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Amir was pre-programmed to throw out quips like a cash register. Rarely would one subject keep getting brought up again and again unless he had an interest in it. Video games were par for the course, whether making them or playing them. He happily brought up food and seemed to have a small snack in his hands almost every time they were unoccupied. Recently though a fixation on…dogs?
Drifter had not met one of these animals. According to Eleanor Kubrows were an apt comparison. They had a few of those back at camp. The way Amir acted was very un-kubrow like though.
Kubrows each had their own personalities, but always tended to be proud and stalwart beasts. Amir was a lot more scattered and playful. Much too willing to throw himself into danger too.
He made a few quips about the matter while on missions or when chatting. The first time he got excited and barked at them in the backroom, it made them completly forget what they were going to ask. Amir got embarrassed, but relaxed when Drifter called him cute. He was still blushing for a while after that.
Most of Amir's time in the backroom was occupied by the computer. The proto-frame could have several windows open at a time, bouncing from one to another. Drifter was still learning how to use the wider, but still limited, web.
They were relaxing on the couch behind him flipping through the TV. The ads and channels blurred together. Bored, they looked to their partner's back as he hurriedly typed away.
“Hey Amir?”
“Hum, yeah?” He was still focused on the screen.
“What are dogs like? And why do you keep barking like one?” Straight to the point.
Amir turned wide-eyed.
“I-it was only a few times!” he turned flabbergasted. “I don't do it that much do I? Oh gods I hope I don't do it that much.”
Drifter smiled. Well he hadn't done it that much. Just that he was the only one of the Hex who did it at all.
“Do you like dogs? I've seen a few on the television, they're pets right?” Drifter was curious. They did like animals, it made sense for other people to like them. Though they were more used to the kind that could tear a soldier's arm off.
“Yeah no, I love dogs! And cats! And parrots, have you seen one talk? And uuuuh, well a lot of animals… but I love dogs! I've always had pets around. Even this little guy!” He gave his tammapet a poke as his cheeks flushed. “Do I really bark thaaaat much though?”
“Well, I haven’t noticed others do it… Aoi did crack a joke once.” Why was Amir so flustered? Drifter thought it was charming in its own silly way. “Still, why do you bark?”
Amir began to fidget with his fingers. “It just happens? Feels right, it's fun! It's like, ahhhh- Sol what's the word? Unconscious? Appropriate? Cathartic? Yeah, yeah, it's nice. It's nice. Like, dogs are fun, energetic, happy, don't have to think about -” He gestured vaguely around. “All this. Conflict or whatever.” He deflated a bit at that last sentence.
Drifter fell quiet for a moment. “So it makes you happy?” They forgot how new to war Amir had been. “I think it's quite charming and cute.” They reached out and laid a hand over his.
“I…” His voice shrank. “Thank you...” He grabbed their hand, tracing over its knuckles. “If it gets too much just, let me know? I don't want to annoy you or anything like that.”
Drifter chuckled. “You can bark at me anytime, babe. I think you'd make a very cute pet.” They took one of Amir's hands and placed a small kiss on the back of it. “Though you better not piss on anything back here.”
The speedster perked back up a bit and laughed. “Who says I haven't already been marking my territory back here?” He smiled, the blush on his cheeks still warm. “I'd make a good pet! As long as you pet me and give me lots of treats. I promise I learn tricks fast.” The usual playful look he had in his eyes returned. “I also promise I won't pee anywhere if you give me treats.” Ah, a moocher too.
“If I'm not mistaken you sound like you want to be trained.” Drifter could be coy when they wanted. They could tell there was still something here to draw out. “You know you can always come to me with anything.” They meant it.
He opened his mouth before quickly shutting it again, they could see the gears in his head turn. “I’ll… I know that, I'll think about it.” His face got redder the more he stayed quiet. He gave a shy smile and kissed the Drifter's hand back.
The next day's mission seemed over in a flash. After a shower and some meandering around the mall, Amir and Drifter retired to their coven for the day. The beginning oranges and pinks of a sunset peaked through the windows of the upper floor. Both opted for the central couch for now.
“So, what did you have in mind?” Drifter asked. They had chattered and joked on the mission. Amir had proudly declared himself their “guard dog” while helping clear Scaldra troops.
“Well I think you have an idea in mind, but yeah, a puppy. Like you know how in Fantasy and Fables you can pretend to be a wizard or paladin? I want to get into character so to speak.” Role-play as it had been called. They remember some of Bombastines theater performances. Putting on a mask to play seemed simple enough.
“Mm-hm.” They nodded. “So do we need anything? Some sort of outfit? I'm still a bit new to this whole role-playing thing.” Well playing a role in another's story was something they were quite used to. This was different, more an equal exchange. They could each choose who or what to be. Amir wanted to be a puppy-dog.
“Not really? I mean maybe later I could get some ears and a tail to wear. Dogs are usually y'know, naked.” He shrugged. “You just have to be my…owner.” His voice held a nervous excitement at the last word.
Drifter nodded again, they knew they wouldn't literally own him, that was a bit too Orokin for their tastes. Still, willfully handing over control to someone else was delicate. They couldn't lie either, it did thrill them. Hailing commands and having someone follow them. Their eyes scanned the room, they needed a bit of padding on the floor. The red chaise lounge caught their eye. The rug there afforded some decent cushion.
They rose, feeling a small air of authority pass through them. Making sure to meander to the chair deliberately slow, they could feel Amir's curiosity peak. They looked to the proto-frame as they sat down. “Well? C'mere boy.” Amir shot up and appeared in front of them in a literal flash. “Sit.” He fell to his knees in front of them. He already had a small smile and excited eyes.
He pulled his face into a pleading expression, “Can you pet me?.. Please?” Amir instantly relaxed as fingers ran through his hair. He closed his eyes with a blissful hum and leaned into the touch. Drifter gently removed his glasses and set them aside, scratching at the free spot behind his ears. They earned themselves another hum as his eyes fluttered back open.
“Thank you for indulging me…” Amir said as he looked a bit dreamy. Drifter chuckled, he was cute when he was bashful like this. They leaned down and gave him a small kiss on the forehead.
“A good boy doesn't have to thank me. I'm also certain dogs don't usually talk.” They meant that last line as a joke, but they could see something click in Amir's eyes. He let out a small whine and rested his cheek against their knee.
They scratched again, now determined to mess his hair up. It was silky and thick, easy to make stick up in awkward angles. Soon their fingers drifted along parts of his face. Gently flattening eyebrows, following the dips of his nose, brushing the bottom of his lips. They took a moment to examine the swirls of sword steel flesh creeping along his jawline. Fingers twirling along the metal twists and bumps.
A small whine arose from Amir again. Drifter placed another kiss on his forehead. They cupped the sides of his face and placed another kiss on his nose, another here and another there. Amir's whole face flushed bright red as he stared back up into the Drifter's eyes.
“Who's a good boy?” Drifter purred as they scratched his chin. He let out a whine as his body excitedly swayed. “Ohhh my bestest cutest boy. Yes, who's the sweetest puppy?” His tailless butt started to wag more. He started leaning on his hands for support too, on all fours like a proper pup.
Drifter slid off the lounging chair to their knees. Amir started to wiggle a little more as he paced back a few steps. “Ruff!” He was starting to get into a playful mood it seemed. He did a small spin before pushing his head into the Drifters midsection. “Wrrruff, ruff!” He beamed at his partner as he bounced on his hands and knees.
“Ha! Oh getting excited, are we?” They ruffled his hair again. “Come on boy, stand up so I can get that gear off.”
He straightened his back out and stood on his knees, arms awkwardly floating by his sides. Drifter took to unfastening straps from his neck and torso. Their hands hovered a bit more as they got to his groin. They looked back up at Amir, he was biting his lip, eyes nervously bouncing between their hands and face.
“May I?” They asked. This would go as far as he was comfortable with. Amir quickly nodded. With a soft snap the protective cup covering his groin fell off, quickly thrown aside with the rest of his gear. A chill ran down Amir as the air brushed against his body. His alien biology unsheathed from its pouch. It stood proud and twitched, eager for a soft touch. Drifter made quick work of the remaining straps.
“Down now…” On all fours the barest he could be. He felt good, the touch and smell and sight of the whole affair had his head swimming. Drifter's hand smoothed over his shoulders and followed the trails of body armor. His altered skin had a hidden warmth to it, like grabbing one through a sweatshirt. Drifter took a moment to admire their… pet? They could see his body flush. His hands splayed flat on the carpet, eyes and body ripe with anticipation.
They were unsure of what exactly to do next. They could keep touching and petting him up and down until his body overheated. Brace his hips and wrap a hand around his cock for a bit of release. Dip down and catch his lips. Lost in thought they simply pet his back.
Amir bounced on his hands and peered up at Drifter. He needed more stimulation than this. He whined again and gazed at their face, determined. “Wruff!”
“Hm? What is it boy?” They leaned down to face him. Amir quickly delivered what he wanted, a long wet lick on their cheek. “Hey now!” Drifter laughed. He was quick to topple them over to the floor. An onslaught of tongue and spit assaulted the poor void demon.
“Bad boy! Bad!” They laughed and squirmed to no avail as Amir happily licked their face. His tongue and the barest edges of his teeth grazed their neck. Part of him wished to grab their shirt and tear it off. Instead he opted to bite and tug the collar of their shirt, exposing more skin.
Drifter let out a small moan, feeling flushed. “Ah, A-Amir…” They gasped. They felt his erection twitch against their leg. He gently bit the crook of their neck, licking the same spot afterwards. He buried his face into their hair, swimming in their scent.
He broke away and looked his partner in the eyes; both of them panting, light sheen of sweat from both their excitement. Drifter grabbed the sides of his head and pulled him closer. They left a long wet lick on Amir's cheek, payback for his earlier assault. Amir whined and started humping the leg pressed against his junk. Drifter couldn't help but grin.
“What is it boy?” Amir always had something to say no matter the moment, this change of pace was a bit challenging. His face screwed into a frustrated pout as he tried to think. His lips trembled and he whined again, opting to stick out his tongue. He was damn adorable like this.
“Do you want to kiss?” He nodded quickly. Drifter smiled and scratched his hair again. “C'mere sweetheart.”
Amir dove back in haphazardly lapping at their lips. Drifter followed suit and let their own tongue loose to play. They had deeply kissed before but this was needy, desperate, even greedy. It felt like a parched animal drinking out of a pond. Drifter's hands gripped his hair, trying to find deeper purchase in his mouth. He moaned in return while trying to match the pace.
They both heartily panted as they pulled away. Air was still annoyingly necessary. Amirs rocking against their leg had gotten faster, more desperate. He whined as his eyes drooped and teared up. An undignified moan punctuated his throat as his body tensed.
Drifter wrapped both arms around Amir pulling his head against the crook of their neck. “Good boy….my good boy.” They softly murmured right into his ear. Amir's whole body tensed as he came. All noise in his throat caught as his brain blissfully short-circuited, a strangled gasp was all that managed to escape.
Drifter could feel their nerves twitch as a mild electrical current passed through them. Quite a pleasant feeling in fact. They pulled the protoframe on top of themselves, willing his arms and legs to relax. The buzzing current slowly subsided as Amir lay on top of his partner. Neither cared about the mess squished into their torsos now. Quietly they both caught their breath.
A few quiet minutes passed between the two. Drifter gave their lover a small push, he complied and rolled onto his back next to them. His brain was slowly catching up to him, the bliss and warmth of his orgasm still washing over. Talking still seemed like a great task. Drifter held him, using one arm as a pillow for his head, the other rested on his chest. They could feel the strong beat of his heart on their palm.
They gave his jaw a small kiss. “Feeling good?” They asked.
Amir nodded. His eyes were still half lidded, voice distant. “Ah...f-fuck yeah.” He reached up and placed his hand over theirs. Drifter hadn't seen him quite worked up like this before. They left a small batch of kisses on his face, sweat lingering on their lips. They quite liked their new pet. This side of him was fascinating and intimate. “Good boy…sweet boy…”
“Ha…might get me going again if you keep sweet-talking like that.” He let out a long sigh of relief looking at his partner's eyes. His conscience had returned, a calm zen rested in his eyes now. “Thank you...that was…” He gripped their hand. “Fuck...I've never done something like that…” He choked up a bit, voice going quiet. “Thank you” A few stray tears ran down his cheeks.
Drifter hummed and pet his hair again with their free hand. They hadn't quite expected him to get so emotional. “Love you sweet thing.” They didn't know what else to say, but hoped that would do for now.
He turned to them, laying a kiss against their cheek. “Love you too.” They both laid a while longer, the carpet wasn't entirely uncomfy. Eventually though the unwashed sweat and spunk seeped into the skin, aided by the cool air drying everything out. With a groan they both rose together.
“We might have to try that again.” Drifter was first on their feet, offering Amir a hand.
“Ha! We should try that until we become experts in the field of whatever that was.” He happily bounded up despite the mild shake in his legs.
" Only if you're a good boy, and help scrub my back in the showers.”
“Don't know if I'll always guarantee that first one schnookums.”