First Fight
The thing Yondu's learning about relationships is that they revolve around compromise. Not that Yondu’s much into compromising; he was a pirate, after all. But....
"I'm serious," Kraglin says, giving him the eye.
Yondu tries stoic silence and then growling, to no avail. This many weeks together and his mate is completely immune to Yondu’s glares. Yondu tries, "But it's a waste of time. I’ll just get sweaty again or covered in grease."
Come to figure, his cats are finicky. Picky. While Peter may fart and burp and scratch in the most unpleasant ways, even he is loath to go without a daily wash. Kraglin’s the same – almost catapulting from their bed to grab a rag when one of them is soaked in spunk.
In short – cats are really into hygiene.
"I like to be clean," Kraglin explains. "And while I don't mind skipping showers when we were stuck planetside, we have a pretty vast stock of water to use on the ship. And you need a bath. "
"But..."
"And if you don't take a bath, you'll be sleeping on Peter's old cot from now on while I take the bed. "
"Heartless," Yondu grumbles. It's not like he stinks. Much. "That's blackmail, ya realize."
"I learned from the best. And if it works, I'm not against it," Kraglin admits. "You should be fine with this, Yondu. It's not like I'm asking for much. And wouldn't it be nice to shower together?"
"An' now yer bribin' me. Gotta admit I'm a l’il turned on right now."
Kraglin slaps at his arm. "If Peter and I can spend an hour a day playing chase, then you can take a Stars-cursed bath!"
That had been one of Yondu’s requests; for Kraglin to chase Peter through the ship an hour a day at minimum, because the two cats vibrated with pent-up energy otherwise. Yondu sighs, gives in. "Only cause I love ya."
Kraglin beams. "Just think, we have all those gels to use! What flavor do you want? Lime? Strawberry?"
"Surprise me."
Kraglin rushes down the gangplank to their room, disappears inside it. Yondu waits for his mate to return, shakes his head. He's gone completely soft on his tiger. "Hurry up, fer Star's sake! Don' matter much, as I'll smell like somethin' else tomorrow."
Together, they head toward the showers. Kraglin and he both strip off their clothes and Yondu stands dutifully under the spray while Kraglin soaps him up. It’s not altogether awful with his little mate scrubbing at him. Not that he’ll admit it.
“You stay here and rinse, and I’ll be right back.”
“Hurry up,” Yondu says, leaning in for a kiss. “Might wanchu ‘fore I get outta here.”
Kraglin grins and disappears. Yondu rinses off, smelling the scent of something floral from his arms. “Must’a picked that honeysuckle scent,” he muses. “Huh.”
He waits. Waits a little longer. But still no sign of Kraglin. Concerned, he shuts off the water and steps out of the wash area, only to find… nothing. No pants. No shoes. No shirt. “Kraglin?” he shouts.
Silence. “Flark,” he says. He glances around the room, noting he’s got nothing to wrap himself in, and prepares for the walk of shame back to his quarters, when…
“Sorry! I didn’t expect that to take so long!”
Kraglin’s holding a different pair of pants in his hands… they’re dark navy and almost disappear against Yondu’s skin. “Those the new ones Nebbie an’ ya got?”
“These are some of the new clothes Nebula and I got you,” he replies. “I just had to go get them.”
“What’s wrong with my others?”
“Theyneedawashandsotheymightbeinthelaundry.”
Yondu glares at his mate. “We ain’t doin’ laundry.”
“You don’t have to. I’ll do it later when I scrub my other clothes.”
“Kraglin! This is space. No one’s judgin’ the stains on yer clothes.”
“I like clean clothes, now that I’m actually wearing them,” Kraglin replies. “I used to like running around in skin, but something tells me I can’t do that anymore either. So let me have this!”
“Stars,” Yondu replies. Then, as a peace offering, “Ya cleanin’ Peter’s clothes, too? Or ya wanna take turns.”
Because surely compromising on laundry would get him some nookie-nookie points, right? But Kraglin shoots him down. “Gamora taught Peter how to care for his own leathers. She and Nebula are the ones who taught me. I can do it, and I don’t mind doing yours.”
“Then why’re we arguing?” Yondu asks, confused.
“Because you don’t understand why I want to be clean!”
“An’ ya told me, an’ now I get it,” Yondu replies. “’S fine, Kraglin. Daily shower. Changin’ clothes. Ya can teach me how to do laundry, ain’t no big deal.”
Kraglin eyes him suspiciously. “No big deal?”
“Nope,” Yondu says. “Just ‘cause it ain’t my thing don’ mean it ain’t important to ya. I get it.”
“Hmm.”
“Ya wanna know the best part of a fight?”
“What?”
“Makin’ up,” Yondu replies. He strides over to Kraglin, scoops him up, and presses him into the wall. Kraglin’s legs fall open to wrap around Yondu’s waist and he squeaks as he’s trapped by Yondu’s arms. “Now I gotcha.”
“What’re you going to do with me?” Kraglin asks, batting his eyelashes.
Oh, the boy’s trouble. Yondu loses most of the blood in his brain as it races to his cock. “Think I’m gonna have ta punish ya for pickin’ a fight with me.”
He kisses Kraglin before Kraglin can reply, digs his fingertips into the meat of Kraglin’s ass. “Wanna peel ya outta those pants so yer naked like me,” he says, sucking Kraglin’s earlobe into his mouth. “Wanna get in ya, make ya smell like me.”
“Oh… please!”
Yondu sets Kraglin onto his feet, strips him back to skin. He then presses Kraglin back into the wall, pushing his thigh between Kraglin’s legs. “Rub up on me,” he instructs.
Kraglin whimpers but obeys, rutting against him in short strokes. “Flark.”
“Wantchu comin’ fer me. Wanna get ya dirty, wanna get inside ya an’ stay there fer as long as I want, fuck ya hard an’ fuck ya slow, till ya can’t stand on yer own no more…”
Yondu licks two of his fingers and slides them over Kraglin’s hole, teasing his way inside. Kraglin shouts out a wordless noise and comes like it hurts, spraying spunk up Yondu’s chest. Kraglin collapses into his arms, shaking. “Feel okay, sweetheart?”
“I don’t like the fighting, but the making up is good,” Kraglin sighs. He nuzzles under Yondu’s chin, folding into Yondu’s body like a puzzle piece. “You didn’t come yet?”
“Naw. Think I’ll getcha back ta the cabin an’ sex ya up a l’il.”
“Sounds nice. And then another shower.”
“Whatcha mean, another shower? I gotta take two of ‘em?”
Kraglin raises his head to glare and Yondu sighs in defeat. “Right, right. Fine. Good thing yer ass is worth it.”
“Hey!”
Yondu snickers, hauls Kraglin up over his shoulder, and strides down the gangplank towards their room. He ignores Gamora’s shriek of “PANTS!” and dumps Kraglin on their bed, kicking the door closed behind him.
He’s right, of course. The second shower is totally worth it.