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The briefing room was dead silent, not even the air vents were feeling merciful as they stayed silent for the first time in months. Nestor wished, prayed, even, for something to break this silence.
One arm pinned him against the wall belonging to (self proclaimed) Colonel Taktikus, the Ork Warboss of the Waaagh his own troops were currently allied with. It has been a few weeks since any big fights had broken out amongst the mixed troops and morale was high, it seemed that it was possible for the two species to genuinely work together.
That's what they were supposed to be discussing here today, but Nestor was distracted.
His eyes quickly darted down to the naked chest of the ork warboss.
Very distracted.
He'd be lying if he said the orks, shall we say, lax manner of being dressed hadn't been affecting him in many ways he never thought possible. Taktikus was dressed to the nines for an ork and even then that meant that without his sniper cloak and goggles he only wore a trenchcoat (obviously styled after Militarum officers), hat (another fashion item shamelessly stolen, this one definitely off of some poor dead sod), and a pair of way too tight for their purpose pants. Nestor knew logically that the orks were sexless and that this sort of display meant nothing to them, but that didn't mean that it didn't make him feel like a hormonal teenager again.
Nestor could smell the musty smell coming off of the creature towering over him, like a forest settling after months of rain. It should have really turned him off.
Taktikus smirked, pushing himself further into Nestors space.
What Nestor didn't know, was that Taktikus had a method when it came to the few times he teamed up with humans. They got very uncomfortable when he acted in an unexpected way, but not in a way so unexpected it was dangerous. Being friendly was unexpected and not trusted, but this? Flirting? That was the one thing that never failed. He would laugh for days at how humans he so much as gave a lecherous look to would be mentally upset for weeks after.
What Taktikus didn't know was the human he was trying it out on was very much enjoying it.
"You're such a good boy, aren't you General~?" Taktikus purred out, bringing his free hand to the generals hips. The touch was rather light for an ork, giving the man the ability to run if needed.
Nestor nearly had a heart attack right then and there. By the God-Emperor.
Well, if the ork was game then by lord Nestor would be game too. He would be a fool to pass up such a chance to have such a beautiful beast coming onto him while they were under the Emperors holy light. Screw the logistics! They'd figure that out just like everything else so far.
With as much confidence as he could muster Nestor brought up his own hand, slowly mapping out the curves and muscle of his abdomen then chest. Oh what he would do to be able to properly worship those giant tits like they deserved, so wasted until now on others of his species who couldn't appreciate them.
"What is the Colonel going to give me for my reward, for being such a good boy~?"
He felt Taktikus stiffen above him.
Nestor looked up in confusion, the feeling only increasing as the ork looked like a deer in the headlights. Eyes wide, body still, jaw slack.
"I-" Taktikus stopped, it was the first time both of them had heard him stutter like that. "I-I THINK I 'EAR MY BOYZ CALLIN' ME."
And faster than Nestor could even comprehend, Taktikus had pushed himself away and had ran out of the room at the speed of which he was famous for. Nestor could have sworn there was a dust cloud in his wake.
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"Seriously?!"