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Eustace’s fourth mission as a contractor was unusual because it forced him to leave Flamek at home. He already missed its comfortable weight against his back but it was a necessary sacrifice. There was rumours of a new up and coming captain and it was this man the Society had sent him to observe. Eustace’s goal was merely to determine if he could become a threat. Flamek would make him stand out too much at a time when he was meant to pass as a normal citizen.
Normal citizen . What a joke. Eustace hadn’t belonged anywhere since he’d lost his home as a ten year old.
The target was based within an archipelago to the east of the Valtz Duchy. Eustace touched down on the central island early in the morning and spent the day scouting for information. He didn’t have to look very hard. Just the idle chatter he heard while pretending to browse in the market was enough to figure out local opinion on him was largely positive. Much of it was praise for his strength, his charisma and the heroic feats he had achieved. Some people were more interested in... other assets .
“I’ve been trying to get his attention for ages but he just doesn’t get the hint,” Eustace heard a girl behind him sulk.
Her friend laughed. “Of course he’s going to do that. I’ve heard he’s only into men.”
“What!? Really?”
“Haven’t you seen his crew? They’re all men and they’re the only ones he sleeps with. Especially that Al!”
“Hey, kid.”
Eustace’s eavesdropping was interrupted by the sound of the seller he was currently in front of.
“Sorry. I’ll move along,” he said.
“Woah woah! I wasn’t saying you were in the way! You just looked deep in thought. Anything catch your eye?”
“I need to save money.”
Eustace actually had quite a fair amount on him but he was never the type to just spend it on anything he didn’t need. He attempted to get away again but the seller was persistent.
“Hey, you don’t look like you’re from around these parts. We don’t get a lot of tourists. I’ll make you a deal. Whaddaya say?”
Eustace sighed. “...My sister isn’t into trinkets.” He didn’t tell them that Sarantuya was already dead and had been for a long time.
Just before he left, he noticed a small porcelain dog statue among the seller’s wares. Eustace hesitated for a moment but ultimately forced himself to leave it behind.
As the sun began to set, Eustace made his way to the bar that was supposedly the captain’s favourite. It was obvious when he walked in that he was a frequent visitor. Despite the bar having a fair amount of patrons already present , Eustace noticed a large, luxurious sofa that was unoccupied – as if it was reserved for a special customer . He selected his spot at the bar with this in mind, sitting so he could monitor the space without straining or looking suspicious.
A couple people gave him curious glances but otherwise left him alone. Eustace figured it had something to do with his ‘resting sulking teenager face’ that Ronan often joked he had. He might have stuck out a little in the middle of an otherwise merry establishment but neutrality was the best he could offer. He had no positive emotions left in him to fake.
Eustace’s ears perked up as he heard the squeak of the swing doors opening and the whole room cheering.
Vaseraga had arrived.
Eustace watched as he smirked and waved to the other patrons on his way to his seat. From his large crew, only a handful of them accompanied him on this particular night. Al – the first mate – was immediately recognisable from his iconic orange bandana and green hair. The others, Eustace did not know.
The room quietened as the patrons locked onto Vaseraga’s every word. He regaled his audience with a brief story about his adventures that day before they were satisfied. The ambient noise level returned to its original state as the patrons returned to talking in their individual groups . A barmaid rushed over to begin taking orders for Vaseraga’s group.
“Does this happen every night?” Eustace asked the bartender.
“Every time he comes. There are a lot of bars in this area. It is a great honour for us that the captain chooses to visit ours so frequently. He’s somewhat of a local celebrity around here.”
Eustace’s attention was drawn by the clink of a glass being placed by his left hand.
“Courtesy of Captain Vaseraga,” the barmaid informed him before she departed.
Eustace looked up to see that he was being watched. Eustace looked back down at his drink. Did some mental maths in his head about how much he could spare from his stipend for the mission. Waved down a different barmaid.
“Get him,” Eustace pointed at Vaseraga, “a drink from me. Whatever his favourite is.”
T he plan had been to observe from a distance but if he’d already caught Vaseraga’s attention, he might as well take the opportunity to talk to him directly. He could learn something from their conversation.
It didn’t take long for Vaseraga to come over with his freebie. He smirked as he took a seat next to Eustace.
“Never seen a cutie like you around here before. What are you doing?”
“...Travelling.”
“Oh? You chose to come to a small place like this? Valtz is only half a day away from here.”
“...I like the quieter places.”
Vaseraga chuckled as he took a sip of his beer. “Me too.” When Eustace made no attempt to continue the conversation, Vaseraga asked, “What’s your name?”
“Eustace.”
“And I assume you already know who I am.”
“…”
Eustace debated about what to do. He was relying on Vaseraga to carry the conversation but if they kept having awkward silences like this… He was never a conversationalist even with people he did know. Talking to a person he was supposed to stake out? There was even less he could afford to talk about.
In the end, Vaseraga made the first move. He leaned closer to murmur into Eustace’s ear.
“You look like a guy who doesn’t like beating around the bush. I’ll get straight to the point – I want to take you to bed.”
Eustace stared at him in disbelief. There was fast and then there was fast .
Vaseraga’s cocky smirk faltered when he didn’t get an immediate response. Eustace’s inaction was interpreted as hesitation. Vaseraga slid him a bag of rupies that he stared at in even more disbelief. Then he seemed to realise the implication he’d just made and awkwardly reclaimed them.
“O-oh…” Vaseraga appeared flustered as he slid the bag back into his pocket. “I didn’t mean to- I know you’re not a prostitute. I was, uh…”
Eustace wasn’t sure if he was more surprised about how large Vaseraga’s ego appeared to be or that someone like that was so bad at flirting.
“Why me?”
Eustace wasn’t quite sure why he seemed so desperate to bed him. There were several other characters in the room who seemed equally suitable and likely easier to woo. He also hadn’t forgotten what he’d heard before. Why would Vaseraga suddenly pursue a complete stranger? The whole thing reeked of a trap.
Now it was Vaseraga’s turn to stare at him disbelief. “Are you serious? Have you- hm, no. I’ve said too much. I’m going to embarrass myself.” He downed the rest of his beer.
E ustace weighed up his options. Accepting the offer was risky. If things went wrong, it could prove difficult to escape him in such an enclosed space. If this didn’t turn out to be a trap though, it would be a prime opportunity. He was basically being invited straight into the enemy’s home turf. Eustace would also not have to deal with a conversation that kept ending itself. Rejecting his advance had a potential to be suspicious in its own right.
“Let’s do it then.”
Vaseraga stared at him.
“What? You asked.”
“It’s nothing,” Vaseraga insisted, shaking his head. He rose from his seat. “Let’s go then. My place.”
Vaseraga’s hand drifted towards Eustace’s slightly before he retracted it, opting to let Eustace follow behind him instead.
000
Eustace realises as he enters Vaseraga’s room that he ha s no idea what he is doing.
“You can still back out if you want.”
Was it that obvious?
“It’s fine,” Eustace insists as he removes his jacket and turns away to drape it on a chair.
He would do anything for peace and quiet – even if that something was having a one-night stand with his target so he could have an opportunity to get more information.
“Is this your first time? You seem nervous.”
“...Yes.”
“And you still want to lose your virginity to a guy like me? Wow.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
It seemed like everyone in this town wanted a piece of Vaseraga. Eustace wasn’t sure why Vaseraga was surprised he was also (pretending to be) in that crowd.
Vaseraga sighs and shakes his head. “Never mind. I’m yapping again.”
Eustace turns as he hears Vaseraga approaching him. At this close a distance, he really gets a sense of their size differences. Eustace is in the taller end for his race but Vaseraga is still taller. And broader . The second thing Eustace notices as Vaseraga gently raises a hand to stroke a thumb along Eustace’s cheek, is that he’s warm .
“Don’t worry,” Vaseraga says. “You’re in good hands. I’ll make it worth it.”
Eustace jolts as Vaseraga immediately puts one of those hands to use, sliding it down Eustace’s back through the window in his shirt. After Eustace’s shirt gets tugged over his head and thrown out of the way, Vaseraga leans in to press gentle kisses along his neck. He grabs Vaseraga’s bicep out of bewilderment, confused by the numerous new (but pleasant) sensations he’s feeling. He’s never felt anything quite like it.
Vaseraga begins to back him towards the bed, gently pushing him onto it and climbing on after him to continue his bod il y worship down Eustace’s chest. He’s more flushed and breathless than he’d like to be when Vaseraga finally starts removing Eustace’s pants.
“Don’t get too concerned,” Vaseraga says in between kisses up the inside of Eustace’s right thigh. “I’ve slept with a few erunes before. I think you guys are all just this sensitive.”
“Do-” Eustace’s breath hitches as Vaseraga’s free hand sweeps down the inside of his other thigh. He tries again, “Do you treat all your lovers this gently?”
“Depends who it is. You seemed like you needed special care.” Before Eustace has a chance to ask his next question, Vaseraga asks first, “Anyone ever told you you have a nice body?”
“Y-yeah.”
He’s heard it a couple times from his fellow cadets. Most of them though had the sense to know that flirting with Eustace was a lost cause. Sleeping with Eustace was never going to happen when he wasn’t interested in making any sort of connections.
“Huh. So you’re not oblivious after all.”
Eustace has a feeling though that Vaseraga’s actions aren’t entirely driven by lust. What those other reasons are remains a mystery to him for now.
Eventually, Vaseraga decides he’s done enough foreplay and crouches between Eustace’s open legs. Eustace soon learns that everything before now was merely the tip of the iceberg of what it means to experience sexual pleasure. Vaseraga presses his mouth against Eustace’s folds, tongue licking up against his clit. Eustace would have jumped halfway up the bed if it wasn’t for Vaseraga wisely deciding to clamp a hand on his hip to keep him in place. He mercifully decides to pull back a little, stroking Eustace’s thighs to give him a moment to calm down.
Eustace is more prepared the second time though it doesn’t feel any less good. He clenches his hands in the sheets, staring at the ceiling. He’s so used to only feeling pain or numbness that anything else feels foreign. When was the last time he felt anything positive?
H e tenses when he feels something try to press into him. Realising it’s just Vaseraga’s finger, he forces himself to relax. As it finishes hilting itself, Eustace once again wonders what possessed him to willingly let someone cross into his personal space to the point that now a part of them was inside him. ‘ It’s for work’ he insists. Deep down though, Eustace knows nobody else would be convinced if they saw the position he was in.
A second finger hilts itself in him.
“Hey. Look at me for a moment.”
Eustace shakily props himself up on his elbows and looks down at Vaseraga. It’s all for naught when Vaseraga curls his fingers and the resulting jolt of pleasure makes Eustace collapse again.
“You weren’t kidding!” Vaseraga laughs. “This really is your first time. You’re jumpier than a deer!”
Eustace doesn’t think it’s funny. He can’t do anything about that. It’s all so much.
Vaseraga resumes eating him out and when he moves his fingers at the same time? Eustace finds himself rapidly losing control. The first orgasm comes so fast and so suddenly it’s almost traumatic. His back arches, vision whiting out. It’s like if getting shocked by Flamek didn’t hurt. If he makes any noises, he can’t hear them. The only thing he can think about is how good it feels.
Like all good things though, this too eventually comes to an end. Eustace sinks back into the bed, panting and trembling like he’s just done a few hundred laps around the training field.
The bed creaks as Vaseraga moves up to check on him. A hand cups the side of his face and Eustace leans into it without fully realising what he’s doing.
“You alright?” He looks equal parts concerned and amused, especially when the only response Eustace can give him is a nod. “You look wrecked. We can stop if you want?”
E ustace can barely hold a thought straight right now. Surely it doesn’t feel like this every time??
He raises his head a little and just about sees the tent that’s formed in Vaseraga’s trousers. He’s got this far – might as well go all the way.
“I can keep going,” he insists.
To himself, he adds, ‘ I think .’
“I was hoping you would say that. Hold on a little longer, okay? I’m going to have to fit a couple more fingers in there. You’re tight.”
Even tighter now, as Eustace soon discovers. And oversensitive . Vaseraga is mindful of it and leaves his clit alone, opting to just touch him softly anywhere else as he coaxes him into relaxing as best as he can. Two fingers already fills him comfortably. Adding anymore feels like it should be impossible but somehow Vaseraga manages to fit a third and eventually a fourth.
Once Vaseraga decides he’s prepared enough, Eustace finds a couple moments to recover. He slings an arm over his eyes, listening to the clink of Vaseraga’s belt coming undone and his trousers being removed.
“Still sure?”
He takes his arm away and sees Vaseraga’s cock for the first time. He balks when he sees how long and thick it is but s teels himself . He’s seen scarier things before. Experienced much worse. He’ll be fine.
Eustace nods. “Let’s do it.”
Vaseraga takes a condom from his nightstand and puts it on before he settles between Eustace’s legs. He does some adjusting to make sure he’s comfortable, adding some pillows under Eustace’s head.
“This might take a while. Try to relax, okay?”
The change in angle allows Eustace to watch as Vaseraga lines his tip up with Eustace’s entrance and start sinking in. The tip is easy; it’s all the inches afterwards that are hard. There’s something morbidly fascinating about seeing the way Vaseraga’s cock gradually disappears into him, f eeling the way it forces his insides to part to make room. He can’t keep it up though, particularly towards the second half when Eustace really starts to struggle. Every time he thinks they’re almost done, he lets out a breathy moan upon finding out there’s still more. How is there even room for all of this? Vaseraga has to slow down or stop several times before his hips finally lie flush against him.
“How’re you doing?”
Eustace just about chokes out a strained, “Full.”
“You’ve done well,” Vaseraga praises him, groaning when him rubbing Eustace’s ear causes him to clench around his length. Eustace didn’t realise he still had more sensitive spots.
A fter a few moments, Vaseraga tries an experimental thrust, sliding out slowly and then back in at the same pace. Eustace’s eyes flutter shut at the sparkler like tingling that produces. Vaseraga’s cock is so large it rubs against all of his sensitive spots with every movement. Does it always feel this intense…?
Just when Eustace thinks he’s getting used to it, Vaseraga decides it’s time to start going at his pace now – which is fast. And hard. Eustace comes on the first thrust, producing a long string of unintelligible noises because Vaseraga doesn’t stop . He keeps fucking him all the way through it, intent now on chasing his own release.
Eustace decides he’s being too noisy for his own liking and tries to cover his mouth with a hand. Vaseraga doesn’t agree. He leans closer so he can pin Eustace’s wrist down so it’s no longer covering it.
“Forgive me for being greedy but…”
Eustace gasps as Vaseraga thrusts in sharply at a slightly different angle.
“...I think it’d be a shame to hide these, no?”
He tries again with the other hand but Vaseraga pins that one down too. Now he can hear everything unfiltered and unhindered.
Vaseraga adjusts his grip so it’s more like they’re holding hands now. Once again, Eustace is surprised by how oddly intimate the encounter has turned out. Being pinned down like this...he couldn’t escape even if he wanted to.
He doesn’t want to.
For a moment, when he closes his eyes, he can hear the lewd squelch of Vaseraga’s cock rapidly entering and exiting him, the slight grunts and groans Vaseraga makes that almost drown out his own noises. It would be tempting to keep them shut. Vaseraga’s face is very close to his now. A little closer than Eustace would normally be comfortable with. But against the odds, Eustace remembers this is for work and he hasn’t learnt all that much. So he forces his eyes open, studying Vaseraga’s face even when every train of thought is promptly cut off by a thrust.
How intensely red his eyes are-
How Vaseraga isn’t entirely watching him just for self-satisfaction-
(Even though there’s plenty of that-
The contours of his face-
The wear and tear that’s beginning to show-
E ven though Vaseraga is only supposed to be a couple years older than him-
An old scar that unevenly bisects an eyebrow-
His lips-
The fact that while he is going fast-
He could be going faster-
That even now, he’s still holding back a little for his sake-
Vaseraga hilts himself one final time before they come at the same time, shuddering and panting together. He clenches his hands within Vaseraga’s grip, eyes rolling back as he shakes through another few minutes of blissful white nothing. After all of that, Eustace really does feel like jelly now.
Vaseraga’s hips roll once. Eustace whimpers. He doesn’t have the energy for another round. Thankfully, Vaseraga decides he’s done too and slides out. Relieved it’s finally over, Eustace rolls himself onto his stomach with the intention of getting up. That’s about as far as he gets before his energy finally runs out and he passes out.