Back in Zone 1, Dedan was used to being the biggest, toughest thing around. No complaints there. If anything, he reveled in the way he towered over his timid underlings, the way they cringed when he bellowed abuse at them. As an added bonus, people generally didn't fuck with you when they knew you could rip them in half like a piece of wet tissue paper.
So why the hell were his feelings doing a complete 180 now?
Stupid fatass, he thought, shifting impatiently in his seat as he waited for said stupid fatass to finish advising the Elsen who'd come in with a status report from Zone 3's sugar refinery. It wasn't just that this little meeting was taking forever, oh no. Simple boredom couldn't account for the hot prickling he felt deep in his belly when he watched Enoch interact with his own tiny workers.
Enoch didn't raise his voice with his Elsens. Ever. He didn't need to. His natural tone, a rumble that managed to sound both calm and so deep it was nearly bone-rattling, reminded Dedan of distant thunder, as if the guardian himself were a force of nature no one with a functioning brain would dare provoke. Enoch was immense, powerful, terrifying without even trying, and fuck if it didn't turn Dedan on more than anything else ever had.
No, it didn't make sense, but try telling that to his stupid dick. Every time, every fucking time he had to come to Zone 3 on some errand or diplomatic visit and wound up stuck in a room with Enoch, his body seemed to tell him, "Whoops, looks like it's pop-a-massive-boner o'clock. Good luck hiding it, asshole!"
"Are you all right?" Enoch asked pleasantly, and a brief silence passed before Dedan realized the question had been directed at him.
Shit. He crossed his legs, feeling his self-consciousness rocket to nigh-unbearable heights, and forced himself to meet the other guardian's eyes. "Uh… kinda need to take a piss's all."
"You can excuse yourself, you know," said Enoch with a chuckle. "This isn't kindergarten."
"I can hold it," Dedan grumbled, trying not to squirm under that amused gaze.
"Don't worry, sir. We were just about to wrap things up anyway," said the Elsen, giving him a friendly pat on the arm. Irritated at being made to look like an idiot in front of the little worker, Dedan snapped at his hand, which he jerked back with a squeak.
"Now, now. There was no call for that, Dedan. None whatsoever."
Naturally Enoch's voice hadn't risen so much as a hair, but something in the rhythm of his speech sent ice shooting up Dedan's spine. Shiiit.
As if sensing the tension between them, the Elsen hastily gathered up the papers he'd spread over Enoch's desk and clutched them to his chest, not bothering to organize them. "A-Actually, I think we're done here. See you next week, Director, sir?"
Dedan watched, mesmerized, as Enoch reached down and carefully pet his tiny worker on the head. "Of course, dear. And take an extra ration of sugar on your way out for your trouble." He practically purred the word, and despite himself Dedan felt a delightful shiver course through him. Seriously, body? What the everloving shit is wrong with me?!
The Elsen beamed up at his boss. "Thank you, sir." He left, closing the door behind him.
Enoch turned to Dedan with a grin that would've left a lesser man in need of a change of underwear. "I know you've been antsy for a while now, Dedan, but that's no reason to go taking it out on my Elsens."
"Little worm should've known better," Dedan growled, struggling to keep his voice even. He wanted nothing more than to hightail it to the nearest crapper and whack off—the whole "wallowing in shame" part would come later—but he wasn't about to uncover his crotch in front of Enoch. Best to play it casual until the lardass left the room. "Back in Alma I train my Elsens right," he went on. "Don't allow any of that cozyin' up nonsense."
Enoch tsk-tsked. "Keep up the attitude and you'll just have to take care of your little problem on your own."
"I—what?" Dedan stiffened, instinctively crossing his legs more tightly. "The fuck're you—"
Enoch cut him off with a laugh that did nothing to ease the discomfort either in his mind or, to his infinite humiliation, in his pants. "Please. You're about as subtle as an inebriated Von Gacy pole dancing on a crowded street corner."
Well, when he put it that way… "…It… It's got nothin' to do with you," he said at last, hating how weak he sounded.
"Mm. And I suppose it's just a coincidence that you get this way practically every time we're in the same vicinity?"
Dedan's heart skipped a few beats. "You… this whole time…?" He stared at the floor, cheeks burning. "This is some bullshit."
"I confess I was curious as to whether you'd be the one to make the first move." Dedan could practically hear the other guardian's mischievous smirk. "Ah well, I'll just have to make it up to you, won't I."
Still refusing to look up, Dedan started to say something along the lines of "Yeah, you better, you fuckin' tease," but trailed off with an embarrassingly loud whine when an index finger as long as his torso nudged his lap.
Ah yes, the size shifting. In the blink of an eye Enoch could go from "eh, I've seen bigger" to "HOLY shit I should not have said that and now I'm dead". Good thing this was a huge-ass office.
Another nudge coaxed Dedan into spreading his legs, and he leaned back in his chair, squeezing his eyes shut. I will not moan. I will not moan. Dedan does not moan, goddammit, he admonished himself.
His resolve promptly shattered when the pad of the enormous fingertip pressed against his groin and slowly, almost gently began to rub him through his pants. "Fuuuuck."
"Like it? I've been practicing on my workers for quite some time now. Elsens have needs too, you know."
Dedan sucked in a shaky breath at the mental image. "Pick me up," he said, hoping it sounded more like a command than a plea.
Without missing a beat, Enoch scooped him out of the chair and lifted him in one cupped hand. "So it is the size difference," the big guardian said smugly. "Another suspicion confirmed."
Dedan looked away, scowling. Thank God his skin was too dark for his blush to be very noticeable. "Yeah, yeah," he snapped, "just hurry up and get me off, bitchtits."
"With pleasure." The delicious pressure returned with a vengeance, and it was all Dedan could do not to beg Enoch to press down harder. He bit down on one hand in a pitiful attempt to muffle all the high-pitched little noises that had no business coming from him of all people.
"I wonder what the Elsens of Alma would think of their big bad boss if they could see you now," said Enoch nonchalantly as Dedan trembled beneath his touch. "For all your tough talk, you certainly seem to enjoy being on your back with your legs spread."
Dedan wanted to tell him to shut up, but he didn't trust his voice not to crack. Desperation swelling by the second, he wrapped his legs around Enoch's fingertip and began to grind against it.
"Reduced to dry humping a guy's finger," Enoch murmured, shaking his head with mock pity. "But then, you love it, don't you? Being tiny and pathetic and at my mercy. You'd make a fine Elsen."
"I-I—oh fuck yes," Dedan whimpered, and held on for dear life as his climax ripped through him.
"Good boy," Enoch told him softly, rubbing him through his orgasm. "You've been all pent up, poor thing."
When he was fully spent, Dedan let himself go limp, shuddering at the pleasant warmth of afterglow in his belly. "Tell anyone and you're dead," he panted.
Enoch had the good grace to set him down carefully instead of just dumping him on the floor. "Your secret's safe with me," he said good-naturedly.
"You realize this is gonna become a regular thing, right?"
Enoch chuckled. "I figured."
Dedan smoothed out his rumpled pants. "Then I hope for your sake you're kinky as fuck."
It was Enoch's turn to blush as he watched Dedan waltz out of the room to get himself cleaned up.