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Porsha, no Xenotime, was grinning like the cat that got the canary when Piper withdrew enough to search for the source of the other male voice, but those silvery eyes were all for the general-king. An attentive patience, devoid of any shame for the carnal liberties she'd been enjoying. This was her show, was it not? Surely she was allowed to enjoy it, to draw out the game to her twisted little heart's content. She licked her lips, thin shoulders raising in a careless shrug. Sorry, not sorry. "Just a little fun," she crooned, twisting a delicate finger in the cinnamon hair at the back of Piper's neck.

Fingers held her hips, curling tighter rather then pushing her away. It had her rolling eyes up to the brawler, brows twitching at his willingness to adapt, even if that adaptation extended primarily into the bedroom.

Something worth exploring, but later.

The captain's smile was beginning to fade in the face of an impatient general-king. She sighed, loud and labored and completely exaggerated. He was rushing her along when all she wanted to do was savor it, but he was the boss, and she was the loyal, obedient soldier. One hard look was directed his way, then she was looking back up at Piper, and the suspicion on his face rekindled her impish smile. He'd let go of her by now, she stepped into him again, resting the tips of her fingers against his chest. "Shh, it's alright." So cranky.

"I already told you, I can make you better." Her voice was seductive purr, and as she leaned into him, brushing her lips along his chin, her fingers sank into his chest with little resistance. That delicate hand disappearing. She touched his starseed, that glittering jewel that gave him life, made him who he was. It was her's for the taking, if she wanted it, but she didn't tear it out to gaze upon that shiny beauty. Those delicate fingers wrapped around it, caressed it. "I will make you better."

He didn't really have much of a choice. Not if he wanted to live. He'd seen them now, seen her pull that familiar corruption around herself to stand before him as Xenotime. There was only two choices. Join, or die.

"We are the Negaverse, and you are about to join our ranks."

Just a little fun? Girl please, he knew fun and this s**t was just getting weirder and weirder. Piper's lips were now stretched thin in a snarl of sorts, their talk of crazy bullshit irritating his once good mood. What was this cosplay, he never was one for that nerdy junk and was nearly about to announce this to the room when Porsha sighed and kicked him back into the conversation.

The suspicious look to his eyes melted into one of pure annoyance for the reply she gave. What was that even suppose to mean, snorting roughly he parted his lips, only settling when the delicate fingers were back on his chest, a soothing touch for the inner beast and it worked well. "Can't fix perfect babe.." Layne couldn't help but reply with a bite of sarcasm, still aggravated though the tone to her words and motion of her lips had his guard falling once again. When the fingers sank into his chest and touched his starseed Piper let out a howl of pain, every nerve in his body feeling the shock.

Then as if time had stopped he watched on, mind filled with the rapid sound of his own heartbeat and body in a frozen pain, unable to punch as his reflexes wanted him to do. "I will make you better." The promise cut through his screaming subconscious, silencing him for the welcome. On just a blink of an eye the male stepped forward and a second hand was pushed inside of him, Piper could feel himself trying to growl but failing. He doubted this was anyone's ideal secrete meeting.

However angry he was as the second hand pushed in a surge of something quelled the inner pain turning it into a warmth, than strength. The push of chaos power wrapped around his seed, then the corruption surrounded him like Po, leaving in Pipers place a waiting Natrolite.

“Well…”

Zink shook out his hand and withdrew his hand, curling and uncurling his fingers as though to rid himself of the last remnants of the feeling lingering from the corruption.
He gave an assessing look at the uniform the man now wore. “Lieutenant Natrolite… I’d say that to punish you…you’d find yourself stripping for the next citywide meeting we hold but I have this feeling you’d enjoy it far too much.

His chin lifted, giving just enough shadow to the thick mask to show a twitch of amusement curling the edges of his mouth.

“First and most basic instructions – she’ll teach you how to collect energy, fill your quota. Do NOT try and corrupt someone, not until you are of the correct rank to do so, and then only bring people to us. She’ll give you the details. ALWAYS respect your superior officers, even if you feel they are being foolish, take it to a higher-ranking officer if you have concerns…take it to ME. Clear enough so far?”

"He would," she interjected with a smirk, tongue gliding out to moisten painted lips as gunmetal eyes narrowing down at his innuendo laced response to her asserted dominance. It had the soft point of her chin lifting, brows arching and smile widening as if an amusing thought had passed through that twisted little mind. She was going to enjoy showing him the ropes, she knew it. He would fight her, it was in his nature, and she would take great pleasure in reminding him who was in charge. It would be a fun, painful little game. Xe couldn't wait to get started.

The notion of Zink enjoying any potential strip tease forced upon Natrolite had the captain stiffing a soft snicker. The rookie wouldn't know that their superior was living with another general within their ranks, or that said general was of the same gender.

Cool eyes slid to Zink as he lay down the law, and she gave him a bright, self-satisfied little smile as he backed her. "As always, General-King, you are the best." A hand lifted, fingers touching lips before she blew him a kiss. It was impossible for the captain not to push his buttons, just a little bit, but she liked to believe There was enough of a relationship there that he'd let her get away with it. Besides, cheek aside, she was the perfect soldier. Dutiful and ruthless. "If there is nothing else, I think I can take it from here." The slightest lit at the end made the statement a question. Not dismissing him, but asking permission to take over.

Even if he lingered, Xe was already turning her head back to the lieutenant, and the casually tossed endearment and prickling correcting left the captain grinning. She leaned into him, one hand rising to catch his chin between her fingers, and she squeezed. Hard enough that he could feel the strength in her hand, that impressive, super human strength that her place on the food chain lent her. "You sure?" If he'd still been human she could have crushed his jaw without any real effort on her part, but he was more now, it wouldn't be as easy. That strong grip was used to draw him down to her so she could murmur beside his ear. "I kicked your a** as humans, but I am much stronger like this, and I would destroy you." The threat was purred, lips brushing his cheek before she let him go.

She sounded arrogant, but she had every reason to be. The woman had been going head to head with senshi levels above her since she'd been recruited, and baring one painful run in with an eternal directly before her latest promotion, she had always come out on top.

A cheeky little wave was given to the General-King as the man vanished. Layne was interested in him further of course, but for now there was a bigger interest playing in his peripheral. Captured by his new captain the man snickered throatily, playing mouse in her grasp for the time being.

Impressed as he was with her strength, he was even more with his own. Knowing as well as any that something had definitely changed within him. Hard as she squeezed him there should have been some some bones crunching, but all that he felt was a hard semi-painful pressure. At the question of sureness a twinkle hit his stormy eyes and a pleasure filled hiss rolled out his squished lips, "yer damn rite." There was no way he could resist. Not now, not knowing that before she had held back. He needed to know how much more he lacked, it was a pride thing, even if it got him beaten black, blue and broken.

Going, though with a little defiant resistance, he lowered on her draw and shuddered for the murmur to his ear. Dirty talk. She should know better, or she would after this. A wicked smirk flashed as his teeth snapped at her cheek once released from the grip, both to be a brat and to stretch his damn jaw out. "Mmm, gurl keep talkin like that.... I like it..." With a head tilt to the side his neck cracked, signalling he really wasn't going to back out, even with the threat.

Moving from her he hoists himself easily into the boxing ring before holding up the rope for her to slide under. "C'mon..Cap'n....gimmie a show?.." Snickering he licked over his bottom lip, eyeing her none to subtly. The fight. He needed it and would keep pressing as hard as he had to, to get it. Mostly since a part of his brain was nagging that all this power couldn't be controlled by a set of legs with an ego, no matter how hot.