Duels of Honour: Giving the Lie

Author’s Note: The following racy mini-chapter is, by my own admission, gratuitous in that it’s not essential to the story. For that reason, and the fact that it’s pure sex, it’s not posted in the version of this story publicly available on fanfiction net. Anyone not of legal age or with moral objections to…well, shouldn’t be on this site. Anyone with aesthetic objections to something not required by the plot of the story could skip this chapter though…

...conversely, if you want PWP, this is the chapter for you (though I suppose it's not entirely without plot.)

Also…This is not meant to be an accurate description of human sexual activity. The characters are aliens, in a species where prior fics have established that the majority are bisexual. To be blunt, they’re better lubricated for same-sex encounters than human beings are, and I’m not even sure this is truly “anal sex” since I’ve established in prior fics that males and females of the species are physically identical on the outside, meaning both genders have a shaft and an vent opening as well as an anus. I’ve deliberately left it vague what orifice they’re using, so imagine as you please. This note is to head off “human men can’t do that” comments, because I’m aware, so it’s a good thing these men aren’t human, hm?

Duels of Honour: Giving the Lie

Bonus Chapter: Consummation

N’tho ‘Sraomee collapsed across the Commandant’s desk.

Supreme Commander Thel ‘Vadamee had bitten him on the nape of his neck, right on the sweet spot that caused a Sangheili’s whole body to tingle and go limp. The response, evolved so that a mother Sangheili could carry her young in her jaws, became a social sign of dominance and submission in adults. When the Prophets had outlawed the “savage” practice, it had gone underground, becoming a taboo indulgence for lovers only.

N’tho hadn’t been bitten on the nape since he was a child, and he wasn’t so sure he liked it now. He was a warrior, dangerous and fierce. He wasn’t supposed to be sprawled helplessly over a desk, naked, at the mercy of…

At the mercy of the Fleetmaster, and was that so bad? Was he not at the mercy of his superior officers every day, along with every other Minor Domo?

He felt the Fleetmaster’s hot breath on the back of his neck. It shot tremors of excitement all down his spine.

By the Rings, he was hot and hard! Playing with Lor’n was never like this! Why was it so much more arousing to have surrendered all his control to a high-ranking officer who, if N’tho’s suspicions were correct, was as much an expert at mating as he was at combat?

And really, it was just as well N’tho liked it, because if the Supreme Commander wanted him, he could have had him with an order.

There was only one thing N’tho could do now…close his eyes and entrust himself to the care of his commander.

Thel ‘Vadamee gripped N’tho’s hips and entered him on one powerful thrust.

N’tho could not help himself. He opened his mandibles and mewled.

Yes, it hurt. He had never had anything inside him there before—or anyone. He closed his eyes tightly, cringing as he felt tears spill over and run down his cheeks. He gritted his teeth, determined to endure.

‘Vadamee withdrew a ways, and his next thrusts were shallower. It was as though, having claimed N’tho, he was relenting somewhat. And, after the sudden pain of their initial mating, these subsequent motions were not so bad. They were almost nice in a way, in and out, in and out…

Oh. Ohhhh, N’tho thought, realizing that he felt very moist inside. Very slick. The Fleetmaster’s thrusts were spreading that moisture around, and it was nice…very nice… It might be even nicer if there were more room, and N’tho shifted his legs carefully so he was standing with them further apart, and oh, yes, it did feel good when there was a little more room for his mate.

‘Vadamee slid in deeper, and though N’tho felt a stretching sensation as his body tried to accommodate his first mate, there was also an incredibly pleasing feeling of being filled. ‘Vadamee’s chest was warm and powerful against ‘Sraomee’s back, and he could feel the Fleetmaster’s strong arms on either side of his own.

“Arch your back,” ‘Vadamee whispered in his ear.

N’tho did. The angle of penetration changed slightly and when it did, N’tho felt…felt…

Thel thrust powerfully against him.

N’tho’s eyes almost popped from his head. He knew his mandibles were hanging open, but there was nothing he could do about it…he mewed and mewed, because he’d never felt anything like that.

“Is that the place?” Thel chuckled.

The Fleetmaster seemed to be inordinately entertained. N’tho forced his mandibles closed and bit down on them hard while Thel continued. 'Sraomee struggled to maintain a stoic silence, and it was torment, for Thel's every action seemed to be strategically calculated to make that self-control impossible. 'Vadamee thrust again and again and finally N’tho could not tolerate existing a second longer without giving voice to the sensations building inside him. He threw back his head screamed Thel’s name, exactly as the Supreme Commander had told him he would.

N’tho writhed, trying to get even just a split-second’s respite from the relentless waves of pleasure that were threatening to drown him. His hearts were thundering madly in his ears. His lungs were burning. His body, ignorant of its own discomfort, was driving his hips back to meet the Fleetmaster’s, struggling to drive his mate’s shaft still deeper into his body, still harder against that place that provoked this reaction in him. It hurt and yet it felt so good…so good…

N’tho opened his mouth, crying out for Thel over and over again.

He heard the Supreme Commander’s amused laughter in his earbud and something clicked inside him.

N’tho’s words became an inarticulate howl of ecstasy as his body spasmed. Thel immediately buried his fangs in N’tho’s nape again, pinning him to the desk, trapping him beneath his weight. Thel seized N’tho’s hips and pulled the Minor Domo to him, putting him exactly where he wanted him, and N’tho let him, no, N’tho wanted him to, because of how it felt…how incredible it felt to be mastered by the Supreme Commander…

He would do anything Thel ‘Vadamee asked of him, if only he could be mounted like this again.

The orgasm passed, and N’tho was left gasping and panting under Thel’s weight. N’tho’s belly and back were slick with sweat. His front was leaving moisture all over the Commandant’s desk, but N’tho couldn’t care, not when ‘Vadamee’s chest was sliding up and down his back.

N’tho arched his back again, hoping to please his Commander. The Supreme Commander let out a groan and took a tighter grip on him. N’tho cried out as Thel began to pound into him at a relentless, savage pace, and the experience of being taken that way got him hard all over again in an instant, so that when Thel ‘Vadamee could not longer endure any more and spilled his seed into his mate, N’tho was climaxing as well, leaving a mess on the Commandant’s floor.

N’tho was a shivering mess of trembling limbs when Thel ‘Vadamee finally withdrew and stepped away, taking the warmth of his cloak with him. N’tho whimpered as the cold air hit his wet body. He struggled to stand, but his legs felt like rubber and his body was tender inside. He’d drooled on the Commandant’s desk, he realized, and…

By the Rings! His face was wet with tears. He wiped his eyes repeatedly as he finally succeeded in swaying on his own two hooves. Ashamed, he turned to look at his new mate.

The Supreme Commander was watching him coolly, his purple cloak neatly concealing every inch of his magnificent body save his head.

N’tho, still quivering, fell to his knees before his Fleetmaster.

“Forgive me, sir,” he said, and though his voice quavered, he managed not to choke.

Thel ‘Vadamee tilted his head. “Forgive you? Whatever for?”

N’tho wiped at his eyes again. “I am…not behaving as a Sangheili warrior ought to behave,” he confessed, and yet he could not seem to do a damn thing about it!

But the Supreme Commander smiled. “Go on,” he said, looking amused.

“A Sangheili warrior is…strong, and stoic. He does not cry and he does not beg. He considers pain as nothing more than an incentive to fight harder.”

“But we are not fighting,” ‘Vadamee pointed out.

N’tho blinked. “I still…I still don’t look worthy to…”

‘Vadamee stepped forward. “Lay yourself down,” he ordered, gesturing to the Commandant’s ornamental rug.

N’tho blinked up at him and then did as he was told. He stretched himself out on the nubbly surface, noting that the rug was designed to be looked at, not touched, judging by the fact that the weave felt rough against his bare hide. He peered at ‘Vadamee, feeling shy and very exposed again, and still a little sore.

I’m not a virgin any more.

I mated with the Supreme Commander of the Fleet of Particular Justice.

I…I’ve made an embarrassment of myself.

And yet it seemed as though Thel ‘Vadamee were admiring him. He stood over him, smiling, and N’tho, remembering ‘Vadamee’s earlier comment about his body, stretched out to better show himself off to the Fleetmaster’s gaze.

‘Vadamee’s smile broadened as, much to N’tho’s surprise, he sat on the rug next to him and used both hands to guide N’tho’s head into his fur-cloak-covered lap.

“You have done exactly as you should have,” the Fleetmaster murmured. “Exactly as I told you would, did you not? Did I not warn you that you would be screaming my name?”

“Helplessly,” N’tho muttered. “I lost control…I…”

Thel chuckled again. “And breaking you was quite delightful. I sensed you fighting me.” He licked N’tho on the cheek, and the Minor Domo’s eyes bulged in surprise. ‘Vadamee dipped his muzzle to N’tho’s earbud. “You held out far longer than I expected…but you could not help it. You liked it, hm?”

How could he lie when his body had responded so blatantly?

“I loved it,” N’tho murmured submissively, and as he did so, he felt a stirring between his thighs.

Already his memory was working overtime, replaying the things he had seen and heard and felt—the physical ecstasy and the emotional comfort combining into a heady and addictive mixture from which he was already in withdrawal. Thel seemed to be reading his mind when he spoke.

“So, I take it you will be enjoying this again, hm?”

“Whenever you’re ready,” N’tho murmured.

He felt the Fleetmaster’s muscles tense.

N’tho was not sure what that reaction meant, but he had an idea what to do. He turned his head, slipping his muzzle under the fur cloak and began to lap the Fleetmaster’s stomach. Even through the muffling layers of fur, he heard ‘Vadamee’s hiss of breath.

‘Vadamee opened his cloak to stare down at N’tho in his lap. N’tho blinked up at him, his tongue frozen in mid-lick.

“You are insatiable, aren’t you?”

N’tho felt both confused and pleased at the confounded expression on ‘Vadamee’s face. “Is this not how you like it, sir?”

The Supreme Commander put his arms under N’tho’s shoulders and hauled him into a sitting position. N’tho’s muscle control was coming back, but he still leaned on ‘Vadamee for support.

Then Thel put his muzzle right up against N’tho’s.

“Do you know what you are asking?”

N’tho blinked again. “Is it…bad? Sir?”

‘Vadamee could not help himself. He chuckled. “No, it is not bad, in fact, it is quite wonderful, but…oh, you poor boy.” He ran his tongue over N’tho’s neck and ‘Sraomee moaned and clung to him.

Thel purred. “You are going to be very sore when this is done,” ‘Vadamee murmured in his earbud.

“I am a Sangheili warrior,” N’tho whispered in response. “I do not fear pain.” But he licked his mandibles. “Could it injure me…permanently?”

Thel stroked him gently. “I am not that rough, no, my young one. I will pleasure you enough to make the pain worthwhile.”

“Did you….” N’tho caught his breath. “Did you not expect me to….”

“To desire me so much that your pain became nothing? No, I did not expect this.” ‘Vadamee smiled approvingly. “You are very bold, son of ‘Sraom, and I find it…exciting.”

N’tho nuzzled him. “Sir, I may, ah, need some assistance getting back on that desk.”

His mate smiled. “I am not inclined to take that much time. Here, lay back.”

Trust. This was the easiest thing he’d ever done.

The rug did not entirely camouflage the hardness of the Commandant’s floor, and it smelled somewhat of dust, but N’tho did not particularly care as he opened his thighs for his mate and Thel ‘Vadamee positioned himself between them.

“Sir?” N’tho murmured.

“Yes?” Thel asked with a smile.

“If I might be permitted to make an observation…you seem somewhat insatiable yourself, sir?”

‘Vadamee laughed. “What a prize you are,” he murmured, and N’tho mewed as they began, once more, to mate.

His body was accustomed to the sensation now. He weathered the initial piercing pain of penetration and waited for the wave of pleasure which followed it, and follow it did, until N’tho was back in that erotic place where his body trembled with unreleased tension and strong arms wrapped around him. He could feel the fur of ‘Vadamee’s cloak cocooning them in warmth, and when he looked up, no less than a Fleetmaster looked down on him in approval.

N’tho was not sure what he liked better….the powerful sensations that stoked his lust to fever pitch and then indulged him in pleasure until he came screaming, or the fact that a Supreme Commander thought he was something special. He cried Thel’s name over and over until his throat was raw from screaming, oblivious to the carpet burns on his back, the bruises on his hips or the dull throb between his thighs. For this moment, he felt valued and safe. All his other thoughts he permitted to drown in the hypnotic depths of the Fleetmaster’s eyes.