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Saturn sighed. It was a typical day at the Veilstone branch of Galactic HQ, almost the end of the day. If he had to sit through one more hour, the colbalt haired male swore he'd go insane. After one more speech, Saturn vowed to get a good nights sleep, at least after releiving his built up sexual frustration. Sitting next to his fellow commanders, Mars and Jupiter, he glanced up at his leader, the charismatic Cyrus. Although Cyrus was his superior, Saturns mind was elsewhere. He was positive that the fact that he hadn't gotten any sexual attention since he had joined Team Galactic was more important than "energy sources" or "a new universe," although whenever the thought crossed his mind, he would get even more frusterated.
But who exactly could he sleep with? Mars and Jupiter were obvious choices, if that were his preferance. One of the grunts? He wouldn't dare give any one of them the satisfaction. Charon? Saturn gagged at the thought. Suddenly, he felta sharp pain in his shoulder. "Pay attention," Mars whispered harshly, elbowing her comrade once more. Saturn glared, knowing far too well that he was second in command, although Mars acted superior. Doing as told, Saturn looked up towards his leader. Cyrus was a powerful man, and one of the few people Saturn admired. With his chisled face and peircing eyes, he wasn't too bad to look at either. He had to have him. Looking back over at Mars, he noticed the young redhead seemed mesmerized by their leader, as if she saw him as a lover.
"Not in your life," Saturn muttered to himself, staring up at Cyrus once more. A smirk appeared on his face, feeling confident that things would work out quite nicely in his favor. He blushed, thinking of the dirty things he now wished for his leader to do to him. Of course, this wasn't the only time Saturn had these thoughts for his boss. These fantsies were usually what he got off to, not ashamed of lusting for the blue haired man. Aware of an erection trying to grow on his tight black pants, he snaked his hand down his pants, attempting to grow soft again.
Noticing this, Jupiter smirked. "What's he problom Saturn, got a woodie?" Saturn glared at her, his face brightcrimson. "******** you," he retorted, louder than intended, interrupting his leader. Cyrus groaned. "Commander Saturn, is there a problem?" He glanced over at the cat eared male, who was already embarassed enough. Saturn pulled his hand out of his pants, standing up. "Um, excuse me." he apologized, leaving the room.
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After escaping the large crowd, Saturn sprinted to his room. Sweating from both adrenaline and emberassment, he used the rest of his emery to stagger to his bathroom, reaching to turn on the shower. He stripped off his sweat drenched clothes and stepped in, feeling the ice cold water pound down on his back. Just the way he liked it. Sighing, he stroked his erection, his mind focused on his boss. He worked his member hard, moaning his leaders name as he reached his climax. "Cyrus." He loved the way the mans name rolled off of his tongue. "Saturn and Cyrus." He liked that. Hair and flesh drenched, he seized the oppertunity to wash, touching himself again when finished. Getting out of the shower, he stopped in front of the mirror, feeling his stomach rumble with hunger.
"s**t." Saturn had gotten up early that morning, skipping breakfast to train his trusty partner, Toxicroak. He had fasted through the rest of the day as well, preoccupied with his leaders plans to create his dream universe. Throwing on a robe and quickly towel drying his dripping hair, he made his way down the cold hallway to the kitchen. Noticing the dining hall was empty, Saturn rummaged throgh the fridge, finding nothing but past due energy drinks left by the grunts and a mud mask he beleived to be Jupiters.
Digging further into the back, he discovered what he was looking for all along: Pickles. The male commander had almost forgotten where he had hid them, releived that none of the grunts had touched them. Kicking the door closed with his foot, Saturn worked the jar open, pulling out a fresh pickle. He smiled, slowly sticking it into his mouth, biting down slowly. I'm in heaven, he thought to himself, deciding to take the rest back to his room. Stepping across the cold metal floor, Saturn started back, only making it a few steps before running into Cyrus, knocking the smaller man back, the pickle jar shattering as it hit the ground. "s**t!" Saturn didn't know what to do. He stood up and bowed quickly, before bending down to clean up his mess.
"I am so sorry, sir!" He paniced, being it the second time he was embarassed over the past few hours. Cyrus frowned. "There's no need to apologize, commander, It was my fault." The taller man was somehow calm, although his ice blue eyes seemed to seep hatred instead of sympathy. "Now come on. I feel as if I must discuss something with you." Saturn stared at his boss, feeling surprised and confused. "B-but... Pickles..." Cyrus smirked. "Mars can handle it. Now come on." Saturn did as told, wondering if he should get dressed first, but nervous to question his leaders actions. Silently, he followed Cyrus to his office.
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"There's something on your mind, Commander." Cyrus paced around his office, interrogating the younger man. Cyrus had noticed that his commander was easily distracted, as this was slowing down the process of creating his universe. "I want you to be honest with me. What is distracting you." Saturn sighed, irritated at this point. "Do you honestly want me to tell you, sir? Fine. I'm insanely horny, and it's driving me crazy. It's not easy for me to get any action when I'm constantly on the job." The commander sighed, releived to get his thoughts off of his chest. Cyrus raised an eyebrow. "You have two perfectly fine options in Mars and Jupiter." Saturn shook his head. "That's not my preference, Master Cyrus. You don't understand." He got up, feeling more anger than embarassed.
"Commander Saturn!" Cyrus got up as well, grabbing the younger mans wrist and pulling him to his chest. "You've never spoken to me like that before. Maybe I'll just have to..." He smirked, kissing behind the youngers ear. "Punish you." Saturn blushed, unsure if he was dreaming or not. Did his boss drug the pickles? Or was he really coming onto him? "Now, commander," Cyrus took off his vest, casting it across the room. "Do you want this, or not?" Hearing this, Saturn was speechless. "Well, Sarurn? I'm waiting." Cyrus smirked, removing his shirt and pushing his commander agenst the large desk. "Y-Yes s-sir... More than anything..." Saturn turned bright red, feeling an arousal under his robe. Cyrus smirked, removing Saturns robe. He silently admired the younger mans body, nodding as he did. "Hmmm, this shall work out quite nicely. I've never broken something this perfect." Saturn cringed at the word 'broken', hoping he knew what he was getting himself into. He looked back up at his leader. "Now sir, how I have been meaning to ask. How are you going to punish me?"
"Well Saturn, as your punishment, get on your knees. I have a special job for you." Saturn nodded, knowing exactly what he was talking about. He did as told, unfastening Cyrus's pants, revieling his massive c**k. He blushed, licking he tip gently, slowly swallowing more with every suck. Cyrus grunted, grabbing Saturns hair as he was swallowed. Saturn slowed down, stopping to kiss the tip of his leaders member. He noticed c** starting to form on the mans c**k, preparing to take it in the face. He licked Cyrus once more, getting not just a mouthful of his manhood, but the semen it produced as well. Saturn swollowed the c**, wiping the rest off of his lips with his bare wrist. Cyrus nodded. "Very nice work, commander. I think I may just have to reward you." The man got up, walking out of the room. He returned shortly after, carrying a bottle of mint lubricant. Bending Saturn over the table, he squeezed the lube onto two of his fingers before inserting them into the colbalt haired commander.
Saturn gasped. "C-Cold..." he moaned under his breath, as Cyrus inserted a third finger. This was driving him crazy. If having three of Cyrus's fingers in him gave him this much pleasure, he couldn't wait to feel his entire c**k inside him. As Cyrus finished stretching, he bent down to the commanders level, whispering in his ear again. "Now I will ask you once more. Do you want this?" The mans ice blue eyes seemed serious, more so than usual, making Saturn even harder. He swollowed hard. "Yes, Master Cyrus. I do want this." Cyrus smirked, inserting his c**k into Sarurns stretched entrance. Saturn gasped, from both pain and pleasure. As he thrusted, Cyrus grabbed the commanders c**k, rubbing him off as he thrusted. "So, Commander. How does that feel." Cyrus breathed into his ear. "Harder sir... Treat me like a whore. Break me in half. Get me pregnant. Just don't hold back." Saturn moaned, having never felt this much pleasure in his life. Cyrus smirked, going harder with every thrust. He rubbed against Saturns prostate, causing the young man to moan once more, fresh c** running down his thighs. Cyrus smirked, his own c** filling Saturns a** as he pulled out. "How do you feel, commander?" Cyrus asked his lover, who was clearly in ecstasy. "Master Cyrus, words cannot describe how I feel right now." Saturn smiled slightly, feeling both spent and exausted. Cyrus nodded, putting his pants back on. "Now, as much as I have enjoyed this night, it's two in the morning. You have work to catch up on." He picked the commander up, retreating with his lover to his own bedroom until morning.
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"What the ******** is this?" Mars whined, walking into the kitchen the next morning. The floor was covered in broken glass, pickle juice, as well as the pickles themselves. "Who the hell made this mess!? I'm not cleaning it up!" Jupiter sat at the table, enjoying her usual morning coffee. "Relax, Mars. It was probably just one of the grunts. That, or Charon was sleepwalking again." She casually sipped her coffee, seeming not to care either way. "Well, whoever did it should clean it up, not me!" She scoffed, starting to leave the kitchen, but was blocked by a very tall and very irritable man.
"Commander Mars, I have a question for you." Cyrus smirked. "If you do not clean up commander Saturns mess, then who will?" Hearing this, Mars felt her blood start to boil. "This is his mess!? That f*****t should be cleaning it up! ******** this, I'm going to train." As she attempted to leave again, Cyrus grabbed her arm. "I'm going to have to ask you not to speak of Commander Saturn in that way." His gaze was cold. "And I'll also have to request that you two finish Saturns work today. I'm afraid he... Won't be walking for a few days." The tall man smirked, leaving the two confused females to start yet another busy day.
THE END
 The Ringed Planet · Fri May 28, 2010 @ 06:10am · 0 Comments |
