September 2022 Drabble #1 (Patreon)

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Gabriel/Cassidy – Cassidy is an almost upstanding recruit that gets corrupted by Gabriel into his personal toy.

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The first time it happens, Gabriel isn’t really out for Cole specifically… it’s just the idiot that crosses his path first when he’s finally out of his discussion with Jack and has both a throbbing head and an angry hard-on.

It doesn’t happen often, but when the blood starts pumping… well what could you do other than fuck it out of your system?

It’s been a good two months since he brought the ingrate here. His instructors say he’s horrible. Not so much in the practical shit but anything to do with sitting his ass down and putting pen to paper is horrendous.

He looks harried when Gabriel grabs him by the bicep and stops him in his track.

“You. With me. Now.”

“Wait what? No- I gotta… I gotta study. I got an exam in like-” he looks on his watch, face going pale beneath his brown skin. “Five hours.”

He’s a grown man – hard as that was to fucking believe – but right now he looks very much like a brat.

“Did you study?”

“I did! But…”

Gabriel clicks his tongue. “Doesn’t stick, huh? Hard cramming stuff into whatever is posing as a brain in that head of yours.” He taps his finger hard enough against Cole’s forehead to push it backwards some each time. Cassidy pulls a face and rubs the spot. “Come with me. I’ll give you an exam of my own.”

“What do you- no, jeffe, come on, I really gotta study some more-”

“I’ll talk to your instructor. Get a move on.”

He spent the rest of that day inspecting Cassidy’s molars dick first while sending a few texts to that instructor of his.

He passes with flying colors.

.oOo.

The next time Gabriel has to pump a load out into a warm, willing body, he doesn’t go looking for the first poor fucker that crosses his way. He sends a message to Cassidy in between signing a few reports. He has to admit he’s half impressed that the idiot still tries to weasel his way out of it with a voice message.

“Uh I’m sorry Commander, sir, uh… I got kind of put to kitchen duty by instructor Burn because of some uhm stuff and I should kind of… do that.”

Gabriel rolls his eyes and leans back in his chair, putting his boots up on his desk with some gusto as he sends him a voice message back.

“Get your ass in my office so I can fill it with a few loads. Or are you less afraid of me than you are of Burn? Maybe I should change that.”

“...Will you talk to him for me, sir?”

He rolls his eyes even harder and calls him because he hates those goddamn voice messages.

“Might just do that, yeah. How long is that kitchen duty of yours?”

“Three days…”

“Well then I’ll have you as my personal cumbucket for that duration, huh?”

It sends the wrong message, of course. It will make Cassidy start thinking that he can do some shit to get himself into other shit… but that might just be preferable for Gabriel at this point.