Kidnapping is Always an Option
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Written by: RamblingRobin and MichiTheThird
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The strange sensation of someone staring at him was what roused Adrian from his deep sleep. When the dark-haired man opened his eyes, he was so startled by the face hovering over his that he nearly fell off the platform he was on. A young man with huge eyes like emeralds had been peering at him. Stranger, still, were the tall, fox-like ears perched on top of the kid’s head.
"Holy crap!" Adrian gasped in a slightly higher pitch than normal.
His eyes darted around the room.
"Where am I?" He asked as he settled his gaze back on the boy with the weird fox-ear headband.
"Um." The boy straightened, bouncing on his bare heels. "In Health Bay 1?"
The kid wasn't very tall, from what the man could see from his position laid out on the…cot? He was maybe a foot shorter than him. The “kid” grinned at Adrian, showing white teeth that looked a little pointier than they ought to have been.
There was something a little eerie about him, but Adrian pushed that thought to the back of his mind. He, instead, focused on the words that came out of the boy’s mouth. Health Bay? His knee injury! The soccer player had done quite a number on his knee during a game. At that moment, he frantically patted his leg and knee, in shock that he didn't feel pain anymore. He also realized that he was wearing nothing more than a pair of athletic shorts. Luckily, the room wasn’t cold.
"Did someone...operate on my knee?" Adrian mused out loud, wondering if he’d been knocked out with gas and if that was the cause of his fuzzy memory.
"Sort of..." The kid chirped. ”You’re all fixed up now!" He clapped his hands together. "The cartilage in both your knees was rejuvenated, the ligaments in your left shoulder and elbow were repaired, bone spurs were removed from several areas, and damage from several concussions was fixed." He waved his hands. "And a bunch of other minor stuff too. Like, did you know you were getting arthritis in two fingers of your left hand and several of your intervertebral discs were worn?" Huge green eyes widened as the kid beamed at Adrian. "All better now!"
Adrian outright gaped at the boy. Just hearing about all those accumulated issues made him realize just how much better he felt than before. "How long have I been here, then?" He wondered. Just how many operations were performed on him, anyway?
"Um..." The boy scrambled over to a screen on the wall, waving a hand in front of it to wake it up.
When the kid turned, Adrian saw that the boy had taken his costume further than the big, foxy ears. A fluffy tail stuck out of the back of his loose pants. It was mostly a sandy tan with a few darker areas around the base and the tip. The color matched the ears, Adrian noticed as he sat up. Weird kid. Did he like fennec foxes that much?
The boy whipped back around to face Adrian just as the man was noticing that the kid's backside wasn't half bad.
"Two days!" the petite man blurted. "You've been in the bay for two days. You were in prep for about half a day before that."
Adrian gulped at the thought. "Two and a half days?"
He paused and took a moment to extend his arms over his head and to see how far his legs would stretch out. So far, nothing gave him any trouble at all. The last time he felt so sturdy was when he was just a kid.
"So, are you some kind of medical assistant then?" He questioned. "And what's with the headband and tail?"
"Head...band?" The kid reached up and gently touched one huge soft ear. "I'm Caspin," the boy said, peeking over his shoulder to look at his tail, turning in a circle trying to get a good glimpse of it. "But everyone calls me Cas." He stopped turning and his ears drooped as his emerald gaze returned to Adrian. "You don't like my ears and tail? I…I know my coloring is boring."
"Cas?" Adrian repeated as he reached out to take his hand, giving it a gentle shake. "My name's Adrian. Though, if you've read my file, I'm sure you know that already." He once again peered at the ears and tail. "There's nothing wrong with them, I just wonder if you have them on for some sort of party or something."
When Adrian took his hand, Cas stood ramrod straight, even his ears standing like perfect triangles on top of his head. Adrian wondered if they were controlled through a sensor, much like those electronic headbands made in Japan. Caspin looked wonderingly at his hand where Adrian had just touched him.
"Party?" Cas stammered. "No, I'm always like this." He laughed awkwardly. "I'm sorry, I didn't think how it might look odd to you." He cocked his head. "Do you like parties? Do you want one? We'll hit the next port in a couple of days. We could have a great blow-out for you. It would be epic. People would freak to party with you."
One word stood out the most from what Caspin said. "Port? What do you mean by port? Is this a cruise liner?" He then shook his head. "And I'm not that into parties myself unless someone personally invites me."
"It's...umm...No." Cas wrung his delicate hands in front of him. "This is my ship. She's a finder. I pretty much go around charting areas of unclaimed resources that could be harvested without harming sentient or non-sentient life." He twined a finger through a sandy-colored lock of hair next to a tall fox-like ear. "I mean, with how tight the laws and regulations are now, people can't just go in and blast out resources like they used to. Which, you know, that's good. A lot of species were lost that way. But it means that there's a lot of demand for accurate maps of accessible resources."
Cas smiled winningly at Adrian's confused stare.
"Unclaimed resources. Non-sentient..." Adrian tried to make sense as to what Cas was even saying. "This is your cruise ship? I don't understand."
"I...” Cas looked lost for a moment, biting his pink lower lip. He stretched out one hand. "Here. Come with me."
Adrian stood, surprised at how good he felt. After all those surgeries, should he even be able to walk? Everything felt perfect, though. Even the little aches, not to mention some of the bigger pains he had picked up from years of playing pro soccer were completely gone. He was so lost cataloging his lack of pain that he stumbled when Caspin tugged him forward.
"This way," Cas said as he led him through an automatic door that shushed gently open for them.
They went down a few halls to another door that opened when Cas waved his hand over a little screen next to it. It was like a little apartment inside with a sitting area, a dining table, shelves, a bed in the corner, and a desk. A huge soft multi-colored rug took up most of the floor.
What caught Adrian's attention, though, was the window. It took up half the wall and looked out into... nothing.
Well, almost nothing. There were pinpoints of light like dots in a sea of ink. Some of the dots were larger and were different colors. A few areas were less black, reminding Adrian of the Milky-way. There was no land, though, and no ocean. Just sky.
Adrian's hands slapped against the window as he gaped and then rubbed his eyes.
"Holy shit...am I dreaming?" He gasped.
The walk was interesting, especially with those automatic doors. The room was rather nice, way better than any cruise ship he had ever been on. But, for them to be out in space instead of the sea?
As if to assure himself that he was seeing things, he walked right up to Caspin and gently tugged on his ears and tail. When they didn't budge and began to twitch, he moved on to gently pinch the cheeks on either side of the boy's face.
"Are you real?" His voice fell to a whisper.
"Y-yeah..." Caspin's cheeks burned in a blush, and he cursed his fair coloring.
When Adrian released his pinch, but left his open hand against Cas' cheek, the fox leaned into the warm touch against his soft cheek, his wide eyes fluttering closed.
The soccer player let out a nervous laugh, shifting one of his hands up to gently ruffle the top of Cas' head and to scratch the back of those big ears.
"This is crazy...so you're not a medical assistant? You're not even from our world!" He was confused and still trying to cope with it. "Just how are we even able to understand one another? And, dream or not, why did you heal me?"
Caspin arched into the scratch. Cosmos, that felt good. He had to blink for a moment to recall what Adrian had asked.
"A translator's been implanted on you. And no the, uh, health bay really does all the work. Health Bay 1 is for rest and recovery. In Medbay 2 you just kind of go in the tube messed up and you come out fixed, to state it simply. Though I had to input some information on your anatomy and physiology." Caspin tangled his fingers together. "And, jeez, how could I not heal you?" He waved a small hand in Adrian's direction. "You were robbed. That play that busted your knee was dirty. The refs didn't even call it!" The little fox huffed indignantly.
"And then the owners just turf you only long enough to find a loophole in your contract to bump you with some puny compensation package?" Cas threw his hands in the air. "That was a crime! Anyone who saw you play knows you're a legend! Heavens, just that game against Argentina last year, or the one against Spain the year before. You carried that team." A little growl bubbled out of his chest. "And the way they treated you after all that is nothing less than a travesty." Caspin crossed his arms over his chest and stomped his bare foot for emphasis.
Yet another shock. This foreign fox boy sounded like his number one fan. Adrian couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him. His number one fan was quite literally out of his world.
"Caspin...thank you." He stated with sincerity. "Just hearing you say that makes me feel better than even the Health Bays."
He swooped down to tug him into a grateful hug.
The little fox gave a tiny yip of surprise as the much bigger man surrounded him in the embrace. After a moment of shock, Cas reached around as far as he could to return the hug. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of Adrian's neck, taking in the scent right behind his ear and letting out a happy sigh.
As the soccer player began to let go, he was surprised to feel the fox boy still clinging to him. He let out another chuckle and remained still, allowing him to hug him for as long as he wanted. After another moment, he tried to move back and realized that Caspin's feet began to dangle. With an amused snort, he reached down to pinch the boy's butt cheek so that the kid lifted his legs enough for Adrian to carry him under the thighs. The bigger man took a seat on the edge of the bed and settled Cas onto his lap.
The human began to gently slide his hand up and down the boy's back. "I'm not going anywhere just yet, I promise."
"It's just...I can't believe you're really here." Caspin's voice was soft and desperate. “I’ve been watching you play for years. I picked up the first broadcast by accident, but after that I was hooked. Now, here you are.”
He finally forced himself to ease his hold on Adrian and leaned back to look into the soccer player's eyes. They were a rare periwinkle blue, and they mesmerizing to the little fox. He'd seen so many pictures and videos of the man, but they never captured the depth and beauty of his eyes contrasting with his inky black hair and naturally bronze skin.
Cas slid down slightly to straddle the bigger man, a blush firing his cheeks again.
"You’re really here..." the fox whispered in awe. “In one of my beds.”
Cas wrapped his arms around the back of Adrian's neck and tugged him forward to catch his lips.
The fox boy was truly adorable. A bubbling pride rose in Adrian at the thought of someone like him being a fan of his and from so far away, to boot. When Caspin had pulled away, Adrian gave him a patient smile. What he hadn’t expected was for the boy to tug him into a mouth to mouth kiss. His eyes widened at first from the shock. But, the lips against his were so soft. He just couldn't help himself.
Adrian closed his eyes and tilted his head a bit further as his tongue slid along Cas' bottom lip. He then gave that bottom lip a gentle bite before pulling away.
"Cas..." He began in a raspy voice. "Does that mean my number one fan also fantasized about me?" He continued with a teasing snicker.
The spots on the fox's cheeks flared brighter. "Y-yes..."
The soccer player had been in similar situations before. Some of his fans were more extreme than others. He had been groped, stolen from, and even manhandled at times. But, there was something about the precious fox on his lap that he wanted more of, and that was definitely a first for him. He would only humor those fans in the past. With Caspin, he didn't feel like laughing it off at all.
"I would be lying if I said that I'm not already imagining a good few fantasies about you myself," Adrian admitted. "But, I'm not just the guy you see on the screen playing his heart out on the field. There's a lot more to me, as I'm sure there's a lot more to you." He continued. "I’d like to get to know more of you, if you'd let me. And then, maybe I'll see to it that some of those fantasies of yours come true."
Caspin rubbed himself against the bigger man, fingers trailing over tight muscles.
"Can't we do both at the same time?" Cas asked hopefully.
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