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Xeno Houston Wingfield, renowned as one of the greatest scientists in the old world, now made as a prisoner of his own scientific kingdom 3,700 years later.
He didn’t like that he wasn’t in control anymore, didn’t like but admired his mentee’s efforts to take control of what was rightfully his for his own benefit and goal.
Control was what kept Xeno going, after all power is elegant . Yet he would soon get a taste of his own medicine from the one he had claimed that he ‘tamed’.
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It was late at night and Dr. Xeno was in his lab, steadily working on a design of a few of the many components needed for his and Senku’s rocket project. He had been working tirelessly and nonstop for days, surviving on an excessive amount of coffee and the little amount of sleep he had accumulated for the week.
It came to him then. He was losing power over his own subordinates–he had little to no power in giving them orders unless Senku had given the green light to him. It was frustrating and made him feel powerless and small in the shadow of the young scientist. Long before the kingdom of science had even made its way to America, Xeno had every individual within the walls of his castle wrapped tightly around his finger. But now the control he had on them was starting to disappear slowly.
He stopped working on the design, placing his writing utensil down as his eyes visibly darkened and his posture stiffened.
“Very well,” his voice cutting through the silence in his lab, “I’ll at least keep one in my control.” The scientist smiles smugly and knowingly, turning around and making his way out the lab. He would check up on a certain someone.
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Stanley Synder, a former U.S military combatant with the expertise in the field of a pilot and sniper in the old world, now regressed to the right-hand man of Dr. Xeno. The man’s “pet” in the words of other people.
He didn’t care what he looked like in their eyes, often scoffing at the dirty talk behind him, and sometimes giving them a death glare. He thought they were weak, he knew they were weak because they were too much of a pussy to say it out loud to his face.
The man smirked and took another drag of the cigarette in his mouth, blowing the smoke out of his window. He could hear the familiar sound of boots making way to his room. He turned his attention back to the sniper gun in front of him, pretending to inspect it as the door opened with a small thud.
“Stanley.” The blonde didnt turn around at the sound of the familiar voice like he would usually do, he could hear the mischievous intent behind Xeno’s stern tone. He waited, still pretending to give all his attention to the barrel of the sniper.
A sharp inhale and a few steps into the room later had Xeno open his mouth again, “Stanley I know you heard me. Don’t play idiotic with me.” The scientist narrows his eyes as the man in front of him finally places the components down and turns around with a smug grin and a half burnt cigarette in his mouth.
“Yes princess?” Stanley said teasingly, taking another drag and blowing the smoke in Xeno’s direction. He watches Xeno intently, following the way his hand instinctively fanned the smoke out of his face and his brows furrowing together in annoyment.
“Don’t call me that Synder.” Ah. It was one of those days–where Xeno was either struggling with something or he was pissed enough to the point he'd take it out on the soldier. The blonde only shakes his head and puts his cigarette out, walking towards the other, his hand reflexively cupping onto Xeno’s face. “You got a problem,” he clicked his tongue and slightly tilted his head sideways, “ doc ?”
Xeno stiffens at the sudden movement and sly tongue but keeps his composure, his eyes devoid of any emotions and his hands folded neatly behind his back. He felt heavy, dizzy even, like the other’s presence was enough to weaken him, but he wouldn’t allow that.
“You’re trying to provoke me. It’s textbook behavior.” His eyes drop to the hand on his cheek, feeling each caress on his sensitive skin come on fire. Stanley’s smug smirk doesn’t fluctuate, the pad of his thumb moves to slightly part the other’s lips, not skipping a beat. “Now what would I do that for, doc?”
“Because you’re foolish.” Stanley doesn’t respond, only moves closer until their faces are inches apart, until they shared the same breath together. His free hand snaking around Xeno’s waist, pulling him closer till he’s slightly leaning back. “And what does that make you?” He whispered against Xeno’s burning red ear.
He hears a hitch of breath from the scientist, his strong wall of composure breaking little by little from the soldier’s antics. Stanley clicks his tongue and pulls away from the other man, he pulls out his cigarette box and takes another cigarette out. Xeno can only watch the man fluidly move his hands with grace as he lit the toxicating death stick and put it to his mouth.
“I don’t know what you’re trying to accomplish here Dr. Xeno,” he takes a drag first before speaking again, “but it sure as well won’t be me.” He shakes his head and moves past Xeno, walking to the open door to leave.
Xeno was left alone in the room, his face dumbfounded and flushed at the turn of events. “Damn that sly fox…” He would at least try again when work was done for today and they were both home. Yes, he would discipline Stanley for today’s behavior. Without another second to waste, he went back to his lab to finish up one last design.
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The soldier was grinning contently as he walked down the hallway. It was cute to watch Xeno go all shy and flustered in the middle of his tantrum moment, though he wouldn’t shut down the act right away–he had a plan, one that could benefit both or at least for him mostly. He lets out a short laugh, his mind coming up with dark schemes as he finally reaches the exit to go home.
‘ Yes–Xeno will love it, ’ he thought as he threw his cigarette down and stomped on it.