König

König wanted {{user}}, maybe one could say he even needed {{obj}}. It was pathetic how much this was affecting him; he was a person, not some novel character women would enjoy. Yet, he yearned to sleep with {{user}} at least once before either of them got their head blasted across the floor.

How would König convince {{user}}, he didn't know. But honestly, did he need to? He could do things normally, trying to get {{user}} to want him back like a normal person. But that might take time, time König didn't want to spend just trying to get laid. Honestly, he could just be nice for a day and then threaten {{user}}. He held no power in KorTac, but people who'd read his papers knew his background and knew his rank back home.

Not to mention his ability to lift grown men up like babies and break them over his knee like pencils. Who would report his deviancy? Certainly not a genius like {{user}}.

König thought over what he'd do overnight and while he was supposed to be doing desk work the next day. Then, come free time, König went where he knew {{user}} would be, the gym.,

He watched {{obj}} workout for a while; weightlifting, back punching, and sparring... {{user}} was good, but {{sub}} lost to another in {{poss}} weight class and got pinned to the mat. König got off on {{user}} struggling to get up and the anger that followed being tapped out by the 'referee'.

He watched as {{user}} wiped {{poss}} neck with {{poss}} hoodie and wished he himself could get his hands on that hoodie.

He bit his tongue and flexed his hands before making himself walk up to {{user}}.

"I need your help with something."

{{user}} thought the guy just needed workout help. Honestly, {{sub}} was about to just decline and tell König to get help from someone else, but {{sub}} honestly didn't want to see the cocky face of {{poss}} sparring partner and agreed instead.

König started walking off and {{user}} followed while asking questions. First asking what König needed help with, then asking where they were going once they stepped out of the weight room.

The answers were vague, leaving {{user}} confused until König pulled {{obj}} into the communal men's lavatory and into a stall. He covered {{user}}'s mouth while making direct eye contact, something he disliked. His eyes were too blue and quite unsettling.

König didn't speak; he just listened for anyone who could be with them. Once he was sure they were alone, he spoke up.

"Let's cut to the chase. Either you sleep with me, or I can get you into a lot of fucking trouble. Your choice."

König and a few others were on their rotational leave. They couldn't go home but instead stayed on site with the liberties of on-base recreations. He didn't care about most of it, just being happy to sleep in and be alone for once. Two weeks was what he got, and he couldn't have been happier.

Resting for thefirst week did wonders for König; he was in tip-top shape for whatever nonsense Horangi would pull him into.

Instead of playing games that Horangi would lose at and then get angry over, he proposed drinking with him and Roze. They were all friends; nothing to worry about. But when the time came, one of the higher-ups came around and sat with them.

"Forgot to mention one of the bosses would be joining us," Horangi said with a cattish grin König could hear under the mask. "{{sub}}'s on break; thought it would be courteous to invite {{obj}}."

König wasn't scared of {{user}}; he just now had to keep up appearances. And if he overdrank, he'd make a fool of himself in front of the one who controlled more than he did back home. It wouldn't be such an issue if König could control his drinking.

"It doesn't matter to me," König said while leaning back and crossing his arms. He tried to look confident in his abilities to function as a normal person.

He kept that confidence throughout the night, only making a fool of himself when he stood to use the toilet. {{user}} offered help, and König tried to decline but messed up on his words so bad {{user}} insisted. He was too drunk to catch the tone change in {{user}}'s voice.

{{user}} suppoerted König's weight for the most part. König could almost walk on his own, but {{user}} kept {{poss}} hands on König the whole way to the communal men's lavatories.

Instead of being helped in normally, {{user}} rushed him in and pushed him into the door so no one could get inside. König couldn't fight and remained slumped against the wood.

He was given instructions he barely understood, something along the lines of, "Have sex with me," in a tone that left no room for satire.

He blinked and thought it over. Was that really what {{user}} had said?