He… He had done it.
Commander Peepers smiled proudly to himself as he made it down the halls of the skull vesile, walking in the most swaggering manner he could muster. He was ecstatic, he was delighted- and he didn't care WHO knew! The watchdog had worked hard for his greatest victory, after all.
Peepers stopped in the halls as he thought about his triumph once more, smiling to himself all the while. Yet again he had been placed in charge of conquering and adding a new planet to his lordship's Hater Empire. Ligon had been a formidable kingdom- its rule holding all nearby planets under it and making it practically impossible to penetrate their forces.
"Practically" being the keyword.
No, it was challenging, but the watchdog commander was intelligent just as much as he was stubborn. It had taken plan after scrapped plan, many a sleepless night stayed up to revise and edit, before he had been able to calculate a way through Ligon's defenses. Starting at the planets with the weakest defenses and working his way from one to the other- until Peepers led his troops to OBLITERATE what was left of them.
And Ligon had crumbled.
The watchdog shook his head, focusing back on his current mission- to tell Lord Hater of the wonderful news. Peepers felt a warmth and giddiness take over him as he started making his way towards the observation deck- where he knew the overlord to be. Yes, this was it. Finally no screw ups, no set backs in the slightest. No, everything had gone perfectly according to plan.
And Peepers couldn't wait to see the pleased look on his boss' face.
"Alright, Peepers, this is it. What you've been waiting for. I can just see him now, maybe even THANKING me for a job well done!" He stopped outside the double doors, as he removed his helmet to give it a quick clean- sighing happily to himself all the while. "No, not only thank me- but PROMOTE me! I'll be back to being his number two again, just like it was BEFORE a certain- not to be named- horrible spider beast got into the picture. Just the two of us, on top of the universe!"
Hater was seated in his usual chair, facing away from the door, and he made no move to turn and look at Peepers when he entered. Despite Peepers' chipper mood, he couldn't help but feel slightly nervous at the dark room, and his boss' silence.
"Lord Hater, sir?" He tried keeping his voice confident, unperturbed, as he crossed the large room. "I am here to inform you that, after weeks of researching, planning, and conquering, we have finally succeeded in taking over Ligon! It, along with every planet previously under its rule, now belong to the Hater-" The words caught in his throat as he rounded the chair, and saw his boss slumped, arms crossed, glowering out the window at his newly acquired planet.
"Empire. Sir? Is something wrong?"
Hater continued to stare out the window. He seemed to be letting the uncomfortable silence stretch out intentionally. Finally he spoke, eyes not leaving the window.
"Peepers. Tell me what you see out there."
The commander turned and looked down at the planet. Large statues of Lord Hater's visage and flags that bore the Empire's logo jutted up from the surface in every direction. What, had they overdone it?
"Umm... a successfully conquered planet?" He smiled hopefully at his boss and gave a thumbs up. "Maybe a promotion in my near future?" he mumbled.
"Oh, really? Because all I see is green! Green everywhere! Peepers, WHO was in charge of the new flag design!" At least the overlord was looking at him now, but the fire in his eyes made him wish he wasn't.
"Um... who knows?" The commander shrugged and chuckled nervously. It had been Peepers. But he wasn't about to admit that now.
Hater stood up from his chair, and loomed menacingly over his third in command.
"Do you know what green reminds me of, Peepers?" His tone was calm, but Peepers had known Hater long enough to understand that meant nothing good. He said nothing, and settled on shaking his head.
"Wander!" Hater bellowed. At the mention of that name, all of Peepers' fear and nervousness was swallowed up by a rising pillar of anger and jealousy in the pit of his stomach. "What makes you think that I want to be reminded of HIM, every time I look at my new planet? Huh, Peepers? WHAT!"
Commander Peepers took a deep breath. Calm down, Peepers. The promotion is worth it. He was proud of the professional tone that came out when he finally trusted himself to reply.
"Alright sir, no problem! I will get right on fixing those flags for you, and then we-"
"And speaking of Wander..." Hater began, cutting off his third in command.
"Aren't you always?" Peepers muttered. It went either unheard or ignored.
"WHY has there not been a force field installed around my new planets, to keep Wander and Sylvia from going down there and messing it all up!"
The watchdog stared as the skeleton continued to ramble- the anger he had been doing his best to suppress bubbling inside of him. Every word uttered by his boss just added fuel to his inner fire. Peepers glared, scrunching his pupil in resentment as his little body huffed and puffed- letting the bitterness completely burn him up inside.
"Not to mention, " Hater digressed, " I'm starting to even have second doubts on this place. This just LOOKS like a place the goody-goody would be drawn to! UGH, way to go Peepers, now you just gave me more hippie bait!"
Commander Peepers growled as he exploded at the much larger overlord- his anger practically propelling him into the air.
"ARE YOU FREAKEN SERIOUS?! Do YOU have ANY idea how much WORK I put into- OOOH, I can't even BELIEVE- YOU HAVE SOME NERVE!"
The watchdog couldn't even get himself to finish any of his thoughts, he was so furious. He gripped the side of his helmet as he stomped back and forth, continuing to shout all the while.
"The flags, the forcefield, YOUR OBSESSION WITH WANDER! I- CAN YOU JUST NOT!"
Hater flopped back down in his chair, completely unfazed by Peepers' little outburst, and began slurping soda loudly through a straw.
"Just admit it, Peepers, you do sloppy work." Hater replied, simply. Peepers' anger levels hit the danger mark and erupted.
"Sloppy? Sloppy! I'LL SHOW YOU SLOPPY!" the commander put everything he had into flipping over the small end table by Hater's chair, grunting with the effort, but to no avail. He settled for reaching up and smacking the soda out of Hater's hand, instead, and stomped away.
"AND WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" Hater roared behind him. Peepers didn't stop until he reached the door.
"I'm going out!" He yelled back.
"Out? I DEMAND you get me another soda! I ORDER it!" Hater boomed. Peepers opened the door, and glared daggers at his boss.
"I'm off the clock, you can get your OWN flargin' soda!" And with that, he slammed the door and stomped and grumbled all the way down to the loading dock, where there were sure to be a spare hovercraft. Angrily signing the release form- looking more like a scribble than his usual neat handwriting. It was only once he was in the hovercraft- getting ready to turn on the ignition- did it dawn on him what he had just done.
Peepers had yelled at Lord Hater. No, worse, he had physically assaulted his property and disrespected him. The watchdog squeaked as he SWORE he could hear the skeleton having a fit from there. What had he done? WAS HE COMPLETELY INSANE?
The third in command rested his head against the steering wheel as he sighed.
"Apparently. Great, way to go Peepers- you can kiss that promotion goodbye."
As well as potentially his life. The watchdog gulped, as he tried to come up with a game plan.
"Alright, this is noooo problem- nothing big here! You know how Hater is, give him some space for a few hours and he'll forget all about it. Nothing to worry about- everything will be alright! ….Right?"
Oh grod, he hoped so! Still, that left him with what he should do with himself. Peepers was still miffed, after all, not to mention being on the ship wasn't the best plan right now… Did he even HAVE a plan when he was screaming at his boss? 'Out', what did that even MEAN?! The commander continued to think it over, trying to think about where he COULD go.
Peepers eye opened widely in sudden realization, as he finally had an idea. Not even wasting more time, lest he be found and spotted, Peepers started up the spaceship as he flew off into the darkness of space.
"An out of the way, seedy bar, on a planet so obscure that no one I know could possibly see me here. Perfect!" Peepers voiced aloud, providing convenient exposition for no one but himself. He was pretty proud of himself for thinking about such a place; it would serve well to help him forget while he killed a few hours to let Hater cool off after his outburst.
He stepped inside, and was immediately bombarded with the sound of music that was too loud, and a mix of unsavory smells, namely B.O, booze, and cigar smoke. He squinted against the smoke that was already beginning to make his eye burn, and headed on inside. At least it was dark in here.
It took him a good twenty minutes just to climb up onto the barstool, and even then he found it difficult to see over the bar. Because of this, it took him another ten minutes to get the tender's attention. When asked what he was having, he read over the menu posted on the wall behind the bar; he had to be honest, he didn't drink often- and he certainly never drank in bars- so he had no idea what any of the drinks were.
"Try the amnesia blowout." A man beside him slurred. Or was that a woman? He really couldn't tell. "It'll make you forget your troubles... and your name." The man or woman then blacked out and toppled off the bar stool. The tender pressed a button on the wall, and a buff creature stepped out from what looked like a very small room, picked up the unconscious customer, and tossed them out the door, unkindly.
Peepers winced, before turning back to the bartender.
"Ah, heh, how… how about just some kanar."
He wanted to relax, not potentially die of liver failure.
The hefty bartender merely shrugged, before pulling out a twisted spiral bottle. The liquid inside glowed a neon blue, pouring out more like a syrup than any normal sort of liquid as it filled up the mug. The man then plucked out one of his feathers from the top of his head, before placing it in the glass as a garnish and scooting it in front of the watchdog.
"3 crystals for the kanar, pal."
Peepers stared at the drink for a moment before sighing, pulling out his wallet. Luckily he was covered for this kind of crazy currency. He paid for his liquor, and the tender instantly fluttered to the next buyer. The commander suppressed yet another sigh, as he removed the feather with a flick before hunching over the table as best he could. He eyed the drink, before looking around to see if anyone else had tested the thing. In fact, kanar seemed to be a popular beverage as many a glass was glowing blue around him. The watchdog took a taste test, expecting the worst.
What he didn't expect was the strong taste of raspberry.
"Hm, not bad!" As it should have been, considering the price of it. He nursed his drink for as long as he could, keeping a close watch on the clock, watching the minutes tick by. Only forty of them had passed before his glass was empty. There was no way Hater had forgotten to be angry already. Peepers ordered a second one.
A second turned into a third, a third into a fourth. After a while, Peepers wasn't watching the clock anymore, mostly due to not being able to see it clearly anymore. He threw back the last of his fourth and ordered a fifth, and pulled out his wallet, only to find it empty. Well grop. The bartender gave him a disgusted look and turned away with the drink.
"Whoa, hold up there, dude, bring that bev back, I'll cover it."
Peepers spun around, the world seeming to spin with it from the booze, and looked up in horror and shock when he saw none other than Emperor Awesome standing over him, grinning.
Well, it was official; the night could not possibly get any worse.
"Hey there Commander Peeps! What's Lord Bonehead's right hand butt kisser doing in a place like this?"
On second thought.
Peepers squinted his eye at the overgrown fishstick, before turning back around to slump on the table and do his best to show him how much he didn't want the emperor's company.
"Trying to be alone. LOOK, can we just PLEASE not do this? I am REALLY not in the mood."
The watchdog closed his eye, trying his hardest to ignore the feeling of a pair of eyes against his backside. He opened it back up again, however, when the commander felt the sensation of an arm brushing against his person as Awesome took the seat right next to him. Peepers glared at him as the shark-man signal the bartender.
"Yo, max, triple the order- bro's gotta sitch here!"
"I… I THOUGHT I just said-!"
"Not to mess with you. Yeah, I heard ya, man. But I ain't just gonna leave a lil' dude hanging when there is obvs something killing your vibes. Give me the deets, Peeps. What's gotcha all the way out here? Totes know this ain't your scene."
Peepers scoffed, and rolled his eye.
"Like I'd tell you anything."
Then again, when would he get the chance again to have someone listen to him whine without paying them to do so? He averted his gaze to his drink- courtesy of Awesome- running a finger over the rim, distractedly.
"Guess I'm just feeling a little... under appreciated." He mumbled. He heard Awesome make a sound of understanding.
"Ah, not feelin' the love, gotcha. Understandable, considering who you work for. Mister Heartless himself, am I right?"
Peepers glared at the bar table. Yeah, he was right. Too right. And maybe he had used more appropriate wording, as well.
"I just... a 'good job, Commander Peepers!', or maybe even a, 'I couldn't have done it without you, Peepers!' once in a while would be nice, y'know? Instead of whining that the FLAGS are the wrong color, like an immature little-" Peepers cut himself off, as both hands balled into tight fists on top of the bar.
"Seriously, dude? Why are you still working for that guy? If I was in your shoes, I would totally dump his sorry butt."
"You would?"
"Like that." Awesome snapped his fingers. The watchdog sipped his drink, thoughtfully. It wasn't that easy, was it? Somewhere along the way, his need to be recognized for being a good commander had turned into a yearning for a different type of recognition. One that only Lord Hater would ever be able to give him. Peepers sighed, and hung his head.
"I can't." He admitted, shamefully. Awesome didn't reply. An oddly comfortable silence settled over the two of them. The commander was about to thank the guy for the drink, when the shark man spoke up again.
"So uh, when's the last time you got laid, brah?"
Peepers coughed as he accidentally inhaled some of his drink. After he'd expelled the burning liquid from his lungs, he shot a wild glare up at Awesome, who was smirking.
"What?! That is NONE of your business, you creep!"
He suddenly wished he had enough booze in his glass to throw in his face, or better yet, his blaster. Awesome chuckled, and shrugged.
"Guess it's been a while, huh? Hard to believe there, Peeps; head commander of an army? Confidence where it counts? I guess Hatey really does keep you on a short leash, huh?"
If looks could kill, Peepers' glare would have bore straight through Awesome's skull.
"Are you FLIRTING with me now? Well back off, pal, I would have to be pretty drunk to-"
"How drunk are we talkin here, little man?"
"Try unconscious!" Peepers spat. When the guy laughed at him, in only made him angrier.
"I would, but nah, that ain't my style. All joking aside though, Commander Peeps; if you need a safe place to crash for the night, my place is open. Obligation-free! Just a place to crash."
The watchdog glowered at the emperor- that smug and confident smile still on the shark-man's face. Peepers rolled his eye, instead staring at the blue of his kanar. Who did he think the commander was? Just some floozy he could just buy a drink for and woo them onto his ship? Or whatever the man's motives were- free place his kiester. Nothing in life was ever free, and especially not for somebody that worked for your rival's army. Why, if Lord Hater heard about this, he would have his-?!
Another painge to his small evil heart sent Peepers instinctually grabbing for his chest. Lord Hater was the problem here. And while his drinking was supposed to make him forget his troubles, instead the watchdog was now dwelling on it more. Hurt and anger swirled around inside him, as he realized he wasn't anywhere close to being ready to going back to the skull ship. Hater was there. Being underappreciated was there. Feeling alone and rejected in every way possible-
Peepers sighed, forcing himself to get away from his dire thoughts. He eyed the kanar once more, noticing how low his glass was. The commander, after a few more moments, spoke up again- refusing to look at Awesome.
"Throw in another drink or two, and I just might consider taking you up on that offer…"
Awesome let out a hearty chuckle, and pounded a fist on the bar. "You heard the little man, Max! Two more for the lucky commander!"
"Lucky. Right." Peepers mumbled.
Two drinks later, Peepers stumbled out of the bar, Awesome right behind him- mostly to keep him from falling over.
"So, where are you-" Peepers' eye shot open wide when he saw the ship that was so huge it took up most of the parking lot. "...parked. Never mind."
The inside of the ship was... not what he was used to, but it didn't surprise him, either. The colors were brighter, and in truth, the ship itself was brighter. Having an eyeball for a head made Peepers suddenly appreciate Hater's dimly lit ship. The commander stumbled forward, and would have face planted if Awesome hadn't reached down and caught him, scooping him up into his arms.
"Whoa, I gotcha."
Somewhere, distantly, a voice in Peepers' mind was screaming at him that this was humiliating. But he was past shame at this point, and allowed himself to be carried deeper into the impressive ship.
The next thing he knew, he was dropped onto a very cushy bed. The watchdog raised his head and blinked at Awesome, who was busy undressing. The emperor caught the accusing look, and grinned at him.
"Relax, bro. Just getting into something more comfortable; I'll crash on the couch tonight." He'd stripped down to his underwear, and pulled out a luxurious robe from the closet, and put it on. Peepers watched all of this from the corner of his eye- taking off his boots and helmet to get ready for bed. It didn't take long, and Peepers' crossed his arms over his small frame and waited as Awesome headed for the door, stopped, and turned back toward him.
"So, I'll be a total gentleman here and only ask once; you need help with that, Peeps?"
Peepers' confusion showed clearly on his face. "Help? With what? Sleeping? Think I got that covered, thanks." He replied sarcastically. When Awesome only grinned wider instead of leaving, Peepers did his best to give a "you can go now" glare.
"You sure you have EVERYTHING covered, little man?"
Slowly, Peepers' foggy mind allowed him to become aware of an uncomfortable... his gaze trailed down to his lap and he yelped, grabbing a pillow from behind him to cover up his shame.
"Don't sweat it, bro, I'm used to having that effect on people." Awesome's half-lidded gaze did nothing to help the growing tightness in the watchdog's suit, as Peepers' pressed the pillow deeper into his crotch. The shark-man came closer, eventually sitting next to the smaller blushing commander. Awesome continued with smugness. "Though, usually I'm actually TRYING to get them hot n' bothered at the time. Yeah, I was totally right 'bout you needing some action- just didn't realize it was THIS bad."
"I… I'm FINE! It was… I'm… It's the alcohol! That's it! Alcohol does that… right?"
Peepers couldn't remember any studies or any articles he had read one way or the other. But he preferred it way more than the thought that he was noticing the exposed bit of chest of the larger man because he thought Emperor Awesome was genuinely attractive. Or the fact that if he squinted, just the tiniest bit, he could easily see the bulky mass as the shape of a certain skeletal overlord. Oh, for grops sake, maybe he shouldn't have had those few extra drinks.
None of this went unnoticed by the emperor. He laughed lightly, more jovial than mean spirited, as he leaned closer down to the watchdog's level. He placed an arm on either side the water bed, Peepers still having his space as Awesome waggled his brows.
"Sure, man. We can totes go with that. Though, that doesn't really answer my question: you need help or what, bruh? I'd be a bad host if I didn't help make you comfortable."
Peepers was silent as he weighed his options. On one hand, no matter how drunk he was, he still had his self respect, and being one of Awesome's floozies he brought home from a bar wouldn't do much good for his reputation or his self image. On the other hand...
Awesome was right; between work and and being, admittedly, a little awkward on the subject, it had been a long time since he'd had any real action. Self play or otherwise. It probably wasn't healthy, and besides... this might be as close to getting with his boss as he'd ever get.
Peepers turned toward the man beside him, shooting him a well aimed glare.
"If anyone, and I mean anyone, finds out about this, I will see to it myself that the Awesome Empire becomes the Empire of sushi."
Oh, that was terrible. Now he remembered why he didn't drink.
"Tall order from you, short stuff." Awesome smirked. He scooped Peepers up, flopped down on the bed, and dropped the smaller guy on top of his stomach. "But you got it, these lips are sealed. So, how do you like it, Peeps?"
"...Like?"
Awesome's grin only widened.
"Yeah, how you like it? What's your game? Oral? Toys? Missionary? Doggy style? Bruh, I always pegged you as having a domination kink, personally. With maybe a side of humiliation."
Peepers was already starting to regret everything. He didn't feel comfortable with the fact the shark-man had even put thought into his sex life- who even DOES that?! He was about to just call everything off, demand Awesome leave- even if it WAS his room and ship- when the commander was startled by a hand cupping his face. Next thing he knew, the emperor's lips were just inches away from the walking eyeball.
"Well, how about we just let your Brosideon surprise you then. Holla when you like something."
Greedy red lips collided with the watchdog's face as he began to plant kisses on him. He kissed long and hard, the very act stealing the commander's breath away. Oh, okay, so maybe that wasn't so bad- it didn't completely surprise Peepers that he would be skilled at making out. That didn't mean anything, anyway. The watchdog was just… starve for attention, yeah! It meant nothing, all of this meant nothing. Peepers sighed as he closed his eye, pretending that he was kissing back boney teeth instead of the lush lips.
Disappointment gnawed at him when the kiss ended too soon. He opened his eye and immediately wished he hadn't. Awesome was wearing that smartass smirk he'd grown to despise.
"I did not peg you as the type to enjoy that sort of thing, though." He teased. Peepers glowered.
"Oh, shut up. Let's just get this over with already." the commander mumbled, tugging his uniform pants down over his hips. Awesome raised an amused brow.
"So soon? Heh, not much for foreplay, huh? It's cool."
It took a moment for the world to catch back up with him, as the shark man lifted him up, spun around, and plopped him down on his back on the bed. His head was spinning from the booze induced fog, and he squinted at the emperor looming over him.
Awesome slid down his own undergarments, his leopard print thong sliding down his toned thighs. A mixture of fear, regret, and panic was enough to bring Peepers back to reality, if only momentarily; what he was gawking at wasn't only monstrous by watchdog standards, but there were two of them. And by the looks of it, neither of them were even fully erect yet.
Peepers scrambled backwards, until his back was pressed up against the pillows and the headboard of Awesome's bed. He was sputtering and trying to find the words that would get him out of this nightmare. In a flash, those lips from earlier were pressed up against his face, and his fear melted into something else entirely.
"I told you, Peeps, you gotta relax." Awesome cooed, his lips no longer on him, but his breath hot on his skin.
Peepers was beginning to think this wasn't the first time someone had freaked out over seeing the shark-man expose himself. Embarrassment over how he reacted tickled on the surface of the commander's mind, before he was distracted by the tanned hands slipping their smooth fingers under his uniform's top. Peepers held his breath- suddenly having trouble remembering to do the act of breathing at all- as curious hands felt and explored his much smaller frame. They trailed up his sides, grazing his ribs before swirling over his nipples and chest. Fingers found themselves caressing the watchdog's midriff before stopping just where Peepers' elastic of his boxers were.
"Ya know," Awesome said calmly, as he teased around the area- sometimes slipping a finger under the fabric of the watchdog's underwear, "as the brofessor of all things love making, I think I can get away with a lil' lesson here. Sex 101: Sex is great- but only if you do it right. It's an artform just like any other. You can't just rush it and get down straight to the dirty tangos- though, let me tell ya, totes have been REALLY into the moment before and had some quickies. But even those got a rhythm to 'em, you know? You gotta stop and feel the babe out- lit like- and get 'em ready to REALLY party."
Peepers glared, very much aware of just how constricted his nether region was beginning to feel.
"You just really like the sound of your own voice, don't you?"
"You know it."
"Well do you mind shutting up and just getting ON with it, already? Sometime this century and before I start getting back to my senses, would be nice!"
There was a chuckle, but not an unkind one.
"Ouch, bro. You saying you're going to regret this in the morning?" Two fingers hooked the elastic holding Peepers boxers in place, and the commander sighed contentedly despite himself as his erection was freed from its cloth confinements. He made a mental note to be embarrassed about it later.
"Regret isn't a strong enough word for the dread and shame I'll be living with for a while." He replied, his tone lazy and without its usual biting edge. Awesome scoffed and leaned forward, and for a moment, Peepers thought he was going to kiss him again. Instead, he reached over to the dresser, opened the drawer, and pulled out a bottle.
"Trust me, if anything, spending a night with Emperor Awesome and his amazing twins will UP your street cred."
"Uh huh." Peepers was too busy watching Awesome squirt a fruity smelling goo onto two of his fingers, and rubbing it around with his thumb, to be listening to what he was saying. He continued to watch as the emperor held up one of the slicked fingers, and grinned widely at him.
"We'll start you off nice and easy. If you can handle these-" he wiggled his fingers, "then maybe you can try these." He pointed to his groin.
The commander eyed the members a bit wearily, though even he was aware of his own intrigue. What the heck would one of those even FEEL like? Could he even… Watchdogs weren't really made to be stretched that much... He chose to ignore the fact he had been staring at Awesome's crotch for far longer than he should have- as he tore his gaze away towards the emperor's flirtatious and equally proud looking expression.
Grod, Peepers hated that guy!
Though, apparently not enough, as he felt excitement tingle through him at the sight of the fingers nearing his private area. Awesome spread open the commander's legs, his left hand cupping Peepers' inner thigh. He didn't give much of a warning before lightly circling the watchdog's entrance- in no way planning on penetrating him with his thick digits just yet. Still, the commander squirmed from the sensation- his ever anal self tightening his anus every time a finger ran across it.
Awesome, not stopping his task, began speaking in a soft voice.
"Shh, chill bro. RELAX. Dude, I knew you were a tight ass, but this is ridiculous."
Peepers shot the other man an unimpressed glare.
"I've never done this kind of thing before, okay?" he mumbled. Awesome raised a brow and smirked. "I meant with a guy!" the commander snapped, reading that look easily.
"Hey, I ain't here to judge, little man. Let me try something here." He ran a slicked thumb up the underside of Peepers' erection, and his smirk grew into a grin when he heard his breath hitch. He repeated the motion, and with each stroke, he could feel his sphincter muscle relaxing more and more. There was a short, involuntary whine when the stroking stopped.
"You ain't getting off that easily." Awesome teased, and shoved a finger into Peepers' anus. The watchdog flinched violently and screamed, more from surprise than actual discomfort. The muscles instantly tightened around Awesome's digit.
"Dude. What did I just tell you about relaxing?"
"You just shoved your finger up my ass!" Peepers yelled back at him. "There is nothing relaxing about that!"
It was difficult to keep from laughing, but Awesome managed. When he trusted himself to open his mouth without doing so, he replied.
"If you don't relax, it's going to hurt. A lot. So what's it gonna be?"
Peepers glared, like Zyncronian Hell was he going to let his boss' rival hurt him! Putting his pride to the side, the watchdog took in a deep breath- a relaxing technique he found himself using more and more over the years- before exhaling slowly. Relax, Peepers- what are you so… pardon the phrasing, uptight about? Relax and feel, just relax and feel. The mantra to himself was working, as he felt himself calm down. Awesome took this as an invitation to continue, as his thick finger began moving once more. It started slow, getting the commander used to the movement and size more than anything else. When the shark-man noted the slight movement of the watchdog moving with the thrusts, that was when he switched things up- twirling his wrist every time he entered Peepers. His thumb massaging the smooth skin of the commander's testicles.
Awesome smiled to himself as he took Peepers' pleasurable grunting as doing a good job. He would have to remember to high five himself later over the success. However, instead, the emperor decided that the little dude was ready to try another finger. Peepers moaned and tightened himself- his toes curling into the blue silk sheets.
Oh HO, so he WAS starting to get the hang of things!
"I think you're ready to move on up to the big boys." Awesome purred. Peepers' eye shot open when he felt the bed shift. The fingers were removed, and something else pressed up against his back entrance. He clenched by reflex, and had to force himself to relax again.
The commander stared at the double dongs, and they stared back at him. He swallowed the lump in his throat, and tried calming down his rapidly beating heart. Breath. Breathing was important. His eye shot up to Awesome's face.
"You're not... I mean, I don't think I can..."
The emperor chuckled, reading the panicked little watchdog loud and clear.
"Nah, don't sweat it, bro. We'll take it one at a time; every party needs a bouncer."
Still, Peepers found himself nervous all the same. Was he really prepared for this? Did Awesome even supply him with enough lubrication for such a- oh. The watchdog watched as the shark-man poured lube onto his hands- notably far more than he had used for his fingers earlier- as he lathered the fruity gel. The scent of cherry was heavy in the air, almost a bit obnoxious as the commander noted how fitting it seemed in association with the emperor. However, he didn't dawdle too much on the thought, as the squishing noises of lube meeting flesh was enough to distract him. Peepers watched, flustered as he found himself paying far too much attention to Awesome's attentive actions. The shark-man pumped his tan hands over his dicks, both of the blue twins getting equal attention as he looked down at his bad boys with a fond grin. Awesome tore his eyes away as he felt the watchdog's gaze on him, and OH did Peepers' LOATH himself for the involuntary twitch his member gave over the pursed smug lips curling at him.
Remember, Commander Peepers, you aren't attracted to him. It's the fact you're about to.. to… OH, he couldn't even make himself finish the thought! Nor did he have the time to, as Emperor Awesome had just finished lathering himself up. He grabbed onto one of his shafts, as he leaned over and aimed the purple head towards the watchdog's puckered hole. Peepers forced himself to breathe, as he took in the sensation of the cock pressed- but not yet entering him. This was it wasn't it? This was the moment- make or break. He was either going to be in a world of pleasure or a world of pain. He closed his eyes in anticipation as he waited….
When the waiting took far longer than he thought it was supposed to, Commander Peepers opened his squinted eye to look up at the shark-man above him.
"Uh," Peepers' began, confused by the grin on Awesome's face, "aren't you going to… to… well, you know."
The fact the watchdog couldn't even say it was enough to make the emperor break out into mirth. Pulling his dick away as he laughed.
"Dude, I'm surprised you were actually going to let me do it too. Not that I blame you for wanting to take a ramburglar for a ride- totally can't. But… Peeps, even you gotta know I would have ripped you in half."
"I… I…" Peepers blushed in embarrassment, before finding himself getting angry over the teasing. " Then why the hell did you stick your fingers up my ass then if you weren't going to-?!"
"Had to make it believable. Besides... you can't tell me you didn't enjoy it." Peepers' flush and refusal to look at him told him plenty. But it took Awesome by surprise when the little commander sat up, and made a move to get off the bed. With one finger, he pushed him back down onto the bed, and this earned him a fiery glare.
"What the flarg is your problem!" Peepers shouted, angrily. "Haven't you humiliated me enough? The joke's over, ha ha, Peepers is a desperate loser, lesson learned!"
That smug grin faltered and for the first time since Peepers cared to remember, there flashed genuine guilt across his face. That slick smile was back soon enough, though absent was the taunting smugness that had been there all night up until now.
"Naw, bro, you got me all wrong! I still fully intend to help you out, little man. There are other ways of riding this totally Awesome wave, y'know."
The painful throbbing was starting to get to be too much, and Peepers, at this point, felt maybe it would be easier and less humiliating to just take care of it himself. And yet, as the emperor leaned over him, he found his body was unwilling to flee.
Awesome took the commander's deadpan expression- as well as the fact he hadn't tried to escape again- as a sign of interest. Good. Nobody was allowed to leave the Emperor's crib WORSE than when they came in. Bad for his rep, after all. So with that, the shark-man cupped his hand around Peepers' little commander- giving it a test squeeze and liking the nasally gasp it created- as he positioned his crotch with that of the watchdog's. Taking Peepers' penis, he placed them in between his technicolor twins before wrapping a hand around the packages. He gave a wink at the smaller male's confused expression, before beginning to jack all three off.
"Oh, sweet betsy!" Peepers cried out, surprised by the sensation.
While they were nowhere near the same sizes, the commander fit right into place as a missing puzzle piece to a flesh made jigsaw. Peepers gasped from the friction, from the warmth, as he lost himself to the pleasure. It was surprisingly easy to translate the fleshy hand to that of a boney gloved one- not being the first time the suppressed commander had to imagine something of the sort. And yet, with the fact it was somebody else touching him… Peepers took a backseat as his fantasy took over.
He was no longer on Awesome's ship, but in the familiar bedroom of the skeletal overlord. The silk sheets under him became cotton. And the groans… the groans of his easily mixing with the raspy grunts of Hater's as his boss put everything into showing his third in command just how much he appreciated him. Up and down, his grip tight as he continued to pump him with just as much excitement as when the overlord was racing the clock to beat his video games. He could just SEE the jutted jaw extended with smugness as he knew he had the power to do all of this to the pathetic watchdog. Because that's what he was, pathetic and weak whenever he was around him. And oh, oh he didn't mind it. He didn't mind it at all as long as he continued to touch him like that!
Small hands clutched at the pillow behind his head as the pressure steadily grew, though his eye was shut tightly, he could see his boss' piercing eyes watching him, waiting for that inevitable release that would mark his victory. This was one situation his third- hell, this was his fantasy- second in command, would not let him down in.
And then it hit all at once. His hips jerked, his back arched, and he cried out as months of pent up sexual frustration erupted from his nether regions.
"Oh, s-sir!"
It was easy to imagine all of that had come from himself, and was more fitting to the situation taking place in his head. He could feel his whole chest covered in it, even through his uniform. He just laid there, limply, enjoying the calm, electric air of afterglow. It was... quiet.
Why was it so quiet?
Peepers' eye opened a crack, and squinted against the bright lights of- oh. This wasn't Hater's bedroom. This was... grop. His eye shot open the rest of the way when he heard a barely contained snicker.
"'Sir', huh? So formal, considering, dude."
The watchdog looked up at the shark-man that was over him- suddenly feeling more trapped than he did just a mere moment prior. Peepers' stared into those dark eyes- a glimmer of understanding and something else just lingering underneath their inky pools. But his grin- that lipstick coated sharptooth grin looked fierce to him- as if he was suddenly going to rip the commander to shreds.
And it was in that moment that Commander Peepers realized how dangerous it was to be swimming in shark infested waters- Awesome knew. He knew what he had been fantasizing, he knew what the watchdog really wanted. And, even worse, he now knew why he had been so upset.
Peepers just prayed he could worm his way out of his impending doom, before the shark emperor decided to feed.