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“I perform best under pressure,” Fi had said. And then he’d winked and shot Sev a grin like he knew exactly how it made Sev flush under his bucket.
Vau would have his hide if he saw Sev messing around like this, sharing a shooting lane with Fi, competing for- For something important Sev was sure. Sev had told Fi to prove it and Fi had only grinned wider and led the way to the practice range, the one the Nulls had claimed for themselves, which meant it was empty save for the pair of them.
Vau was going to skin him and feed whatever was left to Mird. Sev didn’t fool around like this, he was a professional, he didn’t allow for distractions. But he’d made an exception for Fi. Again.
The target popped up, moving fast across the range. Sev squeezed the trigger, a fraction of a second too early, and went wide. Fi’s shot followed, that missing fraction later, and the target lit up.
“Too early,” Fi said in a sing-song voice sounding utterly delighted. Sev’s hands tightened on his deece, in a way that was going to do nothing to improve his aim.
Sev was going to kill him. He was going to throw his deece down, straddle the shabuir’s chest and choke him to death while he squirmed under him. He was going to-
The next target appeared and Sev didn’t even manage to get a shot off before Fi had nailed that one too.
He was a better shot than Fi. He knew he was. He knew because he’d checked, doubt itching at the back of his mind that this hyperactive di’kut could be better than him. So he’d pulled up their range scores to check, and while his margin was narrow, it was there. Only Scorch had caught him checking, and had mentioned it to Fi, and now here they were. Shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, aiming down the same range.
And Sev was putting out the worst performance since he’d been a meter tall and handed his first real sniper.
Fi rearranged himself, muscles shifting under his bodyglove, and Sev was looking at Fi’s shoulders and not down range. He could feel the heat of Fi’s body through the thin layers between them, and couldn’t seem to stop fixating on that.
Another target appeared, starting at the top left moving rapidly down towards bottom left. Sev had made harder shots with concussions.
He made the shot. Fi made it quicker.
Osik.
His hands were sweaty.
A strand of Fi’s hair had escaped the wax he’d seen Fi work into it to style it just so; as if it wasn’t going to get messed up the moment Fi put on his helmet. The single curl of hair fell across Fi’s forehead.
“Something distracting you, Sev’ika?”
Sev snapped his eyes forward, and sent a silent thanks out to no one that his muscle memory decided that was the time to kick in and he nailed the target.
“Focus on your shooting, di’kut ,” Sev growled between gritted teeth.
Fi laughed, and shifted again, pressing a little more firmly into Sev’s side. Sev’s breath caught in his throat and it was only with immense effort he was able to keep his eyes locked down range. Was he doing it on purpose?
The final target popped up, and it was far too late for Sev to win, or even come close but for his pride’s sake he lined up his shot. Fi grunted softly from beside him, and Sev’s focus wavered.
The target lit up, Fi hitting it dead on, Sev a finger’s width too high.
“I told you,” Fi said. “I’m excellent under pressure.”
If they’d done that properly. If that score had been added to his record he’d have had nowhere in the galaxy he could hide from Sargent Vau. It was embarrassing and it was Fi’s fault. It was Sev’s fault for letting the mir'sheb get under his skin the way he had, allowing ‘Fi to distract him when Fi and the rest of Omega were living proof of what happened to commandos who got distracted. But Fi was always right there, up in Sev’s space, in a body glove that seemed to cling a little differently than the rest of them, teasing and mocking and riling Sev up.
Fi had to know what he was doing.
Sev pushed himself up with a grunt but couldn’t make himself stand up and leave. He had to put an end to this, and had to make it clear he wasn’t interested in whatever Fi was offering.
Fi sat up crossing his legs, watching Sev with an easy smile. He ran a hand through his hair, collecting that loose strand and tucking it back in amongst the others.
“I could eat. Wanna grab something?” Fi asked.
Sev didn’t gape but it was a near thing. He didn’t understand Fi, couldn’t ever seem to pin him down. Why wasn’t he mocking Sev for this? A freshly decanted trooper who didn’t know which end of the rifle to point down range could have put up a better performance.
“I’m not hungry,” Sev snapped.
Fi clapped him on his shoulder. “It’s okay, ner vod , we all have off days.”
Sev didn’t. Sev was the best. If he wasn’t the best, what use was he?
“Come on, let’s grab some food, we’ll have another round tomorrow, best of three.” Fi’s tongue darted out to wet his lips and Sev was going to rip it right out of his shabuir mouth.
Sev lurched forward and kissed him.
Fi made a noise of surprise and they tumbled backwards to the floor. They didn’t break the kiss and their teeth banged together painfully but when Sev made to pull away Fi’s hands tangled in his hair, holding him in place. Sev had never kissed anyone before, and he was getting the impression Fi hadn’t either. It was uncoordinated and wet and their noses kept knocking together and Sev had never wanted anything more in his entire life.
He was breathless when they broke apart, mouths still only inches away from each other, breathing the same air.
“Something you need to get out of your system?” Fi asked and Sev could feel the warmth of his breath on his skin. Heat rose on Sev’s neck even as he willed it down. He hadn’t thought this loss could have resulted in any further humiliation but he had found a way. Fi didn’t want him. He wanted a girlfriend, someone to play house with, someone who was most definitely not Sev. And Sev didn't want him either, this was a mistake, one he shouldn’t make again. But now he was going to have to listen to Fi tease him about this for the rest of his pathetic little life.
Fi flipped them and Sev snarled ready to switch this into a fist fight instead; there was no way he was going to allow that stand. Then Fi rolled his hips, straddling one of Sev’s thighs. The hard line of Fi’s erection pressed up against Sev and Fi’s thigh rubbed up against his groin and all objections abandoned him.
“Fi,” he gasped, hand tangling in the front of Fi’s bodyglove, dragging him back down for another messy kiss.
He’d seen Fi apply lip balm before but he hadn’t realised it was flavoured. He realised it now. Fi tasted almost like fruit but more like the candy Skirata had brought for Omega that Delta had declined. Scorch had ended up grabbing the bag away after Boss and Niner had almost come to blows; a petty act of vengeance.
Sev hadn’t been overly taken by the taste but he caught Fi’s lower lip between his teeth, licking that artificial fruit taste right off his mouth.
He was hard in his pants and Fi was grinding his thigh up against his cock and it was all Sev could do to stop himself from humping it like an animal.
“That’s it, Sev. You feel so good. Even better than I’d hoped.” Fi mumbled into Sev’s mouth. He shifted his weight, to free up one hand, pressing it between them, and finding the seal of Sev’s suit. Sev’s whole body jerked as Fi closed his hand around Sev’s cock.
“ Fierfek .” Fi’s hand was warm and tight and Sev bucked his hips desperately.
He had lost all coordination. He had seen porn, it was impossible to live with Fixer and not have seen everything he could have ever imagined and things he couldn’t, and wished he’d never had. People in the holovids didn’t seem to have any problem kissing and screwing at the same time but Sev felt like he’d lost his mind completely. How was he supposed to focus on anything but Fi’s hand moving on him, up over the head of his cock and then back down again?
“Careful, Sev,” Fi said, voice still mostly level, like this wasn’t ruining him the way it was ruining Sev. “You gonna fire off early here too?”
Sev bit him. His teeth sank into the muscle at the base of Fi’s neck, not hard enough to break skin, but vicious enough to bruise. Fi refused to mock him for his aim, but mocked him now. How dare he?
Fi groaned, tilting his head back, giving Sev even more access to his throat. “Yeah, Sev, just like that.”
Sev released him, staring at the mark he’d just left, how beautiful it looked on Fi’s skin. The offence was immediately forgotten and he moved higher up Fi’s neck, finding another patch of unblemished skin to blemish. Fi made another low nose, throat rumbling under Sev’s mouth.
Fi liked this. He liked what Sev was doing to him. Sev felt lightheaded.
He wanted to touch him, wanted to claw his way under Fi’s skin the way Fi had clawed under his. He wanted Fi to shatter into pieces. He worked his hands under Fi’s shirt, pressing his palms to the heat of Fi’s skin. Fi’s muscles moved under his hands and he dug in his nails, scratching long lines in Fi’s sides just to pull that sound from him again.
“Don’t you ever play nice?” Fi asked, but the end of the sentence was all but swallowed up by a groan.
Sev forced Fi’s shirt up higher, grabbing clumsily at the flesh of Fi’s pectorals. Every noise Fi pulled from him felt like a lost battle but Fi was moaning and panting above him as though it was easy, as though there was nothing more in the world he wanted than for Sev to hear how good he made Fi feel.
Sev could lose himself to those sounds.
Fi let go of Sev’s cock and Sev made a noise that if he’d heard from someone else he might have called a whine. Fi dragged him back into a quick kiss, his own teeth nipping at Sev’s mouth before he pulled away, Sev’s hands slipping out from under his shirt to rest on the equally enticing bare skin at Fi’s hips instead.
He sat up, just enough to shove his pants down his thighs, revealing his leaking cock and for a moment all Sev could do was stare at it dumbly. It should have been exactly the same as his own but looking at it it didn’t feel the same. Would he know exactly how to get Fi off? Know exactly what would feel good? Fi certainly seemed to have a grasp on what he wanted.
“Lift your hips,” Fi said, and it took Sev an embarrassing second to realise what he was being asked. He shoved his own pants down, and then Fi shuffled forward, lining them up and took both of their cocks in his hand.
Sev didn’t arch off the ground, but only because Fi’s weight kept him firmly pinned. His toes curled in his boot and a desperate gasp burst from his throat.
“Please.” His traitorous tongue formed the word before he could stop it and he felt himself flushing again. It was hard to care though. Fi’s mouth had fallen open, his eyes half closed. He looked-
He looked like something Sev didn’t want to give up.
“Been thinking about this, about you. You’re so damn hot, Sev.” Fi rolled his hips and every bit of fiction against Sev’s cock was overwhelming. It was so different from his own hand where he could anticipate every movement.
Fi’s shirt hadn’t slipped all the way back down, still pushed half way up his stomach and Sev couldn’t move his eyes away from that stretch of bare skin from the bottom of his shirt down to the pants around Fi’s thighs. He wanted Fi naked, he wanted to see everything.
“Imagined it was you when I was jerking off in my bunk. I was desperate for you, Sev.”
Why would Fi think about him? Fi wanted a girlfriend, a relationship, and Sev couldn’t, wouldn’t, shouldn’t, give him that. He couldn’t handle the way Fi was talking, but his brain couldn’t form the words needed to stop him, utterly transfixed on the way Fi’s hand felt around both their cocks, pressing them up against each other.
“I’ve seen your range scores too. You're the best of the best. And seeing you in action, Sev. You’re insane. No one else can do what you do. You should be proud,” Fi took deep gasping breaths each time he moved against Sev, but he pushed the words through regardless.
Sev didn’t know what to do with how that hit him. The sound it pulled up into his throat before his stubborn body choked it back down again. Fi had just witnessed what might be the worst performance of his life and he wouldn’t stop talking. He’d screwed up, with Jiss, with his shoulder, and now here. Fi kept making him screw up so who gave him the right to say he was good?
Fi had found a rhythm, rolling his hips into his hand, against Sev, and each time had Sev fruitlessly trying to push more into Fi’s hand. He hated the way his body was acting of its own accord that he was helpless to prevent how good Fi was making him feel, helpless to hide his reaction to it.
“That shot you made when we escaped with Jiss. I can’t stop thinking about it, Sev. How hot you looked. How confident you were. So shab'la good.”
“Please, Fi,” Sev whimpered and he needed to stop Fi from running his mouth before he did something he’d regret.
“It’s okay, Sev. I’ve got you.”
Sev clumsily shoved two fingers into Fi’s face and his eyebrows knitted together in confusion for a moment before he got the message. Fi sucked greedily on the fingers, mouth wet and warm and Sev would do anything other than have Fi stop the way he was rubbing their cocks together to feel that mouth around him.
It was as though he’d suddenly remembered he had hands of his own, that he could touch Fi if he wanted to. And he did want to. He grabbed Fi’s thigh roughly, heart leaping in his throat at the way his finger dug into Fi’s flesh. He could leave bruises if he wanted to; something to match the dark half circles his teeth had left on Fi’s throat. He could mark up Fi’s whole body if he wanted, Fi would let him, squirming under him as he learned exactly how to walk the line between pain and pleasure to pull the best sounds from Fi.
He wished Fi was still talking, encouraging him to boldness with that easy praise.
He tried to match Fi’s thrusting, meeting each roll of his hips with one of his own. He was hot all over, must have been sticking to his bodyglove but it was impossible to focus on any part of himself not pressed against Fi.
Fi made soft noises around the fingers, still sucking on them obediently, and Sev’s throat caught. He pulled his fingers out, dragging Fi back down to kiss him. There was still that artificial fruity taste on his lips and for one ludicrous moment Sev worried about how he tasted.
“I think I’m getting better at this.” Fi pulled back to look at Sev, smiling brightly, as if he was happy and not just aroused. Sev didn’t put his hand back to keep Fi quiet again.
Fi reached up and touched the tips of his fingers to the corner of Sev’s mouth, tracing a line down to his jaw. “You were good from the start. Absolutely perfect at everything you ever try, huh, Sev?”
Fi smiled too much.
Sev flipped them over and Fi yelped in surprise but didn’t stop him. It was better like this, Fi spread out under him, hair a mess, flushed and covered in a fine layer of sweat. Fi’s was still holding them, and the tension that had been building in Sev's groin and thighs and spreading up his back to his shoulder threatened to peak.
Fi smiled at him, open and easy, and Sev couldn’t stand it.
He buried his face back in Fi’s neck, the opposite side to before, sealing his mouth over the unmarred skin there and sucking hard. Fi pressed up against him, hand tightening around their cocks.
“Going to touch those marks tonight, Sev. Going to think about you every time I see them.” Fi was rambling, spewing nonsense that Sev was sure barely passed as dirty talk, but it made his chest feel tight and warm and occasionally he felt it go straight to his cock.
“I want you between my legs next time, leave bite marks all over my thighs. Have you suck my dick? Or I’d suck yours. You’d like that, everyone says I have a clever mouth.” Fi’s free hand had found its way to the back of Sev’s head, tangled in his hair. “I’m close, Sev. You’re doing so good. Never done this with anyone before and you’re making it so good for me.”
He was making needy sounds of his own now, punctuating every piece of praise that fell from Fi’s lips. This is why he’d needed Fi to stop talking. He wasn’t even biting Fi’s neck anymore, just hiding his face there, panting as his thrusting lost any rhythm. If Fi minded he didn’t show it.
“I want to feel you in me, Sev. Want you to split me in half on your cock. We can do anything you want.”
It was too much. Fi’s hand round his cock, the drag of Fi against him, Fi’s endless nonsense filling the space around him. His thighs were trembling from the effort of holding upright, and it was all he could do to keep moving at all. He was so close, right on the edge, orgasms just barely out of his reach. Just a couple more strokes would get him there, a couple more strokes or-
“You’re so damned good, Sev.”
Sev came hard, a wave of sharp pleasure consuming him. He grasped blindly at Fi’s shoulder for something to ground him as he threatened to break apart completely under Fi’s attention.
Fi was still rubbing up against him and he couldn’t prevent awful little noises from slipping between his teeth as each movement prolonged the state he’d been worked into.
Fi cried loudly under him, shuddering through his own orgasm, but Sev was almost too caught up in his own to notice. It hadn’t felt like that when he’d got himself off.
Fi was petting his hair in the next moment he was able to think of anything but how good Fi had made him feel. He didn’t quite jerk away, but it was a near thing. He hauled himself off Fi, collapsing in a heap beside him, only barely managing to land sitting rather than laying down. He wished desperately he had somewhere he could hide his face until he got himself back under control.
His hands were trembling ever so slightly as he tucked himself back into his bodyglove, pulling his pants back up over his hips.
“You good?” Fi asked, still on his back.
Sev grunted. He didn’t trust himself to speak quite yet.
“I think you were very good.” Fi sounded happy, and it made something ugly coil around Sev’s lungs. What did Fi think was going to happen next?
Fi was smirking at him and if he wasn’t worried about accidentally kissing him again Sev would have punched him right in his smug face.
“Your aim was better here,” Fi gestured to the line of come up the centre of his chest. “Right on target.”
“Do you ever shut up?” Sev asked, wishing his heart wasn’t pounding so hard and that he wasn’t considering licking his own come right off Fi’s skin.
This had been a mistake.
Fi was still talking. “Atin said Laseema took him to this place near where we trailed Jiss. We should go.”
Sev needed to not be here anymore. He needed to not be alone with Fi; Fi was talking like this was more than a poorly judged mistake and it wasn’t. It couldn’t be.
He managed to get his feet under him, checking the seals of his bodyglove as he walked as quickly towards the exit as he could manage without it being classed as running away.
There was the sound of Fi fumbling with his own bodysuit behind him. “Sev, hold up!”
Sev didn’t stop. If he stopped and turned back he’d do something to make this even worse. Like beg Fi to suck him off, or maybe that he be allowed to suck Fi off so Fi could keep talking, telling him how good he was doing, how much-
Osik.
His legs still felt weak and he could taste the fruity lip balm Fi had been using. He licked it off his lips before he could think to stop himself.
Osik.