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"Uhh, heyy Purps!" A high pitched voice rang from the security doorway. It attempted to be casual, yet coming from a position of power, though that failed miserably—it only sounded meek, hoping that Purple wouldn't tear them to shreds with only a gaze.
Red looked like a sad, wet dog. At least, that's what Purple thought when they turned around to stare at their captain.
"What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy?" Purple squinted at Red, clearly unhappy about their visit. Red seemed to shrink at the hostility, but remained where they stood.
"It's just... You weren't in your sleeping quarters. I'm captain, after all, I need to make sure everyone is getting sleep and all. No biggie." Red hummed, waving their hand around. But they still watched Purple closely, which bothered them.
"How can I possibly sleep when there's something on this ship that sliced White in half?" Purple hissed, looking back at the cameras. "You can pretend like it was just some 'work accident,' but I'm actually keen on keeping everyone else alive."
Red winced at Purple's words, visibly, and Purple smiled knowing they had actually cut into Red's ego. It was short lived, however, as Red began to walk into the security room and stopped behind Purple's chair.
"What are you doing? Go back to bed or whatever. I'm not moving." Purple huffed out, but their breath halted slightly when they saw, in their peripheral vision, a hand from behind reach across them and rest on the desk, trapping them. "Red..?"
"Please. You need rest too." Red looked over at Purple, trying to make eye contact. This time, they actually sounded firm, yet calm; a rare moment from the normally messy and pathetic captain.
Purple turned away and scoffed—they had no time for this.
"Since when did you care?"
"I always cared!" Red whimpered out, immediately breaking the idea that they were cool and collected, as if they were desperate to prove that it was true, they really did care. But Purple could not be swayed by their clear manipulation.
"Well, you sure showed me how much you cared when you left me to rot so you could lick some shitty corporation's boots." They hissed, closing their visor as a final fuck you. A 'this conversation is over, now go away.'
But Purple could still feel their breath just barely reaching their neck. They could still sense Red behind them, trapping them into the desk so that they couldn't awkwardly escape from them again.
"Purps, please." Red murmured, after many long beats of silence. Not even an apology! Ha! As if Purple could possibly accept that. No, absolutely not, Red wasn't allowed to win just because they had permanent puppy eyes. But Red continued still; "We need rest. You need rest. We both know how intense you get when you're running on almost no sleep..."
"Go away."
"Purple—"
"I said go away! Are you fucking deaf?" Purple opened their visor again to swing around and stare at the audacity. Red, caught off guard, stepped back a little, giving Purple space to stand up and move forward.
"What is your problem? You abandon me, for months, so you can suck MIRA's sprout, then you had the audacity to hire me as your fucking security guard?" Purple huffed. "You didn't even show your face! You sent some random employee!" They then dug a finger into Red's chest, who scrambled backward with a yelp. But Purple wasn't finished. "Now, you have the gall to pretend you care about me. I can't believe you!"
Red tripped on their own feet, falling onto the floor and back meeting the wall trying to get away. Purple, desperate for their chance to finally tell this asshole off, got on one knee to get onto their level, pushing a hand into their shirt to remind them of their place.
"I want nothing to do with you, Red. Once this mission is over, I'm leaving, and I'm never going to see your face again." Purple spat, all with a venom that could rival a viper's. Red did nothing but flinch. Speechless, and otherwise unmoving. They seemed to open their mouth once or twice after a few moments, hoping to speak, to defend themself, but Purple's hand suddenly latched onto their neck, making them cough and sputter. Nothing came out but incoherent whimpers and whines.
"You're absolutely pathetic." Purple growled. They could feel Red's stupid sprout twitch at that insult, and it pissed them off. And yet... It was like a switch turned on in their head. Red under them like this—whining, clawing at their hand, panting and mumbling incoherent pleas to let them breathe—it was disgustingly exhilarating.
They snuck a glance toward the security doors—closed... Unlikely for someone to come by, most everyone was sleeping. There were no cameras here to watch them. This was the most privacy you could get in a place like this.
"I—" Red cried out, coughing again under Purple's hand, and Purple snapped back to glare at them.
"Shut up. I don't want to hear your stupid voice. Just shut up." Hand still digging into Red's lungs, they dove in for a kiss, if you could even call it that. They smashed their lips together—desperate, hungry, wild, and with a hatred that Purple could not fathom holding back for the entire trip.
Many moments pass, Red clawing desperately at Purple's shirt for air, until they suddenly shoved a hand into Purple's hair and pulled, making Purple yelp and move back, slowly wiping drool from their mouth.
"Slut." Purple spat at them. "You liked that." Red only gave a quiet moan in reply, visor half-lidded.
Purple was practically straddling them now, legs planted between either side of Red, effectively trapping them. Not that Red wanted to escape, Purple could tell. There was a small dribble of spit in the corner of their mouth, their visor glinting like they'd just discovered something magical, hands tangled into Purple's hair and shirt like their life personally depended on it. It was disgusting. Perverted. They wanted this.
And yet, Purple couldn't help but give it to them.
"You get everything you want." Purple said quietly, voice just barely trembling in anger. "In the end, you get everything you want. And I'm giving it to you too. Asshole."
"Mnng..." Red blinked slowly, trying to tug Purple closer to them.
"It's disgusting. I bet you need me to take care of you now too, I can feel your flower twitching." Purple looked to where Red's backpack was buckled, and Red squirmed under their gaze, exhaling shakily. Purple would be a liar if they said it wasn't insanely attractive seeing them like this. Finally, they resigned. "God. You... Ugh. Do you want it?"
Consent is important after all. Purple had a guess, but Red aggressively nodding their head was better.
Purple reached for the buckles, unstrapping the only thing keeping Red's intimate area from their rage. They didn't even know why they were doing this. Murder was out of the question, even if they really really wanted to sometimes, so they supposed the next best thing was to hatefuck them. They didn't have much of their own proper reasoning, but they didn't care. They flipped Red onto their stomach, taking a look at the delicate flower that traced their back. It was an average size, same with the tendril, the actual reproductive organ, that twitched and beckoned for their touch.
Purple was delicate, despite their anger for them. Their sprouts were very fragile, after all, and for some reason they couldn't possibly fathom giving them permanent back pain from one wrong tug (which yes, can happen). They huffed. "You left me. You're a disgusting, awful person and yet I can't help but give you what you want. I can't help but be gentle with it. I hope I can fuck some proper sense into you, Redsie."
The nickname was used as a mockery. A display of Red's vulnerability. They didn't like using the old nickname much, they'd prefer to pretend they never knew them, but it seemed appropriate here. And they supposed it really was, because Red whined softly at the name. Or perhaps they were doing so from how Purple had put the thin tendril in-between their fingers.
"Yeah, I know you like that. Slut." Purple purred, earning another shudder from Red as they continued to rub against the tendril, starting to go rougher. Red squirmed, bucked into the touch, whined, but never once uttered a stop. "God, you really are pathetic. Need it so bad you'd just let anyone touch it, wouldn't you?"
Red tried to shake their head, dazed by their sensitivity.
"No? Just me? Wow. Left me for dead and yet you need me so bad... What, how long have you thought about me? How long have I been in your wet dreams, freak?" Purple questioned in their ear, giving the tendril a light tug. Red moaned loudly, before they slapped a hand over their mouth in horror, but Purple wasn't having it.
"How long, Redsie?" Purple asked, using their free hand to rip Red's hand from their mouth. Red gave out another quiet moan.
"I... Ah- always, Purp.. I've- I've always.. needed you, please—" Red whimpered, and Purple scoffed.
"Always... God, how pathetic." They hissed. "And you still did it."
"I'm sorry, I—" Red murmured, guilt washing over their tone, but Purple didn't care for excuses. They didn't want to hear it. They shoved their hand into the flower, interrupting Red and making them moan.
"I don't care what you have to say for yourself. The position you're in speaks to me just enough." Purple said, tail lashing. "In fact, I don't want to hear you utter another dumb word, unless it's my name, or a stop. Got it?" Red nodded weakly in reply, breath ragged.
Purple sighed, dragging their thumb along the sprout. They stayed at the base, stroking with a fervent purpose as Red squirmed and moaned below them. Finally seeing them in their place was so utterly refreshing, Purple couldn't help but smile, leaning in and using their free hand to place it atop Red's, whose own hand was curled into a loose fist on the floor.
But that really wasn't enough for them. Red being on the floor, back up, whimpering like a dog wasn't enough. They needed them to scream so loud that someone in the ship would wake up in a cold sweat thinking someone was murdered. They knew that was a terrible idea, and they'd rather be shot dead than be caught with the captain under them, but oh how they wanted to hear the sounds Red would make if they truly were alone... If embarrassment wasn't a factor in this weird, hate-filled hookup.
Purple sighed again, shoving their leg in-between Red's thighs for an extra kick of stimulation. Red moaned loudly, panting and twitching, Purple's name spewing from their mouth in murmurs and pants, and Purple hummed as they listened to it. The crotch held no genitalia, that was what the flower was for, but it was still a sensitive area, and often abused in times when having kids was off the plate... Or you wanted to overstimulate the pathetic thing under you until they begged for some kind of release.
"Hmm... You seem awfully close, Redsie..." They purred in Red's ear, shifting their leg at the same time they tugged at Red's sprout, making Red almost scream. "But should I let you...? I don't knoww.. you were so terrible to me, could you really deserve it...?" Red turned their head to meet Purple's gaze, visor still lidded.
"Hm. Speak." Purple commanded as they would a dog, and Red lit up.
"Plea— please, Purps, I'll do anything, please let me finish please—" Red choked on their spit, finishing their sentences with a few sputters and coughs. And Purple hummed.
"Anything, hm... I guess you've convinced me. I'll give you what you want." Purple kept their pace, giving Red a faux sympathetic kiss on their neck as Red gasped and squirmed, mumbling pleas and apologies and how close they were.
Purple even heard soft sniffling. Crying. From the overstimulation, guilt, and climax all mixed into one wave of choked sobs, until they yelped that they'd finished, to stop. Purple obliged quickly, very gently removing their hand from the now sticky tendril and wiping their hand against their pants warily. Red collapsed below them, giving soft, quick exhales to try and regain their breath. Purple removed themself from Red entirely, giving themself space, rubbing their now aching wrist. The air now had a sickeningly sweet scent, to their species the smell of sex. Usually, it's easy to wash out, but they were in a ship miles away from home, so... Not as easy.
Red didn't move for a long time. To the point where it almost worried Purple, which was shocking to them.
"Red..?" They spoke in the air hesitantly, and Red gave a quiet groan in response.
"Fuck." Red whimpered, muffled by their face being in the floor.
"... Get off the floor. It's gross." Purple mumbled.
"... Sorry." Was the only reply Red gave. Not a retort or anything, just an apology. God, did they really fuck some sense into them?
Good riddance, honestly.
"I just... Holy shit." Red panted, shakily sitting up. Their back was still to purple, emanating the sweet scent of an orgasm, strong in Purple's nose. Which wasn't a good thing, because that scent was biologically evolved to calm them down!! Ugh, dammit, now they couldn't as easily pull that all-nighter.
"You did this on purpose didn't you!?" Purple suddenly yelled, and Red turned to look at them with a surprised squeak.
"WHAT!?”
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“Makin' me tired… Stupid.. dumb captain.” Purple murmured as they threw their clothes in a small washer in the corner of the ship. “I smell like you.”
Red just stared at the washing machine spinning, like they were in a trance. Like they couldn't believe that wasn't a dream. “Wh?” They then suddenly snapped up when they processed Purple had spoken. “Uh, sorry. You can… Stay in my quarters. If you want.”
“No thanks.” Purple replied flatly, and Red nodded, gaze turning back to the washing machine.
Once they had cleaned the mess up as best they could, they gave each other awkward goodbyes, and headed to their respective bunks.
Purple felt nauseous. Did that really happen? Why did that happen? Why were they the one to initiate it??? This was so fucked. But they could barely keep their eyes open long enough to question it any further. They suppose they would have to brush it off as some.. dream.