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Xo was in a terrible mood.

This wasn't, exactly, something new (though his general habit for screaming had slowed down since Bullet's overdramatic love confession), but this wasn't exactly a typical bad mood either. He was jumpy and shied away from touch, and his outbursts seemed worse than usual. Bullet had tried to joke with him to lighten his spirits, but Xo had seemed distracted and hadn't responded at all. Bullet wasn't sure what was wrong, and then a small, paranoid part of him started to wonder if it was him. They hadn't been together that long, and it seemed possible that he'd made a mistake somewhere and Xo was upset about it.

Then he remembered--last week he'd had a few drinks. He'd been trying to quit, but they'd had a particularly scary and exhausting mission and Bullet had needed the two drinks to relax. At the time, Xo had seemed fine, had even comforted him, but now Bullet wondered if he'd been more bothered by it than he let on.

"Hey, Xo," Bullet said, ignoring the little shiver of insecure panic as he skidded to a halt just behind Xo's chair, right after they had come off an on-duty shift, "How's it hangin'?" He puts his hands on the back of Xo's chair and leans over the back of it, looking at Xo upside-down, "You up for dinner? I'm thinking takeout, my place? What do you say?" He put on his most sweet, gentle grin, hoping to break through Xo's bad mood.

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Xo jumps, not having noticed Bullet entering the room. His mind was...elsewhere. In the gutter, where it had been for the past few days and where it was likely going to be for the next couple of weeks. They'd been wearing gloves and a helmet at work to cover his skin, and he'd been avoiding just about everyone as best as he could. The other korzans on the station were fine, as the affects of the cycle were more subtle on them, but he wasn't sure how many of the aliens on his team would be adversely affected by his condition, and they didn't want to take any chances. Most of all, though, he'd been avoiding Bullet. He wasn't entirely sure why -- they'd already slept together several times since they'd begun their relationship -- but that didn't make him any less mortified by the thought of affecting Bullet with his symptoms. They couldn't imagine him having a positive reaction to the knowledge that Xo was a neurotic sex crazed aphrodesiac-excreting freak for several weeks a year, especially not when, for him, it was three times more often than was considered normal for his species.

"What?" he says, making sure his gloves and helmet were still secure as his heart leaps into his chest at the sight of Bullet hovering over him and smiling at him. God, he was pathetic, "I mean, yeah, that sounds...nice, but fuck, don't sneak up on me like that! What's wrong with you!"

In truth, they were reluctant to spend time alone with him until this was over and done with, and they had meant to tell him so, but that stupid look on his face tugged at their heart, and they couldn't bring themselves to say no.

Bullet's smile wavers a little when Xo snaps at him, but after a moment it turns back to full wattage.

"Sorry, I thought you heard me come in," he says, shrugging and standing back up and then pushing on Xo's chair so it turns towards him, then reaches out to offer him his hand, "We just got off anyways. ...Off shift, I mean," Bullet says, snickering a little at his own joke, "Maybe give it a couple hours and we'll see about the other meaning, huh?" Bullet winks at Xo and then laughs again, gesturing for Xo to take his hand when they don't immediately.

"Bullet!" Xo stammers, flushing a glowing shade of blue under their helmet. He takes his hand reluctantly, after making sure for a third time that his glove was still on. He knew he'd have to change out of his head-to-toe concealing outfit at some point, but he was going to delay it for as long as he possibly could, and didn't plan on removing any of it until Bullet asked why the hell he was still wearing it.

"What are we having?" they ask stiffly, hoping to god none of their secretions seeped through the material. They had been sweating a lot.

"I dunno, I thought maybe that burger place you like?" Bullet said, pulling Xo in close by the hand and wrapping his arm around their shoulders. He leaned in to kiss Xo on the cheek, and only then does he take in Xo's outfit.

"What's the getup for?" he asks, tilting his head to peer through the helmet, "Angela got you on toilet duty?" He snickers again, then looks closely at Xo's face and shoulders, looking for a clear bit of skin to give him a greeting kiss. When he finds none, he reaches up, tugging down Xo's high collar and pressing a quick kiss to the skin on his neck. He pulls back laughing, and idly licks his lips and then pauses.

The effect is almost immediate, a soft warmth that flows over Bullet like a wave, making him feel all tingly and dizzy. The feeling is gone almost as soon as he feels it, and when his mind clears everything clicks into place. He's been around Korzans his whole life, and he'd had to learn to deal with their heat cycles from his late teens. He'd learned which behaviors meant to give Korzans a wide berth, but he hadn't really been around any Korzans going through the cycle since before he left. It all made sense now, though: Xo's irritability and jumpiness, the skin-covering outfit, and how he'd been smelling peculiarly delicious for the last couple of days.

"Ohhh," Bullet says, gently pulling away from Xo, unsure if the contact was wanted, "I see. It's, er, that time, huh?" Bullet knew that for some Korzans the heat cycle was excruciatingly intense, to the point of painful insatiability, and he couldn't help but wonder if it was like that for Xo, who did tend to be more sensitive.

Xo lets out an involuntary sound when Bullet's mouth makes contact with the back of his neck, something between a yelp and, mortifyingly enough, a moan. They clamp their hands down over the front of their helmet and look out at Bullet from behind their visor with wide, terrified eyes.

"You -- weren't supposed --"

His entire face is lit up like a fluorescent bulb, now, glowing so bright he can hardly see out of the tinted glass of his visor anymore. They manage to nod, stiffly, before removing their helmet, still blushing furiously. They opt to leave their gloves on, figuring that contact with the face would be easier to avoid than contact with the hands.

"Yes," Xo admits quietly, keeping their eyes downturned, "And...it's the first of my yearly three."

He looks at Bullet, finally, pursing his lips thin as the embarrassment turns to frustration.

"Three. Three times a year I do this. Thanks to my stupid advanced biology, I'm three times as...eugh, I can't even say it, fertile. It sure is great being the genetic destiny of the korzan race!"

He covers his face with his hands, rubbing his eyes as he groans.

"I can't sleep, Bullet," he groans, "Look at my eyes. Look at the circles. Nothing I do to myself is enough, nothing, I can fuck myself all day and I always want --"

He catches Bullet's eyes again and closes his mouth, horribly embarrassed that he's let himself say so much.

"I'm...so sorry."

Bullet's eyebrows go up at Xo's outburst, and he doesn't need any aphrodisiac skin secretions to feel a thrill of arousal at that. He stares for a few moments, eyes going far away as he imagines the scenario Xo has just laid out; Xo, totally naked, writhing around on thier bed, using their fingers and maybe a toy on themselves, whining and moaning.

"Huh?" Bullet says, then shakes himself from the fantasy, realizing Xo is apologizing and looks embarrassed, "Oh! Oh, no, it's okay. I mean, don't apologize. It's not like you can help it." Bullet reaches out to put a hand on Xo's shoulder but reconsiders and pulls back, wondering if it would be too much for him.

"Does it... hurt?" Bullet asks gently, his expression creasing with concern, "I mean, I heard sometimes-- I mean, do you need like, a sedative or something? Or just a good--" he clears his throat, "You know?"

Xo's ears burn at the question, and they swallow hard and tug at the high collar at the top of their suit.

"I...I don't know," he says with a gulp, "I've used sedatives before, when I could, but I -- I've never tried with a --"

They can't possibly look Bullet in the eye, staring down instead at their own pointed boots.

"I don't want to...take advantage..." they mumble, "It seems almost like...drugging you, or something awful like that. You're not just -- are you only asking because kissing my neck made you feel..."

They trail off, their shyness getting the better of them momentarily.

"I mean, are you...offering?" they ask, looking up at him nervously.

"Well it's not quite that potent. At least, not in a small dose like that. And I've been... exposed to it before," Bullet says, shrugging, "Anyways, it's not like I need a drug to make me want to... be with you. I want that all the time anyways. So what's the harm if it just enhances the experience, and makes you feel better?" Bullet smiles, then, to prove his point, leans in to kiss Xo's mouth, briefly but deeply. When he pulls back he gets a headrush and feels a surge of heat all over, and stumbles back a step.

"Wow," he breathes, laughing breathlessly, "What do you say we finish this conversation somewhere a little more private?" He waggles his eyebrows and gives Xo a big, goofy smile, feeling a little drunk.

Xo startles when Bullet kisses him, but he doesn't jerk himself away this time. Instead, he follows Bullet when he takes a step back, grabbing his face and forcefully ramming his lips back against Bullet's a second time and pushing his tongue into his mouth for a deep, hard kiss. They pull back quickly, gaping a little at what they'd just done and wiping their mouth with their thumb.

"Y-yes," they stammer, shock still plain in their expression, "I. Yes. Private. That's good. I'm going to my room. You can bring food and meet me there. Or not bring food and just come. Or don't come. You don't have to. I'm not your...boss. Oh, God, I have to go. Come whenever you want to. Or not. It doesn't matter. I have to get out of you. Here. Out of here."

With that, he slams his helmet back onto his head, making a beeline for his apartment on the station, bumping into passers by and keeping his head down all the way there.

Bullet reels from the hard kiss, his blood rushing in his ears and a fog of lust descending over him. Xo's babbling falls on deaf ears, as Bullet's mind is full of heat and desire, and it's not until he shakes himself and realizes Xo is gone that he rewinds the conversation.

Then he realizes he's standing in a semi-public room on the station, and he's hard as a rock inside his pants. He dashes into the nearest restroom and sits on a toilet and thinks about math problems until his erection wilts enough that he thinks he can make it to Xo's apartment without waddling. He considers picking up food as he leaves the bathroom, but then he has a feeling that whatever he gets would just end up getting cold, as he has no intention of eating anything when he gets there.

At least, not eating any food.

Bullet snickers at his own thoughts, skipping the takeout restaurants and going straight to Xo's place. When he got there he almost barged in like he usually did, but stopped himself, unsure what he'd see if he did, and rings the bell instead.

Xo had gotten undressed, and was lying on his back on the bed, masturbating furiously with a vibrating toy and moaning loudly, half out of frustration more than outof any actual enjoyment. When Bullet knocks he jumps, dropping the toy clattering to the ground, where it vibrates its way under the bed. They get down on their knees to retrieve it, but it's rolled too far under the bed for them to reach in time to answer the door. They grab a zip up hoodie and a pair of underwear and head to the door, leaving it behind.

They crack open the door and stand behind it, keeping themselves covered as they look out at Bullet, standing there in the hall.

"...Come. Come in," they stutter, their blush still furious and obvious.

Bullet bites his lip and nods, Xo's smell hitting him and making him shiver, because it smells like sex and desperation and Xo. He steps forward, squeezing himself through the doorway, closing it behind him and standing in Xo's personal space, leaning in close and licking his lips.

"Hey," he says, a little dazed from the glowing, desperate look on Xo's face, and then cups Xo's jaw in his hands, leaning in to kiss him. Bullet moans into the kiss, making it deep and desperate right away, and he feels his cock harden so fast his head swims. His hands go to Xo's waist, grabbing and pressing him hard back into the door, groaning into the kiss as the uncontrollable arousal hits him like a tidal wave.

"Oh, fuck," he groans, pressing his hips into Xo's and rubbing his erection against him.

"Oh, gods, please, please," Xo pants immediately, locking lips with him as he quickly slides down the waistband of his underwear and lets them fall to the floor. He manages to unzip the hoodie and shrug it off as well as yank Bullet's shirt off over his head before practically jumping on him, bringing his legs up and wrapping them around his waist. He leans his back against the wall for some support, and lets Bullet's arms do the rest.

"Fuck, I can't fucking take it, Bullet," he whines helplessly, "I need it, please, I need it so bad."

Bullet nods, breathing hard and groaning. He was sure hearing Xo beg like that would be overwhelming without the help of Xo's aphrodisiac, but with it Bullet's so turned on and desperate that he can barely see, let alone speak. He holds Xo up with one arm, the other snaking between them to wrench open his pants. He just shoves them far enough down so that his erection springs free, and can't help bucking aimlessly against Xo's hole, his cock sliding against hot slickness.

He adjusts his grip on Xo, wrapping his hands around the back of their thighs and pulling them wide open, slamming them hard against the door. Then, when he realizes this is still a bit precarious, he activates his powers, his eyes glowing blue as he makes a ring around each of Xo's thighs, using those to hold him up. Then he reaches down, guiding his cock into Xo.

He groans deeply as he enters Xo, sliding in easily up to the hilt. He manages two slow, shaking thrusts before he loses the tenuous hold on his control and fucks into them hard and fast, grunting and groaning as he does.

He moves his hands to Xo's ass, grabbing it and squeezing it as he licked and nibbled his way down Xo's jaw and neck, intoxicated by the taste and needing more.

Xo buries his face in Bullet's shoulder and gasps hard on the inhale, and on the exhale he lets out a long, high moan. They kiss and suck desperately at Bullet's neck, the tension immensely relieved by the friction and the feeling of Bullet's cock filling them up, much more satisfyingly than his vibrator did.

"Oh, gods, yes, holy fuck," they hiss, before letting out a long string of swears in his native language. His nails dig hard into Bullet's back and he bites down on Bullet's shoulder involuntarily, soft enough for his sharp teeth not to break the skin.

"Fuck me," they urge, losing control of the vulgarities that were spewing out of their mouth and saying things that ordinarily would have made their ears flush to even consider saying, "Fucking slam me, don't hold back."

Bullet can't do anything but nod and obey, fucking into Xo as hard and fast as he wants to, needs to. He gasps when Xo bites him, feeling a rush of arousal and pleasure at the increased contact with Xo's bodily fluids. He can't think about anything past Xo, and how good they feel and taste.

He feels sweat start to bead on his forehead and trickle down his spine as he thrusts into Xo with full force, panting at the exertion and the use of his powers.

"Xo," he groans, his voice low and wrecked, "Xo, Xo, Xo."

Xo writhes against him, and in a movement he breaks out of the restraints on his legs, sending them both toppling onto the floor and landing on top of Bullet on the floor. He almost laughs, but it comes out as a gasp instead, and he wastes no time in grabbing Bullet's cock and inserting it back into himself. He bounces up and down on his cock, matching the pace he had set before and moaning just as loud.

"Oh gods, gods, Bullet, Bullet, Bullet," he whines loudly, balancing himself on Bullet's chest.

Bullet startles when Xo breaks through his shields, grunting as he falls on his ass. He grins up at Xo as he immediately pushes Bullet's cock back inside him. His hands go to Xo's thighs, gripping instead of holding, as he plants his feet on the ground to give him enough leverage to fuck up into Xo.

"Oh Gods Xo, that's so good," He gasps, tilting his head back and gritting his teeth, "I'm close."

"Me too," Xo groans, "Me too, fucking -- f-finally, me too."

His breathing gets rough and heavy, and by the time he registers the tightness in his stomach that meant the orgasm was coming, it was already upon him, making him twitch and shake and moan as warmth spread through his entire body. He comes heavily, glowing blue fluid practically gushing out of him, and for once he doesn't care about the mess it makes.

"O-ohhh, fuck," he hisses loudly, his vision swimming and his limbs going limp as he comes down from it, "Oh, Bullet."

Bullet looks down, gasping as the hot blue fluid rushes over him, making his thrusts smooth and slick and each one makes a wet noise. He feels himself cresting just after Xo, fucking him hard and then freezing, groaning and coming inside him.

"Oh, god, Xo," he groans, collapsing back against the floor, his head spinning and his heart thumping, "Wow."

Xo whines sharply as they lift themselves up far enough for Bullet to pull out of them, before collapsing on the floor beside him, their chest rising and falling heavily as they gasp for air.

"Bullet," they pant as soon as they're able, their mouth astonishingly dry, "That -- oh, god, that...took the edge off for sure."

They let their eyes fall half closed as they stare up at the ceiling, still reeling as they reach out for Bullet's hand and clasp it tight.

"I...really needed that," they laugh, "I've never been able to take care of that without...knocking myself out."

Bullet laughs breathlessly, squeezing Xo's hand.

"Glad to be of service," Bullet says, grinning, then rolling onto his side to put his free hand on Xo's abdomen, rubbing back and forth. He can still feel the effects of Xo's hormones, though the intensity has faded from a need-you-right-now kind of urgency to a more mild suggestion, like maybe he'd like to spend a while just licking Xo all over.

In the silence that follows Bullet realizes he can hear something strange, and tilts his head back to look in the direction of the noise.

"What's that buzzing?"

"What?" Xo mumbles groggily, but then he hears it too.

"Oh...god, fuck," he swears, getting up quickly and running into his bedroom. He ducks under the bed and grabs the vibrator, attempting ineffectually to conceal it from Bullet as he switches it off and shoves it in his bedside drawer.

"...It's...I was...it fell, and I..." he stammers, embarrassment creeping in on him again.

Bullet follows Xo at a slower pace, as his legs haven't quite recovered yet, and can't help but laugh when he sees the source of the noise. He stifles his laughter when he sees how embarrassed Xo is, sitting next to him on the bed and leaning over to kiss him. When he pulls back he's grinning.

"Hey, we're dating, and we just had very hot sex, and I'm still covered in your cum," Bullet says, laughing, "It's totally okay that you have a vibrator." Bullet gives in to the less intense effects of the aphrodisiac, leaning in to kiss and lick at Xo's neck.

"Actually, it's... kind of hot," Bullet says, feeling easy and relaxed and open, not at all embarrassed to share this information, "Thinking about you using it on yourself."

Xo groans a little at Bullet's kiss, and to his own embarrassment he finds that he feels he could definitely do with another round right now. He swallows, letting himself fall down into Bullet's lap and turning his neck to let him kiss it better.

"You, uh...y-you like that, huh?" he says, wetting his lips, "You, uh...want to watch?"

Bullet's eyebrows go up and he leans back a little to look at Xo's face, gauging his expression.

"Yeah, absolutely," Bullet says, groaning a little, but then bites his lip and glances down at himself, "I don't think I'll be able to... Get it up. This soon. But I can lend a hand." He grins, leaning in to taste Xo's skin again, loving the heady rush even if it didn't make him hard.

"Do you think you'll be able to... You know, finish? With it?" he asks, pressing a sucking kiss into the side of Xo's neck.

Xo shakes his head, leaning over and reaching behind Bullet's back to pull the vibrator back out of the drawer.

"I...no, I don't know. Probably not without help, but...I-I can occupy myself until you're. Ready to do more."

They swallow, bringing Bullet back down on top of them and kissing him as they lie back on the bed. He switches the vibrator back on, rubbing it on the extremely sensitive exterior of his genital and gasping a little before pushing it inside of himself. It slides in very easily, as he's even wetter than before from his orgasm now, and it makes the motion as he starts to work it in and out all the more enjoyable.

"Oh...ooh," he groans, closing his eyes and chewing on his bottom lip as his back starts to arch off the bed.

Bullet groans, rubbing his hands over Xo's body, and feeling the aphrodisiac try desperately to stir arousal in his worn-out body. He kisses Xo's mouth, then moves down his neck and chest.

"You taste so good," he says, groaning, lapping up the sweet taste of their skin. He sits back to watch, seeing the whole length of the vibrator disappear into Xo, and reaches up, brushing his fingers against the sensitive skin just around the vibrator.

"How's it feel?" Bullet asks gently, looking up a he feels the vibrations in his fingers.

"Good, so good," Xo groans, planting their free hand on the back of Bullet's neck. They pick up the pace, pushing the vibrator in as far as it would go before removing it again.

"S-So good," they pant, shivering as their eyes starting to roll back in their head at the sensations from the vibrator and now from Bullet's hand, "O-oh, god, do you...do you want to do it?"

Bullet nods eagerly, taking the vibrator out of Xo's hands and pushing it into him, pumping it in and out to match the pace Xo had been using on themselves. After a moment Bullet gets the urge to taste him again and slides back a little, settling himself between Xo's legs.

He leans forward, flicking his tongue around the vibrator and then pushing it into Xo alongside the vibe. The vibrations were pleasant on his tongue and taste here was much more potent, and within a few laps Bullet starts feeling dizzily aroused, floating high and focused on nothing outside of Xo's pleasure.

"O-Oh...god, yeah," Xo encourages, pressing his hips down hard against Bullet's mouth, "Th-that's -- hot, that's so good, oh, god, Bullet."

He unclenches his gritted teeth and lets his mouth hang open as he props himself up to get a better look at what Bullet was doing.

"S-suck on the outside," they stammer, "Oh, god, like that, fuck." They cover their mouth and let themself relax back onto their pillow again, closing their eyes and moaning loudly with a blissful expression in place of their usual tense, irritated one.

Bullet follows Xo's instructions, sucking and tonguing at the sensitive skin. He groans into Xo's skin, feeling incredibly aroused but still waiting for his body to catch up.

"Are you going to come?" Bullet asks, only pausing long enough to speak before he has his mouth against Xo again, sucking on him while he pumps the vibrator in and out of him.

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