Abomination Contract Loving The Enemy

As one may have imagine the next store we go to is a continuation of the one before, still trying to make me… presentable for the other humans around since by merely changing one part of me has already given brought forth a different kind of look from them, akin to the disgust or completely avoidance the humans had at first.

Still something is odd… and they are the attires that I'm wearing.

For what I understand so far he somehow has made me one of his own, part of the military special troops or something, and strangely at the lack of documentation needed, decors seem to be at the top of the list of necessities in regards to looking alike the black badge I carry now.

So because of that we do not wait around and go straight to the next place in line… the clothing shop.

Even if the places around here are somewhat small they use their available space to the fullest, and this one wasn't an exception, with coat racks along the walls, supports to display other clothes in the middle, forming small aisles in between for passage, and a place to pay at the back, as well as a changing room to the side.

The only thing is… there is only military clothing in display, as well as some basic black T-shirts and camouflage pants.

We do not stay long searching for what we need there, especially since there are not many options to begin with, and as the seller measures my size by putting them in front he asks me to change and put these clothes on in the changing room to the side, and as I simply stand there in lost of what to do his eyes go to Asher in an awkward gesture while trying to keep the smile on, making Asher cross his arms as the seller gladly goes attend another customer's necessities.

I'm not dumb, at this point I'm aware of what they want me to do, only that… I see my opportunity there..

Giving Asher a side look I have to control myself to not let anything trespass over my face, especially now that it is clear to see my expressions with the hair out of the way, and stand around, not moving towards the booth, looking at him as he stares back.

"…What?"

"Don't know."

"Don't know what?"

"Dress. Don't know." That is actually true but let's ignore my lack of knowledge shall we?

His expression stiffens and he presses his finger in between his eyes, trying to massage away the stress I'm giving him, and taking the clothes from the seller's balcony he guides me to the changing room.

The seller is already occupied with other clients when we enter the wooden very small space together, a big mirror on one wall, and the door on the other.

Asher locks it and turns towards me, and I can see the small frown forming beyond his cold mask.

Are you bothered Asher? Good…because things are about to get worst, for you that is.

I do not move to help him out, keeping a hopeless unmoving form as he puts the clothes on a little stool on the side and clear his throat before moving his hands towards me.

I watch all his movements without speaking a word, glaring holes at him when he reaches the first button, opening it up fast, probably thinking it would be good to ends things quickly here; but he only manages to get me naked faster…

A simple move from my part could fix this awkward situation, and yet I let my arms loose on the sides as he gets to the final roll, letting lose the opening and giving him glimpses of the skin beneath. 

And yet it was not enough, I wanted to push his buttons more, I wanted to make a mess out of him, I wanted to go further and rip that ask out of his face...

And that's what I do… but not as deeply as I wished because by doing so I would only scare him into commanding me to stop, and if it comes to that I may have to deal with that mouth of his... And I have some interesting ideas as to how exactly I can do that.

He smells so good every time I tease him that I get into a drunken state just by resting my nose at the crock of his neck.

And yet I wait as he hesitates in taking my pants off, keeping the 'I don't know I don't care face', making me look oblivious of his internal fight, but very aware of every twitch his body gives away.

I can feel myself salivate already, and we did nothing beyond entering this small both alone as he undresses me.

While he takes the pants off, having to go down to pull them out, I find myself holding my breath with his proximity against me while I'm naked, even if clothes did not affect me before now, after the night before, something has been awakened inside me, hungry for been starved for so long, and I'm not the type to deny my desires.

So once he stands again I take a step closer, the already small distance dimming as I cannot help myself from taking his smell deeply, closing my eyes for a second.

I know he is uncomfortable, perhaps thinking of running away again, but he is too proud to show it, so he just stands there with apparently no reaction, probably at lost on what to do.

But I know better.

"Captain…" I whisper close to him, knowing that he likes to command, to be in control, and giving him a superior title would help him relax and feel in control of the situation, even if that's not really the case. 

He doesn't say anything, but doesn't push me back like a maiden in distress either, probably shocked to be confronted like this, used to be on the giving end that I'm stealing from him.

So I say again, tasting the word out of my mouth: "Captain, I need help."

He frowns. I blink at him, fueling his belief of me having a simplistic mindset.

"…Help with what?"

"This…" I say, taking his hand by surprise and cupping the raised lower part of my body, a bold move that makes him tense his jawline and try to pull his hand away, only for me to harden my grasp, enjoying this cat and mouse game, enjoying just how much he has already shown me without even noticing, just how much of his mask has crumbled already.

Just how much I wanted to see him struggle like this as I had my way with him, how much I wanted to taste him further while he squirmed beneath me.

So close like this he could not kick me like last time; lesson learned; and holding one of his hands against my body I had utmost control of the situation, but of course the cold captain could not have any of that, so with his free hand he pulls his gun out and rests the nuzzle right at my temple, one press of his finger and my head would blow up to smithereens, not even time for my scales to come out and protect me.

He knew that, as did I, but he can feel down below just how his extreme reaction makes me feel as my member twitched his way further up into his palm.

We stare at each other for a while, his mind probably fighting just how emotional this reaction is, that he is putting a valuable asset in danger just because of a little touching, but I can tell that this is his way to maintain control of the situation, the upper hand, and knowing that makes me want to go further, not once worried about the gun, actually entertained by it, like a tiger watching a cat hiss at him.

I take a step closer, almost touching but not, close enough to pass the heat of my body to his, and taking his hand off my manhood and bringing it up I lock my eyes with his, an intense gaze framed by some loosen raven hair as I bring his hand up and my waist forward, touching my burning shaft against his as I force his hand in front of me and start licking fingers, the line in between, brushing my teeth against the tip, and even sucking them a little, all to simulate what I had wanted, intended to do with him last night, but only with his member down bellow.

All of that, plus my intense never breaking gaze towards his cold blue eyes, manage to speed up his heart and make his throat dry.

I'm very satisfied with the effect my teasing has on him, enough so to go further beyond, but caught up in my game I completely forget the place we are at, until the seller, that is, knocks on the booth door and says:

"Did they fit sir? Or do you want me to grab another number?"

And Asher takes the opportunity given and says: "No, they are perfect, he will be using them now so let me pay you out there." Hoisting the gun he pushes me aside and exits the room, leaving me to fetch for myself while I cannot stop an eager smile from showing off my fangs.

Ah, Asher Asher, glad I did not kill you the first time we meet… otherwise I would not be having so much fun as I'm now…