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Peter/Gamora/Drax
(Anonymous) 2018-12-13 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)FILL: Peter/Gamora/Drax
(Anonymous) 2019-01-15 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)-
Woken by a disturbing dream, Drax seeks out Mantis in the living areas of their ship. Though he normally considers her tiny and repulsive, he thinks her antennas may be useful in dispelling his night visions. When he does not find her waiting he growls and goes instead to her bunk. She sleeps curled in a ball like a slimy larvae, and were he not a tough and resilient man he doubts he could have withstood the horror of her appearance. But fortune smiles on him this night, and he is able to swallow his vomit without expelling all over her.
He does however make a grotesque noise, and Mantis startles awake.
"Drax?" Mantis gasps, her ugly mouth squishing into an unappealing pout. Her unsettling large eyes look down his substantial, handsome body. "Do you need something?"
"My brain has been poisoned with impure thoughts. I need you to cure me."
Mantis sits up, her antennas drooping.
"Cure? You wish me to banish your thoughts?"
"Oh yes, that would be most helpful." Drax says, sitting beside her.
"Which thoughts?"
Drax clenches his jaw and readies himself to speak the awful truth. He knew it would come to this, but it is a brave task to admit it. Fortunately he is might and fear is not in his nature.
"For three nights I have awoken with my nethers engorged." he says earnestly. "And when I recall my dream I see myself dancing. Wiggling and gyrating in a most repugnant display."
"Oh." Mantis says, leaning away from him. As she should. He is diseased.
"So you see, I must be cured before this affliction spreads." Drax says, dropping his voice into a scandalized whisper. "The effects would be devastating on a weaker man such as Quill. I am certain he would not survive."
"That does sound serious." Mantis nods, wide eyes. She holds out her hand as if to touch. “May I?”
There are few things in the universe which make Drax’s skin crawl. Mind control. Unripe fruit. The thought of how much sperm must be invisible but present in any inhabited body of water. Mantis’ disturbingly soft hand touching his voluminous bicep is one of them. But needs must, this is a matter of great importance. He steels himself against the roll of his stomach and sits still for the bug woman.
Her face turns impossibly more pale.
“Oh dear.” she says with her eyes closed in concentration. Her antennae glow in the dim room, and she retracts her hand.
Thinking himself cured, Drax tries to remember the cursed dream and shudders when his brain retrieves the images with even more clarity and eagerness.
He can hear it, the beating rhythm of Quill’s Earth music and the hypnotic sway of Gamora’s womanly flank. She is worthy of admiration, her shapely rump as suited to gore and bloodshed as it is to impassioned rutting. He can see her in his mind’s eye, bouncing and shaking, her belt heavy with ammunition and poison gas cartridges. His member is almost half as intrigued by her as it was by his late wife and that is a great feat indeed.
“What is wrong? Why do I still see the visions?”
Mantis’s face pinches into something he thinks more befitting of an injured pet than him.
“This is no curse, Drax, it is only your repressed sexual desires.”
It takes a moment for him to understand. “Repressed” is not a word in his people’s tongue. Only cowards hide from the truth and he is no coward. Once he reminds himself of the meaning, he barks out a wolfish laugh.
“That is ridiculous!” he bellows, deeply amused by the foolish girl’s erroneous conclusion. “I would never wish to dance of my own volition.”
“You do not wish to dance...but you are aroused by your dreams?” Mantis asks. Even as he crosses his arms and opens his mouth to deny it, the images assault him again.
Gamora in the galley of the ship, swaying to the simpering melody and rubbing herself indecently on Quills’ weak, pathetic form. His blood boils, for surely he would be a more pleasing post to hump. His muscles are thick and manly, his skin a rougher texture that would give more friction. He is an ideal specimen, so much so that he would understand if Quill wanted to join them. How better to improve his sad and ineffectual lovemaking than by studying under a tutor—or perhaps over. Drax would not want to squish him with his superior physique.
“You are!” Mantis says, her touch drawing forcefully from his fantasy with a shudder of revulsion.
“Stop that!”
“You are like Master Ego–” Mantis continues, her eyes wide as a bemused smile craws over her face.
“Like what?”
“You have a fetish!” she declares, pointing at his face and laughing freely. “You want to be a filthy, pathetic dancer like Quill!”
“Do not mock me.” Drax stands, affronted, and Mantis sobers. With deep breaths she contains her laugher and gives him the injured pet look again.
“There is nothing wrong with having a fetish! Many people do. Many, many people. Whips, feet, double penetration, bondage. Master Ego wished to urinate on his lovers.” Mantis says, sitting on her knees. “I do not understand these things well, but dancing does not seem so crude.”
She says it like a question, and he surmises that she is trying to lessen the blow. Her deference scorns him, but it is unkind to harm someone for delivering bad news. He refrains, instead clenching his fists and stomping to the door.
“My people commonly urinate on one another as a display of ownership. Is this not usual?” Drax blinks, then shakes his head. “Do not answer that. I do not think I want to know.”
“I’m sorry I cannot take the thoughts away. I tried for Ego, but the mind will only replace them with others.”
Gritting his teeth, he stops in the door hatch and forces himself to turn back.
“There is nothing to be sorry about. You related to me all the information your insubstantial powers can glean. Since there is no way to improve your smell or appearance, you have done all you can.”
“Okay.” Mantis nods, crawling back under her covers. “Good night, Drax.”
“Good night.” he replies.
The door closes, and he sighs. He will just have to practice being invisible as he had during his youth. It was been a long while, but perhaps if he reclaims the skill he can indulge the urges without revealing his true perversity. Yes, that is an excellent plan. Once he has given his confused manhood what it wants, he will surely be back to normal and no one need know a thing about it.
Quill and Gamora are not shy about dancing, he surely will not have to wait long. And when he does he will stroke himself to completion and that will be that.
Re: FILL: Peter/Gamora/Drax
(Anonymous) 2019-01-30 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Peter/Gamora/Drax
(Anonymous) 2019-02-03 12:02 am (UTC)(link)I'm so sorry it took me so long to read this! I am delighted by Drax's unwanted and unwieldy feelings and by the image of him potentially being on the bottom of any sexual situation that resulted, for fear of squishing people. I'm also amused that Mantis, in reading his feelings, also kind of takes on his attitude towards things, turning his disgust back on himself:
"You have a fetish!” she declares, pointing at his face and laughing freely. “You want to be a filthy, pathetic dancer like Quill!”
Here's hoping Drax gets more than he bargained for once he gets that desired view of the dancing. <3