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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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“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.

Gar looks down again after briefly looking at the emperor and all that sounds so ... fancy. He doesn't belong here at all. And he still hasn't stopped feeling like a captive.

"I'm like super not qualified for any of this."

Give it time, Gar. Give it time and maybe you will feel more welcome.

"Be that as it may, you are the person at hand. Besides, few are ever truly ready for the position to be thrust upon them."

Gar shrugs a little and then moves to sit on the couch the other had indicated a few moments before. He's still not quite looking directly at Dorrek because every time he does he's thinking about him naked and their conversation definitely did not need him thinking about that -- cause he was making everything pervy in his head.

"Maybe not."

If it helps, Dorrek is definitely draping a nice crimson wrap around himself before he moves to sit near, but not next to, Gar.

"I thank you, Gar of Earth, for coming with us. I do not think you will be convincing me to leave Earth alone, but I respect your attempts to do so."

It only helps like 1%.

"I haven't even been trying to convince you to leave Earth alone. I've been trying to get you to try working with humans first."

Now Gar, it's not like you can imagine unwrapping Dorrek before peeling him free from his clothes.

"Humans aren't exactly the sort to negotiate."

Oh never.

“The point is giving people a chance because they can and will surprise you.”

And hey, Dorrek looks good in green and Gar has to appreciate that.

"They could surprise us with violence," Dorrek points out. "I want to minimize death."

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never got the notif, sorry

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