Captain

Sleeping Dogs Still Bite I (Knox)

Dying was an option.

Knox was 100 percent sure it was a better alternative than facing Victor at this point. There was simply no goddamn way he would be able to look the man in the eye and not cringe into hell. The pure disgust would be evident on his face—all too clear to the man himself that he had seen his mighty massive cock in all its glory.

"Lieutenant Knox," The intercom pitched in again, jolting him a second time sending his erratic throbbing pulses skyrocketing higher than they already were. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He couldn't disobey a command, especially from Victor but every single warning bell in his head was telling him to choose punishment over whatever shit was brewing in Victor's office.

What the hell did the man have to say to him anyway? How could he even be able to talk and look anyone in the eye after sending a woman such a raunchy picture in the first place?

Knox was trying to rationalize the man's behaviour in his head but Victor had never been understandable to him so it was fruitless to even try to comprehend the timeline between him showing off his dick and calling for a man he barely paid attention to.

The frustration was building in his veins as he turned and grabbed the bathroom door handle. He marched out and threw his turned-off phone on the bed. His eyebrows were tightly locked together on his forehead and he was biting his lips immensely. The pressure was weighing him down with a heavy hand.

His mind was running and chasing composure with a vengeance compared to his hurried unsteady actions. He finished dressing in his uniform shakily. He took his sweet time to button his uniform and shoved his feet into his shoes. He was breathing hard by the time his delay came to an end. Cold sweat cascaded down his neck, sliding into his vest to his navel. There was barely any heat in his room, but he felt stuffed. He felt hot and out of control in a situation he should have control of. He needed control, or Victor would easily smell the nervousness on him.

The fear was irrational. This fear was unfounded. It was just a picture and nothing about it should cause this reaction inside him. His text messages were a bit too much right after, but Victor would have a ball with that one. What man wouldn't want his dick sucked according to Aaron? Victor wasn't some all-consuming asexual god who was as dignified as he tried to act. He was a man like all of his crew was.

Knox grabbed his doorknob and turned it. If he thought about it, this was right in line with his plans so freaking out was the opposite reaction he should have but against all calming and reasonable thoughts in his head, his palm sweated and his heart slapped against his chest hard. He could physically feel it in his eardrums tearing him into Tuesday.

Knox would say his fear of Victor stemmed from the hellish training regime that whipped his scrawny young ass into shape back in the day. It had been a wonder of true cruelty, to say the least, but now, that fear should have mellowed out. If anyone asked, he would scoff and divulge that he wasn't scared of the man in the slightest—just a scarce feeling of reluctant respect remained.

But internally, Knox knew that was bullshit. It was such bullshit.

The first step outside should have been easier but it wasn't. He felt like he was walking on fire and his soles were being burnt to a crisp. He took each step carefully and perfectly. The other team members were walking and laughing. Some patted him on the back in understanding because this occurrence wasn't rare these days.

Now that Knox thought of it, being called to Victor's office, was happening a lot more frequently than he liked. And that realization didn't sit well inside his already churning stomach. The walk to Victor's office was all well too fucking short and he arrived despite his slow pace.

He stopped at the door. He stared at the brown wooden thing in silence. The ship swayed under his feet. He swallowed a lump in his throat as he lifted his hands to knock on the door.

He tapped his knuckles on the surface.

"Come in,"

Victor's voice was calm, calmer than he expected it. Knox inhaled and exhaled the tension out of his lungs. Rationally, why would Victor have anything to be angry about towards him?

Victor didn't know he was Sandra nor did he say anything incriminating. It was just the guilt and uneasiness eating at his sanity. The consequences of getting caught never failed to ride his conscience. He pushed the door open and stepped in. He kept his eyes on the floor as he turned his back fully to close the door.

He was breathing shallowly and as quietly as he could to hide his sickening fear and apparent disgust from simmering through his body language. Knox knew if his eyes were anywhere but Victor's face, they would travel straight down past appropriate territory. There was no way the man hid that monster so well in those tight army pants.

Knox turned slowly, then looked straight at Victor who was sitting at the edge of his desk, with his arms crossed over his chest. The man's eyes were ungodly steady, piercing and they crippled Knox's very fake composure in a snap. He swallowed the panic right down his throat the moment it flared and took a step forward to stand in front of Victor. The man's eyes followed him as if he were stalking prey.

There wasn't even a twitch of Victor's lips. He sat still. His feet were planted flat on the ground. The only thing that seemed out of place in Victor's silhouette was his messy head of hair.

"You called, sir,"

Knox kept eye contact as he spoke. The stillness in the room was jarring. He felt like something was prickling against his skin but he couldn't comprehend what. He felt like he needed to be holding his breath or something would snap their jaws at him if he made even one wrong move. Facing Victor in this moment, felt like standing in front of a guillotine.

"Lieutenant," Victor breathed out, as he unfolded his arms from his chest.

"Yes...sir,"

Victor stood, and his height just made him seem even more overwhelming. Knox was used to the man towering over him but it felt different in this colossal moment he was being thrown in. Victor was a cold son of a bitch, albeit, a scary motherfucker but it never felt so haunting and fear-inducing as of now. Knox's bones were rattling and his body felt like it was being pushed closer and closer to a live wire as Victor stepped towards him.

Knox watched as Victor approached silently. He covered their distance in three steps and Knox expected him to stop a small tad length away but instead, the man kept walking as if he intended to walk right into him. Knox stumbled backwards when Victor's chest was precisely next to his nose. He trekked backwards and kept moving in that direction with every advancing step the man-made until his back slapped the wall hard with a thump.

Victor cornered him swiftly and effortlessly without even a flicker of change in his expression. The man stopped so close and right above him abruptly it took his wits away in a cinch. He was stunned into a confused silence that he didn't even try to dodge out of the small space Victor created.

"Captain Wallace," Knox stuttered out in real disarray. Because what the actual fuck?

Victor gazed down at him with a sharp glint of anger Knox had never seen before in the man's irises. It was silent and lethal, sending Knox's mind into overdrive.

"Are you having fun?"

Knox's eyebrows arched at the random question.

"What do you mean...sir?" He replied, trying to step further back from the man's offensive pressure but the wall was blocking him from escape. Victor's body was looming and large, covering any sunlight siphoning through the windows.

Knox jolted when Victor's hands slammed into his uniform and tugged him up. The man hissed with sheer venom, Knox felt it in his veins. His eyes widened.

"I said are you enjoying fucking me over? What are you getting out of playing this joke, Knox?"

"If you don't open your fucking mouth and explain this shit to me right now, I will kill you,"