Set a little after chapter 14 of Ender's Game, where Ender gets sent to command school and gets his teacher.
Warning: Yaoi, mpreg, smut in later chapters
Eyes alert and rigid, yet beautiful in their own way, the slender male made his way quietly down into the central commerce area. The slanted hallways were narrow, stuffy to others; but to this one, it felt like home... after all, not too long ago, it had been home. The blond wore the traditional Command School uniform, according to the year he was in. Judging by the color and style of the clothing, he must've been a first year. No matter how slightly baggy it was on him, it still couldn't hide his girlishly, slim physique. Often others stared, much to his disapproval in getting attention. The last thing he needed was that, as he was in the middle of important business.
The room was a bit crowded, as there were a surplus of boys at command school. So much, in fact, that it was said you rarely ever saw the same person twice, or ever again. Of course, the boy in question was going to have to bend that little rumor.
His back to the wall, his slender hands touched it delicately, trying to make himself look more relaxed, trying to blend in, in the process. It wasn't working much, as still, a few passerbys stared. He took no note of them, as once the others had had their fill of looking at him, went on with their busy schedules. Amidst all those who were moving and talking about, he seemed like the only one with no priorities... when indeed he had one.
Indeed, this priority was dire, insomuch that a whole entire species depended on it.
Eyes once more scanning the room, they latched upon the person he was looking for.
Ender Wiggin. A young boy, that apparently age had done justice to. The boy had grown since first entering the Battle School and later being transferred early into Command School . His jawline and face was shaped and carved, apart from his once boyishly round face. The intelligence practically leaked out of the genius, his aura made sure that everyone steered clear of his way. Ender Wiggin was not one to be messed with, for more reasons than one.
The blond smirked almost ferally, lifting himself off of the wall, his arms folding across his chest. "It's time I got this started..." He murmured more to himself, quietly, in a soft voice. He disappeared out of the room as Ender glanced up, his head whipping around almost dumbfoundedly.
Sure, passerbys stared once in awhile... but he felt a heated gaze directed at him. 'Certainly there's no one who'd have the guts to stare at me for longer than ten seconds... hah. They're probably afraid I'd pull a Peter on them.' In all truth, the rest of those at Command School envied him, hated him, respected him, and indefinitely hated him. That was, if they had enough time in their schedules to actually accomplish doing either of those. "Pulling a Peter" was just a way to belittle the action of mercilessly licking the tar out of someone for not getting off his back. Of course, that kind of thing was not to be taken so lightly as to joke about... but Ender needed a way to channel the pain out of his system.
Ender snapped his book shut, a manual that Mazer Rackham (His teacher, and "enemy"), had given to him. As if the mandatory battles hadn't put a toll on him, Mazer had to distract him with something as minuscule as a manual? Not taking it to heart, he stuffed the book in a pocket in his jumpsuit, before rising from one of the empty tables and walking away, calmly, but briskly. Mazer was busy with paperwork, something that Ender found irregular, but decided not to think about too much. He was just glad for the free time. It was true that Mazer had been non-stop tormenting Ender with battles, harassment, verbal and mental abuse... and it was taking a large toll on Ender.
Treading his way down a tunnel towards his room, he flinched in the enclosed area. As much as he had hated being on Earth, he doubly hated Eros. He appreciated the planet for all that it was worth, like how the buggers had colonized in here not to long ago, before The Second Invasion. But no matter how much he studied the architecture, he was unable to find out anymore about the species. What killed him was being unable to think like the buggers did... if he couldn't, how on Eros would he be expected to save human kind?
Opening the passage-way to his dorm room with procedural codes and things of that nature, he entered the room.
His body froze on the spot, examining the room before him. Sitting on his bed, coyly and mischievously was a boy, who looked no younger than he was. His pale skin, accompanied with his blond hair and light blue eyes, added together with his feminine form was all the more enticing to him. Feeling no signs of hostility emanating from the other, he took a small step backward, calming down, contemplating. Always, always he was contemplating.
A smirk lit on Ender's lips. "Ah, I knew that paperwork thing was bullshit. Already they're transferring in a new buddy? Just as I was growing so fond of Mazer too..." Perhaps Mazer had failed in making Ender stronger? Had they replaced him with someone else?
The blond boy looked at Ender innocently, batting his long eyelashes, as if in confusion. Ender didn't buy it one bit, though he admired his beauty from afar. Seeing that Ender saw through his little act, he chuckled. It was lightly, airy, almost fluffy... and Ender soon missed it once it was replaced with silence. "No no, you have me all wrong. I'm afraid Mazer is still in charge of your training." The blond stood up almost feline-like, before he slowly started walking towards Ender. Ender couldn't hardly believe himself as his feet moved on their own accord, walking towards the blond as well.
"I'm just here to... get you to loosen up a little. To relax..." Ender like the way the other spoke; no, he indefinitely liked the way he spoke.
"And how do you plan on exactly doing that? Are you going to program some fair battles for me during practice? A first year, to help me loosen up?" Apparently, Ender didn't know where the other was going with this. Coyly smiling, the smaller, slender, and shorter boy looked up at Ender. He was just going to have to spell it out for him.
"The higher ups... wanted me to give you a little... reward... for all the hard work you've been doing." The blond stepped onto his tippy toes, his breath softly dancing on Ender's cheek. Ender suppressed a clean shudder. "With my body." Whispered the blond into the Third's ear, earning a small gasp from the other.
Ender's lips was greeted with a small kiss, one that slowly started into that of a much deeper one. Ender hadn't been kissed since he was way young and still on Earth... and there was no way it ever competed against this. Ender's common sense batted at the door of his central nervous system, but Ender couldn't find it in himself to break away. It was as if he was being hypnotized; whether it was by the pretty boy's beauty, words, or kiss he knew not.
His will burst out then, before Ender lost it all by closing his eyes and reacting into the wrong direction. Gently, but with reluctance he pushed the other away, his hands on the other's shoulders. "..." His breathing was slightly shaky, as he was not accustomed to such a thing. Already, he was starting to pitch a tent. The blond gave him time to think a little more, his one hands reaching up for Ender's, sliding his fingers in between Ender's like two pieces of a puzzle joining. He gave Ender's hands a delicate squeeze before leaning in once more. Ender made sure to stop him again.
"W-Wait. What do I call you?" For the first time in awhile, Ender sounded nervous, unsure of what he was exactly doing. Not once since he had started battling had he ever felt this way. His chest tightened and contracted, and his stomach fluttered pleasantly upon feeling the boy's presence closer.
The boy who seemed to have all the control at the moment chuckled again, the same sweet bit of laughter that made Ender's mind nearly buzz in excitement. "My name...? Maia." The boy called Maia smiled almost serenely, a slight dash of pink gracing his cheeks. At this moment, Maia was the most beautiful thing Ender had ever gazed upon.
"Maia." He repeated, reassuring that this indeed wasn't a dream. Ender tightened his own grip on Maia's hands, after releasing them to wrap his arms around Maia's form, before closing in on him with a swift kiss.
In a starship, far away from both Eros and Earth, two commanding buggers and a few subordinates watched the scene that lay before them. One commander mentally clicked with the other, in its one way speaking: "The Queen has made it's move. Thankfully, Majesty has deployed into the targeted area and has already swiftly commenced part A."
The other commander retorted right back. "Yes, I can see that. Make sure to have transport pick Majesty up on the spot in a week. That'll give the first stage plenty of time to develop..."
"Do you think Majesty will come back alive, safe and sound? Or will the boy have figured it out befor its too late? The mission could be a huge dud after all."
"Yes, but it was worth trying. It already had worked before with the first commander of the human race during what they called the First and Second Invasion."
"This better work... if not, we have no chances of surviving. Of course, Majesty was all too willing to follow in the steps of his mother, the Queen before him."
"Our only hope rests in the fate of the child."
"The child."