Lights out was in ten minutes. Ryker and Zavir fell asleep but Arana had yet to join them.

“We should talk to Lilea tomorrow. With our work done, we’ll be lounging about, so it would be hard to avoid her. Not to say that we should avoid her because she didn’t do anything wrong and arguably we didn’t, either. Out here, we have to watch out for ourselves. She definitely understands, but it would be the right thing to do, to talk to her, right?” Her hand hung over the edge of the mattress, tapping each finger against her thumb repeatedly.

“Yep,” I replied with my eyes on the commlink. Nine minutes.

This lot were hard sleepers, had to be otherwise we wouldn’t get any. Once she passed out, I should be good to escape. Roys better not lecture me. I wasn’t in the mood. The whole point was nasty sex to help pass the days.

The bed creaked and there Arana was, looming over the railing. “Are you bothered at all?”

“Yeah, but losing sleep over it won’t change anything. Shit happens, A.” We knew that better than most.

“I’m tired of shit happening.”

“Aren’t we all?”

“Would you have abandoned me?” she whispered, her eyes nothing but deep voids in the night.

My hand clenched from where it laid behind my head. “I saved you from that flora.”

Not entirely a lie. Not the truth either.

“Because you thought you had the opportunity to. You didn’t think your life was on the line. If I was in Lilea’s place back there, if I couldn’t have followed you, would you have left me?”

To die, lingered on the end of that question, a cruel, crawling creation between us, filling the space, sucking the air from the room like a blackhole. In that space, drifting in and out of reality, was that voice again. Her voice.

“Yes,” I replied and Arana flinched. “I’ll always choose me first. So should you.” Then I turned my back to her. “Go to sleep.”

The bunk creaked over and over, Arana flipping and turning above me, reminding me of another body lying beside me, softly snoring. When I shut my eyes, I could see Her, and I knew I needed a distraction more than anything.

The commlink blinked 2209, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14. Arana snored. Good. I had to get out of there before my mind fucked with me.

None of them woke when I slid the commlink off my wrist, leaving it under the blankets of my bed. They didn’t wake when I grabbed my smokes—I liked having one afterward—or when I opened the door, letting in the pale blue light of the hall. They didn’t wake when I left, wandering to Roys’ office on the other end of the barracks closer to the armory.

Lucky, as usual. No one was out. Lights out meant we should be in bed. Surely there were some in the communal area messing around, seeing as we technically had nothing to do tomorrow, save our training regimens. Roys wouldn't risk us getting sloppy. But there really wasn’t anyone to catch me standing in front of Roys’ office door.

I wondered if he would really be there, if he either left because I was late or didn’t show up at all. The month he had been around was a horrid one because he obeyed the rules and this was entirely against them. But when I opened the door, there he was, leaning against the desk in the dark. The single light source came from the sleeping holo screen, casting the office in a deep blue haze.

He didn’t say anything at first. Neither did I, as if we waited for the other to change their mind. If anyone would, it would be him, and I expected an excuse to form that he’d inevitably cast aside because, in the end, we were trapped here for three months and he’d eventually get as bored as I was.

The thought must have been there. A ghost haunting the edge of his mind. His fingers tapped, like he needed those candy’s, but he didn’t offer them a glance. All his attention remained on me, the representation of our agreement and I left it up to him to determine whether that agreement stood. I had no issue moving forward, but I wasn’t so much of a dick that I’d keep prodding him for sex.

“I was starting to think you were the shy one,” he finally said, arms crossed and in nothing but a pair of gray sweats that hung low on his wide waist and a muscle shirt that couldn’t possibly contain him.

“I don’t see how you could ever even consider that,” I replied, biting back an enthusiastic grin.

“You are late.”

“Because Arana wasn’t asleep yet. Trust me, she would have followed and I don’t think you want her to see what we’re about to do.” I crossed the room to meet him. He never let me get there.

Hand on my chest, he ordered,  “Take off your clothes.”

Excitement hummed hot from the ravenous look in his eyes. They weren’t hesitant anymore, replaced by the hunger he had in the cave, the bud blooming where others could not see.

I took my time undressing for him. Roys’ attention burned through me, his eyes pitch black in this light, sensual in a way I once believed him incapable of. He had always been too rigid, a foundation that wouldn’t crack. Now there was a fluidity to him, more like an ocean offering the promise of adventure.

My shirt fell forgotten. My pants hit the floor. I shivered under his attention, the way his eyes fell over every piece of me. His low voice came out as a growl, “Touch yourself.”

I grabbed my cock, more than eager to comply when I knew what would come next. Roys’ lips tilted into an amused smile. “You really will obey orders here.”

My hand moved faster, knuckles brushing against him. “I’m an enthusiastic listener, depending on the outcome.”

Still smiling, he caught me by the back of the neck to tug me in for that cherry flavored kiss. I moaned into his mouth, into all the promises he gave without a word. Roys caught me under the thighs and lifted. We turned where I fell onto the desk, hand still around my cock and the other lost over his shoulders.

Dipping below his shirt, I explored his back, feeling every scar that my nails scraped across. His calloused hands rubbed my thighs, spreading them so he could bring us chest to chest. He rolled against me, building all the desires unspoken between us since the cave. Since maybe before that, considering I wanted between his legs from the moment I saw him.

We broke apart purely for the removal of his clothes. His shirt ripped in our eagerness. I caught his complaint with a kiss. We didn’t take our time. It wasn’t about that. This was meant to be messy, all biting and scratching and pulling. Not a yearning but greed that couldn’t be satiated in any meandering way.

He really was all muscle and those muscles were mine to adore, running up his arms, over his back, down his chest. His skin broke out in goosebumps from the attention. My attention. That had to piss him off and it made my desire burn all the wilder.

His mouth fell from mine to mark my neck, my shoulder, my chest, never leaving my skin less than red. I groaned when he took my nipple between his teeth, rolling his tongue over the bud like his favorite candy. My hand jerked faster, building a burning bliss until Roys grabbed my wrist.

He looked up at me. “We wouldn’t want this to finish too soon. You said you wanted me to fuck you, right?”

My breathing stuttered. “Yes.”

He grabbed my neck. “Yes?”

“Yes, sir.”

“That’s a good boy. On your back.”

I fell from him, letting Roys turn us so I laid longways over the desk. He stood in the slim passageway. He touched me from ankle to knee to thigh to hip, letting those strong hands grip and drag, leaving red trails in their wake, until his fingers found my chest. I leaned into his fingers circling my nipples before replacing them with his teeth. He licked and sucked until I ached, hands clinging firmly to his sides. When Roys deemed my chest thoroughly ravished, he ran teeth and tongue down my chest, over my abdomen to the curls around my cock. My hips rose to meet him. He pushed me away, locked on the desk as he tasted and bit everything but the one part of me that wanted his heat most.

Grabbing his hair, I caught as much as it could and tugged. “Suck me off already.”

“You’re needy. I’m not surprised.” He chuckled, lips caught worshiping my thighs. The only image that could rival him between my legs was when I was looking up from between his.

“Is that a complaint?”

“No. I like it when you give in, too.”

His mouth looked incredible taking my cock. It was pure, hot, aching bliss. He held my thighs apart, sucking me off with a focus unlike any other. I perched on one elbow to watch, savoring the sight of him bobbing his head for me.

“You look so fucking hot like this.” I tried grinding into his mouth and he departed to bite my thigh.

“Try that again and I’ll stop,” he warned.

Nodding, I laid there, hands in his hair, drowning in agonizing pleasure. Cursing when he dropped a thigh to slide his hand between my cheeks. A finger circled my hole, tantalizing, overwhelming. I would have been happy to finish there, but Roys only let me see that edge before denying me of it.

He departed completely, leaving me shivering and panting against the desk. I thought the foolish bastard changed his mind and I’d be forced to dispose of his body in one of the disposal units until he opened the console. In his hand, he had a bottle of lube.

“Did you stash that there after our chat or were you waiting for an opportunity like this?” I asked, enjoying the way he returned to spread my legs a little too far, making my muscles twitch. He didn’t warrant my teasing with a response.

“You’re going to prepare yourself,” he said in that tone that got me even more hot and bothered.

“I’d be more than happy to.” I sat up when he offered the lube, watching as I wet my fingers. Keeping one hand on the desk behind me, I knocked my legs against his hips and said, “But if you want to watch, you’ll have to help me out.”

He took me under the knees and lifted more and more, watching for a reaction until my thighs touched my chest. He admired the view of me spread for him and the way my hand dropped. His eyes were dark, a reflection purely of me.

When my finger brushed over my hole, he said, “You’re surprisingly flexible.”

“Years of practice.” I slipped a finger in, working myself nice and slow, the way I knew he didn’t want. Roys gave a warning glance that encouraged my defiance further and he reacted exactly the way I wanted.

“Do you want me to fuck you or not?” he growled against my neck where his teeth scraped the skin.

“I do.”

“Then I suggest you behave or you’re more than welcome to finish yourself off. Do you want that?”

“No, sir.” I moved my finger faster, shivering as he leaned away to watch. He licked his lips when a second finger joined, spreading me. Then he pressed his hips forward, letting his cock brush against my hand as it worked.

The room had been cool when I arrived. Now it was searing, leaving me sweating, breathless, a star on the verge of collapsing. Roys silenced my moans with his mouth, nipping at my lips, silencing me with his feverish taste.

“Faster,” he ordered, biting into my bottom lip.

His hands gripped my legs tighter, bruising them. My hand worked faster, knowing it couldn’t prepare me for what was to come. He settled his forehead on my chest, watching my work until he peeked up with me wearing nothing but a devilish grin. “Put me in yourself.”

My hands fumbled to find the lube behind me as he rolled his hips. Popping the top off, I enjoyed coating his cock, knowing that’d soon be inside of me. With one hand still supporting me, the other guided him forward. I moaned when his tip breached me and whined when he pulled away, depriving me of my desires. He did that two more times, making my hips thrash before finally giving in.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned.

Roys wasn’t slow, didn’t take his time, burying himself to the hilt in a swift thrust that had my eyes rolling. His beard rubbed against my neck where he kissed and sucked. The pleasure tore through me, a rage of sporadic nerves firing all at once. The desk rocked as Roys fucked me. His hips slammed against my ass. One hand still stabilized me. The other grabbed my cock, fruitlessly trying to touch myself in tune with his powerful thrusts. But any time I got a rhythm, Roys slowed or stopped, leaving my hips jerking against him.

“Don’t fucking tease me.” I rolled my hips, trying to force him to penetrate me the way I liked it.

“You’re not the one giving orders here.” He dropped a leg to grab my neck. One squeeze and I was whimpering. He shoved me onto the desk hard. The holo screen came to life, blazing a brilliant blue, reflected in the darkest recesses of his eyes. Like this, he fucked me with abandon, one hand around my throat, the other keeping my leg high.

“Is this the sex you wanted? To be controlled by me?” he purred.

“Yes, yes, fuck me harder.”

He hit deep inside me, sending my hand scrambling for his hip where my nails dug into his ass. He squeezed my throat and I shuddered, knowing he’d bring me to an incredible end.

“I can hardly believe how much you want this. Are you always this needy or are you just a good boy for your captain?”

“For you. Just for you, captain.”

“Are you lying?” He pulled out and let go of me entirely. My hips lurched to meet him. He shoved me onto the desk. I scrambled for my thighs, spreading them for him.

“No.” I just wanted him back inside of me, to be filled by him.

“You’re such an obedient thing.” He ran his hand down my neck, my chest, to circle my cock then dipped a finger in my hole. He curled and I twisted against him, needing more, needing him. “Tell me what you want.”

I moaned and pressed my hips hard against his hand. “I want you to fuck me”

“Do I need to teach you your manners?”

“Please. Please fuck me harder, captain. I want you. I want you so fucking bad.”

Smirking, he took my hips and gave me the reward I craved. He was so hot, moving inside of me. I loved the way he looked between my legs, above me, his gaze full of my same lust. I laid there holding myself open for him, calling his name, basking in the bliss he brought until it became too much.

His hand soon captured mine, stopping me from touching myself. Roys slowed to pin both my wrists above my head. “You’re going to get off just from me fucking you, so be a good boy and take it.”

I shivered and rubbed my hips against him. “Yes, sir.”

Hit after hit brought me closer to that beautiful end. I squirmed and shook and thrust against him. A little more, that little push of his hand on my throat when he said, “Cum for me.”

I did. The orgasm tore through me. Roys groaned, watching me come undone by him, pressing his thumb against my erratic pulse.

“Cum inside of me,” I said, feeling his rhythm change, still reeling from my orgasm. His hands fell to my legs, holding them against my chest so he could move as he pleased. Then all went still, his eyes shut in bliss before he fell forward, breathless.

Roys dropped my legs, letting me rest half on the desk. The sweat had my back sticking to the surface, freezing compared to the fire on my skin. He pushed off to lean against the wall, eyes shut, basking in the afterglow. I didn’t think I would grow tired of that even after three months.