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It had been two weeks since the attack on the station, and though they had both healed (Xo moreso than Bullet, who was still getting a headache when he used his powers), they'd both been so busy that they'd barely had any time alone. First, Bullet had been stuck in the medbay for a few days, then they'd had to relocate to the insurance company headquarters and transport all their belongings to hotel rooms while the station was being repaired, and with all the media attention and interviews there had been very little kissing since Bullet had fallen asleep on Xo's hospital bed. But now they finally had some downtime, and Bullet had invited Xo out to dinner in the city, with the promise from Pike and Angela that they wouldn't get called in for anything except the most dire of emergencies.

Vic had insisted that it was traditional in human culture to bring an offering on a first date, which Bullet considered and then rejected; neither of them were actually human, and they'd been out to dinner together plenty of times, so it wasn't actually their first date. He had allowed Gina to help him pick out something to wear, and she'd directed him towards a Korzan formal outfit, in a dark gray rather than the usual Korzan black, because it would complement his skin tone better, whatever that meant. He'd thought the pants were too tight but Gina had insisted that was the best part of the outfit, and hadn't allowed him to switch for a bigger size.

As Bullet made his way towards Xo's hotel room, he realized he was nervous, oddly enough. He knew he shouldn't have been; they'd been out to dinner lots of times. But this felt different, special, because it was the first time they'd be going out together after Xo had returned his feelings. Bullet had even trimmed his beard and made sure his hair was less untamed than usual, something he hadn't felt the need to do since Xo had invited him back to Korza to meet their family.

Bullet hovered outside Xo's door, taking a deep, fortifying breath before reaching out to knock.

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The minute Bullet knocks, Xo scrambles for the door, opening it before Bullet can even get in a final knock. When Bullet had told them he was dressing up, they had scrambled to find something presentable to throw on, and they had still been adjusting themself when he had showed up.

"Hey," they say, breathlessly, a little taken aback by the sight of him. "I'm almost--I'm almost ready, just give me a--you look really nice, uhh, I'll be right there."

They leave the door open as they rush over to the bedside table, tripping over a box on the way to grab their wallet, jacket, and key card, before coming back out and meeting Bullet in the hall.

"Thanks," Bullet says, blinking a little in surprise when Xo immediately disappears, peering into the room after them. When Xo appears again, stepping into the hall, Bullet smiles warmly at him, looking over him appreciatively.

"You look nice too," he says, then steps into Xo's space, hesitating for a moment before gently putting his hand on Xo's cheek and leaning in to kiss them. It's longer than a peck, but not quite long enough to be a deep kiss, and when Bullet pulls back he's flushed and grinning.

"Really nice."

Xo's heart skips a beat when Bullet leans in, and they return the kiss eagerly, cupping his face in their hands and letting them slide down to his chest when he moves back. Their face burns bright, and they do their best to fight off a goofy smile.

"So, uh," they say, pulling back and biting their lip, following him down the hall with their hands in their pockets, "Where are we headed? You said you got us in somewhere nice, is it far?"

"No, it's only a couple of blocks, we can walk. Gina helped me pick it out. I, uh, don't know much about restaurants actually," Bullet says with a sheepish smile, laughing a little as they head into the elevator.

As they make their way down to the lobby Bullet brushes his shoulder against Xo's, thinking about taking their hand in his own. It was amazing that Bullet had taken so long to realize his own feelings, when he was pretty sure he had developed them immediately upon meeting Xo, and he'd been thinking about holding their hand for a while now. On Korza that was a very intimate gesture, only exchanged between spouses or very close family members, and almost never in public. Only they weren't on Korza now, and Bullet wanted so badly to touch Xo's hand, so he reached out and gently wrapped his hand around Xo's forearm, smiling warmly and testing the waters.

Xo's flush turns bright blue when they realize Bullet's intentions. Slowly, they withdraw one of their hands from their pockets, and let their fingers intertwine with his, blushing furiously now. They rub the back of their neck with their free hand and keep their eyes fixed on the floor of the elevator.

"All right," they say, losing the battle against the grin that was now spreading across his lips, "I'll follow you, then, I'm...I've hardly ever even been to a restaurant before."

Bullet grins brightly when Xo takes his hand, loving the pleasant blue glow of Xo's flush and the small, pleased smile on their face. Bullet almost wants to suggest skipping the restaurant altogether, going back to Xo's hotel room and spending a quiet night together, but he'd already dressed up and even done his hair, it seemed a shame to not go anywhere.

And Bullet liked this, like being able to treat Xo to things they had never experienced before.

"It's great, you'll love it," Bullet said, squeezing Xo's hand, almost running into a door when he forgot to look where he was going because he was too busy appreciating Xo.

They walked towards the restaurant hand in hand, chatting lightly about their team members and nothing at all, until Bullet had to take his hand from Xo's to hold open the door of the restaurant for them.

As they step inside, Xo finds themself a little intimidated by the interior of the restaurant. This place was nice, and they found themself feeling a little underdressed, even in the nicest clothes they owned. They reach for Bullet's arm again, looking to ground themself in something familiar as the hostess shows them to their seats and places menus in front of them.

"Uhh...do you know what's good?" they ask Bullet, looking over the list of strange foods, feeling a little lost.

Bullet looked blankly at the menu, skimming down it and seeing nothing he had eaten before, or could even understand. He looks back up at Xo, laughing a little.

"Maybe I should have just picked a burger place like that one on the station you like," he said, embarrassed but smiling, and waited for the server to come back. He told the server about their situation, how they'd never been to this restaurant, or one like it, and didn't know what to order. Bullet turned on the charm, informing the server that this was their first date and he didn't want it to go badly, and made the server laugh as they suggested some choices.

Xo laughs, somewhat relieved that Bullet's as out of his element as he is. They reach for him under the table, slipping their hand back into his when their server returns. As per her suggestion, Xo orders a fancy human dish off the menu, one which she noted was popular with Korzans, called Escargot.

"You're good at that," they snicker, taking a sip of their glowing blue drink, "Charming people, I mean. It's like you're on TV or something."

Bullet orders the same thing as Xo, even though he's usually distrustful of human food, this particular dish sounds pretty good.

Bullet laughs, squeezing Xo's hand under the table as he sips on his own drink.

"Well, it was kind of my job," he says with a smile, "Though I guess we both know how well that went. Still, I just like talking to people."

When the waitress brings out their food, Xo thanks her, and fumbles a little with their utensils. They aren't sure how to go about eating this dish with the proper manners, inspecting the snail shells uncertainly before sticking their fork in and taking a bite.

"This is good," they say, chewing slowly and keeping their mouth closed, like they had seen humans do in earth movies and TV shows. In lower caste Korzan culture, it was more polite to eat quickly to show appreciation for the meal, but they were sure that doing so here would earn them dirty looks.

"How's yours?" they ask, taking care to swallow their food before speaking.

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Bullet is less concerned with his manners, enjoying the food without taking the care to close his mouth or chew slowly.

"Good!" Bullet says, then swallows, "Surprisingly good. Reminds me of Korza." The delivery of the food meant they couldn't hold hands under the table anymore, but Bullet compensated by moving his foot out, stroking it gently against Xo's shin.

"So, uh, is your room okay?" Bullet asked, unsure what kind of conversation was date appropriate.

Xo nods, laughing a little at Bullet's foot touching them under the table.

"It's fine," they say, almost forgetting to chew with their mouth shut, "It's pretty nice. I'm having some trouble getting to sleep, though. Also, the people in the room above me keep having...relations. Pretty late at night."

Their face flushes a little as their mind briefly goes somewhere it shouldn't, and they stuff several more bites in their mouth, not minding their manners this time.

Bullet laughs, smiling wider at the flush that appears on Xo's cheeks.

"You could always come over to my room if you couldn't sleep," Bullet said with a small smile, taking a sip of his drink to cover his smirk.

Xo chokes on, then scowls, kicking him lightly in the shin.

"Stop!" they whisper, drinking their water and wiping at their watering eyes, looking around the room to see if anyone was staring at them. They steer the conversation away from the topic quickly, though the blush in their cheeks doesn't fade until the waitress brings them their check.

Bullet pays for their meal and then leads them out, taking Xo's hand again as they walk. They chat happily as they walk back to the hotel, mostly about nothing but still laughing and smiling the whole time. When they get back to the hotel and back up the elevator Bullet hesitates outside Xo's hotel room, scratching the back of his neck with his free hand.

"Do you, uh, want to hang out a little?" Bullet asks, flushing a little and glancing away.

Xo's mouth goes dry as they note the expression on Bullet's face, and they swallow, fumbling for their card key.

"Yeah, yeah," they stutter, sliding the key into the scanner and opening the door in front of them, holding it open for Bullet to follow.

Inside are several cardboard boxes full of Xo's belongings, which they hadn't yet taken the time to unpack since they'd been forced to evacuate the station. Xo didn't own much, and hadn't brought much of what they owned with them when they started their new job. There's one box marked "clothes," another marked, "toiletries," another marked "misc," and a fourth one with the word "Bullet" scrawled in very small letters. Xo attempts to kick this box under the bed as they enter the room as nonchalantly as possible before sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Bullet follows Xo into their room, a bit distracted staring at the soft glow on the back of Xo's neck. When Xo kicks at one of the boxes in the room Bullet looks down at it, spotting his own name in Korzan on the box.

"Oh, what's this?" he says, reaching to open the box before he's even done speaking, and he freezes when he instantly recognizes the items in the box.

"What... Xo..." he says, reaching into the box to pull out a very detailed figurine that was a remarkable likeness of Bullet with his powers activated. He looked from the figure to Xo, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.

"Oh my God," Xo mumbles, dragging their hands down their face, "Oh my God, that's it, this is the end, I might as well just-"

They reach for the box, trying to take it out of Bullet's reach, but spill it onto the floor instead, dropping several more figures--some of which look to be painstakingly repainted by hand--as well as a poster, and a few other odds and ends.

"Fuuuck," Xo whines through their fingers, their face glowing bright enough to light the entire room.

Bullet stares at the contents of the box, then the one figure he's holding, not quite able to process what this means. He sees the rolled up poster and remembers, suddenly, when Xo had admitted they had a poster of Bullet in their room. Bullet had thought they meant as a teenager.

"I thought you were a fan when you were younger," Bullet says, still stunned. Suddenly a lot of different things made sense, the intense hatred Xo had shown when they'd first met and the enthusiasm with which they had returned Bullet's feelings.

"Oh my god, you've had a crush on me forever. Is this like, a dream come true for you?"

Xo covers their face completely and groans into their hands, sitting back down on the bed and rolling onto their side, lying in fetal position.

"Shut the fuck up!" they groan, "Oh my god, you're such an asshole!"

Bullet startles at Xo's exclamation, looking over and sitting down next to Xo.

"No, I'm sorry!" Bullet says, reaching over to touch Xo's shoulder, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you, it's okay, I swear." He scoots closer to Xo, gently pulling him back into a sitting position, "I'm glad. It's... sweet." He laughed a little, awkwardly, looking down at the figure he's still holding, "I, uh, I always thought I was weird and freakish looking and for the first couple years I didn't even appear in public without a shield. I, uh..." Bullet laughed again, "I'm glad you disagree."

Xo pauses, gently taking the figure out of Bullet's hands and carefully setting it back in the cardboard box on the floor in front of them.

"I told you a thousand times I was a fan," they mumble, bending down to pick up their other figures. They handle them gingerly, as if they're going to break, as they return them to the box. "Didn't you ever think maybe I had some kind of. You know. Feelings about you?" They still can't look at him, and once they've put their figures away they put their hands in their lap, squeezing them between their legs.

Bullet watches Xo carefully handle the figurines, bizarrely endeared by the care with which he handles them.

"Well... No, not really. I mean, you hated me. Or I thought you did. And you said you were a fan. Not you are a fan. I kind of assumed meeting the real thing would, you know, take all the fun out of it." He half-shrugged, then reached over, gently pulling Xo's hand out from between his knees and twining their fingers together. Looking down at their hands, Bullet is warmed by the sight of them, and he brings Xo's hand up to his mouth to kiss their knuckles.

Xo almost shivers at the contact, and they can hardly handle how helpless they feel right now. They swallow hard, turning their body towards him and reaching over to place their other hand on his knee.

"It didn't take the fun out of it," they mumble, avoiding his eyes, "it just. Stopped being a silly crush and turned into me being really...in love with you. For real."

"Yeah," Bullet breathes out, entranced by Xo's words and their hand on his leg, then a large, goofy smile dawns on his face, "That's good. I'm glad that happened." He leans over, close into Xo's space, brushing his mouth against Xo's ridges before kissing there, gently.

"I love you so much," he whispers, squeezing Xo's hand.

Xo closes their eyes and leans into the contact, reluctantly releasing his hand in favor of wrapping their arms around his shoulders. They move closer into his space, pulling both legs up onto the bed as they scoot in closer. Breathing against his cheek, they move their face down lower, breaking Bullet's lips away from their neck and replacing it with their mouth.

"I love you too," they breathe, before losing themself in the kiss.

Bullet kisses back, groaning softly in the back of his throat and reaching up to stroke the ridges on the side of Xo's neck. Xo felt and tasted so sweet and soft under Bullet as he licked into their mouth, and Bullet could hardly believe how good this felt. The other person he'd kissed hadn't been nearly as good, but then, he hadn't felt nearly as much for her as he felt for Xo. He put a knee up on the bed, gently pushing them back to lay against the pillows without breaking the kiss, his hands moving to either side of Xo's shoulders to support his weight without laying down flat against Xo's body. Just the slide of Xo's tongue against his and the feel of his fingers was enough for Bullet to start feeling an erection pulling his already-tight pants even tighter, and after only a couple of minutes of kissing Bullet pulls away, breathing hard.

"Xo, I... I want... You, so much. But I've never really..." Bullet says, flushing badly and panting and looking down at Xo almost shyly.

Xo swallows, resting their hands on either side of Bullet's face.

"I-I want you too," they stammer, breathlessly, stroking his cheek with their thumbs, "I know, I haven't either, it's...we'll figure it out."

They raise a knee up between his legs, grinding against an unfamiliar bulge in his pants. Their eyes widen slightly, and they look down between them.

"Is that your. Uhh. I-I mean...what do you have. Down there."

When Xo's knee presses against him Bullet gasps and pushes his hips down against the fiction, and it takes him a moment to process Xo's words. He looks down at his pants and grimaces, remembering a lifetime of genital-related shame. Truthfully, he knew more about what to do with Korzan genitals than his own, and it had taken most of his teenage years to even figure out masturbating. He'd never really had much of an interest in sex, (until now at least) so he hadn't exactly taken the time to research the way humans did it.

"Yeah," Bullet said, slightly shamefaced, "It's... Kind of weird. I'll, uh... Just, hold on," he says, and then stands up on his knees, hiking up his tunic a little and then opening the clasp on his pants. He opened them and pushed his underwear out of the way just far enough to expose his erection, shivering a little at the cold air, and then looked down at it, frowning, not able to meet Xo's eyes.

"Sorry, uh, I understand if it's... too weird, or something."

Xo flushes, their cheeks glowing bright in the darkness of the room, and they shake their head vigorously.

"No, no," they say, quietly, "It's not weird, it looks a lot like an...inversion, but...always on the outside, you know? Um...what do you do with it?"

They sit up enough to reach down and touch it experimentally, wrapping their hand around it and running their palm over the tip. It was harder than they were expecting it to be, and their flush deepens at the contact.

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Bullet's eyes snap up at Xo's words, surprised at the bright glow of their flush and then watching as Xo reached out to touch him. He made a low noise when Xo ran their palm along his length, doubling over a little.

"Uh, I don't really... know," Bullet said, his voice hoarse, "But it, uh, it feels good when you like..." He trailed off, reaching down to wrap his hand over Xo's, guiding them into a tight fist around his dick and then up and down in a stroking motion.

"Yeah," Bullet said around a groan, "Like that. It's different when it's... Uh, not me."

Xo tears their eyes away from Bullet's face to focus on their hand, moving it back and forth carefully. They work on him slowly, afraid of accidentally doing something that might cause him pain. The contact is enough to get them feeling wet between their legs, and they unfasten the clasp on their pants before sliding a hand in, touching themself lightly around their hole.

"D-do you...do you think it would feel good if you. I don't know. Put it in me?" they ask, finding themself hardly able to form words.

Bullet stares at Xo's hand disappearing into their pants, his breath catching in his throat and his hips flexing forward into Xo's hand. He unwraps his hand from around Xo's, reaching up to work at the line of buttons all the way down his tunic. Bullet's hands stall a little at Xo's words, his eyebrows going up.

"I, uh... It might. I don't know. Do you think it would fit? I mean, it's... kind of big. What if it got stuck?" Bullet blanches at the thought, not wanting to cause Xo any pain but also not wanting to have to call Angela with such a personal and embarrassing problem.

At first, Xo thinks he's joking, but the look on his face is utterly serious. He can't help but let out a small laugh as he shrugs his top off of his shoulders.

"I, uhh, don't think that will be a problem," they breathe, "I-I've. Had some stuff in there before, I mean. Here-"

They let go of Bullet long enough to wiggle their pants down to their knees, lying with their legs apart underneath him. They take his cock into their hands again and rub the tip of it against their opening, positioning him, encouraging him to push in.

"Oh," Bullet groans when his cock rubs against Xo, they feel hot and wet and soft, and pushing inside seems like the best idea ever. But his arms are still tangled in his shirt and his pants are around his thighs.

"Wait, hold on," Bullet says, panting, and pulls back. He pulls his shirt over his head and throws it over the side of the bed, then shuffles back a little to get his pants off, having to wiggle his hips a little to get the tight material down his legs. His pants and underwear get chucked onto the floor as well with total disregard for the expensive material, then positions himself over Xo again. He guides his cock towards Xo's hole with one hand, his bottom lips caught between his teeth as he frowns in concentration. He gets lined up and then pushes, very gently, and the head of his cock slides in easily.

"Oh," he says again, looking up to look Xo in their eyes, "Are you-- I mean, is that okay?"

Xo's breath catches when they feel the tip of him slide inside of them, and their hips jerk down into it, pushing him a little further in.

"Yeah," they say, breathlessly, nodding and gripping the bedsheets, "That's great, that's nice, do...more of that." They kick one leg out of their pants and cross them behind Bullet's back, a line of nervous sweat forming on their brow.

Bullet nodded, spurred on by Xo's encouragement, and pushed in all the way. The slide was smooth and easy, and when Bullet was fully sheathed inside Xo he groaned, loudly.

"Ah, God, that's... It feels so good," Bullet pulled back a little and then thrust back in, moaning as he did, "It feels like you're sucking me in. God that's good." Bullet started thrusting in earnest, one hand on Xo's thigh, pushing their legs further apart so Bullet could press in harder, the other stroking over their chest and stomach.

"Okay, I get why people do this now," he said, laughing a little but cutting himself off with a moan.

Xo turns their face into the pillow, failing to maintain their composure as they start moaning helplessly with each thrust. They bring a hand up and clamp it over their mouth, trying to stifle themself.

"Fuck," they groan, spreading their legs for him as far as they'll go and biting down on their finger, "Yeah, that's--fuck." They open their mouth to say more, to encourage him more, to tell him it felt good, but instead a long list of swears comes tumbling out of their mouth as they whine into their hand and push back against him.

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Bullet is surprised by the profanity pouring out of Xo's mouth, but judges by the undulation of their hips and the need whining that it's a good sign. Bullet moves harder and faster against them, slamming in hard with every thrust, and then lays down on Xo to kiss them hard. In this position he can't thrust as hard or as deep, and after a few unsatisfactory thrusts Bullet pulls back with a muttered curse.

"Hold on," he says, and then activates his powers, his eyes and veins glowing brightly as he conjures a shield underneath Xo, lifting their hips up a little and tilted forward, so that when Bullet pushes back in he can still manage to stroke his cock hard in and out of Xo while being able to kiss them.

Xo laughs a little in surprise when they're lifted off the bed, but it quickly turns into a moan when Bullet starts moving inside them again. They kiss him hard, digging their nails into his back, leaving light scratch marks down his sides.

"Oh, God, Bullet," they moan against his lips, soon finding themself too lost in the sensations to concentrate on kissing him with any precision at all.

"Oh, god," Bullet echoes, moaning loudly as Xo's nails leave trails of fiery sensation down his sides. When Xo loses their focus in the kiss Bullet moves his mouth to their jaw and then their neck, nipping and sucking at their ridges, enjoying the different texture of the ridges against his mouth.

Bullet moans in time with each thrust, the stroke of Xo's insides against his cock growing warmer and slicker and Bullet couldn't get enough. His thrusting gains in momentum until he can barely distinguish one thrust from the next; hardly even pulling out all the way before he's pushing in again, but it feels so good he doesn't care.

"Oh god, Xo, Xo, Xo," is all he manages before his orgasm takes him by surprise, gritting his teeth and groaning loud as he manages a handful of extra thrusts before he pushes in deep and hard and freezes, coming deep inside of Xo.

The sight and the feeling of Bullet coming inside them is enough to send Xo over the edge a few moments later, and they feel themself tightening around Bullet. They come in spurts on his cock, making a glowing blue mess of the bedsheets beneath them. They slap their hands back over their mouth, blushing furiously as they try to stifle their loud moans.

"Oh god," they stammer, once they've caught their breath, "I'm so sorry, I don't usually--not that much."

Bullet laughed a little, leaning back to look at the mess between them, slowly lowering Xo back onto the bed and releasing the shield. With a groan he pulls out, eyebrows going up at the sight of his white, sticky come mixed with Xo's glowing blue come slowly leaking out of them.

"Wow," Bullet breathes, twitching a little at the residual arousal that slides down his spine at the sight, "That doesn't, uh, usually happen?" he asks, looking up at Xo with a smirk.

Xo covers their face, shaking their head as they sit up, legs still twitching and shaking from the orgasm.

"Not when im...doing it on my own. God, I'm sorry, we'll have to get up and take the sheets off the bed and--oh, God, housekeeping is going to see and it's all...bioluminescent and weird and--"

They nearly collapse when they try to stand up, their legs weak, and they start pulling the sheets off the bed, unable to meet Bullet's eyes from embarrassment.

Bullet moves off to the side when Xo jumps off the bed, blinking at them a little, not quite understanding what the big deal is. When he sees Xo stumble he gets up, coming up behind Xo and wrapping his arms around their middle.

"Hey," he said, resting his chin on Xo's shoulder, "It's fine, don't worry about it." He kissed down Xo's neck, his hands rubbing a soothing rhythm into their stomach, "I'm sure they've seen worse. C'mon, lets lay down, I need some serious cuddling."

Xo can't help but melt into Bullet's touch, and they let themself sit back down. Leaning into him, they allow themself to be led back onto the sheetless bed. They lie down facing away from him, so he's spooning them, with his chin rested on top of their head. They take a deep breath, and feel themself starting to relax.

"Yeah, okay," they sigh, sliding their hands over Bullet's and closing their eyes. "Me too."

Bullet smiles as Xo allows themself to be led back to the bed, and happily curls himself around them and pulls the blanket up and tucks it over Xo's shoulders and his own. He kisses the back of Xo's neck, his hands rubbing gently over their skin.

"I love you," he mumbles into the back of Xo's neck, and is asleep within minutes.

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