hybrid_prince | For Garrrr

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, please," Teddy groans, because it's not that easy. "You have been around the Skrull enough to know that isn't entirely true, don't you?"

“How am I supposed to even trust them, Theo?” Gar points out, it’s not like he has a great history with guards and the like. He pulls away from the other and makes his way to the food to eat.

“I will give you the one I trust the most,” Theo offers. “My personal guard. To protect you, my greatest treasure.

Gar studies him, eating a couple bites of the food that had been set out for him.

"Then who would you have?"

“Gavin, she’s my cousin, distantly,” Theo answers, moving to join Gar with the food. Very good. “She’s very devoted to me.”

Gar frowns still, worried at the idea still somehow.

"No one wants me here but you."

"Gavin has specifically said I've been more of an ass without you. I think she's a fan," Theo counters as he pulls a chair up and sits in it.

Gar smiles a little but he's still worried. He's not had the best experience with most of the other skrull. He shifts so he can drop his legs over the other's lap as he eats.

"I only trust you."

"Do you trust that I trust my cousin?" Theo asks, clearly concerned. But then he's wrapping his arms around Gar. This is a good place.

"Yes..." Gar says reluctantly, letting the other hold him as he continues to pick at the food in front of him.

He just still remembers when he was captive, when there were those that went against Theo's wishes. Could either of them ever be really sure?

“If... it bothered you, then we will not do it,” Theo decides. “You will need to be at my side at all times.”

Gar sighs and he drops his head against the other's shoulder as he looks up at him.

"I can't do that to you."

"It is either that or a guard. I cannot otherwise be certain that you are safe," Theo points out, exasperated.

"A guard... is fine, I guess," Gar finally relents.

"Beloved, I only wish to protect you. I know it's not what you want, but if you wish to stay, let me please make sure I can let you," Theo said, and he wanted to beg. The man deserved to be protected.

"I know, Theo. It's just difficult," Gar says, the memories of how things had first started of being imprisoned and not protected.

"I want to accommodate you, but protection and comofrt do not always go hand in hand."

In fact, they rarely do from his experience. He's not had a chance to be comfortable in a long time.

"I know and I don't want you to send me away again, Theo," Gar replies and he gives up on eating because well he'd had some so the hunger is more in the background of his mind.

"I'll do anything to stay with you."

Send him away? No, he doesn't think he wants to do that. He shifts to wrap his arms more firmly around the other man.

"I do not wish to lose you either, Gar. You warm my heart."

And frankly, his bed, but that's a lower priority.

Gar smiles and he rests his cheek against the other's shoulder as he lets the other hold him and it feels right to be in his arms again. He'd been so afraid that he'd never be close enough to him again.

"Then I'm sure you've been freezing lately."

"Just a bit," Theo agrees with a grin. The man was his heart, his warmth, his peace. "Perhaps you can help with that."

Gar presses a kiss to the side of the others neck. “You’re not warming up already?” He teases.

Theo actively picks Gar up and shifts him, just enough so that Gar could feel Theo hard under him.

"I am."

Gar makes a quiet sound of approval as he feels the other's hard cock and he presses himself down against it in a slow grind.

"I'd like to make you even warmer."

"I'd like to be warmer," Theo agrees. Yeah, this meal is pointless, isn't it?

He stands and carries Gar with him.

"Shall we retire to bed, my consort?"

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