NSFW Sketch Page + Ficlet

I really wanted to write a fic for this one so here we go!!

This is set before Six Fronts, Saint is still a pretty new guardian and is out patrolling the Cosmodrome.

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Perhaps the strangest thing about being an Exo was the faint human-like desires that lingered within his circuitry. Sometimes he yearned to eat, or to drink, other times they were more primal in nature. His ghost often assured him they would become background noise to all that he was experiencing and that missions should be his true focus. He had a duty to The City, to his fellow guardians, and the Vanguard. The desire to serve and protect often won over the faint yearnings.

Yet there were times that not even the howling wind of the Cosmodrome could mask their insistent call. Saint could feel how they stirred within and nagged at the back of his mind. His focus faltered and the freshly shot bullet from his sniper rifle kicked up dirt next to a Fallen Dreg. He watched through the scope as the small group of Fallen raised their hands, their chattering carried over the wind to him and they scattered among the rusted ruins.

His ghost hummed next to him, the little piece of machinery most likely knew before he did. Saint sighed into his helmet, he’d been tasked with patrolling the area but was doing a poor job of it. He strived to do good and to bring back excellent reports to the Vanguard but his mind was elsewhere.

Standing up he slowly brushed off dirt and snow from his armor. The place where he’d been prone had not collected a layer of snow and it amused him to see his outline. It was the little things these days that he had to glean joy. He would spend hours in the Tower and watch his fellows guardians play soccer, or see who could climb the highest on the various buildings much to the annoyance of the Tower staff, it amused him.

A strong gust of chilled air snapped him from his repose and he glanced to his ghost. The ever watchful eye of his companion blinked and then disappeared. A conversation better left unspoken for now. He often chatted with his ghost about the desires his body could not ignore, but his ghost didn’t seem to understand. Perhaps it was because at one time he was human. He was flesh and blood and his life expectancy was uncertain.

Saint looked around the field before setting out. His radar hadn’t picked up any other enemies yet and the small group he’d scared off would no doubt be cautious for the next few hours. He headed for the nearest pile of rusted junk and snow covered boulders that formed a vague shelter. It wasn’t ideal but he couldn’t ignore the ember that simmered in his abdomen. Before he settled into the alcove of old metal and earth he checked his radar again...nothing.

Saint sat down against one of the larger boulders that created a natural wall against the elements. He shifted his guns to the side and placed his rifle on the ground within arm’s reach. Although he was alone he always wondered where his ghost went, was it another dimension? Was his ghost just invisible? It was a question he often pondered on but he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer. Instead he tasked himself with getting down to business.

His hands knew what to do as he reached under the cloth between his legs and worked his fingers at the clasps of his armor. He'd tried to ignore the feeling but now his focus fed the ember and his system hummed when his hands freed himself. A sound escaped his mouth when he finally grasped himself a mix of relief and anticipation. The sight of his cock proud beneath the cloth embarrassingly lewd and his system warmed as he began to stroke. It didn’t matter that the open air cooled on his synthetic skin, his body continued to heat as he shifted in the dirt to get a better grasp.

Soft gasps escaped his mouth as he squeezed himself, he couldn’t think further than his hand and his mind faintly registered the new blip on his radar. He glanced around the small clearing, nothing in sight, but whatever it was it was close. For a second he closed his eyes and heard the metallic scrape of armor against rock as he leaned back and thrusted into his hand. When he opened them the blip was only a few yards away...yet it did not move. Then it finally clicked in his hazy mind what it was, of course he knew the specter that hovered at the edge of the clearing. It followed him whenever he patrolled the Cosmodrome. Always on the horizon and just outside of his radar. He’d noticed it a few weeks ago and caught a glimpse of it through his rifle’s scope as it disappeared among the terrain. A plume of fur and wisp of tattered cloak. A single Captain was an oddity, where were it’s lackeys, the Dregs and Vandals?

Saint could see it out of the corner of his eye, it’s cloak and fur rustled in the wind and he could just make out the cold blue of its eyes. Hot liquid leaked from the head of his cock and he groaned. He’d been distracted while the pleasure in his body had grown into a fire, his armor felt hot and his system warned him about imminent overheating. He was so close. The specter continued to watch as he touched himself, it’s icy blue eyes observed him with unblinking repose. The smell of fresh dirt filled the air as he squirmed, his hips stuttered as he chased his completion. His attention split between his own release and the lone Captain he wanted to know its intentions but if it posed no threat to him at his most vulnerable, he couldn’t begin to fathom what they might entail.

His body tightened as his pleasure grew and flames licked at his senses. Saint moaned at the peak of his next stroke as his voice processor cut at the height of his release. Back arched and head tilted back he came silently into his hand. Hot liquid spilled onto the ground and slicked his fingers as he tugged and squeezed the last waves of orgasm out of himself. At some point during his fevered display the specter had disappeared. It said nothing, left nothing. Exhaustion was quick to set in and Saint basked in the heaviness of his body. Silent snow began to fall, a reminder that the world continued to move even as he sat still. The untamed wilds of the Cosmodrome howled in the distance while the calling within him had been satiated for now.

In the silence as he reattached his armor Saint wondered about the lone Captain. Could this be a new tactic from the Fallen? Perhaps the Captain was truly alone, an outcast from it’s house with no one to watch its back. What kind of life was that to live? Utterly alone in a strange place. He peered around the clearing and at his radar. Empty. Whatever the case he still had work to do.