Ahhhh let me express how awesome you are! Ok now that I have that done. Can I prompt 'this isn't about loyalty' for the Flint crack pairing of your choice.
(Micro micro fic but here have fic)
“What is this?” Flint asked quietly, suddenly, his hand moving to stop Dooley’s where it rested on his thigh. “Some twisted version of remaining loyal to me?”
Dooley pulled away and sat back on his knees. It said a lot really; that his captain would only expect physical affection or, god forbid, honest and personal affection if it were a way to keep him on side. Dooley frowned to himself and looked away, his stomach becoming unsettled at the idea.
“It’s not a question of loyalty,” he said quietly. “You’ve been good to me, yes, and I am loyal to you, until death I’ll be by your side. But… this is not something I do, something I give, lightly. I actually want to be with you like this.”
Flint seemed to collapse in on himself at the admission. He was frowning, eyes shining and damp where he gazed at the floor by his feat. He looked like a lonely king, Dooley thought; strong form, shining loneliness in his eyes and the heavy burden of power making his broad shoulders dip. He was, Dooley thought, beautiful in that regard.
He reached forward, hands on Flint’s upper thighs and knees between Flint’s feet, and looked up.
“You’re my captain, yes, but that’s not my reason to be here,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss one of Flint’s hands. “I want you. I want to know you.”
The captain’s fingers carded through Dooley’s curly hair before cupping the side of his face. “I make no promises… but I’ll try.”
Dooley smiled. “That’s all I ask.”