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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 agrees, watching Gar. "Is... there a way you would like me to look?"

Surely that is part of what makes him attractive. He can look however Gar wants him to. Perhaps that is what made him desirable?

Gar frowns at the question.

"What? No...you're... you can just be you."

“And if I don’t know who I am? Who Theo-Vell is?”

His birth name. The one his mother had given him. Though she publicly announced him as Dorrek the eighth.

“Then you need to figure it out,” Gar lifts a shoulder.

“But... I like how you look ... both ways,” Gar flushes a little at the admission. There’s something more comforting in the more human appearance just a little bit.

Dorrek looks confused and he walks forward a few steps, closing more distance between them.

“You aren’t scared of the Skrull side?”

“I’m not,” Gar answers and he lifts a shoulder. “It’s just as attractive as this side of you.”

Dorrek is dangerous no matter what, he can’t exactly forget it completely

And he is strong in this form too.

“You don’t even mind I am so much bigger than you?”

“I kind of might like that part too?” Gar says and lifts his shoulders. It can be scary in a lot of situations but... not always.

At last he stands right there, close enough to reach out and touch Gar. A temptation? Perhaps.

“You are an intriguing man, Gar of Earth.”

“Just Gar, unless I should keep calling you Emperor right now,” Gar counters finally pushing back on the others choice of how to refresh to him finally.

Dorrek is right there.... so close he could touch him if he just reached out a little... his hand does after a moment, draw a light touch over the others forearm.

Most people do. But Dorrek doesn't say that. He just lets Gar's hand glide over his arm. And tries not to shiver at the touch. He is so very, very rarely touched for any purpose other than being helped into royal garb. And this has... different weight.

"Gar. Just Gar."

Gar would keep calling him that around others, when things were official but this is something different isn’t it? Emperor didn’t fit this moment.

“Yeah... Dorrek,” he says lowly, tilting his head to look up at him as his hand moves up his arm, over his bicep. When he steps closer they’re almost touching more than that intentional touch on his arm.

Definitely almost touching. It's got Dorrek's heart racing. So close, with the implication that more could happen. How did he react to this? Did he start it? Did he initiate? He didn't know.

"Theo. Call me Theo."

He's never asked anyone but Sh'rah to call him that. No one else knew the name to his knowledge. No one living.

Gar swallows at that and everything is so weird and upside down and yet it felt kind of right. Gar’s hand moved to the others shoulder as he leans up more.

“Theo,” he says it soft and it feels right, better than Dorrek but maybe that’s because Theo is more like a name he would have known on earth. But the whisper is followed by his lips pressing to the other’s again. He waits to be sure it’s welcome before actually pressing against him.

Maybe it’s too much for Dorrek and maybe it’s too much for Gar. He really doesn’t know even as he did it.

Well, he can't explain why it's similar to an Earth name, but it's his, his secret name. One he has entrusted this human with. This human who says his name soft and warm and like it is a good thing. And he likes that maybe it is. And the way it's whispered is... intoxicating.

Enough to make him willing to lean down more, and meet Gar's lips with a bit more firmness than Gar is offering.

Gar relaxes into the other then. He gives into the desire to kiss him that he knows he really shouldn’t have. It’s complicated and it probably won’t ever be not complicated even if Dorrek — Theo wants it not to be.

Still, the firm press of lips against his own is encouragement and makes his heart pound a little faster. He deepens the kiss slowly. He’s not the most experienced either but he knows now that he’s had a bit more than the other in this area.

Gar's definitely had a bit more. Doroek gasps against Gar's lips at the act of deepening the kiss. And damn he feels like he could catch on fire from the kiss alone. Which wasn't possible. But damn, it burns so much in him.

An arm settles around Gar's back and he pulls the other man closer.

Gar is both surprised and a little relieved when Dorrek reacts so positively when his arms move around him and pull him close. He wraps his arms around the back of the other's neck. It was good. It was so good. He's kind of scared of how good it actually is.

His tongue brushes against the other's lips, teasingly tracing them. He just wants a little more of a taste.

Why wouldn't he be reacting positively? Gar is giving him something pleasurable, that sends the perfect kind of tingle against his spine. But he is shocked by the tongue brushing his lip, which makes his lips part as he gasps yet again. Damn, the guy has him off balance.

Gar teases a little bit more of a taste, a quick dip of his tongue into the others mouth before he draws back, taking a moment for a breath and to try and compose himself a little because he already feels overwhelmed kissing the other, being held by him.

Oh dear lord. How is that not the best feeling ever? He's breathing hard when Gar pulls back. It's so good.

"You kiss really well."

Gar blushes at that, keeping his arms around the other still so close to him. “Not that you can really compare to know if I actually or not?”

"Because it made me... feel good."

And that's really all he needs, right?

Gar smiles, feeling something satisfying at the other telling him that he made him feel good. Apparently he can do things aside from piss the emperor off.

"So we can keep doing it, if you want."

"Our legs are going to get tired, standing like this," Dorrek muses.

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