title: source
fandom: starfighter
subject: cain
word count: 384
rating: PG-13
warnings: n/a
notes: non-canon but who knows
029. source
He slithers up as unannounced as a snake, no warning and no sound but his hand is groping things lesser men have died for even eying. Cain raises an eyebrow and whistles through his teeth.
"I've got something interesting that I think you should hear," the other purrs and leans in closer until he's practically draped over the front of the taller man.
"Oh?" Cain plays hard to get but his ears are burning and they're the only two left in the elevator. Did he plan it this way? Sly dog.
"Remember that fighter team you so heroically saved a day or so ago? He was part of Tiberius' old team. I think you know who I'm referring to."
He'd nearly forgotten about that, a tight ass and some hot moans enough to block that unsavory memory from the forefront of his mind. The smirk disappears from his face and is replaced with an unreadable expression. He removes the other fighters hand with specific attention to clenching the bones of his wrist none too gently.
"Well I saw him approach your navigator and they were talking..."
The accusation shouldn't be any more than what it is, just a straight forward fact that they may have exchanged some words, so what, who the fuck cares. Cain barely tightens his fist but the other fighter sees the action regardless.
"Yeah, and?" Cain snorts, acting not at all impressed but still wanting to know more. "You want some kind of a fucking medal because you saw them talking?" He moves to exit on the next floor but the more lithe of the two of them blocks his way to the button console and gives him a smile he's seen on his own face before in the mirror.
"Maybe I also heard exactly what it is was they were talking about."
He sees where this is going.
"What do you want?"
It sounds so curt and informal. The other fighter licks his lips and peers up at Cain with a starved look in his eyes. It's clear he's thought about what he wants as payment for this kind of service.
"Just a little taste," he says and to whom it's referring to makes a bitter bile rise at the back of Cain's throat. He never did share well.
