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softquietsteadylove · 2 months

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more spicy chapter for the spy AU please? 🤏

"Holy shit," Gil groaned as he flopped into the bed loudly. "What a day."

It had been a hell of a mission, from start to finish. There was some rescuing, some extrication, some very narrow escapes. But at least it was completed. All they had to do was actually get back home to report in. But that could wait until tomorrow.

"I agree," Thena sighed heavily, lying herself down next to him more delicately. They didn't usually make stops after a mission, since the only real safety for them was back at base. But this stop was necessary to avoid the suspicion of boarding a flight right then and there.

Gil stretched his arm out, slithering it under Thena's neck. Other than that, he remained on his back.

Thena rolled over, keeping her head cushioned on his arm and shoulder and tucking herself into his side as well. She inhaled as his head tilted, hovering closer to hers. "We said we wouldn't."

"Oh, right," Gil mumbled, even as he pressed his lips to her forehead.

"We did," she repeated as she leaned into him more. His arm moved and his fingers toyed with a few strands of her hair. "We did."

"We did," he whispered as he rolled over too, nuzzling her face until his lips could find hers.

"We promised," she whimpered into the kiss, even as she grasped two handfuls of his shirt. She straightened her spine and her legs, pressing herself closer to him.

"Did we?" he inhaled against her cheek before moving his lips to her neck. He rolled even further, until he could lie over her. He flicked open a button of her dress. "Why did we do that?"

"Because," Thena inhaled as he worked on two more buttons before running his finger along the edge of her bra. She wasn't often in civilian clothes.

"Because?" he prompted, enjoying taking his time and burying his face in her cleavage.

"The job," she uttered simplistically, her considerable mental faculties leaving her as Gil dragged his teeth along the inside of her breasts.

They said they couldn't be physical anymore because of the job. It could interfere with their effectiveness, and complicate their partnership, something upon which their lives depended.

That one instance in the garage had been a mistake.

"We're off the clock, Ghost," Gil chuckled into her shoulder as he moved his hands to work from the bottom up, slipping up her dress. "If you want me to stop, just tell me."

It would make good sense. It would be better for the mission, and for all future missions. It would be probably be better for their work partnership, too. Certainly their handler would feel better about not having to suspect that their feelings were more than professional.

"Talk to me, Thena," he whispered, pulling away from her just to look her in the eye.

How she loved him. She loved him in every cover, every mission, every rare instance in between when they were just Gil and Thena, partners since the beginning. She loved everything about Gil, and she always had.

It was only recently that she had added his body to the list of things she loved most about him.

Gil moaned as she pulled him into another kiss, firmer than before. He wrapped his arms around her to truly hold her, his hands sliding over her.

Thena gasped as he pulled her dress up the rest of the way. His fingers were deft and firm, immediately slipping into her underwear. Gil never wasted time when there was a mission at hand. Her hands closed into fists, rumpling his shirt hopelessly.

"Easy," he rumbled into her ear, his voice low and rough. He stroked and circled his fingers, coaxing her pleasure out of her. "Just relax, sweetheart--I got'cha."

Thena inhaled sharply and let it out, although it trembled the whole way. Her whole body started trembling as he circled a particular spot, his thumb pushing against her most tender nerve centre as leverage. She stared up at the ceiling, clinging to him as if she were at sea. "Gil!"

He pulled up hard, keeping his hand still as she writhed against him gently. He was far from done, but he considered this a necessary step. He bent his head to kiss her cheek, "that's my girl."

Thena tilted her head, whimpering again as she felt him pull his fingers out of her. She didn't give in to pleasure often. She didn't consider herself someone who needed it often, either. But the things Gil could make her feel...

"You good?" he asked, their voices soft, their breathing mixing together in the silent room.

She nodded, her chest heaving. Gil laid over her again, having gotten his belt undone and his pants out of the way just enough. They didn't have the luxury of ripping all their clothes off and making tender love. Nor could they afford to fuck like wild animals rutting against each other. What they could afford was a quick relief of tension in a whole world against the two of them.

Gil kissed her as he pushed in. She groaned; his fingers were already thicker than she was used to, and he was much, much thicker than that. He peppered her face with kisses, "you okay?"

She nodded, clawing at his back as she adjusted to him being fully inside of her. This was actually the first time they were being connected in this particular way. Her head felt like it was floating off her body, her vision was starry.

"S'okay, just breathe," he whispered in her ear.

She did so, slowing her breathing until her startled muscles could relax. She turned her head, seeking his lips again. He gave them, and she demanded his tongue as well.

Gil moved gently, never one to risk hurting her in any way. He nuzzled her cheek, both of them breathing for their lives. They had both done underwater training, could hold their breath for upwards of five minutes. But they were panting for air.

Thena gripped the muscles in his back as his hips met hers. She tried not to sink into the feeling of it and keep her mind alert. But the feeling of Gil inside her, a heat like nothing else filling her. The warm, solid weight of him surrounding her and the musky scent of him mixing with the scent of their intimacy. She felt dizzy.

"Thena," Gil uttered, sounding more strained as he moved somewhat faster. He nipped at her neck, feeling around for her pulse until he could pay it proper attention.

"Gil," she gasped in response, her voice high and stringy--fluttery. Everything felt fluttery right now. She wasn't a fluttery person. Her codename was not Butterfly. But her whole body trembled as she felt him swell even further. "Gil!"

He pressed his lips to her cheek again, and she could feel him smiling against her skin. "Sorry, you sound really cute right now."

Thena felt herself clench around him reflexively. She blushed.

Encouraged, Gil picked up speed even more. His arms dragged over the bed sheets, curling around her protectively, hoarding what was his. His breathing came faster and rougher, his leverage angle changed.

Thena sought his mouth again, hungrily this time. Her legs slithered around his and her hips rose to meet him halfway. She was much closer than she anticipated, and probably closer than he thought she was. "Gil, yes, so close."

What few words she did have to offer seemed enough for him. He moved his hand to grip a handful of her behind, "any time now, hon."

Thena bit into her bottom lip as he continued to push and push her closer. She was a seasoned spy, and there was little she couldn't endure. But she would give up absolutely anything to come right now.

Gil let her dig her nails into him as she came around him, her whole body shaking as she gripped him. He groaned into her hair splayed over the sheets as he followed, spilling into her unabashedly. He smashed their lips together again before reeling himself in, making their kisses more gentle again. He held her cheeks, looking for signs she would never speak aloud. "You okay?"

Thena opened her eyes, blinking up at the ceiling again before Gil moved into her line of sight. She was still seeing stars, everything hazy and dreamlike. Her biochemical addled brain sang Gil's praises as she looked at him, screaming at her to yearn for him.

He kissed her again, their lips moving languidly. He still held her like she was fragile, and he was still lying over her like she was all his.

She was, in ways she couldn't afford. But she clung to him, even as he pulled out of her, even as he laid down beside her just to pull her closer once he was comfortable. Her hands sought his skin like she was burned and he was the salve.

Physical pleasure was too dangerous for the brain to endure.

Thena sighed as she settled against his chest. She was far too exhausted to move, and she had no desire as Gil pressed his lips to the top of her head and exhaled deeply. She rose and fell with the rhythm of his chest, as if bobbing along at sea on a raft of him.

"I've got you, Thena," Gil mumbled before dropping off into sleep, his fingers entangled with hers and his arm around her shoulders.

She nuzzled into his chest, just this once, to indulge her silly, love stricken brain. He had her in ways he didn't even know about--ways she could never really tell him. But just for tonight, she could add her body to that list.

#Thenamesh Spy AU #Thenamesh 18+#some soft spice #welcome to the tasteful spice hour #don't read this on the bus #I mean do what you want but I will not be held responsible #Thena poor Thena #she's here trying to be like I am a world renowned spy #I can handle a simple act of physical intimacy #and then she gets one good night #and her brain goes #ahhhh Gil Gil Gil Gil Gil Gil Gil #Gil I love you so much ah you're so strong and handsome and let's cuddle together #of course she just looks as blank as ever #and she's telling her brain to knock it the fuck off #but they're professionals #they get up the next day #clean themselves up a little #they get on a normal plane #like normal civilians #carrying billions worth of international intel #maybe he gets a little cheeky #he takes Thena's hand in his and asks the flight attendant if his wife can please have an extra pillow #she glares at him but he leans over and whispers that she's cute when she glares at him #and all that happens is she gets flustered and pretends to go to sleep #they definitely don't hold hands under the blankets

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randomwriteronline · 2 years

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He knows Beni is draped right there on one of the chairs, even though he’s made no sound whatsoever.

"The child has succeeded," he reports.

Kamado grumbles: "On their own?"

"No."

That's where his head snaps upwards.

"I had warned-!" he begins - such a quick temper, this kid has.

"The clans are innocent," Beni replies lazily. "They conducted themselves as you asked."

"Then who--?"

Kamado interrupts himself and narrows his eyes at the catty smirk that pulls at the wrinkles on his right hand man's face. If Beni had to guess, he hates that expression and he hates what it implies more: "One of ours?"

Att'a boy.

"And who would that be?" his voice shifts into an incredulous, almost mocking tone - not because he has no respect for the man, but because he knows he is not a fighter in the slightest: "The professor?"

Beni shakes his head, grin wider.

His hand waves in the air, elegant, as if he were telling some silly story the commander has no interest in: "Do you recall that boy?... The one Zisu fished right out of the ocean... The one a little too comfortable fraternizing with Pokémon?..."

Kamado exhales heavily, loudly. When the old ninja cracks open his eyes open his junior is massaging his own with an exasperated motion.

"I had requested he be kept in check," he growls, frustrated.

"I fear that metaphorical leash you wrapped around his neck was not enough," Beni notes casually: "But you cannot truly punish him."

"Of course I can!"

"On what grounds?"

"On what-- He has disobeyed my order by taking over a task I had requested from one specific member of the Survey Corps! That is the grounds!"

"Ah, but that order did not include Jubilife if memory serves me right."

The realization simmers in Kamado in that moment of silence, as does the sudden awareness of how ridiculous he is now, hands slammed on his desk, chair half overturned by his furious rise to his feet.

"And he was told to look after the child, no?"

He seems to shake as he forces himself to sit down. Beni looks at him amused, without a word, and he burns with shame.

"I shall make what his duties are and what he must not do clearer," he grumbles between his teeth. "As well as formally dissuade anybody under my command to follow in his example for these situations."

The ninja nods slowly, like a parent plenty satisfied with their child's practiced apology.

Kamado thinks he wants to bury himself.

Kamado does not look up from Cyllene's latest reports.

"So?" he asks to the nothingness. “What news do you have?”

"The child has succeeded." is the answer.

"On their own?"

"No."

The paper crumples slightly in his hand. Maybe Peselle should have let that despondent little bastard destroy his own leg when she had the chance, if it would have save them all this trouble.

Beni laughs behind him.

"Don't go throw that boy back in the ocean now," he chides.

Of course, he knows exactly what he's thinking.

"He behaved awfully well today,” the old man continues, “He’s a stickler for the rules, after all..."

"Then who? Which clan?" Kamado barks.

"Diamond."

The ninja's hand sits on the back of his head to keep him from rising and grab his ink stone to pen a declaration of war - not a scolding gesture, but equally humiliating nonetheless.

"It was some mute girl they found wandering in the swamps a few years ago - and in the case it might hold any kind of value to your evaluation of him and his people, know that her leader vocally objected to her intentions."

"It makes no difference whatsoever! She still disobeyed my orders!" the commander argues, fist hitting the desk.

Damned foreigners appearing from nowhere! Can’t they stick to what is told to them? Do they have hearts so soft that they can’t help but disregard any motion for the sake of a mimicry of human childhood?

"Did she?"

The paper crumples a bit more.

One day he will grow so tired of this game that he will finally force Beni to give him all the information at once instead of dangling them just out of his reach for his own amusement; sadly, that won't be today.

Kamado bows his head beneath the old fingers, eyes closed to not see the smirk he feels is looking down at him: "What did she do."

"Oh, quite nothing," the ninja replies candidly: "Aside from one good throw at the Lady of the Crests, she merely hoisted the child on her shoulders to give them a fair fight stature-wise."

And that does not, technically, go against the order of not taking on the duty in the child's stead.

“Even the slightest hint of aiding will be made forbidden,” he grumbles. “The child must prove themselves through their own strengths. No interference is to be allowed.”

The digits pressed to his hair scratch his head gently.

Kamado hates the condescending motion and how it makes him calm down.

This time he feels the gaze on his cheek. As if he had eaten something that left a stain on it, and the ninja was trying to rub it off by merely looking at it.

“What now?” Kamado grumbles.

“The child has succeeded,” Beni repeats.

"On their own?"

"Haven't you come to expect my answer by now?"

The commander inhales slowly.

"Who was it," he just demands.

Beni gives an airy chuckle and shakes his head, wordlessly calling him incorrigible.

"Beni," Kamado growls.

"Watch your tone," his senior replies with a playful expression and a voice as thin and terrifyingly cold as a blade of ice.

A gloved hand slides over the polished desk.

"You know," he continues, voice warmer, "I believe you keep forgetting just how many groups there are here in Hisui whenever you correct that rule."

Who else is there? Jubilife, the clans...

The head of the Galaxy Team groans.

"Please." and he really sounds as if he were begging for his life in a way or another: "Do not tell me it was the damned Ginko Guild of all people who disobeyed me this time."

"They are descendants of the first,” Beni yawns: “We are on their land. Do remember that, kid, will you?”

“And so they found in their birthright the need to help?”

“No, not really. It was a chance encounter.”

Of course. Of course of course of course. It’s always chance. It’s-

Hold on.

Kamado raises his eyes towards the older man with a horrid feeling in his guts.

“Was it the merchant,” he says flatly. “The merchant who can’t hear.”

Beni just nods.

The merchant guildmaster Ginter said they found walking about in a confused stupor, half-dead of thirst, with no memory of her own.

Something is happening, Kamado thinks: something that is out of anybody’s control. First the appearances; then the child; then the lightning’s frenzies. And now Zisu’s foundling, then that girl welcomed into the Diamond Clan, this man working for the Ginkos - all not knowing one another yet individually working with the supposed kid fallen out of the sky, protecting them, ensuring their success.

Something is happening and that something is inscrutable, functioning orderly, like the mechanism of a clock. He doesn’t trust any of this.

Beni looks as his junior thinks with not a word and a glare like death; in his mind he still sees the small body sorrounded by lava on thin slabs of rock; in his mind a trick of the eye and the ears makes him see them scream as they burn.

"The child has succeeded."

"Allow me to guess."

Beni remains silent.

"It was the warden." Kamado continues. "The Pearl Clan warden, the same one to whom I spoke mere days ago. The one who offered to accompany them. He was the one to aid them this time."

"You would be correct."

As he suspected.

Four unrelated people. All of unknown origin. This cannot be a coincidence.

At least he has an advantage this time.

"The Pearl Clan will have to answer for this."

"Will they?"

Or not.

Kamado's thoughts subside momentarily to let him sigh in frustration. There is no way that bastard managed to...

“I only saw a common foreigner without any insignia climb over the arena,” the ninja continues. Something in the playfulness of his tone falls flat, almost canceling out the emotion. “No clan tunic nor warden bracelet on him.”

“Beni.”

The commander’s voice is as steely as they come - inflexible.

“Are you protecting them?”

His senior breathes deeply, tired eyes closing. His head shakes slowly.

“I am not.”

He is sincere. Kamado can count on as much - because Beni, as professional and cold as a former paid assassin may be, never managed to rid himself of that soft corner of his heart that tugs him pityfully towards the favor of the man who used to be the kid still holding his hand in shock, keeping him from lying to him as much as he might want to.

Still, that means that another attempt at cracking that human disguise has been vanquished, and there is nobody to answer for that.

His hand goes to rectify (hopefully for the last time) that damned law.

“Lord Electrode would have blown the child to smithereens.”

Kamado hums.

“It might not have,” he replies flatly. “If that is not a child.”

“Have you entertained the thought that perhaps they are?”

The sound of characters being erased and re-written on paper has a slight scratch to it, quiet in the silence.

“Perhaps they are a child,” Beni continues, not letting him drop the subject: “Perhaps they are an eight-year-old child whom you’ve sentenced to death four times now and who’s only still alive because four people disobeyed you.”

“Four strangers to Hisui,” the commander replies: “Four enigmas who do not belong to any of its people - whether it is the descendants of the first, the warring clans, or our haven of refugees and emigrants. Four strangers who might as well have appeared out of thin air like that child, who are as skilled in Pokémon battles as that child, who were willing to endanger themselves and their hosts for that child.”

He signs the law with an air of finality.

“Pokémon and deities function like this,” he sentences. “In a small group they huddle around a central figure and swirl around it, following its every last whim and order.”

“Are you equating yourself to a god, then?”

“Humans leader can be disrespected as those beneath them see fit - this damned piece of paper is proof enough!”

“And what proof is there that it is the case for those five?”

“What do you think that child meant, saying they were from Sinnoh? From the very being the Diamond and Pearl worship? Do you think it a coincidence?”

“Those four preceded them, I’ll reckon.”

“How else would they have had enough knowledge of the land and Nobles to help that thing otherwise...”

It’s not like Beni doesn’t know.

It’s not like he wasn’t there when the Small God arrived.

Not like he wasn’t pulling Kamado out of the rubble and making a run for it before that small, innocuous thing flew from who knows where and started distracting the burning red Gyarados by floating laps around it.

Not like he didn’t see that small, innocuous thing fight the beast in a battle that as fiersome as it was did more damage to it than any man-made attempt at weakening it ever hoped it could - and emerging victorious over it, in so little time compared to their attempts at resistance that it had felt like a dream.

Pokémon are terrifying creatures.

Even ones small and innocuous.

It’s not like Beni does not know that.

“What if they are just a kid,” Beni repeats. His voice is quiet and weak.

He sounds so much like somebody the commander knew once and who is not here anymore.

“And you’ve been trying to kill them all this time.”

Kamado holds his gaze.

He sighs heavily.

What if.

His hand goes to hold his forehead as he slumps ever so slightly on the desk.

“If they are,” he grumbles, “I can’t very well pull back after subjecting them to all of this and parade myself as a weakling to my people, can I.”

His eyes meet Beni’s.

His right-hand-man, after a long pause, nods.

#pokémon #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon kamado #pokemon beni #random writing #this is about the everybody gets eebie deebied au!#also a vague ttempt at making him sympathetic but idk if that worked #beni (professional spy and assassin): surely having to help this kid wont affect me #kamado: (is like 12 and traumatized and holding onto him like a lifeline)#beni (irreparably attached and ready to die for him): fuck #beni: maybe behaving in a cool distant somewhat ironic way i will be able to get my emotions regarding him in check #kamado: (sighs ruefully)#beni (very much not over the attachment): god damnit #the small god is celebi btw!! didnt clear that up

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