The Commander's Love: Chapter 1

The scent of dust and sweat tickled at Zanarin's nose. Not even the leather polish he had only just rubbed into the scabbard of his sword could cover up the scent of young bodies struggling. He leaned against a sun warmed wall, his head tipped back slightly to stare threateningly down his nose at the young soldiers that stood watching the last match up.
The twowrestling in the dirt were pretty violent. Zanarin would have to break them up soon before one of the broke something. He had to teach them to fight, but that didn't mean they needed to knock themselves around so much they broke things.

"Shall I tell them draw?" asked a certain young foreigner who crouched beside the handsome Commander. The sun beat down upon his long black hair, it falling before that pale face which housed such luminous grey eyes. They looked upon Zanarin with warmth, a longing which never seemed to leave them. Of course, Zanarin acted like he didn't notice it. Instead he gave a bored nod, watching the Starc rise beside him - at least a head taller. He strode out to them and called out the draw, the two men stopping with blood dripping down their faces, cuts and scars all over their bodies, to grumble and yet retreat towards the wall. Time for a much-needed break.

Still leaning against the wall, Zanarin watched quietly as the two untangled themselves and dusted off their ragged, rumpled clothing. After they had retreated away from the middle of the sparring arena, Zanarin pushed himself off the wall and strode casually into the middle. One booted foot scuffed at the blooded dirt and he snorted softly. Whether he was impressed or disapproving was yet undisclosed to the young soldiers waiting to hear him speak.
"...Good work, get yourselves to the showers." The weapons master barked gruffly.

His charges saluted him and made their way quickly from the courtyard. All of them were exhausted, hot, and hungry from a long morning of training. Zanarin watched them quickly disperse before stretching slowly and beginning to clean up the trampled area for his next batch of trainees. One batch in the morning and one batch in the early afternoon.

Though the rest of the young men eagerly went off to the showers, wishing to wash away the blood and sweat which Zanarin so demanded of them, one remained to stand in Zanarin's shadow and watch him rake over the dirt. Malic enjoyed the way Zanarin's muscles rippled beneath his shirt, liked how the sunlight kissed his brilliant curls, and each little detail from how he laced his boots to how he walked so sexily towards the edge of the ring to get some fresh chalk dust. Malic went to help him, picking up some fresh dirt and spreading it over the bloodied mess to help even out the arena. "Where are you going for lunch, Commander?"

"Office, like usual." Zanarin replied as he carefully dusted the chalk down on the scuffed and ruined circle that had originally been fresh and new this morning before he'd run them through their paces. The redhead glanced over his shoulder at the young soldier, his single eye seemingly amused. "And why do you ask? Shouldn't you be running off to the showers with the rest of them, boy?" Zanarin's smooth, rich voice slid over Malic in a way that left the young Starc breathless.

"...I wanted to spend time with you. I thought maybe we could wash together," Malic said in earnest as he stood with another big sack of dirt and waited for Zanarin to give the word on where he should put it. His eyes never leave Zanarin, making the Death Angel flush with embarrassment for how intently Malic stares upon him. It's as if he's something edible....

Coughing, Zanarin gestured for the man to dump the fresh dirt out around the circle before he stood and used the rake to move it around. The dirt was soft to make sure those that fall did not get hurt too badly. Zanarin glanced at Malic thoughtfully before sighing. "Well... I suppose since you worked so hard today helping out, that you could spend some time with me." Malic had been a very useful companion to have today. Working so hard to make sure everything went well.

"Really? Can we maybe have lunch?" Malic asked with obvious excitement, his eyes lighting up to a glow that made Zanarin's insides twist. He really was an adorable man...If Zanarin wasn't sure it would break his reputation in half, he might just reach over and pinch Malic's cheek. "B-because I made a sandwhich big enough for two....I thought maybe.....you know....we could share, so you wouldn't have to go to the trouble of making your own, Commander."

Malic was too cute to stand sometimes. Chuckling, Zanarin dusted off his hands and gave his young trainee a look of affectionate amusement. "I can share lunch with you, if you'd like me to, boy." He replied. "It will be nice not having to make something to eat." The man smirked playfully before gesturing for the other to put the dirt away and let them go off to his office. He had his own personal shower there.

Malic knew that shower very well, for he had bathed under it with Zanarin many times since he came to live in Death's City. It was a small little shower of a simple utilitarian make, yet it comfortably fit them both once they had their clothes off and pressed their naked bodies close together. Malic did so love that shower, eagerly following after Zanarin with the notion of using it again.

Ahead of him, his commander paced along, hips swaying slightly and his hands folded behind his back. The sun was shining down brilliantly and Zanarin could not help but smile a little to himself. Such a lovely day. It would be improved upon once they'd washed themselves off and eaten. "What sort of sandwich did you make, boy?" He asked over his shoulder thoughtfully, an amused smile playing along his lips.

"Several meats, cheese, and some vegetables on thick dark bread," Malic says as he holds the bundle under his arm - a rather large sandwich that is indeed made for two. Malic took special care in keeping out any ingredients that would be unsavory to his beautiful Commander. In fact, the young Starc had committed to memory the list of ten foods which Zanarin liked and ten foods which he hated.

"Sounds good." Zanarin mused. The two of them made their way into the practice room that was used during rainy days and for sword exercises. The big glass wall allowed the trainees to see how they were doing their exercises so they could improve upon whatever issues there might be. There was the small weapons room that held all of the training equipment that Zanarin had them use. No real swords were allowed to be used in lower grades of training simply because it was too dangerous for the young trainees. The redhead went up the stairs and led the way up to the office on the second story.

Malic followed him, quite pleased to lag back a little bit on the stairs to enjoy the view. Zanarin really did have the most beautiful bottom of anyone Malic had ever met. True, he was usually more of a leg man, but something about those cute little globes made him think otherwise. He held back a sigh of contentment as they made it to the top of the steps and into Zanarin's little office. The shower connecting to it was only a few steps off. "Shall we shower first, Commander?"

"I think we should probably eat first." Zanarin mused softly as he got rid of his over coat and placed it on the back of his chair. His office was nice and neat. On the far wall there was a book shelf with various books, some odd looking weapons and other trinkets. There was a small tabletop not far from it with a small plant, its green leaves and pretty pinkish-white flowers looking rather interesting next to the skull of some wild beast. On the desk was the familiar sight of Zanarin's missing eye, its form forever suspended in the preserving fluid.

Malic liked to stare at the eye, having absolutely no distaste towards it. How could he? It was a beloved former part of his beloved present Commander. There was no way he could ever feel revulsion at the sight of it. Putting thoughts of preserved body parts out of his mind, Malic went about unwrapping the sandwich and cutting it in half. He gave a bit more generously to his commander, that is to be true, but he didn't mind eating less. After all, his work was done and Zanarin had yet another class to teach that afternoon. The one-eyed beauty needed it more than he did.

Thanking him softly, Zanarin took his bit of sandwich and leaned against the seat to eat it. The man peered at the dark haired Starc, his gaze holding the young man steady. "How was your morning? Did you enjoy helping out?" He asked, truthfully interested to hear what Malic thought about everything here. The young man appeared to be getting used to everything here and the way things were run.

"I enjoyed it very much. Anything that I can do to be of service to you, Commander, makes me happy beyond words," Malic confessed with sincere truthfulness. Anything that somehow benefitted Zanarin was a thing he enjoyed. Malic had proven himself worthy at least to be one of Zanarin's loyal soldiers, being especially helpful and always following orders to the letter. It was because he had saved Zanarin's life that made him worthy to do....well...other things.

Zanarin chuckled softly and shook his head. Malic always sounded so chipper when he was talking to him. Of course Malic would be happy with Zanarin about; the man was completely obsessed with him. Zanarin didn't know if that was part of being in love, but he knew that the young man probably didn't know much about love either. His society wasn't exactly the most loving one he'd ever seen. "That is good, boy. I am happy you enjoyed yourself."

"Is there anything I can do for you after your afternoon classes are done? I would be happy to come find you and cook you dinner...I know you don't like some of the mess hall's food," Malic comments lightly, remembering how Zanarin once threatened to choke one of the cooks on his own gross filth for feeding his soldiers bad cabbage. He really was a good man. And, certainly, always considerate of his subordinates.

"Maybe." Zanarin replied, eying his subordinate thoughtfully. It would be nice to not have to deal with any of the cooks. With how many there were and how many new ones were trained every day Zanarin was just not in the mood to have to deal with any of it. The man took a bit bite of the sandwich and chewed it, gaze drifting to the single window in the room. Outside he could see the grounds they had just been cleaning up. "What do you have in mind to cook?"

"Anything that you would desire....I know I can get some deer meat, as you love stews. I'm pretty good at making salads. And I certainly know how to grill fish, fi you're in the mood for that," Malic offers, taking a bite of his sandwich too. He is inwardly sighing with contentment at how peaceful it is right now. He can't believe he actually gets to relax with Zanarin like this almost every day after training - it's a blissful dream from which he hopes he'll never wake.

Zanarin was quite reluctant to admit that he enjoyed having Malic to keep him company like this. The man had never really kept an actual lover. He had always had casual affairs rather than these sort of more intimate, ongoing relationships. Zanarin was coming to find it a very nice situation and he was not yet sure about whether he liked it or not. "Fish sounds good. You can probably get one off of the cooks."

"Don't worry....there is a market in town. It's much better there," Malic replies, wanting to make sure he gets only the best for his beloved Commander. He does so much to please him, if only just to gain even the slightest bit of attention. It is his way, after all. He's simply making up for all the lack of affection he felt as a child - lavishing anyone he cares about with the utmost pleasure he can provide. Zanarin can at least say he's fortunate in that regard. With an emotionally starved lover, you at least know he's always pleased with even little acts of caring.

Zanarin chuckled and finished off his sandwich. The man licked his fingers clean, leaning heavily against the desk. "Just because some young fool in the kitchen served bad cabbage once doesn't mean all the food they had is bad, but if you want to go to market, by god you go to market and find the best looking fish you can, eh?" Zanarin teased him light heartedly. He was feeling good and when Zanarin was in a good mood, his playful side came out in full spirits. "Once you're done there, it's shower time."

"Yes," Malic said without even finishing his sandwich. Another sort of sustainence was required - one that was meant to be consumed in an entirely different fashion. That is why Malic quickly began to pull off his clothing so he might enjoy the full amount of feasting upon the sight of a naked Zanarin. It really was his favorite meal of the day.

Zanarin was already making his way to the shower in the other room. There was another door leading off to the small bedroom he had here for when he felt like staying out here and out of the hustle and bustle of the castle. Zanarin padded into the bathing chamber and tossed his clothes out into the hallway. "Better hurry, boy." He snickered, listening to the rustling of the young man yanking clothes off as fast as he could.

It was quite amusing to Zanarin to see the youth get so riled at just the notion of his naked body all lathered with soap under a hot spray of water. It was like having a puppy begging to see the treats. Naturally, there would be a time when Malic would want to taste those treats again, for Zanarin's body was assuredly the most addictive substance he'd ever known. Zanarin wasn't so sure if he wanted to let the young Starc inside him again. It had been a while since that blissful night they shared, since the boy saved his life and they lost Cyneric's trail. Still, Zanarin was understandably nervous.

It had been an odd sensation. The press of that flesh into his most sensitive passage. Zanarin would still get shivers from the thought. But for now, he would take it in steps. The man leaned against the doorway, his blue eye following the eager young Starc as he hop skipped out of his pants and hurried into the bathroom. Zanarin could not help a chuckle, his head shaking. Malic was so desperate for affection. Zanarin couldn't say he disliked it.

"I am sorry to keep you waiting, Commander," Malic said breathlessly, standing in his nude state. Zanarin cast him a glance of approval, finding his young body to certainly be of a handsome proportion. Zanarin had seen many a naked young man from running a respectable training operation. Malic, like most of the young lads, was lean and tall with muscles that fit his lifestyle as a soldier. He was pale and smooth-skinned. His only other crop of hair was the slight black curls before his manhood. A fine specimen was his manhood as well, though it did feel a bit big inside of him.

Zanarin licked his lips, hands on his hips and eyes trailing up and down that form. It had taken him a bit to adjust to the sight of Malic nude and how it made him react. The tingling in his loins was now familiar and one that he was beginning to enjoy. "Go on; turn the shower on for me Malic." He purred. Though he often called him either boy or soldier, once in a while he would call him by his name.

Just the mention of his name nearly had Malic half-erect, the sound of it rolling off Zanarin's lips almost distracting him from his order. He managed to scramble over towards the shower and lean down to work the faucet - turning the shower knob so that the hot water began to run. He felt the excitement of being so near to Zanarin, aware of the other at his back - staring at him.

Watching the young man like a hawk. Ogling him, he couldn't help but smirk a little down upon the bowed back. Damn that was a fine ass. Malic was a choice piece of meat and Zanarin enjoyed ogling him. Ah, but there was more to this lad than just his body. Zanarin continued to find this young oddity fascinating. Such a strange young man he'd fallen in with.
"Thank you Malic."

"Is there anything else you would like, Commander?" Malic asked as he righted himself, turning to stare intently upon Zanarin's beautiful face. He was so eager to do well and impress the man of his dreams. Several times he had tried "courting" Zanarin in the proper manner, but it simply wasn't enough. He was quite terrible in making jewelry with his feathers and all of his past trials looked more like kindergarten projects. Thus, Malic meant to win his Commander's affections by working his ass off - something that, as a Starc, he was very good at.

"No, no, this is fine." Zanarin replied softly, gesturing for the young Starc to proceed into the shower. Zanarin was soon to follow him, gingerly slipping in beside him, their bodies pressing close together. Malic could feel the soft, smooth flesh of his commander's puss against his thigh. One leg slowly slid against his own and Zanarin reached up to grab the small pot of shampoo he kept stocked.

Malic found his member twitching as arousal lit through his body like a fire. He couldn't help it, being both young and desperately in love with the beautiful man rubbing up against him. He really wanted to have sex again, having waited for over a month to repeat that one night. Zanarin was either absolutely uninterested or really loved teasing him like this. Perhaps it was a bit of both?

Could be. His Commander did seem to enjoy the control it gave him. Zanarin dumped a little shampoo into his hand and began to work it into his hair, his other hand coming up to dump a little one the others head with a bit of a chuckle. "Wash up Malic. I can't abide a filthy soldier." The fiery man drawled. For the shower, his Commander had removed his eye patch and Malic could see the delicately stitched closed eyelids that hid the socket from harm.

Malic can remember kissing that wounded eye once when he was allowed to tie the Commander's eye patch back when the strap broke. He remembered how Zanarin's cheek flushed slightly for so embarassing an action, not realizing just how cute Malic found that part of him. To others it was scarred and grotesque - to Malic it was just another delightful part of his Commander's person. The Starc began washing himself then and watched as the suds slipped down between Zanarin's shoulder blades, lower along his spine, and between his gorgeous cheeks. Malic really wanted to make love to him again...Just seeing how his pussy dripped wetly left the young soldier whimpering with desire.

For now though, Zanarin seemed to be intent to get clean. They were both dusty and smelled of sweat. The man didn't much feel like sex when they were both disgustingly stinky. Though... who knew, it might have been kinky. Zanarin rinsed his hair clean, his eyes shutting closed for a moment before he peeked out at the young man. "You keep eyeing me, Malic." He mused softly, the water sliding over the hardened plains of his body. "What exactly are you thinking about?"

In answer, Malic slowly covered the throbbing shame between his legs that couldn't help but spring up in the presence of such a lethal combination - Zanarin, nudity, and the wet sopping suds still dripping off his perfect puss. Such a sight could drive any man to a state of arousal and Malic was no different. He couldn't answer his superior though, merely blushing hard in embarrassment and cupping his groin.

The sight was too cute. Zanarin let out a gruff bark of a laugh, his hand sliding down to touch Malic's hands. "Does it really excite you so much to see me naked, Malic?" He all but purred, the dominant growl lingering just behind the sweet sound. The sweet, shy blush that touched Malic's cheeks enthralled him. Zanarin had never seen anyone get so shook up by his mere presence alone and certainly not in this manner.
"Is there... something you want, hmm?"

Malic wasn't sure if that question was a trap, as Zanarin had been known to simply leave his lovers wanting to enjoy to delightful sound of their pitiful moans. Still, he could see the command his in beautiful Commander's eyes and slowly swallowed down his nervousness. "I want you, Sir.....I want you badly," he rasped out, cock twitching with the feel of Zanarin's hands over his. Just touching him made Malic burn with desire.

Malic had been good. He had been so helpful to him. Now, with Zanarin in command, the Commander was more than willing to give it another try. His hand moved Malic's hands away from his groin and Zanarin pressed their bodies together till they were flush. Malic's hardened piece rested against the soft, hairless pussy lips and throbbed. "I think... that could be arranged." Zanarin mused softly, lashes lowered over his good eye.

"...uhn...." Malic whimpered as his cock throbbed freely against the other's wet lips. The water still cascaded over their bodies, washing away the sweat and dirt from their morning toils. Malic leaned in and nuzzled against Zanarin in a desperate attempt for affection - wanting to feel the other's lips upon his, to have that firm body so close that there was no telling where Zanarin ended and he began.

The first ghosting of Zanarin's lips seeking his was nearly overwhelming for the man. Malic could feel his heart harming as Zanarin sucked in his bottom lip and gently nibbled at it. The wild blue eye gazed up challengingly into Malic's black. The blue pulling the man in and causing the both of them to shiver slightly in pleasure as their bodies pressed closer together.
"Mn... You're so eager Malic..." The Commander whispered softly.

"I can't help it, Commander....I love you," he breathes in return, those words always being his secret weapon in situations like this. Malic knows that the more he says them, the more they may worm their way into Zanarin's heart. He kisses back against his superior for now, wishing he could have permission to take things further as the ache in his groin is almost unbearable. He wants so much to just make love to the beautiful Death Angel then and there - to press him up against the tiled shower and ravage that soft, sweet puss with his throbbing member. Oh, God, if only!

"If you love me so... then prove it." Zanarin husked against those soft, eager lips. The more the young Starc said those words, the more they brought strange warmth into Zanarin's body. There was such feeling behind them. It did not sound like the ridiculous praise of a casual lover. No, Malic's words were heavy with emotions that Zanarin didn't quite grasp yet. Calloused hands slid along that aching length teasingly.

"S-sir....i-if I am understanding c-correctly.....Do you mean to let me have you?" Malic asked bluntly, partially to gain certain permission and partly to plead. His dark eyes met Zanarin's as Malic stared him down with renewed intensity. He memorized every inch of the shorter male's face - knowing his commander's every expression of pleasure as well as distaste. Right now he was searching for desire in Zanarin's one good eye and seeking some unknown sympathy from the cruel twist of his delicious mouth.

He met with approval and lust. The lust brought a shiver through him and Zanarin's cruelly smirking lips twisted up into an even more lustrous smirk. "You are correct, boy." The redhead drawled, his fingers teasing slowly along the head of the other man's cock. The pleasant twitching of the other man's hips brought a smug smile to his full lips. "You may have me."

Malic didn't hesitate. Before Zanarin knew it, he was slammed back against the tile of the shower - wet cold porcelain making him shudder before he found a heated mouth upon his. Desperate kisses, hard and fast, made his mouth ache painfully and delightfully at the same time. Malic's hand immediately forced open those muscular thighs, still dripping with water. He thrust his hand between them, stroking that beautiful puss and its pink soft lips with near expert motions. Malic had studied anatomy books to be certain where to place his fingers - resulting in twitches of pleasure all over Zanarin's magnificent body.

What a pleasant shock that the Starc would have some talent at this. Zanarin arched into him with a hiss and wrapped strong arms around the young man's broad shoulders. Those talented fingers jolted him, hips bucking into the stroking as his soft little clit was worked till it began to swell and ache. Their mouths meshed together roughly. Teeth clinking and tongues sliding together before a sharp nip to Malic's bottom lip caused a little jerk of shock. Chuckling huskily, the Commander slid his other arms down to grasp at Malic's cock and give the turgid flesh a slight tug.

"A-aah..." Malic panted hard against Zanarin's neck as he continued to fumble down below, his fingers starting to trembling from the little bolts of lightning that went all through his body. Ah, but he was being selfish now...He had to focus! Mustering all his ability as a Starc to push his emotions down, he slipped a wet finger inside the sweet confines of Zanarin's body and began to rub that finger and his thumb on either side of Zanarin's clit. He would run his hand in a rocking motion over Zanarin's whole vagina, rolling the ball of his palm against the swollen clit to feel twitches up and down Zanarin's body.

His Commander's moans were well worth the effort. Hot breath puffing against Malic's cheek, Zanarin had to grit his teeth and press his thighs together to stave off the overwhelming flush of pleasure that his lover's actions created. It still felt odd to give himself to the Starc like this. It was made less difficult by his control over the younger man. Shuddering, Zanarin nibbled along his dark haired lover's jaw, his hand trembling where it caressed the soft velvet flesh of Malic's length.

Malic couldn't take it. He could feel the wet juices of Zanarin's excitement and was well aware of the pre dripping from his own length. Without a further word, he grasped his Commander and turned him around - pressing that lean body against the tiles as he arched that ass back against his cock. Rubbing his member along the slick lips of Zanarin's puss, he groaned with delight and urged his Commander to arch into the touch. A few thrusts and his engorged length was decidedly lubricated, allowing him to spread those lips with his fingers and thrust deeply inside. "Aaah!" he growled, teeth grit and body trembling to control his release from coming then and there.

Zanarin arched up on his toes when the length pressed against the fatty lips. The slick flesh frotting together till the head of Malic's cock nudged at his delicate pearl and sparks exploded behind his lids. Moaning, the freckled man pressed himself back against Malic while the man rocked himself back and forth between his clenched thighs. When the blunt head of that velvety cock finally began to nudge in, Zanarin bit his lip to prevent an embarrassing yelp of anticipation.

Malic didn't wait long after he finally spread that wet sex with his cock to pull out and shove back in. He set a hard pace, knowing full well that Zanarin enjoyed the rough treatment even to his normally untouched puss. The stimulation of his fingers against his Commander's pearl only made it that much better - Malic's hand reaching around to keep those lips spread as his hips rolled viciously inside.

The sensation was blissful. Malic's fingers traced along the stretched lips and rubbed the swollen bud crowning them till Zanarin was letting out undignified mewls and moans. To his embarrassment, Zanarin found his voice rising again. One could not simply keep quite under the heavy onslaught of skilled fingers and a hard cock jutting in just right. The water continued to pour down on them, the heat and the steam coating their writhing bodies.

"C-Commander!" Malic moaned as he gripped those slender hips and worked his muscles with all his might. His buttocks flinched repeatedly with every thrust, the distinctive slapping sound of wet flesh echoing along with their cries of pleasure. It was lucky for Zanarin that his office door was locked, as anyone walking in on this scene would get a rather incredible shock. No one would ever imagine the powerful Death Angel Commander spread like this, his body arching into the tiles of his shower, and clawing hard at the thighs of his thrusting young pupil. No, it was a fact too outrageous to believe.

It was simply ridiculous to think that someone such as this would allow anyone to dominate them the way Zanarin was allowing Malic to. He groaned and yowled in pleasure, his thighs clenching tightly to make his already tight cunt even tighter. Zanarin's hands clawed viciously at Malic's ass and thighs, urging the man to thrust harder into his clenching little puss. "F-Fuck, harder damnit!"

"Y-Yes, Sir!" Malic growled out between thrusts, his voice husky with his uneven breath. He arches his body back and uses all the leverage he can get to spread that pussy passed capacity. Zanarin's body is exquisitely equipped - such slender hips accommodating the Starc's impressive length as the wet suction only served to pull Malic in all the deeper. Upon pulling out, the young soldier's thickness would rub the abused pearl without mercy, sending electric shivers up and down Zanarin's trembling thighs. He felt like his legs might collapse if not for the press of the wall before him and the firm hands holding his hips and massaging his buttocks.

Zanarin moaned out his pleasure and dug his nails hard into the yielding flesh of the man rutting in so deeply. Head tipping back, Zanarin cursed and praised Malic all at once, trembling harder as that slick cock rubbed along his clit. Malic was giving it his all and Zanarin was pleased with himself for allowing the young man to pound his pussy like this. Maybe, with him, it was not such a bad thing. Not if it felt so damn good.

And there was no question that Malic would never hold this act against him. The boy absolutely worshiped his Commander, as proved by his every action. Zanarin didn't have to worry about the young man blabbing about this sort of thing - he understood Zanarin's need for his reputation and kept his distance despite how much he wanted to be near his beloved superior. No, Malic knew his place. He knew it painfully well. That is why this sort of thing could only be done in the secret corners of Zanarin's office or the dark alleys where no one was looking. Zanarin contemplated how utterly kinky their relationship was, at least in regard to how many hidden public places they had sex, as his mouth was devoured hotly by Malic's in his effort to please. The kiss was both punishing and sweet, working well with the duality of their feelings for one another. On the one hand stern indifference, on the other a blinding passionate love that transcending race, position, and age.

Nothing could ever be as good as this. The very sensation and press of their bodies together. Rush of their blood in their ears and the pounding of their hearts against their ribcages. His nails dug in harder, nearly causing blood to well to the surface of the young Starc's skin. Zanarin let out breathless, eager cries. Forcing himself viciously onto the cock surging up into his tensing, pulsing cunt. With their mouths crushed together, the man's cries were silenced.

"S-Sir...a-ah...can't...not much l-longer...!" Malic breathed against the other's mouth as he broke away, swollen mouth unable to handle much more of this kissing. His cock was having a hard time as it was, being sucked so well by that tight heat. Silken and wet, there was no sensation like it in all the world. Malic was absolutely addicted and would do just about anything to feel that warmth bubbling up in his stomach and the tingling on his skin. Just touching Zanarin was enough to make him groan - this sort of affection nearly made him explode for happiness and pleasure.

Zanarin would be more than happy to give it what with the pleasure that was pulsing in his body. The man arched, scratching viciously up the other man's back till it was covered in quite a few angry looking scratches. "F-fuck!" Zanarin bit off, brows knotting. The tight pleasure was growing in his belly nearly to the point of bursting. A leg came up and forced the other man's hips savagely into his. He would be a bit bruised between the thighs, but in the long run Zanarin found it worth it. "J-Just a little more, Malic....!"

"A-Ah...y-yes, Sir!" Malic replied obediently as he tried to reign in his own pleasure. He thought of anything that might make him not feel so excited, but that delightful squeezing puss just made his mind go to mush. Finally, in desperation, he reached around with both hands and began to toy with Zanarin's pearl by not only massaging to either side of those spread lips, but putting pointer and thumb on either side of the delicate nub - rubbing and teasing it in time with his vicious thrusting. He wanted his commander to find pleasure first - it's all Malic cared about.

Zanarin's hips jerked violently. His head thrown back as a sharp cry of pleasure burst from his lips the moment Malic's fingers toyed along that so sensitive pearl. He whimpered, howling out his pleasure now till he thought his throat would go hoarse. Certainly it was a blessing that none of his students were not running around downstairs with how loud he was being. It felt good to cut loose though. A feeling of elation and raw pleasure working through his veins. Agonizing pleasure welled up in his gut till it burst and he shook in a mind numbing orgasm.

Malic could hold on no longer, his body seizing up entirely as Zanarin's hot puss tightened around him. His control finally gave way in one last jerking thrust, spilling inside his commander's willing body with a loud groan. His hips gave a few more weak thrusts before he leaned heavily against the wall - legs shaking as his entire body tingled with the afterglow of intense orgasm. No one else, no matter how skilled, could leave him feeling this satiated. Only Zanarin could do this to him. "I...L-love you...c-commander..."

He didn't get words in answer, but a slow, burning kiss from the trembling Commander. Zanarin sucked gently at the man's bottom lip before drawing back to catch his breath. His own legs felt like jello. Zanarin couldn't remember a time before this that he'd felt so exhausted and sated. Peering groggily up at the younger man a smile began to spread across his face. "Mnn... I could tell." He uttered, idle hands playing among the dark mass of hair.

"C-could you? That is....all I've ever wanted." Malic nuzzles close against Zanarin's chest, drinking in the smell of his body all wet as it is. The warmth of him makes the hot spray of the shower feel like nothing - Malic would much rather bathe in the exquisite aura of Zanarin's body instead of something so common as water. Of course, that would get quite nasty after a while, but he doesn't care..."I just want...Commander to know how much I love him."

Smiling slightly, Zanarin wrapped his arms around the other man's shoulders and held him flush to his body. Silently taking in the strange sensation of having someone he truly did desire being around. It had not been long that he'd known Malic, but the young Starc was growing on him. Zanarin found it a little distressing sometimes, yet when he was alone with the dark haired man, tangled up in his arms and overwhelmed by his affectionate cuddles, it didn't seem so bad. "Don't worry, Malic... I know." The hybrid whispered softly against the wet flesh of his lover's chest.
This was growing on him bad.