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Jake feels his mouth go dry as he watches Quaritch work out.
Even in his new Avatar form that really shouldn’t be able to have visible muscles, the alpha’s biceps rippled with each rep he did.
Jake wasn’t a fan of his new body as much, but he doesn’t have much of a choice but to use it.
Can’t exactly spar with the recoms if he’a less than half their size and weight, not to mention he can’t even fucking walk.
Not that it was a problem anymore; his body was currently under surgery to bring back movement in his legs.
It was weird to Jake that he was inhabiting an alien body while his normal one was being fixed.
“Corporal, if I dropped this bar, you’d be so far up in your head, you’d have no idea,” Quaritch says, racking his weights and snapping Jake out of his haze.
Jake just shrugs in response. “You’ve never dropped it before.”
Quaritch sits up. “And if I did, seems like it’d be the last.”
“Sorry, sir,” Jake says, looking down.
Quaritch sighs. “What the hell are you thinking about so damn hard? Those science geeks are the best in their field; your body will be fine.”
Jake whips his head up. “How did you…”
Quaritch levels him with a look. “I know you, corporal. And you don’t have a damn thing to worry about. Now get your ass over here and start your damn set.”
Jake nods and takes some weight off the bar.
Damn Quaritch and his absurd strength.
Jake settles himself down on the bench and when he looks up, his heart damn near stops because wow, now this was a great view of Quaritch.
The older man towered over him and Jake could see every plane of his abdomen from this angle.
Quaritch raises an eyebrow. “You have to grab the bar to start the set, corporal.”
Jake nods. “Yes, sir, sorry.”
Jake grabs the bar and starts his set, trying to think about anything but Quaritch or his other body undergoing surgery.
***
Jake walks around slowly in his room, amazed.
Holy shit, he hasn’t walked in years.
And he didn’t need to see a blue man in the mirror while walking anymore.
It was nice, to say the least.
He starts trying to do lunges and test out his mobility when he hears a knock.
There’s only one person who would be knocking on Jake’s door at this time of night.
Jake opens the door and is immediately pushed into the room and the door is shut behind Quaritch.
Jake’s room is built for Avatar heights so Quaritch is comfortable.
Quaritch looks Jake up and down. “Well, I’ll be damned, princess.”
Jake beams, overcome with joy. “Isn’t it incredible? I feel so free.”
Quaritch laughs. “Are you that excited, baby? You were walking all day today.”
Jake shrugs. “That’s not really my body.”
Quaritch looks at him with an indecipherable expression on his face. “You don’t think that’s your real body?”
Jake shrugs. “I mean, it’s mine, it’s just not who I really see myself as.”
Quaritch makes a humming sound. “Get on the bed.”
Jake looks at Quaritch. “What?”
Quaritch jerks his chin towards the bed. “I won’t repeat myself, princess.”
“Um, do you need me to get in my avatar or—”
“Bed, corporal, now. That’s an order.”
Jake’s mouth goes dry.
If he and Quaritch try to do anything in this body, Jake’s pretty sure he’d end up paralyzed again.
But an order is an order.
Jake gets in his bed slowly, apprehensive of what events are to follow.
Quaritch follows him, climbing over Jake.
Quaritch taps the omega’s ankle and Jake spreads his legs instinctually.
Quaritch already was tall when Jake was in his avatar, so right now, he seemed massive.
His eyes were filled with hunger and Jake felt like prey being hunted by a beast.
Quaritch leans down, fangs scraping against Jake’s jugular.
Jake feels thin lines of blood erupt over his throat, his heart hammering in his rib cage.
“Miles,” Jake whispers, scared to break whatever trance his alpha seemed to be in.
Quaritch flattens his tongue against Jake’s scent mark and the omega’s body freezes up.
And then Jake starts laughing as realization hits him.
Quaritch looks up at him, raising an eyebrow in a silent question.
Jake can’t help, but pull Quaritch up into a kiss.
It’s soft and inviting and Jake is still smiling into the kiss.
“You’re such a possessive knothead,” Jake laughs. “I tell you I like this body better and you want to mark it?”
Quaritch’s tail swished behind him in agitation. “I want every part of you, Jake Sully.”
The sentence is said with such sincerity and devotion, Jake feels the breath get punched out of his gut.
Before he can respond, he feels a sharp pain in the side of his neck.
A shriek of surprise and pain leave him as he tries to jerk away from the pain.
Quaritch just holds him down with one hand on his chest as his teeth are clamped down on the side of his neck.
Jake tries to steady his breathing, but holy shit the pain was horrific.
It takes a couple minutes for the throbbing to turn into a pleasant feeling of connection and Quaritch carefully extracts his teeth from the side of Jake’s neck, lapping at the open wound that sluggishly bleeds.
Jake smacks his shoulder. “Give me a warning next time, asshole.”
Quaritch ignores him and continues sucking on the side of Jake’s neck.
Jake lets himself melt into the mattress. “Miles, I have to go on a run tomorrow morning. I have to go to bed.”
Quaritch doesn’t budge an inch.
Jake huffs. “Miles!”
“You’ll train one-on-one with me tomorrow,” Quaritch dismisses, finally rolling off of Jake to lay next to him.
Jake is tugged against a firm blue chest and the warmth from the avatar body is scalding against his back.
He feels Quaritch’s arms wrap around his waist.
Jake frowns. “I hope we actually train and this isn’t a euphemism for fucking.”
Quaritch doesn’t respond, but Jake can feel the smirk on his shoulder.
“Baby, I’m already behind the other recoms, I have to train tomorrow,” Jake whines.
He knows the pet name always has Quaritch folding.
This time is no different.
“We’ll actually train,” Quaritch grouses.
Jake tries not to smile too wide.
He can’t be giving up trade secrets after all.
***
Jake’s arms tremble on the balance bar.
This is not what he anticipated when he thought of training.
His abs were screaming out at him, but Jake was everything but a quitter.
A choked whimper leaves him as Quaritch thrusts in particularly hard.
Jesus, if Jake hadn’t been holding the balance bar in a vice grip, he’d have been slammed forward with the force of the thrust.
Even with all his Avatar strength, Quaritch was always ahead of him.
Both the perks of working out consistently in one body and having the advanced physical prowess of an alpha.
“Good job, princess,” Quaritch coos, sliding his hand over Jake’s trembling back. “Guess you’re more than just a good cunt to fuck, hm?”
Jake can’t even respond, eyes screwed shut so he doesn’t lose concentration and fall over.
Quaritch chuckles, grinding his hips forward.
Jake makes a strangled sound, almost folding over from the sensation of the Quaritch’s cock brushing up against his cervix.
“Miles, please,” Jake chokes out, voice breaking halfway through the ‘please’.
Quaritch leans over to press a kiss to the nape of Jake’s neck, completely covering the smaller Avatar.
Jake watches Quaritch’s arm grab the same balance beam he’s holding onto, caging Jake in between two muscular arms.
Jake’s breath catches on a sob when he feels Quaritch start to thrust in earnest.
“You’re doing great, princess,” Quaritch growls, nibbling right under Jake’s jaw.
The omega physically cannot respond between holding himself up and resisting the force of the thrusts that threaten to send him sprawling.
Jake literally feels electricity course through his veins when Quaritch moves his hand away just to start rubbing aggressive circles around his clit.
“Miles,” Jake sobs, head hanging between his trembling arms.
As he looks down, he can literally see an obscene bulge in his lower abdomen from Quaritch’s thrusts that were becoming so overwhelming that they might bruise his cervix.
“Cum for me, princess,” Quaritch rasps in his ear, voice low and barely controlled and Jake’s body goes as taut as a bowstring.
His abdomen spasms in the after shocks of orgasm and Jake desperately tries to keep his grip on his balance beam as keening sounds escape his mouth.
He finds that he physically can’t hold himself up, and his arms give out.
When his vision stops swimming, he realizes Quaritch is holding him up with one hand and panting into his shoulder.
Jake feels the cum dripping out of him and lets himself catch his breath.
“How’s that for a workout,” Quaritch mumbles against his shoulder.
“Shut the fuck up and give me a bath,” Jake says, eyes already closing.
He feels Quaritch chuckle, hot breath fanning across the mating bite and causing the omega to clench down hard on accident.
Quaritch hisses and his fangs are on Jake’s neck in a second.
Jake tries to move away, but find he’s too tired.
“I don’t think we’re quite done yet,” Quaritch coos.
Jake feels the alpha reach half mast inside of him.
Fuck, he was getting put through the ringer tonight.