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[elrhiarhodan]

Well, it's officially no longer a WIP. My Age Gap Exchange fic is done and posted. HURRAH! Didn't think I'd get it done in time, but finished with a few days to spare.

Now onto smutswap. Original fic. At 6.8k, it's mostly done (the smut's finished, whew). This is actually a different smutswap than the last one I posted. That one was too plot heavy and smut-light. So I started it over, and I think I'm happy with it. Here's a bit of the not-smut:

"To ensure a peaceful future between the Imperium and the Confederation, the representing delegations have agreed that Fleet Admiral Merryl Corrik will be given in legal and binding marriage to Lord Commander Arris Gyreth. Any issue from this marriage will be subject to the laws of the Imperium."

Merryl had been warned that his career in the military might end with the peace talks, that he might be forced into retirement. The Confederation had lost the war, despite everything that Merryl had tried to do with the aging fleet he'd been given; the lack of resources and modern technology had doomed his best efforts. He'd hoped that if he would be forced into retirement, he'd at least be allowed to find a quiet planet, far from the frontier, and put down some roots. Maybe find an Alpha and finally raise a family.

He hadn't expected to be given to the Imperium like some kind of war prize.

Merryl glances across the table at his counterpart and thinks that Arris looks far too good for his age. Even the patch over one eye only increases his attractiveness and Merryl is curious how he'd lost it. He also wonders if Arris remembers him from their Academy days. The hadn't had much to do with each other academically – Arris had been strictly Command track, the lucky born thirteenth child of the Empress would be no less. Even if one could have disregarded his family connections, Arris had been the perfect officer candidate – brilliant, handsome, gregarious, the quintessential Alpha Prime - no, Imperial Alpha Prime. Merryl had been on the Engineering track with a secondary in Command, and had none of Arris' advantages political or social. Even his friends had described him as scrappy, a fighter, more likely to throw a punch than to let an insult pass. And there had been insults a-plenty directed at an Omega from Confederation territory.

Despite their different academic tracks, he and Arris had somehow forged a friendship of sorts, one born out of biological imperative and an odd kind of gallantry. But that had been over thirty years ago, and in the intervening decades, Merryl had finally learned to control his temper. His tongue, however, still often runs away from him.

"Do you consent to this binding?" The negotiator, a neutral third party, is looking at Merryl when she asks the question.

"Consent? As if I have a choice?" The entire Confederation delegation glares at him; if the six sets of eyeballs were laser beams, he'd be a pile of smoking ash right now. But Merryl doesn't care; after all, it had been their incompetence led to this moment.

"You always have a choice." Arris speaks, his voice low and commanding.

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Ohhhhh! I like it! And I bet the smutty parts are DELICIOUS!

And w00t for posting your Age Gap! GO YOU!!

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