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Something about Ren just infuriated Sid to no end.
He was like a tick, always getting under his skin with the barest of effort and leeching off of Sid’s accomplishments as if they were his own. It made his blood boil, watching from the sidelines as the emperor lavished Ren with unearned praise, observing Ren from his downcast kneel as his chest swelled with pride and his eyes glittered with joy.
God, how Sid wished to break that smug face of his.
Their arguments had increased lately. Most of them were caused by Sid dismissing Ren’s orders but these days, it seemed as if anything could set him off. A snide comment or even a wrong look in his direction would be enough to light a fire under Sid and have him spoiling for a fight, to alleviate some of the pent-up frustration that was simmering under his skin and scratching at his bones.
“Gee, what a smart mouth you’ve got there, Ren,” Sid jeered. “It must be as popular with the emperor as you are.”
Bruce barely stifled a laugh from his position against the wall, and similar reactions sounded from the rest of the agents. Ren’s anger quickly dissolved into a clumsy mixture of indigence and embarrassment at the taunt, his shoulders hunched and cheeks flushed dark. His eyes bounced between the snickering forms of his comrades until his gaze rested squarely on Sid.
Sid watched, intrigued, as Ren approached him with intent, stopping short before the bigger Gundaldian to glower at him with a set jaw. Sid resisted the tempting urge to roll his eyes, opting instead to humor Ren in his laughable attempt to intimidate someone who was a foot taller than him and much stronger.
“You’d do well to watch yours,” Ren snarled, his canines bared. “In case you’ve forgotten, the hierarchy states that you obey my commands. Or are you simply that eager to explain your blatant insubordination to the emperor?”
Sid scoffed, openly and with as much as distaste he could muster. He had been hoping to hear something new, anything that wasn’t the same old tactic of using their monarch’s name to keep them compliant. It irritated him even further, knowing that their emperor had put this pathetic excuse of a soldier in charge of their operation.
“Your threats don’t work on me, Krawler,” Sid growled, a primal sound that rumbled deep in his throat. A demonstration of what Ren should sound like if he wanted to instill obedience in his teammates. Sid took a step forward, easily shoving Ren aside with the solid mass of his build alone, sending him staggering. Ren looked taken aback and distinctively mortified by the extent of his own physical prowess, which only only stoked the angry fire inside of Sid. “Come on, why don’t you come up with something I haven’t heard before? Quit hiding behind Bariodius-sama already. How do you expect any of us to take you seriously when you’re this weak?”
A pained expression flickered briefly over Ren’s face, revealing more to Sid than Ren wished to admit. It confirmed to him just how little control Ren had over his team and how easily his authority could be trampled upon. A fact that became all too apparent to Ren as well.
Ren attempted to school his features into a semblance of impassivity, instead of the fear that Sid undoubtedly knew was lurking just beneath the surface. He was failing, his brittle image of a confident leader crumbling to pieces right in front of Sid. “I don’t need you guys to respect me,” he uttered quietly, just barely hiding the tremor in his voice. His eyes were downcast, fingers tightened into shaking fists. It occurred to Sid that Ren might try to swing at him and he found the idea strangely appealing. Come on, Ren. Prove me wrong. Do it.
Ren raised his head and all Sid could see in his eyes was a quiet sort of defeat and none of the smoldering heat that matched Sid's. “I just need you to do as you’re told.”
Sid narrowed his eyes, utterly disappointed in Ren’s inaction. “And I thought I told you that I don’t listen to asswipes who can’t lead worth a damn.” He punctuated his statement with a finger that dug hard into Ren’s smaller chest, easily displacing his balance once more. “We’re here to serve His Imperial Majesty and honor our homeland, not cater to your every whim just because you’re the emperor’s little bed warmer.”
The gratification was immediate; he reveled in the hurt that settled across Ren’s face like a well-worn glove, in the way that Ren’s mouth fell open only to say nothing. For a moment, Sid wondered if he had finally pushed Ren to the brink, wondered if his constant quips and goading had chipped away enough of Ren’s armor to reveal what truly lied behind his mask of indifference.
He wondered if Ren might cry.
Sid generally despised such displays of weakness from anyone, much less from a fellow Gundaldian, but the more perverse part of him longed to see Ren’s face drenched with tears.
How satisfying it would be to witness the indisputable result of his work, how he had effectively stripped Ren of both authority and rank, bestowed upon him by the emperor himself. How he had made the mighty Ren Krawler come undone before him, humbled thoroughly with a firm hand gripping the back of Ren’s head as Sid’s cock pushed past his lips—
“Wow. Did you see the look on Ren's face? For a second there, I thought he was gonna burst into tears!”
Sid blinked, perplexed, and suddenly Ren was no longer in front of him. He must have disappeared back to Interspace sometime between their argument and Sid getting lost in his own sexual thoughts. That had also occurred more frequently as of late.
He took notice of Zenet after she spoken out, elbows resting on her thighs and gloved hands cupping her cheeks. She sent him a playful grin, and Sid merely grunted in reply before taking his usual seat by Ethan’s side.
“Not my fault Ren can’t handle the heat,” he said, arms crossed. His fingers tapped restlessly against his biceps, itching for a battle. “If he can’t even get his men under control, then he’s as good as useless as a leader.”
Lena closed her compact mirror with an audible click, her newly applied lipgloss gleaming in the dimly lit space of their hideout. She was sitting near Bruce with her leg crossed elegantly over the other. “Be that as it may, you could stand to be less crude with those insinuations you so carelessly sling out.”
Sid shrugged. “It’s not like we weren’t all thinking it.”
It was a topic the agents often revisited whenever they found the time after missions, getting tipsy off a bottle of cheap liquor and laying bare whatever grievances the day brought, which, more often than not, had Ren’s name on it. He was making very slow progress in recruiting the Brawlers, which meant they had to gather a substantial amount of foot soldiers in the meantime. He was spending too much time off the battlefield for his ‘important mission’, which meant they had to compensate for his absence.
And yet, the emperor simply allowed this charade to continue, with not even the slightest threat of punishment looming over Ren’s head.
They were all aware that Ren possessed neither the combat skills nor the leadership abilities to warrant his current position. Ethan was arguably the strongest Battler out of the six. Operational tactics were Lena’s forte and her strategic mind came second only to Kazarina herself. Zenet had been blessed with rare shapeshifting abilities, a once in a century occurrence, making her an invaluable asset not only to the team but to all of Gundaldia. In terms of seniority, Sid had the edge and Bruce’s partner Bakugan was a seasoned war veteran who had been fighting on the battlefields of countless planets. By comparison, Ren was terribly average. He had yet to display any unique talents that made him worthy of being their leader and naturally, they all resented him for it.
As the bottle had passed to Sid, he surmised that Ren had to have offered his services to the emperor in more ways than one to attain his current rank in spite of his obvious shortcomings. However, even though he had said it more as a joke than a real fact, Sid was unable to dismiss that possibility.
Especially when he found his mind wandering toward such thoughts at an alarming rate, constantly thinking about the slick, wet heat of Ren’s mouth as Sid stretched his throat out, hard, and sloppy and, oh, Ren would choke so wonderfully around his girth whenever Sid would thrust his hips and hit the back of his throat.
The great Ren Krawler, the brilliant leader of the advance unit, the emperor’s slutty little concubine. Naked and spread out over his desk computer, pressed up firmly against Sid’s broad chest as Sid fucked into him from behind, pelvis flush against the curve of Ren’s ass.
Ren’s peculiar physique hadn’t escaped Sid’s notice, small, scrawny, and weak as he was; all wiry limbs, a slim torso, and very little muscle mass. He could easily fit in among humans but stood out terribly in comparison to his own kind. Gundaldians were large and stocky creatures, brimming with toughness and strength cultivated through generations of warfare and rigorous training. Ren, however, looked all wrong, what with his frail body, misshapen horn structure, and anemic body markings. He looked closer to a defect, a sad, puny excuse for a Gundaldian.
But it appeared that even he had his uses, wrapped snugly around Sid’s thick cock, warm, tight, throbbing with need, his pliable form arched beautifully, not unlike an experienced prostitute. Much like how Sid would expect Ren to behave behind the doors of His Imperial Majesty's bedchamber, gripping the silken sheets for dear life.
A view fit for an emperor, indeed.
Sid imagined himself leaning down to whisper all manner of obscenities in Ren’s ear, hot breath fanning against his exposed skin as he called Ren a whore, a glorified cum dumpster, the imperial family’s fuck-toy, and Ren would respond with a string of filthy moans, urging Sid to keep going between tight breaths.
He would sink his teeth into the tender flesh of Ren’s shoulder, pierce the sensitive skin with ease, until the taste of blood filled his mouth, rich, warm and heady. Sid would fuck Ren so good, whether it be from behind, the front or lifted off the ground entirely, legs hooked securely around Sid's large shoulders while he plowed into Ren, each snap of his hips more powerful than the last. Ren would lose himself to delightful incoherence, so delirious from the pleasure raking through his smaller frame that Sid's name would be all he could utter. Sid, Sid, Sid!
It would almost be trespassing into the realm of blasphemy but Sid couldn't help but wonder how his own cock compared to that of the emperor. Could the emperor make Ren's voice reach this high of an octave? Or did he merely call upon Ren to pleasure him like a good little whore, filling Ren to the brim with his cum while Ren remained wholly untouched and needy?
Sid nearly groaned from the mere thought of using Ren in such a manner; as nothing more than a pretty hole to be abused, overflowing with his semen and twitching from overuse. Sweaty, hot, and unbearably horny, Sid would fuck Ren senseless with every ounce of his being until Ren could barely stand, until Sid could barely think, driven to reach completion solely from spite and desire and the primitive urge to spend his seed and claim.
He would pull out of Ren just before he finished, so abruptly that Ren would whine from the feeling of emptiness, and shove him on his knees in front of Sid’s weeping cock, stroke himself once, twice, before shooting strings of cum all over Ren’s annoying, arrogant, gorgeous face, basking in the euphoric sight of his cum sticking to Ren’s ivory eyelashes and dripping down his chin. The debauched expression on his face was one Sid would surely commit to memory.
Dragging his finger across Ren’s chin, Sid would catch droplets of his semen and feed it to him and Ren, oh, he would accept the offering so graciously, licking Sid’s finger clean with an eager tongue. His fingers would reach up to encircle Sid’s softening cock, worshipping it as if it was made for him.
Please Sid, I need you to fuck me again, just, please, I’ll do anything—
Sid had already lost count of the amount of times he had to rub one out in a secluded corner of Interspace as a result of his sexual fantasies.
It figured that Ren was responsible for that, too, that bastard.