hybrid_prince | For Garrrr

They call it a gift when they bring it before the throne. Dorrek VIII, young emperor of the Skrull people, barely even bothered to pay any attention to the cloth covered box that was rolled up before the throne. These particular military leaders weren't much of ones that he cared for, and frankly while he was invested in the eventual journey to Earth and conquering it ~~as was his lofty and prophesied fate from long since before he was born~~, that didn't mean he cared too much about the recon team he had sent. They annoyed him, and sending them to a planet protected by 'heroes' had been meant as a punishment.

The 'gift' to get back into his good graces didn't seem likely to amuse him in any way. There was nothing intriguing about Earth. So the Emperor had ignored their simpering and scrapping before him. It was unbecoming of a Skrull to be anything other than strong and dominating warriors. Still, he cut off their rambling dialog and waved to one of his royal guard. K'lrt, ever the devoted servant, stepped forward and whipped the cloth off.

And Dorrek considered what was presented to him with a raised eyebrow. This, of course, was not what he'd been expected. He hadn't expected a living being.

"Where did you find it?" he asked in Skrull, continuing the conversation in his native tongue.

"It attempted to attack us," one of the generals, who was kneeling out of reach of the cage spoke. "It is more than it seems. Like Skrull, but not."

Intriguing. Dorrek gestured for the clear tank on wheels (with air holes of course), to be rolled closer. Let him better see this prize.

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Gar repeats it but it's probable he won't actually remember it much later on. There's so much of the skrull language he has a hard time retaining. He settles onto the edge of the tub once Theo sat him down. it's all really overboard on extravagance but everything on this ship had been.

"You really want to take a bath together?"

Well, the ship is an Imperial transport. Of course it's going to be comfortable.

As for Theo, he frowns. Was this... was this Gar telling him no? He wanted to respect the man's personal space.

"Only if you wish it."

“I do,” Gar says softly. But to him bathing just felt intimate and there’s a weirdness to doing that with Teddy even if they’d just had their hands and mouths at each other.

Theo definitely doesn't agree on how intimate it is. This is just... a normal behavior. It's cleaning.

"Then I will," Theo assures him, moving to reach past Gar and turn on the water. Hot and fragrant. Clearly an indulgence.

But cleaning together? It’s different.

Gar closes his eyes when the water starts to run. The smile is amazing. And he’s kind of thinking he should probably let the tiger take a bath sometime. Tigers did love water.

Maybe Theo should teach him how to use non-perfumed water then. But he waits for the tub to fill a bit and slips into it, pleased for the heat.

"I can clean your back."

Gar bites his lip but he slips in after him, sighing at the temperature of the water. It’s perfect.

“I’d like that.”

"Turn around then."

The tub is more than large enough to stand in. Perhaps even swim in if one wasn't tall. And wide. So big, good for several people. And Theo takes up a bar of soap, fresh and new, and raises an eyebrow.

Gar does so and he bites his lip for a moment.

"Why are the baths so huge, Theo?"

"I inherited the ship. It was my grandfather's. And he was... quite affectionate for the ladies of the court."

He looks less than pleased by that.

"For me, it's just comfortable. Closest I've ever been to a pool."

Gar raises a brow and glances at Theo. He looks down then, chewing a bit on his lip.

“It is a bit like a pool,” he murmurs, but not quite the same. There were lots of things similar but nothing was the same as Earth and the longing was a painful throb in his heart and a tightening in his throat that he ignored. He cleared his throat.

“If anyone finds out...” he knows what he’ll be seen as. It wouldn’t be much easier for Theo he sure.

"Finds out about the lack of pools?" he asks, frowning.

"No... Nevermind, I don't know what I'm saying," Gar says and he glances back at Theo. "You're going to wash my back, yes?"

"Yeah, I'm going to," Theo agrees, moving to a nearby cabinet to gather cleaning supplies.

Gar swallows a little as the other moves and he bites his lip. It's strange, this thing between them. When they're not touching it all has time to rush back to the front of his mind and he's uncertainty is there waiting for him.

But he doesn't say anything, just watches Theo from the corner of his eye and he is a gorgeous person.

Yeah, Teddy has looks, but to him, Gar is the most exotic beauty there is. He returns soon with soaps and creams, and very soft cloths. Once back he kneels by the water and slips in after a moment, wetting a cloth. It will be a slow and attentive process. In fact, it will be very like that first time Gar was washed by Skrull attendants, just a thorough, but far more gentle.

"Would you prefer to do your own hair?"

Gar is quiet as the other washes him, attentive and gentle and it's similar to that first time but different because it's Theo. It's not strangers and he'd chosen this this time.

"Uh yeah, sure," Gar says, having zoned out for a moment.

"Alright then," Theo agrees, reaching around Gar in a not-quite hug, his hands soaping over the other man's chest. "In a moment you'll be able to get to that."

Gar nods, feeling the heat of the other close to him, the arms around him if only for the purpose fo washing his chest. He's quite certain he doesn't really want Theo to stop touching him. He shouldn't be thinking about him that way and yet hadn't they already crossed that line completely?

Theo hums lightly as he works the soaps into Gar's skin, until he's finally done and pulling back.

"There we go."

Gar glances back at him and then turns around after a few seconds of contemplating. He presses his lips to Theo's quickly and then withdraws.

Theo chuckles and moves to start cleaning himself as well.

"You continue to make me marvel, Gar of Earth.

Gar smiles as he shifts so he can watch the other. He’s quiet a little while, thoughtful about all of this. He can’t help but wonder if he’s made the wrong choices, if any of his attraction to Theo is real or if it’s just... the circumstances— is there really much choice in any of it? Theo had been one of only two people who had showed him any kindness.

“Maybe you’re just bewitched by my sexual wiles.”

"Ah, but I was bewitched by you before you showed them to me," Theo counters as he starts working on his own hair.

Gar bit his lip at the other's counter and he watches him as the other washes his hair.

"I don't know how."

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