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The first time it had happened, they had over indulged at a gala in Eterna.
Cyrus had been invited to an exhibit opening at the museum. He had decided to take Mars; simply because she was the bubbly, approachable commander on the team. Saturn much preferred to keep to himself, and grunts cowered when Jupiter entered a room.
Mars, on the other hand, while irrationally emotional (he’d found her on numerous occasions pouting or weeping in the halls when missions went awry), was bubbly and cheerful for the most part. Cyrus had found it somewhat off putting at first, but he'd grown fond of her despite of it. Perhaps in spite of it.
Extremely emotional, Mars also was incredibly loyal. She was a starry-eyed 24 year old who frequently told him she’d do absolutely anything for him. That she worshiped him.
On the days his mind tormented him, leaving him feeling hopeless and worthless, and leaving him, internally, questioning his value, she was there; gazing adoringly at him, reassuring him that his mind was wrong.
Cyrus had always noticed how attractive Mars was - more than once he had overheard infatuated grunts whisper excitedly about being placed on her squadron (and each time he’d internally roll his eyes). While, yes, he had caught himself on occasion noticing how vibrant Mars’ large red eyes were, or he would find himself absentmindedly counting the freckles that dusted across her nose, he could control his urges - bury them deep in his mind, maintain his composure, and continue about his day. He was only human, after all - everyone had urges. Cyrus just sought to be better than that, and aimed to not only control his urges, but to drown them out entirely.
But then, the gala happened.
He’d not eaten much - it had been one of those days where his depression made mundane tasks like brushing his teeth impossible. Food seemed like far too much effort, but the wine looked awfully inviting.
And Mars, dolled up, wearing a tight black cocktail dress that hugged her slender hourglass frame, looked incredibly inviting.
She’d over indulged too. She’d whispered in his ear how desperately she wanted him to want her. And he realized how simple it would be to let go for one night; to give in to temptation and engage in small pleasures. And here she was - beautiful and devoted, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes, begging him to touch her, to want her, and he did.
So they stumbled into a cab, and he looked at her; her wide, scarlet eyes alight with lust, her full lips parted and swollen from hers crashing against his.
She was like his own personal shot of dopamine. His brain zapped back to life when she touched him; when his hands traveled up her waist and pulled her impossibly closer, when she moaned his name and begged him to fuck her, he lost all of his inhibitions and he felt pleasure ripple through his body like never before. It sent chills shooting down his spine like a current, and caused the hair on his arms to raise.
She was an anomaly. But, so long as he was trapped in this incomplete world, burdened by onslaughts of meaningless emotions, could he not indulge every so often?
A loud beeping noise erupted from Cyrus’ office door, stirring him from his musing. The doors slid open to reveal the petite redhead bouncing on her heels; “May I come in, Master Cyrus?”
A small smile played at his lips as the office doors closed behind her and he beckoned her forwards. “You may, commander.”
Sacred were these little indulgences.