Before the Crash
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just_hexBond had quite enjoyed his time on the station. He’d gotten to know the commander. The workings. The rhythm of life. He’d learned the comings and goings. What the protocols for a delegation of hostile ambassadors was versus what actually happened. What he couldn’t witness himself, he’d used his presence in Q branch to gain access to all the systems he could need.
He watched vids on repeat, watching. Waiting.
And in the mean time, he enjoyed Q. He romanced the droid, tested his limits, and enjoyed his body at every possible opportunity. It was a shame, what was to come. Q was doing so well here, and the station was so crowded. So many souls.
A shame, but never once had that stopped the Double-O.
The order came through in the night, waking him from a dreamless sleep. The tone was different from others and triggered something in Bond’s mind, demanding complusion and obedience. He sat up and stretched, then read the message.
Initiate Protocol 9
A simple statement that had Bond rise, dress, and arm himself. He slipped from his quarters and entered a Jeffries tube. The saboteur crawled through the guts of the station, setting charges at critical points. When the station failed, there would be time for evacuation.
By the time the station failed, they would be so deep into the quadrant that rescue could take time. Too much time. By the time the station failed, the only option may be the Omicron system. There may be a planet or moon close enough by then. By the time the station failed, Bond would have secured passage away, with Q, in a well appointed ship.
He wasn’t going down with the station. That wasn’t part of the protocol. He was going down on Q until the moment they needed to run.
* * *
Hex was oblivious when the agent emerged from the tube access near the med bay. People used them for all sorts of things. And since the agent was in a red shirt, Hex took no note. He was much more concerned with getting back to the nest he shared with Nyx. He’d secured a parcel from Risa, delicacies both sweet and tangy. He hoped Nyx was home, though he never really counted on it. The prince moved about as he pleased and Hex was honored every single time he was chosen.
The doors whooshed open and he held the box as he scanned the room for the prince.
“Nyx?” he called int the dim room.
He watched vids on repeat, watching. Waiting.
And in the mean time, he enjoyed Q. He romanced the droid, tested his limits, and enjoyed his body at every possible opportunity. It was a shame, what was to come. Q was doing so well here, and the station was so crowded. So many souls.
A shame, but never once had that stopped the Double-O.
The order came through in the night, waking him from a dreamless sleep. The tone was different from others and triggered something in Bond’s mind, demanding complusion and obedience. He sat up and stretched, then read the message.
Initiate Protocol 9
A simple statement that had Bond rise, dress, and arm himself. He slipped from his quarters and entered a Jeffries tube. The saboteur crawled through the guts of the station, setting charges at critical points. When the station failed, there would be time for evacuation.
By the time the station failed, they would be so deep into the quadrant that rescue could take time. Too much time. By the time the station failed, the only option may be the Omicron system. There may be a planet or moon close enough by then. By the time the station failed, Bond would have secured passage away, with Q, in a well appointed ship.
He wasn’t going down with the station. That wasn’t part of the protocol. He was going down on Q until the moment they needed to run.
* * *
Hex was oblivious when the agent emerged from the tube access near the med bay. People used them for all sorts of things. And since the agent was in a red shirt, Hex took no note. He was much more concerned with getting back to the nest he shared with Nyx. He’d secured a parcel from Risa, delicacies both sweet and tangy. He hoped Nyx was home, though he never really counted on it. The prince moved about as he pleased and Hex was honored every single time he was chosen.
The doors whooshed open and he held the box as he scanned the room for the prince.
“Nyx?” he called int the dim room.
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Date: 2024-05-23 11:43 pm (UTC)"I feel you," he admitted. "Your worry. Concern. But I don't feel anything different in the air."
He took another from the box.
"...Which means nothing," he said. "Many beings are sensitive in ways I'm not."
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Date: 2024-05-24 12:29 am (UTC)"Sometimes I just get nervous," Nyx admitted in a rare moment of honesty. "It's probably nothing."
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Date: 2024-05-24 12:41 am (UTC)"Perhaps, but our feelings are real," he answered gently.
He took one more of the decadent treats and offered it to Nyx.
"Could I soothe you?" he offered, his voice softer, low and warm. "Could I...distract you?"
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Date: 2024-05-24 12:53 am (UTC)Nyx leaned in and took a bite.
"Yes," he said after a moment. "You may. You can."
He was purring happily again, eyes focused sharply on Hex.
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Date: 2024-05-24 01:00 am (UTC)That prompted a smile and he fed Nyx the sweet, only to lick his fingers, and then chase the sweetness on Nyx's lips with a kiss.
His other hand slipped in against Nyx's waist where he petted him to soothe him as he enjoyed the taste of his tongue.
"The nicest fancy sweet I've ever tasted," he whispered softly as the kiss finally broke.
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Date: 2024-05-24 01:06 am (UTC)Nyx purred louder, then moved to climb onto Hex's lap, straddling him and slipping his arms around his shoulders.
"You say sweet things to me. The sweetest things."
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Date: 2024-05-24 01:37 am (UTC)"You deserve only the sweetest words," Hex answered. "Only the kindest compliments. Only the softest touches..."
His words faded to the softest whisper as he lightly traced the shape of Nyx's ear, knowing the way it made the prince purr. His finger trailed low, and then he tangled into the soft locks and pulled hard enough to smart, hard enough to control him.
"You deserve all the things that make you purr..."
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Date: 2024-05-24 10:32 am (UTC)He held Hex's gaze as he slowly relaxed into the other man's grip, watching him with that almost violent gaze of his. It was sharp, unblinking, and while some found it unsettling, in moments like this it seemed to soften slightly.
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Date: 2024-05-25 01:38 am (UTC)Hex wet his lips, desire effervescing though his blood until it seemed every cell knew nothing but want for the prince. The silken hair between his fingers spilled softly over the back of his hand, making him catch his breath when it moved.
"That's a sweet sound, too," he murmured, moving in to drag his lips softly along Nyx's jaw before kissing his neck. He buried his face in the soft hair as he did.
Hex had always been so aware of his emotions- of everyone's emotions. Nyx was the first that had him recognizing the reaction in his flesh, through his whole body.
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Date: 2024-05-25 01:57 am (UTC)Nyx purred louder, slim fingers clawing at Hex's shoulders as he scrambled to be closer. Hungry for Hex, eager to feel him.
"Want," he said, blunt and direct as ever. "Want you."
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Date: 2024-05-25 03:07 am (UTC)"Have," he said simply, reaching to release his closure to let his shirt fall away.
As it dropped, he reached for Nyx to strip him, too. His hands itched to feel every inch of him. The smooth skin. Sharp angles. Soft planes. Every time he touched the prince, he mapped him like it was the first time, like it was new.
"Take," he encouraged, leaning in to steal a kiss.
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Date: 2024-05-25 03:47 pm (UTC)Nyx gladly stripped down to nearly nothing, before kissing Hex with hungry lips.
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Date: 2024-05-25 11:02 pm (UTC)Hex pulled him close when he was bare, happy to feel the warmth of Nyx's skin against his own. He purred as well, in his way. A low grumble, really, but a sound of true pleasure.
Slowly, Hex laid back, pulling Nyx down on top of him. His kisses lingered until he had to breathe, until only life was more insistent than his hunger.
"I need you," he murmured softly. "I adore you..."
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Date: 2024-05-25 11:56 pm (UTC)Nyx nodded, still pawing at Hex as they settled in.
"Adore," he echoed. That was a good word, it felt right. He adored Hex. ...Loved him.
He loved Hex.
He made a surprised sound at the realization, drawing back slightly to study the other man.
"Love," he said softly. "I love you."
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Date: 2024-05-26 01:00 am (UTC)The truth of it, the power of hearing it, made Hex's breath catch. On Betazed, few said it. It was felt. It was known.
The uncertainty had been agony.
He leaned in to kiss him, to taste him.
"Imzadi," he whispered into Nyx's mouth.
Strong hands grabbed him and moved him so Hex could settle close, between his thighs, and writhe as if he could get any closer.
"In my language, we say imzadi. The most precious. The most loved," he explained.
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Date: 2024-05-26 01:50 am (UTC)"Imzadi," Nyx echoed. "We say veeha. I like love though, it's a soft word. Warm..."
He arched against Hex, letting out a little moan.
"You are warm. You are kindness."
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Date: 2024-05-26 02:01 am (UTC)"Veeha," Hex exhaled against Nyx's skin as he tasted him.
A foreign word, the true meaning lot on him, but he knew the feeling. Veeha. Imzadi.
"I love you, Nyx. I love you so..." he said, meeting his eyes for only a moment before kissing him again with a passion he'd been restraining.
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Date: 2024-05-27 12:17 am (UTC)"Veeha," Nyx purred into the kiss, ducking his head after a moment and biting down on Hex's shoulder to claim him as his own.
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Date: 2024-05-27 01:45 am (UTC)As Nyx sank his teeth in, Hex grabbed him by the shoulder and hair and groaned, wanton and shameless.
He'd craved this. Never would he have thought his imzadi would be the last of a race. Never did he believe he'd ever find love like this.
As the groan faded, he nuzzled into the curve of Nyx's neck and he bit him back.
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Date: 2024-05-27 09:26 pm (UTC)Nyx hissed at the bite, the sound fading to a moan as he allowed himself to just indulge in Hex.
It was easy to just let himself go and enjoy the moment as they rolled about in their little nest. Nice to just drown himself in pleasure. Things were good here. He had love, and food, and heat... What more did he need? The rain never touched him, the skys were never too warm... He was safe, he was happy. Life was good.