Echo’s pocket was empty, the first time Enzo had ever seen Zarek without his furry little friend. Enzo didn’t let his surprise show when he stopped in front of the captain and crossed his arms over his naked chest. “What’s up, Zarek?”

“How are your burns doing?” Zarek asked in lieu of a reply, setting his foot down and pushing himself off the wall. It was unlike Zarek to ask how one of his men was feeling after an injury, and the inquiry put Enzo on edge.

He raised an eyebrow and started to push past Zarek to get into his room. “I’m fine, Zarek. Been hurt worse before.”

His back stiffened when he felt Zarek come up behind him, crowding in close, his clothes brushing against Enzo’s sensitive skin. Hot fingers ghosted down his spine, just close enough to his wounds to make Enzo’s skin tingle. The captain’s breath flittered over his ear, and Enzo could feel every inch of the other man’s body, like the tiny amount of space between them was charged with electricity.

“Zarek, what - “

Whatever he’d been about to say was cut off as Zarek gripped him by his good shoulder and spun him around, moving in so close that Enzo had to back himself against the wall to prevent full body contact. The cool metal was jarring on his wounds, causing him to arch slightly forward to escape it and, oh, there was Zarek, so close that Enzo’s whole body was beginning to feel feverish.

Zarek reached out and gripped Enzo’s hip with bruising force, fingers digging into his flesh, and Enzo was torn between being immediately, inanely aroused, and irritated at being manhandled. He settled on something in-between, glaring defiantly while also relishing in the arousal pooling in the pit of his stomach.

“Zarek, we shouldn’t,” he breathed, sucking his lip between his teeth without even meaning to. The truth was that he shouldn’t, that he knew who he was and he knew who Zarek was and he knew that stepping over that line with the captain was going to be his undoing. He was already half in love with him, and he knew that if he felt all that power above him, beneath him, inside of him - well, he’d be lost. There would be no one there to catch him, either, because Zarek was not that type of man. He didn’t do relationships. He didn’t do love.

“‘We shouldn’t’ and ‘I don’t want to’ are very different things, kid,” Zarek rasped, his fingertips digging so hard into Enzo’s hips that he knew he’d have five little bruises there the next day. Even that thought made Enzo’s blood burn, and he had no idea how much he actually liked being manhandled until that moment, but fuck if he was ever going to be able to forget it after.

“We shouldn’t,” Enzo choked out, unable to lie and becoming less sure of his convictions the longer he stood with that incredible heat seeping into his skin.

Zarek apparently took Enzo’s answer as consent and, with a deep grunt that went straight to Enzo’s groin, yanked on the hair he’d twined between his fingers and brought their mouths crashing together.

It wasn’t so much a kiss as it was an almost violent clashing of teeth and lips. Zaren pushed him roughly into the wall and Enzo gasped into his open mouth in equal amounts of pleasure and pain. The captain’s hands were everywhere, rough fingers digging into his flesh, sharp nails scraping down his spine. Enzo was panting in seconds, surging forward and pressing his tongue forcefully into Zarek’s mouth.

It was hot and dirty, more perfect than Enzo had ever imagined, and, fuck, this was one of those reasons that having sex with his captain was a Very Bad Idea. Because he wasn’t supposed to submit, he wasn’t supposed to do emotions, but as those rough lips opened under his Enzo was on the verge of breaking both of those unspoken rules. Zarek’s tongue was rough like sandpaper, and his sharp teeth kept nipping painfully at Enzo’s lips and tongue. Enzo’s face was already chafing with stubble burn and, oh gods, he’d never experienced anything so perfect.

Zarek arched into him when Enzo yanked his shirt up as far as he could underneath his leather jacket and dug his fingers greedily into the white flesh underneath, grunting again and pulling their hips together so that Enzo could feel just how much Zarek wanted him.

“Fuck,” Enzo gasped out between the press of lips, and Zarek chuckled low in his throat.

“That’s the idea, Zo.”

Enzo couldn’t, just could not take it anymore. He needed to feel more of that skin he’d been dreaming about for what felt like half his life. He yanked Zarek’s jacket off his shoulders, dropped it unceremoniously to the ground before flipping their positions and shoving his captain forcefully into the wall. His head connected with the metal with a clank, and he growled. Enzo didn’t care, couldn’t think beyond the throbbing of his cock and his hands pressing into that scarred flesh.

He slammed his hand into the door release and crowded Zarek into his room, breaking the kiss to yank the other man’s shirt of his head. Zarek proved that all of his bulky muscle wasn’t just for show when he shoved Enzo back, back until Enzo’s legs connected with the short desk. Then, muscles bunching with the surge of strength, he grasped Enzo’s thighs with both hands and lifted him back onto the table.

This was wrong, wrong, wrong, and Enzo knew it. He’d never felt so out of control in this type of situation, never even considered being pushed around like this, but now it had him feeling so hot he thought he was going to drown in it. Zarek nipped at Enzo’s lip and he could tell it had drawn blood by the taste of copper on that rough tongue when it met his next.

He yanked Zarek closer by the hem on his pants, moaning when his ass was grasped between two firm hands. He was just sliding Zarek’s zipper down, just getting to what he really wanted, when Jaela’s voice crackled over the intercom and they both stilled.

“Uh, Cap?”

Zarek growled, frustrated, and slapped his fist into the comm button with more force that was strictly necessary. “The fuck do you want, Jael? I’m kind of fucking busy here!”

“Just wanted to give you a heads up that there’s about four Federation ships headed our way. They’ve ordered us to surrender.”

Zarek let out a shaky sigh, dropping his head to rest on Enzo’s heaving chest before he answered. “Alright, I’ll be right there. Prepare to move out.”

“Aye, Cap,” Jaela chirped, and then the comm shut off and Enzo heard the engines coming online.

Enzo squirmed, still hot, still unbelievably aroused, fighting the urge to say fuck it all and get dragged into the Galactic Federation’s prison with that hot mouth wrapped around his dick because, fuck, he needed more of this. Zarek was quicker to recover, smirking at Enzo’s dazed expression and leaning in for one more bruising kiss. Enzo arched into the captain’s hand when it reached down to run once up his length through his pants, and then that wild heat was gone and Zarek was pulling on his shirt and Enzo was left bereft.

“Best pull yourself together, kid, and meet us on the bridge,” Zarek was saying as he tucked his still hard length up into his waistband and gingerly zipped his pants up. “No idea why these fuckers are after us this time. I swear, you try to be an upstanding citizen for once and look at all the thanks you get!”

Enzo cleared his throat guiltily and reached over to where he’d slung his coat over the desk chair before his shower. “Uh, that’s probably my fault this time.”

“The hell do you mean it’s your fault?” Zarek snapped, hand on the door.

Enzo held up the knives he’d seen Zarek eyeing earlier, shrugging sheepishly. The pink metal glinted in the sunlight coming through the window, sending little pink-tinged rainbows cascading over Zarek’s face. The captain blinked and cocked his head to the side, and Enzo swallowed.

“Well, I saw you looking at them and I know how you like to collect interesting knives. I didn’t think he’d notice, to be honest, they were on the bottom shelf and I was real careful. Only took out the smallest piece of glass and - “ Zarek cut off his nervous rambling with a hard kiss, tongue slipping in like the sweetest reward Enzo had ever gotten.

When he pulled away a second later he had the knives in his hand, and Enzo had no clue how he’d taken them. “Sentimental idiot,” Zarek said, rolling his eyes. Enzo didn’t miss the way he gripped the handles of the knives to tightly though.

When his door had clicked shut behind the captain he dropped his head into his hands with a shaky sigh.

He was so incredibly fucked.