hybrid_prince | For Garrrr

Dorrek smiles as he guides them to the ship. People give them space to walk up the ramp as Dorrek begins to speak animatedly about the way the ships work and the route they will take and many other things. Instead of the stoic Emperor for the moment Dorrek is really only an excited young man, clearly showing a passion about space and smiling as he gestures widely and explains their star drives as he guides Gar down halls and finally to and through a door into a large suite. A beautiful and lavish one with massive windows to see the stars. With an in suite jacuzzi in one corner and a massive bed and large cabinets for possessions.

“This will be your room.”

Far larger and more impressive than where Gar was in the palace. In fact, it was what one would expect for the Emperor if they didn’t know better.

Gar is kind of swept away in it for a minute, forgetting that regardless of what Dorrek says he's still Gar's captor. His excitement was contagious even though much of it all he didn't really understand even as the other explained. He was good at earth tech but this was something else altogether.

He looks surprised when the other said it would be his room.

"You have to be kidding..." he shook his head. It was like what he imagined the really expensive hotel rooms were like. Even his room on Titan Tower was nothing on this.

"This is kind of excessive..."

“I can hardly put you in the military lodgings or in the crew quarters,” Dorrek dismisses. “Though I admit this is a larger room. This ship is my personal cruiser, not a military ship, so my quarters are larger. Not that these are my quarters. They are meant for the Imperial Consort.”

Oh. Wait. That could sound...

Apparently Skrull can blush. And for Dorrek that means his cheeks go a deeper shade of green.

“Which is not to say you are such. I lack a consort. And thus the room is unoccupied.”

Gar flushes at the word consort. Because for a minute he thought... and he almost thought he didn’t mind the idea. He quickly pushed that away and swallowed as the other backtracked.

“So when you get a consort, I’m screwed,”Gar said and it’s kind of a joke.

“Wait you’re like emperor of the universe and you don’t have a consort?”

Well at least he isn’t the only one put off by making a silly comment. But then he thinks he might not point out to Gar the door on the far wall that leads through to Dorrek’s room.

“I am... young, by Skrull standards. We live to over two of your centuries. And I am only just twenty of your years. It is rare for a Skrull to marry before sixty. Rarer still for one my age to ascend the throne. Simply put, there hasn’t been time and... well, my people accept me for what I represent, but that doesn’t mean that there are many who would choose to mate with me. I am... undesirable in many ways. My Kree blood, my appearance, my attitudes. I do not often fit the mold they expect of me.”

Which might say something as to why he turns to a human for some measure of distraction from his throne. He’s... lonely. But that doesn’t mean it explains everything.

“Besides. I would have to find one willing to put up with my... quirks.”

Gar thinks that him being so you g would have meant he had more consorts not less of them but he doesn’t say that as much in any case. He looks around again, maybe luckily not really noticing the door that isn’t the one they’d just come through.

Gar doesn’t see what anyone would find undesirable about Dorrek but yeah he’s not thinking about that at all...

“Your quirks...?”

Dorrek definitely looks uncomfortable at the question.

“Skrull are a fluid people. While we are born one gender we are capable of being any we desire. Most have one preferred gender, and will manifest as that, whether in Skrull form or posing as another species. But that doesn’t mean that we are bound to that form.”

As he once shifted to look like Gar he now changed beside him, looking like an equally tall and strong, though beautiful, woman. And then right back.

“However, fluid gender does not mean much in the fluidity of sexuality. Males are with females. Typically those born male attach to those born female. Those outside of that norm are... distrusted. Such as I am.”

“Oh....”

It dawned on Gar then and he shrugs.

“Guess Skrulls aren’t all that different from humans after all,” he mutters. And Gar isn’t gay, his sexuality is much more fluid than that.

Because he definitely had liked Rachel a lot and there was something with Dorrek even if it was wrong. It definitely was wrong but not because of gender it was everything else.

Gar shakes his head to clear those thoughts away.

“So they know this about you?”

Cause if they did everyone is definitely going to think he is the others consort.

“No,” Dorrek admits. “That would... undermine me so early in my reign.”

So he sighs and ruffles his hair a bit.

“Bad enough that I am part Kree. Bad enough that I lack the ears and chin of my people and instead have large claws and shoulder armor. Bad enough that my hair and eyes remind them of my Kree blood. But to choose a male form and seek a male partner instead of asking them to be a woman for me would be... difficult.”

Which of course he doesn’t expect Gar to understand. But he doesn’t expect anyone to believe him if he claims it either.

“Emperor in the closet huh,” Gar says and he does feel kind of sorry for him.

Gar shrugs a little. “Don’t know why any of it should matter.”

“In the closet?” Dorrek asks, frowning. He really doesn’t understand.

“You’re gay and it’s a secret?”

“Gay?”

Yep. Still doesn’t get it. His people didn’t have a word for it.

“Yeah a dude that likes other dudes?”

“Gay,” Dorrek echoes after a moment. What a strange term. But it feels good enough.

“I see. We don’t have a word for the concept. Thank you.”

“Well, that’s just barbaric,” Gar says and it’s half a joke. He looks down.

“I don’t really care about gender much.”

“Your world allows people to be homeless because it seems to make them feel better,” Dorrek mumbles defensively.

Because now he is self-comsciois.

“This... space is yours. Relax here as you see fit. There will be dinner in four hours. You will be dining with me. When you are ready, knock on that door.”

Dorrek gestures to the far wall where a door led through to his own room. Then he points at another door on a different wall.

“Your bathroom is through there. I do advise you not go into the halls and explore he ship today. For the first few hours the crew doesn’t even like me under their feet. “

Gar rolls his eyes at the comment about homeless people. Glass houses, Dorrek. But he doesn’t push it anymore or argue for the moment.

“Okay,” Gar says and looks around. He’s really still kind of disbelieving if the fact that this is his space. It kind of makes him wonder about Dorrek more but he’s also eager to be alone, to finally transform into a tiger again.

It’s like a part of himself had been cut off.

“Thank you,” Dorrek says, bowing as he regards Gar. “People will be along soon with your items no doubt. When you hear three chimes ascending that will mean we are taking off. Watch through the windows. It can be breathtaking. Beyond that, please make yourself comfortable.”

With that the Emperor offers a brief bow and heads for the door they had entered through. There were other matters he had to deal with before he could rest.

Gar spent most of the next few hours as a tiger in and out of water. He’d ended up laying on the ridiculous bed for a while and dozed off as well. He woke up with a start and was utterly convinced that he had completely overslept and now he was late... and he’s pretty sure keeping an emperor captor waiting was never a good idea even if technically he could say he wasn’t your captor anymore.

So, after quickly dressing he goes to the door and he does knock but he opens it right after because he’s not exactly expecting he’d be walking right into anyone’s private chambers or anything.

“I...” He’s about to apologize for being late but it is very clear that he’s not late. Oh man... he shouldn’t stare... but he is anyway.

Oh Gar, sweet man, where else would a private door in the chambers of an Emperor’s consort lead but into the Emperor’s room. ~~Which of course might be some display of trust right there, giving Gar unfettered access to the Emperor.~~

As it was, he was nearly half an hour early. Which meant just in time to shock Dorrek out of what little rest he had managed. Not even half an hour that he’d been in his own room, and while there he had let himself enjoy a hot soak. At the knocking Dorrek had lifted himself from his bath and sought a towel, meaning he barely had time to grab one nearby and wrap it around his waist as Gar effectively burst in on him.

Dorrek didn’t blush this time, but he definitely seemed... momentarily flustered.

“Surely Earth holds to a policy of waiting after knocking,” he chided as he strode over time a standing set of cabinets and opening them to pull out a garment. He then dropped the towel, back to Gar, and started to pull the body suit on. Many Skrull wore the tight fitting black and purple outfits, ones that might as well be painted on for how tight they seemed at the leg and chest and arms.

“You are early.”

Look, Gar's clearly not thinking about it like that. So when he walks in and sees Dorrek wrapping a towel around himself well... He stares at Dorrek for a long moment and he's flushing but he stares instead of looking away.

He probably should have looked away when the towel dropped and the other had his back to him but -- nope.

"Sorry," Gar offers but it's not the most sincere apology ever, biting his lip briefly and yeah he's watching the other get dressed but it's not like Dorrek had told him to look away or come back in a minute...

"I lost track of time and I thought I was late..."

Well, it shouldn't need SAID that you close your eyes or turn away. But Gar definitely gets a view. Dorrek is broad and tightly muscled and the man's body can't be denied to be a spectacle all its own. Worth the price of admission? Probably not. But it's something.

"Well, you are early. As you can see, there is no food here yet. I expect it shortly."

He finishes pulling on the clothes and they pull together into a seamless outfit. One that hugs him in all the lovely places, but doesn't cover his arms unlike other Skrull. The bulk of his hard shoulder plates, unique to him, don't really allow it.

"Come, sit."

He gestures to a couch as he grabs up a towel and starts drying his hair.

Gar would say worth it... He's still a teenager with raging hormones and Dorrek had been kind even if he'd been a captor and something had been there for a while and it was hard to look away given the chance at a peek of what was underneath. But he has enough shame to try and not be obvious about it so he's looking down by the time the other is turning around.

"Are you sure? I could leave?" he offers, but glances over the other again and maybe the previous conversation about the other's preferences is kind of heavier on his mind now. It just all sort of ran together.

"I was the one that invited you to dine with me," Dorrek counters. "And while we are in transit, I do not have any members of the court and military that I have to eat with. And, technically, if we are going to consider you a visiting dignitary or the eyes and voice of your people, you have a right to sit at the Emperor's table."

Technically Gar's newly defined position, the one Gar had chosen by agreeing to come on this trip with Dorrek, meant he had a lot more freedom in movement, and a pretty serious right to enter to Emperor's presence of his own accord provided Dorrek wasn't working with classified intelligence.

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