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Elite Diapered

Part Two

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Drake624

Continued from part one...

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As a few, considerably short, days passed and they learned a little more about one another, how Ethan came to be there. It was a passing on of information and discourse that had them, at least, a little more comfortable with one another and they were both well enough familiar with just how strange alliances could be formed when war was afoot. They had some contact with the outside world but Ethan's radio did not take the scope of the effect beyond a ring of outcasts that had taken up residence on the planet that they were currently on, one that had long ago lost its name. Whereas it had been devastated and wrecked, economically and in the mere visage of it, there was life to be had if they skulked in the cracks of what remained, hiding their crops, raiding what was left to get by on the bare minimum of existence. They had crucial information passed down their information channels, crackling lines, though Ethan refused to say just what his connection to them was. As with other things that passed between them, Vura did not press the matter.

“Why didn't you kill me?"

Other questions, however, had to be asked sooner or later and one of the tasks that Ethan had taken to assisting Vura with was changing his diaper. It was in the middle of one change, although it had not turned sexual since even if his cock had been out of the slit that concealed it, that the question burst from the Elite's lips, a lack of trust glimmering in the backs of his eyes.

Ethan considered his answer as he tucked the folds of the cloth he was using as a diaper (they no longer had force-issued diapers to use, as Vura would have usually have used for himself) around the Sangheili. It had become a sort of routine for them whenever the Elite needed changing and he wanted changing into something fresh and clean immediately after soiling himself, solely due to the discomfort of it. Vura could change himself if he strained but the pain in his arms after he'd almost died made it nearly impossible to do something like that anymore. It was a good thing that Ethan was willing to help, seeming to even take a quiet kind of pride in it too.

“Well..." Ethan said, rolling the words around his mouth as he released them, considering all very carefully. “The enemy of my enemy is my friend. With the covenant broken, those jackals are a law unto themselves. You have shown no ill-will towards me and you looked to be in need. Sometimes that's all I need to know too."

Vura frowned, considering his words.

“I see..."

But he didn't see. They'd been brainwashed, taught to hate, taught to kill, taught that it was the only way for either of them to save their species. Things didn't change that quickly, so there had to be something more to it than that. Around Ethan, his logical, critical thinking was coming back and he felt steadier in himself than he had since his fall from the accident, not even the wearing of such diapers reducing his self-esteem as much as it had. It was what helped him hold his head up higher, agreeing with Ethan in practice and principle, even though he did not understand it, truly, himself. Maybe he didn't have to for the moment.

He was about to say something else but his body betrayed him, releasing a stream of urine as his cock allowed it out, poking from his slit just enough to force it out more and more, a rush that he floundered to contain. Vura's legs kicked out and he tried to sit up but even that seemed beyond him as it rushed forth, Ethan hastening to cover him with the diaper to contain the flow.

“Oh!" Vura swore in his tongue, hide prickling with heat, though their kind did not blush. “Wait, I'll get..."

“Don't worry about it."

Ethan acted quickly and efficiently, covering up Vura's crotch as he stopped the flow of fee from staining anything important, as much as he wrinkled his nose a little at the smell of it. It must have been something in the Elite's diet that made it like that and he turned his head half-away, trying to twist to understand, though the thoughts were as mangled as his body, nothing working as it should have done despite things, in their barest of essences, not being anywhere near as bad as they could have been.

The stream tapered off and Ethan let him go to the bathroom with all the dignity that he could, although his eyes were on the diaper, the swell of his cock under it. Vura's arousal was back and yet it was the unspoken beast, the elephant in the room that neither of them dared address. It would not be spoken of, not at that time, but Vura's need was still present, something that he too no longer felt that he could relieve all on his own. But he had something to tell Ethan too.

No time like the present. That was a human expression that he'd picked up from the man.

“Ethan?"

The man looked at him kindly, though there was a hardness in his eyes too. That was to be expected.

“I don't see you as an enemy either."

That was all that needed to be said as they readied themselves for the day, at the very least requiring more supplies and equipment. There were still weapons to be had if one was willing to be creative and not even the humans left on the planet could wipe everything out completely, use everything to its fullest extent. Like so many others, they just wanted to survive and that was all that Vura and Ethan could do too until something better presented itself to them.

It was an old warehouse that they were looking for, a company that had done mostly military equipment back in its time but was said to also do rations too, food that could have been missed in earlier sweeps. It was hard to say just what would be available but the probability that they would be going to bed with full bellies that night was quite high, enough to get them out and in the open, stalking and keeping their guard up as they kept a wary eye out. The Jackals were such renowned snipers that they knew that the first they may have known of one would be the bullet going through their heart or their skull, whichever target the beasts picked.

Vura, however, struggled with walking, waddling, constantly afraid that he was going to have an accident. It slowed them down massively and Ethan walked ahead, constantly pausing, though he didn't do much of a job of scouting out the area when he was constantly looking back at Vura to make sure he was so far behind. He couldn't have eyes on everything at once and Ethan sweated, mopping up his forehead, lips pursed, looking ahead, hunkering down.

Alert. He had to stay alert.

Yet he was not alert enough to see Vura behind, crouching as he wetted himself, head down, the humiliating seeping through him as his piss threatened to seep through his diaper. He hunkered down as close to the ground as he could, his back against the wall, but it seemed that the diaper had not been tucked around his thighs quite right earlier on or had become loose during the course of their trek, piss leaking down his legs, splattering to the ground. Forming an easy puddle between his feet, he hissed and clacked the edges of his teeth together, trying to do anything, anything at all, to take his mind off what was happening right then and there.

Hanging his head, he would not have minded at all right there and then if a sniper got him. Let the Jackals take him if the embarrassment of such a thing was to be his until the end of his life. He'd been padded out with a towel too but the flow was so heavy that it soaked right through, there being no non-absorbent layer to stop it from drenching the fabric, his humiliation complete as Ethan looked back.

“Shoot..."

It was hard to always be as compassionate as the Elite needed to be and, truly, he did feel for him, though he still wrinkled his nose when changing Vura. He looked away, cock softly poking out as if it had gotten trapped halfway out his slit, but allowed it all to happen, head raised.

“There's a patrol coming."

His heart pounded and all Ethan could do was to hurl the soggy diaper into a wheelie bin, half-filled with stale, reeking waste products already from times gone by, and run, Vura ahead of him, a knife in hand. He was an adept fighter when he wanted to be but something held him back and he wasn't so sure that he, as yet, trusted the Elite to have his back in a fight. Not because he would turn on him but simply because his movements were slow and clunky, though growing stronger every single day.

Move, move, move – they had to move. The patrol was coming, though they didn't know who and neither did they want to find out. The detour took them around in a big loop and they had little time to hang about as they made their way into the warehouse, although it was not the one that they had anticipated. Far from being military supplies, it was clothing and the logo had rubbed off the outside in the war and the weather, ceiling-high racking tipped in some places, dangerously at risk of crashing down at a moment's notice.

But it was all they had and they had to find something to keep them going, even if clothing was normally in short supply. There could have been food and non-perishables further back or in another warehouse if they dug through but covering themselves up was a need too as Ethan glanced at the Elite.

He hasn't had anything but that diaper for a while...

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Ethan was far from cold-hearted but what on earth in human-wear would fit the Sangheili, standing at the height that he did? Frowning, Ethan pawed through racks wrapped in plastic, boxes containing shirts with old logos that didn't mean anything anymore. It wasn't what he was hoping to find.

Far from idle, Vura worked away, splitting off so that they could cover the most ground in as little time as possible. Leaning over a bag that had been discarded (he didn't really want to find the corpse or any kind of remains), the Elite breathed a sigh of relief as he retrieved the ration pack within. At least that was some food to keep them going until they found something more substantial.

“Here, this should cover you up a little better."

That caught his attention, though the blue article of cloth that Ethan held up for him was not something that he would usually have worn, Ethan smiling just a little as he held it up. Vura would have recognised Ethan's expression as amusement if he'd spent more time around them without some kind of weapon in his hands. The Elite frowned at the clothing, holding it up between his claws as if he was surveying it with a critical eye.

“This doesn't look like it will protect me at all..."

It was all Ethan could do not to roll his eyes.

“Well, no, but you can't like a diaper all the time. At least this will cover it for the time being and it will be getting cold at night again soon."

“What do you call it?"

At that, Ethan hesitated.

“A... A onesie."

It was not that he was trying to embarrass Vura but that it was not typical dress for adult males during their lifetime at their age, though the Sangheili did not have to know that when it was merely in the interests of practicality. At Ethan's urging, Vura tried the onesie on for fit, although it hung loosely around his hips and tight around his shoulders, the proportions off for a creature of his size. The body types of a Sangheili and a human were completely off when matched up against one another but they had to make something work even as Vura made a face, tugging and pulling at the onesie, a light blue that was made out of some fluffier kind of material like fleece. He wasn't used to that.

“I don't think I'll wear it now... It doesn't sit right..."

Vura murmured something more, pawing at the fabric, stowing it with the rest of their gathered supplies, though he had never learned to fold such articles of clothing so that they did not crease. It didn't look right against the red T-shirt that Ethan had grabbed for himself, one with a slash design across the front that gave the unsettling impression that he was bleeding, though he had surely gotten more clothes to refresh what he had in his stash too for the time being.

They had to move on swiftly but they were pawing through the darkness with a torch for most of what they needed, other warehouses in the block offering further spoils. There were still patrols passing by outside and it was a frenzied task just to dash to the next warehouse but where the medical supplies were already half cleared out (there weren't enough humans out to wipe everything clean), Ethan suddenly hit the jackpot.

“Finally!"

Packs upon packs of diapers – just what the Sangheili needed! And, to make matters all the easier, they were all together, adults and children's sizes, everything that they needed to get him sorted and at least somewhat more comfortable. A tape measure did the trick as he held it up to Vura's waist and thighs, getting the required measurements as per the pack instructions (thank god everything still came with instructions!). Vura didn't appreciate that very much but helped Ethan with some sense of relief to grab several packs along with wipes, baby powder and an oversized changing mat, which he did not quite understand. Ethan, however, assured him that it would make things easier and they packed everything away, bright colours hidden, their mission complete.

Thankfully, he had not wet himself while in the warehouses, though it was time for a change as his body relieved itself little by little into the diaper. Just because there was a flood, that didn't mean that there was not a trickle and a stream and it was that stream that soaked the cloth, rendering it sodden and heavy even if not quite dripping through.

Vura would not have wanted to admit just how well it made him feel to be fresh and clean but lying back on the new changing mat was an interesting experience for him, wiped clean with fresh wipes so that his head tingled lightly. The human diaper crinkled and he listened attentively, a little different to what he was used to, though there was baby powder to come still, something else that Ethan had picked up that Vura was yet to experience.

“This should help you feel a little better..."

Ethan murmured almost tenderly, caring even in the soft strokes of his hand that ensured the powder was spread around evenly, puffing it out over the Elite's stomach too, his shaft tucked away within his slit for the time being. The sensation of the light powder being rubbed into his rump and crotch was a little more sublime than the Elite may have imagined, wriggling in place, skin prickling with that odd kind of tingle that had become more and more commonplace over recent days and longer too with Ethan.

He didn't need to understand something to take what little pleasure he could from it though as his shaft thickened, pushing from his slit with a flush of blood, his body responding naturally to the attention. It was not even all that embarrassing to have his cock out with Ethan around anymore, their relationship far from normal as he tried to relax, muscles that he'd forgotten about trying to contract even as he strove for relaxation. Slinking back and down, his lips parted, the diaper seeming much thicker from Vura's point of view than anything that he had been issued before, keeping him from bringing his legs all the way together, as much as he tried. It would force him to waddle when he was upright and was purple with blue stars on it too, prevent seepage while also indicating when it required changing. Vura smiled. That would help his comfort too, even if Ethan had had to explain to him what those funny markings were.

Travelling back to the hideout was still an experience in itself due to his lack of mobility, the diaper forcing him to keep his legs apart, walking the least of his worries. He tried to keep up but felt himself to be as clumsy as a child or one of his kind in their younger years, panting even from the effort of it as his body heated up, striving to release the additional warmth through his mouth. The hideout was more difficult to get into with a diaper on, although it had been tricky before, being on the fourth floor with the stairs broken in more places than they had been originally. Everything had crumbled away and, from the direction they returned from, Vura had to crawl through a collapsed entryway on his elbows and knees, rump raised awkwardly as he didn't know what to do with his body in such an article.

Alas, that proved to be to his detriment as something caught, ripping and tearing, the diaper that he had only just had put on him snagging woefully on a piece of rubble. As much as he squirmed, he couldn't possibly make his way through without tearing it off his body and he gasped, left nude from head to toe on all fours, even though the act itself of being naked was not all that unusual for him anymore. Before, when he had not needed to wear diapers, he had not gone with clothes all that much in his private quarters, but always had been out in public in his bodysuit and armour for more recent years.

Vura cringed. That, of course, had been the fault of the war. It was not... He shook his head. Well, what had he worn before? But anything would have been better than nudity, his hide still damp from the diaper, urine leaking out even as he walked. Cool air brushed his backside as he tried his very best to ignore it, head down and skin prickling, the waft of a breeze seeming to come from nowhere as he tried with all his might to ignore the tenor of his predicament.

It was impossible, even with Ethan ahead of him, the human moving more quickly than the Elite in the small, cramped space. It was a wonder that human beings were so agile – he'd never really gotten to see that side of them on the battlefield – and he admired that about Ethan, though his memory of that was not enough either to distract his attention from his nudity, the diaper left behind. He cringed, muttering obscenities under his breath. Maybe Ethan would have to go back for it later or he would, though the Elite could not be sure which option would turn out to be more embarrassing.

He could not help his body from trying to release even with the diaper gone, everything slipping out with no muscular control, nothing to hold it back, left there. He didn't know the details of it and, truly, Vura had never wanted to, ignoring that part of his humiliating fall from grace within the Elite forces the very best he could. It was hard though to do such a thing when he either had to replace his diaper daily or multiple times, sometimes even having someone else to do it even before Ethan had come around. They were just so fiddly and battle-worn arms and a broken body just didn't match up to doing it all by oneself all the time.

Sighing with relief as they scrambled up to his hideout, laid out with all the comforts of the war that Ethan had been able to gather, he smiled and turned to the Elite, though was drawn up short by his nudity. Vura rubbed the back of his neck – a little thing that he had picked up from Ethan during their time together – and turned his head away, forcing out the words that he needed to say.

“Ethan..." He hated having to ask. “Can...you..?"

An unspoken, unfinished question was all he had even as Ethan connected the dots. It was easier to just do something like that whenever it was needed, filling in the blanks as he rolled out the changing mat.

“Of course."

It was a kindness and also a power play, a move that so very clearly put Ethan in a position over the Elite. Vura tried not to think about it too much, just how vulnerable he was beneath Ethan, but it was hard not to as he was changed, a clean cloth taking care of the urine, the soft caress rising a stroke of need within him that he still did not want to admit to. It was embarrassing and also relaxing at the same time, though trust, ah, trust... That was the rub. Just how was he supposed to trust someone that he had known for so little time, regardless of all that had happened between them? Was there even any point or sense in it?

It was hard to think but soothing to be changed and he clung to that to the exclusion of all else as a fresh, clean diaper was slid up under his buttocks, cupping his backside. It was better, so much better, and he even let out a tiny sigh of relief, letting go of just a little more contraction in his body than he had previously. A little relaxation had a knock-on effect and soothed away the memory of the humiliation of his earlier wetting, all the difficulties that his injury had caused him. With Ethan, he could trust at least a little, let things come as they would, although he could not have said just how he felt about Ethan having his hand on his cock that one time...

Vura shuddered, fresh and clean, settling down for the night in his separate sleeping sack. That was a thought for another day, not the encroach of night and weary limbs.

Yet things were not to be so easily teased away by the realm of sleep as Vura woke slowly the next morning, hands on him, rousing him gently. Strangely, however, they were not trying to wake him but seemed to be actively trying to let him sleep, working slowly and gently, barely touching his hide even as his hind end was lifted.

Blinking, the Elite looked up blearily, sleep lying heavy in his eyes, only to find Ethan changing him yet again, his heart pounding, jumping, not knowing what to do. Of course, there was nothing there for him to do but they had to get on and get out and, at the very least, Ethan was able to work more swiftly once he knew that Vura was, indeed, awake.

“Sorry to wake you."

Ethan was not actually sorry but it felt like the right thing to do with what he had planned, a small smile tugging at his lips. For he knew something that the Elite did not and, well, it was going to make Vura's day. That was, of course, if he knew the Sangheili at least even a little bit, which he thought he did by that point. The bonds formed in war could be the strongest of all but there was more to come as he urged Vura to get up and to, quietly, follow him out of their hideout, stalking down corridors that were decrepit but had, once, been bustling with life. That had been another time though and neither of them had been privy to all that had happened back then.

Growls picked up, reaching their ears, and Ethan held Vura back as he quickened, clad only in his diaper for he had not had the chance to put on anything more. The onesie would not have been appropriate for such a thing but he had wanted the Sangheili to be comfortable for what was to come, leading him down to the bottom floor of the old skyscraper where a pit had been opened up, dropping those that had sought to investigate their temporary abode into a neat little trap with high walls, walls that could not be scaled, as efficiently as anyone would have liked. Even Ethan was proud of the design.

Blinking, Vura peered down, half-concealed so that the victims, whoever they were, would not see them. And yet there was something familiar in those raspy tones too... He just couldn't put his finger on it, not quite.

“What happened here?"

Vura stood up straight and tall, tension lacing the long muscles running down either side of his spine, blood roaring in his ears. If Ethan said something, he did not hear it, staring down at those familiar muzzles, the gleaming, staring eyes, the calculated set of their bodies as they stalked, hunting for a way out of the trap.

The Jackals that had turned on him. They were there, all of them, growling in Ethan's trap and spitting curses in their own language. Unsure of what to do – as many would be in the same situation – Vura froze, heart in his mouth, barely breathing, only Ethan's hand on his arm drawing him back, softly, to some sense of reality. They could not, after all, leave them there forever and the trap was not perfect, as much as Ethan may have liked to think so.

“Get your revenge," Ethan said, nodding at the pacing, snarling bodies, teeth on show and yet no threat to either of them. “They were going to string you up to die – they did do that to you. And who's now going to stop you from having your way with what's left of them?"

Vura pressed his lips together, unaware that his jaw had been dropped: that was not very becoming of him. They were the ones who had been supposed to be his back-up, on the same side as him...and just look at how quick they had been to jump ship when things had turned the other way. They hadn't cared about him and Ethan was quite right in implying that there was no one left to stop him from enacting his justice on them, taking from them what they had sought to take from him. He paused, breathing slowly and deeply, aware all the while that Ethan's eyes were on him. He had a decision to make.

But what would it say about him if he treated them just the same? Smirking, Vura shifted his weight, a little shudder of excitement rippling through him. He hadn't felt that in a while.

“I have a better idea."

The Jackals would have to not see them, be unaware of who did it to them, for it to work, of otherwise it was certain that they would just come straight back to get their own brand of more painful payback. As it was, Vura and Ethan took no hesitation in knocking them out with some off-brand gas that had been scoped out on one of their missions, the hiss and seep of it rendering them limp and helpless, despite how they had snarled.

Once knocked-out, even Vura had to bark a laugh as the two of them stripped them naked, one by one, checking for his gear, although it was unfortunately long gone, along with his supplies. That didn't matter though as they could take their clothes and render them as helpless as they had tried to leave Vura, dragging them by arms and legs, uncaring of any harm they caused to them in the process, off somewhere else. Rumbling all, they would not know what hit them when they awoke a good twenty-four hours later, if Ethan's recollection as to the nature of the gas was correct, letting them stew in their humiliation while Vura and Ethan were long, long gone, off away from harm.

The final humiliation, however, was that they were left in some diapers that had been rustled up that were too small to fit Vura, his greater size and stature meaning that he needed the largest ones, pretty much, that were available, so wasting those did not deplete his personal supply. They'd mocked him for wearing them and now they were the ones that would wake up feeling just how humiliating it was, treated like the whining weaklings they were, captured and cast aside and left for nothing.

It was the least they deserved.

Vura's heart lifted, lighter than it had been for a long time. Despite the humiliation the Jackals would face on rousing, their memories would be broken and they would still be alive, which was more than he could have said for how they had left him. Maybe it was a better or a worse fate than they deserved but the judgement was not truly for one Sangheili to consider, looking at Ethan in a new light, the strong set of his jaw, the way that his eyes lit up with mischief.

Sometimes, things did not have to be so serious and revenge could be enacted without true harm. That was just what made him different from the Jackals and it was, truly, a difference that he wanted to cling onto at all costs.

They were left out in the open for all to see, as naked as the day they were born, limp dicks hanging out and arses on show. Even Ethan had to chuckle out loud, clapping the larger Elite on the shoulder as they rushed back, heading out of the line of fire as the need to get away from the hideout too became more urgently pressing. There was time, of course, but haste was of the essence even as Vura muttered something under his breath, words blurring together as he coughed and squirmed in his diaper.

“Do you need changing?"

Vura turned away but the answer was evident as Ethan laid him down – only, that time, things were different. No longer was there humiliation about being changed, the helplessness of his own body, but a lightness in being cared for. It didn't even matter to Vura that it was a particularly messy change, the running and hefting about having causing excrement to splatter a little within the crinkly diaper along with the soak of urine. But it was not as embarrassing as when piss had trickled down his legs out in the open and he let his thoughts wander, wondering if there was a way to show Ethan that, in fact, he did trust him.

Ethan's hand brushed his shaft, pushing from his belly-slit and Vura knew what he needed to do, lips parting in a smile, even though it showed his teeth. It was slow and it was strange but something had been there, building ever since they had come together that first time. Maybe it had been impulsive on Ethan's part but they had not talked about it either, how his hand had felt closing around the Elite's shaft, pumping it, delivering unto him what the Sangheili had not dared even do for himself.

And, now, it was time.

He sat up, stopping Ethan from tucking the press diaper into place, his crotch and half-swollen shaft on show. The human blinked, pausing as requested, but not even a man hardened by the atrocities that he had seen and even contributed in himself could have expected just what was poised to slip from Vura's dark lips.

“You touched me...there, once," Vura said, resting his hand on Ethan's arm, just to stop him from moving away too swiftly. “And I don't think humans do that for no reason either."

There was no reason for them to come together in that moment but neither was there any reason for them to be apart, breath catching, Ethan's eyebrows shooting up cockily. There could have been anything between them and everything too at the same time, though the softness of lovers was not for them in a world and a galaxy too that had, indeed, been torn apart by war. Ethan's hand found Vura's thigh and he pushed on, breathing shortly and harshly as his heart rate ramped up.

“I feel like I should ask if you really want this..."

The Elite would have rolled his eyes if he'd known how to complete that particular human facial expression.

“I would not do it otherwise."

That was all they had to know and do as Vura's hands fiddled with Ethan's belt, oddly clumsy and lacking in delicacy, although they were much larger than human hands. Everything about a human did not match up to a Sangheili but, heart pounding and blood up, Ethan grinned and deigned to help him out, unbuckling his belt and sliding down his trousers in one, smooth motion. His cock was not fully erect but the shift of his underwear easily freed it to the Elite's hungrily curious gaze, leaning in as he brushed his hand down Ethan's front, not knowing what else to do.

But that was where Ethan came in, directing Vura to lie back, taking charge as he had since the day that they had met. It was easily done and came more naturally to him than even breathing by that point, moving over the Sangheili's body as if in a dream. Yet it was all very real, sweat trickling down his body, the Elite beneath him dry and clean, the diaper framing it all as it lay beneath them. Willingly, Vura spread his legs so that Ethan could get in even closer, breath catching, though the pleasure that was to come was something that neither of them could have ever have experienced before.

Had a human ever fucked a Sangheili? Maybe Ethan would be the first...

There was no one there to tell them that they could not as he ground his cock up against Vura's with a low, throaty growl that surprised even him. But it was too late to turn back as a wicked idea probed at his mind. Vura's cock struggled to get fully hard, even though he could, and that softness was enough for Ethan to bear down, not even needing to push back his legs when there was another hole for him to make use of, deviously and deliciously so.

Vura's groan rang in his ears, hands up against Ethan's hips even though it was very clear just who was in charge, breath rasping, panting, his slit borne into. His cock had to make way, somehow, as it shared the genital slit with another cock that belonged to someone else, but that part of his body was, at least, designed to stretch, to make room, even as Ethan slit-fucked him. Vura shuddered, a strong, male body overpowering his so easily that it was as if he hadn't even needed to put up any resistance at all, his slit strained wantonly around another cock while his own ached and throbbed still.

“Fuck..."

Ethan muttered under his breath, eyes intent with conquest, a hand pinning Vura down by the shoulder. The weight of him was nowhere near close to that of an adult Sangheili but Vura slipped down and submitted to it as if it was, relaxing as his slit was fucked as if he was a female, panting heavily, pleasure sweeping and swimming forth as if it had merely been waiting to be called. He slammed in over and over again, finding the right angle as he fucked the Elite as if he was a female of his own species, snarling in the back of his throat and letting a more primal side to human instinct rise up. Where else could a person like him do that?

It was different and it didn't have to be the same either as he ground in, Vura's body welcoming him, wrapping around him. His cock pressed up against the Elite's and Vura groaned openly, hips rocking up to meet Ethan as the man bellowed out an orgasm that came more swiftly than he had reckoned on, unexpectedly filling the Sangheili's slit with a thick dose of human spunk. It flowed forth and slickened his passage, arousal ramping up, the two of them panting heavily even though the light of their lust had not yet simmered down.

Where there was energy to be had, Vura's cock throbbing with need, the Sangheili groaning wantonly, there was still something more to be enjoyed...

He recovered quickly, turning Vura over onto all fours, though a more carnal position as just as pleasurable. Ethan smirked and trailed his nails over the Elite's flesh, watching him shiver, easing his hard shaft into Vura's backside as the Elite yielded to him. There was no resistance and neither did there have to be as he fucked and thrust, intent on his orgasm even as the rock of his hips and the grind of his cock brought Vura close and closer to climax too. It was almost a by-product of Ethan's pleasure but the man could not resist taking things a step further too, reaching around to clasp the Sangheili's shaft in his hand, pumping and stroking in time with his thrusts.

So close to the edge already, there was nothing Vura could do but let it come, a rush of seed flowing forth, his working, bucking, grinding back at Ethan for every last little drop of pleasure he could glean. The Elite's anal passage closed around him, tightening, and he heaved for breath, grunting heavily as he pounded him, hips working furiously, trusting his backside to take him, to stretch around him. After all, the Sangheili was larger and bulkier still and better able to take powering, demanding strokes, his moans rising unbidden even though they should have really been heading off, evading the Jackals before the gas wore off. But it was so very hard to do such a thing when such pleasure called, panting moans rising, thrumming through in a grind of ecstasy.

Ethan was not long after Vura in climaxing, luckily, perhaps just as in need as the Elite was, spending his load for a second time inside the Elite's rump with a throaty grunt that sent Vura's head spinning, panting lightly, their bodies collapsing into one another. It was there that they lay, a tangle of lustful, heaving limbs, Ethan's cock twitching as his orgasm rolled on and one within that tight rump, despite the fact that he only had so much cum to spill and to give. Maybe it was the Elite that did it to him or maybe it was something else.

Only time would tell.

Softly cleaning up Vura and putting him in a fresh diaper (for the one that he had been going to use was soaked with seed and sweat) for the night, Ethan smiled and said nothing, knowing for himself that there was nought that actively needed to be said. All he needed to know was that he had had one of the best orgasms of his life – twice over! – and wanted nothing more than to let the afterglow take him in the realm of sleep. Vura pressed up to him, equally quiet, but there was a stillness to the Elite that gladdened him, a quietness that had not been present since he had come into Ethan's life. And just what was that quietness?

Vura smiled, eyelids heavy, weight slipping from his back where he had carried it for too many years. Finally at a little more peace.

They spent that night in a single sleeping sack and many more to come. They could leave the hideout shortly, after just a little rest.

Strange things could have lustful ends even in the throb of war but nothing as strange as what lay between one injured soul and one simply trying to survive.

And their story was not over yet...