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Rex Maxim had been on the Rhapsody for the past few weeks, and Pyke's composure was already wearing thin.
He is the most self absorbed idiot Pyke has ever laid his eyes on. Claiming ridiculous victories, always talking about his triumphs in things that were clearly rigged for him to win– The level of sheer audacity the man exuded meant that he had to be kept on the ship, under constant supervision, lest the crew’s cover be blown.
Therefore, whenever the crew has to leave the ship for one reason or another, they always make sure to leave at least one person behind as the designated babysitter. To keep things fair, they came up with a watch rotation.
Unfortunately, in this particular instance, it was Pyke's turn.
"Well why do I have to babysit him?" Pyke complains, smoke puffing out with each word, coiling in the air and mixing with the trail that billows from his cigarette.
Rett rolls his eyes and turns to face him, "Because it's your turn, Pyke," he reminds the solari before turning back around to continue working, Pyke having caught him while he was giving the bus some general maintenance before their supply run.
"He's such an ass… are you sure I can't swap with Ziggy?" Pyke is borderline begging. The idea of being stuck on the Rhapsody alone with the galaxy's biggest fraud is something that not even cigarettes can fix.
“Yes, I’m sure. You remember last time Ziggy watched him, he made the poor boy cry. You can handle him for the hour or two it takes for us to get back, I know you can.”
Pyke swallows, shifting in place as a flash of heat rushes up from his core. He glances away.
“Whether or not I can handle him isn’t the problem. I hate him. We’ll kill each other before you’re back, if you’re lucky. Otherwise we’ll tear up the Rhapsody–”
“Don’t you dare.”
“In a hypothetical scenario, we would! I’m just being realistic– you know he makes me–” Pyke waves his hands, “Ten million cigarettes aren’t enough to deal with that cunt ass motherfucker–”
“Just– listen. Just have a drink, relax, put on one of his shows and he’ll be too distracted by sucking his own dick to bother you.” Rett says, putting his foot down. Pyke can tell this argument is over as the aetheron stands up, turns on his heels, and begins to exit the hangar, "I'm gonna rally the troops, you better be on your best behaviour," he warns the solari before walking away.
Pyke sighs, ashing his cigarette before taking a drag.
A drink does sound nice.
As the rest of the crew departs, Pyke walks over to the liquor cabinet, his cigarette between his teeth as he rifles through the sparse selection they have on board. His eyes land on a full bottle of Makoran rum, and he takes the cigarette from his lips, letting out a sigh.
It’s not the best stuff he’s ever had, being from the undercrust and cheap, at that, but it’ll do the job. With all the dread of a man going to war, Pyke takes the bottle and makes his way to the common room.
Rex looks up at him when he steps through the doors, wearing the same smug smile that seemed to be permanently plastered on his dumb ass face.
He seems to immediately zero in on the bottle in Pyke’s hand, his eyebrows raising.
“Why don’t you pour one out for me, pretty boy?” Rex all but purrs, a delivish smile quirking his lips.
A flare of irritation spikes through Pyke, his eyes narrowing at the other solari. “Did no one ever teach you any god damn manners?”
Rex tilts his head, smile unfaltering. “Please pour one out for me, pretty boy~” the words dripping from his mouth like honey.
“Fuckin’ finally,” Pyke growls, becoming increasingly more heated. He stomps over and slams the glasses down on the table in front of Rex. “I’ll pour you a fuckin’ drink, lazy bastard.”
Rex leans forward, taking the glass in his hand, "That's more like it," he replies as he leans back into the chair, letting his legs spread slightly.
Pyke’s eyes return to Rex’s, shifting in his seat. He isn’t sure, but he could almost swear that Rex’s smile gets wider. He takes a sip of his drink, staring Rex down.
“I’ll spit in it next time.”
Rex’s smile definitely grows wider. “Promise?”
Pyke scoffs and downs his drink in one go. He slams the glass on the table, “Pour one out for me, cowboy,” he snarls, injecting as much venom as he can into the last word.
Rex chuckles and downs his drink as well. “Sure thing, darling.”
Half a bottle later, the tension in the air is much less thick, the two solari caught in various drunken rambles. Pyke's irritation almost entirely washed away as the pair exchange stories, too drunk to care about the validity of Rex's claims.
"And this guy said to me I’ve never seen one that big!" Rex bursts out into laughter. Only now zoning back into the conversation, Pyke isn't entirely sure what Rex is referring to; he takes a few educated guesses as he pours another drink.
"And Ophelia says maybe you should get out more! She was on fire that night, charming the crowd, singing my praises," Rex recalls with a wistful sigh as he swirls his glass.
Pyke scoffs, head rolling with his eyes. “As if. She would never do that…”
Silence hangs for a moment, the tension palpable.
Rex lowers his glass, smile dropping. “Are you sayin’ there’s something wrong with my memory, sweetheart?” he asks, eyes narrowing.
“I’m saying you’re a fucking liar. I’ve known Ophelia way longer than you, and I know she would never fawn over such a bodacious douchebag,” Pyke spits, meeting Rex’s glare, doubling it’s heat.
Pyke can feel the anger resurfacing, dredged up from the bottom of the booze he’d tried to drown it in.
Rex doesn’t seem far behind, anger blazing in his voice, “You might have ‘known her longer’ but she loved me more, she’d sing my praises from the damn rooftops if you let her!”
“You’re fucking delusional, you don’t know shit! You fucking knock-off hack! You sit here all day yapping about your fucking greatness, meanwhile I have yet to see a fucking drop of it. You’re just a wannabe cool guy who thinks acting like hot shit makes him special. You’re nothing, and Ophelia knew that.”
With a snarl of fury, Rex shoots to his feet. He wobbles in place as he harshly points a finger at Pyke. “Shut your mouth! You weren’t fucking there, you don’t know a fucking thing! You uptight son of bitch!”
Pyke matches his energy, surging to his feet– woah. Dizzy– he rights himself, crossing his arms and meeting Rex’s eyes.
“I’ll keep talking, fucker! I’m tired of shutting up! I’ve been putting up with your pretentious fucking self for weeks! Fuck you! Fuck your stories! Fuck your entire fucking persona, you living bag of scum.”
Rex takes a step closer, and the temperature seems to tick up a few degrees. “You’re just jealous, you’re jealous Ophelia loved me more, you’re jealous that I’m better than you, you’re jealous of my success– I mean, it’s fucking pathetic.”
“I’ve met dogs I’m more jealous of than a fucking nobody like you. Be as famous as you want, Rex, you’ll always be a useless fucking coward.”
Rex grabs Pyke by his lapels, Pyke braces for a blow as Rex hauls him close and slams their mouths together. Teeth collide, biting and pulling, it’s less of a kiss and more of an attack.
Pyke reels away, growling, “Don’t fucking touch me!”
Rex’s grip is steady, his eyes blazing, his lips pulled up in a wild grin. “You like it, slut.”
Pyke shudders, heat flashing through him. A mixture of anger and lust roils in his gut, boiling over, “Shut the fuck up!”
He lunges at Rex, crashing their mouths together with reckless abandon, pushing Rex up against the wall and doing his level-best to devour him. Rex growls, surging against him, hands groping at Pyke’s ass and thighs, and the heat grows. Pyke is starting to soak through his underwear, his arousal quickly becoming uncomfortable.
Rex grabs his thighs roughly, pulling them up, nails dinging into him a he hauls Pyke up. Pyke’s head spins with the change in height, and Rex attacking his throat with bites and open-mouthed kisses certainly isn’t helping.
Pyke’s fingers sink into Rex’s hair, pulling him away, meeting his smug gaze with a scowl, “If you don’t fuck me within the next 30 seconds, I’m gonna kill you.”
Rex’s grip tightens, and he grins up at Pyke, “Why d’ya think I picked you up?”
Pyke yanks the other solari’s head to the side, delighting in his grunt of pain. He leans forward and latches onto his throat, grinding down against him, his wetness soaking through his pants. Rex groans, seeming to increase his pace as he strides across the Rhapsody. Good.
Pyke continues to practically maul Rex's neck as they make their way to the sleeping quarters. Rex grabs Pyke's hand as they approach the door and slams it against the scanner at the side, the pair panting with anticipation as the door opens with a pneumatic hiss.
Rex strides towards the bed, forcefully throwing Pyke onto the mattress. He wastes no time as he begins to strip Pyke down, throwing his clothes across the room. Pyke squirms on the bed, growing wetter and wetter with each passing second. His only desire in that moment is Rex's cock deep inside of him.
Rex runs his hands from Pyke’s thighs down to his knees, practically snapping his legs apart. Pyke is red hot with desire, heat rolling though him at the sight of Rex between his knees.
Rex moves closer– finally– but he doesn’t climb on top of Pyke, he grips his hips and laps at Pyke’s weeping pussy with a loud slurp. Pyke gasps, spasming in surprise and pleasure.
Pyke is quickly overcome, the way Rex's tongue danced around his clit, each bit of contact sending a pooling heat through his stomach. He yearns for more as he feels his pussy clench around nothing, yearns to be filled as he tugs at Rex's hair.
"You– ah– mhm! You said you were gonna– fuck– fuck me!" Pyke pleads through broken moans, every lap of Rex's tongue making his pussy quiver, his legs shaking in the other solari's tight grip.
Rex looks up, Pyke gasping from the loss of sensation. Rex's eyes are filled with burning lust, his pupils wide and voice husky as he snaps, "Well, I wanna taste you first!"
Without warning, Rex ducks down, and Pyke lets out a desperate cry as he licks a stripe upwards from his hole to his clit, broad, relentless swipes of his disgustingly talented tongue. Rex lifts his head up once more, Pyke's arousal dripping down his chin, "So you sit back and take it, you fuckin’ slut."
Pyke moans, his hands grasping at the bedsheets, his hips bucking up against Rex's mouth as he feels the heat build. “Rex–”
Rex pulls away, ignoring Pyke’s whine. “Aww, are you close, pretty boy?”
“Yes!”
With a hum, Rex pulls away even more. “That’s too bad, because it’s my turn now.”
Rex climbs to his feet before reaching down and grabbing a fistfull of Pyke’s hair, yanking him upwards without regard, pain erupting across his scalp. Pyke feels his pussy spasm, wetness gathering on the bedsheets. Rex starts to unbuckle his belt, “Y’know, I always thought you had a pretty mouth. Too bad it ain’t got much to say. Open up, slut.”
Even though the haze of alcohol, Pyke feels himself burn with humiliation as he follows Rex’s command.
Rex seems to glow a little brighter, pulling himself out of his pants, his cock flushed and leaking. Rex strokes himself, adjusting his grip on Pyke’s hair, his hold tight and uncomfortable. “Sure do listen better when you’re desperate, I knew you were a whore,” Rex says, laughing at him.
Pyke doesn’t have time to respond before Rex’s cock is halfway down his throat. He gags on the girth of it, and Maxim is not wasting any time, his hands grasping Pyke's hair in a vice like grip as he throat fucks him without remorse.
His throat burns with the rough treatment, but it’s nothing compared to the fire in his core. Pyke aches to be fucked, trying to grind down onto the mattress to relive the tension, but it’s not enough. His pussy clenches as another gush of slick rushes out of him, making him whine around Rex.
Rex groans as Pyke's pleading whines vibrate along his shaft, "Quit squirming, you desperate bitch, or I won't let you cum at all," Rex warns, his cock twitching with the feeling of Pyke's hot, wet mouth taking every inch. His grip on Pyke's glowing locks becomes impossibly tighter.
Pyke’s fingernails dig into his palms as he fights to stay still, the urge to move so strong that he finds himself rocking in place without conscious input. He looks up at Rex, who's eyes burn with a concoction of lust and anger.
"You want to be fucked so bad? FINE!" Rex throws Pyke back against the mattress, not giving Pyke a moment to catch his breath as he hikes the other solari's legs over his shoulders and sinks his cock deep into Pykes gushing arousal.
Pyke cries out as Rex sets a brutal pace, his hips slamming against Pyke with every vicious thrust.
All Pyke can do is whimper and take it, Rex yanks his head to the side and starts covering his throat in bite marks, fresh pain making Pyke clench around him. Fucker. Pyke lifts his hand to Rex’s hair and pulls as hard as he can, eliciting a groan.
Fingers find his clit, gathering his slick and rubbing against him in tight, aggressive circles. Pyke can’t help but scream out in pleasure, his body on fire as Rex works him from three angles.
"You like that, you stupid fucking bitch?" Rex goads Pyke as he practically bashes his cock against Pyke's cervix, the other solari soaking the mattress beneath them as arousal squirts out around Rex's cock.
Pyke tries to speak, tries to open his mouth to say anything, anything at all– but the air is being stolen from his lungs, and every word seems to be replaced by a desperate moan.
"Ah!- Mmm, p-please!" Was the only word Pyke could force from his mouth, looking up at Rex with a pleading glance. At this point he wasn't even sure what he was asking for.
"Please? You’re gonna have to give me more than that if you wanna cum, darlin’," Rex teased him, pressing his thumb down hard on Pyke’s clit, pounding into him with ferocious heat.
Pyke struggles to form words, mind hazy with drunken desire. He tries anything, whatever, as long as he can cum– “P-please~ Rex– mmm! I need you! I need your fat cock, please–mhm– please let me cum on your cock– ah! R–Rex– please, you’re so good at this, fuck– I– I need you to make me cum so bad,” Pyke sobs, continuing to babble pleadingly as Rex’s pace remains unchanged.
“My fat cock is always happy to be cummed on,” Rex purrs, thumb circling his clit.
Pyke cringes before a wave of heat overtakes him. His orgasm ripples through him, energy bursting from him with the strength of a dying star, his hair a shining supernova as he spasms violently, body quivering, pussy clenching around Rex's cock like a vice.
Rex lets out a primal groan, Pyke can't even settle into the aftershocks before he's flipped around, his face pushed into the mattress as Rex sets a sickening pace. He leans over Pyke, his cock buried deep inside him as he snakes his hand round to play with the other solari's tortured clit.
Pyke is screaming into the pillow, overstimulation blazing through him like a wildfire.
“Fu– Rex! I– fuck– too much–”
Hot breath against his ear as Rex laughs, “Thought you wanted to be fucked, can't take the heat?”
Pyke’s ears twitch, hands clenching the pillow as a wave of anger scorches through him. Can’t take the heat? Who does this asshole think he is? Pyke can take the heat.
“Fuck…. You,” Pyke grinds out from between gritted teeth, trying to keep his moans at bay.
Rex bites his ear, a painful little snap that tests Pyke’s efforts to stay quiet. Pyke whimpers, and it breaks the floodgates, moaning loudly as Rex relentlessly slams into him, as his fingers circle his clit, as his teeth dig into his ear.
Pyke spasms, a wave of molten heat crashing through him as he cums again, screaming into the pillow.
Rex groans as Pyke clenches around him, fingers still circling him, making him spasm around his cock. Rex slams into him again and again and again; he bites Pyke’s shoulder hard as he buries himself to the hilt. Pyke feels a heat unlike any he’s felt before flood his core, it hurts, it burns, like a sun inside of his guts, like there’s a fire in his every cell.
Pyke whines, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. His hand reaches down and pushes at Rex’s, mumbling something that was supposed to be words, he thinks. The pain fades bit by bit, until it’s nothing but a slightly uncomfortable heat.
Rex’s teeth graze over the bite mark he’d just punched into Pyke’s shoulder. Pyke shudders, the dull pain sending sparks racing down his spine. His hand does drift away from Pyke’s clit, but only so he can pull out and flip Pyke over.
Rex crawls over him, latching back onto his neck as two fingers dip between his folds, pressing into him. Pyke whines, squirming in place. “Rex– fuck…”
His finger’s find Pyke’s clit again, making him shout and try to bring his knees up. Rex licks and bites at his throat, laughing. “I’m not done with you yet. Open your legs like a good little slut.”
Pyke whimpers, his entire body trembling with overstimulation. He forces his legs to flatten out, twitching when Rex’s fingers get back to work.