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Ayin had never been a fan of parties. Mostly it was just that he got nervous in large groups of people, and around loud noises, and most parties had both. This one, however, Ayin hadn't even considered skipping, because Commander Wirth was retiring in the morning. She'd even made special plans for him at the party, as she'd set up a table in a corner out of the way, and had even installed a few noise dampeners so anything above a certain decibel was muffled. Ayin had managed to stay relaxed all night, even when Wirth had pulled him onto the dance floor for what she called a "mother-son dance". Ayin was fairly sure she was drunk, but he'd never seen her so relaxed and happy.

Also, her retirement was from the Federation only, as she's already secured a job as the captain of a merchant ship with a sizeable crew. She'd offered Ayin a prominent place on her ship, but he'd declined for--well, a lot of reasons.

That was the reason he'd been trying to get Zakeef alone all night, to talk to him. It hadn't been an easy task, what with the way his crew kept demanding his attention. Tony had gotten smashed and demanded Zakeef dance with him at one point, which Ayin had found very humorous, watching Zakeef stiffly and awkwardly try to dance and try not to laugh at the small human attempting to waltz with him.

Ayin was patient though, because the party was starting to wind down and he knew Zakeef would be coming to his quarters tonight. So he sat patiently in his little corner, waiting for Zakeef to come to him.

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Zakeef had finally managed to free himself from Tony, dumping him unceremoniously into Roddie's lap after their dance, and was finally seeking out the person he'd been wanting to talk to all night. Ayin was seated in the corner alone, and when Zakeef spots him he grabs his drink and makes a beeline for him.

"Hey," he says, nodding and pulling up a chair next to him. He almost leans his chair up and puts his mud caked boots up on the table, but decides better of it after a moment's consideration and folds his hands in his lap.

"Interesting party, huh," he says, with a stiff little laugh, and he takes a long swig of his whisky. It had been a very long time since their last in-person liason, and there was always some awkwardness on Zakeef's part for the first couple of days, until they found their natural rhythm again.

Ayin brightens considerably when he sees Zakeef crossing the room towards him. He smiles brightly, subconsciously scooting closer to him when he sits down.

"Hi," he says warmly, reaching out after a hesitation to take Zakeef's hand.

"Yeah," He says, nodding and laughing, "Tony seems very... energetic. I'm glad he's doing better." It had been several months since Zakeef had called him, roaring drunk and devastated because they'd thought Tony was dead for almost an entire day. It had been a stressful time, but Tony was now cast-free and aside from a slight limp seemed very healthy.

Ayin smiles over at Zakeef, getting caught a little in being able to see him so clearly and from so close--he really was here. Ayin had missed him so dearly and-- here he was.

The distance had been difficult, but in a way Ayin thought it made them close in a way he didn't know if they would have otherwise. Talking through text and video messages had been easier, sometimes, and Ayin was sure he'd been able to say things that way that he never would have said in person. Still, he greatly preferred when he could appreciate Zakeef's beauty from so close.

Zakeef takes Ayin's hand gratefully, before turning his body to face him more fully and return the smile Ayin was giving him.

"He is. So is Roddie, his recovery from the...incident was almost worse, actually, but he's doing well, now. Back to his usual reckless idiot self, for the most part. Can't say I'm glad to be extracting bullets from his good arm again, though, but I'm glad he's not as shaken up as he was a while ago."

He passes his drink to Ayin, offering some to share.

"It's...good to see you," he says, somewhat bashfully, "Would you like to head back to your quarters soon? We could...perform...some of the. Activities we've been. Discussing."

Ayin's eyes go wide at Zakeef's words, any thoughts of Zakeef's crew going right out of his head. He instantly remembers their more intimate video sessions, hearing Zakeef's voice made breathy and deep with arousal, and seeing him do certain... things. He has to swallow and takes the offered drink, taking a sip to distract himself.

"Actually, I, ah... Had s-something I wanted to... Speak with you about," he says haltingly, a little unsure of what Zakeef will think about his plans, and knowing he should say it now, because he wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything other than Zakeef's skin the moment they reach his quarters, "I've been... Thinking a lot since the Commander announced her retirement. I was... going to say something to you before but... I hadn't decided, and then I thought it would be better to speak about it in person, so..." Ayin trails off and then clears his throat, getting himself back on track, "I've been thinking about... my place here, and what I want, and... I realized that without Commander Wirth here, there's... I have... no compelling desire to stay. My commission is up at the end of this cycle, and if I don't renew I have... Options. About--about the future," Ayin pauses, unable to look Zakeef in the eye as he carries on, "And I... I wanted to... include you in that. Those.. options, I mean," he finishes, his voice shaking a little from nerves.

Zakeef's eyes widen briefly, then, noting the tension in Ayin's voice, he holds his hand with both of his own and squeezes a little tighter, stroking his thumb over Ayin's knuckles.

"Of...course, of course I want to be a part of your future," he assures him gently, meeting his eyes. Ayin's nerves soothed his own, somehow, and combined with the liquor in his system he found he felt remarkably calm.

"Where do you think you will go?" he asks, "I'm...sure you could come aboard with us, some, but...enclosed spaces with lots of people aren't really your thing, if I recall correctly."

He smiles a little at this, furrowing his brow slightly as he looks at him.

Ayin nods, soothed by Zakeef's hands and the gentle, accepting tone of his voice. Just knowing Zakeef wanted to be in his future, whatever they decide, was enough for him to feel reassured.

"Yeah, I thought about that, too. Your crew is... wonderful, but... Your ship is small. And I couldn't... be around combat, either," Ayin frowns, biting his lip a little and pushing down his anxiety at the thought, "Commander Wirth offered me a position on her ship, but... I turned that down as well. For the same reasons."

"Actually, I... With... Everything you've been telling me about... our people, and the research I've been doing, I thought... I found some... Torak colonies, built by our people who want to... Rebuild, and be at peace, and I thought... I could, help, maybe. They're--pretty rural, they said, and I think they could use someone with... engineering expertise." Ayin finally looks up at Zakeef, smiling.

"There's one near where the Tacoma operates. We could see each other regularly. And if..." Ayin swallows, looking nervous again, "If you wanted to... Stay, there would be a place for you."

Zakeef's heart skips a beat at the suggestion, and he takes a moment to consider it. The crew was a family to him, and always would be, but he didn't lead the life he lead by choice so much as by necessity. The idea of settling down and having a job, a normal job, not as a soldier or a mercenary or a pirate, and doing it with someone he loved hadn't seemed like a possibility for him for a long time, not since his family had been enslaved or exterminated and his first love had died in front of him. But now, Ayin was offering him just that, along with a chance to be around his people again. His head spins a little at the thought.

"I...would like that," he says, greatly understating the way he felt about the idea, "I...will definitely come to see you when I can. I may...spend some more time with my crew before I come to stay, to make certain I will not be too sorely missed, but...I will."

Ayin breaks into a wide smile, seeing the emotion in Zakeef's eyes even when he didn't communicate it with his words. He can't resist leaning forward, scooting his chair closer so he can wrap his arms around Zakeef and hold him close.

"I'm so glad," he says, grinning into Zakeef's shoulder, "I don't... I don't want you to feel pressured, though, I mean... I know what your crew means to you. Whatever you decide, I'll be happy." Ayin pulls back just enough to see Zakeef's face clearly, smiling warmly at him, "I'm already so happy."

"I...feel the same," Zakeef says, a small smile on his lips as he raises a hand to touch Ayin's cheek, "Very, vrry much the same." He looks around briefly, and, after ensuring that no one was looking their way, he leans in and kisses him deeply, letting his eyes fall closed as he does.

"Was there...anything else you wanted to discuss before we...get out of here?" he asks, pulling back to study Ayin's face.

Ayin blinks dazedly, and it takes him a moment to process the question.

"Oh, ah, no," he says, a little breathless from the kiss, "Oh, but, I should-- Say goodnight to the Commander before I go." He bites his lip, leaning in to kiss Zakeef once more before he stands, now eager to be alone with Zakeef.

He doesn't release Zakeef's hand as he makes his way over to the Commander, not caring if anyone sees. As soon as Commander Wirth sees him coming she jumps out of her chair, swaying obviously.

"Ayin!" she cries and throws her arms around him, jostling him away from Zakeef and holding him tight, "My little boy!" Ayin coughs a little to cover his laugh, hugging her back.

"I came to say goodnight, Commander," Ayin says gently, sharing a smile with the lieutenant behind her over her shoulder.

"Not Commander any more!" she says, leaning back to look Ayin in the eyes, "From now on call me... Mom." Ayin fights the smile on his face, shaking his head a little.

"Whatever you say, Commander."

"Stubborn," Commander Wirth sighs, then leans in to hug him again, "You get that from me." Then she sees Zakeef over Ayin's shoulder and pushes him aside to shake a finger in his face.

"And you! Space pirate!" she says, her expression stern, "You take care of my boy here! He's very special and sensitive, you have to be gentle." Her expression softens a little, and then she pulls Zakeef into a tight hug, "And I hope I'll call you son in law before long."

Zakeef's eyes go wide, and for a long moment his hands hover over Wirth's back before he returns the hug, patting her uncertainly.

"Don't...worry about him," Zakeef laughs uncertainly, "He's, uh, I'll...take good care of him."

He attempts a friendly smile, something he hadn't quite mastered yet, but he hopes she was too drunk to notice. He looks for Roddie for a moment, hoping to say good night to him, but it seemed he and Tony had split the party as well. He turns to Ayin, taking his hand and following him out onto the bridge.

"Sorry about that," Ayin laughs when they leave the room, "I'm sure she'll regret that tomorrow when she has to board a transport with a hangover." He shakes his head, warmed regardless by how free and happy the commander seemed now. Since she'd found out the truth about her wife's death she seemed to have given up on the resentment and suspicion that had dogged her life and now she was, finally, moving on. Ayin was also happy to feel that same freedom and release within himself, as he was no longer afraid to embrace his past or choose his own future.

He gravitates closer to Zakeef as they walk, feeling a swell of love and affection for him.

Zakeef notices Ayin picking up his pace to keep up with him, and he reciprocates by sticking his hand in Ayin's back pocket. They round the corner to Ayin's quarters, and Zakeef stands back to let Ayin open the door and follows him in. He turns around to face him, his hands coming up to feel the muscles of Ayin's chest.

"Uh...so," he says, clearing his throat gruffly. He was still more out of practice at this than he would like to be, "You look...good. Have I told you you look...good? Uhm...did you have any...certain...uh, acts, you wished to...perform?"

Ayin laughs a little at Zakeef's awkward proposition, reaching up to gently cup Zakeef's jaw.

"You look good too," he says softly, leaning in to gently kiss Zakeef's lips, "And, um, I don't know. Kissing is good," he adds bashfully, kissing Zakeef again. He felt a rush of feeling at the realization of how much he'd missed this, kissing Zakeef, how he'd forgotten how good it was. He moans, softly, into Zakeef's mouth, his other hand coming up to bury itself in his long hair.

Zakeef moans in turn, making the kiss deeper and moving in closer, until his body is pressed up against Ayin's. He shrugs off his jacket and drops it on the floor, along with his gloves, trailing his rough, calloused hands up and down Ayin's sides. Slowly, he backs him up onto the bed, and leans over him with one knee up on the bed. This, the physical part, he could do; it was the talking business he hadn't quite gotten ahold of, even with all the time they'd spent practicing when they'd been.

He feels the stubble of his face scratching against Ayin's chin as they kiss, and he chuckles slightly, a little embarrassed.

"I...meant to shave, but --," he mutters, scratching the back of his neck, "I, uh...hope it doesn't bother you."

Ayin chuckles, reaching up to scratch his fingers through Zakeef's stubble.

"I don't mind," he says, his smile goofy and affectionate, "It's... very you." He sits back a little to tug off his uniform shirt and then undershirt, exposing his broad and muscled chest. He pulls Zakeef back down to kiss him some more, his hands going around his waist and sliding up under his shirt. He could never quite understand why Zakeef insisted on wearing so many layers.

Ayin's touch and the sight of all that exposed skin makes Zakeef a little desperate, and he works quickly to remove the remaining lairs on his upper body, as well as unbuckle his belt, kick off his boots, and remove his pants. He climbs on top of Ayin and kisses him roughly, his hand going down to rub at the front of Ayin's pants.

"I...would spend more time getting around to this, but," he mumbles, breaking apart to lick a trail down Ayin's neck, "...It's been so long, I just --"

Ayin gasps at Zakeef's touch, feeling a surge of arousal at the sudden expanse of skin laid out before him.

"No, it's-- It's good, God, I want you," Ayin groans, his hands gripping at Zakeef's hips as he slips into the Human phrasing like he did when he was distracted, "I've missed you," he pants, tilting his head back to give Zakeef more room. One of his hands slides around to rub his thumb over the slit on Zakeef's crotch, pressing inside a little.

"What, uh... How do you want to... Do it?"

Zakeef's hips push forward impulsively, sliding Ayin's thumb further inside him.

"I...ah," he grumbles, digging his nails into Ayin's shoulders, "Like...that is good, you could...uh...in me. Like that. I'm...not so good at the talking, let's just --"

He fumbles with the front of Ayin's pants, cursing slightly under his breath until he gets them undone and slides them down to his mid thigh. He rubs at the now exposed slit with much more expertise than he had at providing verbal descriptions.

Ayin laughs breathlessly at Zakeef's fumbling, finding it endlessly endearing and maybe even a little arousing. He presses his thumb more intently into Zakeef, stroking and rubbing against his insides. He moans when Zakeef touches him, the tips of his fingers brushing against the sensitive tip of his cock, already hard and swollen just inside the slit, close to bursting out of him. Often Ayin found it difficult to keep his dick retracted when it was fully hard, as just being erect nearly pushed it out anyways.

"Oh, Zakeef," he moans, laying down on his back and bringing Zakeef down with him, "That's good."

Zakeef hums as lies on top of him, replacing his hand with his hips and grinding down onto Ayin's slit with his own. It took focus to keep himself retracted right now, every inch of his body telling him to let his cock out into the slick friction between them.

"Come on," he encourages gruffly, some of the tension melting away as he kisses Ayin's mouth sloppily, "Take it out, put it in me, I want it."

Ayin moans, his hips pressing up against Zakeef's, and he has to bite his lip to concentrate on doing something else. He nods shakily, reaching down between them to spread his slit open, his cock jutting out partway without any assistance from Ayin. He coaxes it out the rest of the way, groaning as the full length of his erection butts against Zakeef's abdomen.

He wraps his hand around it, guiding it to the right spot, pressing up with his hips until the curved head pops inside, spreading his slit open and taking up the space that was usually occupied by Zakeef's own erection. Ayin moans helplessly into Zakeef's mouth as he slides inside, feeling the hot, rock hard length of Zakeef's erection against the top side of his cock and the softer, smoother inner walls against the bottom side.

"Zakeef," he moans, pausing when he's pressed about half his length into Zakeef, "Is that okay? Does it hurt?" he asks with a concerned expression, looking up to search Zakeef's face.

"No," Zakeef replies after a loud groan, "No, No, that feels good, Ayin." He bites his lip and presses his hips down to take in the rest of his length. Ayin was large, and the first time they'd done it this specific way they'd had to be careful, but Zakeef had accustomed himself over their time spent apart, and felt nothing but pleasure at the feeling of Ayin's cock sliding into him, jutting against his own erection and filling him up. He starts rolling his hips in long, slow, deliberate motions, looking into Ayin's face as he moans.

"So good," he grunts, planting his hands on Ayin's broad chest for leverage.

Ayin nods, gasping as Zakeef descends over him, his hands going to Zakeef's thighs and gripping tightly. He moves his hips with Zakeef, pressing up gently as Zakeef pushes down, still careful with his movements even with Zakeef's reassurances.

He looks up at Zakeef as he moans, looking up into his eyes and then looking over his body, too.

"God, you're beautiful," Ayin says, breathless from sensation and emotion, "I love you."

"Ayin," Zakeef groans, his voice starting to break from emotion and pleasure. He leans forward until his forehead touches Ayin's, keeping his movements slow as he kisses him.

"Ayin, my love," he says softly, and repeats the sentiment in a Torak dialect, one he'd been teaching Ayin over their vid coms.

"Maharat," he says, running his fingers back through Ayin's hair.

Ayin shivers at Zakeef's words, starting to breath heavily as his fingers twitch on Zakeef's thighs, gripping tighter then relaxing.

"Mah... Maharat," he repeats haltingly, though his ability to speak their language had largely come back to him he still struggled a little, especially with Zakeef tight around cock like this. He tilts his head back into Zakeef's hand, kissing him back sweetly.

"Say... something else," he says gruffly, after a quit moment.

Zakeef nods, muttering in a hoarse, broken voice as they continue.

"I long to be his paradise, his light in the darkness," he says, in their tongue, reciting a piece of a poem he had written for Ayin, one he had read him before over a call, "That my body may be his sanctuary, a shelter from the storm. That in my arms, he may find safety and peace, and leave the rain forgotten if only for a moment, though the falling water still pounds against the windows."

"Oh," Ayin moans, feeling a flush of emotion and arousal wash over him at those words in that voice. Ayin didn't consider himself an avid reader but Zakeef's poetry was the most beautiful thing he'd ever read, and combined with the low, smokey tone of his voice it was enough to make Ayin squirm.

He moans again, louder, nodding as he starts moving more deliberately into Zakeef, flexing his hips up and thrusting into him. Zakeef's words had a profound effect on Ayin; an effect that was a lot easier to control through a screen, when Zakeef couldn't literally feel his erection throb, and Ayin was embarrassed to find his reactions were uncontrollable now.

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