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pointyspacepirate) wrote2013-02-08 03:51 pm
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There was something soothing in repetition. While some found it dull and crippling Lzzkren thrived on it.
He was most happy when life was running as it should. When his days passed like the inner workings of a clock, precise, methodical, it was then he was most at peace spiritually and emotionally.
But unfortunately for Lzzkren, he was a space pirate, and life never stayed the same for long.
As exampled, he was woken early from his slumber by a rumble that shook his entire room. His blade was in his hand before his eyes were even open and he rolled to his feet. He moved silently through the large area he had claimed as his own, padding across the grass he had transplanted from his last place of residence and out the door into the hall. He could just as easily ask on the intercom what was happening but he preferred to find things out on his own rather then be told.
The hallways were cool in temperature, and his satin bedclothes didn't help with that at all, by the time he reached the bridge he was in need of coffee, or liquor. Something to reignite the heat that would flow through his veins.
The door slid open and his sharp features betrayed annoyance at the scene spread out in front of him. The pilot was at his post, but his pants were on the floor and his shirt thrown somewhere behind him. The Captain arrived in that same moment and came to the conclusion Lzzkren had with a groan.
"Othelo for gods sake if you and Kitty are going to screw around can you AT LEAST do it when we're not in danger of crashing into anything?"
"I have noooo idea what you're talking about boss." The spiky haired pilot lied as he avoided her judging gaze. "I just felt like relaxing a little while I steered us through this asteroid belt. That jolt you felt is the ship telling you that we need to replace the buffer shield. She's already down to 64%."
Puck stomped across the room to argue with Othelo, blaming him for the shields being weakened but Lzzkren turned and left the room silently. He was tempted to attack the pilot for waking him, but he was too irritated to do a proper job at it. He was likely to end up damaging the ship and then Captain Puck would blame him.
When he returned to his suite he hesitated...
Something felt off.
Sliding open the door he entered cautiously. The screens that lined his room's walls still displaced an artificial night sky full of stars. But his intuition had been right. There was a figure in the darkness making their way through the grass to his bedroom.
****************
The jolt had startled Pamela, but she hadn't been asleep.
No instead she had been up scanning the news feeds and to her anger she had discovered that the news of her vanishing hadn't turned into a manhunt or a missing persons report.
Instead the Board of Directors had filed a report that she had simply abandoned the company and even pinned some embezzlement crimes on her. Then according to the weasels who she had formerly been in charge of she had fled the planet. It was more likely they saw her kidnapping as an opportunity for a takeover of the company and a convenient excuse for some of their own embezzling.
And worse yet? No one cared! People she had thought were her friends all swallowed the lie easily. Even her family were shown in interviews commenting how she had grown so distant in the last few years they weren't surprised she was capable of such a greedy and ruthless act.
Following those reports the Board of Directors had announced their plans for the next business quarter. Pamela was unsurprised to find they were making all the wrong choices. Anything she would have vetoed was being passed as brilliance. Without her guidance those selfish misers would run the company into the ground and make off with whatever they could.
Unable to contain her fury she screamed and scattered a stack of papers from her desk. This startled her secretary who had fallen asleep at her desk so badly that the long eared rabbit woman fell over backwards and crashed to the floor.
Pamela was unsympathetic. "Clean up this mess. I want these papers filed by the time I get back or I'm feeding you to MOS." She growled which sent the poor furry woman scrambling around the floor to gather up the mess Pamela had created.
The dark haired business woman instead stormed from the room and found herself marching briskly down the hall without any active idea where she was heading. She still wasn't that familiar with the ships maze like corridors and while in the back of her head she knew she was likely to get lost she didn't care.
Perhaps it was fate, or instinct that led her to Lzzkren's room. The door was labeled clearly complete with a glowing "Do not Disturb." sign flickering on it. But she wasn't in the mood to care. She hammered on the door with her fist till it stung and waited impatiently for her ex-lover to greet her. When he didn't after what felt like too long she opened the door herself and entered the room in a huff.
The room itself stunned her. She had been here before during it's daylight cycle but only briefly. It still amazed her that Lzzkren had managed to create something so organic feeling on a space ship. The room opened into a wide field of soft dark green grass complete with a gently flowing stream running through the middle. Off to one corner an elaborate garden had been constructed, and in the other a smaller shack of elegant and elaborate construction rested. Reasoning he had to be in the shack Pamela snapped back into her fowl mood and began her approach with every intention of...
...of what she wasn't sure of but she knew it wouldn't be pretty. Even when he was being polite Lzzkren was condescending and pompous. And when he learned of how her company had responded to the situation he was likely to admonish her for allowing it to happen. As if he could plan for every possible situation.
"What are you doing in my room?"
The voice made her jump and she spun around clumsily to face him. She felt her heart hammering from the surprise and she glared. "Are you TRYING to give me a heart attack?" She accused.
His gaze turned dismissive and mildly annoyed. "What are you doing in my room?" He repeated. She knew how much he hated to repeat himself but something about his frustration made her own feel mildly soothed.
"Because of YOU-" She started with a jab of her finger to further implicate him in the crime, "-my company just framed me for embezzlement. And because I'm trapped here on this stupid ship I can't even go prove them wrong!"
There wasn't even a flicker of remorse on his face. "I did not bring you here. Those meddling children tracked you down and kidnapped you. You may recall that I demanded they let you go."
"And why didn't you make them huh?" She pressed leaning in to try and emphasize her anger. "You're the weapons master! Or is that shiny sword just for looks? You've killed before I've seen it on the news!"
Lzzkren sniffed like she had just said something foolish and rude in the company of important people and brushed past her, "I can't hurt the Ferrin because the rest of the crew likes him too much and I can't hurt the Machine child at all. He is some Material too powerful for my bullets or blades. And more to the point the crew has grown...fond of the little abomination. They are disgustingly sentimental and accepting."
She grabbed at the back of his shirt causing him to windmill his arm in an undignified manner to avoid stumbling. "Oh is that it? You just pass the blame on? That sounds about right. It's never YOUR fault is it?"
"Just like it's not your fault that no one in your family cares enough to believe you're innocent?" He shot back jerking out of her grasp and turning to face her once more. He had never wanted to face her again after the pain that their relationship had brought to them both. All along he had known it was best if they just stayed apart but that meddling child and that foolish little tech geek-
WHACK!
Her hand caught him off guard. Any other night he could have deflected it, or dodged it, or even blocked it but his anger at the situation had distracted him enough that Pamela had landed a solid slap to the side of his face leaving a burning red handprint.
"What was THAT for?" He snarled throwing his sword away before he was tempted to use the flat of it on her for retribution.
"For being right!" She shouted back. He had clearly touched a nerve and the logic of it cut through her own blinding rage. The company may not have been her fault but the family was. She had pushed everyone away in an effort to continue building her company into the titan of industry it was.
The silence stretched on between them for what felt like an eternity. But quietly he put an arm around her, and guided her back to his bedroom.
*************
The sake he provided her with burned her throat, but it felt good to have some sort of sensation as shouting at him and slapping him had left her feeling numb and tired.
"I wasn't always like that you know." She sighed once the cup had been refilled. "Before you I actually was very focused on balancing my work and my family. Dinner with my Mother and sisters every week. I'd visit dad in the home. But after..." Neither of them wanted to actually speak out loud the word "miscarriage." It contained far too much pain and brought with it all the subsequent suffering of their first breakup.
"I just wanted to forget. About you, and it and...all of it. So I poured myself into my work. Which left less time for-"
"Whatever your excuses are you know the truth." Lzzkren admonished in that condescending way he had that made her want to slap him again.
"Well what about you then?" She pushed back as they sat across from one another on cushions on the floor of his bedroom.
"What about me?" He countered sipping his own sake.
"You left your family who you worked SO hard to honor after our little rebellion together." She began unfocused eyes trying to find somewhere on him to stare. "And now you're here on this ship of thieves and murderers and...whatever! You seem to hate all of them. So why are you still here?"
He had meditated on this very question for a long time, and many times. He knew the answer he had arrived to. Should he share it with her? It was risky.
Holding up a finger to indicate her patience he took the bottle of sake forsaking the cup and drinking from it. The rush of chemicals entering his system was almost instantaneous. It was the quickest way to making a difficult and likely self destructive choice.
"Because," He answered with a sigh where she could almost see a cloud of sake breath. "These chaotic, moronic, soft hearted fools remind me of life before it all went so wrong."
He drummed up the courage to meet her eyes. "Before I ruined your life."
She frowned, like she had just bit into something spoiled and set her cup aside.
"Because it's always about you isn't it?" She sighed and leaned forward, crawling towards him. Before his alcohol soaked reflexes could react she kissed him.
She had thought about his lips often since they had left. They were soft, softer she reasoned then even hers. But he was always more groomed and manicured. He claimed it was a product of his race.
Her fingers slid down his chest finding a place to hold onto and support herself till he cautiously slid his arms back around her like he expected this was a trap.
The kiss drug itself out as they almost immediately picked up where they had left off. Mouths opened, tongues that tasted of expensive alcohol met in a clash and a struggle of writhing muscles. He felt her body pressed against him and marveled at how soft she was when he knew the tender flesh hid an cold as stone business woman.
She felt warm right now though.
And his slender frame hid the muscles that had been built through dedication to his crafts. She slid her hand between the buttons of his nightshirt to touch the bare skin and a jolt of pleasure raced through her. She was curious about the new scars she had seen when he had been sent to the medical bay. Without breaking the kiss she began undressing him.
Their lips finally broke and she found herself in his lap, his shirt open exposing dark skin and darker nipples. Without his expensive clothes he seemed somehow more accessible to her. But she had to make something clear. Her eyes met his so he made sure to pay attention.
"This isn't about you." She began.
"Or you." He countered.
She peeled the shirt off his shoulders and he began unbuttoning her blouse the same way.
"I haven't forgiven you." She muttered running her hands along his shoulders and down his back.
"Nor I you." He followed suit undoing her bra and setting her modest breasts free in the shadows of his candlelit room.
"You're still a pompous..." She began adjusting her position so she was straddling him, "self centered..." A solid grind against him told her that he was more then ready to continue "Bastard."
"Harlot." He growled and nipped at her neck sending shivers down her spine. "Ice queen." her breasts were so warm against his chest, but his mind was already focused on the warmth he remembered from long ago that he wanted...needed in this moment.
"Pointy eared-" She gasped feeling his bulge pressed between her legs. She dig her nails into his shoulders to brace herself and try to maintain some semblance of control, "P-pointy eared man whore."
"Don't flatter yourself." He grunted wriggling out of his pants to finally free himself to rub against her panties.
"Why not? You don't anymore." She argued and he silenced her with another hard kiss. It seemed they were in agreement. Neither of them needed this. They weren't back together. Absolutely not. Even as his hardness slid inside her quivering muscles making her moan into his open mouth they were content to lie to themselves.
It was better then he remembered. Better then any of those emotionless flings he had thrown himself into in the years that followed. She gripped him so tight he considered for a moment he might be forced back out. But the motion of her hips and the weight of her body pinning him to the floor was enough to ensure he wouldn't be escaping accidentally.
She deserved this. She knew she did. After going so long with a focus on the pleasures of being the CEO she had earned this primal pleasure. His lips, his hands, worshiping her every curve. She didn't even feel particularly pretty that evening but the sensations rushing through her made her feel like a goddess. She had worked hard for too long. She could indulge in this lewdness. "H-harder."
Grunting and growling like animals they didn't so much make love as attack one another. Gripping, stroking, grinding, sweating. Her scent was all around him bringing back a thousand buried memories. Her taste so familiar.
The sounds of his pleasure ringing in her ears. She was getting close already, and she knew it wouldn't end there. She wouldn't let it. All of his refinement was gone and he was spread out beneath her, bare for all to see. This was the true warrior that was buried under tailored suits and expensive tea. The aggressive, beast throbbing inside her eager to spill his seed and reclaim what he had lost.
But not tonight. She brought herself up all the way to his tip making him growl in displeasure before slamming herself back down again attempting to establish dominance. She was claiming him, not the other way around.
None of that mattered though as she felt his body tense and tremble beneath her and the heat of his cum being pumped inside. It was enough to make her throw back her head and cry out in climax. The hot juices rushed out of her over his pelvis and she felt a bead of sweat run down her neck to her breast. His eyes seemed to glow in the faint light as he devoured the image in front of him.
They were content to keep up the lie for a while longer.
But in this moment the truth was clear to both of them.
He was most happy when life was running as it should. When his days passed like the inner workings of a clock, precise, methodical, it was then he was most at peace spiritually and emotionally.
But unfortunately for Lzzkren, he was a space pirate, and life never stayed the same for long.
As exampled, he was woken early from his slumber by a rumble that shook his entire room. His blade was in his hand before his eyes were even open and he rolled to his feet. He moved silently through the large area he had claimed as his own, padding across the grass he had transplanted from his last place of residence and out the door into the hall. He could just as easily ask on the intercom what was happening but he preferred to find things out on his own rather then be told.
The hallways were cool in temperature, and his satin bedclothes didn't help with that at all, by the time he reached the bridge he was in need of coffee, or liquor. Something to reignite the heat that would flow through his veins.
The door slid open and his sharp features betrayed annoyance at the scene spread out in front of him. The pilot was at his post, but his pants were on the floor and his shirt thrown somewhere behind him. The Captain arrived in that same moment and came to the conclusion Lzzkren had with a groan.
"Othelo for gods sake if you and Kitty are going to screw around can you AT LEAST do it when we're not in danger of crashing into anything?"
"I have noooo idea what you're talking about boss." The spiky haired pilot lied as he avoided her judging gaze. "I just felt like relaxing a little while I steered us through this asteroid belt. That jolt you felt is the ship telling you that we need to replace the buffer shield. She's already down to 64%."
Puck stomped across the room to argue with Othelo, blaming him for the shields being weakened but Lzzkren turned and left the room silently. He was tempted to attack the pilot for waking him, but he was too irritated to do a proper job at it. He was likely to end up damaging the ship and then Captain Puck would blame him.
When he returned to his suite he hesitated...
Something felt off.
Sliding open the door he entered cautiously. The screens that lined his room's walls still displaced an artificial night sky full of stars. But his intuition had been right. There was a figure in the darkness making their way through the grass to his bedroom.
****************
The jolt had startled Pamela, but she hadn't been asleep.
No instead she had been up scanning the news feeds and to her anger she had discovered that the news of her vanishing hadn't turned into a manhunt or a missing persons report.
Instead the Board of Directors had filed a report that she had simply abandoned the company and even pinned some embezzlement crimes on her. Then according to the weasels who she had formerly been in charge of she had fled the planet. It was more likely they saw her kidnapping as an opportunity for a takeover of the company and a convenient excuse for some of their own embezzling.
And worse yet? No one cared! People she had thought were her friends all swallowed the lie easily. Even her family were shown in interviews commenting how she had grown so distant in the last few years they weren't surprised she was capable of such a greedy and ruthless act.
Following those reports the Board of Directors had announced their plans for the next business quarter. Pamela was unsurprised to find they were making all the wrong choices. Anything she would have vetoed was being passed as brilliance. Without her guidance those selfish misers would run the company into the ground and make off with whatever they could.
Unable to contain her fury she screamed and scattered a stack of papers from her desk. This startled her secretary who had fallen asleep at her desk so badly that the long eared rabbit woman fell over backwards and crashed to the floor.
Pamela was unsympathetic. "Clean up this mess. I want these papers filed by the time I get back or I'm feeding you to MOS." She growled which sent the poor furry woman scrambling around the floor to gather up the mess Pamela had created.
The dark haired business woman instead stormed from the room and found herself marching briskly down the hall without any active idea where she was heading. She still wasn't that familiar with the ships maze like corridors and while in the back of her head she knew she was likely to get lost she didn't care.
Perhaps it was fate, or instinct that led her to Lzzkren's room. The door was labeled clearly complete with a glowing "Do not Disturb." sign flickering on it. But she wasn't in the mood to care. She hammered on the door with her fist till it stung and waited impatiently for her ex-lover to greet her. When he didn't after what felt like too long she opened the door herself and entered the room in a huff.
The room itself stunned her. She had been here before during it's daylight cycle but only briefly. It still amazed her that Lzzkren had managed to create something so organic feeling on a space ship. The room opened into a wide field of soft dark green grass complete with a gently flowing stream running through the middle. Off to one corner an elaborate garden had been constructed, and in the other a smaller shack of elegant and elaborate construction rested. Reasoning he had to be in the shack Pamela snapped back into her fowl mood and began her approach with every intention of...
...of what she wasn't sure of but she knew it wouldn't be pretty. Even when he was being polite Lzzkren was condescending and pompous. And when he learned of how her company had responded to the situation he was likely to admonish her for allowing it to happen. As if he could plan for every possible situation.
"What are you doing in my room?"
The voice made her jump and she spun around clumsily to face him. She felt her heart hammering from the surprise and she glared. "Are you TRYING to give me a heart attack?" She accused.
His gaze turned dismissive and mildly annoyed. "What are you doing in my room?" He repeated. She knew how much he hated to repeat himself but something about his frustration made her own feel mildly soothed.
"Because of YOU-" She started with a jab of her finger to further implicate him in the crime, "-my company just framed me for embezzlement. And because I'm trapped here on this stupid ship I can't even go prove them wrong!"
There wasn't even a flicker of remorse on his face. "I did not bring you here. Those meddling children tracked you down and kidnapped you. You may recall that I demanded they let you go."
"And why didn't you make them huh?" She pressed leaning in to try and emphasize her anger. "You're the weapons master! Or is that shiny sword just for looks? You've killed before I've seen it on the news!"
Lzzkren sniffed like she had just said something foolish and rude in the company of important people and brushed past her, "I can't hurt the Ferrin because the rest of the crew likes him too much and I can't hurt the Machine child at all. He is some Material too powerful for my bullets or blades. And more to the point the crew has grown...fond of the little abomination. They are disgustingly sentimental and accepting."
She grabbed at the back of his shirt causing him to windmill his arm in an undignified manner to avoid stumbling. "Oh is that it? You just pass the blame on? That sounds about right. It's never YOUR fault is it?"
"Just like it's not your fault that no one in your family cares enough to believe you're innocent?" He shot back jerking out of her grasp and turning to face her once more. He had never wanted to face her again after the pain that their relationship had brought to them both. All along he had known it was best if they just stayed apart but that meddling child and that foolish little tech geek-
WHACK!
Her hand caught him off guard. Any other night he could have deflected it, or dodged it, or even blocked it but his anger at the situation had distracted him enough that Pamela had landed a solid slap to the side of his face leaving a burning red handprint.
"What was THAT for?" He snarled throwing his sword away before he was tempted to use the flat of it on her for retribution.
"For being right!" She shouted back. He had clearly touched a nerve and the logic of it cut through her own blinding rage. The company may not have been her fault but the family was. She had pushed everyone away in an effort to continue building her company into the titan of industry it was.
The silence stretched on between them for what felt like an eternity. But quietly he put an arm around her, and guided her back to his bedroom.
*************
The sake he provided her with burned her throat, but it felt good to have some sort of sensation as shouting at him and slapping him had left her feeling numb and tired.
"I wasn't always like that you know." She sighed once the cup had been refilled. "Before you I actually was very focused on balancing my work and my family. Dinner with my Mother and sisters every week. I'd visit dad in the home. But after..." Neither of them wanted to actually speak out loud the word "miscarriage." It contained far too much pain and brought with it all the subsequent suffering of their first breakup.
"I just wanted to forget. About you, and it and...all of it. So I poured myself into my work. Which left less time for-"
"Whatever your excuses are you know the truth." Lzzkren admonished in that condescending way he had that made her want to slap him again.
"Well what about you then?" She pushed back as they sat across from one another on cushions on the floor of his bedroom.
"What about me?" He countered sipping his own sake.
"You left your family who you worked SO hard to honor after our little rebellion together." She began unfocused eyes trying to find somewhere on him to stare. "And now you're here on this ship of thieves and murderers and...whatever! You seem to hate all of them. So why are you still here?"
He had meditated on this very question for a long time, and many times. He knew the answer he had arrived to. Should he share it with her? It was risky.
Holding up a finger to indicate her patience he took the bottle of sake forsaking the cup and drinking from it. The rush of chemicals entering his system was almost instantaneous. It was the quickest way to making a difficult and likely self destructive choice.
"Because," He answered with a sigh where she could almost see a cloud of sake breath. "These chaotic, moronic, soft hearted fools remind me of life before it all went so wrong."
He drummed up the courage to meet her eyes. "Before I ruined your life."
She frowned, like she had just bit into something spoiled and set her cup aside.
"Because it's always about you isn't it?" She sighed and leaned forward, crawling towards him. Before his alcohol soaked reflexes could react she kissed him.
She had thought about his lips often since they had left. They were soft, softer she reasoned then even hers. But he was always more groomed and manicured. He claimed it was a product of his race.
Her fingers slid down his chest finding a place to hold onto and support herself till he cautiously slid his arms back around her like he expected this was a trap.
The kiss drug itself out as they almost immediately picked up where they had left off. Mouths opened, tongues that tasted of expensive alcohol met in a clash and a struggle of writhing muscles. He felt her body pressed against him and marveled at how soft she was when he knew the tender flesh hid an cold as stone business woman.
She felt warm right now though.
And his slender frame hid the muscles that had been built through dedication to his crafts. She slid her hand between the buttons of his nightshirt to touch the bare skin and a jolt of pleasure raced through her. She was curious about the new scars she had seen when he had been sent to the medical bay. Without breaking the kiss she began undressing him.
Their lips finally broke and she found herself in his lap, his shirt open exposing dark skin and darker nipples. Without his expensive clothes he seemed somehow more accessible to her. But she had to make something clear. Her eyes met his so he made sure to pay attention.
"This isn't about you." She began.
"Or you." He countered.
She peeled the shirt off his shoulders and he began unbuttoning her blouse the same way.
"I haven't forgiven you." She muttered running her hands along his shoulders and down his back.
"Nor I you." He followed suit undoing her bra and setting her modest breasts free in the shadows of his candlelit room.
"You're still a pompous..." She began adjusting her position so she was straddling him, "self centered..." A solid grind against him told her that he was more then ready to continue "Bastard."
"Harlot." He growled and nipped at her neck sending shivers down her spine. "Ice queen." her breasts were so warm against his chest, but his mind was already focused on the warmth he remembered from long ago that he wanted...needed in this moment.
"Pointy eared-" She gasped feeling his bulge pressed between her legs. She dig her nails into his shoulders to brace herself and try to maintain some semblance of control, "P-pointy eared man whore."
"Don't flatter yourself." He grunted wriggling out of his pants to finally free himself to rub against her panties.
"Why not? You don't anymore." She argued and he silenced her with another hard kiss. It seemed they were in agreement. Neither of them needed this. They weren't back together. Absolutely not. Even as his hardness slid inside her quivering muscles making her moan into his open mouth they were content to lie to themselves.
It was better then he remembered. Better then any of those emotionless flings he had thrown himself into in the years that followed. She gripped him so tight he considered for a moment he might be forced back out. But the motion of her hips and the weight of her body pinning him to the floor was enough to ensure he wouldn't be escaping accidentally.
She deserved this. She knew she did. After going so long with a focus on the pleasures of being the CEO she had earned this primal pleasure. His lips, his hands, worshiping her every curve. She didn't even feel particularly pretty that evening but the sensations rushing through her made her feel like a goddess. She had worked hard for too long. She could indulge in this lewdness. "H-harder."
Grunting and growling like animals they didn't so much make love as attack one another. Gripping, stroking, grinding, sweating. Her scent was all around him bringing back a thousand buried memories. Her taste so familiar.
The sounds of his pleasure ringing in her ears. She was getting close already, and she knew it wouldn't end there. She wouldn't let it. All of his refinement was gone and he was spread out beneath her, bare for all to see. This was the true warrior that was buried under tailored suits and expensive tea. The aggressive, beast throbbing inside her eager to spill his seed and reclaim what he had lost.
But not tonight. She brought herself up all the way to his tip making him growl in displeasure before slamming herself back down again attempting to establish dominance. She was claiming him, not the other way around.
None of that mattered though as she felt his body tense and tremble beneath her and the heat of his cum being pumped inside. It was enough to make her throw back her head and cry out in climax. The hot juices rushed out of her over his pelvis and she felt a bead of sweat run down her neck to her breast. His eyes seemed to glow in the faint light as he devoured the image in front of him.
They were content to keep up the lie for a while longer.
But in this moment the truth was clear to both of them.