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You hear a knock on your door which breaks you from your reports you were currently writing. As a hired Mandalorian you taught the clones to fight at the request of your old friend Jango. You finish signing off the last report: another batch off to the war.

The knocking gets more frantic. Whoever it is, they’re in a hurry.

You open the door to see Hunter standing behind it and as soon as it opens he steps forward, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his forehead to yours. The door slides shut behind him.

“Hunter, are you ok?”

The batch had been on a mission, you knew that much. Hunter always came to see you whenever they got back. You had a relationship, of sorts. You liked to think of it as stress relief but the longer it went on the more you suspected the sargeant had developed deeper feelings for you. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t considered it. But this was wartime. A future was not guaranteed.

Hunter lifts his head off yours and grabs you head and pulls you to him as he kisses you passionately. You snake your arms around his waist, one hand sneaking down to grab his ass and you squeeze, eliciting a moan from Hunter.

“Need you.” He mumbles against you lips, eyes closed. He manhandles you against the wall next to the door, one of his hands reaching out to lock it before returning to your body, roaming all the way down until they rest on your waist. You run your fingers through his hair and give a gentle tug, something you know he loves and he groans against your neck, planting kisses there. He begins moving down, kissing your collarbone before reaching for the hem of your shirt and pulling that over you head, deft fingers unclipping your bra and throwing it in the direction of your bed. His lips only leaves yours for a second while he does that before he’s moving down to gently suck on your nipple, then planting a kiss on your abdomen before pulling off your pants in one swift movement. He kisses your hipbone before dragging your underwear off with his teeth. Your core free, he kneels before hoisting you up onto his shoulders, your back firmly pressed against the cold durasteel wall.

“Missed this.” He mumbles against you before sucking on your clit that has your moaning loudly and you hands snake through Hunters hair to find purchase. He moves further down, his strong tongue pushing in and out of your soaking cunt, his nose grazing your clit which makes you buck against his face. Hunters hand on your thigh gently kneads the soft flesh there, encouraging you.

“Hunter I-“ it had been too long. You were close.

“Cum for me cyare.”

Hunter says before giving your clit a particularly hard suck which has you riding out your high against Hunters mouth. He licks up the mess you made happily before easily putting you back on the ground, hands holding you steady.

When you find your feet again you rake your eyes up and down Hunters form, his lips still glistening from your release. “You’re wearing too much.” You say before bringing him into a searing kiss.

Hunter groans against your mouth as your hands deftly remove his codpiece and you stroke his straining cock through his blacks. His dick twitches in response to your touch.

Reluctantly, he pulls away so he can remove the rest of his armour and you watch lustfully as he does so, finally removing his bodysuit so he’s standing naked in front of you.

You would never get used to his chiselled body. You frown as your finger traces lightly over a scar you knew wasn’t there last time.

“This is new.”

“Don’t think about it.” Hunter says and distracts you by lifting you up and carrying you to the bed, laying you down gently. He leans on top of you, gaze steady before his eyes flicker away from yours for a moment. Was he nervous?

“Hunter?” You ask carefully and he brings his gaze back to you.

“I wanna try something. But if you’re not ok with it that’s completely fine.”

“I’ll try almost anything Hunter, what is it?"

"You remember that toy I got you?”

You think back to when a package got delivered to your quarters on Kamino, from Hunter.

You didn’t do gifts, but you were very surprised to find in that box, a silicone replica of his dick. How he got the credits or where in the galaxy he got it done you didn’t know.

‘Something to remember him by’ was all the note said.

“Yes.”

“I want you to fuck me with it.”

“As in..” you trail off, wanting Hunter to make himself clear with what he wants.

“I want you to peg me with it. I, I have the attachments for you.”

“And you sure this is what you want?” You ask carefully.

“Stars yes. I tried, prepping myself, on the Marauder but that ship is too small and I’m pretty sure Tech heard me moan. He wouldn’t look at me for days.”

You chuckle at the idea of Tech overhearing that and just not being able to process it.

“You want to be in charge? Or do you want me to be.”

“You please, take care of me. Please.”

“Of course.” You say, reaching up to give him a chaste kiss before pulling away and flipping you both so you were on top.

“Lay face down Sergeant.”

“Yes sir.” Hunter loved it when you pulled rank on him. Especially after a mission. All he had done was give orders and all he wanted was to give up control. You did that for him nicely.

Your hands rake over his body, massaging his shoulders and waist before moving to the globes of his ass. You knead them in your hands before spreading them. Hunter reaches out and fumbles with the small crate next to your bed and pulls out a bottle of lube and throws it at you which you catch easily. You put some into your hand and coat your finger before spreading his ass cheeks and slowly circling his hole.

“Relax for me Hunter. Let me take care of you.”

Maker, he listens and you push one finger in slowly, digit moving in circles until you find what your looking for. You curl your finger up and Hunter jerks forward and moans. Found it. You keep working him open, moving to two digits, then three. You go to add a fourth to somewhat match the girth of him when his hand reaches around to stop you.

“You want to stop?”

“No, this is taking too long. I need you to fuck me.” Hunter whines.

“Where’s the-“

Hunter knows what you’re asking and cuts you off in a hurry. “In my utility belt.”

You get off the bed and quickly find the straps you were looking for, pulling them on and securing the dildo.

“On your hands and knees Hunter.” You order and Hunter complies.

You coat the dildo in more lube before you line up with his hole, a hand comfortingly on his hip.

“You ready?”

“Please.” Hunter begs and you oblige, sinking into him slowly until your buried to the base.

Hunter whimpers but you know that it’s in pleasure. You give him a few moments to adjust.

“Move. Please.” Hunter says and you slowly thrust in and out of him, making sure to angle upward to hit his sweet spot.

“Harder.” Hunter pleads and you pick up the pace, holding your hands steadily on his hips and you pull him back and forth off your cock. A hand reaches down to grab his cock.

“Not gonna.” Hunter pants.

“Cum for me Hunter. You deserve it.” You say and with a few strokes Hunter is cumming, white streaks painting your sheets. You immediately regret not putting down a towel.

You keep working Hunter through it until you feel him soften in your hand and you pull out as he flops forward, blissed out. You walk over to your adjoining fresher and get a cloth, unclipping the harness and dumping it in the sink before taking the cloth back to hunter and carefully cleaning him up.

“You’re going to have to get up.” You say.

“Can’t.”

“Hunter.” Your tone leaves no room for argument and Hunter gets up but flops against you like a limpit. You hold him before he finally steps backwards and looks at your sheets.

“I’ll change those.”

“You better.”

“Later, I said I’d bring you to dinner with the squad. I know they’ve missed you too.”

You roll your eyes and Hunter. You would end up doing your own sheets. Again.

“There they are!” Wrecker yells as you and Hunter walk into the caf. Hunter was walking a bit funny but you think he was hiding it well. You grab your food and sit down with the rest of the batch who accost you with recounts of their mission. As Hunter sits he winces, still tender.

Crosshair, who was watching Hunter carefully does not miss this and smirks. “All right there Hunter?” He teases.

“Yeah, yeah, just pulled a muscle.”

“I’ll bet.”

“Hunter, you shouldn’t have skipped your physical when we returned. If you have injured yourself on the mission we cannot be redeployed until you have been cleared. I suggest if you were hurt you go to the med centre as soon as possible.” Tech says, studying Hunter with concern.

Hunter waves him off. “I’ll be fine.”

You fail to contain a smile.

Chapter Text

You were currently working on the underside of the ship, repairing several broken parts after the Marauder was forced into a crash landing. Again. Tech had grumbled at Hunter for not shooting down their attackers while Crosshair moaned that the landing was so rough one of the pieces on his rifle had snapped off. They had left the ship as soon as they had landed and Tech declared he needed space to repair the ship. You had offered to stay and help seeing as you used to be a mechanic, and for once, Tech had agreed. Usually he never let you do any repairs on his ship. At least, ones he knew about.

You tightened the last bolt and pulled yourself out from under the ship. It had been hours since you started and you were surprised to see that the others had not returned. When you step inside the ship, you realise that’s probably for the best as you hear grunts and yells coming from the cockpit. You think you hear Tech curse at you, but you ignore it and open the door to see if he needed any help.

What you were expecting to see was Tech halfway under the control panel, which is where he was situated at that moment. What you weren’t expecting to see was his codpiece removed, dick freed from his blacks as he pumped his cock with one hand, the other still tinkering with whatever he was repairing underneath the cockpit.

That took multitasking to a new level, and you were jealous.

You clear your throat and Tech startles, hand releasing his dick and head whacking on the underside of the panel. You wince as he shouts in pain before hes tucking himself away and sliding out from under the panel.

“Oh. You have completed repairs. I did not expect you to be finished for another zero-point-seven-five of a standard hour.”

“You do remember I was a mechanic before I joined you guys, right? I was good at what I do.” You ask, crossing your hands over your chest.

“Well, we never had the chance to test that hypothesis.”

“Because you wouldn’t let me.” You splay your hands out in front of you and shake your head. “Wait, we’re getting off topic here. Mind explaining to me what you were doing before I walked in?”

“I was repairing the conduit to the landing gear that was damaged in the crash.”

“Tech, you know I’m not referring to that.”

Tech adjust his goggles. “Oh, you must be referring to me ‘jerking off’ as Wrecker has so eloquently described the activity. I was merely feeling stressed and it is a good way to relieve tension. I can explain the biological processes if you like.”

“Tech, you shouted my name. Were you cursing me because of the ship repairs? Or…” You trail off, biting you lip.

“Yes, I was imagining you. I find that I am able to find my release quicker when I picture you doing the act rather than myself. I hope you are not offended.”

Offended? No. Curious? Most definitely. You had always been attracted to Tech. He was so smart and he repaired the ship with ease. You had watched him, always learning new things. He was always happy to explain something to you if you asked. You just never thought he noticed you. Apparently, he had.

“Would you like some help?” You ask.

“Repairing the coupling is a one person job; I doubt you will fit under the console with me.

You could pass me my tools if you’d like.”

“That’s not – “ You shake your head side to side. “Sure, I’ll help you.”

Tech nods and slides back under panel, holding out his hand when he needed something. He didn’t even need to ask. You watched him repair. You knew what he needed. You start to get bored so you decide to help Tech out in the other way. You climb over Tech, straddling him and removing his codpiece before sitting down. Tech looks up at you slightly but then returns to his work.

You grind down against him, enjoying the friction. He was still half hard and you felt him harden underneath your ministrations.

“What are you doing?” Tech asks, looking up at you.

“I’m helping.”

“You don’t need to do...this” he says, gesturing to your position atop him.

“But I want to Tech. I want to.”

“Very well.”

“Think you can stay focussed on your repairs while I take care of you?” you practically purr.

“It would appear I am about to find out.” Tech replies, returning to his work.

You’re working up already but it had been a while and you needed to prep yourself a little.

You step off Tech and sit in the cockpit chair, shucking off your pants. Your hand dips down to your fold and you’re wet, but from what you could tell Tech was big.

You lazily rub your clit and gasp at how good it feels. Tech pauses his work to shimmy out from underneath the panel, propping himself up with his hands behind him and he watches, pulling out his dick from his blacks and stroking himself in time with your thrusts and you pump your fingers in and out of your wet heat. When you add a third finger you think you're ready.

“Back under the panel darling.” You say to Tech and he complies, shimmying underneath the panel. You step over him, giving his dick a few strokes to coat it in precum before lining him up with your entrance and sinking down until he was fully seated inside you. Tech groans loudly but his nimble fingers do not stop on the repairs. If anything he picks up the pace.

You lift yourself up and down, riding his dick and you know that you're close. Your hand that was not supporting your weight reaches down to rub your clit and when you feel you’re reaching that peak, Tech rips your hand away.

“Uh, uh, I have not finished my repairs yet. You don’t cum until I do.”

You don’t know where this side of Tech is coming from but you like it, nodding in response as you continue to bounced up and down on his dick.

What feels like hours, but was probably only a minute or so, Tech declares he's finished his repairs. He leans back and lets you do the work, your hand resuming rubbing circles around your clit. You feel your orgasm building and you breathlessly moan Techs name and you feel his dick twitch inside you, so you do it again.

“Meshla, I'm going to-“ He doesn’t get to finish his sentence as your orgasms rips through you and your walls flutter around his dick. This is all it takes and Tech is shooting his cum inside you. Eventually he stops jerking inside of you and you slip off of him, his cum dripping out of you and onto your thighs. After tucking himself back in his pants and reattaching his codpiece, Tech hands you a rag and after deciding it was clean you wipe yourself up and get dressed.

“That was-“ Tech starts.

“Tech rendered speechless?” You say, trying to even your breathing out. The others were meant to be back any second. “That’s a first.”

“Careful Meshla.” Tech says in a low voice.

“Or what Tech?” You tease.

Tech surprises you but standing up and towering over you before pulling you flush against him.

“Might have to use that mouth for something else.”

“That can be arranged.” You say cheekily and Tech crashes his lips to yours.

The sound of footsteps up the ramp has you and Tech jumping apart and reorganising yourselves. As the others step into the cockpit you had dashed outside, pushing past them.

“Whats wrong with them?” Wrecker asks.

“Nothing.” Tech says quickly. Too quickly.

Hunter narrows his eyes. “Whatever you did you better fix it. We cant lose them off our squad, understood?”

“Yes sir.” Tech says, following you out of the ship. Maybe he could convince you for another round out in the wilderness.

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It was late. The rest of the batch were asleep in their pods but you had elected to take the night shift. You were currently sitting in the cockpit, feet up on the console as Tech wasn’t there to get your dirty boots of his ships console. You’re looking up at the night sky. The planet you were on had a clear deep purple sky, the lights twinkling. You wish you were up there with them and not stuck in a war.

You thought about the squad you had been with for the last 2 years. It had been a rocky start but they had all ended up accepting you as one of them. Your Republic Intelligence skills had come in handy more than once and you were definitely skilled in a fight. The boys and yourself had built up quite a comradery so when Hunter had suggested that the reg Echo join their group and Echo had agreed, you were sceptical at first. Having not been on the mission at Anaxes, you had not been there to meet him initially. When you did, you had fallen in love with him. He was sweet, shy and definitely was not sure of himself.You liked staying up with him when he couldn’t sleep and he would tell you of the shenanigans the 501st got up to, mostly due to their General. He told you stories about Domino squad and his twin Fives and you had held his hand while he wept quietly. You felt a real kinship with Echo and your heart went out to him.

So when you hear a shout of your name, its not entirely a surprise. You all fought in war day in, day out. You all had nightmares. So if someone called out during the night, it was the night persons duty to help them in any way they could. For Wrecker that meant giving him Lula or just having him crush you to death while he slept. For Hunter that meant getting a weighted blanket, sensory deprivation earpods and eye mask. For Crosshair it meant just sitting there, not talking. He had pulled you into bed with him once so he could feel someone against him to ground him, and then threatened to kill you if anyone found out. You had just rolled your eyes at him. He was never serious. For Tech it meant giving him something to do or talk about while his mind caught up with reality. You had found out a lot of interesting facts that way. For Echo…for Echo it was the hardest. While he was comfortable with you and could talk about his past, his nightmares were another story. He hadn’t told you what happened, and you hadn’t asked, but Tech had filled you in with the general gist of his injuries. You knew what he had experienced was hell.

So when he shouted out at night and you were on the night shift and went to him, he would insist he was fine. You never believed him. You never pushed even though he would always come out in the morning with dark circles under his eyes.

When your name comes out quieter, in a whimper, you rush as quietly as you can to the source of the noise. It comes again to your left and you open the bunk door to see Echo inside, thrashing wildly.

Except he's awake. And thrusting into his hand as your name falls from your lips.

You attempt to back out quietly but you misjudge the distance to the door and end up stumbling. Echo opens his eyes to see you standing there and he flushes in embarrassment and pulls the blanket to cover himself. You back out the door and hightail it to the cockpit, closing the door behind you. You were surprised when it slide open again a few moments later and Echo steps inside, closing the door again behind himself. He sits down in the co-pilots chair but does not look at you. You keep your eyes focussed forward on the night sky through the cockpit window.

“I’m sorry.” Echo says and you bring yourself to look at him. He looks so vulnerable.

“Why are you apologizing?” You ask, you hadn’t wanted to embarrass him. The act itself did not bother you.

“It was inappropriate.”

You scoff. “Echo, I’m in a very small ship with 5 elite male troopers. Trust me, its nothing I haven’t seen or heard before. For example, Wrecker is the loudest.”

Echo wrinkles his nose and you find it adorable. “I didn’t need to know that.”

You raise your hands. “I just wanted you to know its ok. You don’t need to feel ashamed. It’s a natural part of being human.”

“But I’m not human, not entirely.”

“Well, who told you that?”

“The Techno Union. Tech.”

Interally cursing Tech, you look at Echo and he is watching you intently. You take his hand and hold in yours, rubbing the back of his flesh hand with your thumb.

“This? This is human.” You let go of his hand and stand up, turning his chair towards you. You reach out to touch his cheek but hover, asking permission.

Echo closes the gap and you stroke his cheek. “Human.” You move your hand over to his heart. “Also human. Understand?”

Echo nods and you sit back down in the pilots chair, resting your hands on his legs where the flesh of his thigh meets the hard metal of his prosthetics.

“You’re good for them. For us. You know that right?” Echo says.

“I know. They let me know, in their own ways.”

You lapse into silence, just watching eachother. You eventually move so your chairs are facing forward but you hand still holds his. Crosshair gets up to relieve you and while he notices the hand holding, he doesn’t say anything about it. He tells you to get out and get some rest before taking up your position, resting his feet against the console. He raises his eyebrow at you as if challenging you to tell Tech but you just give him a look. They all did it when Tech wasn’t around.

You step out of the cockpit and start making your way to the bunks, your hand still interlaced with Echos. You stop outside your bunk and Echo pulls away.

“Stay.” You say and grab Echos hand and pull him into your bunk. Echo politely looks away while you pull on some sweatpants and a jumper and climb into bed, patting the space in front of you. Echo slides in and you spoon him from behind.

Echo feels a bit stiff, as if he doesn’t know whether he can relax.

“Echo, I can hear you thinking. Just relax. I wont bite. Unless you ask me to.”

You throw some innuendo at him and he sputters which makes you laugh. Tightening your arm across his chest, you drift off to sleep.

You’re awoken to Echo shuffling uncomfortably in his sleep. He was still tucking into your front but you can feel his hips moving. You lean over him and he's definitely still asleep. He starts quietly moaning your name and then you realise. He was having a wet dream about you. You start stroking his hip and he shudders but it seems to wake him up and he's panting, his usually cold skin hot and sweating.

“Echo.” You say so he knows you’re awake. The rest of the Marauder is quiet, the others still asleep save for Crosshair. Echo stiffens.

“Its ok. Its normal, remember? Human. We can continue the dream, if you want.”

“I don’t need your pity.” Echo says and immediately regrets it.

“Good thing I’m not giving it to you then.” You reply smoothly, unphased by his comment. “Echo, for some reason you find this hard to believe, but I am attracted to you.”

“You’re lying.” Echo says.

“Have I ever lied to you?” Echo thinks about it. You had lied to everyone else in the batch over small things, mostly Crosshair because you found amusement out of it, but never him. You were straight with him, always coming from a place of caring.

“No.”

“Well I’m not going to start now. So I’ll ask again, and if you say no, ill drop it. We can pretend this never happened. But I’d like something to happen Echo, I would. So do you want to continue that dream?”

“Yes.” The response is barely more than a squeak but with the confirmation you rub circles on his hip before moving your hand to his front and dipping it below the waistband on his lower blacks. You stroke his cock through the fabric of his underwear before releasing it from its confines. It strains against his stomach and you run your thumb to collect the precum pooling there before stroking your hand up and down his length. Echo groans and the contact and you move your hand to gently fondle his balls before resuming stroking his cock.

“Not going to last.” Echo pants out.

“This is all about you Echo, cum for me. You deserve it.”

Your words of encouragement are all that he needs and his hips are stuttering as he jerks in your hand, ropes of cum painting his stomach.

You reach over and grab a cloth and dampen it with some water you keep in the compartment in the wall and wipe Echo down before tucking him away. You throw the cloth away and Echo shifts so hes facing you.

“Can I repay the favour?”

You smile at him but your eyes droop. You were tired. “Next time Echo, next time.”

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You hear yelling coming down the corridor but you pay it no mind and continue to finish your reports that you were currently working on.

Your door wooshes open moments later and an angry Hunter steps through the door towing Crosshair, who looked indifferent to whatever was happening. Hunter shoves Crosshair roughly through the door but he doesn’t stumble, remaining near the door while Hunter storms through your room over to you, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head which is a contrast to his earlier behaviour. You glance at them both before returning to your work. You were almost finished then you could deal with whatever was going on here.

“I-“ Hunter starts but your shake your head and hold up your hand. They know by now not to interrupt you when you were working, lest you get angry at them. Sometimes, that’s exactly what you want.

Hunter waits and after a few long minutes you finish your report and turn off the holopad, crossing your arms over your chest as you look at the two clones.

“Want to explain what happened?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at Crosshair. If anyone was going to have started something, it was him.

“Someone didn’t follow orders and nearly got themselves killed.” Hunter hisses.

“Someone was too blind to see the attack. If I hadn’t done what I did the rest of the squad would have been compromised.” Crosshair shoots back.

“We would have been able to deal with it. You didn’t need to put yourself in the line of fire!” Hunter yells.

Ah, there it was. He wasn’t angry because Crosshair had disobeyed orders – again – but because he almost got injured in the process.

“Let me get this straight.” You interject before they start cursing at eachother. “Crosshair disobeyed orders like he usually does, but this time it’s a problem because he got himself killed and you.” You point at Hunter. “Were worried about him.”

Crosshair scoffs and you level him with a look.

“Its not that simple.” Hunter starts to protest.

“It doesn’t matter.” You say. “You all made it back here in one piece, right? Your mission was a success. What does it matter now?”

“He should follow my orders.” Hunter says, glaring at Crosshair.

“Im assuming you have a suitable punishment then?” You ask, glancing between the two.

“Yes.” Hunter replies.

“And?” You prompt.

“He wont follow my orders – that much is clear. Lets find out how good he is at following yours.”

You nod along. “Are you alright with that Crosshair?” You ask and he nods. “alright then, kneel.”

Crosshair complies, dropping to his knees. You push yourself away from the desk, grabbing an item out of your draw before walking over to Crosshair. “Hands behind your head.” You command.

“Yes sir.” Crosshair drawls as he complies with your order.

Hunter scoffs. “So he can follow orders.”

With his hands occupied in the cuffs you had gotten from your drawer, you reach down to remove his codpiece and you can see hes already half-hard. You stand up and go over to Hunter, practically throwing yourself against him.

Hunter wastes no time and pulls you close, inhaling as his head dips down to you neck. “Missed you.” He mumbles.

“I missed you too. Both of you.” You chuck a glance over to Crosshair who was kneeling patiently.

“Any injuries?”

“None. Tech found new flora on the planet we visited so Im sure hes busting to tell you all about it.”

“I look forward to hearing about it later. Now, where were we?” You move your hands from where they were clasped around Hunters neck and move them upwards to tangle in his hair. You give a gentle tug and Hunter moans. He loves it when you play with his hair. He kisses you with ferocity and without breaking the kiss lifts you up and carries you to your bed and lays you down atop it. You quickly remove your clothes and Hunter reluctantly gets up to remove his armor before pouncing back onto you. They’d been away awhile.

His fingers dip down and trace lightly on your hip before they grab the waistband of your underwear and he pulls them off. His thumb rubs lazy circles on your clit while he sinks in one digit of his free hand into your cunt.

“So wet for me. So ready for me.”

“Don’t make me wait Hunter. I need you.” No matter how many toys Tech had made you, they were never the same as when your boys were actually here doing this to you.

“I should give them what they want. Should I Crosshair?”

You take a look at Crosshair who was watching intently, his piercing gaze never leaving you. You look at his crotch and you can see the wet spot on his undersuit where the hard outline of his cock was. You knew it was taking all of his restraint to not break out of the cuffs and fuck you senseless.

“Maybe if he follows orders we’ll give him a reward.”

“I don’t know, Im not sure he deserves it.” Crosshair scowls at Hunter and you supress a smile. You catch Crosshairs gaze and he winks at you. Hunter decides you should be paying attention to him and sinks another digit into your wetness, pumping them in and out and making sure he curls his fingers just right. You’re practically keening underneath him. You need him in you. Now.

“Hunter, fuck me.” You tell him.

“Yes sir.” He lines up with your entrance and sinks all the way in and you sigh at the feeling of being full. He lets you adjust and when you’re ready he begins to piston into you. Your hand finds purchase on his hips and you look up at him, meeting your eyes with his honey coloured ones. His pupils are blown wide.

With one hand supporting himself he uses his other hand to work your clit and you know you’re not going to last long, and you can tell he isn’t either.

“Hunter.” You moan. “I’m close.”

“Me too. Want to cum together.” He must be holding back because he works even harder, angling upwards so he can hit that sweet spot inside you and with one last thrust your clenching down around him and that’s all it takes for him to bury himself all the way inside you as he cums.

You both lock eyes as you come down from your highs, panting. You break away and Hunter pulls out and flops down on top of you. He’d normally pull you against him and cuddle but you couldn’t forget about Crosshair who was silent. His breathing had quickened slightly and you knew he was ready. You turn to Hunter.

“Hes been so good at following orders. Do you think he needs further punishment? Or should we release him?”

“Don’t wanna move.” Hunter mumbles against your chest. “For a soldier you have terrible stamina.” You tease. If you didn’t move now Hunter would fall asleep. He usually did after he got back from a mission. Missions always took a lot out of him.

You pat Hunters back. “Get up.”

He does with a groan, standing and stretching before grabbing a cloth to clean himself off before getting back into his blacks. There was no point getting you clean. Crosshair was just going to get you messy again.

Once Hunter was finished he goes over and releases Crosshairs cuffs and Crosshair wastes no time and in a few long strides is already climbing on top you, caging you in. Using your strength, you flip him so hes underneath you.

“Remember I'm still in charge Crosshair.”

Crosshair doesn’t say anything but rests his hands on your hips. You sit on his lap and grind down against his hard length and Crosshair groans.

“Don’t tease me Meshla.” He says.

“Follow Hunters orders then.”

Crosshair growls and you move to get off him but his hands on your hips hold you in place. “Fine.” He grumbles and you smile brightly at him.

You pull down his lower bodysuit and give his cock a few pumps using the precum that had gathered at the tip before lifting up and then sinking down on his cock. Crosshairs cock was slightly different to Hunters. A bit thinner, but longer and hit places that had you sighing in pleasure.

Crosshair bucks his hips and the pair of you get into a rhythm. Still sensitive from your first orgasm it doesn’t take you long to work up to your second and as you peak you grind down on Crosshair before deflating slightly. Crosshair takes the opportunity and flips you back over and slams his cock in and out of your pussy and after a few thrusts he's cumming. His thrusts falter before they stop altogether and he pulls out of you, taking the cloth Hunter hands him and cleaning you both up. He then tosses the cloth across the room and into the laundry basket. He tucks himself away and pulls you up and off the bed. He and Hunter help you get dressed and you have to compose yourself before exiting the room.

You chat to the regs as you make your way to the their barracks, stopping to say hello to the other clones as you pass. You have to step on Crosshairs foot more than once to get him to stop glaring at them. He still does it behind your back and you make it to their barracks in record time.

When you step inside Tech was working on a project at the table and Wrecker had procured food from somewhere and was eating it. Echo was quietly tapping away on a datapad, likely doing the mission report. They all look up at the trio as they step in, the door closing behind them.

“Did he get appropriate punishment?” Echo asks, jerking his head in Crosshairs direction.

“I think so.” You say, tracing a finger along Crosshairs jawline before moving to sit down next to Tech.

“You started without us? No fair!” Wrecker says from his bunk.

Tech looks up at you, not having been paying attention to his brothers.

“I hear you found a new species of flower.” You say and he brightens.

“Yes, I did, its-“ The rest of his brothers groan as Tech launches into a detailed explanation. You listen, as you always do, the others not paying attention. Except Crosshair, who will still standing at the door, a small smile on his face as he watches you.

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You were heading towards your quarters, having forgotten your datapad that you needed for assessing your recruits when you literally bump into Wrecker. He looks confused before he looks down to see you.

“I didn’t see you down there!”

“Everyone is short to you, Wrecker.” You chide. “When did you guys get back?” You ask casually.

“Not that long ago.”

“Where are the others?”

“Dunno. Tech is at the ship doing repairs I think, Echo with him. Hunter is in a debriefing with Cody and Crosshair disappeared as soon as we landed.

“Ok. I uh, need to get going. I’ll see you later?”

“You bet!” Wrecker pulls you into a hug before you have a chance to step out of the way and your arms press against your sides as he lifts your feet slightly off the ground before setting you back down again.

“Bye!” Wrecker trundles off and you turn to watch him go before you checked the time and realise you really needed to get moving.

You arrive at your room a few minutes later and when you slide open the door you are greeted with quite the sight.

Crosshair is laid out completely naked on your bed, his beloved rifle propped against the wall next to his head. The most intriguing thing about the whole scene was that Crosshair had his own long fingers on one hand buried in his ass, the other clenched into a fist and stuffed in his mouth like he was trying to keep quiet.

He looks up at the door to see you standing there and pulls his fist out of his mouth.

“Do you mind?” He says casually, head tilting towards the still open door.

You quickly rush in and slide the door closed behind you, locking it securely.

Crosshair goes back to pumping his fingers in and out, grunting for your entertainment.

“You just couldn’t wait for me, could you?” You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You took too long.”

“And you’ll have to wait a bit longer I’m afraid. Still have to finish the training.”

“Kriffing regs. They don’t deserve you.” Crosshair sneers, pulling his fingers out of his ass and sitting up. His red cock sits stiffly against his lower abdomen.

“You’re not superior to them Crosshair. They all have their purpose.” You respond. You weren’t going to have this argument again.

“I’ll show you superior.” Crosshair states, getting up and stalking over to you, pulling you flush against his body and he stares down at you. You look up at him, unfazed. Two could play at this game.

You place your hands on his chest and push him away gently before reaching up a hand to caress his face. His gaze softens a bit.

“I really have to go. Be a good boy and maybe I’ll reward you when I get back.” You throw out. It always depended on Crosshairs mood when it came to the pair of you. Sometimes he wanted nothing more than to dominate you, sometimes the opposite was true. Sometimes you would get in to arguments and hate fuck and then have rare moments where it’s soft and full of love. It all depended on how you both felt at that moment.

Crosshair closes his eyes and sighs. “I’ll be a good boy.”

You pay his cheek before pulling him for a quick kiss.

“I really need to go.” You say apologetically before pulling away and leaving.

Safe to say, training was a disaster. You were so distracted that one of the shinies got the up hand on you and had you pinned the floor. You quickly overpowered him but the fact it happened was a testament to how much Crosshair and that scene you walked in on had distracted you. You bet Crosshair knew it too.

You dismiss the shinies and a few linger to try and talk but they spot Hunter making his way over to you and they scatter like mice.

“Rare to see someone get the drop on you.”

“Don’t think it’s happened since you, or Cody.”

“I learned from the best. My best guess would be that you were distracted.”

You sigh. There’s no hiding from Hunter. He knew what was happening between you and the sniper. Claimed he sniffed it out but you weren’t sure his senses actually worked like that.

“Yeah, I’ve been busy. I’ve actually have somewhere to be. Will I see you at dinner?”

“Sure. Have fun being busy.” Hunter smirks and you shoot him a dirty look before hightailing it out of the training room. You make it back to your room in record time and fumble with the keypad, the door finally opening to see Crosshair. Just sitting at your desk, cleaning his rifle. He was bare chested but had put the bottom of his undersuit back on. You close and lock the door behind you and he looks up, setting his rag on top of his rifle and standing up. He swiftly moves over to you, pulling you into a searing kiss as his hands reach down to squeeze you ass.

You look up at him and instead of the intense gaze you usually get he’s looking at you quite softly.

“Have you been a good boy?” You ask, checking to see if maybe he’d changed his mind.

Crosshair nods fervently and you push him backwards against the wall, stripping off his undersuit to free his cock, which you pump a few times and he fully hardens under your touch. One hand keeps stroking him, the other reaches down and snakes between his cheeks, running down the crease.

Your finger reaches his hole and you find that he’s already prepped, slick and stretched. You finger easily moves in and out and you curl your finger up and Crosshair bucks into your hand. You pull off and out of him and he buries his head in your shoulder at the loss.

“Need you.” He mumbles.

“Face first against the wall Crosshair.” You command. “Palms flat against it.”

Crosshair obliges and you leave him there to pull the dildo on. It wasn’t quite as long as Crosshair, but it was a lot thicker. Just how he liked it.

You press up behind him and he has crouch slightly (why is he so tall? you wonder) but you tease his entrance, rubbing the cock up and down but never reaching it. Crosshair won’t beg. He’s not desperate enough for that. Yet.

“You want me to fuck you Crosshair? Against the cool walls of my room? I won’t be able to look at the place without thinking of how I took you here.” You mumble against his back before sucking on his shoulder blade, hard enough to leave a mark before grazing your teeth to the other side and doing the same thing. He liked it when you marked him. Meant he was yours.

His hand lifts off the wall and tries to reach down to relieve his cock but you grab it before he’s able to and slap it against the wall.

“Not so fast.” You whisper against his ear. “You want this? You going to have to beg for it.”

“I won’t.” Crosshair says.

“Then you’re not being a good boy. And good boys don’t get what they want.” Your hands reach around his chest and you pinch his nipples. He stays still but a hand on his abdomen has you feeling how he’s trembling in front of you, trying desperately to keep his composure. When you circle his hole and he tries to buck back to get some sort of relief so you pull away and he groans in frustration.

“Please.” It’s quiet, so quiet you’re not even sure Crosshair meant to say it out loud.

“Good boy.” You purr into his ear and find his entrance and sink a digit in, thrusting it in and out as Crosshair pushes back against you trying to get more friction.

“Kriff me!” He growls, clearly wanting to find his release.

You figure you’ve teased him enough so without warning you line up your lubed cock and thrust it into him in one swift movement until your buried to the hilt and Crosshairs palms clench into fists against the wall. You begin to move, keeping a steady pace before speeding up and then slowing back down again. It drove Crosshair mad and he was panting heavily in front of you. His dick twitched with every thrust. He was close. You reach to grasp his cock but his hand slaps yours away.

“No.” He growls.

You understand. He wants to come untouched. You pick up the pace, changing angles that has Crosshair grunting as he matches your thrusts before they come erratic and he cums, cock spurting and coating the wall. You feel him tremble and help him through his high until he comes down. You pull off the dildo and straps and throw them into the room to clean later and Crosshair spins and presses you up against him.

“My turn.” He smirks, reaching a hand to cup you before sinking a long finger into your wet folds. He pulls out and sucks his finger clean.

“So wet. Did you enjoy fucking me?”

“Yes Crosshair.” You reply and he moves his hand back down, pushing two fingers into and pumps them in and out of you before curling them upwards to hit your sweet spot and you buck against his hand. He adds a third find and uses the heel of his palm to give you the friction on your clit that you desperately needed and you moan against him. You feel his cock harden where it’s pressed against your bodies and you’re glad for his stamina.

Crosshair releases his fingers and wipes them on his leg before picking you up and carrying you to the bed, throwing you down and climbing on top of you. He reaches down and rubs his cock against your clit before sheathing himself inside of you. Wanting to chase a second release and knowing how close you were Crosshair pounds into you, abs undulating as he moves. The hand that was not supporting his weight finds your clit and with precision that only he would have he works you until your screaming his name as you crest in your pleasure. The feeling of your walls fluttering around him has his thrust turn erratic and then he halts, burying himself completely inside of you as he cums for the second time. He slips out of you and off the bed to grab a cloth to clean you both up and get redressed. He goes to lie down with you but your tummy grumbles. It had been a while since you last ate and had quite a workout since then.

Crosshair laughs and pulls you upwards, mumbling something about food as he kisses you, only letting go as you reach the door. You check the coast is clear and you both head out, making it far enough away from your room without being spotted. You head to the caf and the others wave to you as you join them in line, Hunter sniffing the air and nose wrinkling as you join them. You ignore him as your tummy decides to rumble loudly. So loudly that the clone working the line gives you extra portions much to the annoyance of the rest of the batch. You all sit down, Crosshair on one side with his leg pressed up against yours under the table and Tech on your other side, Hunter opposite you with Wrecker and Echo to the left of him.

“‘S'not fair you got extra.” Wrecker moans as he points at your plate.

“Maybe if you didn’t raid the kitchens every time you were on base they would give you extra portions too Wrecker.”

Wrecker mumbles something about it not being his fault.

“I heard you had quite the workout today.” Echo says to you and you almost choke around your mouthful of food. “Some of the shinies were going on about how one of them actually bested you. If only for a second.”

“Bit distracted.”

“I’ll say.” Hunter says, giving you a knowing look and you go to kick him under the table but you miss and Wrecker exclaims.

“Sorry, leg giving me a bit of trouble after sparring.” You explain.

“You could make it up to me by giving me some of your food.” Wrecker says hopefully.

You pick up one of the pieces of bread and throw it at him and he catches it in his mouth.

“Distractions are a waste of time. You could be much more productive if you shut them out. I could explain the various techniques on how to do so. Firstly-“ the whole table groans at Tech who stops talking and quietly goes back to eating. You feel bad for his brothers cutting him off so you rest a hand on his shoulder.

“I’d like to hear your suggestions Tech. Maybe later?”

Tech perks up and nods once. Wrecker starts talking again and you look to Crosshair who is looking at you fondly. He sees Hunter watching him and scowls and Hunter simple raises an eyebrow in response. A talk for another time perhaps.

Chapter Text

The Marauder was docked on a medium density planet. You, along with the rest of the batch had gone into the city to get supplies and blow off some steam. Hunter had decided to stay behind, saying that he had a headache and needed some quiet.

You headed back to the Marauder, leaving Tech haggling poorly with a street vendor over parts, Wrecker and Crosshair had gone to a cantina and were a few drinks in by the time you left them. You step inside the ship, calling out for Hunter.

You don’t hear a response, but you do hear the sound of the water running in the refresher. He must be having a shower. You walk down the ship, dropping your stuff on your bunk. A loud groan comes from the fresher and it sounds like Hunter is in pain. He shouts out your name and it has you worried.

You knock on the door of the refresher but you figure the rushing water is too loud for him to hear you. You wait, thinking whatever was bothering might be over. He shouts out your name again followed by a painful noise so you override the refresher door and step inside.

Instead of seeing an injured Hunter, you are greeted to a sight much more compelling.

Hunter was facing the spray of the water, one arm braced against the wall and the other grasped tightly around his cock, which he was pumping furiously. His eyes were closed.

You realised you had walked in on a private moment but before you have the chance to back away and pretend like this never happened, Hunter finally realises there was a cool breeze coming from somewhere and looks up. He looks surprised, and tries to cover himself with his hands.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to- You called my name and I thought you were hurt!” You stumble over your words.

With him now facing you, you can see his glistening wet chest, beads of water dripping down his toned muscles. It was already warm in the small refresher but it was suddenly stifling and you felt heat flood your core.

He seems to stunned for words.

“I could help you, if you want.” You say, pulling off your clothes and stepping towards him.

“Is this a dream? Am I dead?” Hunter asks and you pull his strong hands around your waist and you snake your arms up around his neck. Your hands naturally tangle in his hair.

“Feel real?” You smirk.

“Stars, yes. Do you want this?” Hunter asks sincerely.

“Yes Sergeant.” Using his rank seemed to ignite something in him because he attacks you with ferocity, hands roaming the soft flesh of your ass and back, mouth attaching to your neck before your lips meet in a passionate kiss.

“So beautiful.” Hunter mumbles before his hands leave your back and move up to hold your face. Your head feels so tiny in his large hands. But you felt safe.

“Hunter.” You say breathlessly.

“What is it Meshla?”

“Want you.” You say, reaching a hand between you and stroking his cock which stood tall, head almost purple.

“Need to make you feel good first, cyar’ika.” He says and he kneels before hoisting you up so your back was pressed against the cold durasteel wall and your legs were supported by your shoulders.

“You smell amazing.” Hunter says before diving into your folds, licking a stripe from your entrance up to your clit and then sucking on the sensitive bud. You throw your head back in pleasure and the moan you let our spurs him on. He pumps his tongue in and out of, curling upwards to reach your sensitive areas. He removes his tongue and you whine at the loss but then hes replacing it with two strong fingers, pumping them in and out of you while he sucks on your clit.

“Hunter. Feels so good.”

“You taste so good. Wanna feel you cum.” He replies.

“No.”

Hunter immediately stops and looks up at you and you take the moment to catch your breath.

“You want me to stop?” He asks.

“No. I want to cum together. Fuck me Hunter.”

“Yes sir.” Hunter replies, setting you down but holding you firmly. You’re sure that if you had to support yourself you would end up slipping against the floor. Your legs were jelly. Hunter makes that an issue for you no longer, hoisting you up so your legs were wrapped around his waist. He guides himself to your entrance and looks up at you requesting permission. You nod, bottom lip caught between your teeth and he sinks into you and you both groan in pleasure.

He starts thrusting into you, slowly at first so you can get used to him and then when you plead for more he complies, thrusting at a pace you didn’t think possible.

“Gonna cum.” You say and cling to hunter, resting your head against his shoulder. A few more thrusts had your walls fluttering around him as your orgasm washes over you. You feel Hunter still inside you as he cums. With a few more stuttering thrusts he pulls out and sets you back on the ground but holds you flush against him. He guides the water to clean you up, doing so gently.

When youre both clean you step out of the refresher and get dressed.

By the time the others get back your both sitting in the cockpit, talking. Noone is any the wiser. Well, until Wrecker complains that theres no more water in the refresher. The boys all end up bickering about it and you just sit back with a smile on your face. Hunter catches it and smiles back. You wink at him.

Chapter Text

You were currently helping Tech with repairs in the Marauder after the batch had got into yet another dogfight. The others had gone to the nearest town for supply’s while Tech was knee deep under the control panel, chatting away to you as you absentmindedly handed him the tools when he asked for them. You usually listened but today you were somewhere else.

“Are you even listening?”

Techs voice snaps you out of whereever in the galaxy your mind has been.

“Hmm?”

Tech slides himself out from under the panel to look at you.

“I wanted to know if you would be amenable to trying something new.”

You peer down at him. “You’re going to have to be more specific love.”

Tech always wanted to try new things; new technical repairs on his ship or the batch’s armor, new skills like taming banthas. He even convinced you to try a series of bugs once. They werent so bad, if not a little chewy.

“Sexually.”

“Right.” You were glad he specified for you. It was something you loved about him, he never beat around the bush and got straight to the point. It took a little while for you two to work out your communication styles, but once you did it was smooth sailing.

“What do you want to try?” You ask curiously, no hint of judgement. Tech always has a new gadget that he wanted to try on you and since it usually revolves around your pleasure, you were happy to oblige.

“I want you to peg me.”

Your eyebrows shoot upwards in surprise which Tech notices.

“We don’t have to if that’s not something you’re comfortable with. I see that you are taken aback.”

You shake your head. “No, that’s not it Tech, I was just a bit surprised. You had never talked about it before.”

“You’re right. While you keep me thoroughly satisfied as is, I was doing some research on the holonet which has advised that it can be quite pleasurable for the male partner.”

“I’ll say.”

Tech cocks his head at you quizzically.

“I’ve," you hesitate for a moment before continuing, "I’ve done it before.”

“Well, maybe you’ll be able to teach me something for once.”

You know he doesn’t mean it insultingly, but you poke your tongue out at him anyway.

“Where will be the most suitable location?” Tech asks.

“You mean now?”

“Yes. The others will not be back for quite some time and we will not be alone otherwise for the foreseeable future.”

“Here, in the cockpit chair would be easiest. Last time we tried to have sex on the racks we fell off. That bruise lasted for weeks!”

“Yes, a minor inconvenience. We should have stayed on the floor to begin with.” Tech nods, disappearing into the back of the ship before returning and pressing a button on his vambrace to lock the cockpit door.

“Might want to lock the control panel too.”

“Done.”

“Strip.” You command and Tech removes his armor, leaving him in his blacks. Just the thought of this had him hard, but you pull down his bottom half and give him a quick few stokes. He leans forward to kiss you and you pull off his goggles, gently kissing the space between his eyebrows which then relaxes.

“Bend over the console.” You say and Tech does exactly that. You come up behind him and rub your hands all over his back until they dip lower to massage his ass. You trace one finger down the crease and Tech shudders. You pull away to lube up your finger before circling his hole but not entering. You draw yourself over his back.

“Relax for me Tech.”

You gently insert one finger and Tech immediately tenses. You pause.

“You want me to stop?” You ask him.

“No, no. Keep going.”

You wait until he relaxes and you push your finger in all the way before curling your digit and pressing against his prostate and Tech moans.

“You like that?” You ask, your free hand squeezing his left cheek.

Tech mumbles incoherently.

“Ready for more?”

“Stars yes.” Tech says and you as a second finger, scissoring them and brushing up against his sweet spot and he starts backing backwards to get more friction. You keep going until he seems prepared enough.

“Stand. Face me.”

Tech does and you make him watch as you secure the dildo over your clothes. You back up until you’re seated in the pilots chair and gesture for Tech to join you. He hovers over the chair and you guide the cock to his hole and ease him down until he’s fully seated on you.

You let him adjust until he’s ready. When he starts grinding against your lap you take that as your cue. You thrust upwards and Tech sighs, lifting himself up and dropping back down again. You get into a rhythm and you know Tech is close when his movements become erratic. You reach your hand around and stroke his cock, other hand fondling his balls and that’s all it takes until he’s cumming all over himself. You help him through the aftershocks until he stops and settles. He pulls himself off you and fumbles until he finds a rag he’d thrown over the chair earlier when doing repairs and wipes himself and the dildo clean.

“Tech, that’s dirty.” You point out.

“Don’t care.”

Tech swiftly pulls on his undersuit again before pulling you up and out of the chair and pushing you against the cockpit door and attacking your mouth before moving lower. Just as he’s about to unbutton your pants you hear Wrecker yelling about something from outside and you both jump into action.

Hunter takes one step into the cockpit and sniffs the air.

“Did you get the supplies?” You ask nonchalantly, pretending to work on some wiring. Tech was belly deep underneath the control panel and slides out at the sound of voices.

“Yes.” Wrecker bundles in seconds later.

“You should have seen it! So many different types of food.” Wrecker says dreamily.

“We’re lucky we have any credits left after Wrecker tried to sample everything.” Echo says, stepping into the cockpit behind Wrecker.

“We should get the supplies on board. Did you at least get the repairs done?” Hunter asks, eyeing you off.

“Of course. The only remaining repair was the reverse thrusters but now you have secured the part I will be able to fully complete the repairs.”

“I’ll go get it.” Hunter disappears and Crosshair steps inside and narrows his eyes at Tech.

“At least some of us had fun.” He says, bringing a toothpick to his mouth.

Tech opens his mouth to say something, but Crosshair cuts him off.

“Your elbow guard is upside down.” Crosshair flicks the toothpick at Tech as he smirks, turning to go help the others when Wrecker starts yelling his name.

You and Tech look at eachother. You thought you had hidden it well. You should have known. Nothing gets past Hunter or Crosshair.

Chapter Text

You were practically vibrating with excitement as you stood in the main lobby of the Naboo hotel that you had splurged your credits on for one of your first holidays since joining the GAR. It so happened that the Bad Batch were on a mission in the sector and were given some leave after it was finished.

So that’s why you were standing in the foyer, waiting for your boys to arrive.

There’s no mistaking when they do. Wrecker almost rips off the door as he opens it and strides over to you, calling your name happily. Thankfully it stays on its hinges.

When Wrecker finally puts you down after giving you a bone crushing hug, you greet the others; Hunter and Echo with a hug, Tech with a quick kiss to his forehead and Crosshair with a quick squeeze of his hand that no one else saw. You were glad that they had heeded your advice and worn their civvies. No one would know they were clones when they were dressed like this.

You grab Echos hand and pull him towards the turbolift and the others follow dutifully. You all step on but the doors remain open. You wait for a few seconds and just before Tech is about to dismantle the panel to get it working an attendant rushes over to them.

“Sorry, there’s a five person limit to these Turbolifts. They’re old you see. One of you will have to wait.”

The group all look at each other before Crosshair steps out of the lift and the doors begin to close. Just before they do you hop out with him, pressing the keycard to your room in Hunters hands. The turbolift takes off before they can do anything.

You look up at Crosshair and after he checks no one is watching he pulls you against him, resting his head atop yours.

“You didn’t need to do that. I could have waited.”

“I don’t mind. Gets me some alone time with you.”

“Cant resist me eh?” Crosshair teases and you lightly whack his chest. The turbolift pings, having dropped off the others and returned to the lobby. You step inside and as soon as the doors close

Crosshair is all over you, attacking your neck, grazing his teeth against the skin there before kissing you, holding your chin in his hand. The door pings again and you break apart as if it didn’t happen.

Just before you step out Crosshair gives your ass a quick squeeze, smirking at you. You shake your head at him and look down the corridor to see the others all huddled around the room, arguing with each other.

“Couldn’t get the door open?” You ask and they all look up at you.

“The keycard didn’t work.” Echo shrugs.

“The device appears to be faulty. I have scanned it-“

You cut Tech off. “It needs a passcode. You guys couldn’t work that out?” You tease but were also curious. How did they get into buildings on stealth missions?

“No.” Comes from Wrecker.

“Its 1499.” You say, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Tech punches in the code and the door opens and you follow them in. They dump their bags and then turn to look at you.

“Now what?” Wrecker asks.

“Now we eat.”

You take the boys to a little spot you had found on your exploration of the city the day before. Out of the way and had booths with high walls that would keep them out of any discerning eyes. The food is great and you have a great time with them as they talk about their missions and they crazy stuff they got up to. The night was coming to an end and your were leaning against Hunter in the back of the booth, your feet on Wreckers lap. You catch the eye of the waitress and realise you were the last ones there. Time to go. Tech waves down the waitress and asks for the bill to which she replies that it had already been taken care of. As she leaves, all eyes swivel to you.

“What?”

“You didn’t need to do that.” Hunter says.

“Its done. Besides, I can think of another way you lot can repay me.”

“I like the way you think!” Wrecker says, slapping your leg. That will bruise.

You all shuffle out of the restaurant and head back to the room, Tech narrating the journey. You walked next to him and listened carefully, one hand in Hunters who was on your other side.

As soon as you were back in the room Wrecker picks you up and spins you around, giving you an enthusiastic kiss.

“Put them down Wrecker.” Hunter says.

He does so by practically throwing you onto the bed and you land with an oof. You pop up and place your hands on your lap.

“Well I’m ready for dessert!” Wrecker yells, pouncing on you. He makes quick work of your clothes, leaving you bare to the slightly chilly room. Your nipples perk up and as Wrecker dives into your pussy like a man staved, Hunter comes over and massages your breasts.

You feel Wreckers strong tongue lick a stripe up your pussy before diving into your folds, the tip pushing against your g spot nicely. Your eyes slowly close as you take in the sensation of both Hunter and Wrecker and as Wrecker sucks away your hand snakes down to Hunters crotch and you quickly free his cock which springs out. Gathering the precum from the tip, you stroke his length slowly and his eyes close in response as he bucks into your hand. His movements start to quicken, and he pulls your hand off him. You look up at him curiously.

“Wanna cum inside you.” He says, kissing you gently before stepping off the bed. You focus on Wreckers movements and you hold his shoulders as he eats you out. You feel the tension start to build in your lower belly and as Wrecker sucks on your clit you come with a shout, the tension snapping and your hips jerking as you ride the wave of pleasure. Wrecker surfaces and you can see his mouth is wet from your juices. He happily cleans his face with his tongue, a proud smile on his face.

“Tech?” You call, motioning for him to sit on the bed and you notice hes already naked. You have a look around the room and they’ve all got their dicks out, fisting them as they watch. Only Crosshair is the one fully clothed as he leans against the wall in the corner of the room but you can see his arousal straining through his pants. He was enjoying this as much as you were.

You scoot down so your face was hovering over Techs crotch and before you give him what he wants you call for Hunter. Hunter positions himself behind you and using your hips to grip on, he pushes himself into you. You take Tech in your mouth, running your tongue up the shaft before sucking on the head. His hands find themselves wrapped in your hair but he does not force and simply uses your hair as a resting point for his hands.

You time your movements on Tech with Hunters thrusts and its not long before Tech comes with a shout, and you swallow his load and then look up at him and smile. His eyes are blown wide with lust.

Your focus is pulled when Hunter starts flicking your clit, rubbing it as he picks up the pace, grunting, and with a few more thrusts your second orgasm washes over you, not quite as intense as the first but still nice. Hunter buries himself in your tight heat with a loud groan and you feel his seed fill you up as his dick twitches inside you. He eventually pulls out and you feel his spend drip down your thighs.

“Pretty, aren't they?” Crosshair says, the sight of you pussy open like that too much for him and he has his cock in his hand, stroking it.

Tech and Hunter scramble off the bed and it takes all your strength to not flop forward and rest.

They’re quickly replaced by Echo, Wrecker and Crosshair who flips you so you’re on your back and straddles your chest, his cock looking for entry to your mouth. Echo kneels next to you and your hand reaches out as you stroke his length and Crosshair pushes forward into the heat of your mouth and fucks your face and you take it, relaxing your jaw.

You cant see Wrecker with Crosshair in front of you but you feel his fingers at your entrance, stretching you. You hear the sound of lube being applied and then a warning from him before hes pushing forward, slowly.

With the help of your two releases, and Hunters, Wreckers large cock slides easily into you and he gives you a moment to adjust before hes thrusting in and out at a steady pace. The feeling of him inside you has you moaning around Crosshairs cock which makes it twitch and you use your free hand to fondle his balls. You do the same to Echo before resuming stroking his length, picking up the pace as does Crosshair and Wrecker. With a few loud grunts Wrecker cums inside you as you also reach you peak.

Crosshair pulls out and cums all over your face. You feel Echos spend in your hand and you use it to work him through his orgasm until hes pulling away from overstimulation. You hear moans from Tech and Hunter who must have found a second release at the sight of you being completely fucked.

You flop backwards and sigh happily.

Crosshair looks down at you, still perched on your chest. “We made quite the mess didn’t we.”

“We should clean you up.” Echo says.

“Cant move.” You reply.

“Not a problem.” Wrecker says, hoisting you up easily and carrying you to the refresher.

Once you return, all clean and warm from the hot shower, you climb into bed and the boys all join you; your head on Wreckers stomach, Hunter spooning you on your side, Tech using your thigh as a pillow and Echo wedged between your legs, head on your stomach. Crosshair curls up at the bottom of the bed. He slaps your foot away when you try and stick it in your face, grabbing your ankle and holding it. He doesn’t let go and that’s how you fall asleep, surrounded by your boys.

Chapter Text

You attempt to hide a yawn, pressing your face against Echos chest where you were currently resting while he read a book. Tech was working on something at the table. He had been at it for ages, despite him telling you he was nearly finished.

Wrecker, Hunter and Crosshair has decided to go out to 79s and having been tired from a long workweek, you had opted to stay behind at your apartment. Tech had simply ignored them and Echo had decided he was too tired.

After feeding them and sending them on their way and warning them not to start another fight - I don’t have the credits to bail you out again! - Echo had settled on your bed where you had joined him, waiting for Tech to finish.

You fail to stifle another yawn and Echo notices.

“I think it’s time for sleep mesh'la.” Echo says to you.

“Nope.” You say brightly, jumping off the bed and stretching so your nightshirt rides up to show the tops of your thighs, pushing your chest forward with a mischievous look on your face.

“Uh oh.” Echo says, noticing.

Tech completely ignores you, to engrossed in what he was doing.

“Teeeeeccchh.” You call and this gets his attention and you stretch again. He adjusts his goggles.

“I know what you are doing. I am almost finished. If you can simply wait.”

You sigh. It was worth a try.

“I don’t see why we have to wait for him.” Echo says.

“You’re right Echo.” You say, climbing on the bed and straddling his waist and grinding down on his crotch. He places his hands on your waist and you lean forward, wrapping your arms around his neck. You lean down and crash your lips against his and he scoots down and pulls you flush against him and you passionately make out, and you’re sure to keep moaning Echos name. He knows you’re trying to get Techs attention. He doesn’t care.

You throw a glance over your shoulder and Tech has not taken any notice. You decide enough is enough and focus on Echo.

You move your mouth from his and gently suck on his neck before gently grazing your teeth against the mark you had just left. Echos nerve endings weren’t as sensitive since the citadel which meant you could be a little rough with him. Based on the noises he was making underneath you this was just fine.

You feel Echo grab he hem of your sleep shirt and pull it over your head so you were naked on top of him. Having already been freed of his shirt when he originally laid down, you lift up off him and he pulls his lower blacks and underwear off and kicks them off the bed.

His flesh hand rests on your now bare ass, kneading the flesh there before he squeezes the cheek and dips his hand and swipes a finger across your already soaking cunt.

“All ready are we?” Echo asks.

“Always for you Echo.” You say breathlessly as he sinks a digit into you and thrusts it in and out slowly.

“Not enough.” You say.

“You more? So soon?”

“Fill me Echo.” You moan, lifting your hips up and Echo lines himself up and you sink down on his length. You sigh in relief. He filled you perfectly.

You lift off him before sinking down and he thrusts to meet you. While at first you have a steady rhythm, it quickly dissolves into sloppy thrusting as you get closer and closer to your high.

The friction of Echos pelvic bone on your clit is just right and with a few more swift movements your cumming all over his dick, your walls squeezing him in. With a groan against your neck Echo cums seconds later as his hips buck wildly. You continue to grind down on him as you both ride out your highs.

Once the pleasure starts fading you slump forward against Echo and his hand rests on your lower back. You can hear his heart racing and chest heaving.

He goes to pull out but you put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

Echo nods and smiles at you, his scomp reaching up to brush a stray hair of your face. You nuzzle you head against his neck and Echo pulls the sheets over you both. You don’t even have the energy to look at Tech and you fall asleep against Echo.

You know it’s much later when Tech slips into bed with you both, throwing an arm around your waist. You could feel Echo inside you still except now instead of being on top of him you were on your side and he was flush against your front. Tech slots himself behind you and you can feel his stiff cock against your butt.

He was paying attention earlier.

You wiggle against him and turn to look at him over his shoulder.

“I can help.”

“No darling, it’s alright. We shouldn’t disturb Echo; maker knows he doesn’t get enough sleep.”

You turn your head and look at Echo, peaceful in his slumber.

“I can feel you staring.” He mumbles, eyes still closed.

Whoops.

He stills a little as he wakes and you feel his cock start to harden inside you.

“I could think of a way to tire us out again.” You say.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Tech says from behind you and Echo opens his eyes.

You wrap your hand around him and squeeze his ass before pulling him impossibly close so you were wedged between the two of them. You wiggle your hips and they both groan.

“I want you both.”

“I think you have us both right now.”

“No, inside me. At the same time.”

“Will we even fit?” Echo asks as he thrusts slowly into you.

“Well, the vagina can stretch to a width of ten centimetres-“

You and Echo cut Tech off with a groan. “Don’t ruin it with your science.” You say.

“I am merely stating that it is achievable.” Tech shoots back and you giggle at them.

“How do we do this?” You ask.

“From my research-“ Tech starts and Echo scoffs. “Research. You mean when you lock yourself in the bunk with your holopad.”

You feel Techs glare at the back of your head and continues as if he wasn’t interrupted.

“Like I said, from my research this make work best if they lays on top of you facing up and I enter from above.”

Echo rearranges you so your lying against him, your back on his chest. Tech hovers and once you were in position he kneels on the bed, precuring a bottle of lube from your bedside table.

He puts some on his fingers and gently slides one finger alongside Echos cock. He goes slowly, waiting for your confirmation it was ok until he’s thrusting three fingers in and out easily. After preparing himself, he lines up and impossibly slow, inch by inch, he slides in until he’s fully seated. You throw your head back and moan loudly. You felt so full.

And then they move, coordinating their thrusts, the veins on their cocks dragging against your walls and hitting your g spot. You can’t speak, cockdumb between these two soldiers as they grunt and moan, enjoying this as much as you. You know your close and somehow Echo does too as his flesh hand snakes around your front and plays with your clit, rubbing it in delicious circles. Your orgasm washing over you and you shudder but no other sound comes out of you, your mouth open in surprise. You feel Echo and Tech find their release inside you before they both pull out and you feel a touch of sadness at the loss.

Echo shuffles you off him but you can’t move, your whole body jelly. He peers over you.

“I think we broke them.”

“Impossible.” Tech rebukes.

“He’s right.” You mumble as you stare up at the ceiling. Your eyes flutter close and you’re asleep in seconds.

When you stir late in the night you notice that you’re wearing your sleep shirt, and you’re clean. The boys must have cleaned you up after you fell asleep. The last thing you notice was that you were wedged between Echo and Tech again. Just the way it should be.

Chapter Text

“Wrecker!” You yell across the landing bay. A few of the other clones glance up at your outburst but then resume their tasks. They would know better than to say anything.

You launch yourself at Wrecker and he catches you in his arms easily, giving you a big squeeze before putting you down, keeping a hold of your hand. You greet the others and Crosshair sneers at you. He’d come around eventually.

You walk with them to their barracks, Wrecker animatedly talking about the missions they had been on, Tech correcting him with the actual events when Wreckers events weren’t exactly accurate. You stop outside their barracks and the others pause at the door. You wrinkle your nose as the smell wafts out.

“Do you ever clean this place?” You ask.

“Its Wreckers fault.” Crosshair says.

“While Wrecker was the original contributor to the smell, it has now permeated the walls. There is no getting rid of it unless Kamino is destroyed.” Tech says.

“Even then it would probably follow us.” Hunter says as they shuffle in. The door slides shut behind them and you pull Wrecker towards your single room that the Kaminoans afforded you.

As soon as your inside you throw yourself at Wrecker and he envelops you in a crushing embrace, kissing you and you tasted something sweet on his lips, intensified when he slips his tongue into your mouth. He allows you to push him against the wall before he hoists you up, wrapping your legs around his middle as he carries you to your bed. He doesn’t break the kiss until he gently places you down.

Knowing you could get claustrophobic in the small bunk even without Wreckers mass, he stands just next to it and kneels down. He traces a finger across your jaw.

“So pretty.” He comments.

You reach your hand up to his face in response, your fingers stroking over the lines fanning out from his scar and he closes his eyes to the touch. It had taken him a long time to believe you when you told him it just made him all the more handsome to you.

“I want you to ride my face.” Wrecker was always honest and comes out and says what he wants.

You head jerks up and down and he takes your hand and pulls you off the bed and he takes your place, his large frame not quite fitting as he scoots down, his legs hanging off the edge of the bed.

You quickly shed your clothes, leaving your underwear on. You hoist your leg over and hover over Wreckers head and he grins at you.

“What are you waiting for Meshla?”

“Wrecker, I could crush you.” Your thighs were thick, and strong as part of the work you did on Kamino. You had dropped many a clone with your thighs.

“Ha! That’s funny, you thinking you could hurt me.” He chuckles.

“Alright, but you tell me if I grip too hard, ok?”

“Ok little one.”

You sit down and Wreckers large hand pulls aside the strip of your underwear and his tongue dives into your folds, his large strong tongue darting in and out. He then grips your thighs and pulls you forward so he can suck on your clit which has you reaching out for purchase as your legs jerk in response to the stimulus. He then begins to flick his tongue around and it takes you a second to realise hes writing his name with your tongue.

You look down at him and he opens his eyes. “Mine.” He says simply and then closes them again.

He works you up diligently and every time your thighs clench around his head in a vice he just laughs, sending vibrations through your core and picking up the pace, encouraging you. You end up griding on his face, his nose rubbing against your clit while his tongue worked your cunt and suddenly your orgasm washes over you and you shake, Wreckers strong hands the only thing supporting you and keeping you upright.

You shuffle down so you're straddling his lap and you grind down on his hard cock as you leans forward to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips.

Wrecker moans as you rub against him, probably leaving a wet spot on his blacks. You free him and give him a few strokes, marvelling at how your hand almost doesn’t reach around the whole thing.

He was big.

“I want you inside me.”

Wrecker sits up to look at you. The last time you tried this it didn’t go well. You thought you were well prepped but he was so big and you hadn’t had lube on hand and you shudder at the memory.

“You sure beautiful girl?”

“Im sure.”

“What position is best for you?” He asks. He was always thinking of whatever was best for you. It was one of the many things you loved about him.

“On top, I think.”

“Alright.” He leans back and you reach forward, grabbing the bottle of lube from your bedside table.

You place a generous amount on your hand and lather it all over Wreckers cock. You wipe the rest on your own entrance before hovering over his length.

“You don’t have to.” Wrecker says.

“I want to.” You say and you sink down. It was still a stretch, and you can’t quite fit his entire length inside you but it otherwise you sink down smoothly. You give yourself a moment and Wrecker reaches his hands behind his head, letting you be in complete control. When you’ve adjusted you begin to move and with every movement you can feel him dragging against your walls. A thick vein catches on your g-spot and you jerk forward, and Wreckers hands are suddenly on your waist.

“Are you ok?”

“Wow that felt great.”

“Good, good. As long as you’re ok.” He says, placing his hands back behind his head.

You begin to ride him, picking up the pace and you hear him moan and say sweet things to you as you push him closer to the edge. You know you’re close and without any clit stimulation you cum all over his cock, your walls clenching around him. Wrecker finds his release shortly after. You pull yourself off him and feel his spend leak out of your thighs. He passes you the cloth that you had pre prepared and you clean you both up before tossing the cloth in the laundry basket.

Wrecker puts his massive arms around you, holding you close. This never felt claustrophobic, this always made you feel safe and loved.

You fall asleep, completely spent on Wreckers chest.

Chapter Text

A blaster bolt flies straight over your head and embeds itself in the wall above you as you duck back behind cover. That must mean one thing: Crosshair was here.

Cursing to yourself that he was attempting to steal another one of your marks from you, you wait for the signal from your slicer that they had shut down the security system. You get on your comm, warning the rest of your squad that a rival syndicate was here and to keep an eye out and neutralized them if necessary.

You listen carefully and hear light footsteps making their way to your position as the warning klaxon blares over the loudspeaker. Just before they reach you you step out, holding your blaster to their head. You look down to see the tip of the rifle pressed against your chest, a smirk on its owner.

“Cant you get out of my way Crosshair?”

“This mark is mine.” He says and he looks amused as you glare at him.

You growl in frustration but before you can think of a new plan to get him out of your way hes grabbing you and pulling you into a small supply closet and holds his hand over your mouth. You hear the clunking of the security droids as they go past.

You rip his hand off your mouth and spin around, pushing his chest. It has no impact on him and he remains standing.

“Not even a thank-you?” Crosshair says, eyes piercing yours as he looks down at you.

“Kiss my ass.”

“That can be arranged.”

You ignore him and press your ear against the door when a comm comes through your earpiece. It was your slicer, saying the security system was down and the rest of your squad was on the way to get what you came for. Under the guise of pushing a stray hair behind your ear, you press the earpiece twice in confirmation. Now you just needed to keep Crosshair occupied while they did their job and you could be out of here in no time, victorious.

“Yeah?” You say, tilting your head up in defiance.

“That’s cute, you thinking you have any control over me.” He drawls, pulling off his helmet and setting it down on the shelf next to him. You step forward, crowding him and you lift up as if you’re going to kiss him and your eyes are locked and you can feel his breath on your face. In one swift movement you had his codpiece off and are palming his cock through his blacks and he hardens underneath your touch.

“Don’t I?” You smirk at him.

Crosshair crashes his lips against yours, and your free hand wraps around the back of his neck, your hands clawing at the nape of his neck as you gently pull on the grey hair there. Your other hand doesn’t let up.

“Time to even the playing field.” Crosshair says, swiftly undoing your belt with practiced ease.

Whenever you two met it always ended up this way. You just could help yourself when it came to him, despite him being your rival.

“Like that time on Corellia?” You tease.

“That was your fault. I still won at Kuat.” Crosshair challenges.

“Yeah, but I won on Florrum.” You bite back before sinking your teeth into Crosshairs shoulder as his long fingers had worked their way into your pants as he toys with your clit, never giving quite the right pressure. He was doing it on purpose so you free his cock and give it a few pumps, spreading the precum all over the head.

“Taking my cock would get you to shut up.”

“Then fuck me Crosshair.”

And he does.

He yanks your pants down to your knees and turns you around and your hands find purchase on the rickety shelves in front of you. He lines himself up and pushes himself into you, not stopping until hed reached the base of his shaft. He gives you no time to adjust (not that you needed it) before hes fucking you relentlessly. He uses one hand on your hip to steady himself while the other snakes around to your front and tweaks your clit in the way he knows you like and with a few more thrusts your cumming all over his cock and you feel him bury himself inside you as he cums.

He pulls out and you pull your pants back up and secure them back in place. You’d have to deal with his mess later.

Thankfully, your slicer comes through to say the job is done and to make it to the rendezvous.

You pass Crosshairs helmet to him and he pulls it on, armor back in place. You give the cheek of the helmet a quick peck on the cheek.

“Thanks for buying my team some time.” You wink at him as you open the door and sprint off down the hall and you swear you hear a growl echoing down the halls.

You had won this time.

Chapter Text

“Tech!” You moan, but it wasn’t the goggled clone who was currently between your legs, eating you out like a man who had been hungry for days. You receive an annoyed growl in response which reverberates on your clit which suddenly loses all the delightful pressure that was previously being applied.

“Really?” Crosshair says as he looks up at you, your hands around the back of his head. His mouth glistens with your juices.

Tech, who was currently working on some project at the table looks up at his name being called out. He surveys the scene, adjusting his goggles.

“You must not be doing a very good job if its my name shes calling out.”

“Wanna wager that?” Crosshair says and your eyes dart between him and Tech. This is exactly what you had been trying to achieve. Your boys were so predictable.

“Considering the odds are in my favour, yes, I will. What do your propose for the prize when I win?”

“Whoever wins – and it will be me – gets to fuck her.”

“Don’t be so crass Crosshair.” Tech chides.

“She likes it.” Crosshair traces a long finger along your jawline and Tech looks to you for confirmation. You nod your head.

“Fine. Whoevers name she calls when she cums gets to ‘fuck’ her. Although a real man would call it love-making.” Tech says, returning his focus back to his project.

Crosshair grins at you before diving back into your folds, flicking your clit with his tongue before working it small circles. Your thighs grip his head at how good it feels.

“Crosshair!” You moan this time. He was doing a damn good job so you had to reward him for it.

With the encouragement he traces his fingers around your entrance, never pushing forward, teasing.

After he does this for a few moments while sucking on your clit he decides to be nice and thrusts his fingers in, curling them upwards to hit your G-spot. You sigh happily and throw your head back against the pillow. He keeps doing this, working your clit at the same time. You feel your peam start to build and so can Crosshair so he picks up his ministrations.

“Say it.” He growls at you.

“Tech!” You shout as you reach your climax and in response Crosshair pulls his fingers and lifts his head up, leaving you to clench around nothing as you ride out the aftershocks.

“That means I win.” Tech says and you look over to him and notice that while one hand was working on his project, the other was wrapped around his cock, slowly dragging his hand up and down.

“She did it on purpose.” Crosshair says, glaring at you. There was no heat in it.

“Tech, you gonna come claim your prize?” You ask him, batting your eyelids and you hear the scrape of the chair against the floor as Tech gets up and strides over to you, shucking off his blacks and dropping them on the floor. Crosshair gets up and out of the way, sitting down on a vacant chair, his arms crossed. You could see the outline of his hard cock as it strained against his blacks.

Tech watches you watching Crosshair and you almost feel bad – almost.

“Perhaps you can think of a consolation prize dear.” He says, attempting to bring your attention back to him as his finger slip inside you, testing if you were ready for him. You were.

“Crosshair.” You call and he tilts his head up and away from you. He was being stubborn. “Crosshair.” You say again. No response. “Ill let you fuck my mouth.”

This gets Crosshairs attention and in a few short strides he is next to you. You shuffle downwards, pressing yourself against Tech as Crosshair sits down in front of you, sitting upright with he back against the wall of the bunk. You free his cock and in one go, slide him all the way in, making sure to relax your jaw so you don’t gag. He starts thrusting into your mouth, hands entwining themselves in your hair as he uses it to guide your movements. Tech positions himself behind you before fully sheathing himself inside you tight cunt.

While Crosshair moves in rough jerky motions, Tech smoothly slides in and out.

“More.” You mumble around Crosshairs cock and you feel his cock twitch in your mouth so you begin humming which seems to drive him wild.

“I think she wants more Tech. Can you give it to her?”

“Absolutely.” Tech finally picks up the pace, his cock driving deep inside you, the veins on his cock dragging against your walls. He pulls out and re-angles himself and when he pushes in the tip of his head catches your special spot and you jerk forward, Crosshairs steady hands keeping you from accidentally hurting yourself.

You moan as the pressure begins to build.

“Shes close.” Tech says, deftly working you up.

The pressure breaks. “Crosshair.” You shout as Crosshair pulls you off him, jerking his cock and shooting his cum over your face and you have the good sense to close your eyes. You feel Tech release inside you as well as he drapes himself over your back and you cant move, wedged between the two of them.

Tech is the first to get up, getting a damp cloth from the fresher and passes it to Crosshair who gently cleans your face before giving the cloth to Tech who wipes the cum that was dripping out of you with a sad sigh.

Tech gets up again and Crosshair shifts you so your head was in his lap.

“Keep your eyes closed.” He says as you hear Tech hand him something. You hear the sound of a lid opening then Crosshairs nimble fingers working a moisturizer into your skin which had dried up after he had wiped it clean.

You sigh happily as Tech resumes his position at the bottom of the bed, taking your feet and massaging them.

“It’s the least we can do.” He says, like this hadn’t been your idea from the start. You’d take it.

Chapter Text

You were currently on your couch in your apartment on Coruscant, a certain goggled clone with you, his head on his lap while you gently played with his hair, a datapad in his hands as he worked away on something. A mission report most likely.

The squad had just gotten back from another stint away fighting on the front and you had missed your boyfriend Tech. As a weapons developer for the Republic, you were positioned on Coruscant and only ever got to see the brilliant clone when he was on shore leave. This was one of those times and you were excited to have a quiet night in with him. You also couldn’t wait to jump his bones.

So when your apartment door is ripped off its hinges and Wrecker bursts through the door, its safe to say youre less than pleased.

Hunter winces at the damage as he steps inside after Wrecker, Crosshair following, his eyes looking around the apartment as you wait for one of them to speak and tell you why they had just interrupted you.

“Sorry.” Wrecker says, looking at the door.

“Ill fix it.” Tech says, looking up at you briefly before looking at his brothers.

“Im waiting.” You say impatiently. You had plans for this evening.

“You said last time we were on Coruscant that the next time we were on planet you would come to 79s with us.” Wrecker starts.

“Seeing as you skipped out last time.” Crosshair says.

“It’ll be fun.” Hunter adds.

“No.” You reply.

“You promised!” Wrecker exclaims.

“You did.” Tech says, his focus drawn back to his datapad.

“Whose side are you on?” you look down at him.

“Cant back out now! We’ll see you at 20:00!” They all quickly leave the apartment, not giving you time to protest. Wrecker sets the door back in the frame as he leaves, but its still loose.

Tech looks at it. “Ill fix it.” He goes to get up and you hold him down, your hands splayed across his chest.

“Later. Don’t wanna move.”

“Very well.” Tech resumes his tapping and you resume playing with his hair. You’re both happy.

“Do we really have to go?” You whine, taking a sip of your wine while Tech does the dishes. It was only fair; you had cooked.

“You did promise.” Tech says, looking at you from over his shoulder.

You sigh. “I had plans.”

“What plans?”

“You know, plans.”

“Oh, of a sexual nature?”

“Well it doesn’t sound fun when you say it like that, but yes.”

“They’ll be time after.”

“Pfff.” You scoff. “Like last time when Wrecker got into a fight with the regs and Crosshair finished it and I had to drag your drunk asses here because you were too drunk to open the Marauder? Or the time before when Hunter got into a drinking game with the 501st and ended up getting arrested? He still owes me credits for bailing him out you know.”

“You may have a point.” Tech concedes. “However, I have a solution.”

Tech finishes the last dish and pulls off the gloves before rummaging in one of his pockets and pulling out a small vibrator.

“Oh no, not this time. You were mean last time we did that Tech. You denied my release over and over. Uh-uh, not again.” You heard jerks up as you remember something you had purchased off the holonet one late night when you were really missing Tech. He can only watch as you jump of the chair and race to your room, returning moments later with something in your covered hand.

Tech gently peels open your hand to reveal a vibrating cock ring. Out of your pocket comes the remote.

“Now its my turn.”

“I suppose that is only fair.”

You grab Techs hand and pull him to the refresher and pull down his undersuit. You pull his soft cock out and gently place the cock ring first around the base of his cock before carefully putting his balls through the outer ring. You slide the vibrator into the holder and pull his pants back up.

“Underneath my armor it shouldn’t be noticeable.”

“Let me know if it gets too uncomfortable ok? I don’t want you to get injured.” You say, cupping Techs cheek in your hand, your eyes full of concern.

“I’ll be fine meshla, don’t worry.”

“I don’t want you to be fine, I want you to be begging me for your release.” You say with a mischievous glint in your eye. A timer beeps in your apartment signalling that you needed to get going if you were going to meet the boys on time. You quickly get changed while Tech puts on his armor and then you’re out the door.

By the time you reach 79s the place is already packed. You notice a few battalions were on Coruscant, probably because their Jedis were on planed for business. You wave at a few as you pass. You sometimes came to 79s on your own when you were feeling particularly lonely and the boys would always cheer you up. You hadn’t ever told Tech or the others in case they freaked out you were talking to regs, even though it was purely friendly.

Wrecker, Crosshair and Hunter had already gotten a booth at the back and Wrecker waves you down when he sees you enter. He gets up and you slide into the booth next to Hunter as Wrecker and Crosshair go off to get drinks. You rest your head against Techs shoulders.

“Did you get the door fixed?” Hunter asks.

“Yes.” Tech replies curtly.

Hunter asks you a few questions about what you had been up and you converse lightly with him until Wrecker and Crosshair return with triple the amount of drinks than there were occupants at the table. They dish them out, handing two shots to you. Tech declines and Wrecker punches his shoulder.

“Come on Tech, loosen up!”

Tech takes one of your shots and downs it and you grin at him. He smiles back at you.

“Oi! Stop making eyes at eachother and get drinking!” Wrecker yells, downing three shots in succession. Hunter does one and Crosshair who can’t be beaten by Wrecker, does four, two at once quickly followed by the other two. He puts the glasses back on the table and smirks at Wrecker.

“Beat that Wrecker.”

They start bickering about their last mission and their competition. Hunter joins in as a mediator and you tune them out, your hand find the remote in your pocket and pressing the button. Tech jerks forward, not expecting it.

Hunter looks at him. “Tech, you alright?”

“Fine thank-you. Wrecker, you’re forgetting that I took out the most droids this mission.”

That causes outrage from both Wrecker and Crosshair. At least Tech was listening and he bickers with his brothers with a smile on his face. You up the vibration speed and to Techs credit, he doesn’t flinch.

Joining in on the inane conversation, your hand dips underneath the table and you silently unclip Techs codpiece, hand palming his vibrating cock through his blacks. He chokes on the drink he just swallowed and Wrecker has to whack him on the back to get him breathing properly again.

“You alright?” You say sweetly, putting your other hand on him arm and rubbing up and down.

“Yes.”

The conversation picks up again, moving onto other things until Wrecker stands up and declares he wants to dance, attempting to pull Crosshair up with him. In response, Crosshair folds his arms over his chest. “I don’t dance.”

“Well I do!” Wrecker yells and goes to the dancefloor, Hunter shoving Crosshair out of the way to go supervise. He didn’t know his own strength sometimes.

Wih Crosshair across the table, you press another button on the control and a pattern starts vibrating against Techs dick. Your hand resumes its ministrations over his blacks and you can feel how painfully hard he is. His face is flushed as he tries to maintain his composure.

“You alright?” Crosshair asks Tech quietly, watching him closely. Although Crosshair didn’t like it, all of the squad (and you) knew he cared about his brothers deeply, even if he didn’t show it outwardly.

“Fine.” Tech coughs into his hand as your thumb presses against his frenulum.

“You haven’t attempted to infodump all night. Somethings off.”

“Maybe its because I know I will be interrupted. Again.” Tech throws back.

“That’s not it.” Crosshair says but he doesn’t have a chance to push further as an inebriated Wrecker pulls Crosshair up to the dancefloor, dragging him alone and holding his arm so he cant escape.

Tech pushes your hand off him and looks at you, his eyes blown with lust. “You naughty minx.”

“Now you know how I feel when you do this.” You say, climbing on his lap and grinding down slightly. You could feel the vibrations on your core and it felt amazing.

Tech closes his eyes and puts his hands on your waist. You reach down and start kissing him, but you stop your movements on his lap.

“Get a room.” Crosshair says, having returned from the dancefloor looking slightly rumpled.

Wrecker bounds over shortly after and before Crosshair can slip away Wrecker is grabbing him and pulling him back to the dancefloor. Crosshair tries to shove him off to no avail.

“How long will you deny me my release?” Tech says, his breath dancing across your ear as he leans close so you can hear him clearly.

“Until you beg for it.”

“Not going to happen.” He replies and you slid off his lap and he whimpers at the loss of friction. You reply by turning off the vibrations completely and you see Tech slightly thrust at the loss, desperate for anything. You turn the vibrator back on to the highest setting and Tech rests his head on his hands, elbows on the table in front of him.

“Please.” The words quiet and youre not sure you heard him correctly.

“Please.” He says, a bit more loudly this time and you raise your eyebrows at him as he stares at you, panting. You grab his hand and pull him towards the ladies refresher, first checking it was clear. Even with his hazy mind, Tech manages to lock the door behind him. You pull him into the cubical and hes all over you, frantically running his hands all over your body and kissing any bit of exposed flesh he coud reach as he ruts against you. You hands fumble with his cod piece until you rid him of it and take his cock in your hand. Its so red and hard and leaking precum.

“You did so well to last this long Tech.” You praise him and he keens at your words. “So well I'm going to reward you.”

You hike up your bottoms and push your panties to the side. Tech catches what you are doing and with strength you wouldn’t expect from his light frame, he lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. He lines himself up with you and pushes in, shouting as he slides into your tight wet heat. He picks up a frantic rhythm and within a few seconds he's cumming deep inside you, the vibrations from the cock ring pressing against your clit and sending you over the edge as well. Tech sets you down but ends up resting against you, completely spent. You wait until his cock softens and gently pull off the cock ring. Cleaning you both up (and the toy) you step out of the refresher making sure the coast was clear and make your way back to the booth, Techs hand in yours as you pull him along.

The others are waiting at the booth and Tech is still leaning against you.

“We’re going to get going. Techs tired. I'm tired.”

Wrecker gets out of the booth and pulls you both into a bone crushing hug.

“See you soon?” He asks.

“Hopefully you’re feeling better Tech.” Crosshair says with a wink which the others don’t catch.

“Tech wasn’t feeling alright?” You hear Hunter ask Crosshair as you leave but you don’t catch the rest of the conversation, shuffling Tech out of the bar to a speeder cab and back to your place. When you get there you strip Tech and he shuffles into bed and falls asleep instantly.

Chapter Text

“I believe this one is yours?”

Wrecker looks up to see Rex standing at the doorway to the barracks, a firm arm around yours. He roughly shoves you through the doorway and Wrecker is immediately up, stomping past you to Rex, picking him up with one hand.

You’re momentarily distracted by your goal as you take in Wreckers arms as he holds Rex effortlessly, from the thick muscle to the veins that stretch against his skin as he flexes.

“You hurt her?” Wrecker growls, glaring at a bewildered Rex. When you had roped him into your plans he hadn’t expected this. He should have known better. Wrecker was fiercely overprotective of you.

“Wrecker!” You admonish. “Put him down!”

Wrecker looks at you before setting Rex down on his feet. Rex brushes off his armour.

“She got caught causing trouble.” Rex says.

“Yeah Wrecker, I’ve been naughty.” You say cheekily. Rex eyes dart to yours and he blushes and your connotation. Which goes right over Wreckers head.

“Why didn’t you invite me and Cross? You know we like to join in when you mess with the regs.”

“Those regs are my brothers!” Rex says.

You sigh. Maybe this was a terrible plan after all. You move between the two men, placing one hand on each of their chests to placate them both. Your hand rests on Wreckers pec and you cant help but give the firm muscle there a good squeeze. Stars was he the perfect specimen.

“Wrecker, I’ve been naughty.” You try again, looking up at Wrecker through your lashes and biting your lower lip. He grins.

“Yeah. Why doesn’t the captain here get lost so I can think of a suitable punishment?” Wrecker says, eyes bright.

“Seeing as he was the one who caught me, I thought you could both punish me.”

Wrecker glares at Rex who looks ready to bolt and forget about the whole ordeal when you take

Wreckers massive hands in your small ones. He looks at you softly before glaring at Rex again.

“Turn around.”

Rex does. “I can still hear you, you know.” Rex feels Wreckers glare on the back of his head.

“Is this what you want?” Wrecker asks quietly.

You nod your head enthusiastically and Wrecker chucks you under the chin. “I cant deny you anything Meshla.”

“Thanks Wreck.” You say reaching up on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek before turning to Rex and pulling him to face you.

“Well Captain. Do you have any ideas on how I can be punished?”

“Are you sure you want this?” Rex asks softly. “I can leave.”

“No.” You say firmly and Rex nods once.

“I can think of a few then, Mesh'la. On your knees.” Rex commands.

“Yes Sir,” You reply as you sink to your knees. Your hands work swiftly on his codpiece but the rest of his armor remains on. He takes his cock out and runs his hand up the shaft before offering it to you.

You lean forward and take it in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you take his shaft to the base, relaxing your throat. This was easy. While still a good size, he wasn’t nearly as big as Wrecker.

Your hands find purchase on his hips, one hand fisting in his kama as you bob your head up and down his length. Rex moans and its music to you ears.

“Its not enough.” Rex says, regaining his composure.

“For once I agree with you reg. I think she needs something else.”

“Couldn’t agree more Wrecker.” Rex replies and in one swift movement Wrecker pulls you off Rex and carries you to the bed. Before he sets you down he gives you a long kiss and your hand reaches up to stroke the scar along the side of his face. You suck on his bottom lip and he growls against your lips.

“Definitely needs more punishment. On all fours.” Wrecker says as he sets you down on the bunk after undressing you and kneels behind you. Rex stands by your head and you take him back into your mouth, his hands wrapping themselves in your hair. You hear Wreckers hand raise and you close your eyes in anticipation and…feel almost nothing as Wrecker brings his hand down against your rear.

You pull off Rex and look over your shoulder. “Wrecker, you can a bit rougher than that.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you.” He says, his roleplay slipping for a moment. He was always so considerate that he didn’t hurt you. He knew his strength.

“Try again, harder.”

You watch as Wrecker brings his hand down and you hear the slap of your flesh reverberate around the room. His hand returns to the stinging area, massaging your cheek.

“How was that?”

“So good sir. Do it again, please.” You whine.

“Don’t forget about me.” Rex says from in front of you.

“Never, Captain.” You reply before taking him back into your mouth, sucking harder as Wrecker slaps your ass again, the movements causing you to jerk forward on Rexs cock. Between each slap Wrecker would massage the area. Maybe one day you could break the sweetness out of him so he could go feral on you. You tucked that away for future use and focussed on the sensations of Rex in front of you and Wrecker behind you who had taken to working open your hole, putting in one finger and thrusting it in and out before adding a second, and then a third. You were so wet so it didn’t take much at all.

Rex suddenly pulls you off of him and you look up to see his chest heaving.

“Whats the matter Sir?” You ask sweetly, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Gonna cum if you keep that up.”

“Isnt that the point?” Rex’s eyes are wide as they stare into yours and he misses the slip-up. Wrecker didn’t.

“Isnt that the point-who? Don’t forget to address your superiors Meshla.”

“Sorry Sir. Yes Sir.” You hand your head in shame.

“Shes ready for you Captain.” Wrecker says, removing his fingers from you and you whine at the loss.

“So needy.” Rex says as he and Wrecker switch positions. “You probably caused that trouble on purpose so we would punish you.”

Obviously Rex you thought but played into it. “Yes Captain. I was desperate for you to punish me. You too, Wrecker, Sir.”

Rex lines himself up behind you and in one swift stroke buries himself all the way. He drapes himself over your back, one hand resting lightly around your throat, the other planting itself on the bed beside you. He cracks his hips against yours and the movement makes the tender flesh of your ass tingle again. You look down at Wreckers massive cock and take as much of it in your mouth, your hand working the part you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You let your tongue do most of the work, running up and down the thick veins on his cock which drives him wild. His hands rest behind his head.

“Rex!” You moan around Wreckers cock as Rex changes the angle which has the surve of his cock dragging against your walls and hitting all the right spots.

“Do you think she deserves a reward for being a good girl?” Rex asks Wrecker and you watch as Wrecker debates it in his mind. You wink at him.

“I think shes been a good girl. Havent you Meshla?”

“Yes sir, so good. Please, I’m so close.”

That spurs Rex on, his hips snapping against yours as he ploughs into your, clearly close to his own release. His hand finds your clit and with a few rough movements you’re clenching down around his cock as he shoot thick ropes of cum on your walls. He rests on your back as his hips sturr to a stop before pulling out and surveying the mess before getting up and cleaning himself off and leaning against the wall while he catches his breath, a thick sheen of sweat on his brow.

“My turn now the reg has loosened you up.” Wrecker says in a low voice before manhandling you so you were on top. He lines himself up and with no warning sinks himself into you. Between your slick, Rexs mess and Wreckers precum you take him easily and you relish in the feeling of being full.
Wreckers large hands grip your waist, entirely covering the skin there as he lifts you off his cock before dropping you back down. You don’t need to do anything as Wrecker moves your body against his as if you weigh nothing – which to him, you probably don’t.

Your breathy moans and whines mix with his grunts, along with another grunt from Rex who was already hard again, fisting his cock as he watches your cunt swallow Wreckers massive cock.

Still sensitive from your orgasm minutes earlier it doesn’t take long for Wrecker to work you to the edge again and hes so obsessed with his own pleasure he almost doesn’t notice. Almost.

Being the dutiful boyfriend that he was, he notices as your legs start to clamp around his as you try and drive him further into your body. The thick pad of his thumb starts rubbing against your clit and that’s all it takes for you to be tumbling over the edge again, Wrecker thrusting rapidily into you in a way that you know is going to hurt tomorrow.

You ride out the aftershocks and hear another shout of your name as Rex cums for the second time, his cum splattering on the durasteel floor. When you’re finished you flop against Wrecker and he wraps his massive arms around you and you feel safe and secure.

“I’ll just see myself out.” You look up to see Rex tucking himself away and putting his armor back on.

“Rex wait!” You call out as he turns to leave. “Come here.”

Rex wanders over to you and you beckon him with a finger and he dips his head next to yours. You give him a quick peck on the lips before resting your forehead against his and he sighs happily.

“We should do this again sometime.” You say and Rex looks to Wrecker for approval.

“Yeah, you’re alright, reg.”

With one last longing look at you Rex leaves, and Wrecker somehow manages to pull you even closer against his large frame. You rest your head against his chest and listen as his heart starts to settle after racing for the last little while. Wrecker tucks your hair away from your sweaty face.

“You know I love you, right?”

“Yes Wrecker. And I love you too.”

Chapter Text

You hear a whistle of a missile and look up to see it hurtling towards you and you feel a strong pair of hands yank you out of the way, dirt shooting up into the air as it explodes mere feet away. You look down to see your commander, Crosshair, underneath you. He shoves you off him and you land in the dirt as he gets up.

“Keep moving trooper.” He spits at you before moving forward, pushing against the insurgents you were sent to take care of.

You follow his orders (for once) and help your squad complete the objective.

The flight back to base is silent and despite you pointedly not looking at him, you can feel his eyes glaring a hole in the back of your head as he sits far away as possible from the rest of you. One of your squadmates notices.

“What did you do to piss off the Commander this time?”

“This time.” You scoff. “I had the audacity to not die. Its his fault really.”

“He saved you?” ES-02 asks in disbelief.

“Unfortunately.” You pull your helmet off and look at it, mud still splattered across half of it.

ES-02s hand claps against your shoulder. “Im glad your alive. Im not sure we could handle him without you.”

You go to question her but the ship begins to make its descent into the base and as you disembark, Crosshair shoves his way past you, bumping your shoulder roughly. He stands in front of his squad.

“ES-08, my office. Now.” He growls and you hang your head.

“Nice knowing you.” ES-04 says with a solemn look. You trail after Crosshair, unable to keep up with his long strides.

“You disobeyed orders!” Crosshair yells and it takes all your training to not flinch as he leans towards you from across his desk.

“I did what I thought was right! I saw an opening, and I took it. If I didn’t, we would never had taken out that repeating gun!” You yell back. You knew you were right. If you hadn’t ignored Crosshair orders and snuck around to take out the gun before it was completely assembled you knew you would have lost squadmates that day. You didn’t know the insurgents were willing to go to extreme lengths to stop you.

“You were almost killed! For what!” Crosshair shoots back.

“You should have let me die then seeing as you hate me!” You say heatedly. Crosshair had been nothing but cold and distant. The others told you it was just how he was when you first joined as a replacement. You thought you had to prove yourself, and you did, over and over but he still seemed to hate you.

Crosshair lifts a toothpick to his mouth as he glares at you, but he doesn’t say anything.

“I cant do anything right for you can I?” You say at a lower pitch. “Maybe I should transfer squads.”

“No.” Crosshair growls.

“No? No?” You anger returns. “Why do you care all of a sudden?” You challenge.

Crosshair surprises you by striding over to you, flicking away his toothpick and pressing his lips against yours. You lean into it before you realise what you’re doing.

“No. You don’t get to do this.” You say firmly, pushing him away.

“I’m your commanding officer. You’re mine.” He says but he doesn’t invade your space again. Instead, he traces one of his long fingers along your jawline and his eyes lose the hard edge they always have. He almost looks vulnerable, asking your permission. He was a jerk for sure but he would never cross boundaries if you put them up.

You look into his warm brown eyes, watching you carefully. You tentatively reach out a hand, pausing before you touch him and he steps forward to close the distance. Your hands run over the creases on his forehead and between his eyebrows and he relaxes under your touch.

“Im yours Crosshair.” You say and it breaks something in him and hes suddenly all over you, pulling you flush against him and the clash of armour makes a funny noise. He quickly pulls of your armour while you remove his until your both in your blacks, Crosshairs hands squeezing and kneading your butt while yours are around his neck, one hand gently scratching the grey hair at the nape of his neck.

He attacks your neck in response, biting and sucking so hard that’s sure to leave a mark.

Which you suppose is the point. You moan against his ear as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder before practically ripping off your top and pulling your pants down. You return the favour by pulling his shirt off and raking your hands down his toned stomach.

He pushes you backwards until your legs hit the desk and you lay down, Crosshair leaning over you and caging you in. He rips off your underwear before freeing his cock and you lick the lips at the sight of him. Its about average in girth but its longer than most and you knew he would reach parts of you no one else had before.

“Commander, fuck me.” You say and Crosshairs face contorts oddly before he smooths out his facial expression. He lines himself up and swiftly buries himself in you and you were right – he feels divine.

He begins pistoning in and out of you and the sounds are downright lewd as your skin slaps together with each movement. He angles upwards, pressing against the spot that was giving you pleasure with every thrust, bringing you close to the edge.

With no warning the tension in your lower belly snaps and you convulse around him as he works you through your release before he pulls out and cums across your stomach with a low groan, fisting his cock until it starts to soften. He grabs your clothes and tosses them to you as he goes to collect his own, quickly getting re-dressed as you attempt to catch your breath, still lying on the desk.

You check the pile of clothes and your underwear isn’t there.

“Crosshair, have you seen my underwear?”

“You mean this?” He holds up your panties, dangling them from his long fingers before scrunching them up and tucking them in one of the pouches on his belt.

You tilt your head at him.

“They're mine now. Now get out. You’re stinking up my office.”

“Yes sir.” You say sarcastically.

“Don’t make me punish you.”

You roll your eyes as you pull your clothes back on, and Crosshair doesn’t miss it.

“Ill put you on latrine duty.”

“You don’t have the power for that!” You call as you duck out the office before he can do anything else, wandering through the halls back to your squads barracks.

As you step inside the rest of your squad looks up at you.

“You’re alive.” ES-064 deadpans and ES-02 shoves him playfully.

“Im glad you survived. Im not sure we could have dealt with fresh meat again. The Commander chewed out the last few before you arrived.”

“Pay up!” ES-23 says as he steps out of the refresher. ES-04 groans and slaps some credits in his waiting palm.

“You bet on my survival?” You ask them.

“Why is you shoulder piece on upside down?” ES-023 says, head titled as he inspects you.

“No reason.” You say quickly, pushing past him to the ‘fresher.

You strip down and look at yourself in the mirror. Good thing your blacks were high necked – otherwise you wouldn’t be able to explain the bite marks and hickies that littered your upper body. You were definitely Crosshairs now.

Chapter Text

You were currently stationed on Ryloth as an officer a part of Admiral Ramparts crew. With him, came his elite squad. And with that, came Crosshair who you had formed a relationship – of sorts – with. You were both busy people and not wanting commitment, so you were friends with benefits, without being friends.

It had been a long night coordinating with the people of Ryloth and in those mediations you had caught the eye of the clone captain Howzer, who you had found to be absolutely dashing and you had striked up a conversation with him, enjoying his company.

Crosshair, unfortunately, noticed.

So when you left, he cornered you and pulled you into an empty office in the capitol building and wasted no time ripping off your uniform, pushing you against the wall as he attacked your neck, leaving red angry marks you were sure you were going to have to cover tomorrow.

He was frantic almost, still in complete armour save for his helmet, while his hand worked its way up your skirt, dragging along your wet folds.

“Who made you like this?” Crosshair says lowly. “Was it me? Or was it that fucking reg?”

Crosshair presses a long digit into you. “Howzer!” You yell accidentally and Crosshairs eyes darken.

He doesn’t stop his movements, working faster, now two fingers inside you while his thumb worked your clit. You weren’t going to last long if he kept up like this.

“Does he make you feel like this?” Work you up like this?” Crosshair growls against your neck, body pressed up against yours.

“No Crosshair. Only you.”

“Right answer. Now cum for me pretty girl.”

You follow his orders and your orgasm crashes over over you and you clench around Crosshairs fingers as he works you through your release. When the waves finally stopped he pulls his fingers out, your juices glistening on his black gloves and then he puts them in his mouth and sucks, hard.

“Delicious. Howzer doesn’t get to taste how sweet you are. Only me.”

“Only you.” You say, trying to catch your breath. Your hand reaches out to unclip Crosshairs codpiece but he knocks your hand away.

“No.” He says, grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head, staring at you while his eyes flicker down to your lips. “I want you to think of me. Only me.”

He tilts his head and attacks your lips and you moan against his mouth, pressing a thigh between your legs and you instinctively grinds down on it. He removes his leg and releases your hands and picks you up from your middle, setting you down on the desk as he kneels down, peeling off your underwear and ripping off your skirt, leaving you bare to him. He licks his lips before leaning down, sucking on your clit that causes you to clamp your legs around his head. He moves lower, pumping his tongue in and out of your entrance. It wasn’t fair how good he was at this. He was always so precise.

You moan his name and he chuckles against you, sending vibrations to your core. You start gyrating your hips against his face, desperate for more friction, lost in what he was doing to you.

So lost you almost don’t notice the door opening behind Crosshair and Howzer stepping in. Your eyes widen and your legs attempt to shut in response but Crosshair keeps them open, looking over his shoulder at Howzer, chin wet with your juices.

Howzer goes bright red and stammers but cant seem to bring himself to leave. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about doing this with you.

“Im sorry…I’ll go.” Howzer says awkwardly and steps backwards to leave.

You clench your eyes shut in embarrassment when you hear Crosshairs voice clearly. “No.”

“No?” Howzer says tentatively.

“No.” Crosshair repeats. “Shes though about you like this. Did you know that? Moaned your name to start with until I showed her that she can do better than a reg.”

Howzer steps forward and the door shuts behind him. Crosshair looks at you and strokes your inner thigh and you peek one eye open.

“You should see her like this. Shes stunning.” Crosshair gets out of the way, holding your legs open as they try to close. Howzer has a full view of your cunt. He shudders and licks his lips.

“You’re ok with this?” You ask Crosshair.

“I cant deny you what you want, even if its just a lowly captain.” Crosshair says lazily and you glare at him. There was no need to be rude to Howzer.

“Oh look, I made her angry. She likes that.”

Howzer steps forward, standing between you legs and you look up at him. He almost looks nervous, eyes scanning yours for an answer.

“Taste her.” Crosshair says, clearly in charge of whatever was happening here.

Howzer sets down his helmet and drops to his knees. He looks up at you for permission and when you nod he gets to work. Hes not quite as practiced as Crosshair but no one really knew your body like he did. When Howzer slips his rough calloused fingers in your pussy your back arches off the desk in pleasure. He gains confidence, working you up to another release. Crosshair yanks him away before you can cum again.

“What now Meshla? Should we let him feel your velvet walls?”

You watch as Howzers hips involuntarily buck into the air and you realise he must be painfully hard beneath his codpiece. You beckon him forward and release his cock. Its thicker than Crosshair, but not nearly as long. The hair at the base of Howzers cock is also neatly trimmed, almost matching the hair on his head. Howzer lines himself up with your pussy and after a quick look to Crosshair who grants permission, he sinks into you with a deep groan until hes buried all the way to the hilt. You delight in the feeling of him dragging against your walls as he pulls out before thrusting slowly in again, enjoying the sensation.

He ends up leaning over you, hands braced either side of you as he watches your face, your head thrown back and eyes closed and he keeps moving inside you. You manage to open your eyes and rake your hands down his back before resting on his head, running your fingers through the soft hair on the top of his head and over the shaved sides. He relishes in the touch and picks up the pace.

You’re both close.

“Enough.” Crosshair commands and Howzer stops his movements. “Only I get to make her cum.”

Howzer pulls out, very confused. And Crosshair shoves him out of the way, his cock freed as he slicks himself up with his precum. Crosshair slides into you easily and sets a brutal pace, hands griping your waist as he uses that for leverage. You know it will leave bruises.

Howzer looks a bit lost so you gesture for him to come over and you take his cock in your hand, slick from being in you. He lets his head fall back and he moans your name as you work him to the edge and with a few more strokes hes shooting his load all over the desk, thankfully missing you. You’re not sure how Crosshair would have reacted if he hadn’t.

Crosshair angles up as he pistons into you and your orgasm sneaks up on you, cresting as the tension in your lower belly snaps and your walls grip Crosshairs cock tightly, bringing him to his release deep inside you. He pulls out and tucks himself away, Howzer procuring a clean hankerchief from a pocket in his armour to clean you and then the desk. Crosshair tosses you your clothes and watches you redress, pulling you flush against him once your finished and glaring at Howzer.

“Speak of this to no one and maybe I’ll let you join in again. She seems to like you for some reason.”

You smile at Howzer and he smiles back before he catches Crosshairs glare and leaves.

“Are you serious? He can join in again?” You ask him, risking it by pressing your cheek against your chest. You know Crosshair is about to pull away and after a few seconds he does. He pauses at the door before he leaves.

“If you behave.” He says and the door slams shut behind him.

You sit back on the desk. That was a tall order. It was always more fun with Crosshair when you misbehaved.

Chapter Text

“Come on Hunter, give it to me.” You beckon gesturing with your fingers.

Hunter growls, crouched in attack ready position, ready for you to make your move.

You were currently sparring, testing Hunters form and picking up a few things he’d learned in the field in return. He was good. But not good enough.

Hunter gets tired of waiting and attacks and after a flurry of movement, you have him pinned beneath you, knees either side of his waist and forearm against his throat. His head slumps backwards, hitting the mat underneath him.

“I yield.” He says and you jump up off him – but not before you roll your hips across his codpiece, teasing him. “Not fair.” He says as you hold out a hand and help him up. He grabs your hand and takes the opportunity to bring you down to the mat, flipping you so you were underneath him, your arms pinned over your head by his strong hands.

“Now whose the one not being fair?” You say with a smile.

Quickly checking no one else was around, he leans down to give you a quick peck on the cheek before pulling you up off the ground. You squeeze his hand once before letting go and the two of you make your way out of the training facility and towards the mess hall where the rest of Clone Force 99 were waiting for you both.

Being a trainer on Kamino, you were friendly with the other clones and often got stopped by them for a quick chat, and you didn’t miss how Hunter would glare at them. Thankfully, they didn’t notice, focussed on the conversation with you.

You were in an empty corridor when Hunter suddenly grabs your hand and yanks you into a nearby closet. As soon as the door is locked hes all over you, hands roaming your body with his lips move from yours, to your neck, then to your collarbone. Anywhere you were showing skin in your uniform, Hunter was putting his lips there.

“Jealous much?” You comment, although you weren’t annoyed at the turn of events.

“I bet they cant drive you wild like this.” Hunter attacks your mouth with his lips, his strong hand reaching between your thighs and rubbing your lower area, the heel of his palm rubbing delightfully against your clit. You moan at the friction and start grinding down on his hand, desperate for more.

“No Hunter.” You say, knowing that’s what he wants to hear.

He growls in response and you hear the sound of his codpiece cluttering to the ground and the sound of the zip in your pants opening. He pulls your pants and underwear down in one swift movement and the cool air makes your exposed flesh tingle.

Hunters mouth doesn’t leave yours but his hand moves to your ass, kneading the flesh there. Hes pressed against you and you feel his hard cock pressing between your bodies. He thrusts up slightly, trying to gain some friction against your skin.

Hunter then grabs your thighs and picks you up and you grab onto his shoulders for support and he slides into you easily. As he pushes you back against the wall, you use the support to move your hands to his hair, dragging your fingernails against his scalp.

Hunter moans against your mouth before he starts thrusting up into you, your back thudding against the cool wall with every movement. It doesn’t take long until his movements start to get sloppy as he chases his release and with one deep thrust hes cumming inside you which causes you to tip over the edge, riding out your release against his cock which is throbbing against your walls.

Once your come down from your high (which Hunter can sense), he slips out of you and sets you back on the ground, closing his eyes and resting his head against yours.

You allow him to rest there for a moment before you gently push him off you, the cold biting wall starting to feel uncomfortable now that you no longer had the frantic movement keeping you warm.

You pull your pants up and Hunter puts back on his codpiece. You give him a sweet kiss before pulling him out of the closet.

And right into Tech who happened to be standing on the other side. Tech tilts his head as he takes you both in.

“Oh, there you are. I went looking for you when you didn’t show up at the mess hall.”

“We were running late.” Hunter replies and you have to stifle a giggle, resting your head against Hunters shoulder. Noone else was around, and Tech knew about the two of you.

“Why were you in a closet?”

“Doing…inventory.” Hunter says in all seriousness and you cant help it, barking out a laugh.

“What is so amusing? While not part of your position, is a very important task.”

“Nothing Tech, nothing at all.” You link your arm with Techs and pull him in the direction of the mess hall.

Chapter Text

Wreckers loud moan reverberates off the durasteel walls as you sink your teeth into his shoulder.

“Wrecker, shh!” You whisper gently to him as one hand wraps tightly around his neck, the other being gently placed over his mouth.

Wrecker simply kisses your palm and reaches his hand to encase yours, holding it gently.

You roll your eyes at him. “Please Wrecker, we can’t have the whole of Kamino know what we’re going in here. If you don’t be quiet I’m going to have to punish you.”

Wreckers brows shoot up and you can feel his mouth turn upwards in a grin.

“You want that?”

Wrecker answers your question with a load moan, so in response you pull completely off him, straddling his thighs so he can’t grind against you.

Wrecker looks up at you with wide eyes, a grin on his face.

“Alright Wrecker. Will you be a good boy for me? I’ll promise I’ll reward you if you are.”

Wrecker nods silently, watching you as you lay back on top of him, lightly biting into his neck before sucking, leaving a nice bruise before you continue downwards.

One of Wreckers hands rests behind his head and the other lays on your bum, gently kneading the soft flesh there. You can feel his thick cock trapped between your bodies, his precum leaving a wet patch on your belly.

You travel further, reaching his chest, his nipples stiff due to his arousal and resisting the urge to bury your face between his thick pecs, you lean over him instead and take one of his nipples in your mouth, sucking gently.

The reaction is instantaneous, and Wrecker can’t control himself and lets out a thunderous growl, one you’re sure any poor troopers passing by your quarters would be able to hear.
You release his nipple with a sigh and sit up again.

“Wrecker, what did I tell you?”

“I’ll be good, I promise. You’ve…you’ve never done that before.”

“You like it?”

Wrecker nods vigorously.

“Want me to do it again?”

Wreckers nods.

“Only if you’re quiet.” You look around the room at both yours and Wreckers clothes which had landed haphazardly as they were discarded, both of you having been apart for too long to be able to resist each other. Your gaze falls on your target, and you scramble off Wrecker to his disappointment, returning seconds later with the garment in your closed fist. You open your hand to reveal your panties. Wrecker gets a wicked grin on his face.

“This should keep you quiet.” You say, stuffing them into Wreckers mouth and he mumbles around them.

“No, you can’t keep them.”

Wrecker pouts.

“I know you always steal them when you’re here and I happen to like this pair, ok?”

Wrecker at least has the decency to look sheepish but it doesn’t last long as you resume you ministrations, taking one nipple into your mouth and sucking before moving on to the other.
The panties help and Wreckers moans are muffled enough for you to allow him to get away with it.
With a light graze of your teeth you remove your mouth from his heaving chest and shuffle backwards, you head poised above his cock, so red it was almost purple.

With one look up at Wrecker through your eyelashes you take him into your mouth and suck hard, your hand covering the base that your mouth couldn’t reach.

Wrecker involuntary bucks into your mouth and you attempt to relax your jaw to accommodate him.

You can’t, and tears spring to your eyes, pulling off him with a loud pop.

Wreckers large hand reaches to wipe away the tears and you hear a muffled ‘sorry’ from him.

“It’s ok.” You say as you give him a few long languid strokes with your hand, Wrecker thrusting upwards to meet your movements before he’s suddenly pulling your hand away from him.

You look at him curiously, taking your panties out of his mouth so you can hear the response.

“Gonna cum if you keep that up.” He says as he pants. “Wanna be in you. Will you let me help you?”

You smile at Wrecker. He was always courteous, making sure you were good and open for his impressive girth so he didn’t hurt you. What he didn’t know was that you knew he was arriving home today and had come prepared.

So you lift yourself up into his lap, Wrecker beckoning for you to shuffle forward more so he can eat you out, but you shake your head, lift your hips and guide him with your hand to your entrance and sink down on him in one go.

Wrecker is loud in response, head tilting back, a guttural moan coming from his open mouth, which causes you to stuff the panties back inside.

After you had adjusted to his size (you didn’t quite have a toy a large as him) you lift up and sink back down again, Wreckers moans loud enough to escape the fabric.

You stop riding him and Wrecker looks up at you, and you respond with a finger to your lips. He nods and you grind back down on him hitting inside you where you needed him.

With Wreckers movements and the fullness he provides, it’s not long before you’re clenching around his cock as you orgasm, Wrecker working you through it.

Once you had come down from your high you realise Wrecker still hasn’t cum, nor was he moving, waiting for you so you didn’t become oversensitive from the stimulation.

You grind back down on him encouragingly and that’s when Wrecker pulls your panties out of his mouth, wraps his hands around your waist and flips you in one movement, his arms bracketing your body so you didn’t have to support his weight. He reaches down and kisses you deeply.

“Missed you.” He says when he finally pulls away.

“Missed you too Wrecker. Now please move.”

You wiggle your hips for emphasis and Wrecker takes the cue, pistoning in and out of you as he chases his release. Just as he feels you are getting close to your second orgasm, he buries his head against your neck and moans, the vibrations tingling your skin. With a silent cry you cum again, and Wrecker follows close behind, fucking you like he may never see you again. Once his hips finally still, you look over to him to see his eyes still closed, enjoying the closeness to you.

Chapter Text

A knock at your office door rouses you from your nap, having somehow fallen asleep while doing paperwork. Again.

While trained in medicine, you were more of an administrator and left the day to day tending of the clones to the medics who reported to you.

Currently, at the request of Lama Su, you only had four patients, those of Clone Force 99.

You are unsurprised when the door opens, to find the squad in question, minus it’s sergeant standing in your doorway. You wait, and when they say nothing you gesture with you hand for them to get in with it.

“It’s Hunter.” Wrecker starts, scratching the back of his neck.

“It appears he has another one of his migraines.” Tech adds.

You grab your datapad and pull up CT-9901’s file. Due to his enhanced senses, he was prone to sensory overload and migraines as a result.

“Did you-?”

“Gave him the pills. Obviously.” Crosshair says and you flash him a look of annoyance. Although he allowed you to tend to his wounds (only when severe enough), the two of you never quite got along.

You sigh. You had had the lab develop a stronger medication which usually worked when this happened. "And-“

“He is currently in our quarters, resting. The lights are turned off.” Tech says.

“Not helping?”

“Unfortunately not.” Tech replies.

Grabbing your med-kit from under your desk you stand up and follow the squad back to their room, stepping inside the darkened space and shooing the rest of them away. You immediately wrinkle your nose at the smell and vow to get the cleaning droids in here when they left for their next mission.

A groan interrupts you thoughts and you spot Hunter lying face up in his bunk, arm thrown against his eyes. “Go away.” He says.

“That’s a nice way to greet me.” You say, smiling softly. Hunter pulls his arm off his face and opens his eyes, wincing as they attempt to adjust despite the dark room.

“You’re here.” He says as you sit down on the bunk next to him, brushing away a stray hair on his face.

He grabs your hand and kisses it. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too Hunter. I wish it weren’t under these circumstances though.”

“How else was I going to get you alone?”

“Was this an act?” You say, tilting your head at him.

“No." A pause. "Maybe.”

“The pills worked, didn’t they?”

“Yes.”

“Your brothers are worried about you, you know.” You chide lightly.

“And they will be impressed when you magically cure me.” Hunter replies playfully.

You roll your eyes, setting the med-kit on the ground and as soon as it’s free of your grasp Hunter tugs you so you’re lying on top of him. You rest your head against his chest as his hand draws small circles on your lower back. You sigh happily, enjoying being close to Hunter. You hadn’t defined whatever this was, but it was more than the stress relief it had started out as. You weren’t inclined to ask.

Hunters hand starts wandering lower before hooking itself on your inner thigh and pulling your leg up. With a bit more freedom, his hand snakes into your pants and he caresses your inner thigh before dipping his hands under your underwear and rubbing his finger on your clit while a second one probed your entrance before sinking in, causing you to moan.

You reach up to kiss him and notice his eyes are still closed.

“You’re not entirely better are you.”

Hunter pauses, not answering you while he adds a second finger, the friction exactly where you needed it. He was distracting you.

“Hunter.” You say a bit more firmly and he sighs in defeat.

“Not 100%, no.”

“I just need to focus on something. I need to focus on you.”

“I can help with that if you’re willing.”

Hunter cracks open one eye and you quirk and eyebrow.

“I’m listening.”

“I can get you to focus on me completely. Touch only. I’d have to tie you up a bit, if that’s ok?”

“More than okay.” Hunter mumbles as he reaches forward to bury his head against your chest.

You climb off him and Hunter whines. You rustle through your bag and get the items you were after.

“Do you always keep those in there?” Hunter leans on his side, watching you.

“No.”

“You knew I was faking, didn’t you?”

“Hunter, I have your entire squads vital signs sent to my datapad constantly. Missions, here. I know what you’re body is doing at all times.”

“Even-.”

You shake your head with a laugh. “Yeah, I know what ALL of you do.” Hunter looks a little embarrassed. “It’s natural. As long as all you’re think about is me.”

“Of course baby, only you.”

“Good. Now close your eyes and lean back.”

Hunter listens to you and you tie his hands to the wall of the bunk, tight enough that he can’t slip out of them and pull them off too easily. You know he could get out of them if he really needed to. You pull a headband over his head, resting the speakers nestled inside the headband over his ears and turn on some white noise. You go to tie fabric around his eyes when he stops you.

“Use the bandana.”

You tug off the bandana, releasing those lovely locks which you run your hands through, detangling any knots and giving Hunter a quick head massage which you see relaxes him. You then tie his bandana tightly over his eyes.

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Three.”

You frown. He was right.

“I know you’re frowning. You almost always pick three. You should ask Tech about it. He came up with a formula for it and everything.” You sigh, exasperated. “I can’t see anything though babe, even though I want to.”

“Good. Now just relax and let me take care you of.”

You quickly undress yourself and looking down at Hunter you realise that you forgot to take off the top of his body glove before you put the restraints on, so you leave that on and take off the bottom half. His cock, which is only half-hard, twitches at the change in temperature.

You start with his shoulders, working the tight muscle there and Hunter moans at the relief. You then move on to his muscular arms. Once they’re supple under your touch you push up Hunters top and run your hands over the chiseled muscle underneath. You place kisses down his body, first starting at his clavicle, then his pecs, his stomach and then lower down to take him in your mouth, causing Hunters hips to buck up at the sensation.

Holding his hips down with your hands, you run your tongue up the shaft, tracing the veins there before sucking hard on the tip. Hunter tugs slightly at his restraints.

“Wish I could see you right now. Or at least hear the sounds.” Hunter says a little loudly.

You don’t respond. He can’t hear you anyway.

You pull off his cock and stroke him, your free hand reach underneath to massage his balls, Hunter loudly moaning at the movement. You suddenly stop, removing you hands and blowing small puffs of air against his cock which causes it to twitch.

You watch as he shivers, goosebumps raising along his skin and you move back up his body to lay on top of him.

You grind down a bit, enjoying the friction and Hunter bucks up in response, his leaking cock leaving a trail of precome as the tip drags across your belly. You take him in your hand before raising up and guiding him in position before sinking down and Hunter groans in pleasure, matching your own as you adjust to him.

It doesn’t take long and you begin to ride him, lifting up your body before sinking down slowly, before repeating the motion and slamming down quickly.

You get into a rhythm which Hunter picks up, matching it, the curved head of his cock hitting your g spot perfectly. It’s not long before the pressure starts to build and you watch Hunter, small beads of perspiration on his forehead, hands clenched in the restraints. His chest heaved underneath where your hands were placed atop it for support.

As the increases, you grind down on Hunter, undulating your hips against him before suddenly your orgasm washes over you and you’re drawing him closer inside you as his hips stutter and he cums. As you start to come down from your high you realise that he was still going until finally, finally, he stills.

You lean forward a press a kiss to Hunters lips which he reciprocates, and you remove the headband, blindfold and restraints.

As soon as Hunter is free he is pulling you close, still remaining inside you despite him softening.

“Good?” You say as you try to catch your breath.

“Amazing. We need to do that again.”

“Sure. Just don’t fake the migraine next time.”

“How else will I know my brothers care about me?”

You gently slap his chest and laugh. “You’re incorrigible.”

Chapter Text

You enter the shooting range on Kamino, the sound of blasterfire muffled by your protective gear, and make your way to the end booth and he is exactly where you expect him to be, watching as Crosshair shoots his initials into the target sheet in front of him. Again.

He smirks at the sheet as another one is loaded and you can’t tell if he hasn’t heard you arrive or is simply ignoring you. Knowing him, it was likely the latter. You watch him reload and just as he’s about to finish his round, you put your hand on his non-firing shoulder and slip it down his chest. The last blaster bolt is close, but not close enough. Crosshair sets his blaster down and turns to scowl at you.

“Hello to you too.” You say, pressing a quick kiss his cheek, knowing no one else could see you

“You distracted me.”

“I thought you were used to distractions. We’ve both met Wrecker, remember? It’s no different.”

“It is different and you know it.” Crosshair growls back.

“Touchy today are we?” You say, finger tracing over the askew shot you caused now that the sheet
had arrived in front of you.

“I’d like to see you do better.”

Crosshair challenges and you wiggle your eyebrows in acceptance of the challenge.

You pluck Crosshairs blaster form his hand while the sheet reloads, Crosshair standing impossibly close behind you with his arms crossed. Lining up the shots and you let them out in quick succession, but just as you’re about to send off the last one Crosshair grabs your butt and squeezes it, releasing it immediately as the shot goes wide, hitting the corner of the paper.

Crosshair tuts. “I thought a bounty hunter would be better.”

“I should have known you would cheat.” You say, turning around and scowling back at him.

Crosshair smirks at your ire. “I just evened the playing field.”

You suddenly hear footsteps approaching so you jump apart to a reasonable distance, Crosshair leaning against the wall while you inspect the sheet as it hurtled towards you. You tug it off.

“Sir, you’re next session is coming up.” Your assistance of sorts,a shiny named Tyk, says to you, clearly intimidated by both yourself and Crosshair.

You hold the sheet out and show him. “What do you think? Do I need private lessons?”

“I think you’re the best shot in this whole facility.” Tyk says in response, stammering when Crosshair glares at him. “Besides Crosshair here of course.”

“You’re right. Thanks Tyk, I’ll see you later.”Tyk backs up and leaves hurriedly. “You really need to stop scaring them.” You say to Crosshair.

“I didn’t do anything.” Crosshair replies.

You raise your eyebrow at him and he grabs your waist and pulls you against him now you were alone again.

“I like the idea of private lessons.” He says in a low voice. “We could do them now.”

As much as you want Crosshair right now, you did have responsibilities. And it’s not like you hadn’t fucked in the range before, late at night when no one was around.

You give him a quick kiss and Crosshairs grip tightens as you try and pull away.

You lightly slap his chest. “I need to go. Or no private lesson later.”

Crosshair watches you go, putting a toothpick in his mouth, retuning the range once you were out of sight.

You wearily drag yourself through the halls of Kamino back to your quarters, both your mind and body to tired to do anything but put one foot in front of the other. You perk up when you reach your quarters, Crosshair leaning non-chalantly against the wall, rolling a toothpick between his teeth as he flicked through something on his datapad with one hand. When he sees you he puts the datapad in his pocket.

“You mentioned private lessons?” He says as you approach.

You both knew what this meant and despite there not being any other clones around, you needed to keep up appearances in case security footage was ever reviewed.

“Yes, come in CT-9904.” You address Crosshair formally and he glowers at his designation, following you into your quarters.

As soon as the door is closed he is yanking you towards him, spitting out the toothpick before attacking your mouth. You reply in kind, your tongue slipping into his mouth as you taste him - something that is distinctly him.

You attempt to back him against the wall but he’s on to you before you can move, spinning you around before backing you up against the wall, one arm bracketing the side of your head while the other works at your outfit to get it off. Once your free of your shirt, you make quick work of Crosshairs armor, leaving him in nothing but his body glove. Your eyes flicker down to see a small wet spot on the front of his crotch and you smirk.

In response, Crosshair grabs your jaw to look at him, reaching down to kiss you again, grazing his teeth against your bottom lip.

“We both know you’re as ready as I am.”

You nod your head, too caught up to actually say anything as Crosshairs hand dips below your waistband, reaching lower to swipe one finger at your entrance.

He removes the finger and sticks it in his mouth and you moan at the sight.

“Crosshair.”

“Just as I thought. Already wet enough for me.”

Crosshair quickly yanks down the bottom half of his body glove, pulling out his long slender cock, hard and leaking. You rips your pants off and lifts you up in one switch movement and your legs automatically wrap around him, your arms around his shoulders for support even though it’s not necessary.

He simply pushes aside your underwear, lines himself up and pushes inside you and your head tilts back against the cold wall as Crosshair steadily fucks into you, watching his cock slide in and out of your tight heat. You know he’s getting close when he buries his head into your shoulder and then bites down as you both reach your highs at the same time.

Crosshair continues to fuck you through your orgasm until your tapping on his back to put you down.

He does, but his arms hold your waist and you’re grateful for the support as your legs felt a bit like jelly. Realising this, he picks your up once again and lays you on your bed, draping himself over you as he recaptures your lips and his hands explore your body. Your hands gently scratch down his back, which you know he loves.

“I think it’s time I taught you something.” You say as you suck a love bite against his chest.

“Doubtful.” Crosshair replies and you bite into his flesh in response and he lets out a low guttural sound. “We can try though.” He follows up.

“Good. Sit up?” You pat Crosshairs chest and he does what you asked him to, sitting up with his back against the wall. You hop off him and settle yourself on your knees, taking his soft cock into your mouth and running your tongue over the tip before sucking, and it doesn’t take long until Crosshair is good and hard again.

You then set yourself on his lap, but not facing his chest, facing the room and you sink down so one knee is between his legs and the other is on the outside of his left leg.

“Bend your knee.”

Crosshair complies and you leaning forward, angling yourself so you can bounce on his cock and rub your sex against his thigh at the same time.

“Use my thigh.” Crosshair says against your back as he grabs your hips to move you faster on his cock, allowing you to focus on grinding down on his thigh.

“Leaving such a mess.”

You’re so close, the movements against his leg becoming frantic as you grew closer to your release.

“I’ll just have to clean it up later.” Crosshair says which pushes you over the edge as you clench around him, releasing yourself on his thigh. He quickly pulls you off him, switching your positions so you were beneath him, sheathing himself back within you and pistoning in and out of you at a brutal pace, your body attempting weakly to find you another release you know won’t come

Suddenly Crosshairs pace falters and his thrusts slow as he releases his seed inside you before pulling out. He leaves for the fresher and come back, cleaning you both up before getting re-dressed in his body glove. He reaches for his armor but you tug on his arm, eyes pleading for him to stay.

His expression softens and he slides in behind you, wrapping an arm lazily over your waist.

“We should have private lessons more often.” You say sleepily. Crosshair doesn’t respond and you fall asleep before he softly kisses you on the cheek and holds your hand in his as he drifts off.

Chapter Text

Your comm trills, breaking your concentration from the holodrama that you had been watching. Setting the device on the table, you pause your show and wait for the image to materialise.
When it does, it’s shaky at best and you hear overlapping voices and you get a glimpse of who you think is Echo yanking the comm away from Wrecker and the image stabilises, the face of your lover Echo in front of you. You break into a grin. He has been away for awhile and you weren’t sure when you would have heard from him next.

“Hey Cyar’ika.” He says as soon as he can see you.Wrecker yells your name from the background, his head popping up behind Echos and you wave hello to him.

Echo glares at him until he gets the message and leave the holo frame.

You immediately start talking, catching Echo up on your uneventful month and Echo filling you in, with the help of his brothers, on their missions.

“Where are you now?” You ask.

“Hyperspace. Heading to a Republic base for a restock before we get new orders.”

“We should be arriving in 0.5 standard hours.”

The time passes quickly and soon enough Tech is announcing that they have arrived.

“Come on boys, let’s leave Echo to catch up with their Cyare.” Hunter announces to the squad.

“But there are repairs that need to be completed. I will remain.” Tech protests. You don’t need to see Hunter to know the pointed look he is giving Tech.

“I suppose they can wait.” Tech concedes and gathers himself, giving you a small wave as he passes behind Echo to exit the ship.

“Don’t go getting into fights with regs!” You call to Crosshair as he passes by. He pauses to smirk at you from behind Echo and then gives you a wink as he departs. Wrecker chortles at the idea and with an enthusiastic goodbye, leaves with the rest of his brothers, Hunter bringing up the rear. The hatch closes and you are finally left in peace.

You smile softly at Echo. “I’ve missed you.”

“I can tell.” He jokes, nodding at the civvie shirt that you were wearing.

“It smells like you.” You admit softly and Echos joking smile turns into one of soft adoration.

“I missed you too. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You say, nothing but love in your eyes before they change to ones with a glint of mischief. “But I really missed you.” You say pointedly, reading to the holo and tilting the imagine downwards, showing the bottom of his shirt which grazed the top of your thighs.

You watch Echo, his attention rapt as you pull the hem of the shirt up to show your panties and the strip of your stomach above them.

Echo groans in response, his grip tightening on the pilots chair.

“Ships locked?” You ask and after Echo leans forward to press a few buttons and sits back, he nods in confirmation.

You waste no time and pull off your shirt, leaving your top half bare to Echo, your now free hand snaking underneath your pantries and you tilt your head back and sigh as you rub your clit.

Keeping your movements steady, you look up at Echo who had surprisingly remained somewhat composed and fully dressed. His only giveaway was the fact that his chest was heaving and his pupils blown.

“You’re wearing too much.” You say, a particular circular motion causing you to moan and you see Echo relish in the sound.

Echo goes to pull off his armor but your free hand shoots out to stop him. He looks at your curiously.

“I like the armor. Keep it on.” You say through half lidded eyes. “Except the codpiece. That has to go.”

“Is that an order?” Echo grins at you.

“That’s an order, Corporal.” Having his rank fall from your lips has Echo rushing to take his codpiece off before reaching into his bodysuit and freeing his cock, lazily stroking it while his eyes fixate on your mouth, your lower lip caught between your teeth.

Locking eyes with him, you use your free hand to join your other in your panties, one finger deftly pressing into your entrance and you pump it in and out, moaning as you do so.

“Want to see.” Echo grunts out, his strokes seeming painfully slow considering how red and angry his cock was with arousal.

You yank your panties off in one swift motion, spreading your legs so Echo can get a good look. He groans at the sight as you add a second finger, sliding them in and out with ease. Echo watches as you take your two now-wet fingers and put them in your mouth, sucking them clean before removing them with a pop. Echos cock twitches at the sight.

“So wet for you Echo. Can’t wait until you return so you can fill this needy pussy.” You whine and Echo releases the grip on cock, not wanting to cum until you had. Always the gentleman.

“Stars you’re beautiful. Can’t wait to hold you in my arms.”

“Echo, stop being so sweet. We haven’t got very long here. Don’t you want to cum.”

“I could cum right now if you told me to.”

“Me first.” You wink at him and tilt your head back with closed eyes, fingers swiftly rubbing your clit, giving you delicious friction as your fingers return to your wet heat, flicking them in and out, tilting so you hit the sweet spot inside you. It doesn’t take long and moaning Echos name you cum, your walls tightening around your fingers as you work yourself through the orgasm. You finally catch your breath and look at him.

He looks like he’s almost in pain.

“Echo, you haven’t cum yet?”

“Not yet Cyare, want you to give me permission.”

“Untouched?”

“Please, oh maker, please.” Echo begs.

“Echo look at me.” Echo catches your gaze and you stare into eachothers eyes. “Imagine I’m with you right now. On the Marauder. I would sink to my knees and take your delicious cock in your mouth, running my tongue up that vein that drives you crazy.” Echo bucks at your words, desperate for friction. He was close, you could tell. “I’d then take all of you down my throat, tight, wet, warm. Id let you use me, sliding your cock in and out until you were releasing down my throat.”

Echo was really close now, bucking wildly.

“Echo, cum for me love.”

Echo jerks, thick ropes of cum painting his chest piece as he finds his release. As he comes down from his high he reaches out to your form in the holo and your holo forms touch hands.

“I love you.” Echo says.

“I know.” You reply.

Chapter Text

A sigh escapes your lips as you look out the window of your office to lively and bright Coruscant night. It was late, and the rest of your staff had gone home for the evening, but due to a meeting you had with a client that didn’t understand the concept of standard office hours, you remained at work until they arrive. Then you could finally go home and rest.

Moving away from the window, you sit back down at your desk, multiple folders and pages of flimsi scattered over the desk. Rubbing your face over your hands, you begin to re-organise them when a knock at your office door alerts you to someone arriving.

Checking your chrono, you know that it couldn’t be your client as they were never early, you grab the blaster from your desk draw and hide it behind your back. You’d never actually needed it before – break ins this far up in the offices never happened – but Hunter, who you had been seeing for a little while now, insisted, even dragging in Crosshair to teach you, much to the snipers annoyance.
The door suddenly opens and you level your blaster at them, mouth dropping open in surprise as you realise who it is.

“Hunter?”

“You weren’t actually going to shoot me were you?” Hunter says as you lower the blaster and turn to place it on your desk.

As soon as your facing Hunter again he strides forward, scooping you up into a tight hug, your legs naturally wrapping around his waist and arms falling behind his head, one grabbing onto his head as he leans in for a searing kiss which you reciprocate with enthusiasm. Hunter pulls his head away and leans over to whisper in your ear.

“Id be prouder if you did.”

You laugh, recapturing his lips, not wanting to let go. It had been months since you’d seen him last. You fist his hair and grip his pauldron as his lips move to your neck, sucking the skin, but not hard enough to leave a mark. He knew you had appearances to keep up.

“Hunter.” You moan breathily. Hunter ignores you, doubling down on his efforts which send jolts of pleasure right down to your core. You tug on the back of his head to get his attention, his mouth only leaving your skin for a second to say “yes?” before latching back on, hands kneading your ass.

“I don’t have time for this. I have a client coming in-“ You check your chrono again. “twenty minutes.”

“Better make this quick then. I also have another mission briefing shortly and Echo will kill me if I’m not there again.”

Hunter carries you easily to your chair, sitting down and resting you on his lap. You immediately position yourself to be riding his thigh, grinding down to get some much needed friction on your throbbing core. Hunter tuts. “Did I tell you you could do that?”

“No, sir.” You reply, picking up on what he was going for.

“No, I didn’t. Be a good girl and maybe ill give you a reward.”

“Yes sir.” You reply, looking up at Hunter, his eyes dark with lust and his chest already heaving.

“Before you get your reward, I need something from you.”

“Anything sir.”

“Get on your knees.”

You sink to your knees, nestled between Hunters legs, hands resting on your thighs. You look up at him questioningly, waiting for you next orders. You’d be lying if this wasn’t setting you on fire. You loved it when Hunter pulled rank. Hunter frees his cock and its already hard and leaking pre-cum. He swipes his finger over the slit and gives himself a few pumps, his eyes never leaving the sight of you between his legs, so willing to do whatever he asked. He so very much loved you.

“Suck.”

You nod your head once before bending over and taking his cock in your mouth in one swift movement, burying your head in the curls at the base before bobbing your head up and down in a steady rhythm.

Hunters hands find purchase behind your neck and he begins to buck, careful enough so he doesn’t hurt you, but he’s not exactly small and the movement causes your eyes to water from the effort but you persevere, Hunter grunting and groaning in pleasure above you. You tried to clench your thighs together to get any sort of friction but its not enough. You need more.

Suddenly Hunter pulls you head up and off his cock. “I think you’ve earned a reward for doing so well.”

“Thank-you sir.”

“Up.” He commands and you stand up, still between his legs.

Hunter hooks his hands around your thigh and manhandles you so your seated on his lap, one leg either side of his. You don’t dare move no matter how much your mind is screaming at you to.

“Ride my leg cyare. Be a good girl and cum on my thigh.”

“Yes sir.” You say as you begin to grind against his thigh, the strong muscles flexing to give a strong surface on which to move. You start slow to begin with, but Hunter seems impatient and places his hands on your waist, taking control of the movements as slide easily along his leg, Hunter jerking his leg upwards at random intervals which makes you moan. It doesn’t take long and you and Hunter lock eyes as you cum, mouth falling open in a silent scream. You jerk against his leg as you ride out your high until you stop, slumping forward against Hunters chest.

“We’re not done yet.” Hunter says in a low voice and with only one hand, picks you up around the waist, taking his cock in his free hand. Simply hiking up your bottoms and pushing aside your panties, he lines himself with your entrance and in one swift thrust, sheaths himself entirely in you, throwing his head back as your walls clench around him.

An alert from your datapad breaks the moment suddenly, a chime signalling that someone was requesting access to the building using your office code. You click the button before turning your attention back to Hunter.

“Permission to speak?” You say, still playing along.

“Granted.”

“We don’t have long Hunter. That’s my client. They should be here shortly.”

“This wont take long.” Hunter says, silencing anything further you might say by kissing you and thrusting upwards into your tight heat.

“Touch yourself.” You obey his command, hand not on Hunters chest supporting yourself reaching between your legs to rub your clit, still a bit sensitive from your previous orgasm.

“Faster. Need to fill your tight pussy.” Hunter groans, forehead resting against yours, his eyes screwed shut as he gets closer to his release.

“Yes sir.” You say with a slight smirk and increase your efforts until you feel the pressure start to build and with one final thrust from Hunter you cum on his cock, squeezing him as he cums, shouting as
he does, hips faltering until the stop altogether.

You stand up, grabbing a tissue from your desk to wipe up the mess and tossing it in the trash as Hunter tucks himself away.

Another ping signals that the turbolift had arrived at your floor. You quickly pull Hunter into a tender kiss before pulling away. Hunters eyes bore into yours.

“You have to go.” You say sadly.

“Don’t wanna.”

“I know. I love you. I’ll see you next time your on planet ok? Maybe we can go for an actual date this time.”

“Only if we get to end up fucking in your office again.”

“Hunter, were not making it a tradition.”

“It could be!” Hunter says enthusiastically and you shake your head at him, pushing him away lightly.

“Go! And don’t be seen!”

“I love you.” Hunter says before sneaking out of your office.

You’re standing at the door and Hunter ducks out of sight just as the turbo lift doors open and your client steps through. You thank the force in that moment that their species doesn’t have a sense of smell.

You see Hunter slip through the open doors just as your client reaches you and you greet them, gesturing for them to enter your office. Hunter blows you a kiss just as the door closes, causing you to smile.

Chapter Text

“You don’t have to do this.” Hunter says to you as you strap your blaster around your thigh.

“I want to do this Hunter. Lets see if you really are as good as you say.”

Hunters gaze darkens, his hand whipping out to encircle your waist, pulling you impossibly close to him, his breath puffing across your face, his lips so close to yours.

“Is that a challenge?” He all but whispers against your ear.

You give him a quick peck on the cheek, stepping away before you got carried away. Again. You cross your arms over your chest. “I think I can outmatch you.”

“We’ll see.” Hunter smirks and you smirk right back at him before he pulls you into a quick hug, a quick peck on the cheek before youre pulling away and moving towards the door. “You’ve got a standard hour. Then I’m coming for you.”

“And then?”

“And then you’ll be cumming for me.”

“Assuming you win!” You call out as your dart out of the door way and into the busy streets of Coruscant.

For the next hour, Hunter paces the length of the Marauder, stopping at intervals and either spinning his knife between his fingers or throwing them against the hull. Tech wouldn’t be happy when he saw more marks. Hunter would have to pick up another poster to cover it. A pin up of you, he muses. While he waits he cant help but worry – he knows you can take care of yourself easily, but Coruscant is a busy place and can be filled with unpleasant people. Which is why Tech was tracking comms on both yourself and Hunter, and Crosshair was keeping close to your via rooftops. You were as safe as you could get.

A chime signals your time is up and Hunter springs into action, sniffing the air before bending down to inspect the ground. Picking up your track, he sets off after you.

Your trail seems to stop at the clone bar, the 79’s and he walks in, wary. You wouldn’t have made it this easy on him.

He scans the room but does no hear particular rhythm of your heartbeat, but smells your scent. Following it, he doesn’t find you, but what he does find instead is Wrecker sitting next to Echo with a bunch of the 501st, drinking and laughing over something Wrecker was doing, obscured by the back of the booth. Hunter follows the clue and walks over to them and is greeted enthusiastically by Wrecker who has your boots – a pair of them anyway – on his hands and he was clopping them around like fathier hoofs. What took Hunter by surprise was that the smell he had picked up was from your undershirt – the one Wrecker was currently squeezed into, his muscles pulling at the fabric, the hem stopping halfway up his chest.

“You admiring my new look Sarge?” Wrecker says as Hunter takes it in. Hunter shakes his head. “I think it suits me! At least, that’s what some of the Pantoran and Twi’lek girls said.” Wrecker continues with glee.

“They’re not here.” Echo says to Hunter and with a quick goodbye to the table, Hunter is out into the streets again, following a trail you might have gone down, thinking about where a good place to hide would be.

He eventually picks up your scent again near the docks, and the glint of Crosshairs sniper rifle confirms hes close. With a two fingered salute, Crosshair disappears into the night. He certainly didn’t want to be around when Hunter caught you.

“I know you’re here!” Hunter calls out to the deserted area, his voice echoing off the shipping containers that were haphazardly stacked around the yard.

“But where am I Hunter? You haven’t won yet.”

Hunter hears footsteps and by triangulating the sound he sprints towards a stack of crates, skidding around the corner to find an empty dead end. You were up to your tricks again.
A reflection off one of the containers has Hunters head whipping around, seeing the edge of your jacket disappear off one of the containers, your light feet still causing the metal to reberate. Hunter takes chase after you, getting ever so close as you turn another corner right into an alley behind two warehouses.

A strong pair of hands grab your waist and suddenly you are being pushed against the cold brick wall.

“Found you.” Hunter says, boxing you in.

“I never doubted you.”

Hunter raises his eyebrow in response.

“Well, only a little.” You wiggle your eyebrows at him and Hunter surges forward, lips attacking yours as his tongue slips into your mouth before nipping at your bottom lip. One of your hands grabs his neck, the other reaches out with a flat palm against the cool brick. You were sweating.

“And now my prize.” Hunter says darkly. “You don’t think I cant smell you? How wet you are? You must be soaked with how strong you smell to me. And your little heart is racing. Do you like this? Me chasing you down?”

“Yes Hunter.” You say breathily and Hunter re-attaches his lips to your neck and bites down into your soft flesh, one hand snaking down to fiddle with your pants until he can get them open and down around your thighs. His hand immediately snakes into your panties. When he feels the lacy fabric he looks down at them, rubbing the fabric between his fingers.

“Your prize.” You say simply and Hunter is latching onto your mouth again, hungry for you.

His fingers slip into the soft fabric and two fingers pinch your clit and you arch backwards, your head thumping against the hard wall behind you.

“So wet.” Hunter repeats and you hold his gaze as you gently pull his fingers from your panties.

His steely gaze immediately shifts into one of concern. “You don’t want this? Its ok. I didn’t mean to push you too far.”

You smile softly at him, kissing him again. “Hunter, I don’t need your fingers.” You mumble against his mouth as your free hands reach towards his hard length which you had felt pressed against you the moment he caught you. “I need you.” Hunter groans and shuts his eyes as you pull out his cock and give it a few strokes. “Fuck me Hunter.”

Hunter obeys your command, hands grabbing your ass and hoisting you upwards so your legs grip onto his ass and back of his thighs, hands automatically reaching for his neck. Hunter slams you against the brick wall.

“Hands up.” He says, pulling your hands away and placing the palm up against the brick on either side of your head. All you can do is watch in awe as Hunter holds you up with one arm, the other reaching down to his cock before he guides it to your entrance and in one swift thrust, fully penetrates you. Your hands clench automatically, desperate for something to grab on to.

Hunter keeps a steady pace, one arm around your waist keeping you up, the other using the wall for purchase as he steadily thrusts in and out of you. "You like this? You're so tight. Take my cock so well.” Hunter says as he suddenly picks up the pace that has you crying out loud, so close.

“Hunter, please.”

“Cum for me cyare.” Hunter says and his hand that was against the wall reaches up to take yours and your grip his hand as you buck your hips, riding out your high. Hunter is not far behind and it takes a while for both of your jerky movements to cease. When hes softened inside you he pulls out and sets you back on your feet, one arm keeping you steady and the other tucking himself away and fixing you up too.

He pulls you close. “It wasn’t too much?” He says, mumbled against the top of your head.

“Perfect.” You reply. “We’ll have to do it again sometime.” You pause. “Except this time, maybe I should try hunting you.”

Hunter chuckles. “You wish.”

Chapter Text

A rapid tapping on your window brings your attention from the datapad that you had been pouring over. Getting up from the couch, your eyebrows scrunch in confusion when you see Crosshair standing on the balcony – of your highrise building.

You unlock the door and let him in, resting your hands on your hips. “Why cant you use the front door like a normal person?”

“Not as fun, doll.” Crosshair smirks, flicking his toothpick out the open door and over the balcony. He steps forward, grabbing your waist and twirling you into his arms. Leaning forward, he gives you a ferocious kiss which you reciprocate with equal measure, melting into his touch.

Eventually, and far too early for you, he pulls away and takes your hand, tugging you back to the couch. He lays down the length of it, pulling you atop him, hands sitting solidly on your waist.

Learning forward, you capture his lips against yours once again, but this time Crosshair is slow, deliberate, exploring your mouth carefully and his hands stroke softly against your clothed skin.

To Crosshairs annoyance, you step off him and shove his legs off the couch, re-situating yourself against him, head on his lap. His hands immediately find their way to your hair, massaging your scalp.

Convinced Crosshair was now distracted, you turn on the holovid projector to some romantic drama you had been watching in what spare time you had.

Crosshairs scoffs and you catch him roll his eyes at your choice but he says nothing, distracting himself with you.

It’s a little ways into the program when the two protagonists confess their love for eachother, kissing passionately before taking things to the bedroom. While not explicit, you still blush knowing what they were doing under the sheets, the moans making you tingle slightly. You hoped Crosshair didn’t notice. He always loved teasing you.

“Embarrassed are we sweetheart? Nothing to be ashamed of. We’ve all done it before.” Crosshair says casually.

You blush even harder and Crosshair pauses the holovid, fingers tracing your face as he watches you carefully. “Beautiful thing like you, I just assumed…” Crosshair trails off and you duck your head so you’re not looking at him. “You haven’t?” Crosshair asks carefully.

“No.” You mumble, and then pause for a moment. “But id like to, with you.”

“You sure?” Crosshair asks, surprised and gauging your reaction.

You nod your head and Crosshair whips you up and off to your bed, laying you down gently in the centre of it, leaning over you as you lay flat on your back. His reaches his head down and kisses you softly before moving to nibble behind your ear, then your neck. His eyes keep coming up to meet yours, searching for any resistance. You were sure he could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

His hands reach down, fingers gently holding the hem of the shirt you were wearing. “Can I take this off?”

You hesitate. No one had ever seen you naked before. Crosshair catches this and brings his head back up to your face and kisses you again. “We don’t have to.”

“I want to Crosshair, its just…”

“Don’t overthink it. You’re beautiful. I…l love you.”

That takes you by surprise. You had been together for a little while, and Crosshair was always a gentleman, never pushing for more than you were comfortable.

Crosshair doesn’t wait for your response, clearly not needing it at this moment. “Don’t overthink it.” He repeats, gently reaching down and lifting off your top. Your hands automatically move to shield yourself from him, and Crosshair gently tugs them away from your body, dipping his head to press kisses all over your torso. “Beautiful” He mumbles against your skin.

Feeling a bit more confident, you lift your hips for Crosshair to shimmy your pants off of you, tossing them into the room behind him.

“You’re wearing too much.” You point out and Crosshair pulls off his shirt, revealing his rippling abs and strong muscular arms. You’d seen glimpses of him of course, but never in full view like this. He was beautiful. Your hand unconsciously reaches out towards his torso, stopping just out of reach when you realise what you are doing.

“You can touch.” Crosshair says, pulling your hand the remaining distance and your palms rubs down his form.

“Beautiful.” You say, an expression you cant quite read crossing his face. Surprise, perhaps?

“You’re beautiful. Breathtaking.” Crosshair replies leaning down between your legs which automatically close.

Crosshair instead presses kisses to your thighs, any skin that was available to him. He glances up at you again asking for permission and you nod. Crosshair slowly pulls your knees apart and presses a kiss to your clothed core.

You eyes are transfixed, chest heaving, as he removes the final piece of clothing and you have to resist every urge to run from the room in embarrassment at him seeing you. All of you.

“Stunning.” Crosshair says, more to your cunt than you. He kneels between your legs, resting his hands on your bent knees.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” He inquires.

You blush. “N..no.” You stammer out.

“A waste. Let me show you. Then you don’t need me to make yourself feel good.”

“Cross, I, I cant.”

“You can.” He says, lightly covering your hand in his as he moves it down your soft flesh, easily allowing you to pull away if you want to.

You don’t, and he guides his hand to your core, manoeuvring your fingers so two bracket your clit.

“Rub.”

You listen to Crosshair and slowly rub your clit, the tingle from before spreading throughout your body, making you feel hot.

“How does it feel?”

“Feels good. So good Crosshair.”

“Good, that’s what its meant to feel like. It can also feel good, here.” Crosshair takes your free hand and reaches it down between your legs, the digit sitting at your entrance. He swipes your finger up for you, showing your juices glistening on his fingers. “See this? This is what happens when you’re turned on.”

If you were turned on before, it increases tenfold when Crosshair takes the finger and puts it in his mouth and sucks hard, releasing the finger with a pop and showing you that it was clean.

“Delicious.” He declares, causing you to blush again.

“Slide it in. Move it around. See what it feels like.”

You do as he says, sliding one finger and tensing at the intrusion but it still goes in fairly easily. This causes you to relax and you slide your finger in and out as Crosshair told you to do.

“Feels good.” You say breathily.

“Add a second.” Crosshair says and his skin is flushed too, his pupils blown wide. He was enjoying helping you explore your body.

You do and it’s a little tighter still, the movements nice after you relax. You scissor your fingers inside yourself when Crosshair instructs you to, stretching yourself out until you can comfortably add a third.

When Crosshair thinks you’ve used your fingers enough, he pulls them away, situating his face between your legs and placing your hands on his shoulders as he dives down into your pussy, licking and sucking on your clit which causes you to moan out loud as your hips arch of the bed, hands threading themselves into Crosshairs short locks.

You feel him smirk against your cunt before going back to his ministrations, gently pushing in one finger, then two, then three and pumping them in and out of you. It felt like heaven, and you had a strange sensation building up in your body. Crosshair seems to sense it and his fingers and mouth pick up speed, angling upwards.

“Crosshair!” You half moan/half shout. “Somethings happening!”

“Just ride it out doll.” He hums against your clit and you do, the pressure building until it suddenly snaps and you feel your body clench in rippled waves around Crosshairs fingers as he works you through your high.

You’re panting, hands gripping Crosshairs hair, which he doesn’t seem to mind, and he laps at your cunt, swallowing everything you had just given him. He finally removes his head from between your legs and you see his lips glisten with your release.

“Wow.” Is all you can muster up to say.

“How was it? Good?” Crosshair inquires, hands rubbing up and down your thighs.

“Good? Cross, that was amazing. I’ve never felt like that before.” You say, and that’s when you look down at him and realize his cock was still clothed, straining against his pants.

Your previous shyness comes back when you think about his cock that hard because of you. That you might be able to see it. Your hand waves towards his crotch.

“Do you want me to..?” You trail off, not really sure what you would do given the chance.

“No.” Crosshair says firmly. “This is about you. Do you want to continue?”

“If I feel half as good as I did when you were between my legs just now, the answer is yes.”

“Alright. Ill get myself prepped. Stay here.” Crosshair disappears into the bathroom, coming back with a small bottle and gold coloured packet in his hands, kicking off his pants as he made his way back to the bed. The thick line of his cock is obvious in his tight briefs, a small mark where the tip was.

“Would you like to-?” Crosshair gestures to his briefs and you reach up, tentatively pulling them down. Crosshair groans as his cock springs free and its bigger than you imagined, slightly larger than average (whatever that was, its not like you had anything to compare it to), but long. Its size intimidates you and you bite your lower lip.

“We don’t have to continue.” Crosshair asks. “This shouldn’t hurt.”

“Isnt it meant to? That’s what I’ve heard.”

“Then you’ve heard wrong.”

You take a deep breath. “I want this Crosshair. I want you, inside me.”

Crosshair rips open the packet and rolls the condom over his length before squirting some lube onto his fingers and rubbing them in and around your entrance. He takes a little bit more and squirts it onto his length before lining himself up.

“Relax.” He says, pushing forward only slightly and its all it takes for you to inhale sharply. It was a stretch, and it hurt, but only a little. It was a little uncomfortable, but mostly felt great.

“Keep going.” You tell him, consciously relaxing your muscles as he slides in the rest of the way. It definitely is a stretch, but it feels good. Crosshair waits for a few moments for you to adjust and once you give him a nod, he rocks his hips against you, moving only slightly while your body gets used to him. “More, Crosshair.” You plead and that’s when he starts thrusting, long and slow before speeding up and your insides are on fire from how spectacular it felt.

“Cross!” You moan and its not long before the unfamiliar sensation starts to build in your lower belly again, Crosshair reaching down to fiddle with your clit which sends you over the edge and your vision whites out for a second as you crest, your lower half bucking against Crosshair as you ride out your release. You feel him still against yours for a few seconds before pulling out, tying off the condom and tossing it into the trash can, perfect aim despite the target being in a different room.

Crosshair lies down on the bed next you, pulling you against his body and pulling the covers over you both.

“How are you feeling?” Crosshair checks in with you, breath dancing across your ear.

“Amazing Cross. I never thought I could feel that way.”

“Mmmm.” Crosshair hums.

“And Cross?” You say, turning your head slightly. “I love you too.”

Crosshair buries his head against your back and you’re sure hes now the one blushing. “Say things like that again doll, and we’ll just have to go for a round two.”

“Gladly.” You chuckle.

Chapter Text

You push open the door to your apartment building with a sigh of relief.

It had been a long week at work as a professor of mathematics at Coruscant University. Finals were drawing to a close and students were relentless in their questions, not to mention the side work you did analysing tactics for the Grand Army of the Republic.

You cross the lobby to the reception counter and the attendant wordlessly passes you a large non-descript parcel.

With a smile and a thank-you, you bid them farewell and head to the turbo lift, which was thankfully empty once it arrived.

Once you reach your apartment, you push open the door and toss your things on the nearby table and kick off your shoes, heading straight to your kitchen to pour yourself a glass of your favourite Corellian whisky.

As you sip your drink, you open your package, a reward for yourself for a hard week of work.

Unwrapping the paper, you pull out the garment, a black bra with red v detailing across the sheer bust, an additional strap reaching from the fabric at the front up to the shoulder strap. A seperate black garter comes next, the clips dangling off the edge of the delicate fabric. Last comes the panties, also in black lace with a little red bow at the front. You apprise them, congratulating yourself on a purchase well done. You might even allow someone else to appreciate them when you went out later that night.

Setting them down, you decide to order in and once that was done, you were left waiting for the food to arrive. You decide to grab the box and take it to your bedroom and try them on, spinning around to look at yourself from all angles.

Yes, some lucky person would get to enjoy these later.

You’re distracted by yourself when you hear the door open and reach for your blaster beside the bed, exiting your room with caution to find Tech standing there, helmet on and eyes downcast to his datapad that he was typing on furiously.

“Tech?” You say with surprise, lowering the blaster, your heart still racing.

“I apologise for the intrusion, but I sent multiple comms. The matter is quite urgent and I would like to run the new equations with you. When you didn’t respond I thought something may have happened to you.”

Tech still doesn’t look up and you think back to your last conversation and realise he was talking about some project he was building that you were helping him with the math on.

“That key was for emergencies Tech.” You growl.

“This definitely constitutes-“ Tech cuts himself off as he finally looks up you and you see his eyebrows shoot up in surprised, which is when you remember what you were wearing before he interrupted you.

“Take a holo, it’ll last longer.” You joke, pausing for a second before dipping back into your bedroom and pulling on some leggings and a Coruscant U T-shirt.

When you re-enter your living room Tech still hasn’t moved.

You wave a hand over his face. “Tech? You with me?”

Tech seems to shake himself out of his stupor, eyes looking back to his datapad. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your activities. I can understand that sexual relations can be quite beneficial in releasing stress and I can only imagine the amount that you are under right now. My brothers sometimes talk about their encounters while on planet and how they don’t like to be interrupted.” Tech rambles, still not looking at you.

“Tech, it’s ok. I wasn’t expecting you. There’s no one else here.”

There’s another knock at the door and Tech raises his blaster. You walk past him, pushing it down and opening the door to your food, thanking the delivery person and walking to your kitchen, closing the door with your foot.

“You said you had new equations you wanted me to check?” You ask, gesturing for him to sit opposite you at the table, already pulling out your own datapad.

“Yes. I - you’re not bothered by what just transpired?”

“No? They’re just underthings Tech, we all wear them.”

“But they were particularly lovely. I thought-“ Tech seems a bit confused.

You roll your eyes but blush slightly at Techs comment on then being lovely. You have had a thing for the clone ever since you met him, his intellect rivaling your own. You often sent eachother comms while he was away and always saw him when he had shore leave. You had also met the rest of his squad, Hunter even pulling you aside telling you to do something about it because Tech sure wouldn’t. You heeded his words.

“Come on Tech, I bought enough for two.” You push out the chair opposite you and Tech sits down, finally removing his helmet and setting it on the table next to him. You can see a slight flush in his cheeks.

“The equation?” You prompt again.

“Hmm?” Tech focuses and shows you what he was working on and the pair of you work together late into the evening, bickering about variables and which proof was better (yours, of course). You had finally figured it out together and you stretch out and yawn, having moved to the couch after you had finished eating.

“That was a doozy Tech, I’m glad we could figure it out together.”

“Yes, that was most enjoyable. I can send you some credits for the dinner if you’d like.” Tech says politely, tucking his datapad a way and standing up.

“That’s ok. Don’t worry about it.”

Tech starts to protest but you wave him away.

“I should be going. We have new orders and ship out tomorrow.”

“It is late.” You say, lingering but not getting up. You don’t want him to leave. You felt so alive when Tech was with you, doing what you both did best.

Tech moves towards the door and you finally get up to see him to the door.

“Goodnight.” He says, facing you, almost unsure of what he was going to do next.

“Night Tech. Get some sleep, will you?”

Tech gives you a small smile as he turns and leaves.

He only gets a few steps down the corridor before you’re yelling out his name to come back. He returns to your door.

“You forgot this!” You say, handing him his helmet, your hands brushing up against one another and he looks down at them while you watch him.

“Thank-you. My brothers would never have forgiven me for losing another helmet.”

He pauses, looking up at you through his goggles and you seize the moment, leaning over to give him a chaste kiss on the lips.

Tech blushes as you retreat.

“That was quite lovely.” He says.

“I thought so too.”

“Can we do it again?” He says quietly, hopefully.

You respond by grabbing the corners of his chestpiece and dragging him flush against you, lips meeting as you kiss Tech passionately, him retuning with fervour.

You back up into your apartment and Tech closes the door behind him with his foot and you stand there, entwined as months of lingering looks and hints finally comes to a head.

You quickly pull off your shirt between kisses and kick off your leggings, leaving you in the lingerie Tech had interrupted you trying on earlier. He looks down at you pert nipples, visible through the sheer fabric and he lets out moan, hands reaching out to cover them, tweaking them slightly which he continues once it gets a favourable response out of you.

You tug at his armor and Tech reluctantly pulls away, taking off each piece carefully and stacking it on the table, leaving him in only his body glove.

Feeling bold, you wrap one arm around his neck and the other around his hip, grabbing his ass cheek and squeezing, causing Tech to emit a surprised squeak before moaning into your mouth.

Tech pulls his mouth away but rests your foreheads together. “As beautiful as you look in these items, I think I would rather see you without them.”

You tug on his bodysuit. “And I would like to see you without this.”

You both quickly strip and your breath is taken away at the sight of Tech nude in front of you. You knew he was in shape - all the clones had to be - but his lean form and bulky armor hid how toned and muscular he really was and you can’t help but reach out a hand to run it down Techs heaving chest, ending at his Adonis belt. His cock, which was slight larger than average, stood at attention. You knew you were just as aroused.

Grabbing his hand, you pull him to the bedroom and something comes over Tech and he pushes you backwards so the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, sending you backwards to land softly on the duvet.

After just looking at you for a few moments, Tech scrambles on top of you, pulling you tight against him as he attacks your neck, mumbling affirmations against your skin. You go to gently pull off his goggles when his hand reaches up to stop you and you look at him curiously.

“I can’t see without them.” He explains. “And I want to see this.”

You can’t argue with that logic so they remain on, Techs deft fingers roaming your body before reaching down between your legs.

“So wet for me?” Tech says as his fingers push inside you with ease.

“Always Tech. Whenever you’ve been here, as soon as you’re gone I touch myself thinking of you.” You admit and Tech growls, adding a third finger and pumping them in and out while his thumb plays with your clit, sending you dangerously to the edge.

“I think of you too.” Tech replies. “I never could have imagined it would feel this good however.”

“Tech, I need you.” You whine and Tech removes his hands from your entrance, lining himself up, but he pauses.

“I’m safe.” You say in response to his hesitation. “I have an implant.”

Tech responds by sheathing himself completely inside you, and you shiver in pleasure.

He gives you a second to adjust but you were so needy you start undulating your hips to get more friction, the veins on Techs cock dragging a against your walls deliciously. The sensation of him being inside you coupled with the groans and grunts Tech was making sends to toppling over the edge and you feel your walls pulse around his cock, which seems to be all it takes for Tech to thrust deep inside you and then still, and you can feel the ropes of his cum as he empties himself inside you. He pulls himself out of you and you roll the pair of you so you’re on top, then scrambling off him to rush to the adjoining fresher to grab a cloth, coming back and cleaning both of you up.

Tech then pulls you against his chest and you can hear his heart still racing.

“If I’d have known that’s what it took I could have turned up to the Marauder in something like that months ago.”

“No, because then my brothers would have seen you and would have made a move on you before I could.”

“I would have rejected them Tech.” You reply sincerely. 

“Why? They are in peak physical form, they each are a certain type which women seem to flock to.” Tech seems confused by your declaration.

“Because they don’t have this Tech.” You tap the side of Techs head at his temple.

“Goggles?” Tech says confused.

“No, you’re brain. Tech, I love your brain.”

“And I love yours, and the rest of you too.” Tech stills, realising what he’s said. You smile against his chest.

“The Kaminoans really accelerated everything with you clones, didn’t they?” You say with a chuckle.

“You don’t have to say it back.” Tech reasons.

“I love you too Tech.” You say without hesitation, and Tech responds by placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

There’s a pause. “I will want to take a holo, if you’ll let me.”

You laugh loudly. “Of course Tech, anything for you.”

As you lay there you think that trying on that lingerie was a well calculated risk.

Chapter Text

Tucked up against Hunters chest, you toss the datapad you were holding on the bed in front of you and survey the hotel suite you were currently in, waiting for it to be dark so you could go on your mission.

Behind you, Hunter was lightly napping, content with you in his arms. Echo was sitting in an armchair, reading a physical book you had procured for him. He seemed to be enraptured by it. Tech was tinkering with something, back to you as he was bent over the tiny desk that was in the room. Crosshair and Wrecker on the coach, loudly arguing and riling eachother up as the played a holo-game.

“Bored.” You announce, which gets the attention of Wrecker and Echo. Crosshair takes the opportunity to beat Wrecker in the game, exclaiming proudly before turning to you.

“Thanks babe.” He then shoves Wrecker. “I win. That’s 5-4 to me. Pay up.”

“Did you do that on purpose?” Wrecker says as he hands over a few credits to Crosshair.

“No. I’m really bored.” You say. “How long until we can go?”

“A few standard hours. Nightfall is quite late by local time.” Tech replies, not looking up from his project.

“Too long.” You say and Wrecker holds out his controller to you so you can take his spot. You shake your head at him. “I have something better in mind. Something fun.”

“Uh oh.” Hunter says from behind you. “I know that tone.”

You smile mischievously.

“I think you’re right Hunter. What do you have in mind, love?” Echo says.

“A test of strength.”

Wrecker immediately stands up and laughs loudly. “I’m going to kick your ass at this one Cross!”

“What were you thinking?” Echo asks as he rolls his eyes and Hunter stifles a giggle against your back.

“I should rephrase that. A test of resolve.”

“Of the sexual nature?” Tech asks, your words finally capturing his attention enough to set his project down and turn his chair so he was looking at you.

“That’s what I had in mind.” Your words have all of the boys interested.

“You’re in charge Mesh’la.” Echo says.

You like the sound of that. “I want all of you lined up in a row, facing the bed.”

There’s a bit of shuffling and you mourn the loss of Hunters heat behind you as he follows your orders and lines up with the others. As they were relaxing, they are in just their bodysuits, their forms easily visible to you.

“Now for a bit of a show.” You say, winking before slowly beginning to pull off the top half of your bodysuit, pausing just before you pull it over your breasts, wiggling a bit and teasing them.

“Come on!” Wrecker says impatiently and you roll your shirt back down over your abdomen. The other boys groan at the result of Wreckers outburst.

You wait a few moments and besides some shuffling from Wrecker, they all stand at attention, waiting for you. You decide to continue as a reward, whipping of your shirt and fondling your breasts before shimmying off your pants. The bra is the next thing to go but you leave your panties, instead settling on your back, top half lifted by your elbows and legs spread.

You notice that all the boys are hard now, the outline of their cocks straining through their bodysuits.

“The aim of this game.” You say, twirling the side of your panties, tugging at them but not pulling them off just yet. “Is to last. Each round will be harder that the previous one. Whoever makes it through all rounds without cumming will win.”

“And the prize?” Hunter asks.

“You’ll get to fuck me, of course.”

The boys nod in understanding and you begin.

Wrecker is the first to go, cumming in his bodysuit as he watches you writhe on the bed, fingers buried deep in your cunt. Watching you touch yourself was his second favourite thing to being buried between your legs. He bucks and shouts out as he cums but isn’t embarrassed, sitting down on the armchair and watching the game continue.

Tech is the next to go, one hand wrapped around his cock, the other massaging his balls. He shoots his release with a breathy moan, immediately apologising that it had been a while since you’d been intimate together. You reassure him it’s fine, that you’re glad you could give him pleasure.

Hunter is the third to go, much to his own annoyance, ropes of cum painting your throat as he fucked your face. With a grumble he goes off to sit with the others. You think Crosshair might go at this round too - he always loved having your pretty lips around his cock (his words, not yours) but he holds on. Echo looks like he’s struggling but since the Citadel his senses are more dulled so love-making sessions with him are usually long. He holds out.

On the final round, much to your surprise, Echo is the one to lose it, silently, cum shooting up and hitting your face as you dragged his cock between your compressed breasts. Crosshair holds, but he’s shaking by the time you stop.

You stand up, and Crosshairs pupils are blown wide, his chest heaving and a slight sheen of sweat covering his now naked chest.

“Now for my prize.” Crosshair says, dragging a finger down your jawline. “Out.” He says quietly, but firmly to the others.

After a bit of grumbling, they have the good sense to head towards the door, now re-armoured. Shuffling out, Wrecker is the only one who lingers.

“Get OUT.” Crosshair growls, poised over your body, caging you in.

“But-“ Wrecker starts to protest.

Crosshair cuts him off by tossing the nearest garment of yours at him, which happened to be your panties. Wrecker grins as he catches them, pocketing his prize and leaving.

“Those were mine!” You protest as soon as the door closes.

“It was the only way to get him out. I’ll buy you more.”

You scoff. “Like you and the boys have done in the past? I know you all steal them. And ‘replace’ them with impractical things. Maybe I should bill the republic for my functional undergarments.”

“What we buy you is practical. It covers the important bits.”

“Have you ever tried to execute a mission with a g string between your cheeks?”

“No, but maybe I should. To show you they are practical.”

You snort and Crosshair takes your break in speech to slip into your hole, burying himself all the way until his crotch is flush with yours. This causes you to squeal and your body jolt in response.

“So wet. Take me so easily.” Crosshair says being thrusts. “Get off from being a sadist?”

“Pfff.”

Crosshair takes your response and replies by changing angles, the tip of his cock dragging against the wall of your core, pressing against your g-spot.

“I…” Crosshair laughs at your inability to get out coherent words.

“I. I think you’re the sadist for not letting go.” You manage, scrunching your eyes as you feel the build up in you lower half.

“Look at me. It is my prize after all.” Crosshair demands and you catch his intense gaze as you peak, mouth falling open as you rode out your high. With one more deep thrust, Crosshair stills inside you, and you can feel his cum filling you up.

Once you’ve both caught your breath, Crosshair gets up, grabbing a toothpick and putting it in his mouth as he goes to refresher you get a towel.

When he returns, you reach your hand out for it and Crosshair goes to give it to you before pulling it out of your reach.

“I should make you go on the mission filled with my cum.”

You narrow your eyes at Crosshair. “You’ve already caused me to lose one pair of my panties. Don’t push it.”

Crosshair concedes and tosses the cloth to you and you clean yourself off before tossing it back to him to put into the laundry shoot.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you begin to pull on your gear, Crosshair getting himself ready across the room. You glance at the chrono.

“They’ll be back shortly.” You say, pulling on your socks, the rest of you dressed saved for your boots and weapons.

Crosshair was finishing dressing himself, pressing on his shoulder pauldrons and snapping on his gauntlets.

“I have an idea.” You say, eyebrows wiggling.

“Yeah?”

“Why don’t we make them think we aren’t ready. That they’ve walked in on us.”

“You know they won’t care.”

“Some of them might not. But Hunter will. You know how important this mission is. For him, at least.”

“Fine.”

You pat the mattress next to you and Crosshair sits down. Grabbing him, you yank him so he was pinned underneath you.

“They’ll never be convinced with you on top.”

“If you’re on top then your back piece will make the sheets lay awkwardly and be even more obvious.”

“I can hear them. Better make this convincing. Moan for me darling.”

You moan loudly and Crosshair raises an eyebrow at you. “I said to make it convincing.”

Scowling at him, you try again and a Crosshair smirks “Not too convincing or I’ll have to take you again right now.”

There’s a single knock on the door before it bursts open, Wrecker spilling through the door while Echos hand remains raised, ready to knock again.

“Let’s goooo!” Wrecker hollers as you shuffle your hips underneath the sheet.

“Come on guys, you know we have to leave.” Hunter says disapprovingly.

“Based on my calculations they would have been finished a few minutes ago.” Tech says, raising a finger.

“You’ve been wrong before.” Echo points out and Tech deflates a little.

“I’m surprised you lasted this long Crosshair.” Hunter says.

“Lasted longer than you.”

Sensing and argument, you throw a smirk at Hunter you whip off the covers of the bed to reveal that you were both mostly ready to go.

“Ha ha.” Wrecker chortles, shoving Hunter. “They got you!”

Shaking your head at your boys you get out of the bed and finish dressing, following them all out to your mission.

Chapter Text

“Yes Cross!” You moan, arching your ass against Crosshair as he pounded into you from behind, your head pressed deeply into your pillow.

Crosshair doesn’t respond but you are given the delightful sounds of him moaning and grunting as he somehow picks up his pace into something bordering on brutal. You know you will have bruises on your hips where his fingers dig into your skin.

One of Crosshairs hands leave your hips and snake down forwards, pinching your clit, before tweaking it and your release begins to build. Just as you’re about to reach your peak…

…the scene stops as you regain consciousness, your hand automatically clenching in frustration.

You wink open one to check the chrono - you didn’t have have to be up for another standard hour. You’re about to lift your hand off Crosshairs chest where it was tucked between your bodies to finish your self off before going back to sleep when you realise Crosshairs chest is rising and falling far more rapidly than is usual when he’s sleeping.

Opening your eyes a bit more you look up at Crosshair whose eyes are closed, his breath coming out in little puffs. You then feel the source of what caused your dream and perhaps what woke you - Crosshairs hips snapping up lightly into yours under the sheets, his hard and leaking cock trapped against your stomach.

Smirking to yourself, you decide to give Crosshair a better wake up call then the loud screeching of the alarm when it goes off at oh six hundred hours.

Making sure he’s still asleep, you shimmy down underneath the sheet so your mouth is poised over his cock, his hips searching for friction now that your skin wasn’t there for him to rut against.

Relaxing your jaw, you take him in your mouth, all the way to the base and you hear Crosshair let out a happy sigh, eyes still shut but a small smile gracing his lips. His hands remain where they are, a sign he is sill asleep since he usually likes to hold your head in them and guide you up and down his shaft.

You bob your head for a little while before pulling off and sucking the head, swirling your tongue over the slit and gathering the precum that was practically gushing from it.

Taking the base of the shaft in one hand, you run your tongue up and down, tracing the patterns of the veins, causing Crosshair to rock his hips unconsciously.

From you position you see his thighs begin to shake, his hips now thrusting at a steady pace. Doubling your efforts you take him entirely in your mouth again and this sends him over the edge, jolting awake as he sendings thick ropes of his cum down your throat.

Now with agency over his hands, they lift up the sheet and you grin up at him and for once, he looks bewildered.

“Morning!” You say brightly, releasing his surprisingly still-hard cock from your mouth.

He tugs you up to give you a kiss, tasting his release on your tongue. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” He says in a gravelly voice, clearly still waking up.

“You were having a nice dream. I wanted to help.” You say with a shrug of your shoulders, hand tracing up and down his arm.

“Mmm, a very good dream indeed.” Crosshair smirks, his voice indicating he was now fully awake. “And what about you? Did you have any good dreams?”

“I did, but it was ruined when I woke just as I was about to finish.”

“We can change that. After all, I need to return the favour to you for being such a good girl.”

Crosshair grabs you and flips you so you’re laying on your front, setting your legs on his shoulders before pulling your core to his mouth and diving between your folds, tweaking your clit between his teeth before moving lower and fucking you with his tongue.

“Cross!” You can’t help but shout as his tongue flicks upwards, dragging against your g-spot. “Wait!”

Crosshair immediately stops his ministrations. “Yes?” He looks down at you and your tilt your head to look up at him.

“In the dream..”

Realising that you didn’t really want him to stop, he sticks two fingers into you, rubbing them up and down as his mouth sucks and nips at your inner thighs.

“You can speak.” Crosshair says, the vibrations of his voice rumbling against your thigh nicely.

“In the dream you were fucking me from this position.” Your mouth tumbled out the words, brain too overloaded to speak clearly. You take a breath. “I want you to fuck me instead.”

“I can’t deny that when you’ve been such a good girl for me this morning. Maybe I should wake up like this every morning.”

Crosshair lifts your legs down, kneeling as he tugs your core to line up with his cock and pulls you back, burying himself in your tight heat in one swift movement. You jerk forward from the force.

“So wet and ready for me. Taking my cock so well like the little slut you are.”

You mumble incoherently.

“Cockdumb for me already? You’re so easy.”

You don’t have words, too busy focusing on the sensation of Crosshair dragging against your walls, the snap of his hips causing your clit to rub against his bent leg.

“Cum for me.” Crosshair commands.

“Yes Cross!” You shout, moaning loudly as you cum all over his cock, squeezing it as the waves of pleasure wash over you, causing your toes to you.

Crosshair is not far behind, burying himself in you and groaning loudly as he finds his second release for the morning.

Too blissed out to move, Crosshair gets up to clean you both off before turning you over so your head was resting on his chest. His arm was draped over you, strong hand resting on your lower back.

You nuzzle into his chest and Crosshair dips down to press a kiss to the top of your head.

The peaceful moment is interrupted by the loud blaring of the alarm and Crosshair tips his head back, groaning in frustration.

You pat your hand against his chest. “We should get up.”

Crosshair pulls you closer. “No.”

“Cross.”

Crosshair scoffs but says nothing.

“You don’t want to have the satisfaction that Hunter will know what we did as soon as we see him.”

Crosshair smirks. “When you put it that way…”

Chapter Text

There was no doubt in your mind that Hunter wasn’t not a good lover. He always tended to you and put your pleasure first, treated foreplay and aftercare as paramount to the actual act itself. But there was one thing that bothered you about your sexual encounters with the clone. Something you decided to bring up after a few months of being together.

“Hunter.” You ask casually, carding your hands through his hair, his head laid on your chest, his hand splayed out on your stomach.

“Mmmm?” He mumbles, clearly enjoying your ministrations.

“Why haven’t you ever cum inside, or even on, me?” You lay your concerns out.

Hunter doesn’t acknowledge the question, either avoiding it or too blissed out by the head massage to respond. He’d fallen asleep from you doing this multiple times.

You pause your hands and you feel a gentle nudge from Hunters head for you to continue, so you do, running your fingers through his scalp. “Is there someone else?”

This garners Hunters attention and his head whips up to look at you, surprised. “No mesh’la. Theres only you.”

“Then why wont you cum inside me without a condom? You know I have an implant and am clean so if its not me…” You trail off, letting your eyes trail to look at the wall next to you.

Hunter props himself up, laying across your body and taking your jaw in his strong hand, tilting your head so you were looking at him. You gaze into those beautiful brown eyes.

“Theres no-one else.” Hunter says firmly. “Its messy.” He adds simply, reaching up to pepper kisses along your jawline in an attempt to distract you.
It works for a little while until you realise his ploy and cross your hands over your chest. Hunter dips his head and sighs.

“Don’t you want to fill me up? Mark me as yours?”

Hunters eyes darken at your words and you think maybe he’ll finally explain it to you. You didn’t buy the messy excuse. He lived in mess with those brothers of his.

You soften your expression, leaving it open and unjudgemental. Hunter searches your eyes before dropping his head against your chest again and wrapping his hands around your torso, hugging you tightly. He lets out a weary sigh.

“You’ll laugh at me.” He mumbles.

“Hunter no, you know you can be honest with me. I wont judge.”

“You judged me when I got the skull tatoo and we weren’t even together then.”

“Yeah, well its ridiculous. Moving on.” You throw back at hunter, smirking as you go back to stroking his hair.

“I can’t.”

“Cant what?”

“I cant cum.” Hunter says, his nose tickling the space between your breasts as he presses open mouthed kisses there. He glances up at you and you look incredibly confused.

“But you…” You trail off, gesturing down your body. Hunter attempts to duck his head again and you can see he’s blushing but you don’t let him, pulling him back up so he you were gazing into eachothers eyes.

“I’ve been faking it. Anytime I get close, I, uh, go soft.”

“Hunter.” His words explain some peculiar behaviour that hadn’t escaped you. Always wearing a condom and tossing it out of site as soon as you were both ‘finished’ and he had pulled out. The way he would allow you to touch him but then go down at you, claiming he’d finished in a tissue he always managed to have handy. Bringing you to climax with his strong fingers when you’re tired but insisting you didn’t need to help him, lulling you into sleep before you could really protest how unfair that was.

Your thumb strokes the skin above his eyebrow before trailing down to caress his cheekbone. Your soft touch and tone has tears springing to his eyes as he continues, baring his deficiency.

“At first, when I was younger, the Kaminoans told me I had to be careful about my heightened sensitivity.”

“The Kaminoans gave you the sex talk?” You ask, a tad bewildered at that thought.

Hunter chuckles a little and you see some tension leave his body. “Of course not. But it was implied. Laid out the physical consequences. I was a young teen, I was scared and thought it wasn’t something I needed.”

You tug Hunters head down to kiss him before releasing his lips so he could continue. He smiles at you and you return it gladly.

“When I got older, I naturally got curious. I held off, scoffing at my brothers when they’d come back from their conquests, shrugging it off and telling them off when they ribbed me about it. They let it go, probably when Tech told them about it.”

“You went to Tech?”

“Yeah, he was essentially our medic and we had no secrets. He confirmed that what the Kaminoans had said had a high probability of being correct and there was nothing he could do for me.”

“Oh Hunter.”

“I was so determined, so after a successful mission on some planet I don’t even remember the name of I went to the gentlemans club and found a woman who was willing.” Hunter closes his eyes at the memory and you scrape the hairs on the back of his neck. He eventually opens his eyes and continues. “It was…awful. I was so excited and ready to go that she just mounted me like a bantha and rode me. I wasn’t even attracted to her. And then I felt the climax coming and then it hit me. I blacked out and when I came to the woman was still riding me, finding her release and it hurt. It hurt so much.” Hunter closes his eyes again and rests his forehead against yours. You shut your eyes in response and keep listening. “As soon as she left I raced the refresher and vomited. I managed to find my way back to the Marauder and I was out for three days with mirganes until Tech could find something to ease the pain. I never told them why. I couldn’t let them know I was broken.”
A tear slips out of the corner of Hunters eyes and you lift up to kiss it aware, unshead tears glistening in your eyes. “Im sorry that was your experience Hunter, it sounds awful.”

“So that why I.” Hunter gestures down his body, ashamed. “Why I haven’t. Because I cant.”

“Hunter, I don’t love you any less.”

“You love me?”

“Of course, my riduur.”

“Kriff.” Hunter swears, passionately kissing you and you return it with fervour, gently nibbling on his lower lip which causes Hunter to groan into your mouth. You feel his cock harden between your bodies and you know you are just as turned on as he is.

Breathing heavily, you pull apart from Hunter who is panting above you, his hot puffs of air tickling your face. “Can I help you?” You ask, glancing down to his cock.

Hunter nods and flips you both so you’re lying on his chest. You sit up, hands straddling his waist.

“Theres more to sex than the simple act of ejaculation.” You start and Hunter shakes his head.

“Cyar’ika you're starting to sound like Tech. Please don’t.”

You roll your eyes, slapping his chest playfully in response. “There are nerve endings everywhere.” You say, reaching down and lightly sucking on the pulse point on Hunters neck which causes him to moan. You release his now pink flesh. “That’s one of them.”

You travel further down his body before leaning over and taking his nipple in your mouth, tweaking it gently between your teeth and Hunters hips buck upwards, his cock slapping against your lower back, desperate for some friction. You alternate between his two nipples, sucking and biting them and the skin around them. You travel lower down his body, licking a stripe down his adonis belt until your
mouth is poised over his cock and you lick your lips.

Hunter shakes his head. “Want to be close to your.” He says, tugging on your shoulders and you wiggle up, draping yourself over his body.

“Take yourself in your hand.” You command and Hunter does, reaching between your bodies and taking his cock in hand. You wrap your hand over his and guide it up and down the shaft slowly, gathering the pre-cum that was dribbling from the tip and using it to make your joined hands glide up and down.

You keep a slow pace, Hunter mumbling sweet nothings as you kiss him lovingly and his body starts to shake. His eyes fly open.

“Hunter, relax. Focus on me, only me.” You say to him soothingly and he locks his eyes with yours, speeing up the movements ever so slightly.

Hunters head tilts back and his eyes screw shut and you know he must be close.

“Hunter, Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.” Your words of love sends Hunter over the edge and his hips jerk wildly as he finds his release, his cock spurting ropes and ropes of cum. By the time his finished his whole body is shaking and his eyes are still screwed shut.

“Hunter?” You ask softly, gauging his reaction. “Are you alright? How are you feeling?”

“That was amazing.” Hunter says breathlessly, opening his eyes and his pupils are blown wide.

“Any nausea? Light spots? Pain?”

“None.” Hunter replies, still catching his breath.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Good. Good. That’s what its meant to feel like. That’s how you make me feel.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes Hunter.” You pat his chest, sitting up and reaching over for a tissue from the box on your nightstand, wiping him clean before tossing it into the trash. You lay yourself back on Hunter, resting your head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat which was rapidly thrumming against his chest. His hands wrap around your waist.

“Let me return the favour.”

“This was about you Hunter; this is enough for me.”

“Stars, I love you.”

“I love you too Hunter, Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum” Hunter repeats.

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DO NOT OPEN

Besides your name undersigned, that was all that box sitting neatly on the Bad Batchs table in their quarters had said.

Tech had initially scanned it to check for any explosives, or other materials used for pranks, but it came up empty and he was just as stumped as the rest of them.

Wrecker picks it up and shakes it, trying to determine what was in it.

“Wrecker, put it down. It might be something fragile.” Hunter admonishes.

“Doesn’t sound fragile.” Wrecker says, setting the box back on the table.

“Maybe because you already broke whatever it was.” Crosshair says from his bunk, cleaning his rifle for the umpteenth time.

“Maybe we should call them.” Wrecker asks, clearly impatient.

Tech and Echo roll their eyes and Hunter shakes his head.

“We must listen to them. You must know it can mean disastrous consequences for us if we don’t.” Tech says, pulling his latest project to him and beginning to tinker with it.

“I think you might be over-stating it a bit.” Echo says as he climbs into his hammock, laying back and closing his eyes.

“I wanna know. I’m calling them.” Wrecker states.

“No!” everyone else yells but its too late and Wrecker comms you and you answer almost immediately. After saying hello, he transfers the call to Techs holo emitter, which he sets on the table so they can all talk to you.

“I heard you were back.” You say after greeting them, your tiny blue form standing with your hands clasped behind your back. “How did it go?”

“More successful missions.” Hunter says, cleaning his knife, one foot on the floor and the other propped up on his bunk.

“Wrecker, have you updated the board?” You ask and Wrecker shakes his head.

“He’s dying to know what’s in the box.” Echo calls from across the room.

You snort. “You’ve been back what, five minutes? And you couldn’t wait?”

“Wrecker couldn’t wait.” Crosshair says. “Don’t lump us in with that big oaf.”

“Crosshair.” You chide before smirking. “Are you not all curious?”

“Of course we’re curious.” Tech says, looking up from his project.

“Well, if you can hold out a bit longer, I can be over there shortly.”

“See you soon!” Wrecker says happily and you click off the comm, your figure disappearing. “Hey Cross, wanna arm wrestle?”

“No.”

Wrecker manages to distract himself long enough for you to arrive. As soon as the door is closed behind you, he strides up to you, giving you a big kiss, looking like a kid on life day. You wave to the others and Hunter is the only other one to come over and greet you, giving you a long kiss as he pulls your body against his. Nipping past Crosshair and ruffling his hair, much to his annoyance, you go sit next to Tech. As soon as you sit down, Tech takes your hands in his and kisses your knuckles. After giving him a quick kiss, he goes back to his project.

Pulling the box towards you, you toy with the tied ribbon. It looks like it hasn’t been opened and you nod to yourself at the boys restraint. You were sure they would have teared the box apart already.

“Do you want to know what’s inside?” You say coyly.

“Stars yes.” Wrecker says almost immediately.

“I have a hypothesis.” Tech starts, raising a finger and the rest of the squad groans.

“No-one wants to hear it Tech. Love, just open it, please?” Hunter says.

“Since you asked so nicely.” You tug at the ribbon and it falls off. Slowly you lift the slid and unfold the wrapping paper, all five clones now peering over to see what was inside. You lay your hands flat on the table, palms up, inviting the boys to look inside. You slap their hand if they go to reach in the box.

“Lingerie?” Echo says.

“Panties, to be precise.”

“They’re lingerie.” Crosshair says.

“Lingerie encompasses all undergarments and as you can clearly see, these are just the bottom half. Panties.” Tech says.

“Techs right.” You say with a shrug.

“It doesn’t matter if Techs right. We just wanna know why you bought these things.”

Crosshairs hand sneaks past, grabbing a bundle of fabric from the box before you can stop him, and he holds the piece of fabric in front of him.

“Isn’t that yours? I swear you have a pair just like it.” Echo says, inspecting the garment.

“Correct. But these aren’t mine.” The boys grumble a bit. “These are new ones, bought specifically for you seeing as you keep stealing my practical panties and replacing them with this stuff.”

“They cover everything, don’t they?” Hunter asks, curious.

You laugh. “Crosshair, that one is yours. Hold it up and turn it around. Now tell me does that cover everything?” Crosshair turns the panties around to reveal that it was a g-string, even the front only a tiny patch of fabric.

“I suppose not.” Hunter concedes.

“I each got you a pair, and you will be wearing them tonight to dinner. Maybe then you will learn that when you steal my panties, you MUST replace them with something functional.”

Crosshair scrunches his pair in his fist before returning to his bunk and resuming cleaning his rifle. You hand out each of the other pairs.

“Go change. I want to see if you suit them.”

With a bit of hesitation, the boys remove their armour slowly and then all turn away from eachother as they pull of the bottom of their body suit and replace their briefs with the garments. Once each is finished, they turn to show you.

For Hunter, you had bought him a pair of black high-rise panties, the leg holes cutting high across his public bone and the thin waistband resting just below his waist. There was enough fabric to cover his manhood, but only just. One wrong move and he would be giving you a show.

For Tech, you had got him a pair of lace panties which seemed relatively normal until he shifted his legs a little and you smile to yourself as the crotchless nature of them reveals itself.

“I understand that while these are efficient for intercourse, they are perhaps not practical for the everyday.” Tech says as he shifts about, looking at the fabric.

“Is that a hypothesis?” You say to Tech, walking over to him and playing with the side band, flicking it against his skin.

“I can perhaps think of a method to test my hypothesis.” Tech replies, gazing down at you.

“Not this again.” Wrecker groans.

For Wrecker, you had chosen something a bit more fun, seeing as that it mostly what he got you in return. This pair was also a g-string and had the print of a mudhorn on the front with a pocket for his cock that made the horn. He turns, admiring himself before holding his arms up and flexing for you.

“I like these!” Wrecker says enthusiastically and you chuckle.

“You like them now. Give it a few hours into a mission and it’s another story.” You say, stroking the horn once before walking over to Echo, who had his arms wrapped around his waist.

You pull them open, and you allow them to close up against around you. From the front, Echos pair looked quite comfortable – still lace, but a boyshort cut that cut across the tops of his thighs. Your hands snake down his back to wear the detail was – a little cut out heart on each of his ass cheeks.

“Beautiful.” You say to him before pulling away and standing in front of Crosshair, your arms crossed and scowling at him. He ignores you, but hes still fully dressed in his armour.

“Crosshair.”

Crosshair looks up at you, defiant. “No.” He says briskly.

“Crosshair.” You say again, a bit more warningly. “Remember what you said? That you’d ‘show me’ that it is practical to have a string riding up the crack of your ass?”

“I never said that.”

“Liar.”

“They are correct Crosshair. Not being able to look at them in the eye is your first indicator of a lie.” Tech points out.

“Fine.” Crosshair says, grumbling as he gets up and de-armours himself and you watch him pull on the panties, his cock visible through the front of the fabric. You make a twirling motion with your finger and he turns for you and you tilt your head, sighing happily at the sight of his bare cheeks. You flick the string and he whips back around, stepping into your space and looming over you.

“Practical.” He murmurs.

You snort and Crosshair pulls away, hand reaching for his briefs and body glove. “Uh-uh.” You say, wiggling a finger. “You wear them to dinner. Or no dessert.” You wink at Crosshair and he narrows his eyes at you, challenging you.

“Come on Cross, I’m hungry. Get over yourself and get dressed.” Wrecker calls as he pulls on his bodyglove and the others do the same, putting their armour back on as well.

You stare Crosshair down as he gets redressed and once the others are ready you gesture for them to head out. Just as Echo is heading out the door you pull Crosshair flush against you and his hands automatically close around your waist.

“Brat.” You say, leaning up to kiss him. He deepens it until Wrecker, who had re-entered the room after you hadn’t left, tosses something at him and Crosshair dodges it, glaring at Wrecker. You grab Crosshairs hand and pull him out of the room.

Dinner is pleasant, falling into easy conversation with your boys. The other clones actually leave them alone this time’ but they’d never know you were the reason for that.

So it was surprisingly when a reg sits down at the end of the table and everyone looks over.

“Commander Cody, its good to see you.” Hunter says, acknowledging him. He and Rex were the only regs they got along with.

“A few more successful missions I hear, and only one near-death experience.”

“What?” Your head whips up to Cody and your eyes flicker over to the rest of the batch, none of them looking at you.

“They didn’t tell you about that I take it?”

“No.” You grumble, stabbing your dinner with more force than necessary.

“Guess it doesn’t matter now does it? Anyway we have another mission for you. Delta squad would usually handle this sort, but they’re in deep cover right now taking on the Trandoshans.”

“What’s the mission?”

Commander Cody explains the mission, an infiltration and destruction of a Separatist base.

“Sounds easy enough.”

“When do they leave?” You ask.

“You all leave straight after this. Urgent, all the way from Coruscant.”

“Me? I don’t go on missions that often.”

“We need your slicing skills. Techs good, but you’re the best.”

You snort. “Don’t let Fixer hear you say that.”

Commander Cody smiles easily. “Your ship is ready, supplies have already been stocked. Better get going.”

“No time to go back to the barracks Commander?” Echo asks.

“Nope.”

Crosshair leans over to whisper in your ear. “I guess I’ll get to show you after all.”

You roll your eyes. Standing up from the table and the others follow, waving goodbye to Cody as you head to the hanger.

The mission isn’t a disaster, but it doesn’t go as well as planned. The intel had been spotty at best and had underestimated the amount of droids you were up against. The Bad Batch never failed a mission though, so they completed it, it just took longer than they thought. Which meant the boys complained to no end as their panties rode up, chafed, and got stuck in places they weren’t sure they could pull them out of. They did not stop complaining the whole time.

The group was currently hiking back when the sun begins to get low along the horizon.

“We should find a suitable shelter before night falls. The nocturnal creatures on this planet are carnivorous and will not hesitate to eat us.” Tech says, leading the way.

“Great. We’ll get eaten and the Republic will be pulling lace out of the creatures’ mouths and wonder what was wrong with us.” Echo says, arms crossed over his chest.

“Why didn’t you mention this before?” Wrecker asks.

“It was not relevant before. We made it to the base in daylight and were still inside the fortified walls when night last fell.”

“At least make yourself useful now and find us a place to shelter.” Crosshair says from the back of the group.

“I believe Hunter will be able to assist with that.” Tech replies and Hunter looks around, taking over leading the group until theres a cave opening. He ushers you all inside before ordering Wrecker to place a large boulder over the entrance to hide the squad.

Stepping in the cave, its tall enough for the boys to all stand at full height, and wide enough for you all to lay down together.

“Right.” You say, pulling off your pack. “Time for rations.” You take out the box that held the rations, tossing them to each of the boys before munching on your own.

“We perhaps have learnt our lesson.” Tech says once he has finished eating, drinking from a water pack you had also given him.

“Yeah, these things are uncomfortable.” Wrecker says, pulling at the lower half of his bodysuit.

“I promise to never replace your normal underthings with these ever again.” Echo says.

“Good.” You reply, nodding your head.

The boys settle in their bed rolls, pulling them together so you can stay close for warmth. Echo and Hunter remove their armour since they would be the two closest to you but Wrecker and Crosshair leaves theirs on, as does Tech who announces he will take first watch.

You toss and turn, Hunter attempting to hold you still while Echo mumbles in your ear.

“Mesh’la, stay still.”

You try and fail, so you get up and sit next to Tech, leaning against the cool rock behind you. You quickly grow bored, so you rest your hand on Techs thigh and massage the muscle there.

“I know what you are doing.” Tech says, not looking up from his datapad, realising as you peer over his shoulder that he was writing the mission report.

“I don’t know what you mean Tech?” You play dumb.

“I know you are restless and wish to distract me, however, I must get this report done before Wrecker takes over the next watch.”

You scoff. “It’s not like you’re going to sleep anyway.”

“That is a correct statement.” Tech concedes.

“Then let me distract you.” You say before leaning over to whisper in Techs ear. “Let me show you how functional those panties can be.”

Tech saves his report and turns off the datapad before setting it on the ground beside him, looking at you and adjusting his goggles. You pull him in for a quick kiss which he reciprocates before stealing your pillow that Echo was cuddling in place of you and setting it on the ground and kneeling in front of Tech. Tech rests his hands behind his head as you quickly remove his codpiece, stroking his soft cock through his bodysuit and it twitches in response. You tap Techs thighs and he raises them off the rock, enough for you to slide the bottom half of his bodysuit down to his thighs, his cock now completely hard from anticipation, poking out of the slit of the fabric.

“See? Practical.” You say before bending over and taking him in your mouth, Tech bucking at the contact as you suckle on the head, licking his slit and the precum gather there before running your mouth down the shaft, your tongue tracing the veins protruding on the underside. Techs breathing gets heavy but he doesn’t make any noise.

“Good boy.” You mumble, your mouth still around his cock and the vibrations make it twitch, arching against your tongue. You keep up your ministrations until Tech tugs at your shoulder in warning before cumming in your mouth. You pull off him, showing your mouth full of his seed before closing your mouth, swallowing and opening it again.

“Don’t tease me darling.”

“I know you’d return the favour.”

“I can.”

“Not here.”

“That is not a fair arrangement.” Tech states, pouting.

“You’ll owe me one.”

“Gladly.” Tech replies.

“Are you two done?” Crosshair says clearly, his back turned away from you. Despite being quiet the commotion must have woken him up. Crosshair was always a light sleeper anyway. “I think I deserve a reward for wearing these maker-awful panties this entire mission.”

“Only if you concede they are not comfortable.” You say to the back of Crosshairs head. You hear him huff.

“I’ll gladly admit it.” Hunter says, rolling onto his stomach to look up at you.

“As will I.” Tech says from in front of you, tugging you up and off your knees. Echo and Wrecker join in, also admitting they were wrong. Crosshair holds out.

“Maybe you boys – except Crosshair – deserve a reward.”

“Yes please!” Wrecker says enthusiastically.

Tech re-clips his armour and goes back to writing his report while Wrecker removes his armour and you slide back into the bedroll with the others. Echo and Hunter press in from either side of you and you can feel their hard cocks pressing up against your body. You wiggle to give them a bit of friction and they groan in pleasure.

You tug off your clothes quickly, and the boys do the same save for their underwear, Hunter rutting against your arse cheeks while Echos cock drags against your stomach, leaving a trail of precum against your bare skin. Wrecker moans at being left out so you lift your upper body and Wrecker sits cross legged and you mouth the cloth of the mudhorn, kissing the tip before stroking him through the fabric, tight against his impressive length and girth. You pull the pants to the side and take him in your mouth. You gasp as Echo slides into you with no warning, his girth filling you nicely, no resistance, already aroused from sucking off Tech.

Hunter, clearly disappointed with the lack of attention he was receiving gets up and sits next to Wrecker, Echo taking the opportunity to pull you completely across his chest, using Wreckers calves as a pillow as he thrusts up steadily into you. You feel the lace from his panties rub against your thighs as you reach over to take Hunter into your hand, pulling his cock out from his panties, the strap sitting taught against his hop bone. You jerk him off in time with Echos movements.

You hear a rustle behind you and Crosshair comes up behind you, leaning over you, his mouth close to your ear.

“This fabric kriffing uncomfortable.”

“Do you – ah – concede?” You get out between thrusts, removing your mouth from Wrecker to speak, who guides his cock back to your mouth quickly.

“Yes.” He spits.

“That wasn’t so hard.” You mumble around Wreckers cock.

“Now I’ll take my reward.” Crosshair says, his weight disappearing from his back and you hear him rustle in his pack before coming back and sitting behind you.

You pull off Wreckers cock again to look behind you and Crosshair has a bottle of lube in his hands, warming it up on his fingers. “You consider a bottle of lube essential but not a spare pair of briefs?” You say incredulously, a point you would argue more if you weren’t so blissed out right now.

“Obviously.” Crosshair drawls, a finger circling your other hole, kneading your ass cheek and hip and you relax as he presses it forward. Its an unusual feeling but you focus on all the men around you, Crosshair working you open. His fingers pull out and you hiss from the loss of being full before you feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against your hole.

“Ready?” Crosshair asks and the others are silent, and you mumble in agreement and Crosshair pushes forward and you groan loudly around Wreckers cock which sends him over the edge, hips jerking in your hand and against your tongue. As you did with Tech, you swallow everything he gave you and Wrecker shuffles away, Hunter taking his place.

Crosshair, who had given you time to adjust, starts moving slowly and Echo increase pace and the feeling of fullness is delightful and suddenly your orgasm creeps up on you and you cum with a shout, body convulsing around both Echo and Crosshair, which causes Echo to bury himself inside you as he cums, Crosshair close behind. Hunter also joins in with his release, cumming down your throat. You feel them all leave you and you flop forward, completely spent and unable to move. You vaguely register another groan from Tech who must have found a second release.

You hear the release of a water pouch being opened and a cold wet rag is wiped over your body before you’re tugged against a warm body – Wrecker, you register.

“You fucked them so hard they’re speechless.” Hunter says to Crosshair and you don’t need to see him to know he has a smug grin on his face.

“My...pack.” You mumble, fighting sleep.

You see Techs legs in front of you move and then the sound of your pack being rifled with. Tech must find what you were referring to, clean briefs being tossed to each of the boys.

“You had these all along?” Crosshair says but your too far gone, drifting off to sleep with a smug smile on your face, completely spent.

Chapter Text

Just a little bit further you tell yourself, sprinting down the facility hallway towards your egress that would take you to the roof.

The sound of a blaster firing has you ducking behind any cover you can find. A bolt scrapes past your upper thigh, causing you to falter. Pushing through the pain you keep moving, slipping underneath the blast door as it shuts, the security protocols now in place.

With a cheeky wave at your pursuers through the view hole, you slow down, slapping a bacta patch over the wound and exiting out the back door, slicing through the controls just as Tech had taught you.

The ladder is off to the side, and you place you hands on the rungs and push yourself upwards. Just as you make it to the roof more blaster fire follows you and you fling yourself over the top, rolling against the ground, out of sight from the lip of the building. Keeping low, you move towards the edge, backing up just as the first troopers make their way up onto the roof behind you. Sprinting, you fling yourself across the gap and tuck and roll as you land, springing up back to standing, grinning as you look behind you.

Not looking ahead, you collide with a mass of hard grey plastoid armor.

“Thought you could get away, didn’t you?” The cold voice says and you look up at the familiar green visor.

“Crosshair.” You reply just as coldly.

“Cute of you to think you could outrun me. Looks like the Rebellion failed this time.” He replies, placing a set of cuffs on your wrists.

“Did they?” You can’t help but smirk, the sound of Wreckers laughter filtering up to your position.

Crosshair turns his head, whipping his gun into position and racing to the edge, but there’s too much cover and he can’t get a clean shot as his old squad makes off with another Imperial shipment.
While Crosshair is distracted, you look for another escape but before you can make a break for it you feel a blaster dig itself into your middle back.

“You’re not going anywhere.” Comes another cool voice and you turn your head to see clones armor, painted over in grey. Looking at the visor over the helmet and the shoulder antenna and you realise who this is.

“Cody.”

“Commander Cody to you, scum.” He replies.

“Cody, you have to listen to me. Rex sent me-“ Anything further you might say is cut off by Crosshairs gloved hand clamping itself over your mouth, the rest of your words mumbled and indistinguishable.

Cody’s held tilts ever so slightly in surprise.

You struggle against Crosshair but he grabs his blaster, his rifle now back in its place in his pack and shoves it against your side. You hear it fire and then everything turns to black.

When you come to, you immediately shiver from the cold. Rubbing your wrists now that your cuffs had been removed, you stand up and take in your surroundings – the cool metal of the walls, an uncomfortable looking cot and the red flicker of the ray shield. You were in Imperial custody then.

“Theyre awake.” Comes the gruff voice from outside the cell and a few moments later both Crosshair and Commander Cody are standing outside your cell. Both have their helmets off – Crosshair is looking at you indifferently and Cody is impassive. At least they weren’t angry.

“You cost the Empire a great deal in stolen supplies today.” Cody says.

“Fuck the Empire.” You reply, spitting on the ground.

“That’s no way to treat your hosts. Don’t forget I could have you killed at any moment.” Crosshair says coolly.

“Then why haven’t you?”

“You’re working with rebels. You might have some purpose to us after all.”

“I won’t tell you anything!” You yell.

Crosshair doesn’t respond, turning and walking away. Cody pauses for a moment and you realise the opportunity.

“Cody, listen to me! Rex sent me. This isn’t you!” You scream in pain as the cell electrifies itself and you crumble to the ground, writhing as your body spasms, your mouth clamping shut as you lose control of your muscles. With one last look at you, Cody leaves.

Crosshair comes back a few hours later, dropping the ray shield and walking over to you, cuffing your hands back together in front of you before roughly pushing out of the cell, gripping your arm tightly as he hauls you through the facility, stopping outside a non-descript door. As Crosshair opens it, you see Cody coming from the other direction.

“Cody!” You yell, and his head looks up at you, but Crosshair yanks you into the room which you realise now is an interrogation room. He easily lifts you against the cold metal slab, restraining your legs and arms. Crosshair stands in front of you and removes his helmet.

“Tell me where they are. I don’t want to ruin that pretty face of yours.” Crosshair sneers, dragging a gloved finger along your jaw before pushing the digit between your lips. You bite down hard and he swiftly pulls his finger out with a hiss and glares at you.

“Don’t want to play nice?”

You raise your head up in defiance, not meeting Crosshairs gaze and he roughly grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. Your eyes flicker to his lips and then back to his hungry eyes. He presses a button on his vambrace before leaning forwards, closing the gap between you and kissing you hungrily, forcing his tongue in your mouth. He finally pulls away and you’re both panting.

“Recording is off?” You ask lightly.

“Of course.” Crosshair replies, untying your restraints and holding you while the blood rushes back to your extremities, electing not to go to your toes and fingers and instead pooling at your core.

“You need to stop getting caught.” He says in a low voice.

“How else will I get to see you?” You reply, crossing your hands over your chest. “Its not like you’ll defect and re-join your brothers. And me.”

“I have purpose here. The Empire has strength. Your little Rebellion will be snuffed out before it even begins and then what? If you survive you think the Empire will let it go? You’ll be assigned to the spice mines at Kessel and be dead within a few hundred rotations.” Crosshair replies angrily. “Tell me where they are and I can guarantee your safety.”

“No.” You say firmly.

Crosshair growls at you. “I can’t always protect you.”

“I don’t need your protection.”

“And what do you need?”

“I need to speak with Cody.”

“Why?”

“Im not going to tell you that. Get me Cody and I might give you want you want.”

“The Rebel base location?” Crosshair replies smugly.

You let out a hollow laugh. “No Crosshair, we both know what you want.” You reply, tracing your finger down his chest before your hand slips underneath his codpiece and you grope his member. You feel him jerk at the touch, but he remains otherwise composed as he lifts you up by your legs and sets you on the table behind you, positioned between your legs.

“Maybe we should let him join in.” Crosshair says against your ear.

“We both know you don’t like to share.”

“We both know you don’t have any problems with it. Probably keep my brothers cocks warm when you’re not getting captured.” Crosshair says, grinding his crotch against yours.

“Get me Cody.” You say firmly.

“Fine.” Crosshair says with a huff, re-cuffing you before leaving, locking the door behind him. You try to regain your composure as you waited; Crosshair always drove you wild and today was no exception.

Crosshair returns shortly, Cody in tow. “They won’t speak with anyone but you.” Crosshair says with a dismissive tilt of his head, settling himself against a corner, leaning against the wall while he observes.

“What do you want to tell me?” Cody says, leering over you with his hands gripping the edge of the table.

“Cody, Rex is alive. He sent me to tell you that it’s not you, it’s the chip!”

“Enough!” Crosshair yells, storming over to you and slapping you across the face, Cody wincing. Interrogation was obviously not something he was used to.

“Is that all? I had my chip removed a long time ago.” Cody replies, pulling off his helmet and showing you the scar along his temple.

“Then you are lost.” You reply, head tilting forward in resignation.

“We’re soldiers. We serve and protect.”

“Is that how you see it Cody? What would Kenobi say if he saw you know.”

“Kenobi is dead. I killed him.” Cody says coldly.

You scoff. “We both know it wasn’t you who killed him. Besides, don’t you see what the Empire are doing? Pilfering worlds and destroying anyone or anything that defies them?”

Crosshair looks ready to slap you again but Codys arm snatches Crosshairs wrist before he can do anything.

“The Empire is creating a safe and prosperous galaxy.”

You let out a sigh. He was lost.

“Such insubordination Commander, spitting lies. I believe we should punish them.” Crosshair says, hand wrapping around your throat but not tight enough to cause discomfort. Cody looks surprised.

“Perhaps we should make use of our pet before they are discarded.” Crosshairs eyes which were trained on yours flickers up to Cody who shuffles uncomfortably.

“Crosshair, this is highly unorthodox.”

“Don’t worry, they like it.” He says, staring at you again. “Don’t you pet?”

You nod your head, catching Codys eyes. “Yes sirs.”

Cody lets out a strangled groan at your words, eyes trained on you as Crosshair shoves you off the table, pushing you down to your knees in front of him. He swiftly unclips his codpiece and releases his cock, already hard.

“Suck.” Crosshair commands and you lean forward, taking him in your mouth, swirling your tongue against his slit before licking a long fat stripe from base to tip, unable to stop your gag reflex as he hits the back of your throat. Crosshair tangles his hands in your hair, using the purchase to fuck himself in your mouth. Out of the corner of your watery eyes, you see Cody palm himself through his bodysuit.

Crosshairs eyes follow yours and he pulls you off his cock and you wipe your mouth on the back of your hand. “Perhaps you should please your other commander.”

“Of course Commander.”

Cody looks a little unsure of what to do which Crosshair picks up on, so he hauls you to your feet. “On the table, on your knees.” Crosshair says, unclipping your cuffs and once you are knelling face forward on the table, he quickly removes you pants and underclothes and re-cuffs your hands together against you back, your bottom half on display for him where he is standing behind you.

The table is the right width for Crosshair to position himself behind you while he gestures to Cody to stand at your head and once you have taken Codys leaking cock into your mouth, Crosshair thrusts inside you in one swift movement before fucking you relentlessly from behind, fingers digging into your hips.

Cody was not as brutal, allowing you to set the pace while his hands supported your neck much more tenderly than you would have expected. You pull off him to speak and his head whips down in response. “You can use me sir. Fuck my face.”

Cody grunts as you take him back into your mouth. “So pretty taking my cock. But I’m not as harsh as Crosshair.”

Crosshair responds by slapping your ass cheek, the sound reverberating through the room and you moan at the contact, causing Cody to falter as he feels the sounds against his member.

You start to moan as the pressure starts to quickly build from Crosshairs relentless pace until you scream, clenching around his cock as you rode out your orgasm, your sounds causing Cody to fall over the edge, spurting thick ropes of cum into your mouth which you swallow.

Cody pulls out and brushes a stray hair away from your face before trailing a finger along your jaw gently.

“Don’t be nice.” Crosshair spits, still fucking you, hand moving to circle your throat and then suddenly hes pulling out of you and with one more stroke he cums across your back, painting you with his release.

Crosshair tucks himself away and clips on his codpiece again. “Escort them back to their cell. They’re of no use to us anymore.”

Crosshair leaves and Cody unclips your hands and cleans you up with a rag he had plucked out from underneath his armor, wiping you clean and helping you get re-dressed. He puts on his helmet, re-cuffs you and begins to escort you back to your cell, not saying a word.

Once you arrive you turn around to look at him and see hes removed his helmet once more. “Rex misses you.” You say sincerely.

“I’m not a deserter.”

“You must know deep down that what the Empire is doing is wrong. Don’t be complicate. Not like you were with the Jedi.”

Cody winces and steps back, re-engaging the ray shield and you sit on the floor, back leaning against the cold wall behind you.

“Goodbye.”

“For now.” You say as Cody leaves.

Chapter Text

As a medic, you were used to blood and severe injuries. Having been assigned exclusively to the Bad Batch for the last two hundred or so cycles, you had patched them up more times than you can count, even being there when Wrecker got his injury. Surveying the med centre, this was something else entirely.

While you did work with the Batch, when your orders had last come through from Cody you had been split up, the Bad Batch off to Kaller and you were deposited on some planet whose name you couldn’t pronounce, helping the clone battalions here since most of their medics had died in coordinated attacks. After the brief goodbye you had with the others, Crosshair lingering to give you long kiss and caressing your jaw before he departed with the rest of his brothers.

With no other choice you got to work.

When you return to Kamino, you are bone-tired and immediately flop in your quarters and sleep for days. And while you were out of it, that’s when everything changed.

A chime from your datapad wakes you and still feeling groggy, you sit up and feel around for it in your locker on the floor next to you. Procuring it, you look at the notification to see a general assembly called and checking the chrono you realise you only have a few minutes to pull yourself together to get there on time.

Making it just on time, the perturbed feeling that you had at the assembly being called only grows deeper as you listen to the message from the emperor, his words bringing nothing but dread to your core. As the clones cheer, you scan the crowd and spot the Bad Batch ahead of you, but none of them turn and you cant seem to catch their attention. You end up smiling that they all returned from their last mission unscathed, and Crosshair was finally back on the same planet as you.

You don’t manage to see them after everyone is dismissed, your superior officer pulling your team into a meeting, essentially telling you all the future was unknown at this point and Kamino had gone into caretaker mode while new assignments were created and handed out. You were going to be on planet for a while then.

When you are finally released, you check your comm to see that you had a message. Surprisingly, its from Echo, rather than Crosshair, inviting you to dinner in the mess with them. Frowning slightly, you make your way there.

When you arrive, the whole place is in chaos, the Bad Batch in the middle of it all, the Kaminoans and some officer up in the tunnel watching it all from above. When Echo is knocked out, the fight gets broken up and you rush to his side, checking him over.

The batch greet you warmly, except for Crosshair who doesn’t say anything, just watching it all with mild annoyance on his face. With Hunter and Wreckers help, they get Echo to the medbay.

“Hes gonna die.” Wrecker says jokingly and you roll your eyes.

“He’ll be fine. He just has a concussion.”

“Crosshair, I bet you two credits he lives.” Its Crosshairs turn to roll his eyes at Wrecker.

“Get out.” You say to them, gently pushing them towards the door. “He won’t be awake anytime soon.”

“Are you going to stay with him?” Hunter asks and you shake your head.

“I have other patients to deal with. You know, the ones you lot just put in here. Can’t you just play nice for more than a few minutes.”

“They started it!” Wrecker exclaims as Hunter pulls him out of the medbay. Crosshair holds back, but he cant do or say anything here. It wasn’t safe. He finally pulls away and follows his brothers and you watch him go.

Your other work keeps you busy and you don’t end up see the bad batch again until several hours later when there’s a knock on the door to your quarters. Looking up from the reports you were writing, you open the door via your datapad to see Crosshair standing in the doorway. After making sure the hallway is clear and no-one can see him, he enters and you race over to him, throwing your arms around his middle and as he pulls away and leans down to kiss you, he suddenly jerks back, hand flying to his right-side temple.

“Crosshair, are you alright?” You say, looking up at him with concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He says, rubbing his forehead and then dropping his hand back to his side and you grab it and hold it in yours. “Tarkin has given us a mission. Just us.” Crosshair says as you open your mouth to ask whether you would be joining them. “I have to go.”

Reaching up, you drape your hand around Crosshairs neck and bring him to your level, kissing him briefly before letting go.

“I have to go.” He repeats and turns and as he leaves you see him rubbing his temple again. You hoped it was nothing serious, and you wouldn’t be able to check him out until he got back.

The next few days pass for you without incident. And then the notification comes through on your datapad that Clone Force 99 will be returning to base and will be arrested for treason. Treason? That shocked you. They’d never done anything but good for the Republic. You needed to speak with them about it, but a second notification comes through saying that they had returned and had been apprehended and held in the brig.

You try to see them but the clones guarding them deny you access, and you have no choice but to head back to your room, busying yourself with finishing reports but very distracted, fretting over the outcome for the squad you had grown attached to, and the sniper you were sure you were in love with.

It’s a surprise when your door opens and the Bad Batch, minus Crosshair with the addition of Omega who you had met prior to shipping out with the boys, are standing there in nothing but their undersuits.

Your frown deepens. “What happened?”

“The Empire happened. We were sent to Onderon to take out some insurgents, but when we got there, they were civilians. We couldn’t do that. So we got branded as traitors.” Hunter explains.

“Where’s Crosshair?”

“That’s why we’re here. We thought you might know where he is. We need to get out of here.”

“I haven’t heard anything. Is he alright?”

“He’s been acting strange ever since Kaller.” Hunter replies.

“It’s the inhibitor chip.” Omega pipes up from beside Hunter.

“Inhibitor chip?” You question.

“You didn’t know?”

“I knew they had behaviour modifications, but I didn’t know it was due to a chip, or that it could be re-programmed.”

“With your knowledge do you know if they could enhance such a thing?” Tech asks, adjusting his goggles.

You think about that for a moment. “Maybe.”

“Can you get him and meet us in the hanger? We can deal with his chip later.” Hunter says, turning to leave.

“What if I don’t find him?”

“Then come to the hanger anyway and we will find him together. I promised him I would keep you safe if anything happened to him.”

Hunters comment takes you aback. You knew Crosshair cared about you, maybe even loved even if neither of you put it into words, but to see that he talked about your future with his brothers warmed your heart, and then made it drop when you realised that he was in great danger.

“I’ll find him. We won’t have long.” You reply, picking up your datapad which had just chimed with a new notification. “They know you’ve escaped.”

“You know us, we always get the job done.” Hunter smirks and leaves.

After giving them time to get out of sight, you head out towards the medbay, finding it disappointingly empty when you arrive. AZ3 buzzes past.

“AZ!” You yell and the droid turns arounds, yellow eyes blinking. “Have you seen Crosshair?”

“CT-9904 was discharged after his treatment. He is no longer here.”

“Treatment? What treatment?”

“I am not at liberty to say.” Az replies before flitting away.

Swearing to yourself, you activate your comm. “Hunter, I think they got to him. He’s not here in medbay.”

“Come to the hanger, we can find him together.”

“Copy that.”

Calmly and to not arouse suspicion, you make your way to the hanger. As you turn down the corridor, you have to duck behind a wall when you see movement at the opposite end. Peeking around the corner, you see a squad of coruscant guards coming down the other end and.

No.

Oh no.

Crosshair.

Your heart leaps in your chest, pounding away as the blood rushes in your ears, your hands sweating as you take in his new appearance, grey armour with no hints of his personality. His head turns in your direction, and you duck behind the support before he can catch you. Backing up, you sprint back to your room, getting Hunter on the comm.

“Hunter, its too late. You need to go without me. I need to stay here. For Crosshair. I’ll get through to him.” You reply but Hunter doesn’t acknowledge, and you’re not sure if it’s because he hasn’t heard it or if things had already gotten worse.

The comm crackles and you hear Hunter talking with Crosshair and your heart breaks when Crosshair says they should have killed the Jedi. Then the sound of blaster fire filters through and after a few seconds you finally hear Hunter say your name. “Copy, we’ll come back for you.”

“Don’t. Ill come to you when I’ve got Crosshair back.”

“Good luck.”

“Stay safe.”

You disconnect the call and make it back to your quarters, locking the door behind you and press your back against it, trying to calm yourself. Everything had gone wrong.

Only a few hours have passed when you hear another knock on your door. Getting up from your cot, you tentatively open it.

“Crosshair.” You say when the door slides open to reveal him standing there, helmet in his right hand.

He pushes past you into the room and the door slides shut behind you. Turning, you cross your hands over your chest. “Crosshair?” You say tentatively.

Crosshair takes a few steps towards you but doesn’t say anything, his jaw clenched. You close the distance, tentatively reaching out and stroking the hard line of his face and he relaxes a little. He then tenses again, tossing his helmet to the floor and picking you up, your legs wrapping around his lower body reflexively. You lean up to kiss him and as your lips meet his he winces as if in pain.

“Crosshair, what’s wrong?”

He doesn’t answer, pushing you up against the wall and attacking your neck, biting and sucking there while his hands work on getting your pants off, pulling them down to your feet, getting stuck on your boots. He quickly releases his member too, hard and leaking and you savour the sight of him again. You got to touch him, but he growls and you pause.

Slotting himself between your legs, he lines up his cock with you entrance and pushes forward into you. While you were turned on you weren’t quite wet enough and it stings a little. He doesn’t wait for you, settling into a frantic pace and your body adjusts naturally, the pain subsiding into pleasure as he drags against your walls.

“Crosshair.” You breath out against the side of his head, hands tangling in his hair to find purchase.

He groans against you neck and you’re both close. Just as you reach your climax, Crosshair finally looks at you as he cums, hips stuttering as he rides his release before stilling. Your eyes search his and while his pupils were blown, they were otherwise empty.

Crosshair was unable to meet your concerned gaze and he closes his eyes, resting his forehead against yours, a sharp pain lancing through his skull as he did it. Taking a breath, his demeanour slides back into his place, pulling out of you and tucking himself away, grabbing his helmet and leaving without another word.

Once he leaves, you can’t help but burst into tears as his mess dripped down your thighs. Your Crosshair was gone.

The next few months for Crosshair are absolute torture. Not only is he in constant war with himself mentally, the old version of him fighting against the chip and failing, he has to watch you shrink into yourself and withdraw with each passing day.

He didn’t know why you were still on Kamino; he knew you could get a post elsewhere and knew that his presence only made you sadder, catching your lingering gaze, your expression miserable, often tears pricking at your eyes which he watched you quickly wipe away and then promptly remove yourself from whatever room he was in.

Interactions with you had become brief since the Batch escaped and then had stopped altogether. He would sometimes catch you alone in a hallway, or in the medbay and every time you would look up at him with hope his head would pound, unable to fight through the conditioning that kept him locked up in his own mind.

He had only broken through it once, when you were patching him up after a mission and it was just the two of you and he’d winced as he fought, leaning forward to kiss you when he got some clarity, but you had looked away and busied yourself with his chart and the moment was gone, the fog settling back into place.

He hated it. Hated how he felt and what he’d done but he couldn’t control it, Omegas words telling him its not his fault replaying in his mind. Seeing how he had made you a husk of your former self broke him, but there was nothing he could do. Good soldiers followed orders.

Crosshair was watching you carefully in the mess one evening, not that you noticed, eyes trained on your food as you seemingly went through the motions of eating, not registering what you were actually doing when a reg stands in front of him, obscuring his view.

He looks up at the clone, scowling. “What.”

“Admiral Rampart has requested your presence immediately sir.”

Sighing, Crosshair ditches the last of his meal and heads to the Admirals office.

“Ah Commander, thank-you for seeing my so promptly.”

Crosshair says nothing.

“I wish to speak with you about your squadron.”

“Is there a problem?” Crosshair drawls.

“Yes, it appears that you have the highest death rate among all the commanders. More clones are dying under your leadership and it makes us question your authority.”

“Death is expected in battle. You said yourself clones are expendable.”

“Yes, and if that were the case we wouldn’t be speaking right now. My issue Commander is that a lot of your men are dying here, on Kamino, supposedly from the wounds they sustained.”

Rampart tosses Crosshair the report on the dead clones, each report saying they died of complications no matter what the injury or how life threatening it was. Some were infection that spread, some were allergies, and some were not worth healing and the clone marked for decommissioning. Under all of them your messy signature was undersigned.

“Make sure you see to this problem and deal with it, otherwise you will be demoted. Or worse. And we wouldn’t want that, would we commander?” Rampart says with a wave of his hand, dismissing Crosshair.

Crosshair knows that if he didn’t deal with this his name might join the list of the dead.

Crosshair goes back to the mess to see if you’re there, but by the time he arrives you’re gone. He grabs one of the other regs who was leaving roughly by the arm and asks them if they’ve seen you and they just shake their head, terrified. Crosshair releases him with a glare and heads to the medbay.

The door to your office in the medbay slides open to your surprise since you didn’t have any appointments or follows ups scheduled for the rest of the evening, taking the opportunity to catch up on paperwork.

Crosshair says your name in a firm tone, and you finally look up at him with a mixture of sadness and anger. “What?” You spit.

Crosshair is taken aback since this is the most animated he had seen you, even though it was with anger and directed at him. The cool façade slides back into his place as he ignores the screaming in the back of his head and the pounding in his skull.

“I have the most causalities in my squadron, and you are the reason. I need to know why.” Crosshair spits out through gritted teeth. He can’t be a failure in the eyes of the Empire.

“Fuck off Crosshair, you probably think you’re better off without so many regs.” You say hotly, months of frustration, anger and sadness spilling over now you were alone with him.

“It’s a reflection on me, and I cannot be anything less than perfect.”

“Or what, you’ll get decommissioned? Maybe we’d all be better off!” You yell, your words not registering you until Crosshair doesn’t reply, absolutely seething quietly across from you.

“You’d be better off if I died, wouldn’t you? I can’t fathom why you are still here, except for me. With me gone you might finally be free.” Crosshair replies.

“I don’t want you dead Crosshair.” You reply, deflating, pulling your arms around your body, physically holding yourself together.

“Then what do you want?” Crosshair challenges.

“I want you back! Do you know why I have so many ‘deaths’? Because I’m freeing your brothers and helping them get off world. To start a new life Crosshair.” You’re close to breaking, voice wavering as you continue. “I thought maybe, maybe, I could convince you this is all the chip, and I could remove it and we could escape together.”

Crosshairs pounding headache gets so bad he falters, collapsing to the ground and you race over to him. Crosshair looks up at you once more before he has to screw his eyes shut, his fist pounding against his skull, a useless attempt to stop the pain. “Save me.” He says quietly before losing consciousness.

When Crosshair wakes, he takes stock of his body. He wiggles his fingers and toes, lifting his upper body off the bed below him, seeing you, hunched over his form, fast asleep. As he turns his face to look at you his temple stings, and he reaches his hand up to feel a bandage, its then he realises his mind is clear for the first time in months. You had done it.

“Crosshair?” You say groggily as you wake up due to his movements.

“Mesh’la, are you alright?” He replies.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” You say with a weak smile.

“I’m fine.” Crosshair pauses. “And I’m sorry.”

“Its not your fault Cross, it was the chip. It’s gone now. You’re free.”

“I still did terrible things. You deserve better than me. I understand if you wish go on a different path once we’ve escaped Kamino.”

You lift your head to catch his gaze, the softness having returned to his eyes, no longer blank. “Crosshair, I love you. You’re going to have to try harder to get rid of me.”

“I love you too cyare.” Crosshair replies, tugging your hands and pulling you up. You climb on top of him, pressing your chests and foreheads together and closing your eyes and enjoying the moment of closeness before Crosshair moves his head and captures your lips in a searing kiss and when you taste tears you know they were yours.

Crosshair gently wipes them away, stroking your face when you finally break apart. You snuggle into his chest and he holds you close.

“I’ve missed you.” You breath out and you feel Crosshair shift underneath you and that’s when you feel the hard line of his cock against his undersuit. “Looks like you’ve missed me too.” You continue with a chuckle.

“We don’t have to do anything. I’m just glad you’re here. With me.” Crosshair replies, stroking your back.

You wiggle against him and he groans. “Don’t tease, mesh’la.”

Grabbing his hand, your guide in underneath your pants and into your panties, Crosshairs digits automatically searching your heat and he presses two fingers into you easily. “Feel that Crosshair? That’s for you.”

Crosshair lets out a huff of air and you smirk against his chest, lifting your head off his chest to capture him mouth again, both of you working frantically to get your clothes off and in no time at all you’ve sunk down on his length, limbs tangled together, and you just stay there for a few moments enjoying being fully reunited.

Desperate for friction, you cant your hips up and Crosshairs cock slides backwards and he’s quick to meet your movements, and you get into a steady rhythm, not losing eye contact until you feel the pressure begin to build as you undulate your hips in increasing pace, you finally close your eyes and press your forehead against Crosshairs as the tightness in your core snaps and your orgasm washes after you. Crosshair is not far behind, sheathing himself fully in you while your walls pulse around him and he cums, filling you with his release.

You stay plastered together for a little while longer until you finally pull away and clean up, always still touching one another, either via Crosshairs hand on your skin or you seated in his lap while you help him redress and put his armour back on.

“I think this will need a new paint job.” Crosshair comments.

“I think red and black suit you.” You smirk, toying with the neck of his undersuit. “All grey was never really your colour.”

“How are we going to get out of here?” Crosshair says seriously.

“Well, maybe its time for me to call in a few favours.”

The shuttle that brought you here to this outer rim planet takes off, and you wave goodbye to the pilot. Theres only a few moments of silence until the roar of another ship fills your eyes, landing surprisingly close to you.

The hatch opens and the ladder descends, the occupants departing the ship.

“You made it!” Wrecker says gleefully, racing over to you and wrapping both you and Crosshair into a bone-crushing hug.

“We might not yet survive if you don’t let go of us.” Crosshair growls and Wrecker releases you, still grinning. You re-take Crosshairs hand.

“Its good to have you back.” Hunter says, grabbing Crosshairs free wrist and bumping their chests together.

“I told you it was the chip.” Omega says from beside Tech.

“Oh Cross, while you were gone I got you seat.” Wrecker teases.

“No you don’t.”

“Race you for it!” Wrecker makes for the ship and with a quick look at you to roll his eyes at his brothers antics, Crosshair sprints after Wrecker, his lean legs catching up to him easily and you hear them bickering inside the Marauder.

“Thank-you.” Hunter says, pulling you into a hug. “I don’t think we could have gotten him back without you.”

“It couldn’t have been easy.” Echo adds.

“Yes, Crosshair is notoriously stubborn and difficult to deal with. How you had put up with him for as long as you did prior to this happening is still beyond me.” Tech says.

“He’s a good man.”

“Yeah, he is.” Hunter says, tuning towards the ship, Echo and Tech following. Omega stands in front of you, stopping you from following.

“Will you teach me how to be a doctor?”

Surprised, you look down at her. “How did you know I was a medic?”

She tilts her head back to the ship. “They told me stories of how you patched them up. Did you really take on a jackobeast while resetting Crosshairs leg?”

You chuckle at the memory, launching in the story as you rest a hand on Omegas upper back and guiding her back to the Marauder.

It was good to be home.

Chapter Text

Wrecker asks you the question as you sit atop his face, your own body bent over his as you sucked on his cock. At first you don’t catch what he says, his sounds mumble by his lips on your clit, his tongue lapping at your hole.

Pulling off his cock, you manoeuvre yourself you were sitting on his chest, rubbing your clit against his pert nipples and strong pecs. “What was that sweet boy?” Wrecker blushes slightly at your words, but his gaze never leaves yours. You widen your eyes, keeping your expression open. Wrecker didn’t really come to you with any other requests than the norm – he said it was enough for him despite you saying you were open to almost anything.

You pat his chest slightly. “Whenever you’re ready babe.”

“I want you to fuck me.” The words tumble out of Wreckers mouth and even he seems surprised that he’s said them.

You slide you body over his, chest to chest, one arm supporting your upper body, the other tracing the scar on Wreckers head, tracing the lines from his ear and across his face, finger pressing gently over his lips which part automatically and Wrecker takes the digit in his mouth and sucks on it. You remove your finger and give him a sweet peck on the lips.

“You want me to fuck you sweet boy?”

“Yes please.”

“Do you want me to prep you?” A finger traces over his collarbone and down his chest and you shuffle your body lower and lower until your resting between his thighs. You take the opportunity to massage the thick ropey muscle there before leaning forward and sucking on the soft skin of his inner thighs. You notice his cock twitch in response.

Wrecker groans loudly, tipping his head back.

You patiently wait for his response, hands resting on his thighs as your head moves down further, tongue circling his hole.

“You’re a wet dream right there love, but.” Wrecker pauses and you wait, mouth moving up to take his balls in your mouth instead. “I wanna do it. But I want you to watch me do it.”

“Do you want me to touch you?” You ask, releasing his balls to a frustrated sigh from Wrecker, sitting up and settling on your knees. You hand the perfect view from this angle.

“Not…not yet.” Wrecker seems to struggle with his own words, clearly conflicted. “It’ll be better for me later on if you don’t.”

“Alright Wreck, put on a show for me.”

Wreckers hesitancy seems to fade and he reaches to the side table of your bed, plucking out the bottle of lube you kept well stocked. You watch his pop the lid open and spread a generous amount on his fingers. His clean hand tosses the closed lube bottle back in the side table and he sits up slightly, hands reaching down to his hole. He watches as he gently rims the edge before sliding in the first digit.

You see him physically tense so your hand shoots out to his hip to comfort him.

“I’m alright. This always happens.”

“You’ve done this before?” You ask curiously. You had always been willing to give Wrecker attention this way but you never wanted to make him uncomfortable. That had happened in past relationships and it was sometimes something you couldn’t come back from.

“A few times.”

“Do you think of me?” You ask quietly.

“Always Meshla. Always.”

Your conversation seems to ease him and he physically relaxes, his finger now sliding easily in and out of his puckered hole. He adds a second, and then a third and knowing how big his fingers were makes you realise how well he was taking this. His hips keep jerking, his cock slapping against his stomach as his digits graze over his prostate. He was being loud and you savoured every sound.

“You’re doing so good Wreck. Making yourself feel good. I want you to touch yourself. Can you do that for me?”

Wrecker nods and takes his leaking cock in his free hand and pumps the shaft in tandem with the movement of his fingers. He starts shaking when suddenly he pulls his hand out of his ass and releases his cock which is still twitching.

“Wrecker, what happened? You were so close!”

“Want to cum around your cock.” Wrecker gets out in short pants.

“Please.” Wrecker begs.

“How are we-?” You ponder. Wrecker was much larger than you – larger than most people, really, and you just weren’t sure you could support him at this angle. Wrecker scrambles to the floor, on all fours, ass displayed to your proudly, hole gleaming with the efforts of his work.

Grabbing the dildo and harness out of a box you kept hidden in your quarters, you assemble yourself and lube the cock up generously. You stand behind Wrecker, your hips now level with his ass and you run your hands over the globe of his ass, gently slapping the soft flesh there that has Wrecker grunting in pleasure. “You want me to fuck you Wreck?”

“Please.” Wrecker sounds like hes on the verge of sobbing. He must be so turned on right now.

Lining up the generously sized cock up with his hole before pressing forward, meeting very little resistance. Your hands reach for his waist to support yourself on and you still one you bottom out, letting Wrecker get used to the sensation.

“Move. Please.” Wrecker begs and you do, slowly at first, causing Wrecker to moan loudly with each languid thrust.

“More.” Wrecker asks and you pick up the pace, each thrust causing the sound of flesh hitting flesh to echo in the room, Wreckers body jolting forward as you pounded into him. Looking over his form you see his arms shaking despite being in peak physical health and you hear him sobbing.

Your hand reaches around his body to grab his cock but he shakes his head. “Want to cum untouched.” He explains and you pick up the pace once more, pistoning in and out of him, the pressure against your clit delightful. You know Wreckers close the way his hold body shakes and then suddenly he jerks forward, thick white ropes of cum painting the floor and his body clenches around you. Continually thrusting, you reach your peak as well and Wrecker is crying out from over stimulation with each movement.

You slow your thrusts and still inside him, draping you body over his and your hands hug his waist.

You finally pull out of him and pull him to the bed, taking off the harness and tossing it to be cleaned later, pulling Wrecker against you and spooning him from behind. He sighs contentedly and you dance your fingers across his skin as his eyes close and breathing evens out.

You pull the cloth over the pair of you and drift off happily behind him.

Chapter Text

“Incoming!” You hear shouted from across the hanger and you turn to look out at the sky, hand raised above your eyes to shield from the glare of the sun. As the ship hurtles closer, you realise that it’s the Marauder and the Bad Batch were back from their latest set of missions.

The distinguished vessel is also noticed by your colleague.

“Urgh, they’re back.” He says with disgust and you turn to look at him, narrowing your eyes at him.

“You’re just bitter because they won’t let you near their ship – for good reason. Remind me, who has the highest engine failure rate of all the mechanics? Im surprised you haven’t been fired yet.”

“I do not. Besides, you’re the only one who puts up with them – the rest of the regs hate them you know.”

You can’t but snarl at him. Yes, they didn’t get on with the regs but the regs weren’t particular nice with them either.

“I shouldn’t expect any less from you considering you keep their beds warm while they’re on base.”

In a flash you grab your colleague and pin them against the wall, one hand fisted in their jumpsuit and another clenched in a fist, your forearm across their neck. “You say one more kriffing word and ill get you kicked off this base. How will your father think if you lose another posting? Hmm?”

Your colleague narrows his eyes and doesn’t say anything, looking behind you.

“He giving you trouble?” Wreckers loud voice sounds from behind you and you drop your colleague and he scampers away.

You turn around, smoothing down the front of the jumpsuit. “I could handle it.” Sticking your hands in your pockets, you speak again. “How are you boys?”

“Fantastic.” Crosshair says sarcastically and Hunter rolls his eyes. “Another six successful missions under our belt.”

“No injuries?”

“Only a bruised ego for Crosshair after Wrecker topped his high score. Otherwise just the usual scrapes and bruises.”

You chuckle. “And the ship?”

“Peak efficiency.” Tech says and you raise your eyebrow at him.

“Ill be the judge of that.” Making your way to the ship, you run your hand against the hull. “More carbon scoring? How many dogfights do you guys get into?”

“A lot.” Hunter says, shrugging.

Giving him a quick frown, you step up the ramp and go into the cockpit, plugging your datapad into the console, eyes flitting over the readings that came back on you. “Seems to be a problem with the alluvial dampeners, as well as a few other things that need fixing before you set off again.” You look up at the squad to see them all watching you.

“What?”

“I thought Tech was supposed to keep the ship functional.” Wrecker says.

“Well he isn’t me, is he?” You chuckle.

“Maybe we should replace you.” Hunter jokes, bumping into Techs side.

“I am perfectly capable at keeping the ship in a functional status.” Tech replies, pushing his goggles up his face.

“Yeah, I’d be lousy with those clankers too.” You joke with a comfortingly smile to Tech which seems to ease his worry.
Hunters comm goes off. “We’ve got a briefing.” He nods his head and the rest of the squad follows him, except for Tech.

“I should have noticed the issue with the alluvial dampeners.” Tech says.

“Tech, you literally could not have known without running a full diagnostic using the code that I wrote. Which I’m pretty sure I have not given to you.”

“Trade secrets as you keep telling me.”

You open your mouth to respond when Hunter shouts from outside the ship. “Tech! Stop making googly eyes at them and get out here now!”

Tech pulls his eyes away from yours to glance at the door and you smile at him, turning him around and placing your hands on his back, gently pushing him towards the door. “Go! I don’t want Hunters wrath if you miss your de-briefing.”

“Ill be back as soon as it has finished. Well, a short while afterwards as I will need to make my way back here.”

“Go!” Laughing, you shove him forwards and he finally leaves. With a smile on your face you survey the ship and get to work.

When Tech returns, its much later than he expected, most of the hanger deserted. As the walks over the Marauder he sees the lights still on, your legs sticking out from underneath the ship. He waits nearby, unsure if he should approach. He didn’t want to startle you.

Thankfully, you pull yourself from underneath the ship. Since he’d been gone, you had undone your jumpsuit, the arms wrapped around your waist, leaving you in an undershirt that was dirty with grease.
Your arms were equally dirty and you had a smudge on your nose that Tech found endearing. What took Tech by surprise the most was that you were wearing his helmet.

“Oh Tech!” You call when you notice him. “Good timing. There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

Standing up, you wipe your dirty hands on your pants and Tech stays still, his mind racing.

“Tech?” Tech shakes himself out of it and walks the rest of the distance to you.

“You’re wearing my helmet.” Tech states and you startle, pulling it off your head and holding it in your hands.

“Oh yeah, I guess I was. The magnification is much better on this thing than my goggles, and I can tweak things using my hands rather than having to go back and forth between the datapad. I’m sorry, I probably should have asked.” You ramble. “Here.” You hold the helmet out to Tech and he seems almost reluctant to take it.

“I’m not bothered by your use of it. It took me by surprise. I don’t think anyone has worn my helmet except for myself. Crosshair stole it once to mock me about my poor eyesight.”

“Oh, that’s rude.” You pauses, shuffling on your feet, Tech saying nothing, just studying your face carefully. “Tech?”

“Yes dear?”

Your head tilts slightly at the term of endearment but you shake it off, launching into a report of everything you had done plus some things that he would need to look out for going forward, and some fixes he could apply in a pinch before he could get the ship back to you. Tech interjects his own points and you get into a healthy discussion over the ship.

Just as you’re finishing up, Techs comm trills and its Hunter, telling him to report to the mess for dinner. He acknowledges him before clicking off.

“I don’t want to keep you.” You say, gesturing to the door to the rest of the facility.

“It is no bother. If you would like, you can join us. I’m sure my brothers won’t mind.”

“That’s ok, I have a few more things to finish here and then I have to hit the refresher.” You say as you take stock of your grease and sweat covered appearance.

“Please?” Tech asks quietly.

“Oh, ok. If you’re sure.”

“I have never been more certain.”

“Well I’ll just clean myself up and meet you in the mess shortly, ok?”

“It’s a date.” Tech says without really thinking, having picked up the colloquialism recently.

Your head tilts again and Tech thinks he’s said something wrong.

“It’s a date.” You say with a nod before turning and disappearing in the ship to finish up.

Tech wanders off to the mess in a daze, his helmet feeling more weighty in his hands, his thoughts filled with you.

“Staring at the door isn’t going to make them walk though it.” Hunter says to Tech, who had been absentmindedly picking at his food, his attention to the mess hall as he awaits your arrival.

“Let him stare Hunter, he makes for good target practice.” Crosshair says, flinging yet another small vegetable at Tech, this time landing in his ear. Tech shakes it out and takes off his goggles, more vegetables tumbling to the table.

“You ruined Crosshairs artwork! They were perfectly spaced apart.”

Hunter shakes his head at his brothers and as Tech is cleaning off his goggles, you step through the door. Hunter nudges Tech and he puts his goggles back on and looks over to you. You give him a small wave before getting in line for your meal, sitting down next to Tech a few minutes later.

“Hello!” You greet the table before glancing at Tech and giving a quick smile.

Wrecker pretends to gag as Hunter takes control of the conversation and steers it so you give updates on the ship and they fill you in on their latest missions. Tech remains silent, just watching you interact with his squadmates. At some point, you hook your foot around Techs and he startles before realising its you and blushing. Wrecker was too busy arguing with Hunter to notice, but Crosshair does.

“Stop playing footsies under the table.” He says and you look eye contact with him, lining up a pea on your plate and then flicking it, your aim true and the vegetable hitting Crosshair right between the eyes which makes him scowl at you.

You laugh in triumph and Wrecker gives you a high five.

Your comm chimes a few moments later and that’s when you realise the time – you had reports to turn in before you went to bed. With a stretch, you stand up and pick up your tray. “I have to head off boys. Maybe I could have stayed longer if you didn’t rough up your ship so much.”

This gets a chuckle from the batch.

Tech stands up. “Ill walk you to your quarters.”

“Oh no, that’s ok, its out of your way.”

“I insist.”

“Ok then. Night everyone.”

Wrecker and Hunter bid you farewell and Crosshair says nothing, feigning disinterest.

“Make sure he’s back by morning. We have our new mission briefing first thing tomorrow.”

“Oh, I don’t think-“ You start but Hunter cuts you off with a look. “Just have him back by morning.” He repeats before turning to speak with Wrecker, effectively dismissing you.

You leave the table, Tech following you. After depositing your trays for cleaning, you make your way towards your quarters.

“I do not understand why Hunter requested that you return me by morning. Perhaps he thinks we will get caught up with repairs and not realise the time.”

“Something like that.” You say, shrugging. It wasn’t an incorrect assumption to make seeing as that is precisely what happened last time and Hunter had just interpreted it differently and wouldnt hear you out when you tried to explain.

You finally make it to your quarters and you head inside, Tech pausing at the door, waiting for your invitation.

“You coming?” You toss over your shoulder as you head inside, immediately peeling off your jumpsuit and tossing it on your bed, leaving you in your tank top and pair of modest shorts.

Tech, who had taken one step inside, immediately stops at the sight of so much of your skin on display.

You don’t notice, sitting down at your workbench and tuning on an overhead light, picking up tools and tinkering away with something. When you realise Tech had not sat down, you turn around to check on him and hes just standing there, seemingly frozen.

“Tech?”

“Yes dear?”

There it was again, that term of endearment.

“You coming? I need your help with this part.”

Tech finally walks over and sits down next to you, setting his helmet on the desk next to him. You stay there together for several hours, your reports forgotten as you got in the zone. At some point Tech had decided to get more comfortable, removing his armour and just leaving him in his bodysuit. You had been distracted momentarily, taking in his lithe but strong frame that the armour hid away.

“Kriff!” You curse, taking your now burnt fingertip and putting in your mouth to sooth the pain.

Tech seems to make a choking sound and you look at him to see him staring at you, his pupils completely blown. You tentatively take the whole digit in your mouth before pulling it out with a loud pop.

“Did you like that Tech?”

Techs eyes dart around and you think you’ve blown it, and just made him uncomfortable. “”Im sorry.” You start. “I didn’t-“

“Yes, I liked it.”

“What else do you like Tech?” You toss out, thinking maybe Tech did feel something for you.

Tech reaches out and traces a finger down your jawline. “I like your strong hands and how good you are with my ship. You’re whip smart and..”

“Yes Tech?” You encourage.

“And I like seeing what was underneath that baggy jumpsuit.”

“You mean this?” You run your hand down your chest and down your upper thigh. Tech reaches out and follows your hand with his own.

“Kriff yes. I think I almost ejaculated when you had that guy pinned up against the wall earlier. Again when you wore my helmet.”

“You liked me wearing your helmet?”

“Perhaps if it were anyone else I would not. However, you in it does something to me.”

“Like this?” You say, taking his helmet off the desk and sliding it over your head.

Tech is panting in front of you and you can see how hard he is through his skin tight bodysuit. He gently tugs the helmet off your face and you pout. “You don’t like it?”

“I love it darling, but I love seeing your face significantly more.”

You smile sweetly at him before leaning forward and capturing his lips in a kiss and they’re softer than you expected. His strong hands settle on your waist and you sit together, pressed against one another. You finally pull away and Tech makes a sad noise in the back of his throat. You grab his hand and tug him up to standing before pull him over to your cot, pushing him down on it and climbing on top of him.

“This is what Hunter meant by the way.” You say as you reach down to kiss him again, travelling from his mouth to his ear, and then down his neck.

“I would never have extrapolated that as his connotation.” Tech says, bucking up for friction against you as you suck particularly hard against his collarbone.

You both help eachother get undressed, Tech basking in your naked beauty as you sit atop him. Despite the urge to look at his face, you cant help but admire his body, strong and lean. A finger traces over some of his scares and he shivers at the touch.

He says nothing as your hand reaches between your bodies and take his cock in your hand, giving it a few experimental strokes which causes Tech to moan, a sound you wish you could record.

With that thought in your mind, you hop off Tech much to his disappointment. Grabbing his helmet and dragging over a chair, you set the chair to the side of the bed and his helmet on top.

“This thing records, right?” You ask as you’re bent over, fiddling with it, giving Tech full view or your ass.

Tech gets up and stands behind you, his body flush against yours as he takes your hands and show you how to turn on the recording function. He lays back down on the bed and you drape yourself over him. “Are you sure you wish for this to be recorded?”

“Yes Tech. But only you can watch it.”

“Of course dear. I would never share someone so precious with anyone.”

You reply by reaching down and guiding his cock to your core, Tech sliding in slowly, the tip gliding against your walls. You sigh in pleasure before lifting up your hips and dropping them back down, Tech thrusting up in time with your movements.

Tech tightens his arms around your waist and you hook them behind his head, holding the back of his head in your hands. Your fingers scrape against his scalp which elicits a moan from Tech. Besides the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your breathy moans, the room is silent, your eyes locked with Techs as you move as one.

You feel your orgasm start to build and you pick up your movements, Tech sensing this and picking up his pace as well. After a few well positioned thrusts you cum all over Techs cock, your orgasm washing over you, a sense of calm and happiness following after.

Tech lets go and you feel him fill you and you squeeze his cock with you walls as you help him through his high. When he finally stops moving, he slips himself out of you and shuffles around you so he can get up. He places a quick kiss to your lips while you lay there, an uncontrollable smile on your face.

Tech first turns off the recording and then goes to your adjoining refresher to grab something to clean you off with. Once your clean, he pulls your back against his chest and pulls your blanket over you.

You both fall into a deep sleep.

Chapter Text

You’re hot and sweaty and you’re panting as Wrecker attacks you from behind while Hunter engages your front, both working together against you.

Sliding through Hunters legs to dodge him, you spring back up and grab him from behind. Hunter responds by flipping you both over, right into Wreckers arms who slams you to the ground and you wheeze, winded.

Wrecker looms over you. “Sorry.” He says, reaching out a hand and you take it, pulled you off the soft mat below you and tugging you up to standing.

“We win.” Hunter says, unwrapping the bandage from his hands as you reach your hands above your head and stretch.

“Wrecker won.” You correct, dropping your hands and shaking out your body. “That round, at least. We are all about even in the end.”

Wrecker sneaks up from behind you, wrapping his forearms around your waist, turning you around and pulling you upwards, your legs automatically reaching around his lower back. He gives you a big kiss before releasing you, grinning. You land deftly on the floor before flopping down and stretching your legs.

“Wrecker.” Hunter chides. “They’re not a toy.”

“No. They’re better.” Wrecker laughs while Hunter rolls his eyes at his brother. Hunter reaches out a hand to you and you take it, springing back up to standing. Hunter cant help but look down at your chest, covered in nothing but your crop compression shirt. His eyes rake further down to your legs, clad in nothing but skin-tight pants.

Wrecker shoves Hunter which breaks his ravenous gaze. “You said they weren’t a toy.”

Resting your hands on your hips, you chuckle at your boys before picking up your datapad from the bench that ran along the length of the room.

“We still have the room booked for a bit longer. Want to go a few more rounds?”

“I’d love to go a few more rounds.” Hunter says darkly, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “But I have something better in mind than sparring.”

You raise a single eyebrow at him. “Oh yeah?”

“Oh, yeah!” Wrecker says gleefully, catching on to what Hunter was saying.

You wink at them before picking up your comm and pressing a few buttons, Techs holographic form displayed in front of you, still hunched over whatever project he was working in at the barracks. “Who won?” He asks without even looking up.

“It was a tie.” You reply, hearing a snort in the background which meant Crosshair was with Tech.

“Pay up.” You hear Crosshair say and Tech grumbles. “It is a statistical impossibility for them to draw. With Wreckers increased strength, Hunters enhanced senses-“

“Vod, its not a science when it comes to those three. Its whoever can trip up the others the most.” Crosshair says lazily.

“Which comes down to my analysis.” Tech argues.

“Boys!” You interrupt before they can start arguing. Well, Crosshair riles Tech up and then tunes out while he rants. They cease bickering and Tech looks at you. You wait a moment and Crosshair remains silent. “Can you please lock this room and knock out the surveillance?”

“Of course I can do that. But why would you not want surveillance? Surely you would like to review your technique after the session is over.”

Wrecker snorts and Hunter stifles a laugh. “Now that’s an idea.” Hunter says cheekily and you silence him with a look.

Tech is confused by the exchange and Crosshair wanders into the frame, clasping a hand on Techs shoulder. “Its best if you don’t ask.”

Tech fishes his datapad from wherever it was resting and in a few short taps the cameras lights turn off.

“You’re welcome.” Crosshair says with a smirk. “And next time invite me.”

“Invite you? To what?” You hear Tech start but Crosshair ends the transmission.

“Where were we?” You ask coyly and Hunter and Wrecker waste no time, Hunter grabbing your jaw and kissing you deeply while Wrecker slides his strong arms around your waist, leaning down to press soft kisses to your now exposed throat. You moan and Hunter nudges a knee between your legs and you grind down on it, the thing fabric of your gear not providing any barrier.

“You like that? Using my leg?” Hunter says lowly into your ear, Wrecker now massaging your bum and thighs.

“Yes Hunter.” You moan as he recaptures you lips, tongue running across your teeth and exploring your mouth.

“Stop hoggin’ ‘em.” Wrecker says from behind you, spinning you around and he leans down, giving you hot kisses as he presses your body flush against his and you can feel his hard cock through his bodysuit. Hunter closes in from behind and you can feel he is equally aroused.

“Hunter. Wreck-ah!” You shout and Wrecker lifts you easily, setting you on his thigh, tensing the thick muscles to give you friction. “I’m gonna – “ You start but don’t finish as your orgasm washes over you, movements jerky as you grind down on Wreckers thigh throughout your release. Wrecker lifts you off and sets you down, a wet patch on his thigh where you has used him. Hunter slips his hand into your leggings, groping your bum before reaching between your cheeks to your core, sliding a finger in easily and sliding it in and out. You shudder, still sensitive from your orgasm.

“So wet for us.” Hunter says before pulling out his finger and sticking it in his mouth, licking all of your juices clean off the digit.

“I wanna try something.” You manage to get out before Hunter can put his fingers back in your pants.

“Yes mesh’la?” Wrecker asks and Hunter stays silent, patiently waiting for you to speak.

“Wrecker, stand here.” You say, tugging him into position and he stands still.

“What about me?” Hunter asks.

“Just wait.” You say to him before walking a few paces in front of Wrecker before raising your hands above your head and posturing your feet before you swing forward, springing up on your hands and shuffling backwards until you hit Wrecker, hooking your knees on his shoulders. He understands what you are trying to do and his arms wrap around your waist, lifting you so you were resting on his shoulders, your pussy perfectly positioned at his face. After peeling off your leggings and panties, Wrecker gives you a wide smile before diving into your folds, your hands grabbing his head for purchase as he eats you out enthusiastically.

From behind you, Hunter clears his throat.

“Hold on Wrecker.” Wrecker grunts in acknowledgment, grip tightening but his ministrations don’t let up, sucking on your clit before pressing his tongue into your core and flicking his tongue against you and you moan loudly. Taking a deep breath, you bend backwards, laying vertically against Wreckers body, your back against his chest. You turn slightly, freeing him from his bodysuit and giving him a few strokes which earns you a delicious groan that reverberates through your core.

While one hand works Wrecker, you beckon for Hunter to come closer and he does, and you open your mouth wide and he shuffles forward until you grab his bum and pull him roughly forward until his now-freed cock lays on your tongue. You close your lips around the shaft and Hunter holds your head, eyes focused on you and how you take his cock in your mouth so easily, dribble hitting the floor from the stretch. You keep bobbing your head up and down, the room filled with the lewd sounds of skin slapping skin and groans and grunts from the boys and whines from you. It doesn’t take long for you all to start reaching your highs and you’re the first to go, legs tightening around Wreckers neck as he holds you steady, his cum painting your hand while Hunter releases his load into your mouth and you swallow every last drop.

Hunter then hooks his arms under your armpits and he and Wrecker coordinate to put you gently back on the floor, holding you steady while the blood returns to the rest of your body.

“Wow.” Wrecker says, wrapping his arms around you again and resting his chin on the top of your head. “Got any more ideas like that?”

“Guess we’ll have to find out.”

“Round two in the refresher?” Hunter asks and you smirk and nod in response, Wrecker whipping you up into his arms and laughing loudly as he races Hunter to the stalls.

Chapter Text

As you put on your new outfit, one you had purchased specifically for this evening that made you feel confident and sexy, it was safe to say you were excited. Your clone boyfriend, Jet, was back from his first set of missions since shipping out and you were looking forward to spending the evening with him.

He picks you up, a little later than he originally told you, and takes you to a small restaurant, talking about his adventures and his new squadron and the Jedi General he was serving under. While you were interested at first, he didn’t stop talking about himself and didn’t ask how you were and what you had been up to all through dinner.

You were ready to call it a night when Jet suggested that you go to 79s, saying exactly the right things to get you to go, and so you do, the night looking like it was on the up when you walked hand in hand to the club, Jet buying you some flowers from a vendor along the way, sneaking kisses in alleyways. By the time you are at the bar, you are feeling much better.

And then it all goes downhill again.

Meeting up with the rest of his squad, Jet essentially ignores you all night, heading his brothers off when they try to engage you in conversation and pulling them back to wartime stories. Your eyes begin to wander around the club when you spot a group of people, wearing clone-like armour, but it wasn’t the same. They joke and laugh among themselves, and you catch the eye of the tall grey-haired one before you pull your eyes back, Jet asking you something.

“Hmm?” You hum, looking back at Jet.

“Ignore them, they’re Clone Force 99. They don’t belong here.” Jet scoffs. “Can you go get us some drinks? Since you’re on the edge?”

With a glare at Jet, you get up and storm over to the bar, setting yourself on a stool and stewing while you waited for the bartender to get to you.

“Trouble in paradise?” A roughish voice says from behind you.

As you turn around, the grey-haired clone is staring back at you, toothpick between his teeth and at this distance you notice the crosshairs tattooed over his right eye. He flags down the bartender easily and orders his drink. “Let me buy you a drink since it seems like your boyfriend isn’t going to.”

You order and the bartender goes off to make your drinks as you just watch this clone. “Have you got a name mesh’la?” He asks eventually.

You provide him with your name and he tells you his is Crosshair.

“You’re from Clone Force 99, right?”

“You’ve heard about us? Probably nothing good. These regs fucking hate us.”

You pull a face. You hadn’t heard nice things about them, but you hadn’t had any experience with them before.

Crosshair lightly jerks his head. “Thought so.”

As your drinks arrive you get into an easy conversation with Crosshair, having more fun in those few minutes than you did the whole evening. He openly flirts with you, causing you to blush. When he passes you his comm number, Jet finally makes an appearance.

“Stop chatting them up. They’re mine.” He says angrily, putting his arm around your waist which you shrug off.

“I’m not yours Jet, you don’t even care about me! You had not paid a single second of attention to me all evening. We’re done.”

Crosshair watches with quiet amusement, smirking at Jet. Jet shoves Crosshair. “You’ve gotten in their ear. This is your fault.”

Crosshair stands up to his full height and glowers at Jet. “I think you did this all on your own.”

Jet bristles. And you close your eyes and take a deep breath, wishing for this to be over. “Jet, we’re done. I’m leaving.”

Jet grabs your arm and you twist it against his back. You worked in the lower levels or Coruscant, you had to know how to defend yourself.

“You were no fun anyway!” Jet yells and you grab your bag, leaving your unfinished drink and speedily make your way to the exit. A gentle hand on your arm stops you before you make it to the door.

“Let me walk you home.” Crosshair says, dropping his hand from your arm as soon as he had your attention.

“Ill be fine.” You reply briskly, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I don’t doubt that. I’ll see you around then.” Crosshair says, heading back to his squad but by the time he reaches the table you still haven’t left, so as he sits back down he gives you a two fingered salute.

It makes you smile as you finally push the door open and leave.

When you arrive home, feeling better after cussing at Jet the entire way, you kick off your shoes and toss your bag into the depths of the apartment, grabbing another drink from the kitchen cabinet. After it still doesn’t make you any less frustrated, an idea pops into your mind.

As really stupid idea.

But buoyed by the liquid courage, you retrieve your bag and fish out your comm, finding Crosshairs digits and sending him a message that only had your name and address.

Its not much longer when you hear a knock on your door, and you pull it open to see Crosshair standing behind it. Digging your fingers under the corner of his cuirass, you yank him into your apartment.

His lips crash into yours and its messy, all teeth and tongue, Crosshair moving from your mouth to your neck, nipping and biting at the flesh there while his hands roam your lower back. Your hands were tightly held around his shoulders, fingernails scratching against his backpiece when he sucks on your pulse point.

Crosshair pulls away for a second to look at you with more concern than you would have expected from the cocky clone. “Are you sure you want this? You did just break up with your boyfriend.”

“Crosshair, I want this. It wasn’t anything serious.”

“Tell me if you change your mind.” He replies and you kiss him again, this time softer, more exploratory. Pulling apart and grabbing his hand, you tug him to your bedroom and push him backwards onto the bed.

“Bold.” He says, smirking again, the sight wanting you to drop to your knees to wipe it off his face. “But I’m usually the one in charge.”

Crosshair pulls you down onto the bed beside him before getting up and making quick work of his armour, leaving him in just his undersuit and you see the hard outline of his cock as it strains against the taught fabric. You note that he’s not quite as thick as Jet was, but definitely longer and the thought makes you salivate.

“See something you like?” Crosshair jokes as he pulls off his shirt, your mouth dropping open at his chiselled chest.

“Maker in hell Crosshair, you’re stunning.” The worlds tumble out of you mouth before you have a chance to stop them and the desire you feel for him only grows when he pulls down the bottom half of his undersuit and his boxers, his legs just as toned as his chest.

“Let me reveal that beautiful body of yours, mesh’la.” Crosshair replies leaning over you and kissing you again, pulling your outfit off and leaving you in your underthing’s. Crosshair groans at the sight and then hes removing them, attacking your body like he did your neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh as he trails further down your body, spreading your legs and nestling himself between them and licking a big stripe up your sex, suckling on all the sensitive parts that has your gripping onto the short strands of his hair. It doesn’t take long with his ministrations for you to cum with a shout of his name, riding out your release on his face as he licks up all of your juices.

“Delicious.” Crosshair says, moving up your body again to kiss you and you can taste yourself on his tongue.

“Fuck me, Crosshair.” You whimper and Crosshair moans against you, rutting his hips against your thigh for some sort of friction.

“As you wish.”

Crosshair gets up and you fumble with your nightstand before handing him the little packet, and he opens it with his teeth and rolls the protection on to his length before lining himself up with your hole and gliding in easily. As expected, his length reaches parts of you no one else ever had and you scratch his back looking for purchase as your whole body jolts in pleasure.

Crosshair doesn’t mess around, pulling all the way out of you, just leaving the tip in before ramming all the way back in, your nerve endings tingling with each movement. As he gets more worked up, which you can tell by how he murmers sweet nothings against you skin or kissing you passionately, his pace picks up, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.

“Crosshair, I’m gonna-“ You start, screwing your eyes shut as you chase your release, tensing your whole body.

“Cum for me mesh’la.”

Complying with his demand, you tumble over the edge with shuddering breaths, mouth dropping open again as Crosshair fucks you through the aftershocks. Only once you have stopped clenching around his cock does he pull out, flipping you onto you back and inserting himself back inside your tight heat, fucking you and your body gives a weak attempt at another orgasm, working you up to a half intensity before dissipating. A few seconds longer and Crosshair is finding his own release, his balls hitting your thighs as he does long deep thrusts, your body milking him of every drop. Once he finally stills, he pulls himself out of you and disposes of the condom.

Still blissed out, you don’t move and Crosshair chuckles at you as he pulls the covers over you and slides in next to you, tugging you to lay your head in his chest and you listen to his heartbeat, a steady thrum.

“You don’t have to stay.” You mumble. You knew what you were getting into when you commed him.

“Id like to, for a little while. Then I should get back to my brothers. Can’t have them starting a fight again.”

“Something tells me you’re the one to start fights with the regs.”

Crosshair laughs and you enjoy the sound. “I never start them.”

“But you sure as hell finish them?” You finish for him, giggling against his chest.

“Sure do.” Crosshair replies, smiling.

Chapter Text

“You’re back!” You say excitedly, walking into the Bad Batchs quarters and feel three sets of eyes look at you before you hear a chorus of greetings from them.

“We blew up so many clankers!” Wrecker says, walking over to envelop you in a hug. “I beat Crosses high score!”

“No you didn’t.” Crosshair says from his bunk, eyes flickering to yours before he returns to his beloved rifle that he was cleaning. You skip over to him, and he bats you away as you try to ruffle his hair.

Passing by Hunter and giving him a light touch on the shoulder as he sharpens his knife, you settle yourself next to Tech at the bench, back resting against the table edge.

“What are you working on?” You ask Tech, leaning back to watch him work.

“You do not need to humour me.” Tech replies without looking up.

“Don’t be rude Tech.” Hunter says.

“Maybe I’m just actually interested?” You reply.

Tech looks up at you to see no hint of annoyance at his brisk tone on your face, and you appeared to be genuinely curious. Turning back to his work, he begins to explain it to you and after a little while you’re called away for an emergency.

“I’ll see you boys later, ok?” You say, leaving them with a wave.

As soon as the door is shut and Hunter has confirmed your out of earshot, the boys immediately start talking.

“I think they like me the most.” Wrecker says confidently.

“They touched my shoulder.” Hunter counters.

“They clearly have a thing for Tech.” Crosshair says quietly. And everyone, including Tech looks at him.

“Pfff, you don’t know what you’re talking about Cross.” Wrecker says and Hunter raises an eyebrow at him. “No offense Tech,” He quickly follows up with.

“You are correct. I am certain they feel no romantic attraction to me at all.” Tech says, returning to his project. Crosshair scoffs but doesn’t elaborate and the others drop the subject.

The next time you see the boys is at dinner, coming in late and slotting yourself between Tech and Crosshair, forcing them to shuffle sideways to accommodate you. The others easily pull you into their playful banter and Tech stops paying attention, watching you laugh and smile with his brothers, trying not to think too hard about how your thigh was pressed up against his or how you pinched food off his plate when you thought he wasn’t watching.

“Tech.” you say, taking a sip of water. Not getting a response you wave your hand over his face and Crosshair flicks a pea at him which hits his face and causes him to breakout of his daydream.

“Yes?” He replies politely, mechanically putting his fork to his mouth and chewing on whatever slop the mess passed as food.

“Im having an issue with my datapad. It shut off on me and ive lost some files. Do you think you could help me recover them?”

“Certainly.”

“Great, are you free after dinner? I left my datapad in my quarters.”

“Yes.”

Smiling at Tech, you join back in the conversation with the others but Techs not paying attention, hyper focussed on his tray as his mind races with the idea of spending some alone time with you.

“Ready to go?” You say, touching Tech lightly on the shoulder to bring him back out of his own mind. He hadn’t even noticed the others had already left.

Tech nods and you both get up, depositing your trays in the repository and make your way to your quarters. You try to engage Tech in conversation, but he’s too caught up within himself, focussed on putting on foot in front of the other and you only get distracted half-responses.

“Where is the datapad?” Tech asks, knowing he had a purpose by being here.

“Oh, there’s nothing wrong with it. I just wanted to speak with you alone and…ask you something.”

“Oh.” Tech says, pausing, and you look up at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue. “If you are interested in one of my brothers, I can assure you they feel the same way.”

Your head tilts in confusion. “Tech? Can you please elaborate?”

“That’s why you asked me here, is it not? Usually if I am asked to spend time with someone on their own it is to find out more about my brothers.”

Your face falls at Techs confession, and you reach out a hand to graze his arm, which he looks down at with confusion. “Tech no. I wanted to spend some time with you, just us.”

“Then what was the question you wished to ask?”

You take a deep breath. Now or never. “I wanted you to know that I care about you Tech.”

“Not really a question. I assume you only see us as friends?”

You let out a noise of displeasure, frowning at Tech. “If you would let me finish, I was going to say that I care about you as more than friends. I like you Tech, and I was wondering if you felt the same way.” Palms suddenly sweaty, you wipe them on your pants and Techs silence stretches far longer than you anticipated.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way. I thought I would just put it out there.” You follow up with quickly.

Tech holds out a hand to stop anything further you could possibly say, his brain finally kicking into gear after having gone completely blank for the first time since he was decanted. “Apologies for my lack of response, I was simply taken aback by what you said.”

“What, that I like you? Is that so hard to believe?”

“Yes. All our lives it has been my brothers that have gathered the attention. Hunter for his looks and charm, Wrecker because of his physicality and even Crosshair has a mysterious edge that others seem to enjoy.”

“But I don’t like them Tech. I like you.”

“Are you certain?” Tech replies, still in disbelief that you had confessed your feelings for him.

Stepping forward, you close the distance between yourself and Tech and take his hands in yours, leaning up and giving him a quick kiss on the lips, lingering as he leans forward when you attempt to pull away. “I don’t know Tech, does that make me seem like I’m certain?”

“More testing is required for me to be sure.” Tech replies and you crash your lips back against his, savouring how soft his lips felt against your own as you snake your hands up and rest them around his neck, Tech unsure what to do with his own and leaving them by his side.

You finally pull away and you see Techs flushed face which makes you smile.

“I, uh, that was quite lovely, thank-you.” Tech ends up saying after a moment and you chuckle.

“We’re not done yet.” You say with a sly grin, grabbing Techs hand and pulling him to your bed, sitting down side by side on the edge and you kiss him again and then you’re pulling him down, your hands roaming across his body as you make out like a pair of newlyweds. Tugging at techs armor with your hands, he holds your wrists gently.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asks politely.

“Tech, I want you. Do you want this? I understand if we’re moving too fast.”

“Good thing my brain can process things a lot quicker than everybody else.” Tech says with a chuckle, and he pulls away to remove his armor, stacking it neatly on the small desk in your room and returning to you, and you reach up to kiss him again and tug him down with you, positioning him underneath you, grinding against his hard length which you could feel pressing up against your stomach.

Tech groans against your ear.

“How would you like to do this Tech? Is there anything you particularly want to try?”

Tech blushes and ducks his head, mumbling something.

“What Tech, use your words sweetie.”

“I would like to taste you, if that is alright.”

“Only if you let me taste you first.” Tech gives you a jerky nod in response and you quickly free him of his remaining clothes, yours joining his on the pile next to the bed.

Positioning yourself at his crotch, you reach your hand out and grasp his member, squeezing gently before stroking him slowly. Techs lifts his head, resting himself on his elbows as he watches you take his cock into his mouth, swallowing around him.

“Fascinating.” Tech says and you look up and he’s studying you and your movements. You release his cock, and he tugs you up so he can kiss you again, hungry as he tastes himself on your tongue.

Tech rotates you both, laying you gently on the bed, just gazing down at your body.

“Beautiful.” He declares before trailing kisses down your skin, over your hips, on your inner thighs before settling himself between your legs.

And he just stares.

“Tech?”

“I am simply admiring the view. But I believe it is time for me to taste.”

Taste he does, exploring every crevice, testing to see what made you mewl the most, muttering to himself the whole time. You don’t care, so blissed out from his ministrations, surprised that he seemed to know exactly what to do considering his earlier uncertainties. Tech clears his throat, bringing you back to the moment and you feel one of his fingers lightly pressing on your entrance.

“May I?” Tech asks politely and you nod, and Tech presses his finger in slowly, probing your inner walls and from his expression his mind was clearly working in overdrive.

He wiggles the finger, hitting the spot that has you gasping out, muttering to himself again. He adds a second finger, and then a third and you’re so close, on the edge of your release. Tech somehow seems to sense this and pulls out and exactly the wrong moment, leaving you gasping for air as your body comes down from your almost peak.

Any words you were going to say die in your throat when Tech takes his three fingers – absolutely dripping – and sticks them in his mouth, savouring the taste. “Interesting.” Tech says.

“Tech.” Your voice breaks him out of his tasting session. “How would you like to do this?”

“I think it best if you take the lead dear.”

You respond to him by yanking him down and flipping you both again so you’re on top, your core resting on his pubic bone, his cock pressing up against your ass. Lifting at your knees, you shuffle backwards a bit until you’re lined up, and sink down on his length, both of you letting out a long deep moan as he bottoms out, your hips flush together.

You give a tentative thrust, lifting off before sliding back down again and Tech says a string of words in a language you don’t understand, his hands grabbing your ass for purchase as he starts to lift you off his cock before thrusting up as you drop down.

Getting into a steady rhythm, its not long before your movements become jerky and sloppy and you cum hard and fast, gripping Tech tightly as he twitches inside you, groaning long and deep.

Tech holds your waist and pulls you flush against him, kissing the top of your head. “That was spectacular.”

“Still have any doubts?”

“Absolutely none.”

Bonus:

Tech returns to the Bad Batch barracks, bypassing his brothers and going straight back to his project, tinkering away.

“Did you recover the files?” Crosshair asks.

“What?” Tech looks up, adjusting his goggles as he looks at Crosshair. “Yes, yes, all fine.”

“Took a while.” Hunter comments casually.

“Yes, it was more complicated that we expected.”

The others satisfied, they go back to what they were doing but Hunter eyes off Tech. He could smell something faint on Tech that wasn’t what he usually smells like. Not unpleasant, but different.

Tech then takes off his gloves to fiddle with a small part and that’s when it hits Hunter, the scent increasing tenfold. It was you Hunter could smell. The thought made him lightheaded and he distracted himself by stripping his blaster down to parts and rebuilding it.

But Hunter couldn’t get the scent of you on Techs fingers out of his mind, going to bed and turning away from the room feigning the start of a headache. His brothers ignored him, Crosshair and Wrecker ribbing Tech for more information that he didn’t give, going back to working on a project at the table.

Hunter screws his eyes shut but that seems to make things worse, his imagination picturing you laid out for him while he tasted you. Considering how you smelt, he bet you tasted divine.

He tosses and turns, long after everyone has gone to be but he cant sleep, too over sensitive. Tossing off his blanket he slips out of the barracks and heads for the communal showers, pausing when he arrives sensing someone was there.

He has a quick look and it surprised to see you in the stall, showering will humming to yourself, back towards Hunter.

Hunter ducks back behind the wall, glad you couldn’t see him but the sight of your nude back makes his problem ten times worse and he closes his eyes, hidden from sight until you finally leave and after stripping in the locker room, he steps into your stall and turns on the water, the hot spray giving him something to focus on.

His problem does not ease and resting his head against the cool tile in front of him he takes himself in his hand, burying the shame he feels jerking off to the sight and smell of you. Once hes finished and cleaned up he heads back to his barracks, slipping back into bed.

He doesn’t sleep well that night.

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A knock on your apartment door breaks your attention away from the dinner you were currently cooking, ready for another night alone followed by watching the holonet in an attempt to make yourself ignore the fact that your lover was out there, fighting a war.

Surprised, you turn off the heat ad walk over to the door, unlocking it and then opening it.

Delightfully, Echo is standing in the door frame, helmet tucked into his side and an unreadable expression on his face.

“Echo!” You exclaim, a grin spreading across your face. ”I didn’t know you were going to be on planet today.”

Before you have a chance to invite him in, Echo stalks in, tossing his helmet on your carpeted floor and grabbing you, shutting the door closed with his foot. He spins you around, pinning you against the wall, his mouth attacking your neck with a ferocity you haven’t seen from him before. Not that you weren’t enjoying it, but you know it meant something was wrong.

“On your knees.” Echo commands and it sends a jolt of arousal through your body. When you don’t respond, he pushes down on your shoulders. “On. Your. Knees.” He growls and you gently push him off you.

“Echo?” You say softly, placing your hands on his upper arms. You don’t think he would ever hurt you, but his behaviour was unusual, and you couldn’t predict how he might react. Your soft words seem to break him out of whatever was happening and his eyes widen once he realised what he had done.

“Love, Im so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Echo, whats wrong?”

Echo responds by collapsing against you, his head resting against your chest as you held him, softly stroking his hair. He sobs against you. “We lost Hevy and Cutup.”

“Oh Echo, I’m so sorry.” You say soothingly and just hold him until he finally pulls away, looking at you with pure love, eyes still watery.

“I was just so angry. Us clones have no control over anything! It’s not fair!”

“I know Echo. None of its fair. Losing your brothers, people losing their homes. The pain, the death. But all you can do is live to fight another day. Be there for your brothers.”

Echo sags a little, clearly emotionally wrung out. He must been festering these feelings the whole trip back. He finally steps away with a peck to your cheek to go inspect what you had been cooking before.

“Smells good.”

“Its almost ready. Ill just get it finished now if you want to set the table?” You say, a bit wary that Echo had snapped back to normal so quickly. Now wasn’t the time to prod any further.

All throughout dinner, Echo tries but you can tell that he’s still unhappy and his hearts not in it. You ask him if he wants to talk about it any more but he declines and changes the subject to talk about you. You let it slide.

It’s a little later, when you’re wrapped up in Echos arms when you attempt to try again. Echo cuts you off before you can even get out another word. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Fine.” You pause, changing tacts. “I was thinking Echo” You start, tracing a finger up and down his now bare chest. “I kinda liked it when you boss me around. If you want to do that, id be up for it.”

“Yeah?” Echo asks, a bit surprised.

“Yes – sir.” You reply, smirking against his skin.

“Mmm, I like the way that sounds.”

“I await my next orders, Corporal.”

Echo slides you from out where you were laying against him and you sit up while he stands.

“I want to wear my full kit. Is that ok?”

“Yes sir.” You say seductively.

“You’ll be the death of me.” He says before walking over to where his armor was neatly stacked, putting on each piece on in a rush. He clips on his codpiece and then picks up his helmet, staring at it before putting that on too. He raises up to his full height.

“Come here.” He says and you walk over to him, making sure to swing your hips.

“Look at you, seducing your superior officer. I think that requires a punishment.”

“Yes sir, I’ve been so naughty.” You say, looking up at him through your lashes and batting your eyelids at him, an innocent expression on your face, your hands clasped together behind your back. Echo audibly groans, filtered through the helmet. “On your knees.”

You smirk. You wanted to rile him up a little more.

“I said On. Your. Knees.” He says in a low growl and with a bashful look you apologize and drop to your knees. Echo grabs a pair of magnacuffs and places them on your wrists, leaving your hands bound behind your back.

He pulls off his codpiece and pulls his cock from his bodysuit and its already stiff from arousal, precum oozing from the tip. He takes it in his hand and gazing down at you darkly, he moves his cock in front of your lips and you open your mouth obediently. He slides his cock in with a groan, his eyes shutting automatically.

“Suck.” He commands and you comply, taking him all the way to the base, burying your nose in the dark curls there. You make some swallowing motions which causes Echo to buck against your mouth, his public bone bumping uncomfortably against your nose.

“Maybe you can follow orders.” Echo says as he steadily fucks your face, hands buried in your hair. You look up at him, doe eyed. “Stars you take my cock well.”

“Mmhmm.” You say around his cock, the vibrations driving Echo wild and his cock twitches in your mouth, heavy against your tongue as you run your tongue along the bulging veins. Echo suddenly pulls out, panting above you.

“Sir?” You ask.

“Gonna cum in that pretty mouth if you keep that up.” Echo yanks you up to give you a sloppy open mouthed kiss before reaching behind you, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to your bedroom, tossing you on the bed so you bounce. He removes the cuffs only to undress you before re-attaching them and locking them above your head to the bedframe. As soon as you’re settled he looms over your body, eyes ravenous as they rake over your naked form.

He takes your breasts in his hand, massaging them until your nipples are hard, sticking up. He dips his head down and sucks on one, hard, nipping at the sensitive flesh surrounding it when he finally releases it from his mouth. You moan loudly.

“Permission to speak sir?”

“Granted.” Echo says, not looking up at you and keeping up his ministrations up.

“Fuck me, sir.”

“I suppose you have been a good girl for me.”

Echo releases your nipple and travels down your body, holding your hips down with his strong hands as his mouth hovers of your core, the hot puffs of breath that dance across your sensitive nub not enough. He takes one of his hands and sticks two fingers roughly in your pussy, rubbing them in and out and against that special spot that has you arching off the bed. Echo was so strong he could keep you down with just one hand.

“So wet for me. Such a good little subordinate. Follows my orders well. I should take you with me, leave you tied up like this in my bunk when I’m gone. Keep my cock warm when I’m back.”
Echos eyes lock with yours. “Speak.”

“Yes Echo, anything for you sir. Ill keep your cock warm. Ill be your little fuck toy.”

Echo chuckles darkly. “I like the sound of that.” Echo keeps your gaze as he lines himself and in one swift movement dives into you, snapping his hips roughly against yours as he chases his own release.

“Sir!” You moan as you’re about to reach your peak. ”Please, please let me cum.”

“Not yet.” Echo grunts, still thrusting rapidly in you. You scrunch your eyes in concentration as you try to stop the inevitable tumble over the edge.

“Look at me.” Echo yells and you open your eyes. “Cum for me.” He commands, pulling out just as you tumble over the edge and watches as your entrance clenches around nothing. Echo shuffles forward a bit and with a few more strokes of his cock he cums, painting your chest with his release.

A bit lands within a short distance of your mouth and your tongue darts out to lick it up. “You taste so good sir. You should have cum in my mouth earlier. I would have deserved it.”

Echo collapses on top of you, his cum sticking you both together. “We need to do that more often.” Echo mumbles.

“Echo, love.” Echo looks up at you and your jerk you hands to point out that they were still cuffed.

“I should leave you like this.” He says, chuckling. “But you’re a mess.” You raise your eyebrow at him and tilt your head to point out that it was his fault you were a mess. “Let’s clean up.”

Echo unlocks the cuffs, pulling your wrists to his mouth and kisses them, rubbing them and your arms to get feeling back in your extremities. Once you can wiggle your fingers easily again, He picks you up like he did before and carries you to the refresher, your giggles echoing through your apartment.

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Stepping out in the hotel room, you are quickly met with a few wolf whistles from the batch, your body clad in a dress that made you feel confident and sexy – which is exactly what you needed to pull off this data heist against a Separatist weapons dealer.

The wolf whistles are quickly silenced by a glare from Echo, who is also dressed in a suit. You walk over, your eyes only on him, and Echo puts his hands around your waist to bring you closer. Your hands stroke around the edges of the lapels on his jacket.

“You look handsome.” You say, staring into his brown-gold eyes.

“And you look breathtaking.” Echo replies, fingers stroking the soft fabric of your outfit.

“And we need to get going.” Hunter announces and as a squad you head out.

Your team, consisting of yourself, Echo and Wrecker were to attend the gala, suitably distracting the weapons dealer while the other group, consisting of Hunter, Tech and Crosshair, would infiltrate his hotel suite and get the data.

Echo takes your hand as you all squish in to the turbolift and that’s when you realise Wrecker is also dressed in a suit, the clean lines accentuating his broad frame nicely. You knew he had a concealed blaster, commonplace for an arms dealers bodyguard to have.

“You look nice.” You say, nodding at Wreckers outfit.

“Thanks. You look nice too.” Wrecker replies, blushing slightly.

“Thanks Wreck.”

The squad enters the lobby, exiting out into the warm night on Canto Bight. Wishing you had your combat boots instead of heels, you hobble you way up the cobble steps to where the gala was being held – the casino. Echo kept close, one arm around your waist to catch you if you fell. You didn’t, but you were grateful for the support all the same.

As you reached the entrance, Hunters team peeled off, presumably to wait for the signal that you had engaged the arms dealer so they could make a stealthy entrance and exit without anyone knowing.

Your team enters the gala and you feel Echo press up against your side and Wrecker shadow you from behind. You look at Echo curiously – you didn’t expect this mission to have any sort of danger.

“I don’t like how these patrons are looking at you.” He says in a low voice.

“I’ll be alright Echo, I’ll be fine.”

Wrecker grumbles behind you in disagreement, but says nothing else.

From the moment you enter the party it is smooth sailing. You quickly strike up a conversation with your target, discussing in general terms your business, which Tech had quizzed you extensively on so you were across anything that could be thrown at you. As you pretend to pay attention, you notice Wrecker press his earpiece and say something so quiet neither you nor your companion could here it.

Eventually he gets confirmation that the mission is complete and touches your lower back gently to let you know.

You politely excuse yourself at the appropriate moment and Echo wastes no time in whisking you out of there and back towards the hotel room that the Republic had graciously rented for you for the evening. Wrecker stays behind, waiting for the rest of the batch to regroup and then join you back at the hotel.

As soon as you arrive back, you toss your shoes off and into the room in front of you. Before you are able to do anything else, Echo picks you up and pulls you up against his chest, your legs automatically wrapping around his hips before he sets you on the desk, your legs still bent upwards as he holds them there.

“Echo!” You squeal, his sudden change in behaviour unexpected.

“You think you can wear something like this,” Echos hand trails up your expose calf, all the way up to your thigh. “And get away with it?”

“Echo, it was for a mission.”

Echo ignores you, his fingers dancing across your skin as they go further up. “No panties I see. Its like you knew this would happen.” His fingers reach your folds, his finger running up and down the crease.

“Echo, I-“Anything you were about to say gets cut off as Echo presses his thumb against your sensitive nub, rubbing it in circles that has your hands slamming against the desk to support yourself.

Keeping up his movements, Echo takes his fingers and rims your entrance before sinking this digit all the way in.

“Echo.” You moan as he adds a second finger angling them upwards and rubbing against that special spot inside you, timing both movements together that has you panting as you rapidly approach your peak.

Echo stares at you as your chest heaves and just before you’re about to crest he pulls his fingers away and you frown at him. Echo ignores your annoyance and sticks his still wet fingers into his mouth and sucks hard.

“Delicious.” He says.

“Echo.” You growl. “I was almost there.”

“I know.” He replies as his hand snakes around your neck, thumb caressing your flesh before reaching over and nibbling at you neck, mouth moving lower, down to your collarbone, and finally down to your clavicle, then further down and burying his head against your breasts. You look down at his pale head, one hand reaching up to trace around the metal bits in his skull. Echo pulls away and looks at you hungrily, hastily unbuckling his belt and freeing his cock, rolling a condom on quickly.

“No, I want you to cum on my cock.” In one swift movement he tucks his hands under your bum and drags you forward, burying his cock in your tight heat all the way to the base. You both groan out in pleasure before Echo begins to move, thrusting into you so rapidly that the desk begins to bang against the wall.

“You didn’t see all those eyes on you meshla. I almost shot that kriffing arms dealer for looking at you like you were a meal. Almost bent you over my leg and took you right there and then.” Echo says between thrusts. You are at a loss for words.

“Don’t get me started on Wrecker. I saw how he reacted to you. Pretended to be professional but I didn’t miss that he’d glance down to start at your ass, your exposed back.”

“I’m yours Echo.” You say breathily and Echo growls an affirmative in response.

Just as you begin to feel the pressure build, the door opens and Wrecker steps inside the room, taking one look at your compromising position and throwing his hand up to shield his eyes.

“I’m sorry! I thought this was my room.” Wrecker says.

Echos movements don’t falter. “Either get in or get out. Just close the kriffing door.”

Wrecker tries to back out the door but he’s not watching where he’s going and he bumps into it instead, closing it accidentally, his back resting against it, hand still covering his eyes which you could see his was peeking through.

“Yeah vod?” Echo gets out between grunts. “You like watching me kriff my girl?”

Wrecker shakes his head. Your head tilts back as your high starts to peak.

“She’s close Wrecker. Watch my pretty thing cum. She’s beautiful.” With a loud moan you crest, your walls clamping down on Echo who cums shortly after, bucking into you wildly as he chases his release.

As you come down you look over at Wrecker who is standing there, mouth and eyes wide open.

Echo presses a kiss to your cheek as he pulls out of you, throwing the condom in the trash and tucking himself away and zipping up his pants. He glances over to Wrecker.

“Its what you want, right? I saw you eyeing her all night.”

“Beautiful.” Wrecker mumbles.

“You think I’m beautiful?” You ask nicely and Wrecker nods.

“They all do.” Echo says. “They’d all love to share you.”

“But I’m yours Echo, I only want you.” You automatically say. It had taken a lot of convincing for Echo to believe that you had fallen in love with him over his brothers, but you had got there in the end. He knew how much you loved and adored him.

“I might be willing to share…for an evening.” Echo says, eyeing off Wrecker before looking at you again. “If that’s what the lady wants.”

Your eyes search Echos, looking for permission that this was ok and he gives you a short nod in response. After pulling him in for a searing kiss you let go, and he steps away, staying close but out of the way.

You hold your hands out to Wrecker, beckoning for him to come closer. After he checks with Echo, he walks over to you and settles himself between your still open legs.

“Can I kiss you?” Wreckers asks softly and your eyes flit over to Echo who nods again. You look up at Wrecker through your lashes and nod your head.

Wrecker reaches down and captures you lips in a sweet kiss, his large hand cupping the side of your face. The pad of his finger, which feels rough without his gloves, stroke your face tenderly.

He eventually pulls away and smiles softly at you. “Thought about that a lot, sweets.”

“Don’t get used to it.” Echo barks out from his viewing position, having now settled in a chair halfway across the room, facing you both.

“Where do you want me?” Wrecker asks and you turn your head to look at Echo, who was looking absolutely feral, his cock hard again and straining against his dress pants.

“Eat her out Wrecker, she tastes just as good as she looks.”

Looking up at Wrecker, your skin flushes at the idea of Wreckers head between your legs. “Please Wrecker.”

Wrecker goes to drop to his knees but your hand is on his chest, and you can’t help but squeeze the thick muscle there, stopping him. He looks at you questioningly.

“Bed. Take me to bed, Wrecker.”

Wrecker hoists you up easily, laying you softly on the bed. You lay your head back on the pillow and Wrecker positions himself between your legs, playfully biting your inner thigh as he inches closer to his prize. Your dress, which is bunched up around your waist, now severely wrinkled.

Feeling Wreckers hot breath on your core, you encourage him by taking the back of his head and pushing it forward and his mouth latches on to your clit and your hands grip his head, struggling to find purchase on the smooth dome.

“Wrecker!” You shout, your legs writhing as he licks and sucks you clit, hands hooking around your thighs to hold you still and bring you even closer to his mouth. You see him rut against the mattress below him, still completely dressed.

His tongue slides in easily into your wet cunt, and he laps the juices from your previous release, moaning into you which heightens the pleasure. His tongue curls up and you can feel it flickering against your walls. Your pants spurring him on he varies his movements, tongue lapping at your cunt before sucking on your clit and moving back down again. Its not long before you’re grinding against his face, his tongue deep in your cunt while you use his nose for friction against you nub until you’re cumming all over his mouth, Wrecker lapping it up happily.

When you finally stop squirming, he pulls his face away to reveal the mess you made on his face, grinning at you. “Good?”

“Good? Stars Wrecker, that was amazing.”

“I’ve been told I’m good with my mouth. I have to, on account of me being...well...” Wreckers hand scratches the back of his neck nervously.

“Can I see?” You ask, propping yourself up on your forearms.

Wrecker looks to Echo who is sitting extremely still, except for his cock which he had freed from his pants and was holding in his hand, squeezing slightly as if to fend off a second orgasm.

“You can have a peek.” Echo says, standing up.

Wrecker releases himself from his pants and your mouth gapes at how big he was, the tip read and steadily leaking.

“That’s enough of a look.” Echo says, climbing on the bed and straddling your torso, his cock practically reaching for your mouth.

“Can...can he kriff me?”

“Think you can take him?”

“Echo, you made me so wet. Stretched me out for him. I think I can take him.”

Echo turns his body to look at Wrecker. “As she wishes.”

Echo keeps your attention on him as you feel Wrecker shuffle around your legs and you hear a creak in the frame as he kneels before shuffling forward. You can feel the tip of his cock prod your entrance and you knew even with two orgasms it was going to be a stretch.

Wrecker pushes forward slowly and your automatically tense and the intrusion, bigger than anything you had ever taken before. He pauses and Echo reaches down to kiss you which causes you to relax and Wrecker slides in as far as he can go with a soft sigh. After giving you both a few minutes to adjust, Echo commands Wrecker to move and he begins with short thrusts, allowing your body to adjust even more, going deeper and harder once you do. Echo places his cock at your lips and you take him easily, suckling on the head before taking him all the way to the base, arms wrapping around his tight tush as you use that as leverage to bob up and down. Echo stays still, allowing you to do all the movement but his head is tipped back, a low rumble in his chest, which was heaving.

With Wrecker filling you so nicely it doesn’t take long for another orgasm to build and you suck harder on Echo until hes screaming your name and cumming down your throat. Only once you had taken ever last drop do you allow your release to wash over you, Wrecker following shortly after. He pulls out gingerly, tossing the condom in the trash along with Echos from before.

Wrecker stands up, pulling up his pants and closing them, unsure what to do.

Echo gets up to get your night clothes, pulling them gently off you and dressing you and pulling the bed cover over you while you lay there blissed out.

“Get out.” Echo says to Wrecker, although not angrily.

“Cant he stay?” You mumble, eyes half closed. “You keep saying how cold you are at night. And Wreckers so waarrrmmm.”

“You made her cockdumb.”

Wrecker chuckles.

“Plleeaassee?” You whine and Echo sighs.

“Fine.”

Wrecker strips down to just his underthings, getting in behind you and pulling you flush against his chest. Echo raises an eyebrow while he changes but says nothing, and you pat the space in front of you.

Once dressed in his night clothes, Echo slides in next to you and you spoon him. When Wrecker and Echo are sure you’re asleep, they speak once more.

“Thanks Echo. I know how much she means to you.”

“Whatever she wants, ill give to her. Just don’t go telling the others. I don’t want them getting any ideas.”

Wrecker chuckles and you make a soft sound in your sleep. The boys drift off soon after.

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When Echo joins the Bad Batch, he can’t work out why you were so nice to him, nice to everyone.

In a place where optimism and joy were snuffed out with the horrors of war, here you were, holding on, nothing but a ray of sunshine despite their bleak reality.

Echo didn’t deserve your kindness, having cheated death in a war where many of his brothers had not been so lucky.

The cups of his favourite tea that you had sourced from far away worlds with your own credits to the photo you had taken of the squad shortly after he joined and giving everyone a copy, to just sitting with him at night when he couldn’t sleep, a calming presence and not asking for anything in return.

Echo does what he thinks is best to save himself and you from attachment, from heartbreak. He keeps you at a distance, exuding gruffness and being short and sharp with you. This still doesn’t deter you and day by day you break down his walls only for him to build them back up again.

Until one day when they all come crumbling down.

Despite the Bad Batches 100% success rate, that did not stop them having missions where everything went wrong. This was one of those missions.

Deep inside the Separatist facility, you duck behind a control panel that Echo had scomped into to, giving him cover fire while he downloaded the necessary files, Tech doing the same thing at the other end of the facility since they did not have a central database. Except the number of droids they had estimated based on their recon had been way under, and currently they were being overwhelmed.

“Almost done?” You ask Echo, popping up and taking out the closest droids, ducking back behind cover as they start shooting back.

“I would be if you didn’t ask me every few seconds.” Echo says grumpily.

“Sorry Echo, its just we’re being overrun, and we need to get out of here.” You reply, looking at him sheepishly, not a hint of sarcasm.

Echo focusses and a few seconds later he announces that hes finished, just as you lob an electrical detonator over towards the group of droids. Hearing a whistle of a bomb, you grab Echo and yank him out of the way just in time, the control panel exploding where you just were and you shield yourselves from shrapnel as you roll, the explosion knocking you and Echo apart.

Turning to your side, you see Echo roll to a stop, shooting droids that hadn’t been taken out in the blast, and that’s when your detonator goes off, Echo being engulfed in the blue lightning.

“Echo!” You yell, scrambling to get up and race over to him, shooting as many droids as you could before dragging Echo behind some cover, quickly looking over him, His eyes were closed and when you check his pulse its not there and you stick him with the stim from your back and he wakes with a gasp.

“Echo, are you alright?” You ask, eyes frantically searching his face.

“Fine.” Echo grunts before he takes stock of his body and realises that the electrical burst has knocked out the connection to his legs. “I can’t move.”

Quickly ducking out and lobbing another explosive and shooting at droids, you come back to Echo, quickly opening up the access panel on his legs and checking the wiring. “Its fried Echo, I cant fix it. Tech might be able to, on the ship. But we have to get out of here.”

Echo nods and you press your earpiece, signalling to the rest of the squad. “Echo is down. Too many droids.”

“Crosshair, get there and give them cover fire while they retreat. Wrecker, as soon as you’ve finished clearing your section help Echo get back to the ship. Tech you gotta get the ship ready to go.” Hunter barks into the comm and you hear a round of affirmatives before it cuts out.

Grabbing Echo by the shoulders, you begin to drag him away, shooting as well as you could with the restricted movement. Thankfully Crosshair shows up minutes later, throwing a few reflector discs down the hall and firing, clearing out the remaining droids from this section. With a nod to you, you hoist Echo up between yourselves, his arms around your shoulders and you make it out of the facility, Wrecker taking over when he comes crashing in, ripping a droid head off its body with glee.

You manage to retreat into the Marauder, Tech taking off moments later just as the vulture droids power up and Crosshair goes to the gunners mount while Hunter goes to the cockpit, Wrecker following soon after, depositing Echo in a seat and you hear them start arguing about what went wrong and why.

Tuning them out, you focus on Echo. “Are you alright?” You ask again, ignoring the sharp pain in your back as you twist to check him over.

“I’m useless.” Echo says, crossing his arms over your chest.

“You’re not useless Echo, its my fault, I shouldn’t have thrown that detonator.”

“You couldn’t have known about the missile.” Echo counters.

“You’ll be fine.” You announce, standing up and suddenly your head feels light, the blood rushing out of your head. “Just a few scrapes.”

Echo looks up at you. He can tell something is wrong, all colour gone from your face.

That’s when you pass out.

“Tech!” Echo hollers from his spot, unable to move to assist you as you lay unmoving on the floor. Echo hears a quick conversation between Tech and Hunter and Hunter takes over piloting the ship, getting the ship into space and into hyperspace as Tech kneels next to you, checking your body and that’s when they both see it, the large piece of shrapnel jutting out from your lower right side, blood dripping from the wound rapidly.

Everything to Echo seems like a blur from that moment, Tech taking over and getting you to a rack, and its touch and go for a while and Echo is pretty sure you die on Tech more than once as he works on you, removing the shrapnel and patching you up, not sleeping to keep you stable as they rush back to Kamino.

When they touch down it’s a whirl of movement, a team of medics taking over and whisking you out of the ship and off to med bay, the Bad Batch watching on with worry.

“They will be fine now they are under the proper supervision.” Tech declares, wiping his bloody hands on a towel that Crosshair passes him. “I can take a look at your prostetics now if you wish Echo.”

Echos eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Tech, you haven’t slept for the last two cycles.”

“Regaining your mobility has more importance.”

Hunter shakes his head at his brother. “Echo is right Tech. You need sleep. We all do.”

When they reach their barracks after stopping by the communal showers and mess for food, they all trudge off to their respective bunks. Safe to say, none of them sleep well that night.

Echo is the first to wake, as he always is, picking up his datapad to see that a notification had come through while they were all out, and that you were stable and would make a full recovery after forced medical leave. The bad news was that they had new mission orders and would have to leave you behind, which becomes a hot topic of debate when the others are given the news.

“We can’t just leave ‘em!” Wrecker says, gripping Lula.

“We have received new mission orders. We do not have a choice.” Tech says, tinkering with the wiring in Echos leg.

“When have we ever followed orders.” Crosshair says, leaning against the wall.

“These ones have come from high command. We cant ignore them.” Hunter says.

“But its not fair! We’re not a complete squad without ‘em.” Wrecker moans.

“I could stay.” Echo says quietly and four pairs of eyes look at him.

“You’re part of the squad too Echo.” Tech finishes connecting the wires, closing up the access panel and restoring movement in his prostetics. “And you have now been repaired and would be cleared for duty.”

“Repaired.” Echo scoffs.

“Hes not a droid.” Crosshair says icily.

Tech seems to realise his poor choice of words. “My apologies, I did not mean it like that.”

“Its alright Tech.” Echo says with a shrug. “I could probably say my legs are acting up and need recalibration. Keeps me on base so I can keep an eye on them.”

“Are you sure? You haven’t exactly been the nicest around them.” Hunter says wearily.

Echo sighs. “I know. Its time I changed that.”

“If you’re sure.” Hunter repeats and Echo nods firmly. “Alright, lets pack it up here and get going. The quicker we can complete this mission the quicker we can get back here to a complete squad.”

“Yeah, lets destroy some droids!” Wrecker cheers and they all file out, leaving Echo alone.

After filing his medical leave request, Echo heads to the medbay.

Echo stays in the medbay by your side for the next few days, the medics not paying him any attention as they routinely change your fluids since you were in an induced coma to assist with healing, which should be complete in the next cycle due to the bacta baths you were having, the shrapnel having hit major internal organs.

“Echo?”

Your voice sounds so weak when you speak for the first time, waking up slowly, Echo watching you carefully.

“Im here.” Echo responds and you give a weak smile, hand reaching out to his and he allows you to take it, your skin feeling so warm against his.

“Others?”

“On another mission. They’ll be back and annoying you again in no time.” Echo gives a half smile and you light up in response. Echos façade that he kept up with you breaks and he savours your touch, head slumping forward to rest on the bed next to you.

Your other hand strokes the back of his head tenderly as Echo quietly sobs next to you. Now was your chance to ask the question that had plagued you for so long. “Echo, why did you push me away?”

Echo looks up at you with watery eyes. “I don’t deserve you. It was easier to push you away then let someone else in that I could lose easily. I love you mesh’la.”

“Oh Echo.” You reply, tenderly wiping the tears away. “I love you too.”

Footsteps approach and Echo clears his throat, wiping away any remaining tears and hardening his gaze as the medic comes in. They don’t mention anything besides that you were discharged, back to complete health.

“They don’t need to take it easy?” Echo asks and the medic shakes their head.

“In this war, we don’t have the luxury to have good operatives take it easy.”

You thank the medic, smiling at him warmly as he leaves, shuffling to get yourself out of bed and Echos there, propping you up as you regain your balance and even though you regain it and can stand on your own you don’t say anything, allowing Echo to support you as you walk back to your quarters. Echo helps you back to your bed and you lay there, a sparkle in your eyes.

Echo gets up to leave but your hand on his wrist stops him. “Stay?” You ask nicely and Echo cant help but comply, pulling up a chair and sitting down next to you.

Stretching your hands out in front of you, you flex your body and confirm that there was no pain. “You know Echo, I could use some physical exercise.”

“I’m sure we could go to the gym but I’d still prefer you take it easy.”

“I know of some light activity we can do right here.” You say, winking at Echo.

Echo blushes, catching on to what you were saying. “Love, I don’t think you’re up to that kind of thing. Arent you moving fast?”

“Don’t we always move fast?”

“I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do.” Echo says, concerned you might hurt yourself even if this is everything hes wanted since he met you, picturing this very moment when he’s all alone and needs a release.

“Do you want this Echo? I’ll understand if you don’t want to. We can just…cuddle, or something. I don’t mind.”

“Stars yes.”

“Then I want to do you Echo.” You reply grinning as you yank Echo forward, pressing your lips against this and he sighs happily as he positions himself over your body, taking care not to put any pressure on your wound which you are quick to shoot down, flipping you both so you’re on top, lips still connected in a heated kiss. Echo reaches a hand to knead your ass and you grab his hand, pulling it into your panties and towards your core as you hook your right leg up, giving Echo full access. He tentatively swipes a finger near your hole.

“You feel that Echo? How wet I am for you? Touch me Echo.”

Echo presses a finger inside your entrance and your writhe on top of him, encouraging him, pleading with him for more and he complies, adding a second finger, and then a third as he steadily pumps them in and out of your core, and you push back on his fingers, desperate for more. For him.

Hastily you remove each others clothes, lips only breaking apart when necessary, latching back on to eachother like a lifeline as you position yourself over Echos member and slide down onto it, both of you groaning into eachothers mouths.

As Echo picks up the pace you cant help but wince as a twitch of pain spikes in your wound and Echo, who didn’t miss it, turns you both to the side, taking any pressure off your wound as he bucks his hips upwards, your hands grappling at his ass, pushing him deeper, closer into you and after a few more erratic thrusts you both reach your peaks, shuddering against one another as your ride out your highs, Echo pressing his forehead to yours until you both calm down and catch your breath.

“Wow.” You cant help but say.

“I think that was a bit much physical exercise for you love.”

“I don’t know Echo, I think I could go for a bit more.” You say cheekily and Echo pulls you against his chest, his deep laugh warming your body again as you lay there with him.

Looks like the sunshine broke through the clouds after all.

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The last mission you had gone on with the Bad Batch had been rough. Terribly stressful. So when the Republic offered the whole squad some shore leave you all jumped at the opportunity to get some rest and de-stress a bit.

After sharing a meal together, you had elected to go back to the hotel room for an early night, weary from days past. Hunter had politely offered to walk back with you while the others went out to the nearest bar to either get drunk or go home with someone for their own stress relief. You had protested to Hunter, saying you would be fine walking back on your own, but he insisted, saying he had a bit of a headache anyway.

Once you were safely back in your room, you read for a while before hitting the refresher and cleaning up. Exiting the refresher, you slide under the covers of your soft bed, leaning over the side to get the little suction toy out of the depths of your bag.

Turning it on, you press it to your clit and immediately sigh in relief as it works its magic silently, something you had ensured when you had purchased the thing. You work yourself up, twisting and jerking it against your body, tossing the covers off the side of your body as you grew hotter. Unsurprisingly, you reach the precipice of your peak quite quickly and that’s when it all went wrong.

In the room next door, Hunter was also in bed when he felt the vibrations from your room – slow, at first and then working up to a higher setting. He could hear your heartbeat – loud, thrumming in your chest and your smell. He could smell the sweet tang of your sex.

Hunter had harboured feelings for you for a while, but he could never summon the courage to tell you, figuring you wouldn’t be interested in a clone and could do better than him once the war was over. While you were free with your affection, often falling asleep on Hunters lap as you watched a holo together, you were open with all of his brothers, whether that was cuddling with Wrecker, quick hugs with Tech or even head massages with Crosshair when he let his guard down enough to let you in. It was just who you were.

Hunter just laid back and let the feelings of what you were doing next door just wash over him, his cock growing hard very quickly, arching up and resting against his stomach. With a small amount of guilt that he pushes to the back of his mind, he takes himself in his hand, stroking his member in time with your movements. He quickly reaches his release, but he was determined not to cum until you did.

Hunter was practically pained when a few minutes (which was your usual speed) stretched into ten, and then twenty and you still hadn’t peaked. His hips jerk and he quickly pinches the base of his cock to stop himself. He could tell you were close; he could feel your whole body tense and shaking.

After a little bit longer, Hunter had abandoned touching himself altogether to cool off, pulling his pillow over his ears as if that will stop him from feeling everything. Unable to handle it any longer and incredibly frustrated, he tosses off his own covers and pulls on a pair of sweatpants, stomping out of his room and without knocking, bursts into your room.

You squeak in surprise, pulling the covers back over your body but it was too late for Hunter, he had already seen the soft curves of your body.

“Would you give it a rest?” Hunter yells, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes briefly.

He opens them again to see your glaring at him, absolutely furious.

“What, is me minding my own business bothering you?” You say hotly.

“Don’t play dumb. I can sense that ‘quiet’ toy of yours.” Hunter spits back.

“The idea of me finding pleasure is that repulsive that you clearly feel the need to interrupt me from whatever is currently keeping your bed warm?” You gesture to his crotch and Hunter realises his sweat pants do nothing to hide his aching erection, tenting the front of the fabric.

His mind catches up with your words, realising what you said and hes stunned. You thought he found you undesirable? That he had gone back out after you separated and found a senseless fuck?

“Get out Hunter.” You yell at him, tossing one of the cushion directly at his chest and it hits his chest uselessly, falling to the ground at his feet.

“Not until you cum.” Hunter says as if its an order.

“Why, so you can go about your activities without the thought of me in the back of your head?”

“Because I won’t let myself cum until you do.” Hunter says, the words almost jumbling together as he raises his hand to his forehead, clearly frustrated.

You frown at Hunter. That was unexpected. And oddly polite of him. “What?”

Hunter sighs and hangs his head. “I care about you.”

“You do?” You thought you were being obvious with your feelings with Hunter, watching holos late at night and using him as your personal pillow most of the time. You thought he wasn’t interested in you like that. Guess you were wrong.

“I do. I understand if you don’t feel the same about me. Im just a clone.”

“Hunter, you’re more than that.” You say frowning at his lack of self worth. “You’re a leader, a fighter, a good brother, and…” You pause and Hunter looks at your adoration in his eyes. “and pretty damn handsome.” You finish with a curve of your lips.

“You think so?”

You wiggle your eyebrows, gesturing for him to come closer and he does, sitting on the bed next to you. You slip out from under the covers and you think you see Hunters soul leaves his body when you straddle his lap, completely naked and his hands automatically encircle your waist, hands gently holding your soft flesh. Lightly pushing his shoulder, Hunter lays back but you remain upright, your hands roaming his chiselled chest.

“I know so.” You reply, squeezing his pectoral muscles and Hunter groans, tipping his head back as you continue to worship his body, licking along the hand planes of his chest.

Pulling off his sweatpants, his cock springs free from its confines, already dribbling precum. You take him in your hand and he leans upwards, resting on his elbows as he watches you slowly spread it all along his length, not giving him any pressure.

Lifting your hips up, you guide him to your entrance and sink down, taking him fully, his length sliding in easily and filling you nicely and you both moan in unison.

Hunter tugs you down so your laying across his chest and kisses you gently and you smile against his mouth.

“Hunter, I’ve been waiting long enough, as have you. Fuck me already.”

Hunter flips you both so hes on top, one hand wrapped around your waist and holding you close to his chest, the other bent and supporting his weight as he uses the leverage to give you long stroke, each movement making your body tingle.

Clearly having been on the edge himself, it doesn’t take long for Hunter to pick up his pace, eyes staring into yours as he pounds into you ands your hands scrabble at his back as you begin to reach your peak, expect this time you tumble over the edge, your mouth opening in surprise as your orgasm rips through you, more intense than anything you had felt, especially from just penetration alone.

Hunter soon follows, his pace staying steady as he rolls his hips, chasing his release. He eventually slows down and sets you back on the bed, leaning down to kiss you again before closing his eyes and resting his head against yours as your arms weave around his neck. He flips you both over so you’re on top again, remaining inside you while he softens.

Feeling warm, and content, you fall asleep in his arms.

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Stretching your hands as far above your head as you can reach, you let out a big sigh, letting your hands flop back down against the sand.

It had been a big day, spending it with the Batch at the beach, Omega and Wrecker, your boyfriend, pulling you into all sorts of water based shenanigans, Hunter acting as mediator while Tech and Echo stayed on the beach under an umbrella, Echo getting some much needed sunshine while Tech applied four hundred layers of sunscreen, finally joining you all in the water towards the end of your adventure.

The others had all packed up a little while ago, Omega tucked in Hunters arms, too tuckered out to walk back to the hut that you had rented for all of you, a treat for them after a few successful missions. They all needed a break, you included.

“Ready to go babe?” Wrecker asks, turning his head to the side where he lay next to you.

“Yeah.” You say sadly and Wrecker grins at you, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you on top of him, giving you an excited kiss which he deepens as his hands roam around your mostly exposed back.

Wrecker breaks away. “Sure about that?” He wiggles his eyebrows and you swat his chest playfully.

“We’re not doing anything here Wrecker. I don’t want sand in my bits for the next hundred rotations!”

You both laugh as you climb off Wrecker and holding out your hand, which Wrecker takes, not that he needed your help to get up.

After packing up your things, you head back to the hut, basking in the climate controlled room when you step inside the door, making sure you both hosed your feet and legs down before entering.

“Shower?” Wrecker says with a hint of hope but you’re already two steps ahead of him, shedding your swimsuit and walking naked to the refresher while Wrecker picks his jaw up from the floor, following you eagerly.

The water is already a comfortable temperature by the time Wrecker has shed his clothing and joined you, stepping in behind you and you’re glad it’s a double width shower.

Grabbing some bodywash in your hands, you take your time lathering up your hands before sensually rubbing it all over Wreckers body, paying special attention to his beautiful ass, the strong muscles clenching as you knead each cheek.

Wrecker tries to grab your hands to stop you, taking your hands in his as you look up at him lovingly. “Its my job to take care of you.” He mumbles and you shake your head.

“No sweet boy, its my turn to take care of you.”

Wrecker preens under your words and loving gaze and you turn off the water, stroking Wreckers cheek before reaching up on your tiptoes to kiss him, Wreckers arms wrapping around your middle.

You take time to dry eachother off before Wrecker hoists you up, your legs wrapping around his middle as he takes you to the bed, laying you down and the sea breeze dances across your skin, the window open but each hut was completely private so you didn’t need to worry about prying eyes.

Wrecker settles himself over you but you shake your head, pushing him over and leaning over him. “Its my turn to take care of you. Do you think you can do that for me Wreck?”

Wrecker nods, eyes wide as you press kisses along his jawline, over his mangled ear and facial scar before moving to his neck, his chest where you take your time, sucking and tweaking on his nipples, causing Wrecker to groan, tipping his head back as you worked on him, moving further down, on his stomach, his hip bones and then ghosting past his hard member and working your way up from his calves to his inner thighs and only then do you take him in, massaging his member and balls, Wrecker shuddering above you.

His head tips forward to watch as you ghost your breath over the tip, precum already leaking out before you tenderly kiss it, your tongue darting out to lick up everything that dribbled out, savouring the salty taste on your tongue. You take your time, kissing down the shaft, licking all the way back up before taking him entirely in your mouth and the only sounds you can hear besides the soft crashing of the waves is the suckling sounds you were making and Wreckers laboured breathing.

“Please mesh’la.” Wrecker says, and you can tell hes on the edge, his thighs trembling either side of you.

“Not yet Wrecker. Do you think you can hold on a bit longer for me sweet boy?”

“Only for you.” Wrecker mumbles, having trouble focussing on you but he pats his shoulders, gesturing for you to settle yourself there.

“Wanna make you feel good.”

“You already do, love.” You reply running your hands up his thighs.

“Please. Please.” Wrecker pants and you cant deny him, climbing up his body and settling your knees either side of his head and he hooks his arms around your thighs, bringing your pussy to his mouth, slowly licking up your core, suckling on your clit gently before his tongue probes your entrance, sliding in and he flattens his tongue, running it against the soft fleshy spot inside you that has you attempting to grip his head between your thighs, but Wrecker firm hold stops you. He takes his time, bringing you to your release slowly, your peak crashing like the waves outside as you ride it out against Wreckers face and he finally releases you legs, grinning up at you.

“I thought I was meant to take care of you.” You say, titling your head as you settle your core against Wreckers stomach, your hands and arms running up from his stomach to his shoulders and wrapping them around his neck.

“Nothing brings me more joy than being between your legs.” Wrecker says and you smile softly, leaning down to kiss him gently.

“Ready Wreck?” You ask, poising yourself above his cock.

“Stars yes.” He replies and you sink down on his length with a breathy sigh as he stretches you out. “Feel so good around me cya’re. I could die happy being buried inside you.”

“Mmmm. You feel so good Wrecker.” You reply as you lift your hips, sliding down slowly on his length, forehead pressed together and eyes locked as he thrusts up into you, meeting your movements.

Your movements start to become erratic as you feel your release building up again, this one more like the storms you had watched from the safety of your accommodation on the first night you arrived, wrapped up in Wreckers arms as the lighting raced across the sky. With a gasp, the tension in your lower belly snaps and you convulse around Wreckers cock, your toes curling in pleasure, Wrecker riding out his own release before stilling and you stay on top of him a little longer while you catch your breath.

“S’perfect.” Wrecker says, caressing your cheek as you gaze tenderly into eachothers eyes.

Eventually you slide off Wrecker, pulling his back against your chest and while its not the most comfortable you’ve ever been with the size difference, you turn your head and press your cheek against Wreckers back, falling asleep with your love.

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The cold from the hard ground seeps through your flightsuit as you kneel, the bubbling of hot lava the only sound. The bay doors open and your employer strides confidently towards you, stopping and looming over you. Your head remains bowed.

“Your reputation proceeds you Mandalorian. Bring me CT-1409.” The modulated voice says.

“Yes, my lord.” You reply obediently.

“Succeed and your abilities will remain hidden from the Empire. Fail me and you will not live to regret it.” The low voice sends chills down your spine. There was no doubt that he would follow through and you would receive the same fate as so many of your kind.

“Yes, Lord Vader.”

Vader turns on his heel, cape swishing as he leaves. Only once the bay doors have completely sealed themselves do you look up, the hangar bay empty save for you and your ship. Picking up your helmet from where it rested next to you, you head into your ship and take off, the fiery landscape of Mustafar casting an eery orange glow over the cockpit.

Your first stop is a heavily Imperial-controlled planet, a tip from someone who owed you that you would find the person you were looking for here.

Docking your ship and paying the docking fees, a solid cover story in place that you feed to the mindless officers who barely look at you as you speak, you head to the cantina in town, stepping inside as the smell of stale alcohol and body odour hits you. Wrinkling your nose at the smell, you make your way towards the bar, spotting the tall silver haired clone you were here for.

Sliding into the seat next to him, you set your helmet on the bar next to you and wave down the bartender. “I’ll have whatever hes having.” You say and the bartender nods, going off to make your drink as you turn your attention to your companion.

“Crosshair, right?”

Crosshairs eyes appraise you before they move down to stare at his drink. “Go away.” He says.

“Not really my style. I hear that you know the whereabouts of a certain squad. What do the call themselves? The Bad Batch?”

Crosshair doesn’t look at you and keeps his facial expression neutral, but you sense the spike in anxiety at the mention of his old squad.

“Dead, the lot of them. I killed them.” He replies coldly.

“Not what I heard.” You say, picking up your drink now that it had arrived but setting it down without drinking, your eyes boring into the side of Crosshairs head and he finally looks you in the eyes. Waving your hand discretely, you use the force to tap into Crosshairs mind and hes in a daze as you probe his thoughts, and that’s when you find what you’re looking for. Ord Mantell. It was cute how he kept tabs on his brothers despite being away from them for so long. Helping them even.

Releasing his mind and making him forget the last few minutes, you stand up, plucking a few credits from your pocket and setting them on the bar. “Next ones on me.” You say, leaving Crosshair who watches you with narrow eyes and just before you exit you give him a two fingered salute, smirking as you leave and make your way back to your ship.

As you walk through the streets of Ord Mantell, you feel almost nude in just your normal civilian clothes, your armour locked away safely on your ship.

You’re a little surprised that the planet doesn’t have more of an Imperial presence, but that’s dispelled as you walk through the seedier parts of the town, dark shadows leering in corners while dodgy deals took place away from prying eyes. The market is more lively, people bartering happily as they purchase their meals for the evening, and you hold up your hand to decline when someone tries to sell you something.

Arriving at Cid’s bar, another hint from another person who owed you, you take a deep breath and enter the establishment, making a beeline for the bar and ordering a drink, sipping it as you surveyed the room.

To your disappointment, the Bad Batch are nowhere to be found and even though you wait late into the night they still don’t show up, so feeling mildly disappointed you head back to your ship for the night, returning the next night only to fall into the same cycle of disappointment.

Its almost a week, and finally they return from whatever mission they were on, boisterously entering the bar, Hunter heading to the back while Tech made a beeline to the arcade machines, Wrecker and Omega playing pool and Echo just watching quietly. You manage to catch his eye, raising your glass in his direction before turning back to the bar and he takes the bait, coming over and ordering himself and his brothers a round as he leans against the bar.

“Hey.” You say, swirling the liquid in your glass before setting it back down on the tabletop. You introduce yourself, Echo providing you with his name. You fall into an easy conversation with Echo, enjoying his company much more than you thought you would, and it’s not lost on you how he looks at you, blushing when you give him the slightest of compliments.

Grabbing his hand and leading him out of the bar, much to the delight from the hollering of his brothers and sister, you lead Echo to accommodation you had hired just as he had arrived, the discreet receptionist not passing any comment as you take him up to your room. Once inside, you both sit down on the bed and you lean forward to kiss him, his lips soft, but a little cold but as you move yours against his in no time they’re warm.

He lays you back gently and you allow him to undress you and your heart breaks when he allows you to do the same to him, his body littered with scars and so you kiss each and every one of them, Echo melting under your touch with every kiss.

Settling yourself between his legs you take his member into your mouth, exploring every ridge with your tongue, Echo falling apart above you. His hand rests on your neck, gently rubbing his thumb over the skin there as his chest heaves and he stops you before he can find his release, pulling you atop him and in one swift movement, after asking for your consent, he sheaths himself inside you with a low groan and you move together as one, allowing yourself to get lost in the feeling with him and its not long until your both sweaty messes, moaning into each others mouths as you cum in unison.

Echo slips out of you and goes to move but you pull him close, his back pressed against your chest as your thumb rubs circles on his hipbone. Pulling the covers over you both, Echo falls asleep almost instantly, cuddled against you.

You savour the moment but once you’re sure his asleep you pull away, giving Echo your pillow for him to clutch onto while he sleeps.

Looking over his peaceful slumbering form you can’t bring yourself to take him now. You realise that he was unlikely to have had such a good rest in a long time, so you rifle through his pockets, fishing out his comm and placing the tracker inside. Putting the comm back where you found it, you feel a pull towards him, and you settle yourself back into Echos arms, falling into a deep sleep.

You’re gone by the time Echo wakes up in the morning and he kicks himself for not getting your comm frequency before you got distracted, and intimate. Just the thought of being intimate with you again causes Echo to blush and think how lucky he was that you had wanted to be with him. Despite your abrupt departure, Echo felt like he had a connection with you, and really hoped he would see you again.

You didn’t want to leave, you think to yourself as you pull your armour back on, sighing in content once everything was back on and in place. Echo had been so sweet and caring and even now you could feel the bright spark of his force signature, all the way across town.

Pushing those dangerous feelings aside, you settle into the pilots seat, powering up your ship and taking off, jumping to hyperspace shortly after as you lay in wait.

They make a good team, you say to yourself, watching through your viewfinder as they infiltrate the factory, Tech copying the data while Echo covers him, Hunter, Wrecker and Omega taking on some security droids that they had accidentally triggered.

Someone manages to power down the security droids, Echo, you think, and Tech finishes copying the data and they make their hasty exit, making it to their ship and you don’t have the opportunity to execute your plan. Shaking your head, you go to your own ship. There would be a next time.

And there was, a few days later when they drop out of hyperspace and your tracker sends the data to you and you fly there, arriving only hours after them.

Heading for the nearest rooftop, you lay in wait, the squad walking through the empty streets, clearly heading somewhere to meet someone and as you expected, Omega runs off, Hunter calling after her but with no real rush or fear.

Perfect.

Jumping off the roof and activating your jetpack, you swoop down and grab Omega, lighting your saber and holding it across her body. You feel Omega spike with fear before it ebbs away and turns more into fascination as the object in front of her, the black blade with white edging, flickers in front of her.

“Let her go!” Hunter yells at you and you smirk from under the helmet.

“I don’t want to hurt her.” You say calmly.

“Then let her go.” Hunter replies, edging closer with his blaster raised. All four of them have their blasters raised in your direction.

“Not until I get what I want.” You say firmly, backing up, but you end up backing yourself into an open courtyard.

“What do you want with her?”

You let out a chuckle. “Not her.” Your helmets visor turns to Echo. “I want CT-1409.”

“Me?” Echo says in surprise but you’re not focussed on him, focussed on Hunter who had a surge of confidence. It appeared the fifth member had arrived.

“Yes. Come with me and she doesn’t get harmed.”

Double vision: blaster bolt from the top right building behind you, aiming for your shoulder holding the saber.

You allow the bolt to leave the barrel, free hand raised, fingers pinched close together and you don’t have to turn to know the bolt is frozen mid-air, sparking. With a click of your fingers, it winks out of existence.

Echo sighs wearily, reholstering his weapons and moving towards you. Hunter grabs his arm. “You can’t seriously be considering this.”

“Its me or Omega, Hunter. We have to keep our sister safe.” Echo replies, shoving out of Hunters grip and walking over to you. You release Omega and she runs into Hunters waiting arms.

“Thank-you for being co-operative.”

“I’m not happy about this.” Echo says grumpily, crossing his hands over his chest.

Saber still raised, you gesture for Echo to head down one of the alleys, backing up behind him in case his brothers tried anything funny. They don’t, watching you both disappear.

“That went well.” Crosshair says, having left his perch and re-joined his brothers, pulling off his Imperial helmet and shoving a toothpick between his teeth.

Hunter glares at him. “Do you know why they wanted Echo?”

“Rumour has it that they’ve they want to use him to get to Rex. Orders on high.” Crosshair explains with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“What were they?” Wrecker asked.

“A Mandalorian Jedi.” Tech supplies.

“A Jedi wouldn’t have done that, put a kid in harms way.” Hunter says.

“A lot has changed since the height of the Jedi. Perhaps they had to adapt. That is what we have had to do.”

“You’re defending them?” Hunter says, rounding on Tech who doesn’t flinch.

“No, I am merely explaining their position. They, like us, were discarded. Or have you forgotten?” Tech says, raising an eyebrow. “I once was on Coruscant at the same time as Commander Cody and his General, and I assisted them on a matter. In return, General Kenobi granted me access to the Jedi Archives for an afternoon and one of the items I read was about the only known Mandalorian Jedi, Tarre Vizsla.”

“Your point, Tech?” Hunter says, trying to hurry him along.

“My point is that the Mandalorians and Jedi were warring factions for centuries, and Tarre Vizsler was unique. Which leads me to believe we just met his descendant. And that they are likely very powerful.” Tech pauses for a moment. “It will not be easy.”

“It doesn’t matter who they are.” Omega says, fierce determination in her eyes. “We have to get Echo back.”

Back on your ship, you calmy walk Echo up the ramp, settling him in the jump seats and magnetizing his scomp arm to the metal pole besides him and all he does is glare at you, which causes you to roll your eyes.

Ignoring him, you head into the cockpit, getting the ship fired up and taking off, soaring through the atmosphere and into space, jumping to hyperspace moments later.

Taking a deep breath as the blue light flickers over the cockpit window, you swivel in your chair, Echo watching you as you take off your helmet and set it on your lap.

“You!” Echo says, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Yes Echo, its me.”

“Why would you do this?” Echo says angrily, his arm holding him back as he jerks forward. “I thought we had something special, a connection.” Echo seems to lose the fight in him and slumps forward. “I guess it was just your way of recon.”

“To answer your question, I am doing this because my self-preservation is my top priority. If I don’t deliver you I’m deader than a blorgstak on forgiveness day.” You reply, walking over and sitting cross legged at Echos feet so he has no choice but to look at you. “I did feel something Echo, but there’s nothing I can do. My hands are tied.”

Echo tilts his head away from yours as to not meet your gaze, looking upwards at the wall in defiance.

“I’m going to sleep.” You announce, walking over to the cot in the wall. It wasn’t a very big ship, enough for house two people comfortably, or four if you didn’t mind a lack of personal space.

“What, not taking me straight to your employer? I didn’t think Imperials appreciated a lack of schedule.”

You shoot him a scathing look. “Lucky for you, I have a few errands to run before I hand you off so you may as well get comfortable.”

With a huff, you leave him and sit down in your cot, kicking off your shoes and throwing a blanket over you, turning so you had your back facing away from Echo.

Echo watches you for a moment before resting his head against his outstretched arm and closing his eyes. May as well get some sleep while he was afforded the chance.

“Echo.” You say breathily, tilting Echos chin up so he can gaze into your eyes as his eyes refocus having just woken. His head moves around and he can tell he’s still on the ship, scomp arm still locked away. You don’t lean forward to kiss him like he expects you to, rather, you kiss up his clothed thighs, his armour strangely missing.

“I didn’t mean what I said earlier.” You say, kissing his clothed member which twitches with interest. “I just wanted to get you alone. Have some fun together.”

It felt odd to Echo that you had changed your mind, after seeming adamant before that you valued your life above all else, even his.

Any further thoughts on the matter are cut off as you release his length from his undersuit, eyes looking up at Echo through your eyelashes, taking him fully in his mouth and his hips jerk, your firm hands holding his hips down as you swirl your tongue around the tip, swallowing the pre-cum that he was leaking everywhere. Your pace is slow, unhurried as you explore his member further, tracing along his veins and wiggling your tongue on his frenulum and Echo has to clench his hand in a fist to stop himself from cumming all down your throat.

Abandoning his cock, you stand up, stripping out of your flight suit, tugging your panties to the side as you sit on Echos lap and slide down his length, wrapping your hands around his neck and looking at him tenderly as you lift up and press back down, throwing your head back as you repeat the movement.

Echo is so focussed on you, your sounds, the smell that he gets caught up in the feeling and suddenly he feels his balls draw up…

And wakes with a start, his head jerking upwards, banging on the wall behind him. Still trying to catch his breath, he looks over to your form, still asleep, the blanket draped hallway across your body as you lay on your back, your left arm draping over the side of the cot as you snore softly.

Echo swears softly to himself, shifting and realising that he was painfully hard, but glad it was hidden by his codpiece as he closes his eyes and tries to will his erection away, the chill of the ship doing more for him than any of his traitorous thoughts could. He begins to shiver, the chill of hyperspace settling in his bones, his undersuit not doing enough to keep him warm. He had always had trouble keeping warm since Skako Minor.

His chattering must be loud enough to wake you up, a projectile in the form of your blanket hitting him squarely in the face before he can realise what it was that had been launched at him.

Grumbling, you turn on your side, curling up into a tight ball and try to go back to sleep but the blanket still isn’t enough for Echo and you hear him shaking. With a sigh, you turn over to the other side and open your eyes.

“What.” Echo says grumpily.

“You’re really loud.”

“Not my fault you wont turn on the heat in this tin can you call a ship.”

“Because this tin can doesn’t have heat.” You shoot back. Echos shivering doesn’t let up so you get up, walking over to him and de-magnetizing his arm and he brings it to his lap, rotating his shoulder.

“Bed.” You say, pointing to your cot.

“No. You cant tell me what to do.”

“Fine, keep shivering here, I don’t care.”

“Let me freeze to death.”

“You’re no good to me dead!” You half shout, exasperated.

“Great, more torture in my future.” Echo deadpans and you throw your hands up.

“I should just eject you into hyperspace, save us all the trouble.” You say, Echo standing up and you get in his face.

“Why don’t you?” Echo challenges, your lips so close to his, his dream replaying in his mind and against his better judgement he crashes his lips to yours and you melt into them before freezing and stepping away with a grunt of frustration.

“Bed.” You say through gritted teeth and Echo complies, walking over to the bed. “Armour off.” You follow up with.

“Only if your remove yours.”

“Fine.” You reply, taking off your armour and accessories’, guns and weapons come from every possible nook and cranny in your outfit. Echo is sitting there in his undersuit watching and its several moments before you take out the final blade and set it on the bench opposite the cot.

“Finished?” Echo asks.

Peeling off your flightsuit, you’re left in just a pair of undershorts and compression shirt. “Now im done.”

“Aren’t you cold?”

“I run hot.” You reply, shuffling him further into the bed and pressing your body up against his, Echo pressing himself back against you as much as he can. You were right, you did run hot.

“Don’t try anything stupid.” You say in his ear, and he scoffs at you, sleep pulling him under a few moments later.

Echo comes to much more slowly than he did last night and he realises the mass behind him is gone and he turns to see you fully suited up, in the pilots seat, eating something out of a bowl. You look up when Echo stirs.

“Foods on the table for you. We’ll be dropping out of hyperspace shortly.”

Echo tries to remain calm but his feelings must betray him.

“I’m not dropping you off just yet. I have a few errands to run first.”

“Wont your employer get restless?”

“I’ve got time.” You reply with a shrug before nodding to the bowl. “Eat.” Your chair swivels back to the front and Echo stands up, stretching before fetching the bowl and eating, the contents tastier than he was expecting. As long as he ignored his impending doom, it was almost…nice.

Your definitions of a ‘few’ errands ended up being a few weeks of missions, which began with you locking Echo on the ship while you went out, giving him free range of the ship since all comms had been disconnected and there was no way he could escape.

Then you start taking him with you, using his skills to your benefit, trading barbs throughout the whole thing and Echo found himself almost having fun, spending time together post errand exploring whatever town you ended up in before spending the night wrapped up in one another, never doing more than simply holding eachother. Echo thinks you’ve finally changed your mind and wont deliver him to whomever hired you, living in blissful ignorance until one day the bubble bursts.

Back in hyperspace, you’re uncharacteristically quiet, not joining Echo as you eat the meal Echo had prepared under your guidance in the tiny galley you called a kitchen. He calls your name but you ignore him, keeping your face away from him so he wouldn’t know you were crying.

Vader had called. It was time.

You weighed up your possible futures, one on the run with Echo, and maybe his brothers, or one where you were finally free, not having to hide your abilities, your real skill.

Echo knew. He’d heard the modulated voice that you’d tried to hide from him. He sensed the dread from you when the call disconnected. “You don’t have to do this.” He says softly.

“He’ll kill me, Echo.”

“We can run, we can hide someplace. I’ve been doing it for a few years now.”

“There is no place in the galaxy I could hide where Darth Vader won’t find me.”

Echo tries coaxing you away from the cockpit chair to no avail, and he goes to bed alone, trying to ignore your sniffles. Neither of you sleep that night.

“Mustafar?” Echo asks as your ship drops out of hyperspace and even from this distance he could see the lava seas bubbling on the surface, the whole planet casting an eery glow on the space around it.

You don’t reply, acknowledging the request for clearance details when the comm comes through and you are granted entry, flying down planetside until the large black castle looms in front of you.

Landing your ship on the docking bay specified, you step walk down the ramp, Echos arms bound in front of him. You hadn’t even given him the chance to say goodbye.

Theres a lone figure standing in the docking bay, black cape billowing out behind him.

Darth Vader.

Pushing Echo forward, you stop in front of Vader and drop to your knee, bowing your head. “As requested, my lord.”

“You have proved your worth. Rise.”

You stand up, head still tipped in respect. Vader inspects Echo and he doesn’t flinch, only reacting when Vader lifts him off his feet, force gripping his throat as his hands scramble to remove the invisible vice. “You will tell me where CT-7567 is.”

Vader drops Echo and he drops to the ground in a heap, lifting his head off the ground, glare on his face. “Never.”

Vader doesn’t do anything, just looming over Echo, effortlessly intimidating, indicating to two stormtroopers to take Echo to the brig. He keeps his eyes trained on you until hes out of sight, your helmet remaining straight forward, not betraying the storm of emotions you were feeling.

“Your emotions betray you Mandalorian.” Vader says.

“I feel nothing.” You reply. You know Vader can tell you’re lying.

“Attachment will be your downfall if you continue to travel down this path. Re-consider my offer to take your place by my side as my apprentice.”

“No thank-you. My lord.” You tack on, to retain decorum.

“You will be hidden from the Empire to operate as you truly are. But remember the power you chose to decline in this very moment. There will be no second chances.”

Deep breaths ground you, allowing the force to surround you and give you strength. “My answer remains the same.”

“As you wish.” Vader says and with a swish of his cape he strides out of the hanger, leaving you all alone. Hopefully you’d bought them enough time.

Echo only makes it a few levels down when a klaxon sounds through the facility, the stormtroopers either side of him reaching for their weapons but they don’t have a chance to draw them, Echo incapacitating them easily, grabbing one of their blaster, uncomfortable in his still cuffed arms.

Round the corner, he literally bumps into someone and quickly raises his blaster until he realises who it is.

“Crosshair?”

“Did you miss us?” He replies, and Echo can hear the smirk in his voice.

The others round the corner, blasting behind them and Tech rushes over to uncuff Echo, Hunter clasping his arm and grinning at him.

“Guess the help paid off. Come on, lets get out of here.”

Bewildered, Echo follows the Bad Batch through the facility, easily dispatching the waves of troopers sent their way until they breakout to the ship, jetting off, Tech flying wildly as they avoid being hit by the multiple tailing crafts.

From your cockpit, you see the Marauder streak through space, being chased until it blips out having gone to hyperspace. He was safe.

Yours eyes flicker back to the planet where you can feel the rage of Darth Vader radiating through the force. It was time to go.

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You’re so absorbed in your work that you don’t realise Tech has entered your workshop until he wraps his arms around your waist, your hands immediately dropping your project and taking the magnifying goggles you have on off, wrapping your arms around Techs and enjoying the warmth on your tense back.

“We have been given another round of missions.” Tech says as you twist in his arms and rest your arms on his shoulders, smiling sadly at him, studying his brown eyes.

“How long?” You ask.

“Two monthly cycles is projected.”

You sigh. “I should have known when the rush order on those new explosives came in. Only Wecker would request that many for a long set of missions.”

“I am certain your work will keep you busy and you will not even notice my absence.”

Another sigh.

“We can still comm and have holo dates, I am certain.”

“I know.” You reply, tucking your head against Techs chest, Tech resting his chin atop the crown. “I just miss you when you’re not here.”

“As I miss you. We will be re-united again.” Techs comm trills in his pocket. “I have to go.”

Untucking your head you reach up and kiss Tech and he responds to your tender kiss before finally pulling away, although it pains him to do so. “I really have to go.”

You give him another quick kiss, releasing your hands from his shoulders and he grabs one of your hands, the other rummaging in one of his many pockets. “Here.” He says, pressing a small key into your palm and closing your fingers over it. Tech gives you one last kiss before dropping your hand and leaving.

“Tech!” You yell at his retreating from. He pauses and turns slightly towards you. “What’s the key for?” Techs lips quirk upwards into a smirk, turning and leaving without replying.

“What’s the key for?!” You yell again but hes gone. Setting the key in your pocket you make sure to keep it close. Tech wouldn’t have given it to you if it weren’t important.

As Tech surmised, your work as a weapons technician did keep you very busy, allowing yourself small breaks whenever Tech was free, but otherwise working as much as you could to pass the time, your supervisor locking you out of your workshop at one point because you refused to leave to sleep.

Its in your workshop that Tech finds you but this time your head whips around the moment the door opens.

“Tech!” You squeal in delight, dropping your tools and racing over to him, throwing your arms around him, and kissing him. After you finally release him, Tech chuckles.

“Miss me cyare?”

“Wouldn’t want to kiss ya.”

Tech tilts his head at you as you grin, delighted he was back. “That…doesn’t make sense.”

“Its ah- you know what, not important. How were your missions?”

“Successful, as usually. I think Wrecker was ready to get on one knee and propose to you when he got back after he tried out your new device for the first time.”

“It worked?”

“Perfectly, but I would expect no less from you.”

“Thanks, Tech. Should we go see them? You know how they get if I don’t come see them when they get back.” You say, thinking about the last time you didn’t even realise they had returned, and Wrecker had made it his personal mission to annoy you until you stopped your work and spend time with him, Crosshair joining him by tossing things at you to distract you.

“As much as I enjoy seeing you interact with my brothers, I would rather be selfish and keep you to myself.”

“What do you have in mind, Tech?” You ask, a sly grin on your face.

“Do you still have that key?”

“You’re going to tell me what its for?” You reply excitedly, pulling the key out from underneath your workshirt. You had tied it around a chain and had kept it close.

“In due course.” Tech says, grabbing your hand and tugging you out of the workshop, dropping it only once they were in the populated halls, talking amicable and as not to arouse suspicion as you headed to your quarters. As soon as the coast was clear you yanked Tech inside and closed the door, plastering yourself up against him and kissing him hungrily. Tech begrudgingly pulls away and gestures for you to sit on your bed, facing him as he stood in front of you, deftly and methodically removing his armor.

“This isn’t much of a show.” You say, smirking as Tech finishes removing his armour, leaving him in his undersuit. You take in his form, eyes raking down from his broad shoulders to his toned chest and then down- “What is that?”.

Tilting your head you take in his crotch, the fabric stretched in a way that you had never seen before.

“That.” Tech says. “Would be my cage.”

“Cage?”

“Yes, the original term was a chastity cage but the more accepted colloquial term is a cock cage.” Tech explains.

“Show me?” You ask, curious.

Tech tugs off the top half of his under suit, and then shimmies out of the bottom half, adding those items, plus his socks and gloves to the pile. He then tugs off his briefs and stands in front of you, giving a full view of his cock, trapped in a metal cage, a metal ring around the base, his balls bright red, swollen as the protrude from where they were held.

“At first I used it as a method to stop myself from getting an erection, especially when we were newly dating and even the slightest hint of your skin would make me aroused when we would holo-chat. The Marauder is too close quarters to allow for any sort of private moment. Not that that seems to bother some of the others.

“But then it became more than that.” Tech explains, gesticulating with his hands. “I gave you that key because I wanted you to have that power over me. That I wouldn’t be allowed a release unless you gave me permission.”

“Is it safe? It doesn’t look very comfortable either.”

“I assure you I took this very seriously. It has been perfectly crafted to my measurements and most of the time I do not even notice it is there.”

“And the times that you do?”

“Well, such a time was when we were on the holo together. I believe I was working on something while you read a book, but at the time you were wearing nothing but your nightshirt.”

“Tech, there was nothing sexy about what I was doing.”

“On the contrary, your shirt was very short and it would ride up your thighs every time you went to turn the page. For someone who had not had an orgasm in over a month, the sight was almost too much.”

“Wow.” You say. You new Tech was attracted to you of course, but you didn’t realise that something so simple would drive him wild. “You had your own key, just in case, right?”

“Of course, however I liked the idea that you were the controller of my desires. There is no one I trust more than you.”

“Aw, Tech.” You reply, smiling at him lovingly. “Except your brothers of course.”

“I trust my brothers with my life. I trust you with my heart.” Your heart swells when Tech says that. “Now, if you would indulge me, I would like for you to deny my release in whatever way you see fit.”

You grin. You liked where this was going. “Remember your safe word?” You ask and Tech nods in response.

Getting up, you walk over to Tech, trailing a finger down his jawline and neck, down his chest and pulling away before you reach his cock, looking up at him seductively. “Are you going to be a good boy for me tonight Tech?”

“Yes sir.”

Tutting, you walk behind him, reaching your hand back and then bringing it down on his ass cheek, the skin jiggling, a pink mark blossoming on the area. “Naughty Tech. I didn’t give you permission to speak. Do you understand?”

Tech nods and you can feel him already trembling. You were looking forward to making him a mess by the end of this.

“There you go. That big smart brain of yours can understand me. Isn’t that right, Techie?” You coo and Tech nods at you in the affirmative again.

“Maybe you deserve a little reward.” You say, tweaking Techs nipple, his composure remaining, for now. “Sit.” You command, gesturing to your bed and he does, back straight as he perches on the edge. Its your turn to stand in front of him, slowly and seductively removing your clothing, one item at a time, swaying your body in the way you know Tech likes.

“Permission to speak?” Tech asks once your fully nude.

“Granted.”

“Use me.” Is all he says, shutting his mouth again.

“Use you, huh? I think I can do that.” You reply leaning down and ghosting your lips over his but not allowing them to touch. You leave him and you’re sure you hear a whimper, but Tech still looks composed. Time to fix that.

“I think.” You start, pulling up a chair and sitting down, spreading your legs wide, giving Tech full view of your glistening core. “You need to make me cum five times, and then I might consider releasing you.”

Tech nods jerkily.

“Speak.” You command.

“Please meshla, I’ll give you anything you want please, I just want to be good for you.” He babbles and you hold a finger to your lips and he quietens, your pulse racing at how under your control Tech was.

“Be a good boy and get to work.” You say, gesturing to your core and Tech scrambles over, kneeling between your legs, hands hovering just over your thighs, and he looks up at you with uncertainty.

“You can touch, sweet boy.”

Tech preens under your words, blushing all the way to the tips of his ears as he dives into your folds.

The first two orgasms are pulled from you easily, pent up from not being with Tech for so long and so turned on by what was happening.

The third comes more slowly that the first two, but still you reach it fairly quickly, Tech keeping up a steady pace as he fucks your hole with his fingers, pressing in all the right places that have you seeing stars.

The fourth takes a bit longer, riding Techs thigh, using his leg as he was unable to move, forcing him to hold his hands behind his head as he watches you grind against him.

The fifth takes longer still, making Tech work for it as you rode his face, gripping the sides of his head with your thighs. But finally, finally your fifth orgasm washes over you and you look down at Tech, his face absolutely sopping with your juices. He looks delighted.

“Oh Tech, you’ve been so good to me. I think its time to finally give you what you want.”

“Please, please. I’m so close.” Tech whines, his whole body shaking as you settle over his thighs.

Taking the key off from around your neck, where it had remained the whole time, you unclip the little padlock and gently free Techs cock, his balls looking ready to burst. You stroke him slowly and he quickly reaches full length, his member slapping against his stomach.

Picking up your pace, you use the copious amounts of precum Tech was leaking everywhere to lubricate your hand, pumping his shaft quickly. As you feel Techs body start to tense, you let go and he lets out the biggest whine you’ve ever heard.

“I didn’t give you permission to cum yet Tech.” You say, looking down at him and shaking your head.

Tech mumbles incoherently, writhing underneath you. You take him back in your hand, resuming the quick pace, and again, as he tenses, you release him and his cock twitches.

“So close. Meshla please. I’m, I’m.” Tech can’t even form words.

“I’ve rendered you speechless? That’s not the Tech I know.”

“I can’t, I can’t. Please.” Tech begs, eyes catching yours, eyes pleading through his goggles.

“Were you a good boy tonight? Do you deserve to cum?”

Techs mouth opens and closes but nothing comes out.

“Use your words Tech.” You order.

“Been, good boy, yes. Made. Made you cum fives times. Please. Please.” Techs an absolutely mess, sobbing as he teeters on the edge of his release. You’ve been going at it a while now and you were honestly very impressed with how hes lasted.

Shuffling down you rest your hands on his thighs and lean over, taking his balls into your mouth, sucking on them as Tech moans loudly above you. “Been such a good thing for me Tech. Cum for me baby.”

Techs hips jerk wildly as he cums, spurting ropes of the creamy substance, forcibly enough for it to splatter on the roof of your cot and he doesn’t stop and you just watch him, shocked.

“Wow.” You say, impressed.

Tech just lays there, his eyes glazed over, looking at the ceiling. “Hold me?” Tech says quietly and your stroke his thigh, his cock softening.

“I would sweet boy, but you made such a mess.”

“I did?” Tech asks, finally pushing himself up and looking down his body, pool of his release on his stomach, some dripping down from the ceiling.

Swiping your finger through some of it, you take the coated digit and stick it in your mouth.

“Hnnggghh” Tech says eloquently, and you giggle at him.

“Let me clean us up, then you can have all the cuddles you want.”

Tech nods and lays back as you quickly scramble off him, getting a cloth and wiping you both clean before disposing of the soiled cloth and tucking yourself against Tech, who pulls you close and presses a kiss to your temple.

“I would say the experiment was a resounding success.”

“Ill say.” You reply, turning Tech so you encased his back, your hands held tight around his middle. He’s out in seconds.

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You brighten when the Bad Batch return from their first mission for Cid and you set down the glass you were cleaning as Hunter comes over to sit at the bar in front of you.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing working at a place like this?” Hunter asks slyly and you supress a smile at your partner. He was in a playful mood. A successful mission, you determined.

“Just down on my luck.” You reply, biting your lip so you don’t laugh and catching his eye. “But something tells me that’s about to change. What can I get for you, handsome?” Hunters eyes glint with mirth when you throw him a wink.

“Surprise me.” Hunter replies.

“Mmmm.” You hum, leaning forward so your face is close to Hunters, your eyes darting down to his mouth and back to his eyes, licking your lips as Hunter stares at you, pupils dilated. “I think you’ll find I’m full of surprises.” Reaching out a hand, your finger ghosts across Hunters jawline, close, but not touching before you pull away, Hunter groaning when you do.

You busy yourself, fixing Hunter a drink, before setting it down in front of him, leaning into his space as he takes a swig from the perspiring bottle. “What time do you get off tonight?” Hunter asks with a jerk of his chin.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You reply as seductively as you can manage, getting into this roleplay with Hunter.

“That’s why I’m asking, mesh’la.” Hunters hand reaches out to grab your jaw, eyes locked with his when you hear a noise of displeasure and you both look over to see Cid watching with displeasure, hands on her hips as she shakes her head.

“Oi! Dark and broody! Stop canoodling and get over here. I’ve got another mission for you.” Cid yells before disappearing back into her office, cursing out Hunter as she goes.

Hunter sighs, dipping his head and dropping his hand, and yours encases his over the bartop. You gently lift his chin and press a soft kiss to his lips. “Go. I’ll be here when you get back. If you survive.” You say with a smirk, shooing Hunter and he gives you another quick kiss before following Cid.

You’re leaning against the bar, watching Hunter go (it was a nice view), when a certain blond haired clone sits down in front of you, eager for your attention.

“I’ll have your strongest drink.” She says, holding her finger up and you chuckle at her, grabbing a juice and pouring it into a nice glass, setting it down in front of her and popping in a little umbrella that she likes.

“That would be Artinthse that has the highest per volume of alchohol. Hardly a drink for a child.” Tech says, sitting in the seat next to Omega and glancing up at you before busying himself with his datapad. Knowing his usual order, you quickly throw it together and set it in front of Tech, and he smiles gratefully at you.

“How was the mission?” You ask as you put the bottles you had used to make Techs drink back on the shelf.

Omega is quick to launch into the story, bolstering her heroics, Tech interjecting with the facts but not hiding how proud he was of Omega, if his small smile was anything to go by.

“Hey kid, come ‘ere!” Wrecker yells, banging the buttons on one of the machines, Omega finishing her juice noisily before skipping off to Wrecker.

“I wished to talk to you.” Tech says, setting down his datpad and shooting back the remainder of his drink before looking at you. You jerk your head for Tech to keep talking, and he does. “Whilst we were fighting the Zygerrian slavers, one of them attacked Hunter with a electro-whip, which he caught in his hand before turning it back on his attacker.”

You smile fondly at Hunter and his strength but Techs frown has that smile quickly falling from your face.

“He has advised me that he is fine, but his vitals suggest a different story. With his heigtnened senses, prolonged exposure to that much voltage would have been overwhelming and would have dealt him a great deal of pain.”

“What do you want me to do about it?” You ask, not unkindly.

“Keep an eye on him. He will not show any injury or pain with us, but he is much more comfortable with you for such things.”

“I’ll look after him Tech, don’t you worry.” You reply reassuringly, briefly touching Techs hand which lay palm down on the bench. He peers up at you through his goggles before the sound of Cids door opening brings all focus in the room to Hunter, carrying a case of credits, close to sauntering as walks back over to you.

Hunter sets a few credits on the bar and slides them across to you. “Will this cover us?”

You consider the credits, counting them. “Not even close.” You say, locking eyes with Hunter. “But I can think of another way you can repay me.”

“That is my cue to leave.” Tech says, having watched the exchange and wanting no further part in this weird form of courting you and Hunter had. Tech gets up and walks over to the others, chatting with Echo who you raise a few fingers at and he nods in response.

“I think I’m ready to repay my debt.” Hunter says, wiggling his eyebrows at you and you cant help but grin at him.

“I still have to work for a bit longer. Maybe put Omega to bed and then I should be finished? You can walk me home.”

“Of course cyare.” Hunter replies, keeping you company until it starts getting late, Omega failing to stifle a yawn and the batch head back to the Marauder, Omega waving to you as you go, Hunters eyes lingering until he turns the corner.

He’s back in no time, just as your hanging up your apron and grabbing your things. Taking Hunters hand in yours you yell a goodbye to Cid, getting nothing but a grunt in return before exiting the bar and walking back to your apartment, leaning against Hunter, his arm wrapped around your waist and keeping you close.

After entering your apartment and kicking off your shoes, Hunter stands in front of you, hands laced together. He bends down to kiss you gently and you savour in the softness of his lips, the warmth of his body.

“I believe I owe you.” He says against your lips and your soft smile turns into a wicked grin.

Hunter knows what to do, dropping to his knees as he presses kisses to your clothed sex, slowly pulling down the zipper of your pants.

“Don’t tease, Hunter.” You chide and Hunter looks abashed before he returns to his task, with more fervour this time. Unclasping your pants, he yanks both them and your underwear down to your ankles, tugging them off as you lift your feet.

He grabs the cheeks of your ass in each hand, pulling your sex against his mouth, tasting, licking, sucking as he hooks your legs over his shoulders, your feet barely touching the ground behind his back and you’re barely supporting yourself as Hunter works on you, knowing exactly what to do to your body, pulling an orgasm out of you easily and you ride it out against his mouth, hands tangling in his hair.

Hunter keeps a hold of you as he removes himself from your thighs, dragging his hands up your body as he stands, pulling your top off as he goes until you’re naked in front of him and your tongue runs over your lips, suddenly feeling dry.

Hunter remedies that by lunging forward to kiss you again, running his tongue against your lips instead, slipping inside your mouth as he presses his body against yours, his arousal obvious to you and you grind against this clothed length and Hunter groans against your mouth.

Lips barely leaving yours, Hunter undresses himself until he is as equally nude as you and your fingers trace over the skeleton tattoo that followed from his face all the way down to his crotch, his member standing tall, glistening with precum as it arches towards his belly.

Kissing Hunter again passionately as his strong hands wrap around your middle, you reach your free hand, the one that wasn’t wrapped around Hunters neck, between your bodies and you take his cock in your hand, stroking it gently and Hunters head tips back as he moans in pleasure, the sound sending excitement to your own core, readying itself for another round.

In one fell swoop, Hunter lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you to your bedroom, laying you down on the bed and climbing over you, leaning forward to nip at your neck, chest, taking your hand and kissing the back of it.

“Need you.” Hunter whines as he presses his whole weight on you, pushing you firmly against the mattress and his hand reaches for your hole, working you open with one finger, then two, and then a third until he thought you were ready.

Lining himself up with your entrance, he pushes forward and you both groan in pleasure.

Hunter undulates his hips, thrusting into you deep, hitting all the spots that had your hands grappling against his back as fire began to build in your lower abdomen. Spurred on by your moans of his name, Hunter picks up his pace, thrusting short and fast into your tight heat until the band in your body snaps, and you cum all over Hunters cock, your body squeezing him as you ride out your high.

Hunter is not far behind you, eyes locked with yours as he falls over the edge, filling you. As hes working himself through it, he suddenly scrunches his eyes closed and he pulls out, pulling himself into a tight ball on his side next to you as his seed drips onto your inner thighs.

Ignoring the mess, you reach out for him.

“Don’t touch me.” Hunter says, but its not angry, its pained.

“Hunter?”

“It hurts.” He whimpers. “Talk, please. I need to focus on something.”

You begin to hum the songs your mother used to sing to you as a child, tentively reaching out to Hunter again, fingers light as they graze his shoulder and when he doesn’t flinch you settle your hand there, rubbing his arm, and then his back before moving your hands to his hair, massaging his scalp.

When you begin to stroke his forehead, Hunter opens his eyes, blinking as they adjust to the light again. “You okay sweetheart?” You say gently, not stopping your ministrations.

Hunter nods.

“Tech told me what happened, with the slaver.”

“I was fine.” Hunter says.

“He didn’t believe you. Asked me to keep an eye on you. If I had of known this would cause…”

Hunter cuts you off with a firm look. “I was fine. I am fine. It just…got a bit overwhelming for a minute there.”

“Hunter, you don’t always have to put on a brave face, be the toughest. You don’t always have to be the leader. Teach Omega its okay to be vulnerable, to ask for help.”

“I know.” Hunter says in a small voice. “I love you, do you know that?”

“Yeah.” You say, feeling a bit mushy. “I know.”

Hunter grabs your hand and keeps a hold of it as you slide in behind him, your other arm tucking itself beneath his head and he brings your joined hands to his chest as he tugs the blanket up with his feet before pulling it over the both of you, both of you drifting off to sleep.

Chapter Text

Kriff it you thought to yourself as you made your way home after a stressful day at work. You were going to get dressed up and have a night on the town to forget about demanding clients and annoying co-workers. Mentally rifling through your closet, you’re home in no time, heading straight for your closet and pulling on the outfit you had already chosen, doing your makeup and hair before grabbing your purse and heading out.

You achieve exactly what you wanted to achieve, turning many heads as soon as you step into 79s, heading straight for the bar and settling yourself on a barstool.

It doesn’t take long for the first clone to try his luck, some shiny who hadn’t seen the war yet, over-optimistic and you smile at him, pretending to listen while your eyes scan the club, falling on a group of different looking clones in one of the booths and you catch the eye of one of them, his grey hair and crosshair tattoo catching your attention. You have to drag your eyes away from his as you turn your attention back to the clone in front of you as he asks you a question.

Thankfully, one of his brothers pulls him away and you’re left alone, sipping your drink before you feel a presence behind you, looking over your shoulder to see the same grey-haired clone behind you. Really close behind you.

“Do you have a name, doll?” He says in a low voice voice and you toss your name out like its nothing.

“And yours?” You ask with a small quirk of your eyebrow, taking your straw between your painted lips.

“Crosshair.” He replies, eyes fixated on the way your lips pucker around the straw and you suck particularly hard.

“Do you dance Crosshair?” You ask, finish your drink and setting the empty glass on the bartop.

“Not if I can avoid it.”

“I guess I can find someone else to dance with then.” You reply, blotting your lips with a tissue you pull from your bag before standing up, but Crosshair grabs you around the waist, pulling you flush against him and you can feel the sexual tension as you look up at him seductively, Crosshairs pupils already dilated as they graze over your features.

“I suppose I can make an exception.” Crosshair says and you allow him to tug you to the dance floor, grinding up against him as he sways behind you, hands remaining firmly on your waist and lips against your throat as he whispers dirty things in your ear.

Spinning around, you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him down to plant a kiss on his lips, turning your head when he reaches down for a second, ending up kissing your cheek as you smirk.

“Naughty minx.” Crosshair says.

“I’ll show you naughty.” You reply, grabbing him by the chest piece and dragging him to the womens refresher, pushing him against the wall and attacking his neck, your hands fisting against his hair while Crosshairs hands roam all over your back and its frantic and messy as he yanks your head to look at him and ducks down, crashing his lips to yours, desperate for more as you hook your thigh up, Crosshair holding it up with his hand.

“Get it!”

You look over your shoulder to see a Pantoran and a Twi’lek, grinning and nodding their heads as they walk to the empty ‘fresher stalls and you laugh against Crosshairs chest.

“Maybe we should go somewhere a bit more private.” You whisper in Crosshairs ear and you’re sure he would follow you off a cliff the way he was looking at you right now, eyes blown wide with lust.

Grabbing his hand, he follows you willingly as you exit the club, making sure to give his brothers a little wave as you leave, them yelling encouragement at Crosshair as you pull him out of the club, immediately pressing yourself up against him again, stealing kisses until a speedercab arrives and takes you back to your apartment, tipping the cabbie extra, his disapproving looks as you made out with Crosshair in the back of his vehicle, giggling as you pull him up and into your home, closing the door behind you.

Crosshair is all over you again, pressing you up against the wall as his knee nudges its way between your legs, teeth tugging on your lower lip and you decide you’re both simply wearing too many clothes.

Each item of yours gets shed easily as you back Crosshair through your apartment to your bedroom, pulling off your underwear as you sit down on the bed, watching Crosshair hungrily as he takes off his armour and the top half of his bodysuit and you practically drool at the sight of his toned chest and muscular arms.

You pull him on top of you, flipping him so he was underneath you and grinding against him, his member stiff in the lower half of his bodysuit. You tug on the waistband and that’s when Crosshairs head ducks to the side and you calm down a little and look at him.

“Crosshair, are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, fine.”

“We don’t have to go any further if you don’t want to.”

“I want to, I’ve just never…” He trails off, not looking at you and you soften your gaze, gently grabbing his chin and turning it so hes looking at you and his eyes dart away from yours.

“That’s okay Crosshair, theres a first time for everything. Someone once told me that they liked firsts. Good or bad, they’re always memorable.”

Crosshair still wont look at you so you press a gentle kiss to his lips and lay down, resting your head against his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“What if I’m no good?” He says quietly, afraid to admit it.

“Oh Crosshair.” You reply, nuzzling into him a bit more and pressing a kiss to his chest. “If what you’ve shown me so far is any indication, I think you’ll be perfect. I can show you, if you’d like.”

Crosshair finally looks at you, his hard expression softening at your open one and he nods once so you roll off him, laying on your back and tugging him until hes laying on his side, head propped up by his elbow.  Taking his free hand, you guide it to your panties, letting his fingers toy with the hem until he slides them underneath, fingers automatically dancing around your sex, touching, exploring.

Taking his hand in yours, you guide his fingers to your clit and begin to rub there, releasing his hand as he keeps going, fisting the sheets either side of you as he gains a bit of confidence watching you with rapt attention.

“Need more Crosshair.” You pant and you take his hand again and move it lower, grabbing his finger and pressing it inside your core and his finger wiggles experimentally, hitting that special spot that has your lower back arching off the bed. Crosshair gets a bit more bold, sliding a second finger inside you, thumb working your clit and its too much, too perfect and you crest suddenly, clenching around his fingers as you moan his name.

“And you say you’ve never done this before? I would have had no idea. That was amazing Crosshair.” You say, turning your head to look at him but hes too focussed on his fingers, having pulled them from out of your panties and moving the substance between his fingers before sticking the digits in his mouth and sucking on them and your heart starts racing again.

“I’ve been missing out.” Crosshair says, reaching over to fondle your chest.

“I need you to fuck me Crosshair.” You say, your pussy ready to be filled.

Tossing off your panties, which Crosshair snatches out of the air and throws it to land on his gear, he leans over you, legs slotted together and you help him remove his undersuit and briefs, his long slender cock springing free and slapping against his stomach. You reach out to give him a few strokes, but he shakes his head, your hand instead tracing along his abs.

“Like what you see mesh’la?” Crosshair says with a smirk.

“Stars Crosshair, you’re beautiful. Cant believe I get to see you like this. Share this with you.”

“Don’t get sappy on me.” Crosshair snaps playfully before lining himself up with your core and pressing forward, just until the tip is in and he hits the tight ring of muscle.

He looks up at you, a bit worried and you give him a reassuring smile. “It doesn’t hurt Crosshair, you just have to keep going.”

“Kriff, should I have used protection?” Crosshair blurts out.

You chuckle at him. “I appreciate the concern, but I’m safe. Clean too, in case you thought of that.”

Crosshair purses his lips as if trying to suppress a smile, it turning into a clenching of his teeth as he slides all the way in and you gasp at how well Crosshair fills you. Crosshair gives a few experimental thrusts before falling into a steady rhythm, driving deep inside you and dragging along your inner walls delightfully, each thrust sending you closer and closer to the edge.

Crosshair is really focussed on the way your bodies meet, the way his cock slides in and out of you and you tug him by the short strands of his hair too look at you, and then he leans over, kissing you as his thrusts turn to short staccatos and with a moan from you and a grunt from Crosshair you both cum, your tight heat pulling him closer and milking him for everything he could give you.

Crosshair lets out a breath that you wonder whether he was holding this whole time. “Was that good…for you?” He asks cautiously, eyes searching yours.

“Kriff Crosshair, you’re amazing. Did so well.”

Your praise rewards you with a genuine smile from Crosshair as he slumps down on top of you and you wrap your arms around him, holding him close.

“When can we do that again?” Crosshair asks, mumbling against your skin.

“Depends how quickly you can be ready for round two.”

Crosshair pulls away from you, looming over you with a dark look in his eyes. “Don’t worry doll, I’ll be ready in a few minutes. I’ve got a lot of practicing to do, after all.”

Laughing at Crosshairs enthusiasm, you pull him back against your body and safe to say, he gets a lot of practice that night.

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The lab door opening breaks your concentration from the slide you were examining, and you look up to see Tech stride through the door, a container in one hand and his datapad in the other.

“Hey Tech!” You greet him brightly.

He returns your greeting politely before walking over to one of the empty lab tables and setting the container down and opening it. The smell it emits is delightful and inviting, so you leave your work and walk over to where Tech was, standing opposite him, the object and table between you.

“Whats that?” You ask, looking at the pink and red flower, red outer petals fading into pink inner petals and a white bud in the middle. The bud was surrounded by hundreds of little anthers, also in white.

“I am unsure.” Tech says, picking up the flower with a pair of tweezers and inspecting it. “I found it during our last mission and the smell was enough for me to collect a sample to study it later.”

“Tell me what your findings are.” You say, tearing your eyes from the flower and leaving Tech to go back to your work.

The pair of you work in silence on your own projects when you hear a loud pop. You look over at Tech and his entire face, now devoid of his helmet which sat next to him, was covered in a fine white dust.

He coughs a bit, expelling and of the dust that had gotten into his lungs and grabs a cloth to wipe his goggles clean.

“What happened?” You ask Tech over your shoulder.

“I am not certain. I was peeling apart the inner petals from the bud when the specimen seemingly burst.”

“Its not toxic, is it?” You ask, worried.

“The scans, which are currently incomplete did indicate that it was not toxic to humanoids.”

You walk over to the analysis machine which was spilling out data rapidly – not something you could read at that pace. You walk over to Tech and gently take the datapad – which had been wiped clean – off the table and begin to pick through the data. Most of the initial data is its scientific name according to Republic records, along with diagrams and information on its origin planet. Before you can read on further, Tech begins to breath heavily and you look over at him. His skin was completely flushed.

“Tech, are you alright?”

“It would appear my body temperature is rising unexpectedly and causing some mild breathing difficulty.”

“Tech, we should get you to medical.”

“I do not believe they can assist.”

“What do you mean?”

“Read the information on the defence mechanisms of this particular species.”

You scroll down to the information Tech was referring to and find it: effects of exposure to its pollen, which is an aphrodisiac can cause the patient to be flushed, breathing heavily and extremely aroused. There was no listed cure, only that rapid release by the patient would ease the symptoms and cause the pollen to be expelled from the body. It was not lethal, but would cause extreme pain if not managed correctly by the patient.

“Tech.” You start but Tech holds up a hand to stop you, eyes closing as he concentrates on keeping very still.

“You must leave. I will…deal with this on my own.”

“Tech, let me help you-“

“No!” Tech yells which catches you by surprise, his hands clenched into fist on top of the table.

“I will not be in control of my actions. I cannot allow you to be in danger. I will not allow my feelings and circumstance to ruin a potential relationship. I value you too much.”

You perch on the top of the table, legs to Techs side and you gently tilt his downturned head up to you and when he finally looks at you, you see his brown eyes are blown wide with lust. You see his control slipping with each rise and fall of his chest. He must be in agony. “You value me?”

“Yes meshla, since the day I met you. If I weren’t in this predicament, I may never have told you. I do not want to lose what we may have due to my inability to control myself.”

“Tech.” You says softly. “Did you ever consider that I might not want you to be able to control yourself around me?”

“I would prefer our first time, if there is one, to be where we make love. I cannot imagine what is about to entail will be anything but the furthest thing from that.”

“Tech, we’ll have time for that later. Let me help you.”

You hold out your hand and Tech takes it, head thumping forward against your thigh. You stroke the back of his head.

“Please.” Tech whimpers softly. “It hurts.”

After quickly locking down the lab using Techs datapad, you push the objects off the table and sink down to your knees, settling yourself between Techs stretched legs. Your hands roam up his strong thighs, and Tech helps you unclip his armour so he is left in nothing but his bodysuit. You see his cock, already painfully hard and tenting his pants. You stroke it through the fabric and Tech whimpers, hand reaching out to yours for support. You take it and stroke him a little more until his hips start jerking, his first release creating a wet patch on the front of his bodysuit.

“My apologies.” Tech says between pants.

“Let me take care of you Tech. Theres nothing to apologize for.”

You stroke Tech a bit more, and hes still hard and jerking against your hand. You carefully peel down his pants and pool them at his feet for him to kick them off. There was no use keeping them on and no one else would see him.

Using the already wet tip, you smooth the wetness over his whole length, pumping the shaft, running your fingers up and down the veins on his length before reaching your hand to cup his balls before massaging them gently. Tech moans unabashedly above you and you reveal in the sound.

After a particular harsh stroke, Tech cums again with a loud moan, cum spurting out of the tip and painting the top half of his bodysuit which he didn’t have the forethought to take off.

“Making such a mess Tech. I don’t know whoever is going to clean this.” You purr, looking up at Tech through your lashes as you lean over and lick his release off his skin before moving over to his cock, you breath ghosting over it. Tech shudders as you take him in your mouth, tongue running up the shaft before suckling on the head. Tech throws his head back, hand gripping yours tightly, the other hanging limply by his side. You bob your head up and down rapidly and after a mumble from Tech which you think was an attempted warning, he cums down your throat and you swallow every drop, pulling off his cock and showing that his mouth was clean.

Rubbing his hip, you see hes still painfully hard. “How’re you doing Tech?”

“Me?” He says breathlessly. “I should be asking about you.”

“Its not about me Tech. So tell me, how are you feeling.”

“Feeling like I wanna kriff your tight pussy.” Tech says in a daze before his words catch up with his brain and his hand flies to his mouth. “I did not mean to say that. It appears the pollen is interfering with my Broca’s area.”

“I want you to kriff my tight pussy too Tech, but not yet.” You say, smirking before taking his cock into your mouth once again, this time steadily massaging his balls before pulling off and licking the base underneath, tugging the skin around his balls very gently before taking one in your mouth and sucking before moving on to the other. You keep this up at a steady pace, stroking Techs shaft in time with your movements. You feel his balls draw up and then he cums again, his jerking wildly before faltering and stopping. His whole body was flushed a hot pink.

“Don’t deserve you.” Tech mumbles, worn out, but his cock suggests otherwise. “Gonna make you mine though, fill you with my cum once I bury myself in you.” He suddenly says much darker than before.

You chuckle, leaning up to kiss him before he can apologise again. He savours the kiss before deepening it, tongue exploring your mouth while his fingers hold your waist, tugging you to sit on his lap.

His cock feels stiff where it lays between your bodies. Still connected at the mouth, you stand up between his legs and he tugs at your pants, pulling them off you. He goes to remove your panties but before he can you’ve already mounted him, pushing your panties to the side and sinking down on his length.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well.” Tech says against your throat which he was currently sucking down hard on as his hips bucked up to find friction in your heat. You realise the pollen has taken over.

“Going to fill you so well meshla. You’ll be feeling me for weeks.”

“Yes Tech, kriff me, please.” You lift yourself up but Tech growls, grabbing your waist and lifting you up and down on his cock himself and you feel your orgasm start to build until it peaks, waves of pleasure rippling through your body, your cunt clenching around Techs cock which causes him to cum again with a shout. You feel his spend inside you hole, dripping down to mix with the mess already on his groin.

In a swift movement, Tech picks you up and sets you down on the table in front of him, the cold metal causing you to shiver. Tech pays no mind, relentlessly fucking into you as he chases his next release.

You feel it, painting your insides but Tech doesn’t relent, picking up the pace. Your hands scramble for purchase and find nothing, Techs focus completely on the way his cock slides in and out of your wet heat.

“Take me so well. So wet. Made for me.” He says between grunts and you feel your second orgasm creep up on your suddenly, cresting and making you feel white hot. You wonder if some of the pollen had been absorbed into your system by the sheer amount of Techs releases inside you.

Its why you don’t mind when Tech pulls out of you, quickly flipping you over and yanking your pussy back towards him, re-sheathing himself in you and resuming a brutal pace. His hips bump against yours with every thrust and you’re sure he will leave bruise marks where his fingers dig into your hips.

A third release builds for you and you cum with a shout, Tech following shortly after. His movements finally slow until hes just rocking inside you, riding out the remains of his release before he slumps forward, encasing your body with his and you feel him soften inside you.

“Tech?”

“Mmm?” He mumbles.

“Can you get off me? This table is not comfortable.”

Tech starts, standing up rapidly despite the exhaustion he must feel – the report you read said patients usually slept for 2-3 days after the incident.

He gently pulls you up and off the table, cradling you in his arms. He opens his mouth but you beat him to it.

“Tech, don’t you dare apologise. I enjoyed this as much as you did.”

“The amount of my ejaculate pouring from you would beg to differ.”

You chuckle, leaning your head against his chest.

“I didn’t ruin things, did I?” Tech asks gently.

“No Tech, I think this expedited things. How about we get cleaned up in the decontamination shower together and then ill take you to your bunks.”

Tech sags as you hold him. “Perhaps that is a good idea.”

You manhandle Tech into the shower, getting fully undressed and helping eachother clean off, Techs fingers ghost over the red marks on your hips, thighs and the ones he left on your neck. You reassure him its alright and he agrees but you know he remains unconvinced.

By the time you make it back to his barracks, you’re practically carrying him, struggling under his weight. Wrecker happened to be walking down the opposite hall and jogs over to grab Tech, easily lifting him up when he passes out once Wrecker has him.

“What’s wrong with him?” Wrecker asks, concern etched in his face.

“He’ll be alright. He just needs to sleep. Had a run-in with a plant but we gave him the antidote.”

“Sure?”

“Yeah. He’ll be up and spurting his knowledge again in no time.”

“Hopefully not too soon.” Wrecker chuckles, taking Tech to their barracks and you wave them goodbye.

“Looks like you finally got the courage.” Wrecker whispers to Tech as enters their room.

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The air is fresh when you step outside the Marauder, on some planet Tech had chosen and told you all about – not that you were listening, too busy watching out the cockpit window at the sheer amount of green that you passed before Tech settled the ship down just outside of town in a field designated for visitors.

After claiming the ship needed repairs, Tech stayed behind as the rest of the batch – Omega, Echo, Hunter, Wrecker and yourself, headed off into the nearby town, Hunter and Omega getting supplies, Wrecker finding the nearest cantina and yourself and Echo – your love – just wandering around the town, hand in hand, the sun warming you up nicely.

“We should have a picnic. It is our anniversary tomorrow.” You declare as you pass a bakery, the scent of freshly baked bread causing you to stop and inhale deeply.

“Whatever you want mesh’la.” Echo replies, smiling at you like you were the sun.

You smile warmly at him, dropping his hand to go into the bakery itself, smiling brightly at those behind the display cases, treats you couldn’t even begin to name lining each shelf, the loaves of bread stacked neatly behind.

“What can I getcha, doll?” An elderly woman, perhaps the owner herself, greets you, returning your smile.

Echo, who had trailed in behind you, wraps his arms around your waist as your eyes flit over each choice, biting your bottom lip at the overwhelming amount of choices. Echo decides to end your deliberation, pointing at a peachy pink treat, the glaze glistening in the light streaming through the window.

“That one.” He says, nodding to the woman.

“And what can I get you sir?” She smiles just as warmly at him as she did you.

Echo shakes his head. “Nothing for me.”

You turn to look at Echo, your hand softly touching his arm. “You sure?”

“Sweets were never my thing. That was more Fives speed.”

You both lapse into silence, thinking about Echos twin. You knew Echo and Fives both during the war, and you missed Fives almost every day.

“Anything else?” The woman asks and thinking of Omega and Wrecker, you select a few other options, including something that you thought Tech and Hunter may like.

You pass over the credits and wave goodbye to the woman, promising that you would return tomorrow, feeling light and happy as you re-take Echos hand and meet up with the others back at the Marauder, Wrecker and Omega delighted at your gifts. Tech was still working so you set his in a place you know he will see, seeking out Hunter when he returns from his run. He thanks you when he returns and sets it aside for later.

Time passes easily with them, and you end up falling asleep in Echos arms, only waking up when he sets you on his rack, squeezing himself in behind you, stroking your hair as you drift off again.

“Happy Anniversary!” You say to Echo when he finds you outside the next morning, stretching your limbs in your comfortable tactical gear.

“Happy anniversary love.” Echo replies as you walk over to him, settling yourself in his outstretched arms. Echo tightens them around you – the cold of the mechanical hand that Tech had built for him contrasting against the warmth of his flesh hand. He presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“Picnic!” You say excitedly, springing out of Echos arms and rushing off to the town again, Echo following you after a shake of his head and a soft smile.

After picking up your goods – more bread, sweet treats and several different delicacies that you couldn’t pronounce – you head back to the Marauder, Echo packing up a bag for you both while you got changed.

Echo is stunned when you come out of the ship in a bright sundress, light straps tied on your shoulders, skimming over your body and grazing your mid-thigh. He chuckles when he gets to your feet and sees your normal sturdy boots.

“You like?” You ask, doing a twirl for him as you walk over to him.

“Love.” He replies, wrapping you in his arms and kissing you softly.

“Gross!” Wrecker yells from the crate he was sitting on, playing cards with Omega. You wink at Omega when she sneaks a look at Wreckers hand, his cards tilting downwards while he was distracted.

“I think its nice.” Omega says. “Maybe Hunter will find someone and I can have a mother too!”

Everyone chuckles at the spluttering sound of Hunter from inside the ship.

“I think you’re getting ahead of yourself – and Hunter – there little one.” Echo says.

“You gonna leave?” Wrecker says, pulling his focus back to the cards and frowning when Omega beats his current turn.

“Yup!” You reply, taking Echos hand and the two of you head off into the brush, walking through the forest to a clearing you had seen when the ship was coming in, soft white flowers scattering across the surface, a bubbling brook cutting along one side of it.

It takes a few hours but finally you reach your destination, Echo setting down the pack and handing you a few objects and you walk in a circle, setting them down equidistant to eachother before Echo activates them with his vambrace. A dome crackles up and overhead, clear when inside so you still got the warmth of the sun, but opaque to anyone that may wander through. After setting a few security protocols in place, Echo joins you at the rug you had laid out, all of the food being scattered across it.

It’s a long and lazy afternoon, grazing on the food, watching the fauna fly and skitter past. You were convinced you saw one of the bushes move, but Echo said you’d simply had too much food and it was going to your head.

Laying back, you tug Echo so he gently rolls on top of you and he supports his weight on his mechanical hand while his flesh hand traces down your jaw, his eyes gazing into yours lovingly before you reach your hand up behind his neck and yank him down so hes flush against you, and he automatically grinds his hips against yours and you can feel him harden in his undersuit, his armour having been shed hours ago.

“Happy anniversary babe.” You say cheekily, wiggling your eyebrows and Echo looks at your curiously. “Your present is hidden underneath this dress.”

Echos eyes darken and he lifts his body off yours long enough to slip the dress over your head and tosses it to the side, Echo taking in your form underneath: a black lacy bra with red sating strips over the cup, your stomach bare and then impossibly tiny panties covering only the necessary of your bits. Although Echo thoroughly enjoys the lingerie, his eyes focussed on the tattoo framed by the straps that rang along your left breast. A pair of dominos fan out, Echos CT number on one and Fives on the other.

Echos thumb skims across it and his eyes water slightly at the gesture, the declaration. “Cya’re.” He says and you shush him with a kiss, capturing his lips to convey what words couldn’t possibly say.

Echo breaks away the kiss to press his lips against the tattoo, then mouthing your nipples over the bra before kissing down your body slowly, taking his time, your hands falling liply to the side as Echo tends to you.

“These need to go.” He says darkly at your panties, slipping them off your legs ands tossing them away as he had your sundress. Any thoughts of the dress getting wrinkled leaves your mind as Echo places this mouth over your core, sending hot little puffs of breath against your clit while his fingers slip inside your cunt, pressing against the spongy spot inside you delightfully, causing your hips to lift off the rug involuntarily and Echos free hand rests on your hip, pinning you down but not hard enough to cause discomfort.

Once he can fit three fingers in easily, then he takes your clit between his lips, sucking harsly, flicking the sensitive nub with his tongue, the sensation too much and you cum with a shout, your thighs gripping the sides of Echos head and you don’t even care that the piece that covers his ears and wraps around the back of his head is digging into you painfully.

Echo releases you, grinning up at you from between your legs and you stroke his head softly. Tugging at him, he quickly stands up, shedding himself of his own clothes, his cock standing at attention.

Echo drapes himself over you and lines himself up with your entrance before filling you with a swift movement of his hips and you let out a happy sigh at being filled by your love again.

Echo starts with small movements, shallow thrusts before switching pace and doing sharp quick thrusts, his hips banging against yours, his balls slapping against your ass. Echo whispers sweet things against your lips as he works you both closer and closer to your release before thrusting as far inside you as you cum again, his seed filling you.

Echo flips you both so you’re on top, holding you close as he softens inside you. “I love you.” He says as he sweeps a piece of grass off your face.

“Love you too.”

“Round three in the brook?” Echo says cheekily and you smile at him and he sweeps you up, carrying you to the water.

Several hours later, and thoroughly satisfied, you’re back with Echo on the rug, laying on your backs with your hands entwined, looking up at the inky sky, the stars and moon shining brightly above you.

“I think that’s home.” You say, pointing at one of the bright stars in sky.

“Do you miss it? Home?” Echo asks.

The war had torn your home planet apart – and that’s where you had met Echo and his brother Fives and Rex after they were sent to aide your planet. You had looked it up again since the Empire took over and you knew you could never go back, not with your ties.

“Ive found a new home.” You reply, tilting your head to the side to look at Echo and when he notices he brings your hand to his lips and kisses your fingers.

“I did get you something.”

“Yeah? You know you didn’t have to.”

“Not as good as yours, but I think it will come in hand-y.” Echo says, rolling back on top of your, his flesh hand rubbing the soft fabric of your sundress where the tattoo was hidden underneath, back on your body. The night was warm enough that you didn’t need any blankets.

“Echo!” You laugh, gently whacking his chest.

Echo smirks at you as his hand – his metal one – snakes between your legs, his palm cupping your sex, the coolness of it not doing anything to dampen the sheer heat you felt whenever you laid with your love.

You gasp as his hands starts vibrating and he grinds his hand against your clit, his fingers seeking refuge in your cunt. Its too much, too soon and you cum quickly, writhing underneath Echo until he removes his hand when you whine from oversensitivity.

“How did you get Tech to install that modification?” You say breathlessly as you come down from your high, Echo rolling off you and turning to his side, pulling you flush against his chest.

“Said it was for massage.” Echo says, placing his metal hand on your shoulder and the vibrations start again and he kneads the muscle there, loosing it with each pass.

“I-ah!” you exclaim and he works on a particularly hard knot. “I can’t believe Tech fell for that excuse.”

“He can be pretty clueless sometimes.” Echo says, turning off the vibrations and wrapping his hand around your waist again.

You both lapse into a comfortable silence before drifting off to sleep, the twinkling stars in the night sky a reminder of everything out there, and that you were so lucky to have your whole galaxy right here, with Echo.

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It was peaceful, laying back against the soft grass, fisting your hands in the short tufts, face tilting towards the sun, basking in the warmth as it grazed over your body.

After completing a high paying gig for Cid, Hunter had acquiesced to Omega, allowing Tech a planet of his choosing for them to take a vacation on.

A shadow falls across your body, the warmth you had gained dissipating immediately. “Go away Wrecker.” You say without opening your eyes.

“Aw.” He replies. “Come for a hike with me?”

“But I’m comfy.”

“I’ll carry you!”

“Wrecker no!” But its too late, hes already scooping you up, running off towards the treeline, laughing as you shrieked, only putting you back down when Crosshair captures his attention, throwing a rock at him that pings off the back of his head.

“Ow!” Wrecker says, rounding on Crosshair who was laughing, bolting for the ship when Wrecker gives chase, Tech stopping Wrecker from entering with an outstretched hand, his focus on the datapad in front of him.

“You are not entering my ship with those muddy boots.”

“But-“

“No, you and Crosshair will only annoy me with your mischief. I require peace if I am to complete these upgrades.”

Wrecker pouts and Tech walks back into the depths of the ship, Crosshair smirking at Wrecker, Wrecker poking his tongue out at Crosshair in response, and you don’t even need to look at Hunter to know he’s rolling his eyes at his brothers.

Settling back in the grass, you close your eyes again, only for your ray of sunlight to be shaded once more. “Go away Hunter.”

“How do you know its Hunter? Your eyes are closed!” Omega says from where she was practising with her bow under Crosshairs tutelage until he decided to annoy Wrecker. “Are you a jedi a didn’t tell us?”

You sigh. “I’m not a jedi, or a force user Omega, I just know your brothers’ footsteps.”

“Be cooler if you were a jedi.”

“I’m not getting any peace here, am I.” You say to no one in particular.

“Please take Wrecker and get him some exercise. He’s going to break something if he doesn’t stretch his legs and burn off some energy.”

“Hes not a mastiff Hunter.” You snap back.

“Please?”

Opening your eyes, you look up at Hunter who is pleading with you with his eyes and you sigh, holding out your hand, Hunter grabbing it and pulling you to standing.

“Why is this my job again?” You ask.

“Because he’s your partner.”

“Wreck! Let’s go for that hike!” You call over to Wrecker who looked like he was ready to snap a tree in half, just because he could.

“Yeah!” He exclaims, Echo tossing him a pack from inside the ship before making his way over to you, your hand outstretched and Wrecker takes it and together you head off into the bush.

It was actually a really good idea, you think, as you make your way through the brush, the sun filtering through the trees, keeping you a comfortable temperature despite the warmer climate. You take in the landscape, the ecosystem as you and Wrecker point out all sorts of animals and part of you wished Tech was there to tell you what species they were. You keep up a playful conversation with Wrecker as you head further and further in.

After a few hours you stumble upon a clearing by the side of a lake, a small cliff above the pool of clear liquid, water rushing down its face.

Closing your eyes you take a deep breath, letting it all soak in, the bubbling of the waterfall, the steady woosh of the river, the birds chirping in the background. This definitely was a good idea, not that you would admit that to Hunter when you returned.

You look over at Wrecker, who was setting out a small blanket, pulling a few bits of food and you’re surprised they’re not ration bars.

“Echo and Omega stopped by the town yesterday while we were…busy and picked up a few things.” Wrecker explains as you sit down next to him, taking the proffered food and munching on it.

Wrecker of course inhales his, fishing out a second serving, his free hand taking yours and just holding it, not speaking.

After you finished eating, you lay on the blanket, face tilted upwards against the afternoon sun and you feel Wrecker lay down beside you, pointing out different shapes in the small tufts of clouds that wafted past, your hand still tightly held in his.

You lapse into silence and Wrecker turns on his side, facing you, tracing his finger up your leg, your sturdy pants acting as a barrier as he kneads your hip.

“Need to wear off some of that excess energy, eh?” You say slyly, tilting your head to look at Wrecker, smiling at him as he watches you with adoration. “Yesterday wasn’t enough for you?”

Wrecker grins. “Not nearly enough to satiate me.”

“Your appetite is unparalleled Wrecker.”

“Then maybe its time for my dessert.” Wrecker replies, rolling over so he was poised over your body, his strong arms bracketing either side of your head as he supported himself.

“Dessert? I’m a whole damn meal.”

“Kriff mesh’la, you are.” Wrecker replies, leaning down to kiss you, your hands fisting in his shirt at an attempt to pull him closer, but Wrecker holds firm and your hands go to grip his arms as he ruts against you, both of your clothes in the way.

Wrecker grinds against you as you make out but its not enough and you whine for Wrecker to hurry up already.

Wrecker responds by undoing the clasp on your pants, pulling down the zipper oh so slowly before tapping your hip and you lift your legs and bum so he can tug the offending item of clothing off your body, your underwear going with them.

Wrecker shuffles down, poised over your sex, licking his lips as he looks at it before dipping down, kissing it once, twice, three times as you mewl above him, desperate for friction against your throbbing clit.

Wrecker licks a big stripe up your sex before taking your clit in his mouth a sucking harshly, your hips jerking upwards, and Wrecker pulls your thighs tighter around his head. “Use me babe.”

And you do, griding on his face, directing him where to touch, to taste and its not long before your climax builds, cresting suddenly as soft curses fall from your lips as you ride out your high on Wreckers lips.

Smiling and licking his lips again, he leaves your core to hover over you again, bending down once more to kiss you, this time gently and you gently nibble at his lower lip, causing Wrecker to gasp against your mouth.

“You like that Wreck?”

“Kriff I love it. Do it again.”

Taking Wreckers lower lip between your teeth you tug it slightly before biting down, harder than the first time and Wrecker moans, his clothed member rutting against your naked one, the fabric of his pants giving you a new sensation that was not unpleasant.

“Need you Wrecker. Need you inside me.”

“So needy.” Wrecker replies, relieving him of his pants, removing your top and his as well, your exposed nipples hardening as a cool breeze dance across them, Wrecker taking them in his hands to massage them, warm them up before he takes one in his mouth and sucks, kissing the pebbled skin around it.

“Wrecker, get on with it.”

“I like to play with my food before I eat it.”

“Keep this up and you’ll never be eating again.” You reply half-joking, half frustrated.

“As you wish.” Wrecker takes his member in his hand, smothering it with his precum before dipping his fingers back into your hole, gathering some of the slick there and using it to futher lubricate his cock before guiding himself to your core and pressing in slowly, kissing you as you gasp as your body stretches to accommodate his girth, but by now you were used to it.

Wreckers waits until you start wiggling your hips, head tipping back into a beam of light as Wrecker stretches you wonderfully. He begins to thrust shallowly, allowing your body to lubricate his length until he can move with ease, thrusting deep that has you screaming, no-one able to hear you.

Wrecker grunts above you, eyes focussed on yours, face contorted in determination, and it doesn’t take long for you heat begin to spark and suddenly you’re clenching around Wreckers cock as you cum, Wrecker holding your head in his hand as he follows, his hips stuttering before he finally pulls out.

You let out a breath. “Wrecker, you’re amazing.”

Wreckers thumb rubs against your cheek affectionately, eyes still locked with yours and you’re sure yours are as full of love as his are.

After pressing another kiss against your lips, he stands up, bringing you with him, your legs wrapping around his middle as he carries you to the water to clean off. You spend hours there, wrapped up in eachother, enjoying nature until you know you need go back, getting to the Marauder just as the sun disappears behind the mountains, the sky darkening.

Tech turns on the lights of the Marauder, lighting up their camp and you shield your eyes from the glare, your other hand firmly in Wreckers larger one.

“Oh good, you’re back. We would have had to send out a search party if you had not returned.”

“We wouldn’t have liked what we found.” Crosshair says, sitting on a crate.

Hunter looks up from the fire that he was putting together with Omega and Echos help, smiling when Wrecker yawns.

Omega immediately yawns which as well sets you off. “Wrecker!” Omega chides and Wrecker looks bashful as he sits down next to her, pulling you onto his lap.

“Thanks.” Hunter says to you.

“Anytime Sarge.”

Hunter chuckles. “You’ll regret saying that.”

“No, I don’t think I will.” You say, gazing up at Wrecker. You would never bemoan some private time with your love.

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Wiping the sweat from your brow again in so many moments, you let out a small noise of displeasure, over the thick sludge you were wading through and the high humidity that had you stifled and overheated in your gear.

“Would you cease with your moaning?” Tech snaps at you from ahead, leading the group through the swamp towards to the Separatist base you had been tasked of destroying.

“Not all of us have a thermo-regulated flight suit.” You snipe back but Tech doesn’t respond, too focussed on his datapad.

“Didn’t you choose this mission?” Wrecker asks lightly, not wanting to invite your wrath. It had been at least a day of trekking through the same conditions. You were sweaty, you were tired, and desperately in need of a shower.

Sighing, you have to acquiesce. It was your fault they were all on this planet with you. You had been so desperate to do another mission with them – a rarity for a civilian operative in the GAR – that you had taken the file from your boss without even reading the mission details first. You thought this would be an easy mission you could stretch out to spend more time with your partner – Crosshair – and it would be, once you finally got through the swamp. And survived the planet trying to kill you.

Your foot gets stuck and you bite back another grumble as Crosshair comes up behind you, lifting your boot out of the sludge without saying anything and you continue on your way.

Tech stops short, so quickly that Wrecker bumps into the back of him, causing Tech to stumble forward into a pool that was a deep violet colour, far different than what you had been walking through before. Tech scrambles up and out of the way, making it back to the bank as the liquid shimmers, but nothing further comes out of it and with a glare at Wrecker, your group continues on their way.

There’s silence for a little while longer until Hunter holds up his hand, signalling for the group to duck for cover and you crouch behind a large shrub as a beast lumbers past, twice the size of Wrecker, covered in thick black scales and bright blue eyes on the sides of its head.

As it passes you slowly get up when suddenly it turns, sprinting towards you at a speed you couldn’t possibly outrun and with a single precise blast from Crosshair the creature howls and scampers off in the other direction.

You nod at Crosshair in thanks, and he nods his head in return.

You’re smiling at him when the ground suddenly begins to shake violently, hard enough to send you all flying and as you stand up as the aftershocks subside you realise you’d fallen into another pool of the purple liquid. Shaking it off as best you can, you go to step out of it when something yanks you downwards, your hands scrambling on the banks for purchase.

Its not enough and you take a deep breath as you’re pulled down and you see the blaster bolts fly past you under the water, hitting whatever creature had captured you. It roars with pain, flinging its whole body up high into the sky and as you reach daylight again you see that it’s a large bulbous looking creature, with hundreds of tentacles protruding from its body, one large eye blinking as it adjusts to the light.

As its distracted by the rest of the batch, the grip slackens enough for you to pull your knife out of your boot – your blaster lost when you were submerged – and you cut the tentacle holding you, diving for the eye and slicing it right in the middle and you’re thrown to the side, landing in a pair of strong arms as the creatures slinks away back into the depths.

You smile at Wrecker, who had caught you. “Thanks Wreck.”

“Good work there ad’ika.” He replies, grinning at you as he sets you back on the ground.

Crosshair is over to you immediately, searching your face for any sign of injury. “Im fine, Cross.”

Crosshair grumbles but seems to take your word for it, looking over to Tech who was scanning you.

“Besides a few cuts, they are fine. Nothing that requires medical attention.” Tech says, turning on his heel and heading for the Separatist base again. The whole group follow after him.

The rest of the journey is thankfully uneventful, the dangers apparently cleared out by Separatists when they set up the base. As you get into position, you ignore the slimy sensation on your ankle, chalking it down to walking through the sludge and some of it getting past your pants which had been tucked into your boots.

The Bad Batch and yourself raid the base, clearing out the droids easily and its only when the sensation gets worse, your leg becoming insanely itchy and white hot that you lift your leg to inspect your ankle, finding a small tear in the fabric. Untucking your pants and lifting them up, your see a small tentacle stuck there and you yank it off quickly, stinging as it uncups itself from your skin, leaving a purple slime that absorbs into your skin instantly. It then seemingly withers and dies.

“I’ll take that.” Tech says, carefully taking the specimen from you and storing it in a small container which he puts in his backpack.

Hunter peers over your ankle as you touch the thick welts it had left behind and they’re hot, almost like they’re on fire and it spreads to your toes and further up your body.

“Somethings wrong.” You say before you crumple, Hunter catching you before you hit the ground.

“Tech.” Hunter growls and Tech is over to your side quickly, scanning your body rapidly.

“It appears to be a poison, causing increased temperature, heart rate and sensitivity. Pupils are also dilated. I do not have the medical capacity to treat you here. We must get you back to the Marauder.”

“Are they going to survive?” Crosshair asks, his tone as in control as he can muster but you can tell he’s incredibly worried.

Tech sticks you with a needle, drawing some blood and you hiss at him. Crosshair reaches a hand out to stroke your jaw and when your eyes lock on him, his helmet now off, you’re overwhelmed, moaning. You needed Crosshair, and you needed him now.

Thankfully, the others think you moan in pain rather than arousal. “An analysis of their blood does appear that the poison will not cause death, just extreme pain. The best course of action if for Hunter, myself and Wrecker to go and get the Marauder while Crosshair stays here.” Tech says, turning to his brothers.

“Wouldn’t it be better for you to stay here? You have the best medic training out of all of us.” Hunter asks.

“Under usual circumstances I would agree with you. However, the air on this planet is just as rough as the terrain. As I am also the best pilot, it will be safer if I fly the ship.”

Wrecker shrugs. Sounded reasonable.

You don’t here anything further than that, your mind becoming hazy, a desperate need to be satiated overwhelming your body and you writhe on the ground, desperate for friction between your legs but you get none. Crosshair places a firm hand on your leg and torso, holding your steady as Tech says a few words to him, Hunter and Wrecker already making for the exit. Tech soon follows.

“Cy’are, talk to me.” Crosshair says as soon as his brothers are gone, the softer part of him coming out now that he didn’t have a stoic front to maintain.

“Crosshair, it hurts.” You say, pleading. “Help me.”

“I can give you a sedative, or pain dampeners.” Crosshair says.

“Not…” You screw your eyes shut as another wave of arousal washes over you, getting to the point of pain. “Need you. Need you.” You pant.

“Its hardly the time mesh’la.”

Grabbing Crosshairs arm tightly you stare at him firmly. “Crosshair, the poison. It’s an aphrodisiac. This is the only way to help me.” You drop Crosshairs arm and you thump backwards, hips bucking off the ground as another wave crashes through your body. You’re just so turned on you’re surprised you haven’t leaked through your pants.

“You sure this is what you need?” Crosshair asks, searching your eyes.

You nod rapidly. “Please. Please help me.”

“This won’t be comfortable.” Crosshair warns you.

“Don’t,” you say between pants. “Don’t care.”

Crosshair settles himself between your legs, cupping your sex and you let out a sigh of relief as he rubs his hand, grinding it against you as you buck up into it and it only takes a few moments before you cum, whole body shuddering, the next wave coursing through you with slightly less intensity.

And that’s how it goes; Crosshair bringing you to release over and over: with his fingers, his mouth and you’re a mess from the waist down, completely naked.

“Need you to fuck me Crosshair.” You whine, still needing more.

“Not yet.”

You let out a whimper as Crosshair pulls you up to sit in his lap and over his leg, gripping your hips and moving you against his thigh as you rut against him, leaving a mess on his armour when you find another release.

“Crosshair.” You can’t even beg, you were getting worn out, the waves getting smaller and smaller each time, but still, the fire burned through you, wanting the connection, needing to be filled.

Crosshair lays you down gently, not bothering to remove anything but his codpiece, freeing his cock and lining it up with your slick entrance, pushing forward swiftly until he’s buried to the base and you cry out in pleasure at finally getting what you want. He knows you’re desperate, fucking into you without abandon, movements with a steady pace, sometimes deep and slow, sometimes shallow and fast.

“Cum with me.” You say, gripping his hand as you feel another wave creeping up on you.

“No mesh’la. You need to cum more than that to be rewarded with my seed. You need to earn me filling up your tight hole.”

“Crosshair!” You moan as you cum, his words enough to send you over the edge and you see his eyes screw shut, clearly working very hard not cum himself as your walls pulled him in closer.

He gives himself only a second before he pulls out, flipping you onto your front and re-entering you, your hands splayed out against the cold durasteel floor, your knees scraping against the ground as your body jolts with each thrust until you cum again, Crosshair still holding back but you can feel him trembling behind you as he holds himself back.

Pulling your chest back towards him he folds you over your knees, your ass displayed in front of him before slipping back inside you, the new angle perfect and your next orgasm doesn’t take long and as you scream Crosshairs name, he finally lets himself go, fucking into you relentlessly as he pours himself inside your tight hole.

He stills and as he pulls out you finally feel relief, the poison having worked its way out of your system.

Crosshair gently carries you over to a wall, propping you up against it as your head lolls to the side, eyes rapidly closing as you fought to keep them open. They close, but you feel Crosshair clean you up best he can with his water pack and a rag that he kept in his pack before he re-dresses you, sitting down next to you and pulling you between his legs, your back against his chest.

“I’m okay Crosshair.” You say, answering the question he couldn’t bring himself to ask.

“I’m glad you didn’t die.” He says with a scoff before resting his chin on the top of your head and bringing you in closer to his body. “The paperwork would have been a bitch.”

You chuckle, letting your exhaustion take over, falling asleep in Crosshairs arms.

Crosshair glares at his brothers when they return about a cycle later, finger held to his lips, arms still wrapped around your sleeping form, although you hand now moved to be sitting completely in Crosshair lap, your head turned to the side and against his chest.

“What happened?” Hunter asks quietly as he walks over gingerly.

“Poison worked its way out of their system. It wasn’t pretty.” Crosshair replies.

“I will require a full report on the effects and cure. It will need to be studied.” Tech says.

“No.” Crosshair says, and Techs surprised at his ferocity, nodding to Crosshair to confirm he understood. There would be no mention of this in his mission report.

“We should get goin’” Wrecker whispers, which isn’t all that quiet and you stir.

“Crosshair?” You say sleepily, smiling up at him and he can’t help but smile back at you.

“Aww, look at you Cross. You do have feelings!” Wrecker teases.

“I think it’s the first time I have seen Crosshair smile in several rotations.” Tech adds, his tone not teasing but his brothers know him well enough to know his intention.

“Should we take a picture?” Hunter piles on.

Without lifting your head off Crosshairs chest, you flip them off and they all laugh, including you and Crosshair.

“Let’s get out of here.” You say as Crosshair helps you to your feet. “And remind me to never pick a mission without reading the report first.”

Chapter Text

Your eyes drift from the datapad in front of you, the device no longer able to keep your attention. Your eyes spied something much more entertaining, two of your clone boys in their barracks with you, Wrecker and Crosshair having gone off in search of food, Wreckers appetite unable to be satiated.

Tech was scribbling formulas in his bunk again, Hunter testing his reflexes with a device Tech had built, tapping each of the circles as they light up.

Getting up, you walk over to Hunter once hes stopped, and he tosses off his gloves as he watches you. Time to test his reflexes when it was unexpected.

Pretending to feint, Hunter catches you easily.

“Are they alright?” Tech says, rushing over you, waving his scanner over your body.

“They’re fine.” Hunter says, a bemused expression on his face as he looks down at you.

“My heart!” You say dramatically, placing one hand over your heart and the other flying to your forehead.

“Dramatic much?” Hunter says, setting you back on your feet. Tech stands next to him, unsure what to do next.

“I think I need medical attention.” You say, tracing your finger along Hunters jaw and he closes his eyes before you leave him and do the same to Tech. “You see, I have this problem. And I think it needs to be examined.”

“What is your ailment?” Tech asks, leaning into your game.

“Well, when I’m around my boys, my heart just races, I feel feint and I tingle all over and…” You trail off, twirling your hair between your fingers, pretending to be embarrassed.

“We cannot assist you unless you tell us what is wrong mesh’la.” Tech prompts.

“I get wet between my legs. I need you both to help me. Please.” You say, eyes pleading with them as you grip their arms.

Hunter and Tech share a look before turning back to you.

“The doctors will see you now.” Hunter says with a smirk, sweeping his hand behind your legs and picking you up, carrying you to the bed and laying you down in the middle.

You open your mouth to speak but Hunter slaps his hand over it. “You will respect authority. You can only respond when asked. We are in control of your body.”

Tech peers over Hunters shoulder. “You didn’t even ask them for permission.”

Hunter removes his hand and jerks his head for you to answer Tech.

“Yes sirs, please help me. The pain is unbearable.” You whine, writhing as Hunter slaps his hand back over your mouth again, his other hand holding you down by your chest. When it still fails to keep you down as Tech undresses you, he swings his leg over your chest, sitting atop your chest, knees either side supporting most of his weight, grabbing your wrists and hoisting them over your head, Tech handing him a pair of restraints which he secures to the headboard.

“You did this to yourself mesh’la.” Hunter says, face close, lips close to yours but he won’t reward you, grazing his lips over yours before pulling away and looking behind him.

“I believe it is time for a sensitivity test.” Tech says, settling between your spread thighs.

“I’ll start.” Hunter says, leaning over you and taking your breast in his mouth, sucking on the flesh, goosebumps raising on your skin, jerking off the bed when he takes your nipple into his mouth and suck at the same Tech bites down on your inner thigh. You cant help but moan, turning your head when you realise your mistake.

Hunter immediately takes his lips off your skin, grabbing your face to look at him. “Naughty.”

“It appears they are over sensitive. You should see this Hunter, they are dripping everywhere.” Tech says from behind Hunter and Hunter looks behind him, taking in your glistening sex. Hunter growls.

“I can smell it.”

“Perhaps further examination of the area is required.” Tech says, putting on a pair of clean gloves, hearing the latext snap against his wrists as he puts them on.

“Don’t need a stethoscope to hear your heart mesh’la. Its beating right out of your chest.” Hunter says.

“I am in position.” Tech says and you writhe, desperate for any sort of friction, techs covered finger tracing your inner thighs and the creases of your pelvis.

“Perhaps I should examine you here.” Hunter says, taking your breasts in his hands and massaging them, tweaking your nipples as Tech presses a finger inside of you, wiggling it around.

“When was your last cervical exam?” Tech asks, his mind straying from the game you were playing.

“Tech.” Hunter says, stopping him. “Focus.”

Tech responds by adding a second finger as Hunter slicks up his hard cock using the precum he had been leaking into your chest, pressing your breasts together and sliding his cock between them, thrusting slowly.

You mouth opens to say something and you clamp it shut. You needed permission.

Hunter catches this. “Speak, kitten.”

“Need more Tech. Please.”

“You’ve been so good for us. How can I deny you? I will give you the relief you require.” Tech replies and you feel his fingers leave your core and then theres a bit of shuffling as he positions himself at your entrance before sheathing himself inside you and you moan, hands jerking against the restraints.

With Hunters hands on your breasts and nipples as he fucks them and Techs precise movements inside you, it doesn’t take long for you to reach you high, shuddering as you cum, forehead shiny with sweat from wrestling with the restraints. Tech follows as your core swallows his cock, burying himself in you as he cums. By the way Hunter was grunting above you, you know he’s close and you open your mouth obediently and the sight sends Hunter over the edge, eyes locking with you as he paints your face with his cum, breathing heavily as he comes down from his high.

Tech appears at your side, gently removing your restraints and carefully checking that they hadn’t damaged your skin, frowning at Hunter when he looks at the mess he made of you.

“Perhaps a sponge bath is required for the patient.” Tech says.

“Anything the doctor wishes.” You reply, smiling at your boys, Hunter leaning down to kiss you, tasting himself on your tongue.

“Was that alright?” He says against your ear as Tech goes off to get a cloth.

“Amazing. Definitely should do that again.”

“Maybe you could be the doctor next time.”

“Only if I can get you in a little nurse’s outfit.” You joke.

“I have one you could borrow.” Tech says as he returns, handing the cloth to Hunter as both your heads whip to look at him.

“What?” You say.

“Have I not mentioned that to you?” Tech says, reddening a little.

“No, because if you had I would immediately told you to put it on and fucked you four ways to Sunday.” You reply.

Tech squeaks. “I would very much like that.”

“Next time then.”

“I’m not wearing it.” Hunter says, finally getting off your chest as Tech wanders off to finish his calculations.

“You say that now, but I’m sure I could make it worth your while…”

Hunter shakes his head, chuckling at you. He wouldn’t be caught dead in such a thing. Not even for you.

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You were minding your own business as you walked along the streets of coruscant when a speedercab goes past above you, a few young men hollering at you inappropriately, laughing amongst themselves.

Irritated, you pull the collapsible bow from your utility belt and snap it into place, grabbing a projectile and aiming, closing one eye as you shoot, hitting the target and blue electricity crackles all over the speeder, causing the engine to sputter out as it slowly starts falling.

Not realising they had friends they were about to pick up a few blocks down, you have to bolt when they start chasing you, those in the speedercab abandoning their vehicle and joining the chase as well. Skidding to a stop, you sprint down an alley and then realise they had more friends when from both ends the young men appear, cracking their necks.

When they get to you, you spring into action, dispatching them with ease and leaving them groaning on the ground. You feel a figure come up behind you and you spin, arm going up to hit their neck, their strong hand grabbing your wrist easily, so you swing out your other hand into their stomach, colliding with something hard that causes pain to flare in your hand. The figure takes a step back, giving you space and you realise they are not with the others.

“Maker in hell, are you made out of beskar?” You say, holding your now injured hand with your uninjured one, hissing as you try to release the digits from your clenched fist.

Wrecker looks at you, bemused but also concerned. “Are you alright?”

“I was until you showed up, kriff!”

“Come on, my brother can patch you up. Im Wrecker by the way. Whats your name?”

“I just got chased down by a bunch of guys, and you want me to go with you, a complete stranger?”

“Yeah, I didn’t really think that through. You’re hurt. We can help. I’m a clone, by the way.” Wrecker says, unclipping his shoulder piece and showing you the republic symbol on the undersuit.

“You don’t look like a clone.”

“’Cause I’m better than those regs!” Wrecker says happily. “Come on.”

You tilt your head for Wrecker to leave and you follow him to his ship, keeping an eye out in case you need to make a quick escape but he takes you to the Republic docs, clones everywhere and you begin to think hes telling you the truth so as he ushers you up the ramp you give him your name.

You’re surprised when you see three sets of very similar eyes fall on you as you hit the top of the ramp and step inside the ship itself.

“Wrecker, who is this and what are they doing on my ship?” Tech says immediately, eyeing you off.

“They were being harassed and chased. Went to help ‘em when I realised they were doing just fine on their own.” Wrecker says proudly and Tech raises his eyebrow, his question still not answered. “They, uh, didn’t realise I wasn’t there to hurt them until they’d already thrown a punch or two my way. Hurt their hand. Thought you could help ‘em.”

Hunter shakes his head at his brother as Tech takes your hand and inspects it, hissing in pain as he gently pries the digits out from the closed fist.

“They are not broken. Merely dislocated. I can fix this.”

Without a real warning, Tech pops the fingers back into their joints and you end up biting your other hand to stop a stream of curses from falling from you lips.

“All done.” Tech announces before going back to the cockpit.

Wiggling your fingers you confirm he has healed you and while a bit tender, all the pain was gone. Before you can excuse yourself, Wrecker is already pulling off his helmet and talking excitedly. “You shoulda seen ‘em Cross, same skills as you for accuracy.”

“Doubtful.” Crosshair interjects.

“Laid out those guys easily in the alley too. So cool. Watch.” Wrecker says, plugging his helmet into the screens along one of the walls and a video recording starts of Wrecker walking along the street, ice-cream cone in his hand, helmet in the other, humming to himself.

“Riveting.” Crosshair deadpans.

“We can skip this.” Wrecker says and Hunter fasts forwards until Wrecker tells him to stop and you re-watch the event take place, the horrid words before you shoot down the speedercab, the camera getting shaky as Wrecker drops his ice-cream to follow after you, helmet now on his head and he stops as you take on your attackers, gracefully taking them down. He stops the recording.

“Good technique. Had training?” Hunter asks you.

“Nothing formal.” You reply with a shrug but its obvious by the way Hunter narrows his eyes slightly he doesn’t believe you. Crosshair is also eyeing you carefully which stops when Wrecker shoves him playfully, expression turning into a scowl.

“Told ya!” Wrecker says.

An odd silence falls, and you realise this was your chance to get out of here. “Wrecker, can I buy you another ice-cream, as thanks for helping me?”

“I wasn’t any help, but sure. I’ll never turn down ice-cream.”

You bid farewell to Wreckers brothers and follow him back out into the Coruscant streets, stopping to get ice-cream before tugging on Wreckers free hand, telling him your apartment wasn’t far from there, taking him to the roof as you finish your treats.

Once you’re finished, you just sit in silence, looking out over Coruscant, kicking your legs against the wall behind them. Wrecker takes a sharp inhale of breath and you look over at him, your eyes flickering down to his lips, pink from his treat, back up to his eyes, warm and inviting.

“Can I kiss you?” Wrecker asks sweetly and you nod your head, closing the gap between your bodies and pressing your lips gently against his and then you deepen the kiss, your hands resting on his shoulders while his rest on your waist, your lips moulding as one as you explore each-others mouths, tasting the flavours each of you had chosen which surprisingly end up going well together.

Finally you pull apart and Wreckers expression is full of joy.

Standing up, you hold out your hand for Wrecker to take and he does, his hand engulfing yours as you tug him along and into your apartment, shutting the door gently behind you. You manoeuvre Wrecker to the couch where he sits and you settle on his lap and start kissing him again, unhurried and just living in the moment.

You feel him harden underneath you and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t as equally turned on. Pulling your lips away from Wrecker you stroke the back of his head lightly with you nails and look at him seductively.

“There’s something I’d like to suck more than an ice lolly right now.”

Wrecker sputters and you giggle, sliding off his lap and sinking to your knees, settling yourself between his thighs as you push them apart with your hands, gripping onto the strong muscle.

Slowly, you fiddle with his codpiece, unclipping it and pulling out his cock and its so much bigger than you could have imagined. Licking your lips and looking up at Wrecker through your eyelashes you take as much of him as you can in your mouth, sucking and licking gently, as if it were a sweet treat. Which it was.

Your hand grips the base, your mouth not even close to being able to take him all the way but he doesn’t seem to mind, moaning softly above you with his eyes closed, hands clasped behind his head. He feels you looking at him and he opens his eyes to smile at you. “So pretty.” He comments as you lick a big stripe from base to tip before paying special attention to the ridges around the head. Its almost lazy how you work him, Wrecker just enjoying it while he praised you. Eventually he pulls you off him, two fingers tilting your jaw upwards.

“My turn to taste you.” Wrecker says, easily lifting you up and setting you on the couch next to him, and he now sinks to his knees, tugging off your pants and you automatically spread your legs for him.

“So pretty.” He repeats before diving forward, pressing sloppy kisses to your clit before sucking on the sensitive nub, hard, and it causes you to buck your hips against his face as you gasp, Wrecker simply chuckling against your sex.

He works you open, sliding in one finger, then two and finally a third which fills you delightfully, his fingers reaching places that yours never could, his mouth not giving up any attention to your clit as he works you up to your release.

You’re practically gripping his head as he slurps, eating out your pussy like a man starved, like its tastier than anything he’d ever had before and watching him between your legs causes your orgasm to build swiftly and with a loud moan, you cum all over his face, Wrecker happily licking up your release.

You tug him up and pull him into a sloppy open mouthed kiss and he sits back down next to you, and you spend the next few minutes just making out before your rubbing your thighs together, wanting more friction.

Wrecker catches on, removing all of his armour and undersuit, leaving his strong form bare to you and your hands cant help but explore the thick muscle, fingers delicately tracing over his scars.

Climbing onto his lap, you grind down on his length and you both moan into eachothers mouths.

“Go slow okay? I know im big.”

You nod to Wrecker, hovering above him while you guide him to your slick entrance, pushing him in and sliding down a fraction, letting your body adjust to the burn before easing down further and further until you cant take any more of him. He allows you to adjust to his size and when you have you gyrate your hips, Wrecker filling you so delightfully it sends sparks through your skin with each movement.

He lets you set the pace, sliding up and down his shaft slowly until you’re coming up on a second release, speeding up your movements, taking Wrecker deeper into you and you can hear him panting, lips connecting with your neck as you ride him. With a gasp you cum for the second time and you feel Wrecker lose a bit of his control, thrusting shallowly into you as he finds his release as well.

As you come down from your high Wrecker takes your head in his hands, brushing away a stray piece of hair off your face before leaning in to kiss you softly.

“Will I see you again?” He asks but doesn’t move and you wonder if hes expecting you to kick him out of your apartment.

“I’m not done seeing you now.” You smirk, leaning forward to kiss him again and that’s how you remain for the next several hours, entwined in eachother.

Chapter Text

20 BBY, Carlac

Your cuirass dug into your chest, from your current position, laid out on your front, a perfect view of the village that your clan has taken over a few cycles ago. At least it was better than the cold you would have felt without your Mandalorian armour, Carlac being an ice planet and the tips of your feet, enclosed in your boots, dug into the icy ground.

“Don’t move.”

You feel a blaster dig into your back and you raise your hands out to the side in surrender.

“Get up.” The voice says and you do so slowly, pulling yourself up to standing to look at a pair of clone troopers, clad in armour that had blue detailing, both with their blasters raised. Finally, the Republic had come. Maybe you could finally be free if you played your cards right.

“I can help you.” You say.

“Why would we trust you?” Says the one with the small red mark on the front of his helmet, above the visor. “You’re one of them. You’re Death Watch.”

There it was, both your saviour and your shackles. The Death Watch had picked you up as a child, a foundling, after your planet had been ravaged by pirates, you the lone survivor after you had hid in the forest when destruction rained. They had trained you, given you shelter, food, your armour when you had proven yourself. But then they broke away from Mandalore, became extremists and you no longer felt comfortable amongst them, seeing the things they did to people, to whole villages. You had wanted to leave for quite some time but didn’t have the opportunity, or the means to support yourself.

“I don’t want to be.” You say quietly and the other trooper lowers his blaster slightly.

“Fives, maybe we should take them to the General.” The one who lowered his blaster says.

“Seriously Echo? We need to push forward.”

“We were sent to do recon Fives, nothing more. This might be the best intel we could possibly get.”

Fives sighs, re-holstering his blaster. “Fine. But they’re going in magna-cuffs.”

Fives places the cuffs over your outstretched wrists, and they escort you back to their base.

“Captain, we caught this one. They say they want to help.” Fives shoves you forward but you keep your footing, stopping in front of the captain and you see his face, one you have seen millions of times. You thought the blond hair was a nice touch.

“I commed Skywalker when you sent word of your capture. He should be here shortly.”

“Rex, what is it?” The General says, sounding a bit annoyed. “I’m not helping you file reports again. I think I might of died from boredom that last time.”

“Don’t exaggerate Master.” A young torguta says to her master, stepping into the tent behind him.”I’m Ahsoka.” Ahsoka holds out her hand and retracts it awkwardly when she realises you’re cuffed.

“No need for those Rex.” She says. “What do you think, skyguy?”

“I tend to agree with my padawan. They’re telling the truth. I’m Anakin Skywalker, General of the 501^st.” Anakin holds out his hand, your cuffs falling to the ground and you rotate your wrists. You provide them with your name, pulling off your helmet at the same time.

You hear the beginnings of a whistle before it was cut off by a thump, as if someone was being elbowed in the ribs. Looking over, it appeared Echo had elbowed Fives. Rex shakes his head at his brothers and Anakin appears to be amused.

“You said you could help us?” Ahsoka asks, ignoring the others.

“I can help you re-capture the village.”

“I’m sensing a but.” Anakin says, folding his arms over his chest.

“In return, I ask for safe passage to a port, and perhaps a few credits.”

“Deal.” Ahsoka says, holding out her hand and you shake it.

“With all due respect Commander, you don’t have that sort of authority.” Rex says.

“But I do.” Anakin says, nodding at Ahsoka which appeases Rex. “Got a plan?” He says, nodding to you and you begin discussing the plans.

Which go off as smoothly as they can with a group of highly trained Mandalorians, majority evading capture and fleeing, but the main priority was the town and its people, who were safe and largely unharmed. For your role in it, you were given a few credits and went with the 501^st to a Republic outpost for re-fueling and re-supply, plenty of transports for you to take.

After catching the eye of the clone Echo, you had become close with him, in the few days you had between the mission wrapping up and arriving at the outpost.

Unfortunately, it was never alone, Fives purposefully inserting himself into any conversation or activity you did.

“We should go out drinking tonight!” Fives announces, slapping Echo on the back who chokes on his food, taking a drink of water as he recovers, Fives continually talking as if it didn’t happen. “I hear theres a good cantina here, and all the 501^st are going.”

“All the 501^st?” Echo asks sceptically.

“Not Rex of course. Not sure he even knows how to have fun.” Fives pulls a face that has you chortling. Rex had been nothing but formal with you.

“I don’t know Fives, we were thinking of going to the observatory. There’s meant to be a light show on.” Echo says, grabbing your hand and giving you a soft smile.

“Boring.” Fives declares, pinching food of your plate before you can slap his hand away. “It’s mandatory, nineteen hundred.”

Fives stands up, tray in hand. “Where are you going?” Echo asks.

“I don’t know how you expect me to stomach my food with this.” Fives replies, gesturing to your handholding and Echo sighs as Fives calls out one of his other brothers names and trundles off to their table.

“Look,” you say, squeezing Echos hand. “We can shake him off. Get him a bit drunk and then sneak back to my quarters for some alone time.”

“What about the light show?”

“We can see it some other time. When you next have shore leave.”

“It’s a date.” Echo says, smiling at you.

Later that evening when you step into the cantina, you stop dead. It was so noisy, a large din of clones talking over each other, glasses clinking together. Echo squeezes your hand. “This was your idea sweetheart.”

“You made it!” Fives says enthusiastically, throwing his arms around both of your shoulders, his head between yours and Echos as he turns his from side to side, grinning at your both. You and Echo roll your eyes in synchronicity. “I’ll get you both drinks.” Fives declares before heading off to the bar and you sit down at an empty booth.

“We only need to stay for an hour, two at most. Fives should be drunk enough that we can slip out unnoticed.”

As you wait for Fives to return, you rest your head on Echos shoulder and he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Eyes scanning the Cantina, you think you spot a familiar head with blue and white montrals. “Is that…?”

“Commander Tano?” Echo says, chuckling. “Sure is.”

You watch Ahsoka play cards with some other troopers, grinning as she wins, the others groaning. “I didn’t think Jedi gambled, or knew how to play sabaac.” You comment.

“They don’t. But Ahsoka knew how to play before she joined us, so it’s not all meditation at the Jedi temple. She must have learned it from someone there.”

Fives interrupts any speculation, setting the drinks down hard on the table in front of him, liquid sloshing over the sides.

“We may be able to escape quicker than I thought.” Echo whispers in your ear and you give a half smile. Fives was clearly already well on his way to inebriation.

The opportunity comes when Fives is called over into the game of sabacc, half the company watching over the shoulders of Ahsoka and Bac, a clone who was apparently very good at cards. Echo nods at you and you take his hand and slip out of the cantina, the sound of cheers dampening once the cantina door closes behind you. Grabbing Echos hand, you walk down the halls until suddenly Echo is pulling you into a closet and pushing you up against the door, your neck tilted as his lips hover over your pulse point.

“Echo.” You say breathlessly and Echo clamps down, sucking on your neck which you’re sure will leave a mark when morning rolls around.

Grabbing Echos hair, you pull him away from your neck to lunge forward and kiss him, hands mussing up his hair while his hands grip your waist and the kiss is passionate, if not a little sloppy as you make out in a supply closet.

You almost fall out when the door behind you opens, a cleaning droid blinking its large orange eyes at you. Echo catches you before you can fall and giggling you side-step past the droid and race off to your room, resuming your heavy make out session as soon as the door closes behind you, although this time it’s you pressing Echo up against the door, slotting your legs between his as you both quickly undress.

Once Echo is nude in front of you, you drop to your knees and take in his length, a bit above average in length and girth and honestly, perfect. You tell him as much as he responds with a deep noise in his throat as you take him into your mouth, bobbing up and down the shaft, massaging his balls with one hand, the other splayed across his chiselled chest.

Echo gently tugs you off him and pulls you up to standing, wrapping his arms around you while he kisses you a bit more softly. “You’re amazing.” He whispers against your lips, and you smile in response before shuffling backwards, Echo following you as you lead him to the bed, Echo turning you around at the last second, so he falls backwards and you fall on top of him, hooking your leg up around his hip as you grind against eachother, groaning at the friction.

“Let me take care of you.” Echo says against your shoulder.

You shake your head, lifting yourself up and guiding Echos cock to your entrance and sliding down, sighing in pleasure once you bottom out, Echos hips flush against yours as he brings you closer by yanking your ass forward, lips melding with yours as you adjusted.

You begin to move, undulating your hips so his cock slides in and out of you and you both dissolve into incoherent messes, whispering sweet nothings to eachother as you time your movements until your mouth falls open as your orgasm builds before cresting, Echo stilling until your walls had stopped clenching around him, his eyes screwed shut in concentration, his head tipped backwards. Echo pulls out and with a single thrust against your belly he cums as well, jerking himself against your soft flesh as ribbons of his cum paint your abdomen.

“Beautiful.” You say, shimmying backwards before taking Echo back into your mouth, his cock twitching as you cleaned up his release before letting him go with a loud pop, his cock softening.

“That’s my line.” Echo says, gazing up at you with adoration.

“Oi! Vod! Call is in fifteen minutes, put your clothes back on and get yourself out here!”

Echos eyes fly open, his heart rate picking up as he realises the time, extracting himself from your embrace gently, the movement causing you to stir and you open your eyes slowly.

“I have to go.” Echo says sadly, running a finger along your jaw and pressing a kiss against your lips.

You pout in response.

“Will I see you again?” Echo asks hopefully as he rapidly re-dresses. He’s clearly had to get dressed this quickly before, and it was almost an art form with how easy he made it look putting on all that gear.

In response, you take his arm, putting in your frequency into his vambrace. “I would love that, Echo.”

“I’m coming in!” Fives announces, the door flying open to an exasperated Echo and a very confused (but at least dressed) you.

“You couldn’t have waited a few seconds?” Echo asks, unimpressed with his twin.

“No.” Fives says with a quirk of his eyebrow, smirking as he sees the mussed-up sheets. “Good for you brother!” Fives then says, punching Echos arm and grinning at him. Echo rolls his eyes as Fives.

“See you soon?” Echo says to you as he begins to push Fives out of the door.

“It’s a date.” You reply with a smile.

“We got our new orders Echo, something about a planet called Lola Sayu.” Fives says excitedly and the door shuts behind him, muffling their conversation as they leave.

Grabbing the sheets you flop back into bed, feeling content and happy at being free, and finding Echo. You could tell he was the one for you.

The Marauder, 17 BBY

Tech was reading up on the current galactic news when a notification flashes up on the screen of his datapad. Quickly reading the information, he calls out to Echo.

“What?” Echo says somewhat grumpily.

Tech ignores him. “There has been a bounty put out, for a Mandalorian.”

“Yeah, and?” Echo was still unimpressed.

Tech says your name and Echos arms drop from where they were crossed against his body. “You sure?”

“Of course.” Tech says.  “The charges against them are for assault, arson and theft.”

“Sounds a bit minor for the Empire to issue a bounty.” Echo comments.

“I agree, which is why I have hacked into Imperial files and it appears the real reason is that they were involved in treason.”

“If its treason, why wouldn’t they just say that?”

“Because it was in relation to CT-5555 and his escape.”

Echos can’t believe it. Fives…might be alive? And you were involved? No. Fives died. And if you were still out there you would have moved on. You couldn’t possible still love him after all this time, and especially not the way he was now. Echo realises Tech was still talking and brings himself back to the present.

“Are there any leads?” Echo asks, voice tinged with hope.

“Yes, a set of coordinates for a planet in the outer rim. Not extensively populated, but enough to have a major city with a population of a few million. There is no further information. I assume you would like to find them, given your history with both the Mandalorian and Fives.”

Echo nods. He had told the other about the connection he had with you all those years ago, before he got blown to pieces. “We should talk to Hunter about it.”

“I have already commed him. He should be here shortly. I believe he was teaching Omega some tracking skills.”

Hunter arrives a short while later and while Tech explains the information he found, Hunters eyes are on Echo, watching him carefully. In the end its Omega who convinces him, saying that if there was a chance to find out what happened to Fives and whether he is still alive the risk was worth it. Omega squeezed Echos hand gently when Hunter acquiesced and approved the mission.

Omega was not happy when it was decided – by Hunter – that she would stay behind with Tech and Wrecker, Echo saying that if you were going to be anywhere, it would be the seediest part of the city where you can go unnoticed. Leaving the Marauder, Hunter and Echo set out, ignoring the unpleasant smells and sound which must have been magnified for Hunter.

“Do you think he’s alive? Fives?” Hunter asks as they look down an alley, quickly turning around and leaving when they see an unsavoury business transaction take place in the heavily graffitied space.

Echo sighs. “Am I setting myself up for disappointment if I do?”

“Probably.” Hunter says sombrely. “What about the Mando? You told us about them once, but I can tell you’re more attached than you let on. You never…moved on?”

Echo shakes his head. “I know I should have, that they’re more of a fantasy that kept me going while with the Techno Union, but it felt different, that night we spent together. I think it’s the closest thing I’ve felt to the force ever since I was decanted.”

They pass a fight tumbling out of cantina despite it being relatively early in the morning by this planets cycle and they ignore it, passing in silence. Echo spots the business he was looking for, and leads Hunter inside the armoury, someone leaning against one of the walls, with skin grey like cement, limbs like boulders stacked on top of each other, green moss-like growth that could pass as hair on the top of their head. Expecting a gravelly voice, Echo is surprised when the voice that speaks from this creature is light, and high pitched.

“Can I help you?” They say, looking disinterested.

“Is there a Mandalorian that lives around here?” Hunter asks.

They push themselves off against the wall and take a thunderous step towards them. “Why you askin’? I suppose you’re hear for the bounty, huh?” They scoff. “Good for business for me to tell you where the Manda is. The more bounty hunters they pick off, the more weapons they sell to me.”

Hunter and Echo share a look. Comforting at least, to know you clearly were able to handle yourself, which honestly, was no surprise to Echo at all. Mandalorians always had that reputation and you had been no different.

“Well?” They prompt.

“Yeah, we’re bounty hunters.”

“Don’t look like ‘em” They say, appraising the two clones with a look that could only be described as contempt and disbelief. “What do I care what you are? You can find the Manda in the industrial district.”

“Anything else?” Hunter asks.

“If you’re any good at what you do you wouldn’t need anything else.” They say. “I look forward to acquiring your weapons tomorrow.” With a jerk of their head, Hunter and Echo leave the shop and after a quick comm to Tech, they head to the Industrial district which ends up being a fair distance from the armoury.

Hunter suddenly stops as they walk down one of the streets, ducking to the ground, swiping his fingers against the gravel and tossing a few pebbles in his hand before dropping them back to the ground. Silently, he gestures to Echo, and they stealthily continue forward.

Suddenly they hear a commotion and voices talking and Hunter and Echo move towards the sound, ducking behind the wall for cover as they see two figures, a Trandoshan and a rat like creature cut through to the alley through a side street, stalking someone and when Echo checks, it’s you, in your Mandalorian helmet, although the paint job is new.

He ducks out of the alley with blasters raised when he hears two shots fired and the bounty hunters slump to the ground, you poised behind them with your dual blasters raised.

You knew you were being followed; you almost always were but you had to let these di’kuts think they could get the drop on you, otherwise they might get defensive and put up a fight before you can take them out. So you deliberately choose deserted streets and tight alleys, walking as if you were oblivious to those following you. Walking down your selected alley, that was close enough to the sewers for a body dump, you slow your pace, letting them ‘creep’ up behind you and when you hear them reach for their blasters you grab yours, whipping them out of their holsters and letting out two shots, seeing the look of surprise on their face as the bolt hits them in the chest, and they slump forward to the ground.

You’re just about to put your blasters away when you spot movement behind them, someone stepping out from behind the wall clad in what looked like the old clone armour from days past. Which was not uncommon, since they provided protection if you could find some that fit.

Gripping your blaster tighter, you take a single step forward. “I wouldn’t if I were you, unless you want to join these two.” You say, nodding towards the bodies at your feet.

The person holds up their blasters, tilting to them to the side in surrender before dropping them to the ground and kicking them away.

“And your friend?” You say, taking another step forward.

The other clone-armour clad person steps out from behind the wall. You knew they were there too. Your helmet never missed any heat signatures.

They also set their blasters on the ground and the first one tugs off his helmet and under your helmet your eyebrows furrows. A clone? Little worse for wear, but definitely a clone.

The clone says your name and confusion floods through your body. You knew that voice. Slightly different from all his brothers. “Echo?” You say, the grip on your blasters slackening.

“It’s me.” Echo says, taking a tentative step towards you and you re-holster your blasters and walk towards him, almost feeling like you were in a dream. You thought he died. Fives gave you the news himself. Did you not get the drop on those bounty hunters and you had died? And this was the afterlife your mind was conjuring up for you in your final moments?

Your hand reaches out towards his face and then you think better of it, fingertips inches from his pale skin, frozen.

Echo steps into your touch and your fingers graze his cheek.

“It’s me, mesh’la.”

“Echo.” You cry, ripping off your helmet and flinging yourself against him, gripping him as if he would fade away any second. When you think that maybe this is real, you lift your head from where it was against his chest to look at Echo, and his eyes are as wet as yours as his arms encircle your waist. You lean forward to kiss him, and he turns his head, eyes closed and he sighs. “We should talk.”

Feeling rejected, you take a step back and grab your helmet and pull it back on so it can hide your tears. Echo was alive, but he didn’t want you anymore. Maybe he moved on, found someone else. He pulls his helmet on too and you can no longer see his expression.

Hunter, who introduces himself politely but still appears wary as you step away, having diverted his eyes as you and Echo re-united, asks if you have a place they could talk but before you can answer a large rock gets hurled from off the rooftop to your left, Hunter quickly whipping out his blaster and shooting it, causing little pieces of gravel to rain down on you, not doing any damage since you had all had your helmets on.

“I’m coming, Manda!” a young voice yells from the rooftop and Hunter and Echo look at you curiously. You hold up your hand and raise your index finger.

“Jacim! Get down here!”

A boy, probably no older than Omega, leaps gracefully off the rooftop to land next to you, his skin pitch black and his eyes bright and golden, gold stipes running up his exposed arms, his face slightly feline in shape with pointed ears. He had a tuft of tight curls on his head, the same colour as his skin.

“Jacim, this is Echo and Hunter. They’re clones.”

Jacim inspects them warily. “He’s my foundling.” You say when Hunter tilts his head slightly in question. “Here.” You hold out a data chip out to them and Hunter talks it from you, turning it over between his fingers. “You can find our ship through that. It will be in stealth mode when you arrive. I can explain everything then.”

Hunter pockets it and nods, turning to leave but Echo remains rooted to the spot, his helmet staring at your own until Hunter grabs his arm and pulls him away and you turn around and leave as well.

“Who were they?” Jacim asks you as you round the corner and they’re out of sight.

“I already told you. Clones.”

“Yeah, but we work alone. What could you possibly have to discuss with them?”

Jacim was starting to annoy you, which wasn’t that uncommon, but usually you had a higher tolerance for it. You were feeling withdrawn, emotionally compromised at seeing Echo again and having him reject you. You should have known. You were together so briefly. Enough time had passed for him to move on. You probably should have too, and you tried, but there was something about Echo that you couldn’t forget. “I had a life before you.” You snap at Jacim and his eyes go wide.

You open your mouth to apologise when Jacim cuts you off. “No, I get it. I’m grateful you keep me around, honest. You don’t have to tell me.”

You sigh. “You’re a good kid Jacim, I’m lucky to have you around. I’m sorry I snapped at you. Seeing them brings back a lot of memories.”

You keep walking and you can see Jacim open and close his mouth a couple of times, clearly trying to think about what to say.

“He was a former fling.” You provided.

“Oh. Did it end badly?”

“I was told he died, so what do you think?”

“Oh.”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Maybe we should talk about your ‘help’ back there in the alley. What were you thinking?” You say with mirth in your voice and Jacim grins at you, defending himself and you critique his form playfully.

You’re a wreck waiting for them to arrive, pacing up and down your ship, Jacim mysteriously absent. You stop when your vambrace chimes to notify you that the proximity sensors had been tripped and after reviewing the ship specifications that the sensors fed back to you, you knew this was them.

The ship sets itself down neatly next to yours, the ramp extending as Echos group walk down the cockpit, Jacim suddenly appearing out of nowhere to stand next to you. Hunter leads the group, Echo hanging back and a young girl hovering by Hunters side, clearly excited.

“So that’s what a real Mandalorian looks like.” She says, looking up in awe at you and you remove your helmet to smile at her.

“Yup.” You reply.

“So cool.”

Hunter introduces the rest of his squad, and you can feel Jacim vibrate with excitement next to you at having another kid to play with.

“Wanna play ball?” Jacim asks and Omega looks up at Hunter for permission who answers with a nod. Jacim looks at you and you give him a strange look – he didn’t need permission from you. You jerk your thumb behind you and off they race, the adults the only ones remaining.

“Didn’t know you had a foundling of your own.”

Hunter shrugs.

When no-one says anything further, Tech butts in, lifting his head from his datapad. “Where is your ship?”

You take a step back and knock on the hull, the stealth skin shimmering in outward waves which each knock before settling back into place.

“You must show me how you obtained that. It would be incredibly valuable to have on our ship as well.”

“I guess.” You reply. “Come on.” You gesture to them. “I’ll show you the inside and tell you what happened with Fives.”

They all follow you into your ship, Wrecker commenting how clean it was before sitting down in the small seated area in the gantry, Hunter and Echo electing to stand.

“He came to me just before the Republic fell. He was in distress and disarray, begged for my helped. We’d commed a few times after,” Your eyes dart to Echo. “Anyway, we hadn’t spoken in months when he called. I smuggled him out of Coruscant and to the outer rim where he must have had someone else that could help him. That’s it.”

Hunter scoffs. “That’s it? This was a waste of a journey.”

“Not if it provides closure for Echo.” Tech states.

“I’m going to check on Omega.” Hunter says, walking to the ramp and Tech stands.

“I would like to inspect the casing, if that is alright with you.” Tech says, addressing you.

“Knock yourself out.”

“Wrecker, come on.” Hunter calls and Wrecker looks a little bewildered before a nudge from Tech has him following Hunter, leaving yourself and Echo alone.

You gesture to the seat opposite you and Echo sits down but doesn’t say anything and you just lock eyes for several minutes, waiting for the other to break the silence.

“I’m sorry, for back in the city when I tried to – you couldn’t even finish the sentence, a fresh wave of hurt washing over you. You take a deep breath. “I shouldn’t have overstepped.”

“Mesh’la, I-“ There is was, that term of endearment again and Echo seems to be struggling as much as you are. “I thought you’d moved on. I’m not the man I was all those years ago. I’ve changed.”

“I understand.” You reply quietly. “I never stopped loving you though. I just want you to know that. I also want you to know I might be able to find him. Find Fives.” Getting up, you leave Echo silently and Echo watches you leave and once you’re out of the ship he buries his head against his hand. You still loved him? Echo couldn’t believe it. He then realises that his words appear to have been mis-interpreted by you and that he didn’t have feelings for you anymore, but you would put your feelings aside to help him reunite with Fives. His heart swells before sinking, knowing he somehow had to show you he still cared about you, still wanted to be with you if you gave him the chance.

“Who is this contact of yours?” Hunter asks the next day, all of you in the space between the two ships, a makeshift camp set up and you all sat around the remains of last nights fire. You and Echo had exchanged longing looks all night, but neither of you had the courage to go speak to the other, silently resigned.

“Better if you don’t ask.” You reply, poking a coal with a stick you picked up off the ground. “I’ll go talk to him, get what I need and rendezvous here.”

“Is it safe for you to go alone?” Jacim asks. “I should go with you.”

“No, I need you here, just in case I need a quick getaway.”

“You’re gonna let me fly the ship?” Jacim asks brightly.

“If you behave.” You reply with a chuckle.

“One of us should go with you.” Wrecker says.

“I’ll go.” Echo volunteers and you look at him.

Hunter grabs Echos arm and turns him slightly. “You sure that’s wise?” He says quietly to Echo.

Echo nods and Hunter looks a little surprised but releases his grip on Echo. “Any problems with that?” Hunter asks you.

“None. We should get going though. My contact only has a small free window of time to see me.”

You turn to grab Jacims wrist, tapping away at your vambrace and then his, turning the control of the ship over to him. “Rescue only, got it? No joy rides.” You say warningly. “And keep my armour safe.” You add. You had decided to go without it, being too recognisable and were dressed in your civvies instead.

“Yes, of course.” Jacim replies, clearly not going to do anything to mess up his chance of flying.

Unexpectedly, Jacim throws his arms around you, pulling you into a quick hug before releasing you.

“What was that for?” You ask.

“Just be safe.”

“You know me.” You reply, resting a hand on Jacims shoulder before patting it and heading over to the speederbike you would ride back into the city.

You watch as Echo comes over to you, his expression neutral as he throws his arms tightly around your middle, and after a quick glance at him to make sure he was secure, you speed off towards the city.

After arriving and ditching the bike in a safe spot, Echo follows you through the city streets again, although in the nicer part of town, dodging the stormtrooper patrols easily.

As you walk side by side, your hand brushes up against Echos and you resist the urge to take it.

Echo says your name and you pause, looking up at him before you spot stormtroopers turning the corner down the street and you grab Echos hand and yank him into a nearby alley, pressing yourself up against him and kissing him as the stormtroopers pass with a simple grunt of disgust at you supposed ‘lovebirds’.

Once they’re gone you pull away, trying to take your hands away from Echos but he holds onto them, looking down at you softly.

“Echo, what is it?”

“I didn’t express myself properly yesterday. When I said I’d changed, I meant that I would understand if you were no longer attracted to me, like this.” Echo releases one of your hands to gesture down his body.

Taking his face in your free hand you press a gentle kiss to his lips. “Echo, you’ll always be handsome to me. From what I can tell, you’re still the same where it matters.” You reply, pressing your flat palm over his chest, feeling his heart thump underneath.

“Really?” Echo can’t believe it, so you press your head against his chest and squeeze his hand and he rests his head atop yours and you just stay there together for a few moments.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said we have a small window of opportunity. We’ll have plenty of time for all of this later. But we really need to go.”

Echo presses a kiss to the top of your head before sighing. “I know.”

Reluctantly you pull apart and you and Echo make the rest of the way to your contact, this time holding hands.

Bypassing the front door to the establishment, an overpriced restaurant serving the galaxies delicacies, you head to the service entrance and push open the door, only for a goon who was standing behind it to grab your arm roughly. Echo goes to shove him off you, but you settle him with a squeeze of his hand and a comforting look.

“Here to see the boss.” You say to the goon, pulling a coin out of your pocket and flicking it to him. He catches it easily and after scanning it, wordlessly nods to you and you make your way through the bustling kitchen and storeroom, pulling a set of knives to reveal a secret doorway, a four-armed Besalisk in finery seated at a heavy looking desk.

“Who are you? How did you get in here?”

“Calm down Horrus, it’s me, the Mandalorian.”

“Where’s your armour?”

“Doesn’t matter. Have what I asked for?”

“Have my credits?”

You toss a bag of credits on the table and Horrus opens them, counting each one carefully. You feel Echo tense next to you, his hand hovering near his blaster. You were on alert as well. Something felt different to your past interactions with the Besalisk.

“I do love a good bonus. Guards!” He yells and a Zabrak and Pantoran steps inside, grabbing you and Echo and Echo strains against the grip while you remain calm. “This was a set-up, wasn’t it? You’ve bedded the enemy.”

“I don’t have enemies. All I care about are credits, and there is a big bounty on you Mandalorian. Him,” Horrus jerks his head at Echo.” You can dispose of.”

“No!” You shout, breaking free from the grip of the Zabrak and whipping out your blasters, shooting the Pantoran and Zabrak first before levelling your blaster at Horrus. “Call it off.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“You should be.” You reply coldly, firing your blaster and it hits him between the eyes and he slumps forward over his desk.

“You alright?” You turn to Echo and ask as you re-holster your blasters.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. You?”

“Never better.” You reply sarcastically.

“What now?” Echo asks.

“We need to get the data. This may have been a set up, but he’ll still have it. Honest for a dishonourable man. Probably learned about the bounty after I reached out.”

Echo heads for the door, take one look down the corridor before slamming the door shut and locking it. “Stormtroopers incoming.”

“That lock won’t hold them.” You reply, looking around the room, spotting a vent in the roof. “We can hide in there. You first.”

Echo stands on the desk and opens the hatch, pulling himself up and into the vent and you follow closely behind as the door to the office starts to jiggle, and you hear the troopers try to get it open.

Your body thumps against Echos as you lay yourself on top of him, no room to do anything else, go anywhere else. Reaching your arm back you close the vent behind you and Echo moans as you shift above him and your hand clamps over his mouth.

“Did you hear that?” You hear a stormtrooper say, having gotten into the room, their voices overlapping as the step inside to inspect it and once they deem it vacant, they leave. Waiting a little longer to make sure they had completely gone, you scramble backwards and slip out of the vent, landing deftly on your feet.

Echo joins you seconds later.

 “We’re stuck in here until the patrol clears out.”

After re-locking the door, you turn around, right into Echos arms and he yanks you against his body, heart racing as you look up at him, his eyes dark as he gazes down at you.

“You nearly got us caught.” You say with a cheeky smile.

“Your fault.” Echo says. “Don’t you know what you do to me?”

You raise your eyebrows as Echo grabs your ass, gripping it. “Why don’t you show me?” You say in a low voice.

“We could get caught.”

“We’ve got time.”

Echo crashes his lips against yours as you grip the top half of his armour, his hands firmly on your ass and you grind against his codpiece and Echo groans, dropping his hands from your behind and unclipping his codpiece, tossing it onto the desk.

“Look.” Echo says as he grips his bulge in his hand. “Look what you do to me.”

“Fuck me Echo, right here, right now.”

“You sure?” Echo asks, slightly taken aback, perhaps not realising how into this he had actually gotten.

You take a step back and unfasten your pants, yanking them down to your knees as you bend over the desk, your hands placed firmly on the table. You wiggle your ass at Echo and he lets out an animalistic growl.

“We don’t have long.” You say and Echo positions himself behind you, a finger seeking out your hole and he moans when he realises how wet you were. “Hurry up.” You snap at him, and he wastes no time, pulling down his undersuit and positioning his cock at your entrance, sliding in easily and all the way until his balls are flush against the flesh of your ass.

In response, you squeeze your walls around him and look at Echo over your shoulder, throwing him a wink before resuming looking forward and Echo pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in quickly, setting a rapid pace.

It doesn’t take long, both of you whimpering as you held back any other noise, to reach your peak, biting down on your gloved hand as you cum, spasming around Echos cock and he keeps up his pace, working your through your release before pulling out and grabbing a tissue off the desk, holding it to the tip of his cock as he cums, tossing it in the trash once he’s done and you both yank your pants up, Echo flipping you around and kissing you passionately.

Patting Echo on the chest you move away, peeking out through the door. “They’re still out there. Let’s get the data we can and use the vents.”

Echo nods in response, scomping into the data bank on the desk as you turn on your comm. “Jacim?”

“Jacim, reporting for duty!” Jacim replies enthusiastically and you’re sure that he was saluting you. You roll your eyes at your foundling.

“Need a pickup. South-west corner, fourth story. There’s a vent. That’s our egress.”

“What about enemy fire?” Jacim replies, sounding unsure.

“We’re Mandalorian. Weapons are our religion. You should know our ship is as well protected and tricked out as she can be.”

“Aye aye, Captain.” Jacim replies and you let him go.

“Kids, eh?” You say as you turn to Echo and he chuckles as the data continues to transfer.

It doesn’t take much longer for it to be completed, and then you’re sneaking up in the vents, Echo following you as you track the exit with your vambrace.

Reaching the end, you shove out the vent cover with your arm.

“There! Fire!”

You duck back as stormtroopers begin to fire at you. “Any time now Jacim.” You say as you shoot wildly outside the vent, unable to see your targets clearly. You hear the shouts as you start taking them out through pure luck. 

The roar of your ship drowns out any other noise as your ship, piloted by Jacim, butts up against building and you groan at the sound of the hull scraping against the brick. Crouching, you leap towards the ramp and roll, popping back up to standing as Echo does the same. You hit the button on the side of the opening and the ramp begins to shut.

“Get us out of here!” You yell and after receiving confirmation from Jacim, you press yourself up against Echo as you kiss him hungrily, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

A clearing of the throat has you breaking apart, startled, and you look over to see Hunter leaning against the side of the hull at the door that separated the living quarters from the cargo area.

“Dank Farrik Hunter! Warn a guy next time!” You shout, clutching at your chest.

“What are you doing here Hunter?” Echo asks, not letting go of you and eyeing off his brother.

Hunter doesn’t get a chance to answer, Jacim interrupting your conversation. “Did you see me go? I’ve never gotten that close before!” Jacim says, sliding down the ladder that led to the cockpit above. Jacim slows, holding his hands up as he surveys the room. “Bad time?”

“Its fine Jacim. You did a good job.” You say, smiling at him and he grins back at you. “Maybe I’ll even let you fly more.”

“Seriously?” Jacim says as you break away from Echo and go up the ladder, Jacim following you. “You mean that?”

Your voice, and Jacims, are muffled and unable to be heard as the cockpit door shuts, leaving just Echo and Hunter to talk.

A few hours later, once you had rendezvoused with the Marauder, you leave Echo sleeping in your bunk, pressing a kiss to his forehead and he smiles in his sleep. Walking to the cockpit, you hear the exclamation of Omega and Jacim on the roof of your ship, watching the stars twinkle in the night sky, your landing spot far away from any sort of civilisation.

Finding Hunter in the cockpit in the co-pilots chair looking outward as well, as you expected, you sit down next to him, leaning back and resting your feet on the dash – something you would never let Jacim do.

“I don’t entirely trust you. And I have to look out for my squad.” Hunter finally says after a lengthy silence, not looking at you and you keep your eyes fixed on the viewport as well. You wait for him to continue. “Helping Fives wasn’t the only thing the Empire wanted you for. Assault on Imperial Officers, theft, arson. It was a pretty extensive list.”

“You should know by now the Empire gets what it wants by spinning lies. It’s not like the galaxy knows what really happened with the Jedi.” Hunter tilts his head to look at you and you catch his gaze for a moment before speaking again. “Besides, all those other charges are minor.”

“So you’re not denying them.” Hunter says.

“No. I did what I had to survive. It’s how I got Jacim, actually.”

“He seems like a good kid.” Hunter comments, the barrier he had built up starting to crumble.

“He is. More than I could have ever bargained for.”

“How did you get him?” Hunter asks.

“That’s where all those other charges come from.” You take a deep breath, reliving the memory. “The planet Jacim was from had a very valuable resource. I couldn’t tell you what. I’m sure Tech could.” You say with a half-smile. “I was in hiding, Jacims family and his tribe sheltering me. In turn I protected their village from pirates. It was a good relationship, I was happy.”

“And then?” Hunter prompts after you fall silent.

“Nothing is safe from the Empire. They came one day, the Star Destroyer dominating the sky. Stormtroopers came not long after. I fought, and I fought well, but there were too many of them. That’s where the first charge comes from.

“The second comes from stealing an Imperial ship to draw the forces away, try to give the village some time to escape to the caves, my actual ship ready to take those that could not make the journey.

“And finally, I couldn’t win. It didn’t work. The villagers were herded into transports to be taken away when I changed course and infiltrated their command ship, taking out the hyperdrive. You know what they did?” You hold Hunters gaze, your expression sombre. “They blew one the transports straight to hell, dozens of villagers still on it. There was no resistance after that.”

“What did you do?” Hunter sounds sympathetic with the impossible choice you had to make.

“I went back to my ship, where Jacim and his family were huddled together. I embraced them, told them that I would get them out and then we could work out a plan to free the others. But we were surrounded, so Jacims parents made the ultimate sacrifice so we could escape, pushing Jacim into my arms and begging me to look after him. I took him in. He became my foundling.” You finish, biting back tears, the memory no less painful despite the few years that had passed.

“I’m sorry.”

“Thanks, Hunter,” You reply before changing the subject. “Omegas a good kid too. How did you get your foundling?”

Hunter explains the story of how he got Omega, what it had been like taking care of a teenager and you laugh along with Hunter, Jacim being of a similar age. “It’s not easy, is it?” You say with a smile.

“Yeah, but it is rewarding.” Hunter says, grinning at you.

“You can say that again.” You return his smile, feeling kinship with Hunter.

“What are you talking about?” Echo asks as he wanders into the cockpit, standing behind your chair and sliding his arms over your chest. You grab his hand, and scomp, and give him a loving smile which he returns.

“I’ll give you two some space.” Hunter says, getting up and heading for the door, pausing when he reaches it. “Good talk, future in-law.” He says with a smirk and you and Echo laugh.

Later that evening, you and Echo join the others around the camp fire, hands firmly together and Omega and Jacim beam at you both, no one else saying anything about it.

“I have analysed the data Echo recovered and it appears it is for a sector in the Western Reaches.” Tech says, breaking the silence.

“Anything else?” Echo asks.

“That was all.”

“I may be able to narrow it down. Fives talked very briefly about where he might go when the war ended.”

“That would be most helpful.” Tech says, getting up to sit next to you and the pair of you work together until you find a planet that seemed to match all of Fives criteria, and those of someone trying to avoid the Empire. The rest of the evening passes pleasantly, and Echo joins you in your bunk that night, just holding each other while you slept.

“We have arrived.” Tech says over the comm, you and Jacim (and Echo) having followed the Marauder out to this location in your ship. “I have scanned the planet and there is one small settlement that would match what we are looking for. Sending you the coordinates now.”

“Copy. Thanks Tech. Meet you down there.” You reply as the coordinates filter through, and you set them in the navicomputer, guiding your ship away from the main village to a faraway place on the planet, a single hut surrounded by farmland and animals. You set your ships down and head out, walking over to the hut, you and Echo leading and the others hanging back.

As you’re a few meters away, someone comes out of the hut, wearing practical farmers gear, a tool belt around his waist and a satchel slung over his shoulder. He stops and looks up at you both.

“Fives?” Echo says tentatively.

Fives says your name first, recognising you, before inspecting Echo. “Echo?” He says in disbelief, the satchel dropping to the ground.

“It’s me, vod.”

You drop Echos hand and shove him forward as Fives strides over to him and they embrace, hands clasped together against their chests, Fives other arm thrown around Echos shoulder as they press their foreheads together.

After a long while, they pull apart, arms still around each other, and beckon for you to join them and you do, getting in a three-person hug and you realise both Fives and Echo were crying.

“Thank-you.” Fives says. “For bringing him back to me.”

“No problem.” You reply, fighting back your own tears.

“And Echo, you owe me five credits. Told you they loved you.” Echo chuckles wetly. “Any nieces or nephews I should be aware of?” Fives continues, looking over their shoulders and eyeing off Jacim and Omega.

“Not yet Fives, not yet.” Echo replies.

Chapter Text

A knock on your office door brings you out of the bill you were currently reviewing as part of your duties as a senator’s aide. That’s actually how you and Hunter, your partner, had met. The Bad Batch had been assigned to escort and protect your senator, yourself, and a few people from your planet to Coruscant when you had initially joined the Republic, your planet war torn between a fight between the Black Sun and the Pyke Syndicate.

“Enter.” You call, setting the datapad down and running a hand through your hair. The bill, while very important for your planet, was a giant headache trying to get all involved to agree and had kept you in your office all week, sometimes not even leaving to sleep.

Your day brightens when Hunter steps through the door and you see a peek of red, Commander Fox likely escorting Hunter through the Senate building without being seen.

Pushing yourself away from your desk, you stand up and walk over to Hunter, drawing him into your arms and kissing him deeply. “Missed you.” You say.

“I missed you too.” Hunter replies, gazing up into your eyes and you brush away a piece of hair off his face and tuck it back into his bandana. “Fox tells me you haven’t left the building all week so when he heard we had shore leave he ordered me to come take you out.”

“Ordered you, huh?” You reply, walking back to your desk and plopping down, looking back at the bill to see if you could somehow get it done in the next short while. Sighing and admitting defeat, you set it back down on the desk and begin closing everything down.

“You know Fox, doesn’t leave any room for argument.” That much you believed, Fox was no-nonsense, but you knew he had a softer side to him that very few people got to see. Your office had always been a safe space for him to come rant about all the Senators and how awful they were – and you completely understood, having to deal with them day in and day out too.

“He should take his own advice.” You scoff as Hunter walks around to stand behind you, massaging your shoulders and you relax under his touch.

“You’re really tense.” Hunter says and you can feel his frown. “Come on, let me take you out for dinner, then maybe we can go back to your place.”

You look up at Hunter and he bends down to press a kiss to your lips before tugging you up out of your chair and passing you your coat from where it hung behind the door. Shrugging it on, you head out of your office, following the directions through the Senate building that Fox had taught you so you wouldn’t be seen.

Once away from the Senate building you loosen up, grabbing Hunters hand and smiling at him as you head off somewhere for dinner. The evening passes quickly in a series of laughs, kisses and drinks.

By the time you make it back to your apartment, things are already heated and you press Hunter to the door, entire body encasing his since he was smaller than you, taking his head in your hands as you bend down to kiss him hotly. During dinner and drinks afterwards Hunter had gotten progressively handsy and you had to keep reminding him to save it for later.

It was now later.

“Fuck.” Hunter says as you nip at his neck, lifting his head to give you better access.

Your heads jerk to look behind you when the door opposite yours opens and Lira, your elderly Mikkian neighbour, steps out sipping something out of a mug wearing her dressing gown.

“Hey Lira.”

She doesn’t say anything, just watching carefully. That woman never missed anything and you just knew you were going to be the gossip of the building tomorrow.

Hunter clears his throat, still pressed against the door against your weight and you look back at him and he jerks his head slightly and you open the door, the both of you stepping inside.

“Bye Lira!” You call as you close the door, only seeing her lift the mug to her lips once again, unperturbed and then the door is shut and she’s out of sight.

“She seems nice.” Hunter says as you stare at the closed door, and you bring your attention back to him.

“Nice is not the word I would use to describe her, but who cares. Where we were?”

“Here.” Hunter replies, crashing his lips back to yours and you moan into his mouth as he nibbles on your jaw before dropping to his knees, and freeing your cock from the robes you wore. Hunter takes it in his hand and after a few strokes he’s brought you to full hardness, the tip curving towards your stomach.

Licking his lips, Hunter takes you into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down and your hands naturally fall to the back of his head, fingers twisting in his hair and you give an experimental tug, Hunter moaning around your length which causes you to buck into his mouth, feeling yourself start to slide down his throat and Hunter encourages you to fuck his mouth which you do, head tilting back as you take in the sensations, Hunters hands pressed flat against your thighs.

Hunter pulls off your cock and you whine at the loss of heat, and he smirks as he stands and grabs the back of your head as he pulls you to his level, lips crashing against yours again in a heated kiss.

You tug off your robe, leaving you in just the finery underneath and that comes off quickly too as Hunter tugs off his kit, tossing it to the floor until you’re both naked and you frown as your finger traces over a scar on Hunters chest. “This is new.”

“Don’t think about it.” He replies, distracting you by grabbing your ass and yanking your bodies together, rutting your cocks against one another and you reach down, taking both in your hand and jerking them off together and you and Hunter moan as you get into a steady rhythm.

“Wait.” Hunter says as you feel his cock twitch against yours. Surely he’s as close as you are.

“What is it?” You ask Hunter, pausing your movements.

“I want to have sex with you.”

Your brows furrow in confusion. “Isn’t that what we’re doing?”

“I mean, I want you to fuck me.”

“Oh.” You reply, unconsciously releasing your hand from both your members and you see Hunters deflate a little and you realise he’s perceiving this as a rejection. Grabbing his jaw, you force him to look at you in the eyes. “I would love that, Hunter. Let me take care of you.”

“You don’t have to, I know we’ve never…” Hunter trails off. He was right. You hadn’t ever gotten this far but it wasn’t from a lack of trying. You’d just never had the time, most sessions being quick, oral or hand jobs at most to bring you both to completion as quickly as possible before you had to do other things, or when Hunter had stayed over, he was too tired to do anything but sleep in your arms.

“Hunter.” You say firmly, pressing a kiss to his lips and he sighs happily. “I want to.”

Grabbing Hunters hand, you pull him towards the bedroom but before you lay down you pull him flush against you once more, kissing him lovingly, one hand reaching down to grope his ass and Hunter groans, enjoying it.

Pulling away, you jerk your head to the bed and Hunter lays down, on his stomach and shuffles almost awakwardly as he gets himself comfortable.

“Why are you lying like that?” You ask as you grab a bottle of lube from your adjoining refresher.

“I thought…” Hunter says,

“Turn around, silly. I want to see you.”

Hunter complies, turning over, propping himself on his elbows and looking down at you as you settle yourself between his legs, taking his length into your hand and giving it a few strokes, Hunters abdominal muscles tensing in response when your free hand starts tracing up his inner thigh.

“You have to relax. Can you do that for me love?” You say to Hunter, stilling your hands so they rest on either side of Hunters thighs.

“For you.” Hunter pants, eyes wide as you lube up your index finger, making slow circles around the puckered flesh and once you feel Hunter relax, you slowly press forward, all the way to the knuckle and just wait until you feel Hunter clench down around your finger, clearly looking for more.

Smiling at Hunter, whose chest was heaving, pupils blown as he watched you, you slide your finger in all the way and tilt your finger up, rubbing it against his prostate.

“Fuck!” Hunter exclaims, his cock jerking and dribbling a bit of pre-cum.

“Feel good?” You ask.

“Maker yes.” Hunter replies. “Keep going. Please.”

You slowly add a second, then a third finger, working Hunter open slowly until he was keening mess above you, begging for you to fuck him, to fill him.

Taking your own cock in hand you cover the shaft and head with ample amounts of lube before guiding it to Hunter entrance and locking eyes with him, slowly pushing forward, letting Hunter adjust to your size with each inch until you’re fully inside his tight heat, the ribs of his walls gripping your cock.

“So tight.” You say, leaning down to kiss Hunter and he clasps his hands around you neck as you slowly pull out before pushing back in again, Hunter making delightful little sounds underneath you, unable to form words as he babbles as you keep up the movements, building up to a fast pace, angling yourself so you brush up against his prostate with each thrust.

“I’m close.” Hunter says, face scrwed up in concentration, a thin sheen of sweat across his forehead.

Taking Hunters cock in your hand you time your thrusts to the movements with your hand and seconds later Hunter fully tenses underneath you as he cums, spilling his seed all over his stomach and you follow soon after, yelling Hunters name and burying yourself inside him as your cock spasms, your abdomen tensing as well.

After you’d both come down from your highs, you slowly pull out from Hunter, cleaning him up with a cloth from the refresher as he lays flat out, hands at rest at his sides, staring up at the ceiling.

“How are you doing, sergeant?” You ask, just enjoying the view of Hunter laid out like this in front of you as you stand at the edge of the bed looking down at him.

“Hrrnngg.” He replies and you laugh.

“Good then.” You climb on top of him and press another kiss to his lips before pulling away and tossing the covers over Hunters naked form. “I have some work to do before I re-join you. I wont be long.”

It didn’t matter what you said, Hunter was already well on his way to falling asleep, and you watch as his breath evens out, his mouth slightly open and eyes closed and when he starts snoring softly you know he’s gone so you slip out to that bloody bill from earlier. The Senate might be the death of you after all.

Thankfully, you manage to work it out and slip in to bed an hour is so later, pulling Hunter against your bare chest and he mumbles softly in his sleep. You press a kiss to the top of his head and follow him to slumber.

Chapter Text

“Mmm, Tech,” You moan against Techs ear as his hands fondle your ass, squeezing the soft flesh there. Nibbling on his ear and coupled with the soft griding you were doing against his lap, you are rewarded with a moan from Tech underneath you.

“Mesh’la.” He says breathlessly as you remove his hands and slide down his body, pressing soft kisses to his clothed erection, his hips bucking up as you kiss the damp tip and the bulge of his balls.

This was going well, you thought to yourself as your hands slide over his body to grab the waistband of his undersuit and Techs hands fly out to grab your wrists, halting your movements. You duck your head against his lower abdomen and let out a sigh.

Tech had been your amour for the last few months, meeting through the GAR and starting a relationship – in secret of course, since Tech was afraid that a connection with him would ruin your swiftly rising career, despite your objections that it wouldn’t, and you wouldn’t care if it did.

When he came to Coruscant, you would spend every waking moment with him, exploring the city, seeing exhibits and performances, Tech allowing himself to feel, to be, like a normal galactic citizen. At night you would return to your apartment, always descending into heavy petting but no matter what you did Tech would shut you down, feigning that he had remembered to do something, like you didn’t know Tech would never forget a task with his eidetic memory.

You had allowed it at first, thinking maybe it made him uncomfortable, or he wasn’t ready or it simply not what he wanted out of his relationship with you – which was fine, if he talked to you about it, but he wouldn’t even grant you that.

Enough.

“It appears I have made you upset.” Tech says, gently tipping your head off of him, a sad look in your eyes.

“Talk to me Tech. Is it – are you not?..” You trail off, gesturing to your body.

Tech looks at you fiercely. “You are beautiful cya’re.”

You overlay your hand on his where it rested against your jaw, looking softly up at Tech, your brows furrowed slightly. “Then what is it?”

Its Techs turn to sigh. “It’s me.”

“Is there something wrong?” You knew he was genetically modified, part of the ‘Bad Batch’ and you wondered if perhaps something had gone wrong during the process that left Tech… you couldn’t finish that thought. From what you could see when he was like this, what you could feel, everything felt exactly as it should.

“I’ve never,” Techs eyes dart away from you and its your turn to grab his jaw to look at you. “I’ve never been intimate with anyone before.”

“Oh.” Your brain starts turning over. Was that it? “Do you not want to try? Its okay if you don’t, I’m happy as we are.”

“No.” Tech says firmly. “I do want to, with you. But I do not wish to disappoint you.”

“Disappoint me? Tech, if you’ve never done it before, what dataset are you working off?” You snort.

“Admittedly, any theory has come via my brothers recounting of their conquests.” Tech says and you wrinkle your nose at the idea of his brothers in that position with someone. You shake your head to dislodge the thought.

“You could use some practical theory.” You purr, rubbing your hands over Techs chest and he blushes as you slowly pull his top up off his chest and over his head, catching slightly on his goggles and you let out a sharp inhale of breath as you take in Techs bare chest, chiselled, each muscle defined and they tense as your fingertips trail over his nipples, tweaking them slightly causing Tech to jerk at the sensation, his eyes fixed on you and his chest beginning to rise and fall more rapidly with each passing second.

For once, Tech doesn’t say anything, nor does he stop you when you grab the hem of his pants and tug them down, palming him through his briefs, taking his balls in your hand and squeezing softly.

“This is quite the exquisite sight.” Tech says, hands by his side, as if he was unsure where he should place them. You grab them, placing them on the back of your neck and Techs fingers begin rubbing patterns there and you concentrate on them…is he writing out a mathematical equation?

You continue focussing on his cock, slipping his length out of his briefs and kissing it as you look up at him through hooded eyes and his touch falters and you chuckle. It then becomes a game as you take him into your hand, seeing what it took to make him falter, make a mistake.

“I am sufficiently aroused.” Tech says suddenly, his cock hard and leaking, his own precum smeared over the shaft.

I am sufficiently aroused, your mind parrots back to you with an internal snort. “Tech, just this once, turn off your mind and feel with your body.” You say to him, taking his cock into your mouth, licking and sucking his length as he twitches in your mouth, his hands gripping you harder, soft moans falling from his mouth.

“How are you feeling so far?” You ask as you pull off his cock, checking in with him. Techs chest at this point is heaving and you can only see very little of his warm brown eyes, his pupils dilated drastically.

“Kriff.” Tech says.

“Eloquent.” You say with a half-smile.

“This is hardly fair.” Tech says, regaining some composure. “I am the one who requires practice.”

You sit up, hands splayed on Techs chest. “You sure?”

“Of course.” Tech says, his mouth pursing for a moment. “I would like to take care of you.”

Hooking your arms around Techs back, you tug him upwards until your chest to chest, you sitting in Techs lap and he leans forward to kiss you tenderly and you quickly deepen the kiss, biting his lip as your tongue slips into his mouth.

Still kissing you, Tech turns you around so you’re sitting on the couch and he gently takes the hem of your shirt, pausing as if he’s unsure. “Its okay Tech.” You say reassuringly and he lifts your shirt off, your pants following soon after as he slides to his knees after staring at your chest for several minutes, your nipples stiff with arousal and anticipation.

He pauses for a moment, almost like he was inspecting your sex, analysing it before reaching his fingers out and teasing your clit, rubbing his fingers south to your already wet core. “May I?” He asks politely, his fingers poised in front of your entrance.

“Please Tech, need you.” You whine and Tech makes a little noise in the back of his throat, clearly pleased with how much you wanted him to do this. He packs up the little voice in his head telling him he will be awful at this, and drive you away, closing the box and throwing it off a mental cliff.

Techs fingers press forward and they’re a little unsure but with your guidance, your words of encouragement, has Tech learning quickly, finding your g-spot and rubbing it, mind focussed on the task in front of him. Just as you start twitching, you pull Techs fingers from you. Tech immediately sticks them in his mouth. Interesting, Tech thinks.

“Is it not to your liking?” Tech asks, frowning. He thought you were quite enjoying it.

“Kriff Tech, I love it. I just…want to cum on your mouth.” You admit and Tech blushes. His mouth? Is he capable of that?

“It appears you were close to climax with just my fingers. Why would you want to change the parameters now?” Tech enquires.

You shrug. “Just like the idea is all.”

“I could not deny you your wish mesh’la. But please tell me if its not satisfactory.” Tech says before leaning his head forward and you lift your hips, your core searching for his mouth, desperate for more and Tech obliges, movements slow at first until your encouragement causes him to become bolder, better, and you cum suddenly, riding out your high on his face and even after you’ve stopped spasming on his face he continues to eat you out, clearly absorbed in the new taste, sound, textures.

“Delicious.” He says when he finally pulls away, his lips glistening with your release. You pull him up towards you, crashing your lips to his and you can taste yourself on his tongue as it quickly becomes heated, grinding against eachother.

“What would make you more comfortable, me on top? Or you?” You ask.

“Please take control love.” Tech pants as he slides his cock against your thigh, his member almost searching out your tight heat.

You get Tech laying on the couch and you straddle his thighs, bending down to kiss him again, one hand around his neck while the other travels between your bodies, taking his cock in your hand and guiding him to your entrance, sliding down on him until your hips were flush against eachother.

Tech doesn’t ask you to move and you allow him to get adjusted to the sensation, kissing him and he reciprocates, enjoying being connected to one another.

“Ready?” You ask Tech, leaning your forehead against his, his eyes a bit crossed as he looks at you.

Tech nods rapidly and you lift yourself off him before slamming back down, Tech whimpering underneath you as you grip him tightly, repeating the movement until he feels confident enough to match your thrusts, his hips bucking up to meet yours when they come down, your mouth falling open.

“I’m close.” Tech says, his eyes scrunching shut as if in concentration.

“Its okay Tech, let go.” You say.

“No. Not until you do.” Tech says firmly and you grab the hand of his that wasn’t resting on your ass and placing it on your clit, Techs fingers nimbly rubbing the bud until your mouth falls open and you shout Techs name as you cum, your body squeezing him in further as your movements become stilted.

“Where?” Tech says, as if he’s in pain. His whole body was tense and shaking slightly underneath you. It must be taking all his brain power not to cum.

“Inside, I’m safe.”

That’s all it takes for Tech to let go, and you feel him spill his seed inside you, rocking his hips up into you much longer than you had against his as his head tips back, pure bliss on his face.

He finally stills and looks at you before pulling your temple to his. “I love you mesh’la.”

“You were amazing Tech.” You reply, stroking his cheek, brushing a few stray hairs off his temple. “Definitely satisfactory.” You say with a smirk.

“With room for improvement?” Tech replies cheekily.

“Mmm, you’re not high distinction worthy just yet.”

“With practice mesh’la, I will be.”

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Wrecker was pretty happy, if anyone was to ask him. Back from another set of missions, where he had topped Crosshairs high score for the most droid kills, he makes his way back to their barracks, Tech and Hunter off writing mission reports, telling Wrecker to buzz off when he wouldn’t stop talking.

He’s almost in a daze when he walks into their room, the door sliding shut behind him breaking his daze as his eyes fall on the scene in front of him.

Crosshair, kneeling behind you, both complete naked, thrusting at what looked like a painful speed, the sound of clapping skin reverberating off the walls. The thing that had Wrecker seeing red was how Crosshairs hand was around your throat, your hands tied behind your back as your face pressed into the mattress, ass up.

“Get off ‘em!” Wrecker yells angrily at his brother and Crosshair slows his movements, releasing your throat at Wrecker inspects the delicate skin there, glaring at Crosshair.

Your head looks back at Crosshair who jerks his head, inviting you to speak. “I asked him to do it Wrecker.”

“Why?” Wrecker is in disbelief, these actions being the farthest thing from what sessions with him were like. With Wrecker it was slow, careful, tender.

“They like it.” Crosshair says.

“I didn’t ask you.” Wrecker shoots at Crosshair, whose lip curls up in response.

“He’s right.” You reply firmly. “I do like it.” Your eyes look upwards, biting your lip as your mind turns over.

“Out with it.” Crosshair barks.

“Maybe Crosshair could give you some pointers Wrecker. I certainly wouldn’t mind you pulling rank in the bedroom.”

“You’d want that?”

You nod in response, your head resting against the pillow again and you wiggle your ass against Crosshair, desperate for movement, friction as his length fills you.

“You have to keep them in line.” Crosshair says. “Like this.” He raises his hand and slaps it against your ass, your skin jiggling at the contact, and you let out a squeak as the pain mixes with arousal. Crosshair repeats the motion and you attempt to entice him to fuck you against, squeezing his length with your walls.

“Naughty.” Crosshair replies, pulling out of you completely, causing you to whine.

“You hear that Wrecker? How needy they are for my cock?”

Wrecker would be lying if he said he wasn’t intrigued and a little bit - actually a lotta bit - turned on seeing you like this.

“But not yet. Not after that stunt they pulled. You should have felt it vod, their velvet walls trying to pull me in deeper.” Crosshair says, flipping you onto your back and straddling your upper body, his cock reaching for your mouth and you take him gladly, unable to use your hands for leverage and working his length with your mouth, taking him down your throat as he fucks your mouth, gripping the back of your head tightly as he moves you up and down his length.

He suddenly pulls out, admiring the view of your red lips, blown pupils, a bit of your spit dribbling out from the corners of your mouth.

“When they’re good for me, they get rewarded. Isnt that right, pet?” Crosshair says, finger running against your jaw before he gets off you, flipping you over against and pushing your head into the pillow.

Spreading your ass cheeks and gripping them tightly, his nails digging into flesh, he puts his mouth on your core, licking and sucking that has you shaking beneath him and just as you are about to cum he pulls away, grinning as you bite back a frustrated groan.

“See? Theyre learning.” Crosshair says, this time quickly filling your hole with his fingers, already slick from before and he works you up again – and once again pulls out before you can cum. This time your core clenches around nothing and Crosshair just watches your body react involuntarily.

“When theyre finally desperate. And been good for me,” Crosshair runs his hands down your back, almost gently, before shoving your thighs apart and slotting himself between them, sliding his length inside you and you moan at being filled again as Crosshair fucks into you, focussed more on his pleasure than yours as his hand snakes around your neck, tight enough that you can feel it, not tight enough to cause you actual pain.

Your desperation gets the better of you and you whine, begging Crosshair for release, knowing that he was close and he works you up again, sweat beading on his forehead from the brutal pace he set, eyes fixed on the way he moves inside your body and just before you’re about to peak again…

Crosshair pulls out, jerks himself once and cums all over your back, leaving your hole fluttering and you cuss at Crosshair, glaring at him as you turn your head to looks at him and he looks pleased with himself, stepping back from you and tucking himself away.

“I’ll let you decide if they get a reward.” Crosshair says to Wrecker, patting him on the shoulder before going to his own bunk behind the stack of crates that separated their living spaces.

“Are you okay?” Wrecker asks immediately, rushing to your side.

“I’m fine. Crosshairs a jerk though.” You reply and you hear a chuckle from Crosshair, clearly pleased with himself.

“Want me to deck him?”

“My hero.” You say with a laugh. “Its fine. I did ask for it after all.”

“What do you need?” Wrecker, always caring about your needs and wellbeing.

“Did you like what you saw Wrecker? Be honest. If you didn’t I wont be upset.”

Wrecker nods his head slowly, as though admitting to himself that, yes, he did find it hot how Crosshair treated you, something primal blossoming in his chest. His cock was hard, pressed uncomfortably against his codpiece and he quickly frees himself of his armour and clothes.

“I want you to dominate me Wrecker. Use me, however you see fit.”

“I dunno how good I’ll be at it.” Wrecker mumbles.

“I think you’ll be perfect, sir.” You toss over your shoulder before pressing your face back into the pillow and it means you don’t get to see the look on Wreckers face – surprise, eyebrows shooting up as he takes in your form in front of him: back coated in Crosshairs release, your core open and inviting.

“Gonna slap your beautiful ass.” Wrecker says in warning and you roll your eyes, not that he can see. Wreckers hand rears back and he brings it down on your flesh, and its weak.

“You’re holding back Wreck. I can take it.” You encourage him, mumbling through the pillow.

Wreckers expression darkens and he tries again, this time with more force, a loud smack as his hand hits your cheek and you scream his name as the sensation. He does it a few more times, rubbing the pink skin with his thumb, pressing kisses there before his attention is brought back to your hole, and he slips his fingers in easily, already open from Crosshair using you. He adds an extra digit, just to accommodate for his girth before he’s lining himself up, almost forgotten about you, and shoving forward with a snap of his hips and you whine and being filled by Wrecker impressive cock, your walls stretching to accommodate him as he keeps snapping his hips up into you.

With one hand on your back, Wreckers other hands slides forward until his fingers ghost around your exposed neck, grip feint as he closes his hand around you and you moan in encouragement.

Seeing you liks this, exposed and open for him is almost too much for Wrecker, letting out a guttural roar as he continues to fuck you, your whole body jolting with each movement, your whole body on fire.

Wrecker works you up like Crosshair did and you’re so close, the pressure fit to burst until Wrecker suddenly stops and you grind against him, desperate for the friction that will tip you over the edge.

Without warning, and still impaled on his cock, Wrecker picks you up, one arm securely around your waist, the other underneath your neck to support it as he stands up, entirely holding your weight and you can’t move as Wrecker thrusts into you, moaning louder than you’ve ever heard him. “Gonna have you cum on my cock. Gonna fill you up so good you’ll be feeling me for weeks.” Wrecker says through gritted teeth.

“Yes Wrecker!” Wreckers words, coupled his brutal pace has you tipping over the edge, convulsing around his cock as he grunts, hips snapping against your tender backside as he buries himself deep inside you and you feel his cum fill you, just like he promised.

As if a fog had lifted, Wrecker pulls out and sets you gently on your feet, still completely supporting your weight. “Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you?” He asks with concern.

“Wrecker that was amazing!” You say, reaching up to press your lips against his and he responds greedily, taking his time kissing you as his hand strokes the back of your head.

“I think I prefer this.” He says, tugging you on top of him as he lays back on the bed, stroking your back tenderly and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Whatever you want Wrecker.” You reply with a lazy smile, pressing your head against Wreckers chest and enjoying his warmth, the sound of his heartbeat.

“I wouldn’t let them speak to me like that.” Crosshairs voice carries over the crates and you look up at Wrecker and you both grin.

“Shut up Crosshair!” You yell at the same time, laughing as you get a noise of disgust in response from Crosshair.

Chapter Text

“I was wondering…” You start, sitting cross-legged in Techs bunk, reading while he tinkered with something at the table in the Bad Batches quarters. The rest of his brothers were demonstrating their skills to new cadets, Tech having finished his session early.

“Nothing good to come of that.” Tech replies without looking up.

“Hey! Maybe I won’t tell you what I was thinking about.”

“I was only joking, Mesh’la.” Tech replies, looking over your shoulder to see you grinning at him and he smiles back. You knew he was only teasing.

“Remember when we did that roleplay, with Hunter? And what slipped out from you at the end?”

“About the outfit?” Tech says, reddening.

“Why are you embarrassed?” You ask, getting up and walking over to Tech, draping your arms over his shoulders and pressing a kiss to his flushed cheek.

“I do not feel embarrassment.”

“I don’t know Tech, remember-“ You think about the memory of when it was unseasonably warm on Kamino, one of the days where the sun was shining and the sky was blue. It had been Wreckers idea to go skinning dipping, so Tech and Hunter had driven the water speeders out far past the city and you had been laying on the back of one, completely nude, sunbaking while the boys swam. None of you remembered that there was survival training for the cadets and part of it was to swim back to Tipoca city. Thankfully their trainer, someone who had already seen you naked since you shared communal ‘freshers, warned you but not after they’d seen the boys in all their glory. You’re pretty sure one of the cadets did see you, since they tried to make a pass at you in the mess that night, but Wrecker and Crosshair put him in his place. You didn’t hear what they said, but the poor kid ran out crying, Wrecker and Crosshair looking pleased with themselves.

Tech cuts you off. “I do not need the reminder,” He pauses. “I’m not embarrassed.”

“Then why are you flushed?”

“I’m not-“ Tech stops talking when he presses the back of his hand against his cheek and realises how much warmer it was than his hand. “Oh. I suppose it is the imagery of what you said when I mentioned that I owned the outfit.”

“When I said I would fuck four ways to the next cycle?”

“Yes.”

“What do you imagine, Tech?” You whisper against his ear and his flush deepens, and you take his hands in yours on his lap. He was only in his undersuit so you could tell he was already half-hard.

“I-uh,” Tech starts and stops.

“Go on.” You purr and he grips your hands a bit tighter.

“I imagine you bending me over and penetrating me from behind.”

“With what Tech, I want to hear you say it.”

“With your cock.” Tech replies, eyes darting to the other side of the room, away from your face. You grab his chin and tilt it to look at you, leaning forward and kissing him. “Good boy.” You say when you break apart and Tech splutters as you palm his cock through the fabric.

You pull away. “Go on, go get changed.”

“Please turn away.” Tech asks when he goes to his bunk and rummages around in his locker. “I would like it to be a surprise.” He says when you raise your eyebrow at him in question.

Shrugging, you turn your back to him, walking over to Crosshairs bunk and sitting down, closing your eyes.

Tech clears his throat, and you open your eyes and your mouth drops open at the sight before you – Tech, in a tight fitting maids outfit, stretched over his chest and you frown as your eyes trail down.

“Tech, take them off.” You say, nodding to the bottom half of his undersuit which he left on.

Tech stares at you for a second before peeling them down and tossing the in the direction of his bunk and you smile and sigh happily, Techs long legs bare, the skirt barely covering his package.

“Very nice.” You say, nodding and Tech seems to relax a bit. “You need to really get into it though Tech. I want you to clean the barracks a bit. Maybe Wreckers? His is the reason this place smells.”

“That is a punishment.” Tech states.

“You need to earn your release.” You say with a wink.

Tech turns around and you grin – the view was much better from the back. The skirt didn’t completely cover his ass, the bottom part of the where it met his legs completely exposed and your eyes rake down his legs, stifling a laugh when you realise he’d left his socks on. The laugh turns to lust when Tech bends over to pick something of Wreckers off the floor, giving you full view of his ass.

Tech looks over his shoulder at you curiously when you make a funny noise and its your turn to flush. He was just so sexy like this, and you suddenly understood the appeal of dressing up – something you hadn’t really explored with your boys.

Tech returns to his task and you just enjoy the show and your hand slips into your own pants to rub yourself, biting your lip as you grip your own hand between your thighs, desperate for friction and highly aroused. Needing more, you stand up and stalk over to Tech and he squeaks as you place your hand on his bent back and bring your other hand against his ass cheek, then massaging the spot that was turning as red as Tech was earlier.

“You like that?” You ask Tech and he stands up but doesn’t turn around and you wrap one arm around his middle and press your head against his back, your other hand grabbing his ass again and kneading it. Techs chest heaves under your touch.

“Didn’t wear any underwear on purpose when you came here huh?”

“For you, sir.”

“My little slut. Trying to tease me into getting me to fuck you, huh?”

“Yes sir.” Tech replies obediently and your hand slides down his chest and sneaks under the skirt and you take his hard member in your hand and stroke the length, running your thumb over the head. Tech tenses and groans. You remove your hand and step away.

“Get back to work.” You say and Tech goes back to tidying off, half watching you as you go to his bunk and its your turn to rummage through his locker until you find the strap, stripping your pants and shirt, securing the toy on your hips and grabbing a small bottle of lube before you go back over to Tech and stand in front of him. He looks up at you from where he was on his knees and swallows at the sight of your cock.

“Suck.” You say and Tech shuffles forward, placing his hands on your hips as he sucks your cock, taking it all the way to the base and you gently thrust into his mouth and you realise his gag reflex is a lot better than yours, taking it so well. So you tell him that. “Look at you taking my cock, so well. Do you like it Tech?”

“Yes sir.” He says as he pulls off your cock and you wipe some of the spit from the corner of his mouth before tugging him up to standing, grabbing the front of the uniform and yanking him to you, kissing him and his hands wrap around your waist as he returns the kiss and you finally breaking apart, panting.

“You want this?” You ask Tech as you gaze into each others eyes. Tech nods. “You look really beautiful like this by the way.”

Tech ducks his head and you kiss him again, closing your eyes and getting lost as your lips meld together. You know you need to move things along when Tech starts rutting against you.

Tutting, you pull away from him. “Time to fulfil your fantasy Tech, bend over for me.”

Tech complies, turning around and bending over, placing his hands behind his back and once again his ass is displayed to you and you massage him before popping open the cap and squeezing some lube on your fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up before you flip the skirt up over his back and spread his ass cheeks, circling his hole slowly before pressing one digit forward. Tech was completely relaxed in front of you; he’d done this part plenty of times before.

You take your time, finding Techs prostate and rubbing against it, adding a second when he starts keening. Adding a third finger, you stretch your fingers out, stretching him until he should be able to take your cock easily. Lubing it up, you hook one arm around Techs middle to support him, the other guiding your cock to his entrance and rubbing it up and down his crack before positioning it at his hole and pressing forward slowly and you both groan at the sensation, pushing forward until your hips are flush against his ass.

Tech moans loudly as you rock your hips, grazing over his prostate with each movement. “Take me so well.” You say in Techs ear as you lean over him before straightening your back and moving your hands to his shoulders and using that leverage to pull out all the way and snapping your hips forward and Tech jerks forward. You repeat this movement, becoming rougher with each thrust until you’re really fucking into Tech.

“Need…need to cum. So close.” Tech mumbles and you can tell from the sound of his voice that he was concentrating on not ejaculating too early.

“Cum for me sweet boy. Touch yourself.” You say to Tech and you see one hand move to his front and a second later his body tenses and then spasms and you work him through his release before gingerly pulling out.

You tug Tech to be upright and turn him around, surprise to see the skirt ruffled upwards, his cock still erect. With a nod, you take his length in your hand and give it a few strokes and Tech lets out a groan, although this one sounds like its almost on the edge of pain.

“Over-sensitive?”

“Slightly.” Tech responds, grazing a finger down the side of your face. “But it was still delightful.”

“Lived up to your fantasy?”

“Exceeds it, however, I have one more wish.”

“You’ve been such a good boy for me Tech, tell me.” You say and Techs mouth opens slightly. He always loved being praised.

“I would like you to ride me.”

In response, you take Techs hand and pull him to his bunk and he lays down, pulling you onto his lap as he kisses your neck, sucking down. Grabbing his head you pull him away and with a forceful hand on his chest, you push him backwards and after taking off the strap, you push the skirt out of the way and sink down on his length all the way to the base before undulating your hips, Tech moaning underneath you, your arms outstretched, hands pressed against the fabric on his chest and he lets his hands fall to his sides as you lift up slowly before sinking down.

“Use me.” Tech says and you do: riding his cock at your own pace, very quickly finding your release, having been so aroused from the whole experience and Tech follows you quickly, spurting into you until he begins to soften inside you.

“Wow.” You say, looking down at Tech.

“Certainly not embarrassed.” Tech says with a smile.

“We need to do this again.”

“I think it is your turn next time. I have some ideas…” Tech says as you lean down to kiss him, Tech drawing you into his arms.

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The music is loud, the lights bright but the most annoying thing about being at the 79’s was the wait times to get served drinks at the damn bar. You reach over the bartop, trying to flag one of the servers down, but another patron catches their eye first and with a sigh, you lean back against the bar while you waited.

“Whats a pretty thing like you doing at a place like this?”

“Fives,” You turn around, an unimpressed look on your face. “Have you been watching cheesy holos again?

“I don’t know this Fives. Why don’t you come talk to me, sugar.” Fives says seductively, eyes raking over your form.

“Fives, did you send me to the bar just so you can hit on me?”

“Maybe.” Fives mumbles, finally breaking the act.

You step into Fives space, eyes flitting between his lips and his eyes, your hand roaming down his lower back and giving his ass a squeeze. He leans into your neck, kissing the soft skin there.

“I don’t know. My boyfriends would be mighty mad if I went home with some other clone.” You whisper back in his ear.
Fives hands settle on your waist, nibbling at your ear. “You don’t need him.”

“Not him. Them.”

“Like a bit of a party eh? You strike me as wild. How wild would you be with your lips wrapped around my cock.”

You look up at Fives, eyes dark. Damn, he was good at this.

Unfortunately, the server finally makes his way over to you and you order your drinks, wrapped up in Fives while you wait. The drinks arrive and you head back to your booth, setting them down once you arrive.

“Why didn’t he send you to hit on me?” You ask Echo.

“I don’t have his swagger.” Echo replies, cheekily pinching your ass as you sit down next to him, Fives stuffing himself next to you as you and Echo shuffle down the booth. He hands out the drinks and you take a sip, your free hand rubbing up and down Echos thigh while Fives arm was thrown around your shoulders.

You chat as much as you can over the loud music, mouths close to ears. Fives decides he wants to dance, pulling you up towards the dancefloor. You decide Echo needs to come too, yanking him along with you and you find yourself in a mess of clones, your clones sandwiching you in. You grinded backwards against Fives while you danced, Echo bobbing around to the music with his hands around your waist.

“Wanna get out of here?” Fives says, right into your ear. Youre not surprised, with each dance move he had grown harder and you could feel his length poking into your back. Fives signals to Echo and they pull you off the dance floor and out into the Coruscant night. After a quick ride in a hover-cab that has you tipping the driver extra for how loud and obscene Fives was being, you stumble back to your apartment.

As soon as you’re inside Fives has you pressed up completely against him, attacking your mouth with fervour. Echo is pressed in from behind, taking care of your neck, nibbling and sucking on the skin there. Echo whips you around and they swap places, Echo kissing you passionately and Fives nibbling at your skin, except his hands slide up your shirt and fondle your chest before tapping your arms to lift them and yanking the shirt off all together. Fives drops to his knees, tugging your bottoms and underthings off.

He massages your ass cheeks before spreading them and burying his face against your core, sucking and slurping loudly. Echo swallows your moans as he takes care of your chest, squeezing your breasts and tweaking your nipples.

Fives presses his tongue inside your entrance and you arch your back, giving him better excess.

“How do they taste, Vod?” Echo asks huskily.

“Amazing.” Fives moans against you and the vibrations cause you to shudder.

“Going to share?”

“Absolutely not.” Fives replies and Echo replies with a unhappy noise deep in his throat.

Fives fucks you with his tongue and his tongue rubs deliciously against your sweet spot and with a silent moan, you cum all over his tongue and he laps up every bit of it. He removes his mouth, his kisses wet with your release as he stands up and kisses your neck. Echo slides one hand down your body and sticks two fingers in your wet cunt, rubbing them up and down and you squeal from overstimulation.

He suddenly pulls his fingers out at sticks them in his mouth, moaning around them.

“Bedroom?” You pant.

Echo responds by picking you up by your waist and carrying you to your bedroom, laying you down on the bed and climbing on top of you. He only breaks the kiss to remove the rest of his clothes and then resumes exploring your mouth, his cock leaving a wet streak as he humps against your thigh. Your head tilts and Echo moves his lips to attach to the revealed skin.

“Fives?” You call and Fives wanders over into your vision. “Yes cyare?”

“What-ah-you doing?” Echo tries to distract you by cupping his hand on you sex, rubbing the heel against your clit while his fingers seek the warmth of your cunt.

“Getting myself prepped for you.”

“Yeah?”

“Want you to fuck me tonight.”

“I thought it was my turn tonight.” Echo says from above you.

“You were too slow brother. Cant make them wait.”

Fives distracts you from Echos ministrations, prepping himself while locking eyes with you. He moans when his fingers graze against his prostate. “Gonna be so good when youre buried deep inside me.”

“Stars Fives, youre so hot like this, spread out on your own fingers.”

Echo replies by picking up his pace, rubbing vigorously as his fingers pump in and out of you and your second release builds and with a shout you cum, squeezing around his fingers while he works you through your release.

He cleans his fingers off hungrily before pulling you up, holding you flush against his skin while Fives lays down on the bed, his knees propped open wide, his ass glistening with lube. Echo leaves you briefly to come back with the cock, already prepared. You pull on the harness and crawl over Fives body, resting on his chest.

“Suck.” You say, pressing the tip of your cock against his lips and he opens obediently, sucking on the head before taking the whole thing down to the base.

“Good boy.” You say, pulling out of his mouth without warning and shuffle backwards. Echo passes you some lube and you slick up your cock, the clear liquid mixing with Fives spit. You line up with his hole and press forward, Fives moaning obscenely as you bottom out. You do a few tentative thrusts.

“Take me so well.”

Fives nods, eyes screwed shut. You hear the rustle behind you before you feel Echos mass behind you. Lying on top of Fives, Echo kneels behind you, lining his cock up with your hole and sliding in with ease.

Timing your thrusts with one another, you push into Fives as Echo pushes into you and it doesn’t take long for all three of you to become a moaning sweating mess and then suddenly Fives cock starts to twitch before he cums, spurting all over your bodies. Your release builds as you fuck Fives through his orgasm and then you’re burying yourself all the way in him as you cum, spasming on Echos cock which causes him to ram himself in and out of you and a breakneck speed before cumming as well, filling you until you’re leaking all over the base of his cock.

After you’ve all caught your breath, all stuck together, Echo pulls away, followed by you. You finally get Fives up and the three of you go to the refresher to clean off, collapsing back into bed once your all clean, your boys pressed up on either side of you.

Chapter Text

Hunter was pre-occupied, eyes glued to the datapad in hand as he walked to your quarters, sure he would find Tech there who could help him with the mission report that refused to upload no matter how hard he tried.

Without knocking, he opens the door and steps inside. As soon as he steps foot in your room the overwhelming smell of you hits him and he freezes as the door shuts behind him.

“Sargent?” Tech says tersely, covering your naked body with his own but it was too late, Hunter had already seen your soft skin, the curve of your breasts and the slight jiggle of your stomach as Tech had thrusted into you.

“Hunter.” Tech says sharply. “Do you have a purpose? We are a little busy.”

Hunter blinks, his brain rebooting as he realised that’s hes just walked in on an intimate moment between yourself and his brother.

“I needed your help with the mission report.” Hunter says, eyes looking anywhere but at you but it was really no use, your scent was enough to drive him wild, his member hardening, uncomfortable against the codpiece that thankfully hid his reaction from you.

“And you didn’t think to comm first?”

“I...” Hunter trails off, his brain already struggling to function with how overwhelming it all was for him, unable to come up with words. No, he hadn’t thought to comm first. What an idiot he was. “I’ll come back later. And I’ll comm first.” Hunter says, brain telling him to back out the door but his body not cooperating, rooted to the sport.

You make a little whine of displeasure which Tech catches, watching you carefully. You try to avert his gaze but he grabs your jaw lightly, turning your head to face him again. “Is this turning you on Mesh’la?”

You mumble the negative and Tech tuts at you. “Your body evidences your lies dear. Your pupils have dilated by a further four percent and even now youre clenching around me for friction.”

Hunters ears go pink and his mouth salivates. Him being there didn’t turn you off? You were excited by it?

“What do you say love, do you think we should allow him to watch?”

Your head hasn’t nodded so fast in your life. “What about him?” You ask, gesturing to Hunter who looks pained.

“Oh, his physiology tells me he is on board as well. Isnt that right, Hunter?” Tech says, pulling his eyes away from you to glance at his brother.

“Yes.” Hunter says weakly, brain on the verge of giving up entirely.

“Its settled. Once we are finished you are free to do what you wish to him. But remember, he is allowed to look only, no touching. You’re mine.”

“Yes Tech.”

“Now, where were we?” Tech says and gives an experimental thrust, fast and sharp which has you squeaking in surprise, your whole body jolting in pleasure. As Tech continues to fuck into you, your head turns to look at Hunter who was still standing still, eyes fixated on you, clearly too hung up on this to take care of himself.

“Eyes on me mesh’la.” Tech says forcefully, grabbing your chin and yanking it to look at him while he thrusts into you, but your eyes start drifting again.

“On. Me.” Tech grunts out, changing his position slightly which has him pushing against your g-spot with every thrust and your mouth falls open, eyes locked with Tech as the pressure builds and your body tenses until the pressure snaps and you’re convulsing around Techs cock, his eyes closing as he buries himself into your heat and jerks his hips as he cums deep inside you. He eventually stills and you take a moment to catch your breath as Tech slips his softening cock from you to grab a cloth and clean you up.

Casting a glance at Hunter, Tech addresses you. “I believe the Sargaent requires some assistance. Remember, he can look, but not touch.”

“Can I touch him?” You ask Tech.

“Up to you dear.” Tech replies, finger tracing along your jawline, kissing you briefly before getting up and pulling his clothes on and settling down to work on another project, back turned to the pair of you.

Standing up, you walk over to Hunter who was panting heavily, pupils blown wide. “How’re you doing Hunter?” You ask with a glint of mischief in your eyes.

“Hrrnnnggg.” Hunter replies, the ability to form words beyond him.

“Eloquent.” Tech throws over his shoulder.

“Give him a break Tech. Imagine what he’s feeling right now. Can you smell me Hunter?”

“Kriff.” Hunter mentally kicks himself. All his military training and composure going out the window when you talk to him like that. Taking a deep breath, Hunter regains some composure. “I could smell you on Techs fingers after the first time.”

“Mmm, that was a while ago. And since then, have you thought about me? When you’re alone?”

Your words garner Techs attention and he turns slightly to hear Hunters answer.

“Yes.” Hunter says simply, Tech muttering and shaking his head, returning to his project.

“Do you take your cock in your hand and imagine its me?”

“Stop teasing him Mesh’la.” Tech says, back still turned.

Hunter nods.

“Show me.” You say seductively and Hunter fumbles with his codpiece as he unclips it, and it drops, clattering when it hits the ground. He quickly pulls his member out and you turn your head, inspecting it and it twitches under your gaze.

“Jerk yourself off Hunter.” You say, trailing your own hands over your body, Hunters eyes watching their movements avidly.

Hunter takes himself in his hand, spreading the precum and thumbing the slit before moving down to the base, groaning and tilting his head back but his eyes remain on you. Still oversensitive, his cock jumps in his hand with every stroke, his hips bucking to fuck his hand quicker, to get more friction.

Your hand reaches out and stops him, prying his fingers off the shaft, your hand replacing where his was. Seeing his member in your hand is almost too much for Hunter but he holds on and is rewarded when you tentatively stroke him from base to tip before picking up speed.

“Fuck my hand Hunter.” You command lightly and Hunter does, his hands reaching up to fist his own hair as you stroke him, his hips taking control, thrusting quickly and after a few more strokes he’s cumming, the fluid hitting your bare skin which ends up being too much for him and he takes a step back out of your grasp, his shaft oversensitive almost to the point of pain.

Swiping a finger through his mess, you bring it to your lips and suck. “Interesting.” You comment but say nothing further.

“Are you finished?” Tech asks.

“Hunter sure is.” You say with a grin.

“Good. Get out Hunter.” Tech says and Hunter hastily tucks himself away and clips back on his codpiece, backing out of the room as you wave goodbye to him, Tech pulling you close and commenting on how dirty you are as the door slides shut behind him. Hunter only makes it a few steps before he stops and rests his head against the cool wall, a few regs giving him weird looks.

He lets out a groan. Its going to take him a while to recover from this.

Chapter Text

Hunter hadn’t believed you for a second when you said you hadn’t had any formal training, and after Wrecker came back from spending time with you, your comm number safely saved in his device, Hunter decided to do some digging.

Tech was able to hack into the Republic files easily and inconspicuously, no-one even knowing he’d been in them. He locates the file for you, searching by a list of skills since he and Hunter were unsure if you’d even given Wrecker your actual name. You had, just a shortened version of it.

Bringing it up, both Tech and Hunter read it, taking in that you were Republic Intelligence, a well decorated operative with a long list of skills that would rival their own. After sharing a look with Tech, Tech deletes the information off his datapad and disappears into the cockpit.

Satisfied, Hunter decides you’re not a threat and since you made Wrecker happy, he would leave well enough alone.

At least you weren’t a Separatist.

Your comm goes off and you ignore it, settling yourself deeper into the sun lounge that sat on your rooftop. It was stupid to bring your comm with you anyway, being on forced leave. Habits die hard and you always had the blasted thing on you.

After the third ring, and fifth ding of a message you get so annoyed you pick it up at the ground and press the accept button, your commander shimming into form in the holo for you.

“What.” You snap, annoyed at being interrupted.

“We’re calling you in. Need your expertise.”

“I’m not the only Republic Intelligence officer you know.”

“But you’re the best. And we need the best on this. Its not a request. Its an order.” Your commander says firmly, arms clasped behind his back.

“Fine.” You reply, standing up and gathering your things, keeping the holo still in one hand. “But I want you to remember this when you attempt to send me on leave next time.”

“I do apologize for that. But the war rests for no-one.” Your commander pauses, shifting as if he wants to say something else and you raise an eyebrow at him. “I will see you at the de-briefing. Captain Twuin will brief you pre-mission. And stay safe ad’ika.”

“Yes ba’vodu.” You reply with a roll of your eyes.

“Your father would be proud.”

“Not proud enough to give me his armour. Brother didn’t deserve it.” You mutter under your breath and looking at your uncle, you’re sure he heard it, but doesn’t say anything. He clicks off the comm and his figure disappears.

Grumbling, you pack up your lounge and head back into your apartment.

“Captain Twuin.” You greet with a nod as you enter the briefing room, the captain already standing surrounded by holo-screens. She turns and replies with your name in a formal greeting, hands clasped behind her back.

Once you are beside her, she begins pointing to the screens, explaining your mission, and to you it seemed pretty standard, if not ambitious. You were never willing to back down from a challenge. “You’ll need back-up.” She says.

“You doubt me?”

“Commanders orders.”

You supress a frown. Of course.

“We don’t have many of the elite squads available. We reached out to Delta squad and they seemed…keen to work with you again.”

“Pass.” You reply, waving away their picture on the holopad before bringing up Clone Force 99. “I want them.”

“You sure?” Captain Tquin says incredulously, turning to inspect you, finding a serious expression on your face. You nod and her eyebrows shoot up before returning to their normal position. “Nobody has liked working with them. They don’t like working with anyone. You know what happened to Djorn…”

You nod again. Everyone knew what happened to Djorn. A very sad day for RI indeed. “I think I can handle them.”

“Your funeral.” Twuin says with a shrug. “Who do they even report to?”

You inspect their file. They don’t technically have a commanding officer, Commander Cody being the closest thing, so you bring up his frequency and dial it, Cody materialising in the centre of the desk from the holopad, looking tired and dirty, blaster bolts flying past him with General Kenobi deflected shots behind him.

“Bad time?” You say with a half grin.

“You could say that.” Cody deadpans. “What do you want? I’m a little busy.”

“That is an understatement!” Kenobi calls from behind Cody and Cody rolls his eyes at his general.

“Do Clone Force 99 report to you?”

“Sort of. Need them?”

“Yes.”

“Send me the mission file. Ill pass it on. How long do they have?”

“Two rotations.” You reply.

Cody scoffs. “Two rotations,” he mutters under his breath before increasing his volume. “They wont be happy about. But I’ll get it done.” Cody nods at you, Kenobi yelling at him from behind and you disconnect the call.

“Good luck and may the force be with you.” Twuin says, setting a hand on your shoulder. “Looks like you’re going to need it.”

“Where are we goin’?” Wrecker asks. For the fifth time.

Tech says a planet name Wrecker can’t even begin to process. “We have been requested by Republic Intelligence.”

Hunter scoffs as he walks into the cockpit. “Bunch of bureaucrats they are. More likely to get in the way than they are to complete the mission.” Hunter sits down behind Tech, Crosshair in the seat next to him, head tipped back, likely asleep. Wrecker spins his chair to look at Hunter. “But it came from Cody.”

“Did they say who we would be working with exactly?” Crosshair says without opening his eyes. Guess he wasn’t asleep after all.

Hunter says your name, sharing a look with Tech who had turned to look at him. By Wreckers blank expression, you clearly hadn’t told him your full name. “Don’t worry Wrecker, I think you’ll like them.” Hunter says with a smirk.

Lifting your hand to your face, you shield your eyes as the Marauder blows in, coming in much faster to the hanger than was regulation, shuddering to a stop a little ways away from you. The ramp opens and you can’t help but smile when you see Wrecker bringing up the rear.

He spots you and gasps, breaking away from his brothers to sprint over to you, engulfing you in a hug and pressing a big kiss to your cheek. You pat his arm and he sets you down and you straighten your uniform.

“I didn’t know we would be workin’ with you!” Wrecker says when the others finally catch up.

“I thought it was obvious.” Tech says.

“No formal training, huh?” Hunter says to you, quirking an eyebrow.

“You say that like you didn’t hack into our server and find my file.” You reply smoothly and Techs head whips up to look at you, surprised. Hunter remains calm and collected.

“My encryption hid all of our activity.” Tech says.

“It did.”

“Then how did you know?”

“I’d do some digging if any of my siblings brought someone home for the first time too.”

“Your file was quite impressive, your success rate almost as high as ours.” Tech says.

“Yeah, well, I don’t have the luxury of having the same set of squadmates every mission.”

“I thought you mostly worked alone,” Crosshair interjects.

“The key word being mostly.” You shoot back before your comm beeps. Time was up. “Come on, lets go.” Waving your finger, you head up the ramp, taking in the Marauder, Tech stunned at how you just sauntered into his ship.

“I’m in charge here.” Hunter says to you, stepping into your space as he stands in front of you, you seated on one of the jump seats, Wrecker ambling in to sit next to you.

“And I outrank you. Is that going to be a problem sergeant?”

Hunter eyes you off but doesn’t say anything further, disappearing into the cockpit with the others. Wrecker beams at you, taking your hand and chatting to you the entire journey.

“There goes our plan.” You say drily as the side entrance goes up in flames, Crosshair having shot an explosive barrel to take out a large wave of droids, setting off a chain reaction that caused the entrance to be out of action. It wasn’t enough though and the droids kept swarming out of the facility, pinning you down behind the cover of the trees that surrounded it.

“Nice going Cross.” Wrecker says as he steps out behind the tree and sprays blasterfire at the droids before ducking back behind the cover.

“How was I supposed to know it would set off a chain reaction?” Crosshair says with a shrug.

“You would if you had of read my mission brief.” Tech snaps at Crosshair.

“Tech, those things are novel length. No ones reading them.” Hunter says as he takes his turn to shoot, lobbing a thermal detonator towards the incoming droids, taking out a large chunk of them as the rest of the Batch clear the others.

But more keep coming, streaming out of the main entrance.

“We have to get that front door closed.” Hunter says.

“It would take away our only entry point.” Tech points out.

“Wrong. There’s a secret entrance.” You say as you roll out, shooting droids with precision before ducking back out of sight.

“Nice of you to tell us about it.” Hunter replies.

“Its not on any of the schematics for this facility.” Tech says.

“You’ll have to trust me. I’ve been in places like this before. It’s there.”

Hunter clearly doesn’t trust you, grumbling, giving himself time to respond by running around the current group of droids while everyone else keeps their attention, slicing through them with his knife from behind.

“No.” He says once he comes back.

“Why am I not surprised? Might I remind you what happened the last time you didn’t trust an operative?” You shoot back.

“Don’t.” Hunter says, his helmet unmoving and you both glare at eachother. It was a low blow for sure, but you wanted to make it out alive.

“We don’t have all day.” Crosshair sneers.

“The next wave is inbound. We should go on the offensive while we still have the chance.” Tech says.

Hunter looks at his squad before nodding at them. “Plan 34, Storm.”

You watch as Tech grabs a smoke bomb out from one of his pouches and you notice it has red edging on it, clearly not standard issue. He passes it to Hunter before pressing on the side of his helmet and you see the yellow screen in front of his eyes light up with data. Seizing your opportunity, you sneak away.

“26. Mark 109.” Tech says and Hunter lobs the detonator, Crosshair stepping out behind the cover and shooting, hitting it dead on and it explodes, smoke spilling out before condensing, turning into a liquid that falls onto the droids and fries their circuits. For those that it missed, Wrecker throws an electro detonator in the middle of the remaining droids and it lights up, connecting them through whatever the substance Tech had created, wiping the rest of them out.

The mission is a complete success from there, Hunter even going so far as to compliment you on your work and you don’t reply, a smug smile on your face that has him rolling his eyes at you before leaving you alone with Wrecker.

Back on base, you’re writing reports, Wrecker doing his best to distract you, leaning over your back and pressing kisses to your neck, your head, your hand when your own hand reaches up to pass over your head, stressed.

“Wrecker, I’m a little busy.” You say, looking up at him and giving him a tight smile before returning to your work.

“Bored.”

“Go annoy your brothers.”

“Nah, you’re more fun.”

“Fine.” Pushing your report to the side, you walk around to the front of your desk and pat the tabletop, Wrecker sitting down obediently. Positioning yourself between his legs, you reach your hand up to scratch against the back of his neck, his hands wrapping around your middle as he pulls you close, glancing down at your lips, millimetres away from yours before looking back up at you, his eyes asking for permission.

You bridge the gap, bringing his lips to yours and the kiss is sweet, tender, Wrecker being as gentle as he can but you can feel how eager he is, his heart thrumming loudly and you press your free hand against his chest as you deepen the kiss, the both of you staying there until it descends into something more frenzied, Wrecker slotting his leg between yours and practically pulling you down to sit on it.

Automatically you grind on his thigh, the friction feeling amazing against your core, but too muted with all the clothes you were wearing. You reach to begin undressing when Wreckers hands catch yours.

“Don’t. You look so hot in your combat gear. If I wasn’t so focussed on beatin’ droids I would have been hard the whole time just lookin’ at you.” Wrecker admits.

“Wrecker, it makes things difficult. Can I at least lose the pants?”

“Yeah, but the boots stay on.”

“The boots stay,” You mumble, shaking your head at Wrecker. He did know how clothing worked, right? “Wrecker, I have to take them off to get my pants off.”

“Yeah, but put them back on.”

“Alright.” It feels a bit weird, shucking off your pants but leaving your underwear and top on, holster still sitting around your waist. You bend over to put your shoes back on and Wrecker whistles at your ass being displayed for him. With a flourish, you turn back around, boots back on. “Happy?”

“Am I ever.” Wrecker replies, standing up and yanking to his strong form, kissing you hungrily before breaking away with a smirk. “You can go back to your reports now.”

You look at him incredulously before narrowing your eyes. He was up to something.

It shouldn’t have surprised you that once you sat down and picked up your datapad, Wrecker settles himself on the floor, positioning himself between your legs.

Pushing your underwear aside, he places his mouth over your sex, sucking and slurping loudly, the intensity causing you to drop your datapad and grab Wreckers head, pulling him closer to you. He chuckles against you, the vibrations sending tingles down your spine, and you use his mouth until you’re screaming his name as you cum, still grinding against him as you ride out your high.

Wrecker doesn’t let up, pushing you to the point of oversensitivity before your training kicks in and you distance yourself from the sensation, breathing deeply. Your body seems to have a different idea than your mind, Wreckers lapping quickly working you up to another release, this one causing you to whimper as your thighs grip Wreckers head, legs thrown over his shoulder as he holds them in position.

It doesn’t escape your notice that Wrecker, still fully dressed, was gently thrusting into the air in front of him, clearly desperate for friction. He still doesn’t let up, hoisting you up until he’s standing and you have to duck your head to not hit the ceiling as he carries you over to your bed, kneeling down so you’re seated on the edge.

“I could have walked.” You say as he finally removes his mouth from you.

“More fun this way.” He replies and you watch as Wrecker quickly shucks off his own armour, tossing his undersuit haphazardly into the room, a far cry from your neatly folded pair of pants.

He looms over you, and you yank his head down to kiss you again, pulling his body as much as you can but he’s strong so he easily resists, remaining hovering over you, supported by one arm bracketing the side of your head.

His free hand snakes up your shirt to fondle with the stiff peaks of your nipples before releasing them, hand travelling south until they’re at your hole and he presses one finger in gently, then two, then another until you’re open and slick for him.

“Relax. I don’t want this to hurt.” Wrecker says sweetly before lining himself up and pressing forward, just a little, and you heed his advice, relaxing your muscles as he slides in, letting you adjust to his size.

“Wrecker, move.” You command.

“Yes sir.” He replies with a chuckle, pulling out of you before thrusting back in, changing up his pace every few thrusts before just rocking himself shallowly inside you, the tip of his cock grazing against your special spot and you cum, this time slowly, like a wave crashing over you.

The feeling of your body clenching around him has Wrecker cumming with a grunt, stilling as he shoots his load into you, remaining inside you and cuddling you close once he’s finished.

“Wrecker, that can’t be comfortable.” You say as your hands roam against his firm back. Your holster and blaster (which had been on safety) must be digging into his stomach.

“So sexy.” Wrecker mumbles, minutes away from sleep.

Well, if he didn’t care, why should you?

Chapter Text

“Whatcha doing?” You ask Tech, who was seated in front of you, his legs stretched long, a length of red rope hooked around his foot and a metal ring in his hand as he rubbed the rope against it.

“Preparing rope.” Tech says, concentrating on his task.

“For a mission?”

“Personal reasons.”

“Okay.” You reply, going back to reading your book, a gift Tech had bought you from his last mission and a surprisingly good read with a good story – when he had initially presented you with it you had expected it to be a text or guide book.

Tech continues with his task until he suddenly stops, relieving the rope tension against his foot and setting the metal ring down. “I would like to share something with you.” Tech says and you set the book down, leaning forward to wrap your arms around Techs middle, resting your head on his shoulder and he turns his head to press a kiss to your cheek, your lips automatically curling into a smile. “Here.”

Tech presents you with his datapad which you take from his hand, leaning back as Tech grabs a small lighter from a pouch on his belt, running it along the rope and you sniffle at the smell of the burning fibres. In response to the sound you make, Tech pulls out another device and sets it next to him, turning it on and the smell disappears immediately, the device filtering it away.

“Shibari, huh?” You ask, looking at the article Tech had left open on his datapad for you to read. Tech doesn’t answer, working away as you flick through the information on what it was, its origins, the technique and bond required.

“I would like to try it with you.” Tech says, now rubbing the rope with a cloth and getting out a small bottle which he squirts onto the rope, working it into the fibres with his hands.

“You’ve tied me up before.” You point out, your focus pulled towards the holophoto section, bringing up all sorts of different poses. For some the model is seated on the ground, others they are suspended in the air. It was certainly more on the side of art than it was sexual – not that the models weren’t all beautiful too.

“This is different. This requires extensive knowledge on the subject matter as not to injure you. I would be what they would call a rigger.” Tech sets the now treated rope on the floor next to the bed, leaning back and turning to his side so his head rested on your chest. You tug off his goggles and stroke his hair and he relaxes under your touch.

“I trust you Tech. If you want to try it, I’m willing to. Think I will look as sexy as those models?”

“Even more so.” Tech pauses, his eyes closed and his brow unfurrowing as your stroke his forehead. “The rope requires time to cure so we can test it within the next standard cycle or so.”

“Good, means you can get some sleep now. You’ve been going full steam for one and a half standard cycles Tech, its not healthy.”

Tech hums non-committedly. He didn’t think regular sleep was necessary. You believed the opposite. Looked like you won this time, Tech drifting off as you calm him with your presence, and touch.

Tech enters your quarters in the afternoon a few days later, having spent majority of the time with his brothers training to keep up their skills in their brief down-time that kept them on Kamino, and Tech with you.

You look up to see the red rope, looking softer than it had a few days ago, looped around his arm. “I believe it is ready.” He announces, setting the rope down on the bed and devoiding himself of his armour so he was in nothing but his undersuit. His form never failed to spark a fire in your lower belly.

Setting your page and putting the book down – which you had a determidness to finish so you could talk about it with Tech in person before he left – Tech wanders over, taking your hands in his and you stand up, your fingers interlaced as Tech gazes at you softly.

You smile back at him before stepping forward into his space, bringing your mouth to his to kiss him, your tongue running along his lower lip in the way you know he likes. “How do you want me?” You ask when you finally pull apart.

Tech grabs his datapad, bringing up several positions that you might find comfortable and you inspect the designs as he talks you through them before both settling on one together.

“You will need to stretch first.” Tech says, undressing you before manipulating your joints as he moves your arms and legs, making the muscle more pliable for what was to come.

Once he was satisfied, he steps away to lay your blanket on the floor, grabbing the rope as you settle into the position – kneeling, your ass resting on your heels with your knees apart, your hands clasped together behind your back and Tech simply admires you as is.

You wiggle a bit and Tech gets the message, grabbing the rope and painstakingly tying you up, starting with your wrists before crisscrossing it over your arms and shoulders, down your chest and around your waist, pushing your legs open further and getting you to lift your ass up as he ties around your hips and thighs, securing your calves against your thighs and ending at your ankles.

“How do I look?”

“Breath-taking.” Tech replies, standing back and admiring you, and his handiwork.

“Take a picture?”

“Are you sure?”

“I wanna see myself, how you see me.”

Tech complies, grabbing his helmet and pulling it on, walking around you slowly to get a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree angle, pausing to take some still shots every few steps until he’s satisfied, pulling off his helmet and setting it down, picking up his datapad where the files had transmitted automatically to. After securing the files for his access only, he brings the datapad over to you, holding it out as he shows you the video, and the still shots. Despite being restrained, seeing yourself like this makes you feel powerful, and you truly feel beautiful. “Wow.”

“Yes, that is an apt response. You are beautiful cyare. I will cherish these holos.” Tech says, setting the datapad down next to his helmet and returning to you.

“Now what?” You ask after a few moments, Tech just staring at you, transfixed by you.

Tech shakes himself out of it. “I would like to take care of you, perhaps attempt to make myself worthy of your presence, this gift.”

You didn’t realise Tech was this taken by it. You suddenly wish he had of suggested it sooner. “As you wish.”

Tech lays down on the blanket in front of you and he pulls you – since you had such limited movement – up his body as he lays back until you’re situated at his face, legs resting on his chest. He hooks his arms around your thighs, holding you in place.

“Surely I’m crushing you.” You say as you take in how little of your bodyweight you’re carrying on your own.

“On the contrary, dear.” Techs nose nuzzles against your clit and your hips attempt to jerk forward and are halted immediately by the ropes. “This is quite comfortable for me.” Tech darts out his tongue, flicking it against your sensitive bud before taking it in his mouth and sucking harshly, your moans music to his ears.

It is a little awkward since he couldn’t completely spread your legs and have full access like he usually does, but he makes do, tongue lapping at your hole, your body responding by fluttering around his tongue, whining as he removes it and replaces it with his fingers, pumping them in and out, angling them up and your hips rock against them, your peak building swiftly until you cum all over his fingers, shuddering on top of him and he works you through your release.

“I need you, Tech.”

“It may not be comfortable.” He responds, pulling his fingers out and sucking on them to clean them off.

“I do not care.” You say fiercely.

Techs eyes study yours for re-assurance, and you nod, enough for Tech and he gently pushes your front against the blanket, grabbing a pillow for you to rest your head on. Tech disappears out of your view and you hear the rustle of his clothes being removed before you hear the sound of his helmet and he moves around you, taking another video and another holo for late nights when he misses you. He finally positions himself behind you.

“Beautiful.” He says as his hand runs over your exposed skin between the rope, grazing the rope as well.

Tech hoists your legs up and kneels between your legs and the stretch burns a little, your muscles being pulled into an odd position so Tech can slot himself against your core, sliding his cock against you slit, gathering the slick there before pressing forward and sheathing himself in you, and you moan as he fills you, Tech groaning as he bottoms out.

Firm hands wrap around your waist as he takes control, moving your body for you since you couldn’t, sliding in and out of you, his right hand sliding forward down your stomach and to your crotch, rubbing your clit, whispering how beautiful you were with each thrust, your orgasm building slowly before peaking suddenly and you moan Techs name as you cum, jerking against his cock as you try to take him deeper. The movement becomes too much for Tech and with a jerk of his hips, he cums inside you, rocking his hips shallowly as he rides out his own release.

After you’ve both caught your breath, Tech pulls out, setting your legs back down gently and the tension subsides, Tech disappearing for a few moments, coming back and cleaning you up.

After sitting you back up so you’re kneeling again, he gently begins unwrapping the rope, kissing the skin that he reveals and when he’s finished you look down at the marks across your body and Tech seems concerned.

“I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt.” You say, stroking his jaw and he relaxes slightly.

“You need to be careful.” Tech replies, taking your wrist and massaging it before moving to your other muscles that were bound until you’re feeling quite relaxed. Tech picks you up with a strength you oft forget he has, taking you back to your bed and bringing the pillow and blanket back, pulling it over you both and he settles in behind you, pulling you close to his body.

“That was amazing. We have to do that again.”

“Are you certain you were comfortable?”

“Well, no, but its hard to when your limbs are tied together. But I really enjoyed it Tech, I loved how it made me feel.” Your thumb runs over the back of Techs hand where they were entwined. “Please can we try that again?”

“I could never deny you, love.” Tech replies, nuzzling against your neck and you smile as you close your eyes, drifting off to sleep.

Chapter Text

“Yes Daddy.”

The phrase slips out accidentally during sex with Hunter, as he’s pounding you into the mattress, body draped over yours. He doesn’t say anything, and you don’t say anything either but the second it was uttered you both reach your orgasm, frantic as you reconnect after several months apart.

Hunter doesn’t bring it up again, so you don’t either.

It’s a few days later, Hunter inviting to watch him workout, an activity you loved to watch him do, see how strong he was, how fit he was. He finishes his set, unwrapping the fabric from his hands, looking over to you, his chest bare and glistening with his sweat, your eyes fixated on his toned body.

“See something you like, little one?”

Your eyebrows shoot up. “You heard that the other day?”

Hunter frowns. “Did you mean to say it?”

“It slipped out accidentally, but yes.”

“Yes who?” Hunter says, walking over to you and tipping your chin up to look at him.

“Yes daddy.” You reply and Hunter groans, tugging you up off the bench you were sitting on and pulling your flush against him, hand around your waist and presses his lips against yours hungrily, sliding his tongue inside your mouth.

Hunter pushes down on your shoulders once he breaks away and you fall to your knees, directly in front of his crotch. Since he was wearing just his undersuit, you could see the hard outline of his cock straining against the fabric.

“Do you see what you do to me?” Hunter says in a low voice, grabbing his crotch and squeezing himself. “Since this is your fault, you’re going to help me with it. Understood?”

You look up at Hunter innocently and nod your head, catching your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Good girl. Now deal with this.” Hunter gestures to his crotch with a wave of his hand and you tug down the bottom half of his undersuit and his hard cock springs free, slapping against his stomach.

Your hands reach to rest on his thighs to give yourself purchase but Hunter tuts, walking around behind you and you hear a tug of fabric coming loose, feeling your wrists being tied together.

You steal a look over your shoulder to see that Hunter had restrained your hands using his own bandana. Unfortunately, he catches your little glimpse, tutting as he returns to stand in front of you.

“Did I say you could look?”

“No, sir.” You sound apologetic, looking down at the ground.

“You can make it up to me.”

“Anything for you, Hunter.”

“Im not Hunter. You may only address me as ‘daddy’ or ‘sir’. Understood?” Hunter asks, tipping your chin up to look at him and his eyes are dark, pupils completely blown.

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl” Hunter says and you beam at his praise.

Hunter grabs his own cock and strokes it for a few seconds before placing it in front of your lips and pushing past the soft skin and into your warm and inviting mouth, groaning as he slides all the way in until hes hitting the back of your throat and you breath evenly through your nose and try to ignore your gag reflex.

“You didn’t choke this time. You’re learning how to take my big fat cock.”

You mumble something around Hunters cock, but he cant make out what it was, nor does he really care, tipping his head back, resting his hands behind his hair, tugging on the loose strands as you bob up and down his cock, slurping and sucking.

Hunter focusses on how you feel around him and his breathing starts to quicken as if he were a shiny who’d never been with anyone before and he suddenly pulls out of your mouth and you pout at the loss of him. You quite liked how Hunter tasted on your tongue, salty and a little bit sweet.

“Want daddy to fuck you, fill you up with my seed?” Hunter says, looking down at you. He removes the bandana from your wrists and secures it back on his forehead again. Pushing your upper back down to the ground so you laid flat out, Hunter positioning himself between your legs as he pulls your bottoms off, hoisting your bare legs on either side of his torso, straight out behind him.

“Yes daddy!” You scream as Hunter thrusts inside you with the snap of his hips, his pelvis flush around yours and he grinds his hips in circles and your legs clench around the sides of his torso. Hunter stills and then raises his hand, bringing it down on your ass, enough to tingle the skin.

“Did I say you could move? I thought you were my little sex toy.”

“Sorry sir, I mean daddy, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Upset? No. Annoy…you succeeded. Maybe I should pull out, fuck your mouth until I finish.”

“Please sir, I’ll be good.”

“We’ll see.” Hunter says, slapping your ass again and you bite your lip, your breath coming out in little pants since you were just so aroused, and the way that Hunters cock twitched inside you, you knew he was enjoying this too. It was nice, seeing him like this, letting the primal side of him come out, rather than the restrained sergeant.

Hunter, oblivious to your internal monologue, pulls out sinfully slow before snapping his hips back in and your body jolts forward at the force of it, Hunter coiling back before repeating the movement, driving deep inside you and your fingers clench and you know you’re leaving nail marks in the soft flooring.

Grabbing your hips, Hunter uses you to fuck his cock, grunting with each thrust, sliding in and out of you at a breakneck speed and you feel a bead of sweat fall on your back.

“Look at me.” Hunter growls and your press your forearms into the floor and turn your head to look at him, shaking the hair out of your eyes.

“You like this?”

“Yes daddy.”

Hunter moans loudly. “Gonna fill you with my seed. If you can take it, maybe you can cum.”

You nod your head rapidly, panting as Hunter stands up, bringing your body with him and your hands press against the floor to support your torso, Hunter strong hands on your thighs as he grips them, hard enough to leave a mark.

“Gonna. Fuck. Your. Tight. Pussy.” Hunter gets out through gritted teeth, pounding into you. “I think you should cum little one. Cum with me.” Hunter says somewhat gentler, rubbing your clit furiously and it sends you tumbling over the edge, and you scream yes daddy, Hunter driving deep into you as he cums as well, painting your walls with his seed, just like he promised.

Once his cock stopped twitching, he pulls out, immediately wrapping an arm around your torso to free up his other arm, his free hand coming down to stuff his cum back into your cunt. “Can’t let any go to waste.” He says.

Its no use, and you feel his spend start to drip down your lower thighs as Hunter slowly lifts you up to standing and holding you close while the blood rushed back to your head.

“How was that?” Hunter asks, pressing a kiss to your forehead and resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Good. Daddy.” You tease, smirking.

“Say that one more time and Ill carry your straight to the refresher and fuck you against the stall.”

“Say what Hunter? Do you mean when I call you daddy? You punctuate the word, really enjoying it.

“That’s it.” Hunter says, picking you up and you realise how strong he actually is. “Refresher.”

Your laughter thankfully wasn’t heard by anyone else as Hunter rushes off to the adjoining refresher.

Chapter Text

All good boys go to heaven,

But bad boys bring heaven to you

The song plays out in your ears as you run through the quiet streets on your morning run, automatically biting your lip as the previous nights activities replay in your mind.

Friends calling you up, convincing you to go out with them.

The busy bar, the music loud, bodies moving together to the music.

Catching the eye of a tall grey haired man, blushing as you pull your eyes away from his piercing gaze.

Eyes drawn back to him over the course of the next hour, his eyes always on yours when you look.

Friends egging you on from afar as you make your way to the bar, alone, the man following and leaning against the bar opposite you.

Taking in his form, strong and lean, covered by black jeans, a black t-shirt and black leather jacket. He smelled like musk and gunpowder.

Asking for your name, providing you with his like a gift.

Buying you a drink, flirting openly, asking if you wanted to get out of there.

Agreeing, having his strong arm wrapped around your upper body as he presses you against his side, taking you out of the bar, tossing you a helmet, putting it on as you climb on his motorbike behind him, wrapping your hands tight around his middle as he roars off, taking you back to your apartment, your address whispered against his ear.

Hands all over each other as he whispered dirty things in your ear, sending heat to your core.

Pushing him into your apartment, lips crashing against each other, your hands fisting in his t-shirt.

Dropping to your knees, unzipping his pants, and freeing him, taking him in your mouth as one hand wraps itself in your hair, showing restraint, the sounds falling from his lips better than any music you’d ever heard.

Being pulled back up and flush against him, his lips on your neck, ear, detailing everything he wanted to do to you.

Pushing the jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, his shirt coming next.

Pausing, savouring the beauty in front of you, running your fingers anywhere you could reach, chest heaving underneath your touch, his honey brown eyes fixated on you.

Your clothes joining his on the floor, his strong hand hoisting you up to wrap your legs around him, carrying you effortlessly to the kitchen bench, setting you down.

Paying attention to your body, lips and tongue tracing lines down your body that has you praying, needy for more.

Finally getting him where you want him, buried between your legs as he takes you apart, inch by inch until you’re a mess, hands gripping the back of his head, desperate for more.

Smirking as he brings himself back to standing, your breath lost to you as he steals it away, kissing you, holding your face delicately in his hand.

Pushing forward, connecting you, your body welcoming the intrusion.

Moving as one, lips never parting, eyes dark and hooded as you reach your peak in tandem.

Boneless as he picks you up again, carrying you and laying you gently on your bed and holding you until you drift off.

He was gone come morning.

Feeling much more flushed than was warranted with your exercise, you round your final corner, on the home stretch, bending over to catch your breath as you reach your apartment lobby.

I’m not ashamed that he wasn’t the one,

Had no idea what we would become,

There’s no regrets,

Just thought it was fun

Chapter Text

It was a bad idea, really. You don’t ever remember who suggested the idea – Wrecker maybe? - but as you stare down at that little bottle of long gone liquor you think, what was bit of fun with your team?

“Truth or Dare.” Hunter asks you as the bottle spins before stopping directly in front of you.

“Truth.” You reply, gearing yourself for whatever they could possibly ask you.

“What was your first impression of us?”

You jerk your head in surprise. You thought these questions would start out a bit easy, maybe your favourite food or drink, something to ease into before it got more personal, which is exactly the direction you were expecting this night to go in.

You weren’t dumb; you knew how the boys all looked at you, touched your waist, arm, shoulder when it wasn’t necessary. How fiercely overprotective they were whether it be in battle or when someone tries to chat you up on a night out. Maybe you saw this as your opportunity to push them along, since you found them all devastatingly handsome and were attracted to each of them, for different reasons.

“Mental.” You reply with a cheeky grin and they laugh.

“That would be an accurate impression.” Tech says, reaching to spin the bottle himself since he was next to Hunter, clockwise. It slows down, coming to a stop on Crosshair.

“Truth or Dare.”

“Dare.” Crosshair says immediately.

“I dare you to drink this bottle of absinthe.” Tech says, plucking a bottle out of one of the pouches around his waist, the top part of his armour having been discarded when the drinks initially started flowing. The others had also ditched their armour in varying amounts, Wrecker the only one in just his bodysuit.

Crosshair plucks the bottle from Tech and downs it in one go, and you see his eyes bulge and he stifles a cough, short puffs of air coming out of his nose until his breathing settles again as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking smug at Tech.

 “My turn!” Wrecker exclaims, spinning the bottle with perhaps a little too much enthusiasm and it spins for a while until it finally slows, stopping on Tech. “Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

“Best sex you’ve ever had.”

“Wrecker!” Hunter chides as Tech splutters, clearly caught off guard by Wreckers probing question. You were a little surprised at Techs response; surely these guys talked about their conquests shortly after they happened.

“If you must know, all encounters have been rather…unpleasant.”

Wrecker looks disappointed.

“Not one?” You ask. Surely, surely Tech had at least one good experience.

“Not like there were a lot of opportunities.” Crosshair drawls, eyes fixed on Tech. Tech glares back at him in response.

“No,” Tech says firmly, looking at you. “I believe there should be a connection, a bond between two people when they engage in penetration for it to be truly enjoyable.”

“Sex isn’t just about penetration Tech.” You say, unsure why you just couldn’t let this go. “Surely someone has-“ you curl your hand into a circle and jerk it slightly and Tech reddens immediately, causing Crosshair to smirk and Wrecker to guffaw. Hunter tempers them with a look.

“Maybe we should move on.” Hunter says and you reach for the bottle, spinning it and it lands on Hunter.

“Truth or Dare.”

“Dare.” Hunter says, eyes glinting, hoping for a challenge. You decide to kick things up a notch.

“I dare you to run from the Marauder to the treeline.”

“Easy.” Hunter replies, moving to stand up.

“Not so fast,” You say, holding up a hand. “I want you to do it naked.”

“You don’t want to look away?” Hunter asks as he sheds himself of his armour and heads for the ramp which Tech opens for him. You weren’t in a densely populated area, but there were enough people around that Hunter could easily be caught if someone was looking the wrong way.

“No, I don’t think I do.” You reply, following him to the door. Hunter whips off his top first and you admire his strong physic, until he whips off his bottoms, pressing them into your hands as his eyes capture yours and you try to focus on him and not let your eyes slip downwards like they want to.

Hunter runs off and you see his bare ass before he turns, and you should look away as he comes back but your eyes are fixed on his cock as it bounces and if he was like this soft you didn’t dare imagine what he would be like aroused.

Feelin hot, you hand him back his clothes and he pulls them on, pausing as he moves past you, eyes flitting down to your lips, and you can smell him this close. Your heartrate quickens and you curse knowing that Hunter could hear it and he smirks at you in response before heading back to the others.

“He did it.” You say, sitting back down in your spot.

“Better you than us.” Wrecker says. “We’ve seen him naked enough as it is.”

“Hunter has a slightly higher body temperature than us, therefore he sleeps naked.” Tech states and Hunter splutters.

“I do not sleep naked.” He says.

“You used to, before-“ Tech glances at you before looking at the bottle.

“I’m glad I caused you to have some modesty, Hunter.”

“And we couldn’t be more thankful.” Crosshair says and Hunter shoves him.

“Whose next?” You ask.

“Me.” Crosshair replies, reaching for the bottle and spinning it and it lands on you again.

“What’s your body count?” He asks, not even bothering to ask you truth or dare, leaning back, his arm supporting his weight as he waits for you to answer. The others all look at you too, interested and you furrow your brows. Were they that interested in this?

You wernt ashamed, providing your count confidently, winking at the boys and Crosshairs mouth falls open as if he were impressed.

“I bet you’ve had some great sex!” Wrecker says and you laugh loudly and the others seem to relax, perhaps worried that things had changed with that question, or your answer, and the game may end prematurely.

“Sure have Wrecker.” You say with a wiggle of your eyebrows.

Hunter takes his turn again and it misses you for several rounds, the others doing a number of dares: Crosshair shooting a ball off Wreckers head - Crosshairs aim not inhibited by his alcohol intake, Tech doing a handstand, Wrecker having to toss Crosshair as far into the air as he could and catch him again. There was a few rounds of truths and you learn each of the boys favourite food, or happiest memory.

The bottle gets spun by Crosshair and it lands on you and you give him a challenging stare. “Dare.”

Crosshair doesn’t even have to think about his dare. “I dare you to take off your undersuit.”

“Crosshair, that is inappropriate. “ Tech scolds Crosshair before addressing you. “You do not have to do it if you do not want to.”

“Its okay Tech,” You reply, already reaching for the hem of your top. “Its pretty hot in here anyway.” You remove the last of your clothing, just leaving you in your underthings and you lean back, giving the boys full view of your body and theres no doubt about it, they’re each looking lustfully at you. “This is what you wanted, right?”

They all suddenly avoid your gaze.

“I think its only fair that since I stripped for you, you can strip for me.” You reply, the bottle and original game becoming quickly forgotten as the boys all strip until theyre just in their underwear and you appreciate each of their forms, different depending on which batcher it belonged to. Hunter was broad and muscular, Wrecker similar but much bigger. Tech and Crosshair were leaner but no less strong, their muscles, usually hidden by their bulky armour, now on display for you.

“Truth or Dare.” Wrecker asks without even glancing at the bottle. Its no question that it’s directed at you and you can feel how the air had shifted, thickened with the tension and when you allow yourself to glance briefly at their crotches you can see their already interested, Wrecker already half hard.

“Truth.”

“Which one of us are ya most attracted to?”

“All of you.” You reply immediately.

“Cop out.” Crosshair says under his breath.

“I mean it.” You sit up, folding your arms over your chest to the boys’ dismay. “It shouldn’t be a surprise - even though you do look different, you are clones after all.” Crosshair scowls and the others look just as unhappy. “But each of you are unique and I’m attracted to each of you for different reasons. Hunter, because you’re a good leader and you care for your squad. Wrecker because you’re always open to talk and give great hugs. Crosshair, you’re a pain in the ass but I like our verbal spars. And Tech, I’ve never met anyone as smart as you are.” You look at each of them shyly and they seem a bit taken aback by your kind words.

You duck your head, and you feel shuffling until a hand tilts your head up to see Hunter, kneeling in front of you and gazing down at you with the softest expression you have ever seen on him.

“We’re all attracted to you too. We’ll even share, if you’re okay with that.”

“Speak for yourself.” Crosshair says.

Looking at each of them in turn, you only receive fond gazes from each of them, even Crosshair. “Yes.”

That was all Hunter needed, taking the lead and crashing his lips against yours, cupping your jaw in his hand until he pulls away smiling at you.

“Don’t hog ‘em, Hunter.” Wrecker says, shoving Hunter out of the way and holding out his hand for you to take, lifting you up to standing before hoisting you up and off the ground, your legs wrapping around his body as he kisses you and it’s a little sloppier than Hunter, but no less pleasant. This goes on for a little while, your hands gripping Wreckers head until someone clears their throat and Wrecker sets you down sheepishly.

“You should see yourself,” Hunter says, eyes on you. “Lips swollen and flushed, heart racing.”

“Can you smell them, Hunter?” Tech asks curiously.

“You have no idea.”

You had forgotten that part of Hunters senses was enhanced smell, and you had been getting more aroused with each passing second.

“Truth or Dare.” Crosshair says, pulling you away from Wrecker and into his arms, looming over you as he pressed your body against his. You could feel his arousal as he rolls his hips against yours.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss me.”

And you do, surging to meet him, his lips pressing against yours, moving as one as he pries your lips open with his tongue, wasting no time slipping it inside and you moan against him which seems to spur him on, deepening the kiss into something frenzied. You finally pull apart, panting, eyes locked with his and you force yourself to step away.

Resisting the temptation to look back at Crosshair, you turn your attention to Tech, who was standing there, unsure of whether he could interrupt. “I haven’t forgotten about you.” You say to Tech, draping your hands over his shoulders, his hands coming to an automatic rest on your waist.

Tech presses his forehead against yours and closes his eyes and you do the same until he pulls away, eyes flickering down to your lips and then back up again. “Kiss me Tech.” You prompt and he does, pressing his lips against yours gently and you encourage him, moving your lips against his and moaning.

Wrecker groans when you make that sound and you break apart from Tech to look at Wrecker, who already had a hand over his bulge and was palming himself lightly. Tech keeps his arms around you, your back to his chest.

Hunter raises an eyebrow at him and Wrecker pulls his hand away and blushes. “Sorry! You’re just so hot, and I couldn’t help myself. I should have asked for consent, first.”

Hunter seems proud of Wrecker, nodding to him before turning to you. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. We could leave it just like this, although I don’t like chances of making it to the ‘fresher first if we do.”

“I want this.”

“All of us?” Tech inquires.

“All of you.” You reply with a nod, turning back to Tech and kissing him before kissing down his jaw, his neck, his chest, dragging your hands down his body as you sink to your knees, taking his underwear with him and freeing his cock from its confines.

You lick your lips and Tech groans as you take him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head before bobbing your head up and down, Techs hands balled into fists at his sides, so you unpeel one gently and put it on the back of your head and Tech just rests it there, letting you set the pace.

You feel Wrecker come up behind you, pressing kisses to your back, removing your bindings and underwear and Hunter lets out a massive moan when he does; the smell must be overwhelming for him.

Wrecker continues down your body, peppering it with kisses until he kisses your ass, spreading your cheeks, pressing a kiss to your core before laying down and shuffling himself back until his head has between your thighs. Patting your thighs, you understand what he wants and without lifting off Tech, who had his head tipped back in bliss, you lower your core onto Wreckers face, and he eats you out hungrily, your moans causing Tech to begin to stutter.

“Mesh’la, I’m close.” He says, looking down at how you were taking him. Perfectly, in his opinion, and you’re not sure if he meant to say that out loud.

You respond by grabbing his ass and pulling him closer, taking his cock down your throat and gulping and Tech cums, shooting his load down your throat, his thighs shaking until finally he stops and steps back, pulling away from you. “Best sex I’ve ever had.” He says with a smile and you smile back at him until Wrecker makes a particularly harsh suck against your clit and your mouth falls open as you focus on the way Wrecker feels between your legs, grinding down on his face which only seems to make him happier and more enthusiastic and when he slips a digit inside your hole it becomes too much and you crest with a loud moan, chest heaving as Wrecker works you through your release.

As Wrecker shuffles out from underneath you, Tech holds out his hand and helps you back up to standing. “Whose next?” You ask, looking between Hunter and Crosshair. They eye eachother off for a moment before Crosshair concedes with a nod of his head.

Hunter pulls you against him and kisses you, hungrier than before, hooking your leg against his hip as he grinds against you. “You wanna take me like this?” You ask and Hunter shakes his head.

“I want you to ride me.”

Hunter pulls away to lay on the ground and you clamour over his body, sitting comfortable on his thighs and you take a moment to grind down on them, working yourself up again, enjoying the friction the tight muscle provides.

Hunter waist patiently, but not Crosshair, who growls at you to hurry up, Tech glaring at him for you.

Ignoring Crosshair you lay atop Hunter, exploring his mouth before your body craves more and you reach between your bodies to take his cock in your hand, giving it a few strokes before guiding it to your entrance.

“Wait!” Hunter says and you pause, waiting for him to continue.

“Are you clean? Are you safe?”

“Yes Hunter.” Its not you who responds, but Tech, and you realise he would know these things since he did your physicals and had changed your implant once. “He is too, if you were wondering.” Tech adds but really, you had been too caught up in the moment to think about it, so you’re glad Hunter was being responsible about it.

Hunter nods for you to continue and you guide his cock back to your entrance, pushing him inside and he takes it from there, canting his hips until he has slid all the way inside and you moan loudly and the sensation of him filling you.

“I wanted you to ride me, remember?” Hunter says and you press a kiss to his lips, sitting back up and placing your hands on his shoulders as you undulate your hips, grinding against him for friction before you begin to move, lifting yourself up and dropping back down at a steady pace, Hunters hands resting on your hips and helping you with the movement. He must be able to feel how close you were because he grabs you, pulling you back down, kissing you as you cum again, pressing his hips flush against yours as he buries himself inside you as he cums. Hunter holds you for a little bit once you’d come down from your highs, relishing for you felt against him until Crosshair growls, clearly grown beyond impatient for his turn and reluctantly, Hunter pulls you off him.

Only for Crosshair to grab you roughly, turning you around and pressing you against the floor, face down, gripping your thighs so hard you know you will have marks there tomorrow.

“Careful Cross! You might be hurting them!” Wrecker protests and you hold up a hand to appease him.

“Its okay, I trust him.” You reply, tossing a smile over your shoulder at Crosshair, who leans down to press a kiss to your lower back. The tender moment passes quickly, and he kneels behind you, sliding his leaking cock between your buns, leaving a wet trail between them before pulling back and slipping inside you swiftly, grabbing your legs and yanking you closer to him, supporting your lower body as he pounds into you, grunting with each movement.

Using the merciless pace Crosshair set, you work yourself up again, the tension snapping as you shout Crosshairs name, but Crosshair doesn’t let up, working you up to the point of oversensitivity, burying himself inside you and releasing himself just as you beg him to stop. When he pulls out, Tech is there with a cloth, Wrecker with a blanket as he wraps you in it and scoops you up into his arms.

“That was out of line.” Hunter says angrily, his clothes back on, shoving Crosshairs shoulder as he pulls the bottom half of his undersuit back on.

“They could handle it.”

“I’m not sure we could.” Hunter replies, gesturing to Wrecker and Tech.

“I told you I don’t share. Now you see why. If you’re going to get pissy about it, I suggest you fuck off.” Crosshair says angrily.

“Crosshair!” You try to say in a firm voice but even you can tell it’s a little weak. “Play nice or you don’t play at all.”

Crosshair catches your gaze for a moment before grabbing a toothpick and putting it between his teeth, and you hear it rattle as he flicks it from side to side, clearly agitated. You frown at him, unwilling to back down.

“Fine.” He says in a huff, heading towards the racks and leaving the rest of you in the cockpit.

“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Hunter asks.

“I’m fine.” You reply.

“You would inform us if you weren’t, correct?” Tech adds.

“Yes.” You reply, letting out a yawn.

“Bed.” Hunter says and Wrecker carries you off to the racks.

After a good sleep, you wake to start your night watch, returning to the cockpit and pointedly ignoring the spot where you had been with your boys earlier.

Settling into the pilots seat, you put your feet up on the dash and rest your hands in your lap, looking out at the stars through the viewport. The sound of footsteps has you looking over your shoulder, seeing Crosshair slink in and take the co-pilots seat. He doesn’t say anything at first and you wait for him to speak, eyes fixed on the sky.

“I wanted to apologize.” He says, finally.

“You don’t have to Crosshair. I would have told you to stop if I couldn’t handle it.”

“You did.” Crosshair says angrily, but you know its at himself. “I should have known before it got to that point.” Crosshair pauses and you look over at him and he seems to be fighting with himself. “You shouldn’t be with me. I can’t be nice. I won’t be good for you.”

“Maybe that’s something I might need from time to time. Did you consider that?”

His silence is your answer and without looking at him you reach your hand out, palm facing up, resting on his armrest, an open invitation. It takes several minutes until Crosshair takes your hand in his own and you watch the shooting stars together in companiable silence.

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When Echo had commed you to say the batch would be back on planet in a few days, you whipped yourself into a frenzy awaiting his return, unable to sit still, filled with excitement of seeing your love again after months apart. The day arrived quickly and everything was ready; you had on Echos favourite outfit and his favourite meal on the burner.

Its perfect timing when the knock from your door reverberates throughout your apartment.

Turning off the burner, allowing the meal to finish itself in its own steam, you skip over to the door and pull it wide open, Echo standing behind it, flowers tucked into his scomp arm and a wrapped gift in his flesh hand. Hes dressed in his civvies, dark pants and a blue collared shirt. Echo jostles the items in his arms and hands you the flowers and you grasp them, closing your eyes and inhaling their sweet scent, the bright arrangement bringing you joy.

“Thanks Echo!” You smile at him, stepping out of the way so he can enter and he sets the gift on the entryway table, looking at it nervously before turning his attention back to you. You place the flowers in a waiting vase and step in front of Echo, who immediately wraps his flesh hand around your waist, his scomp hand resting against your lower back and you hug him tightly, tucking your head into his shoulder and you sway there for a few moments before you realise something out of the corner of your eye.

Peering over Echos shoulders, you notice an object stuck to his bum and with a playful smile pluck the object up and show it to him.

“A bow?” Echo says.

“Did you not notice when you made your way over here?”

“I was a bit preoccupied.” He says, eyes darting to the wrapped gift. “Im going to deck Crosshair the next time I see him.

“I think its endearing. You certainly are a gift.” You reply, hands grabbing his collar and tugging him to you, kissing him passionately, making up for lost time. He returns it enthusiastically, hand travelling down your back to squeeze your bum and you swat his shoulder playfully and you pull away.

“Dinner will be ready. We can have dessert later.” You say, throwing a wink over your shoulder as you go to serve dinner, Echo settling at the table opposite you and you enjoy a pleasant evening, catching eachother up on your respective lives.

After some dessert, which you end up feeding to eachother, perched on Echos lap, before descending into a make-out session. Echo reluctantly pulls away from your mouth, still sweet from the dessert and picks you up, displaying strength that you forget he has with his thin frame. Your legs wrap around his waist, and he carries you over to the door, grabbing the gift before taking you to your bedroom, laying you gently on the freshly changed sheets.

Echo stands and you hook your legs around the back of his legs, tugging him forward. He looks down at you lovingly and hands the gift over.

“Echo, you didn’t need to get me anything.”

“Think of it as a gift for both of us.” He replies, rubbing the back of his neck, suddenly nervous.

Curious, you pull open the ribbon and take the top of the box off and set it next to you. Opening the tissue paper, you see two objects. The first, a pair of simple black panties with red trim around the edges. You don’t realise what it is until you turn it around to the front, a re-enforced circular hole front and centre. Setting it back down, you pull out the second object, hard but soft at the same time. In your hand was a clear dildo with a suction cup base. Running your fingers along the ridges, you realise something.

“Echo, is this a replica of you?”

“Yeah.” Echo chuckles timidly.

“This must of cost a pretty credit. Where in the galaxy did you get this done?”

“A brother knows a guy. I didn’t ask much.”

“Thanks Echo.” You set both objects down and look up at him.

“Like I said, it was a gift for both of us. You know how I struggle with sensitivity.” You nod. Love making sessions with Echo were always long and required effort that you were happy to give to get him
there. Any quickies were all about you and your pleasure. “I was talking with Tech, and he thought that perhaps I should try and utilise my prostate since its one of the most sensitive parts of the male body. I did some further research on the holonet and apparently being penetrated by a partner is the one of the better ways to stimulate it. Stimulate me.”

Taking his hands in yours, you gaze up at him. “If that’s what you want.”

Echo ducks his head. “If it makes you uncomfortable, that’s fine, we don’t have to do it.”

“Echo.” You say sweetly, tugging his arms so he drops to the floor on his knees, positioned between your legs that dangle over the side of the bed, freeing up one hand to stroke his cheek and he closes his eyes and sighs. “I would love to do this with you.”

“Yeah?” He raises his eyebrows lightly in surprise.

“Yes.”

“Let me take care of you first.” Echo replies, tugging on your pants and you lift your hips so he can tug them off your legs, finger tracing along the edges of your panties before slipping inside them via the edges against your inner thighs. He gazes at you, his pupils already widening as he sinks a digit into you, finding no resistance. “You’re soaked already, mesh’la.” Echo says as he slides the digit back and forth, curling the tip to drag against your walls. “Does the idea of fucking me get you going?”

“Yes Echo.” You say breathlessly as he adds a second finger and then a third, picking up the pace and stretching you nicely. His thumb rubs your clit at the same time and you feel your peak growing until Echo abruptly pulls out, leaving you panting.

He smirks at you as you glare at him, annoyed for ruining your orgasm. “Echo!”

“I’d rather that pretty pussy cum on my tongue.” He says darkly, ripping your panties off and dipping his head between your legs, pressing light kisses to your thighs before moving to your hips and sucking on the skin there. Your hips jerk and the sensation, desperate for friction where you need it most.

Echo decides hes done enough teasing and places his mouth over your sex, rubbing your clit with strong strokes of his tongue before taking the sensitive bud in his mouth sucking on it, hard. Your hips collide with Echos forehead and he places his hand on your hip, holding you down as he works you over, the crest building again. And just as before, Echo pulls off just before you’re about to reach it.

“Echo.” You growl, panting, furious he ruined another one of your releases.

“Patience.” He says simply, diving back into your folds, tracing his tongue down the sensitive skin to your core, pressing his tongue inside and flicking it rapidly.

Already severely aroused, it doesn’t take long for the pressure to build for a third time, and Echo allows you to cum, which you do with a shout, spasming on his tongue just like he wanted.

When hes finally finished licking your release, he leans back on his legs and looks up at you, grinning mischievously. “I told you I wanted you to cum on my tongue.”

You poke your tongue out at him in response and he laughs, Standing up before tackling you backwards, pressing his mouth to yours and slipping his tongue inside your mouth, still sweet from your release. His scomp arm hooks under your armpit, his hand stroking up and down his body and he relishes being close to you again.

Grabbing his waist, you flip the both of you so your on top, Echos hard cock trapped between your bodies. You reach between you both and take his cock in your hand, stroking it and Echo groans at the contact. You release his twitching cock and your hand travels lower, a finger tracing from underneath his balls to his puckered hole.

“You sure you’re ok with this?”

You nod. “Let me do this for you Echo.”

Echo releases your body from his grip and fumbles with your nightstand, grabbing the bottle of lube that you kept there, despite rarely needing to use it.

“Show me?” You ask and Echo nods.

“Sit cross legged, and come a bit closer.” Echo says, shuffling up and lifting his hips so you could sit down, resting his lower back on your calves, his bum resting in your lap. His legs bracket either side of your body, stretching out long behind you.

Echo squirts some of the liquid onto his fingers, rubbing it between two digits to warm it up slowly. He then reaches between his legs and you watch carefully as he circles his hole before gently insirting his finger, pausing to allow himself to adjust before pushing it in and out, circling the rim to stretch himself out. He adds a second finger in the same fashion and then you see his hips jerk and his eyes close, his cock dribbling out some pre-cum.

“Is that the spot?” You ask as he works himself on his own fingers. He nods, eyes still closed. “Can I try?”

“Stars, yes.” Echo removes his fingers and opens his eyes, tossing you the bottle and you repeat his motions before tentatively probing around his slick hole before pressing your finger inside. The first thing you notice is how warm it is and you moved your finger around, getting used to the sensation.

Echo is watching you lustfully, pupils completely blown as you add a second finger. “Where?” You ask and Echo takes your hand in responses, twisting your fingers until you feel the spongy spot you were searching for. You press down on it and Echo jerks underneath you, hand flying to his side to fist the sheet. “Its so much better when you do it.”

Now knowing the target, you rub your fingers up and down over his prostate, your free hand taking his cock again and stroking it in time with your movements. Echo starts to stutter, muttering gibberish as he writhes in pleasure under your touch. You add a third finger to his hole, stretching him out to the rough girth of the toy he had purchased.

“Please fuck me.” Echo whines, whining even more when you remove your fingers from him.

“Where do you want me?”

“I want you to be on top please. I want you to hold me.”

“Of course Echo.” You reply, looking down at him lovingly and he preens under your gaze. “Such a pretty boy. Such a shame im going to ruin that pretty hole of yours.”

Echo groans at your words and you shuffle out from underneath him to grab the underwear, pulling it on and attaching the toy, giving it a few strokes to cover it in lube before climbing over Echo and positioning the dildo at his entrance, teasing him as you drag it up and down his ass crack. Echo is almost shaking in anticipation.

“Ready?” You ask and Echo nods and whimpers as you push forward, filling him until your hips are flush with his, letting him adjust. He lets you know he’s ready for you to move by grabbing your ass with his hand, trying to pull you closer.

You pull out slowly before driving in with force, Echo jerking and moaning, already a complete mess, his cock leaking profusely between your bodies. You alternate your pace, going slowly before speeding up and then slowing down again, Echo writhing underneath you.

“More, please.” Echo pleads and you comply, picking up the pace to something bordering on brutal, the pressure on your clit as it hits his body bringing you pleasure too. With a shout Echo cums, his whole body shaking as his cock spurts everywhere, painting both your bodies, some hitting your chin. You keep fucking him through it, taking the stray cum off your chin and licking it, Echo now unable to produce coherent thoughts. You find your release as well and you finally slow down, staying inside him as he pulls you flush against one another.

“I just want to stay like this forever. You in me.” Echo says when he’s finally caught his breath.

“I like it when you’re in me, but this was fun too. Maybe we could work something out.”

“Definitely.” Echo says.

“As much as I want to stay like this, we’re messy and these were clean sheets. Maybe we go to the refresher?”

“These sheets aren’t clean any more.” Echo chuckles as you pull out of him, taking off the panties and toy and dragging him to the refresher.

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You hadn’t been with the Bad Batch for long, but you had been with them long enough to become comfortable with them, and get into a routine between missions. One of those routines, which was a complete mystery to you, was how absent and on edge Hunter got whenever it was your time of the month, more likely to snap at his brothers over nothing. You had chalked it down to maybe the smell, or the hormones messing with his heightened sensitivity. To make it easier on him, you would keep your distance as well, much to the confusion of the rest of the squad.

Currently the Bad Batch were between missions, with some rare down time, Tech having selected a deeply wooded planet for you to take your leave on. It just so happened that in coincided with your time of the month, so Hunter spent most of the day hiking in the woods, most of the time alone. You spent time with the others, Tech teaching you more about ship repairs, Crosshair helping you improve your aim and just general roughhousing with Wrecker. Echo was always there to talk to, listening whenever you needed to vent.

The five of you were outside the marauder, sitting around the campfire that had been set up shortly after they arrived.

“Im hungry.” Wrecker moans.

“You have had your allocated ration bar.” Tech says, not looking up from his datapad.

“You’re always hungry.” Crosshair drawls, throwing a stick at Wrecker and it hits his shoulder. Echo rolls his eyes at his brothers.

“I have an idea.” You say as you see the stick fall useless to the ground, Wrecker bending down to pick it up and tossing it back at Crosshair and it falls short, Crosshair smirking.  “Ill be back.”

Getting up, you head to the Marauder, avoiding the cockpit where Hunter was and heading to the racks, fumbling around in your pack until you find what youre looking for – some marshmallows.

As you stand back up, you don’t look behind you and accidentally bump into Hunter who was on his way to the refresher.

“Sorry.” You say, trying to get around Hunter but he doesn’t get out of the way and irritation flares in your body. “You mind? Im trying to get out of your hair, which seems to be what you want.”

“You don’t know what I want.” Hunter replies lowly.

“I don’t get it Hunter! I understand that I probably stink to you right now, but you avoid me all the time and I don’t understand why it makes you so angry!” You reply hotly, your anger getting the better of you.

Hunters hand slams against the durasteel wall beside you but you don’t flinch, crossing your arms over your chest as he stares at you, breathing heavily and his pupils blown wide. “Because it means for another cycle you aren’t carrying my child.”

“Is that all I am to you is it?” You say, getting in his face, your voice quickly rising in pitch. “Just someone to have babies, huh? Not be a valued member of the team who has saved your skin on more than one occasion?”

Hunter realises hes overstepped and let his feelings get in the way. Big time.

“I cant believe you would say that Hunter. I thought you were better than that. I thought you were a good person.” You hiss at him, shouldering past him and leaving the Marauder, storming past the others as they look on in surprise at your sudden anger.

Hunter rushes out of the Marauder to see you head into the bush, his brothers looking at him with confusion.

“Hunter, what did you do?” Echo asks.

“I stuffed up. Big time.”

“You better fix it. If one of you have to leave the squad it certainly wont be them.” Crosshair says, eyes narrowing at Hunter.

Hunter retreats to the Marauder and Tech and Crosshair head out in the forest to make sure you were okay.

Safe to say, things changed after that night and things between you and Hunter were tense. Hunter tried to talk to you but you hadn’t forgiven him yet, avoiding him were possible. Hunter gave you your space but the others could tell something was wrong and it was starting to affect the squads dynamic.

“Enough.” Echo says as hes seated in the cockpit, Hunter in the seat next to him. You had entered the cockpit and immediately backtracked once you realised Hunter was there. “Stay here.” He says firmly to Hunter before disappearing from the cockpit, coming back seconds later with a disgruntled you in tow. Echo practically shoves you into the seat next to Hunter, sitting behind you both.

“You both need to talk, fight, fuck, whatever it takes for you two to get over whatever happened. Tech will lock the cockpit and we wont let you out until you can have a civil conversation with one another. Understood?” Echo says with an authority you cant ignore.

“Yes Echo.” You mumble in response and Hunter nods, Echo disappearing and calling you both di’kuts. The cockpit door slams behind him.

You turn to Hunter, your hand automatically clenching into a fist.

“Im sorry.” Hunter says and you study his face to see a look of shame on it.

“Doesn’t excuse what you said. Even if you regret saying it, you still meant it.”

“Do you know how my heightened sensitivity works?” Hunter asks.

Sure, Tech had explained it to you when you asked and it had made sense, but there were a lot of technical things he said that you just glazed over. “A little.”

“Everything for me is like its been dialled to five hundred. Smells, sounds, sight. I’ve had to work hard to block it all out. And then when you came along it was like I was a cadet not in control of myself anymore.”

“I get the smell.”

“Its not that.” Hunter says as soon as you finish. “Blood im used to, its nothing for me. It’s the hormones.”

“Hormones?”

“Tech can explain it better, but he said it was like couvade syndrome.” Your confused expression makes Hunter rush to keep talking. “Couvade syndrome is when a man experiences pregnancy symptoms in sympathy to his partner. Maker knows how bad I’ll be if I can find someone to put up with me for that.” Hunter chuckles to himself. “Anyway, I can sense and feel your hormones and I cant help but react to them.”

“And that’s why you were angry.”

“Yeah, I just couldn’t control it which is why I tried to put some distance between us. But when you were there in that enclosed space, I just lost it. Im sorry.”

“I can understand that, but the baby thing? Hunter that was out of line.”

“I know. I regretted saying it as soon as it came out of my mouth.”

“But why did you say it?”

“Because I’m in love with you and I would give the world to be a father to your children.”

You’re taken aback. That was very forward of Hunter. Before you can respond, Hunter holds up a hand to stop you.

“I get it, you wouldn’t feel the same way. I just wanted you to know the reason why I said it and the circumstances that made me say it. If you want to transfer off this squad, I get it. I can probably find a new squad or something if you want to stay.” Hunter looks dispirited, eyes trained on the ground.

“What? That’s the last thing I want Hunter.”

Hunter looks up at you. “You want to stay?”

“Only if you are too.”

Hunter looks relieved, a smile gracing his face.

“I like you Hunter, but none of us have a guaranteed future. I wouldn’t want to promise you something that I may not be able to give.”

“I’ll just have to fight harder so we can bring this war to an end. Then who knows, maybe we can go settle someplace nice and have a brood of children.” Hunter replies, closing his eyes and smiling at the though as he leans back in the chair.

“The Kaminoans made a fatal flaw in choosing Jango as our donor. All the man really wanted was to have a child and it looks like it was genetic.” Hunter says, his eyes still closed and he chuckles.

“Hunter, what do I smell like to you?” You ask lightly, curious.

“I dunno, its hard to put into words. Sweet, definitely. Something distinctly you.”

Looking at Hunter, leaned back and peaceful, you decide to disturb him. While you had admitted your feelings, what you hadn’t admitted was that you found Hunter irresistible, from his longer hair to his broad shoulders and even that tattoo on his face. Feeling bold and relieved that the tension had dissipated, you got up out of your seat and climbed onto Hunters lap, straddling him.

His eyes fly open and you take his hands and settle them on your waist, his fingers automatically digging into the flesh there.

“Hunter.” You purr, tracing a finger from his browbone down to his jaw and across his lips and Hunters pupils are already blown wide.

“There is one aspect about my period that maybe you haven’t picked up on. Maybe you have. Maybe you could smell it.”

“I want to hear to you say it mesh’la.” Hunter pants.

“It makes me inexplicably horny and it takes all of my willpower to not track you down and fuck you senseless. Something tells me you’d like that, wouldn’t you, handsome.”

“Yes, sir.” Hunter replies, completely in this moment with you, willing to do whatever you asked.

You crash your lips to his and its hungry and frantic, his tongue slipping into your mouth and he groans at the taste of you. Your hands leave his shoulders hastily reaching between your bodies and unclipping his codpiece, freeing his leaking cock.

Climbing off Hunter which elicits a whine from him, you settle yourself between his legs. “Give me your hand.” You say and Hunter holds it out and you spit in it. “Touch yourself.”

Hunter nods the affirmative, taking his cock in his own hand and stroking it from base to tip, running his own thumb across the slit and gathering precum to mix with your saliva, lubricating his cock so its easy for him to slide his hand up and down the shaft.

“Do you think of me when you do this? Think of filling me with your seed?” You ask lowly, kissing the parts of Hunters thighs you could reach around his armour.

“Yes sir.” Hunter whines.

“Good boy. Maybe I should make you submissive and breedable hmm?”

“Please.” Hunter begs, held tilted back as he continues stroking his shaft. “I wont cum unless you give me permission.”

“Now you’re getting the hang of it.” Hunters pace quickens with your words, his hips thrusting up to get more friction, his thighs already starting to tremble as he quickly works himself up to his release.

“Stop.” You command and he releases his cock, the member twitching as it searches for touch, for friction.

“Please.” Hunter begs again, his chest heaving. Standing up, you lean over him, bringing your mouth to his ear.

“Not too much?” You say, wondering if he might be getting oversensitive.

“S’perfect.” Hunter says through half lidded eyes, hand clenching into a fist against his leg as he concentrates on not cumming despite his cock currently being neglected.

You let out a breath against his ear before reaching down to his neck, kissing the skin over his pulse point before biting down, Hunter jerking in pleasure in response.

“Touch me, please.” Hunter whines and you push back a strand of hair that had come free from his bandana.

“I don’t know if you deserve it Hunter.”

“I don’t, I don’t deserve it.”

“So humble. Maybe I should reward you after all.”

Quickly shucking off your pants, you hover over Hunters cock. “This is going to be messy.”

“Don’t…don’t care.” Hunter says reaching out for you but you evade his touch, clamping his hands against his sides as you climb on his lap. Only once you sink down onto his length do you release your grip.

“You can touch.” You say and Hunters hands are all over you, in your hair, running down you back, caressing your face as you ride his cock slowly, getting used to the feeling of him inside you. Once the nerve endings start tingling inside you, you pick up the pace, lifting yourself up off his cock until just the tip remains in before slamming down on him, your ass hitting the hard plastoid of his thigh plates and you know you’re going to have bruises there tomorrow.

Keeping a steady rhythm, you keep fucking yourself on Hunters cock, whispering dirty things in his ear, Hunter now having lost all composure, letting you use him however you wanted. Your orgasm sneaks up on your, cresting quickly as you rock on Hunters cock, riding out your release. Once you have come down you wiggle your body on Hunters cock and he whines, his eyes screwed shut.

“Hunter.” You say and he doesn’t respond.

“If you don’t look at me I’m getting up and leaving you high and dry.” You snap and Hunter opens his eyes, his nails digging into your skin from how wound tight he was.

“You’ve been good, letting me use you for my own pleasure.” You start rocking back and forth, his cock sliding inside you, still feeling delightful. “I think its only fair you get your own. Cum for me Hunter.”

Hunter complies, thrusting up once, his whole body shuddering as you feel him shoot his cum deep inside you, his head tilted back, eyes closed once more.

You tilt forward, kissing him and his hand goes to the back of your neck pulling you even closer, his other hand rubbing your belly.

“Good?” You ask Hunter and he nods.

“Amazing.”

“Like I said, its going to be messy.”

With you still on his lap, Hunter stands up, still buried inside you, your combined releases trickling down your hips where you were joined, a bit of scarlet diluted in the mix.

“Nothing a shower cant fix.”

“I thought Tech locked the door.”

Hunter snorts. “Nah.”

A little later you’re both clean, cuddling in Hunters rack when the others return.

“Worked it out?” Echo says, clearly unimpressed.

“It would appear they have.” Tech says, glancing at you both before heading to the front of the ship.

“I hope you at least cleaned the cockpit.” Crosshair says with a quick of his eyebrow, plucking a toothpick out of his armor and putting it between his teeth before following Tech and Echo. Wrecker just grins at you both before scrambling on the rack above you and settling in.

“Wrecker, have you been using the sanitary pads to cover your wounds again? You know that is not their intended use! And stop sticking them to the chairs when you’re finished with them!” Tech calls from the cockpit and you snigger against Hunters chest. Guess your cleanup job was not as thorough as you thought.

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The day Order 66 happened is the day your life changed. Forever.

The second that Wrecker returned to you back on Kamino, you knew something was wrong. That he had changed. Tech had sought you out later and told you what he did, going after that padawan. How he may have succeeded if Hunter and Crosshair hadn’t of stopped him in time. The programming.

You didn’t believe at first but once his case passed your desk and you saw the enhancements on his chips, you knew his brothers weren’t safe and you helped them, and Omega, escape. Wrecker almost tore the whole docking bay apart once they left. You had retreated to your room silently, letting the tears fall.

You kept your distance, where you could, pining afar for a partner that you hoped would return to you at some point in the future. It was easy after they put Wrecker in charge of an elite demolition squad, sending him out on mission after mission.

He seeks you out immediately after his latest mission, pounding on your door. You set the datapad down, having forced yourself to read the mission report, to see if the flaws you deliberately placed in your strategies worked.

Opening your door, Wrecker strides in purposefully, greeting you by kissing you roughly, lifting you up with one arm and pressing you against the wall, grinding against you and the plastoid sticks into you uncomfortably.

“Mission went well?” You ask, even though you don’t want to.

“Yeah, razed that rebel base to the ground.”

Wrecker sets you on the ground and his face softens, cupping your jaw and looking into your eyes lovingly and you sigh. You’d missed him like this and you make a mental note about the explosion he had gotten himself into – uninjured, but knocked his head pretty hard. Maybe he was returning to his old self. “I might be a bit rough, you okay with this?”

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on. “Yes.”

Wrecker places his hands against your shoulders and pushes you down and your knees hit the floor with a thunk. He wastes no time freeing his cock, jerking the length with his hand for it to get fully hard before placing the tip at your mouth. “Suck me, mesh’la.” He growls, pushing his length into your mouth when you part your lips to take him.

He grabs the back of your head and holds on tightly, fucking your face and since he was so big its only a short while until your mouth aches from the stretch, dribbling from the corners of your mouth. Wrecker pays no attention to this, thrusting his hips as his head tips back, his eyes closed and grunting with each movement.

“You feel so good, lips wrapped around my cock like that. You take me so well. But Im gonna cum in your pussy.”

Wrecker pulls you to your feet and then he kneels, hooking his arms around your thighs and cupping your ass, lifting you up in one swift movement until hes standing upright, pressing you back against the wall as your clothed sex is positioned right against his mouth. You see the light leave his eyes as he rips your pants and underwear off you, letting the tattered fabric fall to the ground and licking his lips as he takes in your dripping cunt.

Wrecker dives forward, slurping, sucking, rubbing at your sex as your thighs grip the sides of his head, your hands grappling for purchase on the back of his head. You need’nt worry; Wrecker was strong enough and would not let you fall.

Your moans get louder as you allow yourself to get wrapped up in the moment, in the way Wrecker was setting you on fire, bucking your hips to bring him closer to you and while not breaking away from your cunt, his hand comes up to seize your hips, holding on tightly and stopping them from moving on your terms.

Wrecker knew what he was doing, and quickly brings you to your first orgasm, it ripping through you as he flicked your clit with his tongue rapidly, strong and powerful just like he was. You thighs shake and Wrecker chuckles, pleased with his handiwork.

He doesn’t bring you to the ground, instead, he carries you over to the bed and drops you onto the mattress, folding your legs over your body and it’s a stretch, your legs tight as they scream in protest.

Wrecker takes no notice, positioning his cock at your entrance and pushing forward and it stings a little as you stretch to accommodate his girth but he doesn’t still and let you adjust like he used to, thrusting shallowly inside you and your body reacts as the bulging veins on his cock catch your g-spot, you begin to leak around his cock, the sting giving way to pleasure.

“Hold these. Or you don’t get to cum.” Wrecker grumbles, placing your hands on the back of your legs since you tried to hook them on Wreckers shoulders. It looked like he wanted none of that.

With move freedom of movement, Wrecker picks up the pace, grunting with each thrust. “Look at your cunt taking me. You pussy was made for me, wasn’t it, my little slut.”

You moan, loudly, and this seems to spur Wrecker on, thrusting deep inside you and you feel the pressure begin to build again. “Yes Wrecker, I am your little fuck toy. I wait here for you to come back from your missions so I can feel you for weeks again.”

Wrecker moans, pushing your legs to the side to bend down to give you a sloppy kiss, pulling your bottom lip with his teeth which causes you to gasp. Wrecker takes your clit between his fingers and rubs furiously, and the tension snaps and you jerk as you tense around Wreckers cock and Wrecker keeps up the pace the entire time, his eyes closed and a small bead of sweat on his forehead at the pace he was keeping up.

He suddenly pulls out and taps your lips with his cock as he opens his eyes and you open your mouth and stick out your tongue, the sight sending Wrecker over the edge as he spurts into your mouth, which you swallow dutifully and show Wrecker it was all gone. Wrecker groans again, pressing his lips to yours as he tastes himself on your tongue before pulling away, leaving you laying on the bed naked as he re-dresses himself.

“Can’t miss de-brief.” He says simply before leaving your room and after cleaning yourself up you grab the random bits of tech you had in a draw, assembling them into an encrypted comm device, mumbling to yourself the instructions Tech had made you memorize. Pressing the button, you make the call.

“We need to move up the timeline.” You say.

Things move swiftly after that, the Bad Batch managing to rescue you after attending an Imperial meeting off-world, and Wrecker a few days later. Tech removes Wreckers chip with the device he had built, and leaves you with him while he recovers.

When Wrecker wakes, he immediately calls your name, hand reaching out for yours. You grasp it and squeeze it tight, standing by Wreckers side as you trace the scar on the side of his head.

His eyes blink and re-focus and the minute they do you know you’ve got your Wrecker back, only for him to immediately frown as he places his hand on the hand-shaped bruise on your thigh, the Marauder too warm to be wearing full-length pants. “Did I do this? Did I hurt you?”

Wrecker sounds so sad, so upset that he might have injured you.

“Its okay Wreck, I enjoyed it.”

You help Wrecker up to sitting and he pulls you into your lap, holding you impossibly close. He squeezes his eyes shut in concentration and you think his memories might be coming back. Tech had warned you that they might. “I-“ Wrecker starts but doesn’t finish, sobbing against your chest.

You shush him soothingly, rubbing his head and a few tears slip out of your eyes too at seeing him so broken like this. “It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t have a choice.”

“But, but. The families.” Wrecker bursts into a fresh wave of tears and you just stay there with him as he lets it out, processing what he was forced to do. “I understand if you don’t wanna be with me anymore. After what I’ve done.” Wrecker hangs his head, and you tilt up his jaw so he’s looking at you, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

“Wrecker, I love you. It wasn’t your fault. And if I have to tell you that for the rest of our lives, I will.” You say firmly and Wrecker pouts, unbelieving that you would still love him. You show him by pressing kisses all over his face until Omega bursts in followed by a scowling Crosshair.

“You’re okay!” Omega says, bounding over to Wrecker.

“You’re not afraid of me?” Wrecker asks as Omega looks up at him, fascinated.

“No. It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t help it.”

Wrecker looks up at Crosshair who simply raises an eyebrow.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” Tech says, bustling in, grabbing Wreckers arm and scanning him with his datapad.

“You’re not scared of me?” Wrecker asks.

“No, what a preposterous statement. You are my brother Wrecker, of course I am not afraid of you.”

“Thought you might want this.” Hunter says, tossing something at Wrecker and it hits him square in the face as Hunter leans against the doorframe, Echo a step behind him.

Wrecker looks at the object. “Lula?”

“I took her when we left Kamino. I’m sorry. But I have been taking good care of her!” Omega says brightly.

Wrecker hugs Lula to her chest.

“Since you have been cleared-“Tech starts and Echo interjects. “By who?”

“Its by whom,” Tech continues, glaring at Echo. “And by me. Now Wrecker, please vacate this area. I have some repairs for my ship that I would like to do, and the wiring is behind you.”

“Your ship?” Hunter says incredulously to Tech as you hop off Wrecker and help him up.

“Yes, since none of you perform maintenance on her-“

“Hey!” Echo yells and you smile up at Wrecker as his brothers begin to bicker amongst themselves, leaving them to head outside the ship.

“Just like before.” You say.

“Yeah, just like before.” Wrecker repeats, but he’s not convinced. You would spend every waking second convincing him otherwise if you had to.

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Crosshair walks down the hall of Ramparts light cruiser, his new squad following dutifully behind him. As the doors to the bridge slide open and Crosshair steps inside, Rampart turns from the officer he was talking to, dismissing them.

“If it isn’t my loyal Commander.” Rampart says, clasping his hands behind his back and Crosshair is unsure if it is a dig or genuine, since Crosshair returned the Empire after he left his brothers on Kamino.

“You had a mission for us sir?” Crosshair says, expression remaining neutral.

“Ah yes, I am sending you and your squad to oversee the construction of our new mining facility on Hoba.”

“Hoba? Never heard of it.” ES-05 says and Crosshair shoots him a glare and ES-05 ducks his head, apologizing. Rampart seems pleased with the new recruits level of obedience.

“I wouldn’t expect you to.” Rampart says, addressing ES-05. “Backwater planet, small self sustaining population. Nothing of note. Could have been rich if they had of tapped into the rhydonium deposit, but, well, they clearly don’t have the smarts for that kind of thing.”

ES-05 smirks and Crosshair internally rolls his eyes at his newest recruit. Came from the Academy on Coruscant and probably never worked a real day in his life. His other recruits were not nearly as insufferable.

“Survey the population. Make sure they will not be a nuisance.” Admiral Rampart says.

“As you wish. When do we leave, Admiral?” Crosshair asks.

“Your ship is ready. You will meet with the Captain in charge when you arrive. Try not to antagonize him.” Rampart says, eyeing off Crosshair. “Dismissed.”

Crosshair nods once, leading his squad out of the bridge and towards the hanger bay. Crosshair had to be patient. He was destined for greater things, he was sure of it.

Your music blasts through your ears as your head bobs in time to the music, hands occupied with wires and a soldering iron, large magnifying glasses over your eyes as you pressed the two intricate ends together.

The door to your house bangs open loudly, but you don’t hear it, only aware of other beings in your house when your shoulder is yanked harshly to the side, causing you to drop your soldering iron on your finger, hissing as it burns the tip and you automatically stick it in your mouth as you glare up at who had caused it.

“Are you the leader?” The voice in the black helmet with the green visor says, invading your personal space and you don’t answer him, still glaring intently. “Pfff. Probably deaf and dumb like the rest of them.” He says and you grit your teeth. With two more just like him guarding the door you had no chance to take them on with the measly weapons you had strewn on your desk. Better to play dumb, then come out swinging.

A fourth trooper strides through the door, ripping off his helmet and you realise they’re humans, probably from the core worlds. What they were doing here was beyond you.

This silver haired man seems different from the others, not quick to dismiss you, holding out his hands. Do you sign? He asks in Galactic Sign Language.

Yes. You reply back. You weren’t expecting this to be easy but it would be interesting to see his proficiency at it.

We are from the Empire. At this word, he has to finger spell it, doing it swiftly and smoothly and your eyebrow quirks in response. Maybe he was comptent after all. He keeps signing and you get into a conversation as to why they were here and they didn’t want any trouble from your people.

You scoff at the ‘your people’, like your community was any different from them. He explains that the others in the town kept pointing to your dwelling when they were asked questions, only realising they had no hearing when Crosshair (who gave you his name early on in the conversation) tried to sign with them. They did not want to communicate with him and kept pointing to your house.

ES-05 gets impatient. “I don’t even know why you’re communicating with this lowlife. They’re useless to us boss, let’s go.”

Tell your colleague he’s an asshat.

You understand him?

Of course, I’m not deaf.

“Sir, what are they saying?”

Crosshair smirks, nodding to you once and you turn to ES-05. “I said you’re an asshat.” You reply, standing up as ES-04 takes a step back as you get in his face. “And I suggest you leave. Now.” The word is sharp and ES-05 is quick to leave the room.

“You seem smart. What are you still doing here?” Crosshair says, nodding to your workbench, littered with wires and complex schematics.

“Your arrival just answered that question.”

“Just tell them to not get in our way and we won’t have a problem.” Crosshair says, growing bored with the conversation now ES-05 wasn’t around to annoy.

“Wont we?” You challenge, meeting Crosshairs gaze and his eyes flicker down to your lips before returning to your eyes. With a growl, Crosshair turns on his heel and leaves and with a huff, you turn back to your work, pulling your chair back over, sitting down and going back to work.

Your people were simple; honest and hardworking and when you explained who the Empire was and what they were here for, they immediately understood that for everyone’s safety it was best to stay away and keep going about their lives as they were.

While the Empire did stay away for the most part, Crosshair did come through every few cycles, just to make sure you weren’t planning an uprising.

It’s the third time in so many days that Crosshair passes your house, except this time instead of being locked away inside you are leaning against the doorframe, enjoying the sun as it trickled down through the clouds. “Still no uprising today.” You comment and Crosshair turns, stopping and looking at you.

“Come on.” You say, gesturing with your hand for Crosshair to follow you inside and to your surprise he does, sitting down on a chair you pull up for him opposite your workbench, handing him a carbonated beverage that one of the townspeople made and was unique to your planet, made from the root of a native burrah berry.

Crosshair pulls off his helmet and takes a tentative sip of the drink as you take a long swig of yours, setting it down next to you as the bottle sweats in the warm afternoon.

“Why do you keep coming back here?” You ask, cutting straight to the chase. “And don’t give me this ‘checking for a rebellion’ nonsense.”

“Its part of my duties.”

“Part of duties to walk past my house every time you’re here?”

“Part of the patrol route.” Crosshair says, voice even, expression not giving anything away.

“You know how I know your patrol route?” You ask, leaning forward and staring at Crosshair and he leans forward slightly, interested. “Because dear Mara over on fourth street watches you. If you ask me, I think you have an admirer.” With a shit-eating grin, your lean back, taking a long drink from you bottle before spinning around and turning back to your work.

“Is that why you asked me to come here?”

“I didn’t ask, I offered. You decided to come in.” You reply, not looking up as you begin bending pieces of metal into the shapes you needed for your next build.

“Urgh...” Crosshair stands up, grabbing his helmet and putting it on, tapping your shoulder.

Are you always this annoying? He signs.

“Yes!” You reply in a sing-song voice and with another noise of displeasure, Crosshair leaves and once he’s out the door you walk over to the window as he passes, heading away from your house. You weren’t wrong: Mara had said that she found Crosshair handsome, and honestly, you could see it too.

After the initial invitation to your house, Crosshair takes it upon himself to invite himself in every time he comes to town and the two of you become...friends, if you ignore the lingering looks that you both gave eachother, and the gun strapped to Crosshairs pack.

Crosshair learns that you were considered a miracle when you were born and had hearing, something that hadn’t happened in centuries. You had denied it, only communicating via sign language, and refusing to listen to the teacher droid your parents had bought you. It wasn’t a gift; you didn’t need it.

It was no use, the town was insistent that you were a blessing, the town raising the funds to send you offworld for a good education when you scored well in your aptitude tests. You had finished your studies a few months shy of when the war started and when it did you returned home immediately since other worlds weren’t safe. You were happy here, and with each passing meeting with Crosshair, you thought he might be happy here too even though you barely ever saw him smile.

Crosshair is reading his datapad back on base, already thinking about you and how he was actually looking forward to his patrol, and spending time with you. You never wanted anything from him but his company, didn’t look down on him, didn’t see him as different. He was as comfortable with you as he used to be with his brothers.

Crosshair announces that he was going to be gone on his patrol shortly and to make sure the facility was on schedule when ES-05 walks in, catching what Crosshair had said.

“Off to fuck the villager again are we? What is that, three times this week? Don’t see what that pretty thing sees in a clone anyway.” He says confidently, looking to his squadmates and receiving nothing but blank stares or ones of disgust.

Within a split second, Crosshair has crossed the room, pinning ES-05 against the wall, his hands digging under his cuirass, his face inches from ES-05, glaring at him. “What did you just say?” Crosshair hisses.

“Nothing, Sir.” ES-05 responds, clearly taken aback and frightened by Crosshairs sudden reaction.

“Did you hear what happened to the last squadmates that disobeyed me?” Crosshair says calmly, challenging ES-05 to respond but he has the good sense to remain silent. “I killed them. Don’t think Im not capable of doing the same to you.”

ES-05 catches on, audibly gulping, his eyes wide in fear. Crosshair lets go and he drops to the ground, ES-05 catching himself with his hands as he looks up at his Commander, Crosshairs eyes cold.

Crosshair storms off and out of the command centre, ES-06 calling out behind him to be wary of the storm that was forecasted.

A knock at your door surprises you – with the sky rumbling above anyone with any sense wouldn’t be outside and a quick glance down the street through the window confirms your suspicions; there was silence, no-one about.

Yanking open the door, you’re surprised to see Crosshair standing behind it, since his patrol usually wasn’t for another few hours, and you usher him in quickly.

“Crosshair, what’s wrong?” You ask, putting your hands on his arms and surveying him. He doesn’t flinch or pull away from your touch, even though it’s the first time you’d bridged the gap. He looked troubled, and that concerned you.

“I shouldn’t be here.” He replies, pulling away and heading for the door, the sky rumbling again overhead.

“Crosshair, wait!” You yell but he doesn’t listen to you, and you race after him, catching the back of his suit and yanking him back inside just as a bolt of lightning strikes the ground where he was once standing.

“Let me go.” Crosshair says, turning away from you.

“Crosshair, you go out there you’re a dead man. The lightning is attracted to organic material. You wouldn’t make it one step outside before you die.” You say hotly. “You’re stuck here.”

Crosshair turns fully to you, grabbing on to you and frantically pressing his lips to yours in a bruising kiss.

“Crosshair, what’s wrong?” You ask again when you pull away.

“Why are you so nice to me?” Crosshair seems unsure, hurt even although he was hiding it extremely well.

“Where is this coming from?” You ask, signing the word for idiot when he doesn’t reply. “Because I like you, Crosshair.” You say, smiling and stroking your thumb over his cheek, feeling the day old stubble that cast a shadow on his face.

“But I’m a clone.”

“And?”

Crosshairs intense gaze holds yours for several minutes, but you don’t back down, don’t look away and it finally softens and he bridges the distance, your eyes fluttering closed as he kisses you again, more gently this time but with no less passion.

You deepen the kiss, pressing yourself against Crosshair and when he leaves your lips to nip at your neck you gasp against his ear, and it causes him to shiver.

The storm rages outside but you only have eyes for Crosshair, pushing him back towards your bedroom, pulling him down with you as you fall back on the bed. You’re both quick to shed eachother of your clothing, Crosshair admiring your body before dipping his head to nip and lick along your collarbone before you grow impatient, grabbing him by the back of the neck and yanking him back to you, kissing him hungrily.

You feel his cock harden as you grind against eachother and you were just as aroused as he was. He reaches his hand down to your sex put you pull it away, gripping it in your own.

“Fuck me Crosshair.”

Crosshair stares at you with an unreadable expression before he attacks your mouth again, lining up his cock with your entrance and sliding in and you distract yourself from the burn of your body stretching to accommodate him by roaming your hands over his back, gripping his ass and pushing him against you further when your body finally adjusts.

Crosshairs thrust are long and slow, filling you with each movement and you realise that it had been so long since you had been this close to someone. Encouraging Crosshair with your moans and whines, he picks up the pace, movements quick and fluid, sparking a fire inside your belly with every push, his lips never leaving yours.

“I’m close.” You whisper against his lips and he increases his pace, urging you on and the fire bursts as you cum, gasping for air as Crosshair ruts once, twice before spilling his seed inside you. You stay entwined for a little bit longer until you pull away to use the refresher, leaving Crosshair tangled in your sheets.

By the time your return he’s already asleep, mouth slightly open as he lays on his back, the frown lines finally smooth. When you press a kiss to his forehead, Crosshairs mouth quirks upwards in a smile and you can’t help but smile back even though he can’t see you.

Regretfully, you pull away. You had a project for a new client who visited you a few days ago and they wanted it done by the end of today. Checking your chrono, you had a few hours to get it done and then you could re-join your lover back in bed.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Would you turn that thing off?” You groan, throwing your arm over your eyes, Crosshair not stirring from where he was next to you, face down with his arm slung over your midsection, the sheet barely covering his ass.

The beeping stops and you let out a sigh of relief, running your fingers through the short strands of silver hair on the back of Crosshairs neck and he mumbles against your pillow.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Oh for kriffs sake.” You groan, getting up and grabbing Crosshairs comm from the ground where it was hidden under his clothes, tossing it at him and he reaches out a hand and snatches it out of the air without lifting his head from the pillow.

After reading the comm, Crosshair gets up and dressed and by the time hes seated at your workbench, the caf is ready and you hand him a steaming mug which he takes gratefully.

You head off to get dressed yourself as Crosshair activates the holo, ES-06 materialising in front of him, the picture grainy and constantly flickering.

“What is this about a Partisan camp?” Crosshair snaps. “Why didn’t we find them sooner?”

“We weren’t looking, Sir.” ES-06 says, clearly disappointed in herself. “This is what we have now.”

Crosshair picks up his datapad, reviewing the schematics and information on the camp and its inhabitants.

"This is their leader." ES-06 says as the image of the leader materialises in the holo device, a male twi’lek with blue skin, sharp teeth and two lekku, although one was a stump. Scars ran up his arm and from what you could tell, some had started off as accidental, and the rest intentional, in too much of a neat pattern to be anything but purposeful.

You make a noise of recognition and Crosshair mutes ES-06. “I know him.”

Crosshairs head whips to look at you. “You do?” He asks suspiciously.

“Yeah, he commissioned me a few cycles ago, to build some conduit wires. Said it was for a lighting system in their camp.”

“And you believed him? Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

You shrug. “It’s the common use of the system he asked me to build. We also get tourists sometimes; they just never stick around. It’s not unusual.”

Crosshair looks at you for a moment, clearly thinking until something must go off in his mind, turning back to the holo and un-muting himself. “I need the planetary scans of the sub-earth layers.”

“Yes sir.” ES-06 replies, sending the documents to Crosshair and there’s silence as Crosshair studies them, finally setting his datapad down.

“They’re going to try and blow up the mining facility and take this whole town with it.”

“What?” You yell, but it’s overridden by ES-06 talking.

“Sir, are you sure?”

“Yes. There are small, fine lines of rhydonium several layers underneath the surface, leading to the facility where we are mining a deposit of it. There’s a small cache of it where their camp is.” Crosshair turns to you. “When do you hand over their wiring?”

“Yesterday.”

“You need to leave, now.” Crosshair says to you.

“Sir, we’re picking up an energy surge from the Partisans camp.”

“Probably harvested the energy from last nights storm. They’re going to need a lot of it. Get a squad out there and eliminate them. Now.” Crosshair barks and ES-06 gives an affirmative before clicking off the comm. “I need to get you out of here.”

“What about my friends, my family?”

“No time.”

“No, Crosshair, I’m not leaving them!” You shout, making for the door but Crosshair stands up swiftly, catching you around the waist.

“Let me go!” You protest.

“You’re under arrest for assisting a terrorist group. You will be detained and questioned.”

Crosshair begins dragging you towards the door, the roar of a speeder getting closer, the rumble of the engine as it idles in front of your home echoing against the walls.

“Crosshair, no!” You struggle and Crosshair tightens his grip so you can’t escape.

“Its for your own safety.” Crosshair says and then you feel his blaster press into your back and everything goes dark.

When you come to, the first thing you feel is white-hot anger. Immediately you stand up, faintly registering in your mind that the cot underneath your hands as you push up is soft and nothing you would expect from a prison cell.

Walking over to the door, you press the control panel repeatedly, the beep signalling it was locked. “Crosshair!” You yell, banging on the door.

“What?” He says calmly, stepping out a door across the room that you hadn’t even noticed was there, Crosshair clearly having come fresh out the shower, chest bare with small beads of water dripping down his chest, a towel rubbing at his hair to dry it.

“You had no right to kidnap me.” You say with a huff, crossing your hands over your chest.

“Actually, I did.” Crosshair replies, walking up to you, invading your space but you don’t step back, you don’t flinch, only resisting the urge to punch or kiss him – you weren’t sure which.

“Where am I?”

“In my quarters, on the star destroyer.” Anger from Crosshairs actions ebbs as you remember why he had arrested you.

“My people?” Your voice is weak, desperate.

“Safe. It’s called an elite squad for a reason.”

Anger returns now you know your people are safe. “I should have been there with them, no matter what happened. I am their leader. A leader doesn’t abandon their friends, their family.”

Crosshairs gaze hardens. “Not always.” You hold his gaze for a few moments, but he doesn’t elaborate.

"If I'm here," You gaze looks around the room before returning to Crosshair. “Then I must not be under arrest anymore.”

“Charges were mysteriously dropped.” Crosshair says with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“I want to go back. I need to make sure they’re safe.”

More silence before Crosshair speaks again, quietly. “You could stay here, with me. You’re smart, I could find you a job here.”

“No.” You reply firmly. “I want to go back.”

“My squad has been re-assigned. I see no reason to come back.”

“Good.”

“Fine.” You glare at Crosshair but he doesn’t glare back, looking at you with his jaw clenched, expression unreadable. He reaches behind you and after a few taps, the door is unlocked.

“Hanger bay is that way. A shuttle will take you back home.”

You don’t say anything, marching out of the room and you don’t look back. It was time to return home.

Chapter Text

As the last insurgent goes down, you allow yourself to smile, your squad barrelling over to you and throwing their arms around you, congratulating you on a successful mission, scattering when your Commander makes his way over to you.

“Good girl.” He whispers against your ear, making you shiver, everyone else out of sight, heading for the extraction point, leaving you and Hunter alone.

Hunter steps away, keeping a respectable distance as another cadet rounds the corner, eyes widening at the sight of their Commander, picking up the object they’d dropped before scuttering off again.

“Any feedback?” You ask Hunter, standing in front of him, hands clasped behind your back respectfully.

Hunter shakes his head, pressing his hand to his ear, getting orders through his helmet, the green visor giving nothing away. Hearing the rumble of the dropship as it sets down you pull on your own helmet and after saluting Hunter who dismisses you with a wave, you jog over to the rest of your squad, smiling as they bicker over who had the best shot, the most take-downs, the best strategy.

As the ship lands, the cargo doors hiss and slide open, the whole group snapping to attention when they see Commander Cody standing inside. He says nothing and none of you move until another member is shoved aside as Hunter pushes his way to the front, clasping Codys arm in a handshake you had only ever seen them do with eachother, falling into a quiet conversation. After a few moments, Cody barks an order and you all shuffle onto the ship, suddenly finding yourself directly in front of Cody and Hunter.

Cody says your name and you turn around, careful not to fall over as the ship lurches off the ground, Hunters hand flinging out to steady you until a throat clearing from Cody has him dropping it before he can make contact.

“I hear you excelled in the latest mission.” Cody says.

“That’s high praise, sir.” You reply with a small bow of your head.

“Might be a promotion to the Captaincy track if you keep this up.”

“Thank-you sir.”

Understanding the conversation was over, you turn back to the rest of your squad, those with their helmets off with mouths open and in various stages of surprise or jealousy. You give them a smug grin and Sira, the only friend you had made at the academy grins and gives you the thumbs up. You grin back at her.

Hunter calls your name once you reach the Imperial base as you go to disembark, and you stop, turning back to him. Hunter nods to Cody who watches you carefully as he leaves and heads off across the hanger, the rest of your squad messily walking to their barracks.

“Yes sir?”

“Notes will be taken in my quarters.”

You nod, following Hunter towards his quarters. As soon as he steps inside and the door closes, he has you pressed up against the wall, slotting his thigh and spreading your legs. He yanks off his helmet, tossing it towards his cot. You are a bit more careful, taking your helmet off and setting it on the ground, Hunter kicking it out of the way and pressing you harder against the wall.

“Commander?” Hunger flashes in Hunters eyes and he growls as he attacks your lips, nipping at your bottom teeth, slipping his tongue in your mouth and exploring it and you moan against his lips, hands reaching up to fist in his hair.

“No touching.” He snaps, pinning your hands above your head with one hand, the other slipping into your undersuit and pressing his finger inside your cunt. “Wet for me already?” He says as his finger receives no resistant, slipping in a second and curling them that has you gasping. “I could smell you. You’re lucky I didn’t bend you over in the shuttle and fuck you in front of your peers.”

“Hunter!” You gasp as he adds a third finger, pumping them inside you at a rough pace and as your orgasm starts to build he harshly rips his fingers from you, wiping your slick on your pants and pressing his mouth against yours again.

“Strip.” He commands when he pulls away for a few minutes and you’re glad for the moment to catch your breath, quickly shucking your clothes until you were completely naked for Hunter, and he simply tosses his codpiece to the ground, freeing his cock and giving it a few strokes.

Hunter presses you back against the wall, hands up above your head, pinned by his strong hand, his other hand gripping your breast, kneading it and tweaking your nipple. Growing impatient, he releases your breast and takes his cock in hand, guiding it to you tight heat, slipping in easily and groaning as he bottoms out.

“Commander!” The word coming out strangled from you seems to spur Hunter on as he fucks into you at an impossible fast pace, eyes fixed on the way he moves inside you. His eyes close and he re-captures your lips as fingers deftly play with your clit until with a scream of his name, you cum all over Hunters cock, writhing against him as he finds his release, spilling himself into you.

“Good talk.” He says as he pulls out and tucks himself away, leaving you to go pick up his datapad and sit at his desk, leaving you to clean up yourself, pulling on your clothes again and making sure everything was in place.

“I’ll see you later.” Hunter doesn’t look up as you bid him farewell, leaving him alone. With a sigh, Hunter sets the datapad on the desk, the faces of his brothers looking back at him.

It only takes a few more months until Commander Cody delivers the news you had been waiting for; a promotion to Captain, with your own squad. Despite Hunter pulling you aside to congratulate you, you otherwise don’t see the clone, being swamped with classmates trying to ingratiate themselves with you for a position on your squad.

Ignoring them, you stick with your original crew, along with a few of their friends you hadn’t yet been able to weed out, joining them all in the mess, setting your tray down next to Sira and she claps you on the back and you know she will be your right-hand and couldn’t wait to tell her.

“Got your postings yet?” Arthur, a studious cadet who was excellent at logistics and strategy, says as he stabs the mush on the plate, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“Not yet.” You reply, taking a bite of your food and trying to not grimace at the bland taste. You’re sure dirt you ate as a kid had more taste than this stuff.

“We should go out tonight. Since we are on Coruscant.” Jihn says, looking around at everyone else. You were looking forward to never seeing him again, his brutish and immature behaviour getting in the way of missions, no consequences making their way back to him due to his mother being highly ranked in the Empire.

You roll your eyes as Jihn pulls others into his plan, turning to Sira who quirks her eyebrow slightly.

“No.” You say immediately.

“Could be fun.” She replies.

“You’re not going to give me a choice, are you?” Getting no satisfaction from stabbing the mush that gave no resistance, you drop your fork and it clatters against the tray.

“Nope.” Sira says, popping the p.

You sigh, standing up and picking up your tray. “I’ll see you later.”

“Time to get out the mower eh?” Jihn jeers. “Maybe a rake for your hair?”

You glare at Jihn as you leave the table, stomping over to the receptacle and dumping your leftover food inside. Across the mess hall, you catch Hunters eyes as he sits at the Commanders table with Cody and when you glance at him you realise he had the same careful expression that Hunter had, both watching you carefully. Only acknowledging them with a short not of your head, you head back to your barracks.

Despite Jihns jibes, it doesn’t actually take you that long to get ready, unearthing a going-out outfit you had optimistically packed with your stuff when you left home to go to the academy. Sira meets with you outside the barracks, looking beautiful, her red hair, usually tied back, flowing loose in waves, framing her face nicely, her lips painted in a bold red, eyes smoky and you feel underdone, opting for very little makeup, hair braided down your back as usual to keep it out of the way.

“You look fine.” Sira says as if she could read your mind, and you were still on the fence whether she could.

Joining the other soon-to-be officers and operatives, you all head out into the Coruscant night as a collective, splitting off into smaller groups as you disappear into clubs and bars.

Sira had dragged you to one she had heard of, situating you at the bar and ordering drinks and she dipped off to go to the refresher. Back to the bar, you try to ignore the conversation happening with Jihn and his like-minded knucklehead friends.

Thankfully, Sira comes back shortly and distracts you and you have a nice night, laughing and drinking with her until a Mirilian woman catches her eye and they leave together, and you smile as they go.

You wrinkle your nose as Jihn shoves past you to get to the bar, clearly inebriated, sneering at you as he passes. Ignoring him, you head to the dance floor, getting lost in the music as you sway your body in time to the beat.

After a short time you’re hot, so you take a break, ordering yourself another drink at the bar. You were buzzed, a comfortable spot where you still had your wits about you but were more relaxed.

You’re just watching other people have fun when you hear Jihn and a quick look over your shoulder at him shows that he was raising his voice to get your attention. With a scoff, you turn back to the front, inspecting the bottles lining the bar. Jihn raises his voice.

“It’s a bit ridiculous who gets promoted, yeah?” There’s a few murmurs from his friends. “My mother is in the High Command and they’re the one who gets the position of captain.”

There was no doubt who he was referring to and you try to tune him out, but he was so loud.

“Only got there by fucking the Commander.” His friends jeer in agreement and you slam your glass down on the bar and stand up, storming over to Jihn, getting in his face.

“I know its hard for your bantha shit brain to understand, but I got the promotion by being good at what I do, and not by who I was related to.”

“The only reason you got where you are is because you we’re willing to sleep with a clone to get there. They’re not even citizens.”

Seeing red, you’re the one who throws the first punch, clocking JIhn in the temple and he goes down, out cold. His friends bristle, raising their fists and cracking your neck, you ready yourself for a good old fashioned bar fight.

By the time its over, you’re nursing a bruised hand and several cuts on your face from a bottle that got smashed on your head, but you were fairing much better than Jihn and his friends. The bartender eyed you off as the commotion ends and the patrons go back to their activities, a few fleeing when the Coruscant Guard enter the bar, making a bee-line for the bartender and after exchanging a few words, stand in front of you.

You look up, wiping some blood off your cheek. “Can I help you gentlemen?”

“You’re under arrest for assault and property damage.”

Your eyes flicker over to Jihn, who had regained consciousness and was smirking at you until he winces in pain, which causes you to smile. Keeping the smile, you hold out your wrists to the emotionless helmets of the two clones, cuffs being slapped on them seconds later and you’re hauled out of the bar and into a waiting speeder.

You end up spending the night in the cell, finding the metal cot not that much more uncomfortable than the cot in your own barracks and you made yourself comfortable, laying down with your arm over your eyes to block the light from overhead, one leg hanging off the side.

Voices begin down the hall and your ears prick up at the familiar tone, but you don’t open your eyes, ignoring them as your visitors stop in front of your cell, the door sliding open with a clang until the person blocks the light with their body as they loom over you.

“Five more minutes.”

You’re suddenly yanked up to standing, a furious Hunter inches away from you. “What were you thinking?”

“I was defending my honour.” You say, shoving him off you and taking a step back, crossing your arms over your chest. “And yours.”

Hunter sighs, tension leaving his shoulders.

“Everything alright Commander?” You snap to attention, saluting as Commander Cody steps inside, looking between yourself and Hunter.

“Yes Cody. Everything cleared.”

Cody nods, turning to you. “Luckily I was owed a favour by someone here. The charges have been dropped.”

“And my record, sir?” You ask.

“No charges, no reports needed. Isn’t that right, Hunter?” Hunter huffs out a laugh, some inside joke between the two men. “Still, I watched the recording of the fight. You have good technique, but it could be better. A sparring session perhaps. We can’t have our new Captain not be the best fighter too.”

“With all due respect sir, I kicked his ass.”

“Let’s see if you can kick mine, cadet.” Cody says, looking over you appraisingly before turning on his heel and striding out of the room.

”It’s Captain actually!” You call after his retreating form.

“Not yet.” Hunter growls. “Let’s go.” Hunter hauls you roughly out of the room and back to base.

You felt equal parts fear and excitement as you made your way to the training centre, the invitation coming from Commander Cody himself.

Cody and Hunter are waiting for you when you arrive, both in their gear and you drop your bag with your stuff to the floor with a thud.

“Hey.” You say, making your way over to them.

“Where are your manners?” Cody barks. “I thought you said you had them under control, Hunter.”

“I do.” Hunter says, his piercing gaze on you. “At least, I did. We might need to break them in again.”

“Sorry Sir.” This was not a personal appointment then, showing the appropriate amount of remorse, bowing your head slightly.

“Better.” Cody says. “Hunter?” Cody gestures to the mat before making his way to the corner of the room, standing stiffly as Hunter crouches into a ready position and after shaking out your limbs, you mirror his position.

Hunter is the first one to make a move and although you do keep your own, he quickly overpowers you, pinning you to the ground, his thighs gripping your own, panting as he leans over you and you wonder if he’s resisting the urge to kiss you.

Cody says nothing, eyes appraising you as Hunter climbs off you, holding out a hand and when you take it and start to stand, Hunter drops it and you fall back to the ground, recovering with a roll and popping back up to standing, fists raised in front of you.

This time, you lunge first.

This goes on for a little while, Hunter and yourself getting into a dance, Hunter winning much more than you do but with each round you get better, Cody calling out corrections on your form, prompting you to try new techniques. Feeling buoyed by the experience, you run your mouth, Cody and Hunter growing increasingly frustrated with every word.

Eventually Cody calls for the session to the end and you bend over your own legs, drenched in sweat, heart racing and panting. Not all of this reaction was due to the sparring; with each fight you felt Hunter get more aroused every time you came in contact with him and even now as you steal a glance you can see him staring at you and you wouldn’t be surprised if he fucked you right here and now, once Cody had left. Or in front of him.

As Hunter stretches his arms, Cody strides over to you and you stiffen as his eyes rake over your body, his hand reaching out to grip your jaw, turning your head. “Such a mouth on this one. Perhaps I have another lesson to teach you.”

“Sir?” Looking at Cody, you see the same dark look in his eyes that you’d seen in Hunters.

“What do you think, Hunter?” Cody tosses over his shoulder, not releasing your jaw until Hunter joins you.

“I might be willing to share. It will take two cocks to shut up that pretty mouth.” A shiver runs down your spine at Hunters words. Both of them? That ignited the flame in your belly. “They’re on board.” Hunter says, eyes flickering to your crotch and back to your face. He must be able to smell your arousal.

“I need to hear it.” Cody says.

“Yes sir.” You reply and Codys face relaxes slightly, his frown softening.

“You’re selfish to keep this one to yourself, Hunter.” Cody says, still looking at you. “Mesh’la.” He says, trailing a finger down your jaw before pressing his hand on your shoulder, shoving you down to your knees. Cody nods to Hunter who locks the room down and then suddenly they’re both in front of you, their cocks freed from their armour.

Despite them being clones, their cocks are not identical, and you lick your lips at the sight of them; both perfect. Cody steps forward and shoves his cock past your lips, sliding himself all the way until you gag around him as he hits the back of your throat, his hands gripping the back of your head as he holds you there for a few moments before releasing his grip.

“Move.” Cody says huskily and you bob your head up and down his shaft, swallowing around his and sucking harshly on the head, Cody moaning above you as he bucks into your mouth. Your hands reach up to grip his thighs and he slaps them away, pushing his cock further into your mouth, his hands returning the back of your head, pulling you roughly off his cock, a trail of spit connecting his weeping cock to your mouth before it snaps.

“I don’t know how you don’t cum around that pretty mouth every time, Hunter.” Cody comments as Hunters cock fills your vision and you take him gladly in your mouth, working him exactly how you know he likes, earning a loud moan of your name from Hunter as he rests his hands on your shoulders, gripping them. You know better than to leave your hands anywhere but by your sides as you suck Hunters cock.

Hunter pulls you off him, looking down at you lustfully before yanking you up and pushing you towards Cody who catches you, hands gripping your ass as he kisses you passionately, Hunter coming up behind you and slipping his fingers in your cunt.

“You should feel them Cody. Heaven.”

Codys fingers replace Hunters, working you open and you moan loudly, Cody clamping his hand over your mouth to silence you. “Need to shut you up, don’t we, Princess.”

Hunter pushes you to the ground, and after undressing you, manipulates your limbs so you were on your hands and knees, Cody slipping his cock back into your mouth as Hunters fingers skip your cunt and move to your ass, the sound of a bottle popping echoing in the quiet room before you feel the cold liquid drip down your crack, Hunter covering his fingers in lube before pressing his fingers inside your other hole and you moan around Codys cock, jerking forward at the sensation of Hunter in your ass, your breasts jiggling as Hunter opens you up and then fucks you with his fingers.

“They’re ready.” Hunter says and Cody pulls himself form you mouth, laying down, Hunter picking you up and dropping you on Codys lap and you waste no time sliding down his cock, Cody moaning as he bottoms out.

Hunter positions himself behind you, running his cock up and down your crack, sliding easily with the amount of lube that covered his shaft before pushing inside your ass slowly and the sensation of being completely filled has tears spring to your eyes, the overwhelming pleasure almost causing you to cum right then.

“Uh-uh.” Hunter tuts as if he could hear you and you realise he could hear what your body was telling him – flushed, heart racing, panting, skin tingling. “Not until we give you permission.” Hunter says, slapping your ass, causing you to jerk on Codys cock who groans in pleasure.

Wrapping his arm around your middle, the other propping him up, Hunter moves you on Codys cock and he thrusts inside you, and you clench your muscles around both their cocks, undulating your hips for more friction, earning another slap to your ass from Hunter.

Cody takes your breast between his teeth, sucking harshly before biting down. “You going to be a good girl for us meshla?”

“Yes Commanders.”

Both Hunter and Cody groan, picking up their paces as they fuck into you in tandem and you feel them both release themselves inside you, staying inside you as their spend drips out of you and mixes together.

“Please sirs.” You beg, so close to the edge, desperate to fall off of it.

“What do you think Hunter? Think they’re earned it?” Cody says calmly.

Hunter splays his hand over your lower back. “I wish you could feel them Cody, they’re so close.”

“Then cum for us, princess.” Cody commands and they don’t even need to move, moaning both of their names as your body tumbles over the edge at the feeling of being completely full and they both moan as your walls squeeze around their cocks and they twitch in interest inside you.

They both pull out, Cody wrapping his arms around your waist and setting you on the ground next to him, bending over you and pressing a kiss to your lips as you hear Hunter pad away, coming back second later with a damp cloth and using it to clean you up.

“I’m going to miss your pussy.” Hunter says with a sigh as he looks at your dishevelled form.

“We could take away their promotion. Keep them here on base as our little fuck toy.” Cody says, looking like he was seriously considering it, a matching expression on Hunters face.

“This is the opposite of what Jihn accused me of.”

“Made him pee his pants once.” Cody says casually as Hunter lays down next to you, taking your hand in his, Cody taking your other hand.

“You were always going to be Captain, the sex was just an added bonus.” Hunter says, eyes looking up at the roof.

“I understand why you wouldn’t share until now.”

“A gift then.” You say, standing up, dropping your bra on Codys chest, and your panties on Hunters. Pulling your clothes back on, you grab your bag, casting a final glance at your two Commanders, still laying on the ground, looking blissed out.

“See you around, Sirs.” Pushing on the door, you let yourself out. You didn’t have long until the graduation ceremony.

Chapter Text

“Echo?” Echos eyes snap open instead of fluttering open like they usually do, and he sits up immediately, unbothered by AZ-3 scanning him. He looks down at your hand on this upper arm and frowns, and you retract it immediately.

You open your mouth to say something, but it’s interrupted by the rest of the Bad Batch arriving.

“Ha! Told you he’s alive. You owe me two credits.” Wrecker says jovially as they all gather around the end of Echos bed.

Echo ignores their arrival, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, pushing past both you and his brothers.

“Where are you going?” Tech inquires.

Echo looks over his shoulder, his expression hard. “New orders.”

“Without us? That is unusual.” Tech replies but Echo ignores him, heading out of the med bay.

“What’s wrong with him?” Hunter asks, turning to you, your lips curved downwards, eyes downcast.

“I don’t know. Somethings wrong.” You reply, biting you lip in worry.

“It’ll be okay!” Wrecker punches your arm as Hunter answers his comm.

“We’ve been summoned.” Hunter says, nodding at his squad who head for the door but Hunter holds back, walking over to you and placing a hand on your shoulder. “We’ll keep an eye on him.”

“Thanks, Hunter.” You reply, not looking at him and the pressure on your shoulder dissipates as Hunter heads after his brothers.

You had a bad feeling about this.

“Echo?” You call down the hall, finally catching him when he wasn’t busy.

He turns slowly, his brow furrowing, his hand flying to his temple. You jog over to him and after checking the coast was clear you put your hands on his upper arms, forcing him to look at you. You’re slightly relieved when you see those warm brown eyes gazing back at you. He was okay, just a lapse in concentration in the medbay.

Grabbing his hand, you lead him back to your quarters and once inside, you press yourself up against him, his hands wrapping around your waist and gripping your sides tightly. “You’re going to be a good little thing for me?” He asks and you look into his eyes, and they’re lustful, darker than you’d ever seen them before when you’d been intimate.

“Yes sir.” You reply, leaning into this game he seemingly wanted to try.

“On your knees.” Echo commands and you sink to your knees, ignoring the hard cold ground and when you reach for his codpiece, he slaps your hands away, enough to sting, but not enough to hurt. “Did I say you could touch?”

You gulp audibly. “No sir.”

“You’re learning.” Echo says, petting the back of your head. “I want you to remove it with your teeth. No hands. You have to work for my cock mesh’la.”

You were never one to back from a challenge so clasping your hands behind you, you shuffle forward until your mouth is in front of his crotch, pressing a kiss to the plastoid before darting out your tongue to lift it away from the attachment to the undersuit, trying to find the clasp. It takes a few goes but finally you flick the plastoid away far enough to get your teeth to the clasp, unhooking it and tossing it to the ground.

“Doing so well.” Echo coos but there’s still the hard edge to his voice, such a departure from his usual encouragement and worship of your body and everything you did to him.

Grabbing the seam of his undersuit between your teeth, you pull it down, Echos cock slapping you cheek as its freed, leaving a trail of precum along your cheekbone. Echo seems satisfied, taking the fabric from your mouth and shoving it around his thighs.

Echo lightly slaps his cock against each side of your cheek before slotting himself into your open mouth, driving his cock all the way into your mouth and he hits the back of your throat.

“Suck.” He commands and you do, tracing your tongue around the head and shaft, moaning and swallowing around him in the ways you know drive him wild and it works, Echo grunting as he steadily thrusts into your mouth before suddenly pulling out.

Echo rewards you by putting his finger under your chin and lifting you until you were eye-level with him, leaning forward to kiss you softly, exactly how he always did, and you smile against his lips.

“Don’t get too comfortable.” Echo says against your lips, pulling away. “Bed.” He points to the bed and you walk over to it, lying down on your back as he kneels between your spread legs. Echo shakes his head. “On your front.”

Intrigued, you flip over you so you’re lying on your front, and Echo lifts your hips, sliding his cock along the seam of your pants before deftly removing them and your top, leaving you naked beneath them.

Echo leans down and puffs little bursts of air over your core but he doesn’t lean forward and eat you out like he usually does, instead, he bites your ass cheek, and you shout in surprise and pleasure.

You feel Echos hand on your ass, kneading it before he takes a digit and presses inside you, pumping it in and out. “So wet for me. You can take my cock just like this.”

Echo is true to his word, lining up his cock and thrusting inside you in one swift movement, burying himself to the base, meeting little resistance and you moan at the sensation of him filling you, your whole-body tingling as he draws back before snapping his hips forward, hand and scomp holding your hips.

Its different from usual, but its driving you wild and you urge Echo on, pleading with him to go faster, harder, and he responds, picking up his pace, driving into you at such a harsh speed that you fel a bead of his sweat fall onto your back, Echo leaning over you and licking it off with his tongue.

“Echo, yes! Im gonna, im gonna – “ You words are cut off by the loud moan you make as you peak, white hot heat flooding your body as you squeeze Echo in tighter. Echo doesn’t realease at the same time as you like always, instead, he keeps up his pace, fucking you until he drives himself all the way in, his armour digging into your skin as he pulsates inside you, filling you completely until you feel his seed start to spill out your hole and back onto his cock which was still twitching.

Instead of staying to cuddle like he always did, Echo gets up after he slips out of you, pulling his undersuit back over his cock and clipping on his codpiece and leaves without so much of a word and it causes you to frown with concern. You thought he was back. You thought it would all be okay.

After Echo leaves your quarters, you barely see him for the succeeding days and when you do, he doesn’t even acknowledge your existence, only speaking to you formally if required as part of your job, which, you find out, was to take over the training of the clones. You don’t have to ask what happened to the other Jedi on base. You saw the address from Emporer Palpatine.

As you were making your way to your next training session, a klaxon begins blaring in the facility, the overhead p.a announcing a level six lockdown was in place and for all non-essential personnel to return to their quarters and for all clones to report to the hanger bays.

Grabbing a clone walking past, you yank him to face you. “Whats going on?” You ask, panicked.

“Clone Force 99 has been accused of treason, sir.” He replies monotomously and you release him and he goes on his way.

Treason? The Bad Batch? Sure, they were a little unorthodox but you would never call any of their actions treasonous. There was something else happening.

Ignoring the lockdown which should send you to your quarters, you head to the hanger bay, hiding behind a support post as the hanger bay door opens, Echo leading the Bad Batch away, the others restrained by other clones.

Using an alternate route to the detention area, you make it there shortly after they do, tapping into a control panel to find out which room they were being held in. When you locate them, you waltz in with purpose, stopping in your tracks when you see the Bad Batch sans their armour, plus Omega behind the cell. Echo was just outside, dressed in a new uniform, armour gray without the red accents of his squad.

Echo turns as you enter, fixing with you a hard stare. “You are not authorized to be here. Leave or you will be arrested as well.”

Considering your options, you look past Echos shoulder at Hunter, who lightly shakes his head and with an apology, you back out of the room. Head down, eyes watching your feet, you trudge back to your quarters.

You’re almost there when a commotion down the end of the hall captures your attention and you pause as the Bad Batch round the corner, blasters held up but still without their armour. They must of freed themselves.

They walk calmly over to you. “Where’s Echo?” You ask Hunter with urgency as he makes his way over to you.

“They’re re-chipped him. Omega told us.” Hunter says, gesturing to a blonde haired girl who you had never seen despite being at this facility constantly for the last three years.

“He’s not himself.” She speaks.

“We can’t help him from here. He’s surrounded by others all the time and we can’t bring that kind of heat against us inside this facility. We would never make it out.” Hunter explains. “Come with us.” Hunter holds out his hand.

You shake your head. “I can’t. I can’t leave Echo. If there’s a chance I can get through to him, then I have to try.”

“It’s not safe. They’ll use you against him.” Crosshair hisses at you and Hunter holds up his hand to stop him from saying anything further.

“Crosshair is right. It’s not safe here for you. Come with us.” Omega says.

“No.”

“I hoped it wouldn’t come to this.” Hunter says, gesturing to Wrecker who comes up and hoists up and off the ground and you struggle, Wrecker slapping his hand over your mouth to muffle your protests.

You turn your head to glare at him and Wrecker looks apologetic.

“We will not get far with how loud they are being.” Tech says, peering around the corner before turning back to the rest of them. “There will be a patrol coming this way shortly. We must leave. Now.”

“Sorry.” Hunter says as he stands in front of you, fiddling with the blaster in his hand and you struggle harder, useless against Wreckers strong grip. Hunter fires the blaster, and you go limp.

When you wake, a crick in your neck from where you head lolled against your shoulder, your arms crossed over your middle, you’re furious, springing up from the jump seats someone had put you in and storming into the cockpit.

A quick look out the window shows that you were in hyperspace and at your sudden intrusion Tech excuses himself, leaving just Hunter who was twirling a knife between his fingers.

“How dare you.” You yell, pressing a finger into his chestplate. “You had no right to kidnap me like that. You need to take me back to him. Right now.”

“Id rather not end my already shortened life thanks.” Hunter says, cavalier as he pulls himself up out of the chair to stand in front you, invading your space and Hunter catches your fist when you try to take swing at him.

“How could you leave him? Hes your brother, your squad-mate!” You scream in Hunters face, letting it all out, and to his credit Hunter doesn’t flinch.

“You think I wanted to leave him?” Hunter growls, matching your anger but you realise that it might not be directed at you, rather, himself. “You think I wanted to separate you two? I didn’t have a choice. They would have used you against him.” Hunter seems to soften a little, his voice lowering. “I promised him to keep you safe if anything happened to him.”

Tears well in your eyes. Hunter was right. You were safer here, but that didn’t mean it didn’t still hurt. Pushing past Hunter, you head for the jump seats, curling into a ball and sobbing against your knees until you hear a small voice next to you.

“Are you okay?”

You lift your head to see Omega sitting next to you, looking worried.

“No.” You say with a sigh.

Omega doesn’t say anything further but you feel something pushed in the space where your torso folded against your legs and you look down to see a tooka doll with mismatched eyes staring back at you. “Thanks.” You mumble and you hear Omega walk away.

Laying down on your side across the jump seats, you cradle Lula and fall back asleep.

“I want to be dropped off on the nearest populated planet.” You announce the next day, the ship still hurtling through hyperspace.

“No.” Hunters answer is swift.

“What Hunter means to say,” Tech says carefully, side-eyeing his brother, “Is that you would not be safe in the galaxy alone. There is now a bounty for your capure. The likelihood of being captured if you were to depart our squad would be four to one.”

“I’ll take those odds.” You reply, glaring at Hunter.

“I don’t want to be the one to tell Echo that you died when we were meant to be looking after you.” Crosshair spits.

“I’m not a child. I don’t need to be looked after.” You spit back, ending up in a staring contest with Crosshair, neither one of you willing to back down.

“Please stay?” Omega asks so nicely that you break your contest with Crosshair to look at her and she looks so genuine that you cant bring yourself to deny her. You wonder if this was Hunters plan all along, but Omega was too innocent to be caught up in all of that.

“Fine.” You reply with a sigh and Omega beams at you. “But im not happy about it.”

“Join the club.” Crosshair says under his breath, Wrecker shoving him.

You retreat back to the jump seats, trying desperately to ignore the ache you felt at Echo no longer being around.

A year passes and you don’t see Echo again, Tech and Hunter not giving you updates as to what he’s up to. You fight with them, constantly, about rescuing him but time after time they remind you why they can’t and you reluctantly have to admit that they were right.

You were sitting in Cids bar, having taken up being the bartender to keep yourself occupied while the others went on missions for Cid, Omega staying behind but more often than not she goes with them, describing in great detail everything that happened when she returned.

Everyone can tell how miserable you are, and you try to move on, having flings that never amount to anything more than a one night stand.

You were currently behind the bar, cursing at the last one for being a jerk, contemplating whether you should sic the Batch on them to make you feel better when someone enters the bar, and you slowly look up.

The glass you were cleaning shatters in your hand when you see Echo standing in front of you, in grey Imperial armour that looked as bleak as you felt. You push yourself to look past him, two other troopers guarding the door. You knew from the others they weren’t clones anymore.

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” Echo says gruffly as you duck behind the bar to grab something to clean up the glass with. As you sweep the shards away you notice Echo is looking past you, his eyes blank and your heart breaks all over again; he didn’t remember you.

“Um, its okay. Can I help you?” You ask politely once the mess had been cleaned up.

“I’m looking for these individuals, they’re wanted by the Empire. Have you seen them?”

Echo holds out a holopicture of the Bad Batch, and Omega and based on the length of Omegas hair this was taken recently, all of them sneaking out of some Imperial facility. “No, I haven’t, I’m sorry.” You reply, biting your lip and the image disappears.

“We’ve had a report that we can find them there.” You hear the chatter through his helmet and he slides it back on, holding up a finger to you. “Excuse me.” He says and you wait, hearing the thundering in your chest. The Batch were due back any minute now from their last mission. You had to head Echo and his squad off before they arrived. “Find them.” Echo barks in his com, the two troopers art the door running off, leaving you alone with Echo.

“I’m sorry.” You say, pulling your blaster out from under the bar, switching it to stun and before Echo can react you shoot him, and he crumples loudly to the floor.

“I’m not cleaning that up!” Cid says as she pokes her head out of her office at the commotion.

Leaping over the bar, you cradle Echo in your arms and pull off his helmet, inspecting him. From when you saw him last it looks like he had new cybernetic implants, but these ones weren’t treated carefully and the skin around them red and raw. You would have to ask Tech about it.

As if they knew you were thinking of them, the Batch bursts through the door, holding up their hands as you point your blaster at them, too distraught and eyes cloudy with tears as you sit on the floor with Echo in your lap.

“We took care of them, its just us.” Hunter says, edging closer and you begin sobbing as he presses his hand to your shoulder comfortingly.

“He doesn’t remember me.” You say quietly between sobs.

Tech is suddenly in your vision, bending over Echo and inspecting him, although Tech has his datapad out and was scanning him thoroughly. “It appears they have added implants to improve computational efficiency. I will have to run a full diagnostic but it may be using his memory as storage. I may be able to reduce this.”

“You can make him remember me?” You ask weakly.

“I cannot guarantee it.” Tech says, voice softening when Hunter shoots him a glare. “But I will certainly try my hardest.”

“Wrecker?” Hunter asks, gesturing to Echo and Wrecker gently pries Echo out of your hands, hoisting him up in his own and heading for the door. “We’ve had a good run.” Hunter says to Cid when she shuffles out of her office, clearly having heard everything.

“Good! I’ll no longer be a clone clubhouse.” Cid says in her usual tone before turning to Omega. “You look after those laser-brains, okay?” Omega nods, expression weighted with the responsibility. “You too.” She says to you. “And if you ever need another job, you know where to come find me.”

“Not you.” She says when Hunter opens her mouth and you chuckle wetly. Cid winks at you before disappearing back into her office.

“Let’s go.” Hunter says and the squad make their way back to the Marauder.

The following days pass in a whirlwind, Tech removing Echos chip with the device that he had built, Rex popping by to check in on Echo once he’d heard, finding a beach planet that wasn’t occupied by Imperials for their squad to have a bit of a break on while Echo recovered. Echo remains unconscious, which Tech assures you is normal considering his Imperial enhancements had been removed and his mind needed time to re-adjust.

Even after much coaxing by Omega and Wrecker, you still can’t leave Echos side, even when Crosshair offers to watch over him so you can enjoy the sun and surf for a few hours. Adamant you needed to be there when Echo woke, you declined, remaining by his side, stroking his forehead, massaging his limbs to keep them supple for when he returned to you.

Echo calls your name as his eyes flutter open, adjusting to the bright light streaming through the window, the blinds doing nothing to block out the glare off the water.

“Echo?” You ask tentatively.

“Love?” Echo sounds dazed and confused, like he wasn’t sure if it were a dream or not.

“I’m here Echo, I’m here.” You reply, fighting back tears as you squeeze his hand, Echos fingers wrapping around yours to return the motion.

Echo tilts his head to look up at you, giving you the soft and open expression, you often saw when he looked at you, a far cry from the blank look he had when he had spoken to you on Ord Mantell. His hand reaches up to stroke your cheek and you grab his hand and hold it there, gazing at him lovingly. He did remember you.

Echo flinches, eyes screwing shut as his hand flies to his temple. “Echo?” You ask, worried. “Echo, talk to me!” Echo doesn’t respond, sending you into a frenzy and screaming for Tech when he begins to convulse, Wrecker forcibly pulling you away from Echo as Tech works on him, both of them still in their swim gear.

After what feels like several gruelling hours but is actually no more than a few minutes, Tech gets Echo stable and you sob into Wreckers chest. Wrecker cradles you close and rubs your back, Omega bringing you some water which you sip on slowly.

“He will be alright. He had a minor reaction as his body adjusted to the new – technically, old – configuration.” Tech states matter-of-factly.

“You call that minor?” You growl, Wrecker holding you back, Tech looking surprised at your outburst.

“Hey now.” Hunter says half-soothingly, half-warningly. “He’ll be okay. Tech did everything he could.”

“Of course.” Tech replies.

All heads look at Echo when he rouses again, calling your name and Wrecker lets go as you fly to Echos side, Tech getting out of the way but staying close in case he was needed. “I’m sorry.” Echo says as his head thumps against your chest as your arms wrap around his back.

“There is nothing to apologize for.” Tech says.

“He’s right.” You add, rubbing Echos back.

“I think we should give them a moment.” Hunter says, ushering his squad outside, Tech loitering until Hunter pulls him away but by the sound of his voice he was just outside, not willing to return to the beach with the others just yet.

“Everything came back to me. Everything I’d done.” Echo sounds broken and it breaks you, too. “I’d understand if you didn’t want to be with me anymore.”

“Echo,” You say firmly, cradling his head in your hands. “It wasn’t your fault. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You sure?” Echo mumbles against your chest.

“Always and forever.”

Chapter Text

Although you were sad when the Batch had new orders come in from Command, you were relieved; you could tell they were bored helping you on this relief mission, no action to keep them entertained after the initial wave of droids were eliminated.

You’d been their jetti for about a standard year, when the Order thought you were too reckless to command a full battalion on your own but couldn’t afford not to have you fight. It had been Cody who had brought the idea to Kenobi and the council agreed, glad to get you out of their hair since you pestered them to let you join the cause. Being in such close contact with these men constantly had caused a relationship to develop, between all of them, something that took a little while to settle once they all vied for your affection. You were in a good place. You were happy.

Out of the prying eyes of the small group of clones on loan from the 375^th, you give them each a kiss goodbye.

“Be safe.” Hunter says as they all stand at the entrance of the Marauder, keen to leave but unhappy to leave you behind.

“I think I’ll be fine. I should be more concerned about you lot. What will happen when I’m not there to save your asses?” You joke, smiling at them fondly.

“That happened once.” Crosshair says. “How many times have we saved you?”

Wreckers chuckles and even Tech looks a little tickled. “Have fun on Kaller!” You call as the ramp begins to close, smiling to yourself as you go to the clones to begin passing out tasks.

You felt it first, before everything happened, all at once. You were sleeping, the middle of the night on the planet you were assisting, weary from a day of helping its people rebuild. They’d fed you before shooing you off and you’d had a nice conversation with the clones, learning about them and their Jedi.

Your eyes fly open, dread flooding your body as you feel the loss in the force, your heart hurting as you feel all those familiar force signatures of your friends from the temple get snuffed out.

Your door bursts open seconds later, your lightsaber igniting and deflecting the clones shots, one slipping past your defences and clipping your shoulder, another grazing your thigh. Using the saber to deflect bolts, you tear your other hand from where it was clapped on your wound, and through gritted teeth you thrust out your hand, sending the clones flying backwards. Some hit the wall, sliding down unconscious.

Picking up a blaster that had fallen to the ground and thanking your boys for teaching you how to use it, you quickly stun the rest and thank the force that they only sent a few to help you before more arrived, due the next cycle. Otherwise you would have been completely overwhelmed.

Stumbling out of your room, you’re met with a few of the clans people who usher you off to the makeshift landing bay and hopping into your starfighter, you take off without another thought.

Once you reach space, you head for your docking right when a Venetor drops out of hyperspace, blasting the thing to pieces. Thinking quickly, you power down your ship, drifting undetected. Realising you had no escape unless you boarded that Venetor, you thought of past missions with the Batch, remembering one where you got through a separatist blockade by attaching to the underbelly of one their warships.

Using sublight thrusters only, you jet yourself towards the Venetor and just before you get to scanning range you let out a bit burst of fuel, letting your ship coast within range. When you get close to the hull you stretch out your hand and use the force to pull you the rest of the way, attaching smoothly. Tech would have been proud of you.

Settling back, you know there was nothing further now to do than wait.

The Venetor stays in orbit for a full cycle, and you hack into their comms, something else you learned from the Batch, listening as they report that you had survived and fled but when they raided the town they found nothing.

With the inhabitants not having hyperspace travel capable ships and your docking ring destroyed, a squad is deployed to search the planet, the flagship to return to Coruscant. Relief floods your body as the ship rumbles as it turns and heads back to home.

Once the ship drops out of hyperspace, you peel away, joining the normal traffic and immediately picking up the Jedi beacon from the temple, listening to Kenobis warning and sitting back in your seat. It was true. The Jedi were gone. Realising you had to get out of there, you pull out of the procession, Coruscant control immediately contacting you as you race towards the row of docking rings and once they tag your starfighter, you know you have little time.

Trusting in the force, you manage to make it to the docking ring just before its de-activated and with whatever coordinates were already in your navi-computer, you slip into hyperspace just as the first wave of fire grazes your hull.

With nothing but time, you begin to mediate, your mind immediately thinking about your squad and whether they were affected like the other clones or whether their enhancements somehow stopped whatever happed happening to them. You needed to find out.

Its months later until you are in a position to even begin to find them. Once you had arrived after leaving Coruscant you had immediately ditched your starfighter, trading it for another ship, changing your clothes and coming up with a new name and identity.

You then had to find a job, no credits to your name and you pick up odd jobs: transporting, hard labour, a market stall owner for a little while, never staying long, always moving on. Moving would keep you alive.

You trade information, bribe officers, do things you’re not proud of until you have a location of where the Bad Batch were headed next, and from what you had heard, it appeared their chips had activated and they were working for the Empire, scouting out planets where there had been reports of Jedi before the Inquisitors were sent in. You’d seen an inquisitor once and you’re sure he had clocked you before you had disappeared and gotten off world mere hours later.

Watching them through your binocs from a rooftop, you follow as they walk down the street and from the comm chatter you picked up, there was reports of a force sensitive youngling here. You take in their new armour, all personal amendments gone, the grey armour bleak, the green visors piercing and almost angry looking. If you didn’t know their bodies so well, you may not have been able to tell them apart.

Your body flashes a warning and you duck down and you know Crosshair would have picked up the movement, and he was likely the one who had looked in your direction in the first place. Picking up a thermal detonator off your belt, you lob it, using the force to push it away from you and it explodes in an empty side street and as you pop back up you see Crosshair missing, Wrecker and Echo peeling off to go investigate the explosion.

“Who are you.” You spin around to see Crosshair standing on the rooftop behind you. How you didn’t notice his arrival is beyond you.

“Crosshair?” You ask tentatively, assessing how much they remembered.

“Crosshair does not exist. I am CT-9904.” Crosshair says. “And I asked a question. Answer me, now.”

You’re taken aback by how robotic and cold Crosshairs voice sounded. Sure, his voice was never full of warmth before, but you could hear the difference immediately. This wasn’t your Crosshair.

You must take too long to answer because Crosshair raises his rifle, pointing the barrel at you. You don’t respond, and he fires, and you dodge the bullet – not a stun bolt you note -whipping out your blaster and stunning him and he falls to the ground. “I’m sorry.” You say to his unconscious form, springing off the rooftop, acutely aware now where the others were, Wrecker and Echo coming to check on Crosshair now that they had determined the explosion was a diversion.

Focussing on Hunters and Techs force signature, you follow them to someone’s home, watching them bang on the door. The door opens a fraction, a man peeking his head out.

Hunter doesn’t wait for a response, shoving his foot against the door and it slams open, and you hear the man shout as he must fall to the ground, unconscious. You follow them to the lounge, able to see through the window from where you were crouched, a mother wrapped around her son protectively.

“Is that him?” Hunter asks Tech.

“He would match the description.” Tech replies.

“Test him.” Hunter orders and you see Tech nod, yanking the child out of his mothers arms, pressing a needle to his arm and drawing blood, carelessly releasing him as he sobs, his mother bundling him back into her arms.

“Midichlorians detected. He is a force user.” Tech says and Hunter raises his blaster, the sons mother sobbing as she shields him with her body, the child himself wailing.

Everything slows down. Hunter fires his blaster. You hold the shot in the air before making it disappear, time speeding back up as Hunter and Techs heads whip to the window, seeing your cloaked figure standing in the frame.

“We’ve found a Jedi.” Hunter says into his comm and you know Wrecker, Echo, and maybe Crosshair if he’d woken up were on their way. Hunter lunges for you as Tech goes for the kid and you force push both of them against the wall which they hit with a thud. Vaulting yourself over the threshold, you land in these poor peoples homes and after quickly stunning Hunter and Tech, you hold out your hand.

“Come with me. I can help you.”

“My husband, my husband.” The woman sobs and your heart breaks for them. “I can help. Get your son, go to the front door. I’ll be right behind you with your husband.”

“But they’ll be waiting for us! We will die!”

“You have to trust me!” You implore them.

“Are you a Jedi?” The word seemed a bit foreign to you now, spending the last few months distancing yourself from being called or even considered it. But in your core you knew you were a Jedi.

“Yes.” You say resolutely and this seems to be sufficient, the mother ushering her son, trying to calm his crying as you follow them, waking his father and he hugs his family tight, “Thank-you.” He says.

“Don’t thank me yet.” Igniting your lightsaber, you force push the door open, immediately sensing the bolts coming for you, deflecting them, sending one back to Crosshairs rifle and you get a short reprieve until he shifts to his hand held blaster, Wrecker and Echo skidding around the corner, and you have to move fast, deflecting the bolts, taking care not to send them back to your boys.

“Back up, now!” You yell to the family and they do, going down the street you had been hiding in and you see Crosshair realise your plans, jumping from rooftop to roof top and you back up, blaster fire flying everywhere, digging into the walls and ground around you.

Pulling a large garbage receptacle across the path, it gives you some cover, and enough time for you to run, flipping over the family just as Crosshair lands in front of them. “There is nowhere you can hide from us.” He says coldly.

You swipe your lightsaber and it’s clear that Crosshair had not been practicing deflecting it like you had taught him, and he leaps out of the way as you slice his blaster in half, accidentally cutting through his shoulder pauldron and his hand grabs at it as he growls in pain.

Wincing, you grab him using the force and toss him against the side wall and he hits it with a thud, becoming unconscious once more.

A loud bang from behind you makes you realise that Wrecker had just tossed your cover out of the way and as you glance behind you, you see him barrelling towards you, Echo at his side. Wrecker catches up with his long strides and you deactivate your saber as Wrecker makes a grab for you, ducking out of his grasp.

As you jump over Wrecker, you force pull Echos blaster away from him and shoot it, stunning him and he falls to the ground.

Wrecker, who had worked out where you had gone, spins around with a roar and you fight him, using your speed and agility over his brute strength, finally getting the upper hand and after several stun bolts (you were surprised by the sheer number it took), Wrecker falls to the ground.

Turning, you see the family waiting for you. “Run!” You yell, sprinting past them, hand on your lightsaber in case more troops had been called but it appeared in their arrogance, only the Bad Batch were here, and you safely made it to your ship, ushering the family on board and taking off, jumping to hyperspace as soon as you could, setting the coordinates for somewhere you might be able to find help for this family.

You knew that the commotion you caused meant you would have to lay low for a while, ditch your ship and trust no-one.

At least you were able to save the boy and his family, a small comfort as you heart twinges knowing your boys were confirmed to be under the influence of the chip. It was best you forget about them. With the fight they just put up, there was no way you could save them on your own and you had no-one else to turn to.

You end up on the planet Daiyu, a place you had been before, a place you knew you could hide and help the force-sensitive boy.

You meet the young up-start Haja, quickly detecting that he was not a jedi as he claimed and once you had cornered him and threatened him, he confessed but confirmed that he was still helping force sensitive children escape the Empire. Satisfied, he helped the family you brought him free of charge and in return you taught him a few ways to be a better pretend Jedi, and he gave you shelter and credits if you looked the other way for some of his other business dealings.

It wasn’t where you thought you would end up, but you were content, as long as you didn’t think about the Bad Batch.

One evening, the sky dark and the neon signs lighting your way, you head back to your apartment, a bag of groceries in one hand, when you sense that someone was following you. You pretend for a few blocks not to notice them, luring them into a dead-end alleyway as you sprang up between the two buildings, your groceries being set carefully down next to you. There were no perishables; you could come back for them later.

Whoever was following you enters the alleyway wearing a cloak that was obviously hiding very bulky armour and their force signature had a familiar element but was not one that you recognised.

You watch as they turn, head darting around, their expression concealed by the hood but their emotions clear to you, displaying great confusion and that’s when you leap of the building, landing silently behind them, wrapping your arm around their neck as they struggle.

“Who are you?” You demand, pressing your blaster into their back and it clatters as it makes contact.

“Whoa, whoa, I don’t want to hurt you.”

That voice, its familiar. The same voice that millions had.

Grabbing their cloak, you spin them around, pinning them to the wall behind you as their hood falls off. “Rex?” You say in disbelief when you realise it was a clone, but a clone in 501^st armour with blond hair. You let him go and take a step back, re-holstering your blaster.

You had only met Rex a handful of times, all after Echo joined the Batch, but with how much Echo talked about him you felt like he was your family too. “Rex, what happened?”

“Probably best to have this discussion a bit more privately.” Rex says with a playful tilt of his head, and you agreed with him. Grabbing your groceries, Rex politely carrying them for you, you take him back to your apartment, neither saying anything.

Once the groceries were away, you turn to Rex who was standing awkwardly in the doorway to your kitchen. “Sit.” You say, gesturing to the table and Rex takes a set. “Can I get you anything?”

Rex shakes his head, and you take a seat opposite him. “Do you know about the chips?” He asks and you nod your head and Rex launches into his story from where he was when Order 66 happened and where he has been since, recruiting people for the bigger fight. It gave you comfort knowing that Ahsoka was alive, that another Jedi had survived.

“How did you find me?”

“You kept a low profile since, no a wisp of you anywhere, until Cerea.” You hadn’t known the name of the last planet you were on, but now you do. “Made quite the stir there,” Rex continues, “word got back of a Jedi rescuing a force sensitive child, followed your trail here.”

“The Empire?” You ask. If Rex had tracked you here…

“No,” Rex says with a shake of his head, “I found you through the network, the Path as they’re calling it.” Rex pauses. “You saw, them didn’t you. Clone Force 99.”

You hang your head, the wound opening up fresh again. “Rex-“

“Its okay, I know you couldn’t save them then. Echo also told me what you are to them, before. I know it can’t have been easy.”

You take a deep breath, letting it out evenly as you look at your hands. “I had to hurt them, Rex. I hated it. But I can’t. I can’t do it alone.”

“I know.” Rex says, reaching out a hand to grasp yours comfortingly. “That’s why I’m here. I think we can rescue them, together.”

The way that Rex looks at you, just now, allows you a glimmer of hope. Maybe you could bring your boys back home to you.

It was a terrible plan, really, now that you considered it. Highly dangerous, for both you and Rex, plus his brothers Wolffe and Gregor who he’d somehow collected along the way. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care – you needed to bring the Bad Batch home, with every fibre of your being.

Rex had tracked them down, planting a false report of a force sensitive youngling, evidence easy to fabricate with your help.

So you waited, in the house where the youngling supposedly lived, for Clone Force 99 to come for them. Come for you. No cloak this time, dressed in your usual jedi robes, your hair as it was back then, as close as you could get to how they would remember you, if they remembered you.

The knock on the door is loud, thumping against the hard wood and you stand up, calmly going to the front door and opening it, Hunter not even looking at you as he pushes past, the rest of the squad, save for Crosshair who was likely outside spotting for them, come in. You lock the door behind you.

“Where are they?” Hunter demands of you, not waiting for a response. This wasn’t good. He didn’t recognise you. “Search the place. Toss it if you have to.” He orders to the others and they nod, splitting up to search the multiple rooms in the house.

“Hunter.” You say firmly and Hunters head snaps to look at you, the green visor giving nothing away.

“That’s not my name. I am CT-9901. Who are you?” Hunter demands, stepping in front of you, invading your space. You don’t flinch. You don’t step back.

You say your name and Hunter steps back and you see his body go rigid. You take a tentative step forward, hands reaching for his helmet and when he doesn’t react you pull it off his head, revealing one of the men you had cared for and as you look at him you see the weariness in his eyes, the bags underneath, his hair limp and dull and without the bandana at all. You were looking at a broken man.

Your hand reaches up to his temple and he doesn’t flinch, almost leaning into your touch as you press your digits against his forehead and close your eyes, projecting the memories of the two of you, of the six of you, into his mind to help him remember.

After the first few memories Hunter yanks your hand away from him, yanking it behind your back. “You’re a Jedi.” He says, his eyes now blank. “You will be executed for treason against the Emperor.”

“Hunter, don’t.” You say desperately, pleading with him. “This isn’t you.”

“Hunter doesn’t exist. I don’t know you.” He says as the others return.

“Sarge?” Wrecker asks, helmet nodding towards you.

“We’ve got ourselves a jetti, boys. With this capture we might finally be promoted to Vaders personal squad.”

“Good.” Echo says.

Hunter pushes you forward, blaster digging into your back. “Crosshairs down.” Rex says in your ear.

“Headed your way.” You say quietly, hoping Hunter couldn’t hear you. And he may not of, but he would have heard the frequency of the ear piece.

“Who are you talking to?” Hunter yells, digging the blaster harder into your back.

Tech comes to your side, yanking your earpiece out. “A comm device.” He says calmly to Hunter before pulling out his datapad and tapping away at it while Echo unlocks the door. “It appears the pair to this is outside.” Tech drops the earpiece to the ground and crushes it under his boot.

“Looks like we’re headed into a trap.” Echo says and they ready their weapons.

“Go.”

Hunter opens the door and they fan out, blasters raised but no blasterfire comes. Where was Rex, Wolffe and Gregor?

You hear a whistle and Hunters head whips to look in that direction but sees nothing, pushing you forward. That whistle meant that they had been compromised. They weren’t coming to help you.

“Where’s Crosshair?” Hunter asks.

“Here.” Crosshair says, leaping off the roof. You thought Rex had dealt with him. Why was he here? What happened?

“Let’s go.”

Fear strikes your body. You were captured. You were on your own.

Clone Force 99 take you to the spaceport and you see the Marauder sitting neatly in its designated spot and when Hunter pushes you up the ramp, blaster still sticking into your back, you notice that all personal items had been stripped; posters no longer lined the walls, the racks were neat and most notably, the ship was clean. It felt wrong.

Hunter deposits you on a jump seat, clipping your hands in cuffs and locking them over your head. “One of us will have to watch them, so they don’t try anything.” Hunter says to his squad.

“We could just stun them.” Tech says.

Hunter considers this. “We can interrogate them if they’re conscious.” Crosshair says, taking off his helmet and eyeing you off but you quickly notice his gaze is not cold like it was the last time you saw him. Something had changed with him. Curious.

“That works.” Echo says.

“Ill take first watch,” Crosshair volunteers and Hunter shrugs, heading to the cockpit with the others. As soon as they cockpit door closes, Crosshair strides over to you, taking you head in his hands. “Are you alright?”

“Crosshair.”

“It’s me.”

“Crosshair, what happened? The last time I saw you…”

“I know.” Crosshair says. “I’m sorry. My chip activated, just like the others. But when you slammed me against the wall – good work by the way – I hit my head pretty hard and the chip stopped working.”

“And Rex?”

“He knows. I explained it to him, which is why he didn’t come for you. We have a better chance if you come with me, back to base. You can steal the data on what they’re doing there, and then we can escape with the others.”

“You sure?” You ask, searching Crosshairs eyes but they’re genuine.

“I’ll keep you safe, cya’re.”

You burst into tears and Crosshairs soft gaze hardens and he recoils as the cockpit door slips open and Hunter steps through, vibro-knife in his hands. “I didn’t hear screaming.” He says.

“Mental warfare.” Crosshair replies, gesturing to your tears.

“Huh. Got anything interesting?”

“No, but I will. If you leave me alone.” Crosshair spits and Hunter narrows his eyes at Crosshair before disappearing into the cockpit once more. Crosshair turns to you, wiping away your tears and pressing a kiss to your lips. “Heres the plan…”

The plan goes smoothly and you had played your part perfectly; distracting the boys while Crosshair snuck off to let Rex and co infiltrate the base, luring them away and trapping them in the medbay, stunning them.

With the help of a female clone named Omega, their chips were removed and they escaped off planet, Rex taking Omega away to stay with Cut and Suu while you looked after the boys as they recovered in a safe house on a forgotten planet the Empire wouldn’t come to.

Hunter is the first to come to, stirring on the bed and you’re by his side in an instant, brushing back his hair, once again tied back in his signature bandana. You had also washed his hair while he was out and it was no longer dull and limp, returning to its original state of lusciousness.

“Cya’re?” Hunter mumbles as his eyes adjust on your face and you take his hand in yours.

“I’m here.”

Hunter regains consciousness fully and once he does his eyes widen, clamping a hand to his mouth and you’re there with a bucket as he vomits, his brain catching up with all of the events over the past months. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asks immediately as you dab at his mouth with a damp cloth, handing him a glass of water to rinse his mouth out.

“No. You didn’t.”

Hunter looks like he doesn’t believe you, so you smile at him reassuringly, stroking his hair. “I promise you didn’t hurt me.” You repeat and Hunter seems to believe you then, his head falling against your chest as he sobs, and you hold him tight as his mind reconciles his actions under the chips influence and how those actions feel now that he was aware of their implications. You knew it wasn’t going to be an easy process. It would take time, which is why Rex had set you up in this safehouse, far away from the Empire where you could take your time.

“How is he?” Crosshair asks when you leave Hunter, who had fallen back asleep again, which was probably for the best. He looked like he needed it.

“It’s not good Cross.” You reply, closing the door gently behind you, walking over to Crosshair and wrapping your arms around him, resting your head on his chest and he sways slightly with you. “What about you though? How are you feeling?”

Crosshair sighs, pulling you tighter. “Its not easy. But I think my chip never truly functioned properly. I didn’t kill anyone.” The implication of Crosshairs words hang heavy in the air. “Hunter wanted to be a father one day. Probably moreso when he met you.” Crosshair changes track. “I think the knowledge that he handed off those kids to their fate weighs heavier with him than if he actually was the one to end their life.”

“They might still be alive. We might still be able to save them.”

“Maybe.” Crosshair replies, and you can tell he’s not convinced. A groan causes both of you to look over, Tech rousing from his spot on the couch, his hand flying to his head as he blinks and you race over to him, sitting down next to him.

“Mesh’la?” He says groggily, his eyes unfocussed and you realise he didn’t have his goggles on and probably couldn’t see anything. As you root around for them, Crosshair hands them to you wordlessly and you gently put them on Techs face. “Mesh’la, I am so sorry. I would understand that you would no longer want to be in a relationship with me after my actions over the past few months.”

“Tech.” You say, cradling his head in your hands. “It wasn’t your fault. I still love you. I never stopped.” Techs face relaxes and you press a kiss to his lips and he lingers, reluctant to let you pull away and Wrecker startles himself awake with a snort and Tech releases you to tend to him.

“Wrecker?” You say, bending down next to him where he was laying on the floor. You and Rex tried to move him onto the couch first, but he was just so damn heavy. Wrecker takes one look at you, his lip quivering before bursting into tears and you hold him, stroking his head as he lets it out, whispering sweet things to him. “Please don’t leave us. We didn’t mean to do it.”

“I know Wrecker.” You say soothingly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Wrecker eventually settles sitting up and talking with his brothers, keeping their voices low while Hunter slept, who, Crosshair told you, had barely slept at all, often awake all hours of the night and that was coming from Crosshair, who was the teams night owl.

A shout of your name has you rushing to the second bedroom, Echo thrashing around on the bed and you go to him, pressing your hands down on his shoulders so he didn’t hurt himself. “Echo!” You call, and Echo wakes with a gasp, eyes darting around the room wildly until they settle on your face. “I’m dead, aren’t I.”

“Echo, why would you think that?” You ask softly, lying down next to him and pulling him against your chest, Echo burying his face into your neck and inhaling deeply.

“Why else would you be here?”

“Because you’re safe, Echo. I’m here because I, well, we. Me and Rex. With Crosshairs help I suppose. Anyway, we rescued you.”

“Rex was here?”

“Yeah. He’ll be back in a few days. Just had to help out with something.” You reply and you hear Echo sniffle and you give him a little reassuring squeeze.

“I – we don’t deserve you.” Echo says quietly.

“You do. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

You lay with Echo for a little while until Wrecker pops his head around the door, complaining he was hungry. “I’ll cook.” Echo says as he sits up, bringing you with him. “I need the distraction. I’ll even make your favourite.” He says to you and you beam at him.

You spend time with each of the boys while Echo prepares dinner, Crosshair and Tech subbing out with him after you swapped who you were wrapped up with, your lips flushed and pink when Echo finally announces dinner was ready, just as Hunter surfaces, rubbing his forehead.

“How are you feeling Hunter?” Tech asks as Hunter takes a seat at the table, which happened to be next to you. You smile at him and he can’t help but smile back. “I think we’re going to be okay.”

You smile at the rest of your boys and dinner is pleasant and you all migrate to the couch, you in the middle, Hunter and Echo on either side of you, the others on the floor by your feet except for Crosshair, who was doing the dishes.

“What now?” Echo asks.

“We’ve can stay here as long as we like. We could settle down. Or join the fight. As long as we’re together, who cares.” You say.

“Big sweeping statement.” Crosshair says hoisting himself over you to settle on your lap, his calves either side of your legs, arms bracketing your head as his hands rest on the back of the couch. You look at him strangely. Crosshair had never done anything like this before, and usually, your roles were reversed.

“Crosshair,” you say evenly, his brothers looking on curiously. “What are you doing?”

“Missed you.” Crosshair says, bending forward to kiss you and you return his kiss with equal passion, aware that the others were watching intently to see what you would do next, and more importantly, whether they would be included. Your hands automatically fall to his ass and you dig your fingernails into the meat of his buns as Crosshair grinds against you, his cock hardening in his undersuit.

“You’re being a bit rude, don’t you think?” You ask, tilting your head to the side to look at Hunter as Crosshair attacks your neck.

“No.” Crosshair growls against your skin and you roll your eyes playfully at him, keeping your gaze on Hunter who looks hesitant and with a soft jerk of your head he leans forward, capturing your lips against his and he sighs.

“I’ve missed you too, mesh’la.” Hunter says, breaking apart and gazing at you with love before gently bumping his forehead against yours in a keldabe kiss.

“You are not the only one.” Tech snaps.

“Yeah!” Wrecker piles on and you realise Echo hadn’t said anything so you break apart from Hunter to look at him and he looks uncertain.

“Echo, what’s wrong? If this makes you uncomfortable, I understand.” Your heart breaks a little and the thought that Echo had changed enough, and didn’t want you anymore, but you understood. You just wanted him to be happy. Echo remains silent, eyes searching yours and you reach out your hand, leaving it on his thigh as an invitation, Echo looking from it, to you and back down again before he takes your hand in his and presses a kiss to your knuckles.

“I missed you too. I just…we don’t deserve you, after what we did.”

“Echo, I don’t love you any less. That goes for all of you.” You say to the room, voice firm.

The words settle with the boys, even Crosshair pausing from his ministrations to just gaze at you softly, a rarity from him, especially when his brothers were around. Feeling sexually frustrated now that he’d stopped grinding against you, you grab the back of Crosshairs head and pull him back down to you, kissing him fiercely and you feel his breath hitch as you pat his thighs for him to sit up enough for you to yank his undersuit down and off his body, Crosshair replying in kind until you were bare, albeit covered by Crosshairs body.

“I’m being blinded here!” Wrecker jokes.

“Ass.” Crosshair replies, tossing a glare over his shoulder.

“Yes, that is what we can all see right now.” Tech says and you giggle and Tech beams at you as you look at him past Crosshair.

“Eyes on me.” Crosshair says, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look at him, taking his cock in his hand and giving it a few strokes before guiding it to your hole and it’s a little awkward from this angle, even after you spread your legs for him and it’s a good thing he was so long, slipping inside you, not nearly as deep as usual.

“This is awful.” Crosshair says after a few thrusts, which honestly, you were enjoying, the head of his cock brushing up against the sensitive spot inside you as he moved. Crosshair pulls out as you whine, placing his hands on your waist, turning and lifting you so you were on your hands and knees, your chin resting against the back of the couch as Crosshair re-sheaths himself inside you, his leg hosted up next to yours that has him driving deeper inside you.

“Wreck-ah!” You moan between thrusts and Wrecker is up like a shot, tall enough that you could suck his cock from your position, taking him in your mouth and swirling your tongue around the head before licking a long stripe from base to tip, Wrecker moaning loudly above you.

Tech appears next to him and you release your hand from the couch, which between that and Hunter sliding underneath you to fondle your breasts, was supporting your entire weight and you take Tech in your hand, jerking him to full hardness as he watches you suck Wrecker, eyes trained on you. Echo realises there was space for him and he stands next to Wrecker and you use you free hand to stroke him too, alternating between using your hands and mouth for all three of them.

The pressure was building with each thrust of Crosshairs, the sound of his skin slapping yours the loudest sound in the room, your moans muffled by cock, Wrecker having stuffed his fist in his mouth, otherwise he would be the loudest. Tech seemed to be breathing evenly, but through his mouth which meant he was concentrating on it and Hunters mouth was full of your breasts as he suckled on your nipples.

It all becomes overwhelming and with a shout you cum, screwing your eyes shut as pleasure flows through your body.

“I can feel your body contracting.” Hunter says as he releases your breast from his mouth. “They’re strong.”

“There hasn’t been anyone, since you guys.”

“You haven’t found someone else to keep your bed warm at night?” Tech asks. “That would be an honour. You could have multiple partners banging down your door considering how breathtaking you are, mesh’la.”

You look up at Tech fondly at his kind words. “There was no-one else. I couldn’t let anyone else in. There was no room.” Techs usual impassive façade crumbles as he gazes at you, his lips quirking upwards in a smile.

Crosshair, clearly wanting to monopolize on your attention begins to thrust at a fast pace inside you again and you’re surprised that he hadn’t cum yet. “Crosshair.” You say, your body bouncing forward with each thrust. “Cum for me.” You reach out your hand behind you and Crosshair takes it, gripping it as he thrusts forward once more, burying himself inside you as he releases his spend and when he finally pulls out you feel it drip down your thighs, Crosshair quick to push it back inside you with his long fingers.

“Bed?” You suggest and Wrecker scoops you up easily.

“Second bedroom.” Hunter says and you realise that the main room where he had recovered may not be completely devoid of the smell.

Wrecker lays you down on the bed and Hunter clamours over your body, his nose wrinkling at the remnants of Crosshairs release begins to dry on your inner thighs. “Tech, cloth.” He orders, running his hands up and down your thighs as he waits, Tech returning moments later with a damp cloth and Hunter cleans you up. He positions his head between your thighs and takes a deep inhale. “Better.” He declares and dives forward.

Still sensitive from your previous release, your hips buck against Hunters mouth, and he sucks harshly in your clit, his fingers finding home in your cunt as he pumps them in and out of you, his other hand splayed against your hips to keep them from moving. Your hands fly to his hair and Hunter stops what he’s doing and looks over to Tech, his chin covered in your juices.

“Do something about them, will you?”

Tech nods, peeling your hand away from Hunters head as Hunter goes back in, bumping his nose against your clit as his tongue works its way inside you, flicking it rapidly and you moan.

Tech delicately places your hand on his pelvis, just to the side of his cock, not forcing you to do anything if you didn’t really want to. Instead of taking him in your hand, you grab his ass, yanking him to you and you bend over once hes sitting next to you to take his cock in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down his shaft as he groans above you, his abdomen tensing as you take him all the way in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. The motion seems to be too much for Tech, and he cums down your throat with a garbled warning, lifting your chin and kissing you once you pull off, tasting himself on your tongue.

“My turn.” Wrecker says, shoving Tech out of the way who scowls at his brother as he stumbles out of the way. Wrecker grins at you and you shake your head and he frowns.

“I would rather you fucked me. Missed your big fat cock.” Wreckers cock twitches at your words.

“Anything for you, mesh’la.”

“Hunter?” You call, lifting your head to look down at Hunter between your legs, the sight alone sending a jolt of pleasure down your body. “Hunter.” You say again when he doesn’t respond, tapping his bare shoulder and he finally pulls away, looking very unhappy.

“What.”

“I want Wrecker to fuck me.”

“I haven’t finished. I haven’t made you cum yet.” Hunter says, annoyed.

“I have something better in mind.” You say and Hunter moves away from you as you pat the bed next to you, shuffling out of the way as he sits down, his back leaning against the headboard, his legs out long as you settle yourself between them, hands on his thighs, your own knees propped up and your ass displayed for the room behind you.

“Wrecker.” You say and Wrecker immediately knows what you want, standing behind you on the bed, lining his cock up with your entrance and pushing forward slowly until he was in as far as he could go. As he begins to rock inside you, your ghost your lips over Hunters cock and a little dribble of pre-cum comes out and you lick it off, moaning as you return your tongue to your mouth.

Looking up at Hunter seductively, you take his weeping cock into your mouth, flattening your tongue to run along the underside, your lips forming a perfect seal as you hollow your cheeks, Hunters hands coming to rest on the back of your head as you suck him off.

To Hunters credit, he had worked you up well, and with Wrecker making you feel so full, stretching you so nicely, your orgasm builds and with a moan that reverberates around Hunters cock you cum, Hunter spilling his seed into your mouth with a grunt, Wrecker shooting his load deep inside your walls as they clench around him.

Wrecker pulls out as you flop on the bed, rolling onto your back next to Hunter who strokes your forehead. “I saved the best for last.” You say. Hunter snorts, Tech and Crosshair immediately protesting, getting into an argument as they try to prove they are the best but you ignore them, pushing Hunters leg so he would get off and reaching your hands for Echo, who takes them and lays next to you.

“I thought you’d forgotten about me.” He says quietly and it feels like its just you and him and when you hear the soft opening and closing of the door you know it is, the others leaving you to give you some privacy.

“I just knew you wouldn’t want an audience, not this time.” You say, stroking Echos jaw and he closes his eyes, his lips parted and you press yours against him and kiss him slowly, but strength, to show that you did still love him, no matter what.

Scooting closer to Echo, you wrap your arms around him, squeezing him once before flipping the both of you so you were laying on his body, taking his cock in your hand and guiding him to your core, and he slips in easily.

Echo gasps as you lift your hips before sinking down again, enjoying the closeness as Echo wraps his arms around your waist, bringing your lips back to his and he kisses you lovingly as you continue to move, the sex slow and sensual, and you feel yourself merge with Echo in the force and with that knowledge you peak suddenly, Echos name on your lips, Echo rocking his hips into you as he follows shortly after and you both just hold eachother, foreheads pressed together.

“That’s enough.” Wrecker says as he bursts back through the door, the others following closely behind him, all re-dressed in their undersuits and you peel away from Echo to let him redress as someone cleans you up, wrapping you up in a blanket as they all slot themselves around you, all touching you in some capacity. Everything felt right again, now that you were all back together.

Chapter Text

Despite the uncertainty surrounding the sudden change in power, the Empire appeared to be bringing order back to worlds that had been thrown into disarray by the war and it was easy to transition into the new order.

So it was no surprise when you were head hunted from your planets university, a core world, to go into the Imperial Security Bureau. It was unexpected, Colonel Yularen catching you between classes, praising you on your top marks and extracurricular activities and offering you a position with him once your studies had finished. After reviewing the job description, and the remuneration, it seemed like a no-brainer, and you accepted.

It had been exciting being on base, on a new planet with other fresh-faced humans who were equally as excited, and ambitious, determined to outshine eachother, wanting to win favour with your commanders. You were the quiet achiever, not taking participation in the internal cliques, wanting your work to stand on its own, and it did, much to your co-cadet Johnson who was behind you in ranking.

“You are the top of your class, cadets. You are being promoted to agents. Congratulations.” Colonel Yularen says, addressing the small five-person group. “You will be our Intelligence Agents, monitoring communications and innovating new technology. You will be assigned a Commander who will lead your squad. Here he is now.”

A man in the same uniform you had seen the elite squad in walks over, eyes focussed on the datapad in his hands.

“Great,” Johnson scoffs. “A clone. An outdated relic of the failed Republic.”

“The ‘failed’ Republic that your fathers worked for.” You shoot back.

“Yeah, and they were so good they got offered positions in the new Empire.”

“With no honour. If you had of done your research Johnson, you would realise our new commander is brilliantly smart. Much smarter than a skughole like you, who only got here because your parents bought your way in.” You say, annoyed.

Yularen supresses a smile. “This is Commander Tech. He is your new report.”

Tech doesn’t look up, waving a few fingers in greeting.

“Didn’t they program manners into these clones?” Johnson sneers.

“You were certainly programmed without any.” You snap back before ducking your head in apology, Techs head now raised and looking at you curiously before his posture stiffens.

“There is no room for failure in my squad. If you are not up to my standard, “ Techs eyes appraise Johnson who squirms under his intense gaze, “You will not last. Where did the last failure of a squad get sent again Colonel?” Tech addresses Yularen.

“Sanitary, I believe.” He replies and you hear Johnson gulp audibly.

This was going to be fun.

Unsurprisingly, you quickly proved your worth to Tech, becoming his right hand and the one he went to when he needed new solutions, bouncing ideas off you or sending you on the best missions much to Johnsons chagrin.

You didn’t rub it in, not at all, as you smugly grinned at him as Tech requested your assistance again, praising your work.

Tech had been apprehensive about getting a new squad, especially when the last were such failures, being cruel to him for being a clone, undermining his abilities. He saw that in his current squad as well, but then there was you. You were bright, tenancious and anticipated his needs, quickly becoming his favourite, not that he should have such a thing.

“Agent 3099, I request your assistance with a matter. The rest of you are dismissed.” Tech says to the group, your beaming smile at him causing something to flash in him, disappearing before he had a chance to really feel it and his hand reaches up to his forehead, the pain that had been plaguing him when you were around coming back. He ignores it.

You follow Tech back to his office, the desk surrounded by holoscreens, the walls covered in drawings and calculations, the workbench along one wall just as messy as the walls, electronics strewn across the surface. His desk was surprisingly neat and you suspected he didn’t use it at all.

“What do you require assistance with, sir?” You ask when you step inside behind him, linking your hands behind your back formally.

“Tech. I believe we are passed that point now.”

“Yes sir.” You reply automatically, feeling warm when you realise your mistake. “Sorry, sir.” This time you wince.

Tech watches you, something deep inside him stirring again. He distracts himself before bringing up the information on the screens, explaining the data to you and you follow easily, asking good questions, stepping next to him as he points to something on one of the screens.

You look up at Tech and notice he’s staring at you and your heart races at him being so close. You had developed feelings for your Commander, suppressing them. You only slipped once, when Johnson had claimed you a clone fucker in response to Techs favoured treatment of you, and you had decked him, forced into isolation for a few days as punishment.

“Tell me if you don’t want this.” Tech says in a moment of clarity, the part of his brain that was still him pushing against the fog as you lean in and kiss him, Tech caging you in with his body as his mind loses out and the blanket snuffs out any hope of a future beyond the Empire.

Your hands grip against his chest piece as Techs lips break away from yours as his hands wrap around your waist, lifting you and setting you on his desk. As you look into his eyes, they’re dark, hungry and his chest is heaving.

“I want you to come to a solution and once you do, I will reward you. But until then you can keep my cock warm.”

Tech grabs your hands and puts them against his crotch, firm but with enough give that you could pull away if you wanted to.

You didn’t want to.

You palm him through his black undersuit, a dark patch forming where the tip strained against the fabric.

Pulling out his cock you give it a few strokes and Tech groans, bucking into your touch before he pulls your hands away, spinning you and yanking your pants down to your ankles and you kick them off over your boots, leaving you bare to Tech.

Looking at Tech behind you his chest is heaving, skin flushed and his gaze is fixed to your core. He kneels, yanking you backwards onto his mouth, eating you out like you were the last ration in the galaxy and you moan unabashedly as you push back against Techs face, spurring him on as the sucks on your clit hard, fingers slipping into your wet hole, moving them in tandem before suddenly pulling out, leaving you on the edge as your almost orgasm fades and you whine.

“You need to earn your release.” Tech says, gripping you hips and pulling you back with him as he sits down, lining up his cock and sliding in you with a groan as you sit on his lap, his entire length inside you.

You wiggle, desperate for friction but Tech tuts. “I said you must earn your release. Now, what do you think of solution three point four…”

Its hard, your focus divided between the feeling of Tech inside you and wanting to make him proud as you work through the solutions, debating back and forth with Tech who remained calm and steady, getting rewarded with a few shallow thrusts when you make good points.

Eventually you solve the problem. “I believe you have earned your reward.” Tech says, now sounding as dishevelled as you felt, his control his slipping. You had been seated on his cock for at least an hour now.

Gripping the corner of the table you lift yourself up before dropping back down into Techs lap, and you moan in unison. Your focus no longer split, you bounce yourself on Techs cock, Techs hands gripping your hips, groaning with each movement until you feel your orgasm build, your head tipping forward as you cum, grinding down on Techs lap as you work yourself through it.

Once your walls stop contracting on his cock, Tech pulls out of you suddenly, lifting you up easily and flipping you, laying you down on the desk before settling himself between your legs, slipping back into you easily since you were so turned on, practically dripping for your commander.

Tech watches the way his cock disappears inside you, fucking you so rough that desk jerks, scraping against the floor with each thrust until he suddenly pulls out, leaning over you and you open your mouth obediently as Tech cums in your mouth. Once he’s finished you close your mouth, swallowing before opening it again to show Tech it was all gone.

“Stars.” Is all he can manage, pupils completely blown as he looks down at you. After he catches his breath he redresses, not watching as you do the same, setting your cap back in place on your head, hopefully hiding the mess that was your hair.

“I hope I can be of assistance to you in the future, sir.” You say formally before nodding and leaving, Tech watching you go, his head suddenly pounding, and he slumps forward over his desk, holding his head in his hands. A faint memory of his brothers passes through and having you here made him miss them. Before the fog settles back in place, he thinks you might be the key to his freedom. He just had to you keep at his side.

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You’re working on reports for you latest mission, incomplete since the war ended and you were recalled back to Kamino, when the Bad Batch enter their quarters, the place where you spent most of your time because of your partner, Echo.

“How did it go?” You ask as they walk in, dropping their stuff, Echo making a bee-line for you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders and you turn your head to press a kiss to his lips.

“It was weird.” Echo replies, shooting a glance to Crosshair who narrows his eyes in response.

Tech sits down next to you, explaining what happened on Kaller with the regs and the Jedi and padawan, Echo holding you as you sit quietly, listening, feeling overwhelmed and sad and then Crosshair interjects and you note his strange behaviour, arguing with Hunter until the announcement comes over the pa saying there was a meeting.

After the meeting, which had chilled you to your core, you followed the boys to the mess hall for dinner, being called away almost immediately, but not before you pointed to a grey armour-clad clone in the viewing platform with an Imperial and the Kaminoans themselves. You feel the green visor looking at you, but it was just your mind playing tricks on you – there’s no way you could tell what that clone was really looking at.

Its several hours later, Echo cleared after the incident in the mess hall, all of you hanging out in their quarters, sitting on Echos lap. You hadn’t gotten back until after Tarkin had visited them having been pulled into a meeting with your old Commander. “I’ve been re-assigned.” You say to the room, playing with Echos fingers, which he knew meant you were nervous.

“With that Commander we saw?” Echo asks.

“Do we know who it is?” Hunter asks and Tech looks up from his project and shakes his head.

“I was unable to find anything in the database as to the identify of the Commander Echo saw with Tarkin.”

“I’ll let you know when I find out.” You reply.

“We got new orders. We’re going to Onderon.” Hunter says. “We might not see you for a little while.”

“Will you be alright on your own?” Echo asks you, ever concerned about you. You nod in response.

“I have to go meet them, and my new team. I’ll see you when you get back?”

Echo nods, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Of course. Love you.”

“Love you too.” You reply, and you hear a grumble from Crosshair, so as you pass you poke your tongue out at him and he rolls his eyes in response. You head out to your meeting.

Tarkin is waiting for you all to arrive and you notice some other humans waiting, although they were in new gear, that matched the commanders, and you suddenly felt out of place. The new commander stands rigidly by Tarkins side.

“If the Empire is to bring peace and security to the galaxy, it must be stronger than what proceeded it. You have all been selected to be part of a new trial of elite soldiers, under the command of clones that were top of their respective fields. Your squad will be under the leadership of CT-5555.”

Your hand flies to your mouth and Tarkin looks at you suspiciously, the others looking at you strangely. The Commander pulls off his helmet and there’s no mistaking the number five tattooed on his forehead. Fives was alive. And he’d been reconditioned. His eyes are cold as the appraise you.

“Fives.” You say before fainting.

Nothing hurts when you wake, which is usually what happens when you come to in a medbay, the rhythmic beeping of the monitor indicating where you were. You hear voices, but you can’t concentrate on them straight away.

“I can’t have one of my people faint. They’re a liability.” That’s Fives voice, clear to you, different from all his brothers.

“They are medically fine. There is nothing to explain as to why they lost consciousness.” You hear the smooth voice of Nala Se.

“They were top of their field during the Clone Wars. If the Empire is to be stronger than it needs the best operatives. They are one of them.” Another voice says that you don’t recognise. It wasn’t Tarkin; you would know his pompous voice anywhere.

“Another medical episode and they are off my squad.” Fives says.

“Very well.” The new voice says. “I’ll leave them in your capable hands, Commander.”

You wait until this new person leaves and open your eyes, feigning that you were just waking up and as you look up you realise that Fives had followed this other Imperial out of the med bay. He hadn’t stayed.

In the next few days, you spend every waking second with your new squad, training, Fives barking orders and corrections at you as you spar with eachother, run battle sims, practice your shooting skills. Any hope that you had that Fives might still be in there dissipates with each passing second, Fives not recognising you, being calm and in control, not acknowledging you unless it was necessary.

After each session, you hang back, trying to talk to Fives but he dismisses you, or leaves you entirely, following the rest of his squad out the room. You try again in the mess hall, but Fives keeps looking straight ahead, eyes fixed on the blank wall behind you.

Then, after you try to talk to him again, his expression softens and he says your name but its like a hood is pulled over his head and his expression immediately hardens, back to treating you with indifference.

Despite the pain it caused, you were determined to make him remember you.

Your chance comes after a private session with him, reviewing the sparring session in your quarters, and you catch his arm as he goes to leave after looking at you, confusion written across his face. “Fives. Don’t go.”

Fives turns around slowly. “Good…soldiers…follow…orders.”

You’d heard him repeat this phrase a lot and you knew it was the influence of the chip that Tech had talked about. “Fives, its me. Please. I need you to remember.”

Fives blinks a few times, his eyes becoming clearer until he’s staring at you and you know its Fives, his expression soft, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Mesh’la.” He says softly, taking a step forward and you wrap your arms around him, pressing your lips against his and he wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you up and you giggle against his lips.

Fives presses his forehead against yours. “Please.” Fives begs, his eyes imploring yours. “Help me remember.”

You crash your lips against his and Fives hands cradle your neck, fingers digging into your flesh as a reminder that you were real, that you were here with him.

Fives is needy, pressing himself completely against you, the hard plastoid of his armour clanking against yours. “Wearing….too many…clothes.”

Deft fingers remove both yours and Fives armour, leaving you both in your undersuits and you see the hard outline of his cock as it strains against the fabric. You reach out your hand towards his crotch and Fives watches carefully, grabbing your hand and bridging the final distance and you grope him, massaging his cock and balls and Fives groans deliciously in your ear.

The undersuits some next as Fives backs you towards your bunk, your underwear coming off with it and before Fives pushes you onto the bed, he takes one of your breasts in his hands, groping it and you moan, taking his cock in your hand and jerking him off roughly, the tip leaking precum all over your hand.

Fives hand leaves your breast, trailing down your body, pausing on a small scar you got as a child, his eyes flickering with recognition as he traces along the line with his finger. He looks up at you, confused.

“Remember how I got this Fives?” You prompt and his brows furrow in concentration and he tries to remember, looking defeated when he can’t. “I was six years old…” You start, trying to get him to remember.

“Did something stupid. Did something I would do.” Fives says and you reward him by fondling his balls and he struggles, mumbling as his brain tries to find the memory of when you told him the story instead of focussing on the way you were making him feel right now. “Playground.” He finishes and looks up at you, hopeful.

“Yes!” You say, tilting Fives head to give you access to his neck, sinking your teeth into his flesh, tracing your tongue over the marks you left and Fives whines, his hips bucking against yours, the tip of his cock leaving a wet trail against your bare skin.

Grabbing his hair, you tug his head back, kissing along his jaw before re-capturing his lips with yours and he pushes you back, falling on top of you as your hands hook around his back, your hands gripping his shoulders as he ruts against you.

Fives leaves your mouth to attach his lips to your collarbone, moving down your body and pausing at your breasts, sucking on the soft skin, taking your nipple between his teeth and rolling it. “You’re…ah!” You moan as his tongue circles the bud. “Remembering. Feels so good, Fives.”

Fives keeps moving down your body, licking a wet stripe from your inner thigh to the crease of your leg, pausing and inhaling when his face was over your cunt, which was already dripping for him. “Remember this. Remember how you taste.” He says as he dives between your folds, tongue flicking inside your hole, mouth cupping your entire sex. He stays there for a while, eating you out, your hands gripping the back of his head to bring him closer, Fives moaning against you when you tug his hair harshly.

“Fives…going to…going to…” You don’t get to finish your sentence, your breath hitching as you fall over the edge, your clit throbbing as he sucks on the sensitive nub, fingers buried deep in your cunt. He pulls his fingers out and sucks on them before placing them at your lips and you take them in your mouth, tongue trailing along each finger before he pulls out, his eyes blown wide with lust.

“I remember I love you.” Fives says, now hovering over your body, gazing down with you.

“Fives.” Tears spring to your eyes.

“Please. I need to be in you.” You nod your head furiously and Fives, who was already in position, slips inside you in one fluid movement, filling you completely and the sensation is familiar, and you missed him, missed this.

Fives draws back before pushing forward again, hips moving languidly, and you grip his ass, pushing him deeper inside you and he picks up the pace, his snapping against yours, the sound of skin slapping skin reverberating in the room.

“I’m close.” Fives says, resting his forehead against yours.

“Let go, Fives, I’ve got you.”

Fives closes his eyes as he shudders, releasing himself inside you and you follow, your walls clenching around him, milking him until he collapses on top of you and you manoeuvre him so you’re wrapped around him, holding him close to your chest and his eyes, while open, are unfocussed.

“Fives?”

“M’tired.” He mumbles.

“Sleep Fives, we will think of an escape plan in the morning.” Fives grunts in agreement and you hear his breathing even out, his whole body relaxed against you. You don’t sleep, formulating a plan to get both of you out.

When you wake you smile, reaching for Fives, your smile turning to a frown when your hands hit empty sheets, long gone cold. He’d left.

You don’t end up seeing him for several hours.

“Fives!” You call him name when you spot him down the otherwise empty corridor. He doesn’t respond and you jog towards him, catching his arm. Fives turns slowly, his eyes blank. “Fives?” Your voice is weak.

Fives stares at your hand on his arm before yanking it away and taking a step back, looking at you with disdain. “That’s Commander to you.”

“Sorry Sir.” You say, ducking your head. “Won’t happen again.”

“No, it won’t, or you’ll be off my squad.” Fives says coldly before turning and continuing.

You stand there for several moments, completely lost. You thought Fives had returned to you last night, getting back to his former self and for him to be back to the cold man, unfamiliar to you, well, you knew something had happened. Determined to find out, you head for the med bay.

Thankfully, the med bay is empty when you slip inside, heading for the terminal with the medical files. You try to search by ‘Fives’ or ‘CT-5555’ but nothing comes up and you’re sure the files have been secured. Frustrated, you bang your fist against the terminal.

“Hello.” A light voice says from behind you, and you turn in a panic, your heart racing at the thought you had been caught out, only to find a young girl standing there and she waves.

“Hi. Can I help you?”

“No, but I think I can help you. You’re after information about Fives, right?”

“Yes…” You say slowly. How did she know?

“I’m Nala Ses assistant. People often forget I’m there. I hear things.” She says with a shrug.

“What’s your name?” You ask.

“Omega.”

“Well Omega, can you help me?”

Omega looks over to the door, but you can’t see or hear anything and then you do hear it, Nala Ses voice calling Omegas name. “I’ll distract her.” Omega says, grabbing your hand and pressing something into the palm. “Take this. It will get you in.”

Something is telling you to trust her. “Thanks Omega, I won’t forget this.”

“Can I come with you? When you escape with Fives.” Omega says and you’re stunned that she would want to go away from Kamino with two strangers, unable to form a response. You’re saved by Nala Se calling Omegas name, closer this time and you see her tall shadow behind the door. Omega slips out of the room, and you hear them talk before their footsteps grow faint as they head away.

Opening your palm, you see a data chip in your hand, and you turn back to the terminal, pushing it into the slot and Fives file comes up immediately. It has encrypted information on what happened after he ‘died’ and you wished that either Tech or Echo were with you to transfer the data and decode it. The file gets less redacted as it goes on, and you begin reading the newer entries.

‘Patient exhibits short periods of lucidness. Chip enhancement causes these to cease.’ That one was marked a day after you saw him again.

‘Periods of recognition are getting more frequent, and less time passes between episodes. Recommendation for increase in chip obedience levels.’ That was from yesterday.

Flicking through, you find the entry from today. ‘Patient exhibited pre-chip behaviour, unaffected by chip enhancement. Increased levels to maximum. If condition persist, decommission is recommended.’

Your hand flies to your mouth. They couldn’t decommission him. You couldn’t lose him again. You had to get Fives out of there as soon as possible.

The first thing you do is head back to the Bad Batch’s quarters, pacing the length of the room while your mind raced with different plans and possibilities when you realised The Bad Batch couldn’t return and it wasn’t safe for them.

You try comming Echo and get frustrated when they wouldn’t answer. You send them all a warning to not come back to Kamino and you would send further instructions soon, packing what little possessions you have in a bag along with a few items you know the boys would want to keep. Slinging the bag over your shoulder and taking one last look at the room, you head for the door.

Which suddenly opens, revealing Omega and a droid. “Omega? What are you doing here?”

Omega opens her mouth to say something before her head suddenly turns to look back out at the corridor. “We have to go. Now!” Omega grabs your hand, and you allow her to pull you out of the room, and the droid, who introduces himself as AZ3, floats along beside you.

“Omega, slow down!” You say, yanking your hand out of hers. “Where are we going?”

“We’re going to escape.” She says with a grin.

“I’m not leaving without Fives.” You tell her.

“CT-5555?” AZ3 says, his yellow eyes blinking at you. “I had an interesting interaction with CT-5555 more than a standard year ago now.”

“Not the time AZ!” Omega says, grabbing your hand and trying to pull you along again but you stand firm.

“AZ, what do you mean?”

“I assisted CT-5555 to escape Kamino. Removed his chip in the process as well. The Kaminoans thought they wiped my memory but I keep back ups hidden from them.” His modulated voice almost sounds proud.

“You can remove the chips?” You demand.

“Of course.”

“AZ, where is Fives now?” Az looks like he’s thinking, clearly scanning his database. “I believe he is in the training facility.”

“Let’s go.” You say.

When you arrive, you get Omega and AZ to wait outside, walking into the training room to see Fives practicing his forms with a holo-droid. You wait patiently for him to finish, unsure if the chip was currently functioning or not.

“What do you want?” Fives sneers as he finishes up, making his way over to you, his body sweaty from his workout.

“I’ve come to rescue you.”

“Where are your manners? And besides, I don’t require rescuing, especially not from you.”

This isn’t him, it’s the chip, you remind yourself, trying not to let his dismissive tone dishearten you. Your Fives, the sweet, witty and goofy man was still there, buried under the programming. “I’m sorry, sir.” You say and Fives looks a little smug until you pull your blaster from your side.

Fives notices and he’s quick, knocking it out of your hand and lunging for you but you were well trained in combat too, dodging to the side and out of his grasp, grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back, Fives using the momentum to spin around, sweeping your legs out from underneath you, pinning you to the ground. “I’ll have you for disobedience.”

“Fives, this isn’t you!” You try pleading with him but the man above you wasn’t going to listen, his eyes cold, his gaze hard. With a surge of determination, you flip Fives so you were on top of him, arm across his chest. “I’m sorry.” You say, grabbing his blaster from its holster and shooting him, Fives falling unconscious, his grip slackening from where it was held around your wrist.

“Omega!” You call and Omega is inside in a second, helping you prop up Fives and you were carrying most of his weight. “What now?”

“There’s a private shuttle for the Kaminoans when they have business to conduct off world. We can get out through there.”

“Lead the way.” You say, gesturing to the door and you both head out and its slow going with Fives weight against you.

You only get halfway down the corridor when another clone shouts “Halt!” and you pause, turning around to face him and you notice he was a Coruscant Guard member. “Where are you going?”

“CT-5555 fainted during his training session, as medical personal we are escorting him to the medical wing.” AZ3 says and the clone stares blankly at him, the black visor of the helmet giving nothing away as to the expression of the man underneath.

“Medical wing is that way.” The clone says, gesturing with his gun in the opposite direction.

“I know a shortcut.” Omega pipes up and the clone looks at her before shrugging and continuing on his way. “This way.” Omega says when he’s out of sight.

She leads you into parts of Kamino that you didn’t even know existed, somehow knowing which hallways were clear of troopers, eventually getting to a room with cloning tubes. As you sit Fives down on the bench on the side of the room, your roll your shoulder, stiff from carrying his weight and looking around the room as Omega goes to a terminal and presses some buttons.

Its several minutes before the hatch in the ground opens up, a platform raising to be at ground level and Omega helps you get Fives onto the platform, AZ3 pressing the control panel on the platform and a protective bubble sweeps up from the sides to encase you all, the platform dropping down through tunnels which ran underneath Kamino.

Eventually you make it to a small private hanger, a few ships lined up neatly and after checking them out, you settle on a small transport and as you drop Fives inside, you notice that it was a clinical and white as the Kaminoan facility was.

Heading to the cockpit, you slide into the pilots seat, Omega sitting next to you but you could tell she had no experience in flying, studying the buttons carefully as you fire up the ship, the engines firing up, a smooth rumble and not very loud at all.

Before you lift off, you remember to check your comm, the light flashing to indicate you had a message and when you realise it was only from a few minutes ago, you immediately call Echo and he picks up instantly.

“We have to come back for Omega.”

“Don’t, I’ve got her, and Fives. I’ve got a ship, I can meet you somewhere.”

“Tech?” You hear Echo ask.

“I can find a suitable planet for us to rendezvous. However, there is the issue of the chips. Fives is still under the influence of his and we cannot risk him revealing our location. Crosshair has also been acting strangely and I believe his might be working as well.” Tech says.

“We’ve got AZ3 too, he can remove the chips. I’ll get him to work on Fives now. I’ll stand by for the coordinates. Stay safe, and I’ll see you soon.”

“You too.” You hear Hunter say.

“I love you.” Echo says.

“I love you too.” You reply. “I have to go. I’ll see you soon.” You hear Echo sigh, but you had to get going so you click off.

“AZ?” You call behind you as you lift the ship up and off the platform as the domed roof opens for your departure.

“Yes?” AZ floats into the cockpit.

“You’ve removed Fives chip once. Can you do it again?”

“There is a risk with the new chip that it has altered his brain chemistry-“

You cut AZ off. “Can you do it?”

“Yes.” Az replies simply. “I will prepare him now, for once we have entered hyperspace.”

You nod at AZ and he leaves. You look over to Omega. “Ready?”

She nods with determination, and you fly the ship out into Kaminos atmosphere.

The next several cycles pass very quickly; Fives having his chip removed again, meeting up with the Bad Batch, them having their chips removed, deciding what comes next.

It was late, and the others had gone back to the Marauder to get some rest and you had decided to stay up, Fives and Echo on either side of you, and you held their hands in yours, your head resting against Fives shoulder.

“I’m sorry mesh’la.” Fives says finally. “For how I treated you.”

“It wasn’t your fault Fives, I’m just glad you’re safe.”

“They’re right, Fives. None of this is your fault. I’m just glad you’re alive.” Echo says, looking at his twin over your head.

“I could say the same about you.” Fives says.

“Looks like the universe wanted it to all work out for us.” You say quietly and Echo and Fives mumble in agreement, Fives pressing a kiss to your forehead as you watch the dying embers of the fire in front of you.

Fives begins to get frisky, the hand not holding yours massaging your thigh as he begun to press kisses to you neck.

“Fives.” You warn.

“What?” He replies innocently.

Echo chuckles, picking up your hand and kissing your knuckles. “Cut him some slack cya’re.”

“You say that like you’re not as excited as he is.” You reply, putting your hand in Echos lap and massaging his half-hard cock and he groans.

You tilt your head and Fives presses a sloppy kiss to your lips, hand trying to undo your pants. “Ship?”

You don’t have to say it twice, Fives scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to the ship you stole from the Kaminoans, Fives dropping you on the cot unceremoniously. Thankfully Omega had been so fascinated by the Marauder she had elected to sleep there, and AZ was powered down somewhere. It was just the three of you.

“I’ve locked the ship.” Echo says, coming into your periphery as Fives covers you with his body, holding you delicately in his arms as he presses kisses wherever he can reach, and Fives attacks your neck and Echo bends down to give you a kiss. “How do you want to do this?”

“Shotgun your cunt!” Fives yells immediate, causing you to laugh.

“Fives!” You admonish, slapping his back which he moans at, and you shake your head at your over-enthusiastic boyfriend.

“Do you have the toy?” Echo asks and you shake your head.

“I thought you said you got essentials.” Fives says cheekily.

“Fives I swear to maker if you don’t calm down I’m going to cut you off completely.” Fives whips his head up to look at you, a glint in his eye and quirks his eyebrow. “I meant that as a threat!”

“Well, now you have to mean it as a promise.”

“That’s it.” You snap playfully, pointing to the floor at the bottom of the bunk. “Go.”

With a parting kiss and a gleeful expression on his face, Fives scrambles off you and sits on the ground, his knees crossed, his elbow on his knee and his hand resting on his open palm as he watches you dreamily.

Echo takes his place, draping himself over your body and his kisses are gentle, with much less teeth than Fives, taking his time as he explores your mouth with his tongue, making happy noises as his eyes flutter close.

Echo slips his hand underneath your top to fondle with your breasts and you moan against his mouth, your hips moving of their own accord as they buck up against Echos, desperate for friction. “I’ll have to do something about that.” Echo says as he opens his eyes, and looks down to where you were grinding against him.

With Echos help, you quickly remove all your clothes, leaving you bare to Echo, Fives moaning when Echo shuffles down the bunk to position his mouth at your core, but Fives doesn’t really move, chin still resting against his hand. He wasn’t even touching himself.

“Good boy.” You praise Fives and he grins at you and you smile back at him until Echo brings your attention to him, and you gasp as he presses his tongue against your clit, flicking the tip against it quickly before pressing down and moving his tongue in circles. With nothing to grip on, your hands clench beside your body.

When Echo pushes his tongue between your folds and into your tight heat you moan, loudly. “Do that again, vod.” Fives says, his cheeks flushed pink. Echo doesn’t need to be told twice, pulling his tongue out and the diving back in again, his thumb rubbing against your clit. “Echo – ah! – I’m cl-, close.”

“Cum for me love.” The vibrations from Echo speaking send you over the edge and you buck your hips against his face as you ride out your high, Echo licking up your release, cleaning it from your inner thighs as well.

Echo sits up and looks at Fives, gesturing to your cunt. “You did call dibs.”

Fives shakes his head. “I’m happy to watch. Its insanely hot.”

“You wanna cum untouched?” You ask. Fives had tried this a few times, before, but he could never quite get there without some form of touch. Maybe he was so tightly wound he would be able to. Fives nods his head vigorously. “Echo?”

“Yes love?” Echo responds, tracing his finger along your hip.

“Fuck me.”

“Yes sir.” Echo replies cheekily, freeing himself from his undersuit and guiding his cock to your core, catching your gaze as he slips in and you gasp as he slides in, stretching you delightfully. You feel his hips press against yours, his balls resting against your ass.

You roll you hips, wanting more and Echo groans, burying his head in your neck as you grip the back of his head as he moves, thrusting into you at the perfect angle and still sensitive from your first orgasm, your second builds quickly before it washes over you and you moan Echos name as you cum, Echo gasping yours as his hips rut against yours as he finds your release.

“Gotta clean up my mess.” He says as he moves back down your body, pressing his tongue inside you again and lapping at your hole and your body responds, arousal steady since it felt so good, but you were too quick off the heels of your last orgasm to cum again so quickly. Echo finally pulls away, licking his lips and you yank him down to you, tasting the mixture of both of you on his tongue.

You almost forget about Fives until he whimpers, and you break apart from Echo to look down at him, now leaning back on his hands, his legs still crossed and his cock hard and leaking all over his stomach, his muscles rippling with tension from how tightly wound he was, how aroused he was feeling.

Echo releases you and you sit down in front of Fives, pressing a kiss to his jaw and his whimpering intensifies as you run your hands over his stomach, his inner thighs, shoulders, touching anywhere except for where he really wanted you to. But he didn’t want you to touch him there, not really.

You feel his ass clench as he bucked into the air, his cock bouncing against his stomach, not nearly enough friction. “Fives.” You say firmly, grabbing his jaw in your hand and staring at him. “Cum for me, love.” You command and Fives mouth falls open and you feel him jerk, some of his cum hitting your breasts as you leaned over him. Fives flops backwards, and you bend over, licking up his release like Echo did for you, taking his softening cock in your mouth which causes him to moan again. You let him fall from your mouth as he pants, his racing heart audible to you.

Echo, who was lying back on the bed, pats the space next to him and after pressing a kiss to Fives abs, you stand up and join Echo, Echo pulling your back against his chest and nuzzling against your neck. “Are you going to join us, Fives?” You ask.

Fives mumbles incoherently.

“Fives?” You prompt again and he opens his eyes a fraction, slowly turning onto his front and pushing himself off the hard floor, stumbling over to you and flopping down on the bed next to you, clinging to you and after a few seconds you hear snores coming from him as you stroke his temple.

“Back where we belong.” Echo whispers against you ear and you smile. You had your boys back and that was all that mattered.

Chapter Text

Listening to the sound of Coruscant going on with its business on the warm night, the sound filtering through your open balcony door, you sigh happily, wrapped up in Wreckers strong hands as he pets your hair.

“This is really nice.” You comment, snuggling closer into his chest.

“What about this?” Wrecker starts tickling you and you squeal, jerking upwards so you’re sitting in his lap, Wreckers hands ceasing their torture to rest on your waist as he sits up with you and presses a light kiss to your lips. “I love you, you know that?” Wrecker says, smiling goofily at you. “Let me show it to you.”

Wreckers tone takes a slightly darker note, and he bends his head down to bury his face in your breasts, cupping them and squeezing them slightly and you feel his nose tickle the space between them.

“Mmm, Wrecker.” You moan, Wrecker looking up at you with a grin and you wipe it off his face by leaning forward, taking his head in your hands, and kissing him passionately, Wrecker slipping his tongue into your mouth, exploring and moaning into it.

Wrecker was the king of foreplay, spending hours tending to you, making you moan, fall apart, but you had never any further with him, Wrecker distracting you by eating you out, spending hours between your legs. Last time he had pulled so many orgasms out of you you simply fell asleep, waking later in the top half of Wreckers undersuit, his strong arms encasing you protectively.

Taking the opportunity, you trace your hand down Wreckers bare chest, and resisiting the urge to bury your face between his tits, you squeeze his nipples instead and Wrecker shudders, moaning unabashedly.

Distracting him with kisses, your hand travels further south until it palms his clothed erection and you could tell he was big. “I want you Wrecker.” You say, locking eyes with him.

Wrecker gets suddenly nervous, rubbing his hand behind his neck and pulling away slightly but your wrap your arms around him tightly. “What is it sweets?” You ask gently.

“I dunno, I just. I’ve looked at things on the holonet you know? I know I’m big. I just…don’t ever want to hurt you mesh’la.”

“Wrecker its alright, I’ll enjoy it, promise.”

Wrecker looks doubtful but you distract him by pressing kisses to his mangled ear, across the sunburst of his scar, finishing by pressing your lips to the tip of his nose and he smiles at you again. “Can I?” You ask, grabbing the band of his undersuit. Wrecker nods and you pull it down, pulling his half hard cock out of his briefs and you gulp. He was bigger than anyone you had ever been with.

“I knew this was a bad idea.” Wrecker protests, reaching for your hands but they immediately still when you grin at him, taking his length in your hand, your hand unable to wrap around the entire girth and stroke him in long movements, bringing him to full hardness.

Wrecker lets out a guttural moan, placing his hands back on the bed behind him, his eyes fixated on the way you stroked him – with two hands now that he was at full mast.

“Its my turn to take care of you.” You say to Wrecker, pressing a kiss to his lips, nipples stomach – all the parts he liked to spend time on for you, before sinking to your knees, pushing against his knees to spread his legs out wider. His chest begins to heave as you press kisses to his inner thigh, his balls, before licking your lips and taking him into your mouth, Wreckers hands fisting tightly as you work his length, your hands covering the parts your mouth couldn’t reach.

Wrecker moans your name and its like music to your ears, deep and rumbling and you could record it and listen to it on repeat for days as you clench your thighs together, desperate for some friction of your own.

It doesn’t escape Wreckers notice and he bends over you to press a kiss to the top of your head, gently prying you off his cock. “You look so beautiful like this,” he says. “But if you keep it up I’m not going to last.”

Your eyes brighten. He was on board.

Nodding, you stand up, Wrecker tugging you back to him and pressing his ear against your chest and listening to your heartbeat – thrumming, just for him. He lays back on the bed and pats his shoulders, inviting you to take a seat there and you do, Wrecker hooking his hands around your thighs to close the short distance you had remaining. Before he dives in, he answers your questioning look. "I hear its best if I make you cum at least once to make it easier."

"I have lube as well. Which we are going to need."

Wrecker winces so you place your hand over his and squeeze it comfortingly. “Get to work, solider.” You command and Wrecker grins, diving into your folds, licking and sucking like his life depended on it and since he knew your body so well it takes no time at all until your grinding on his face, riding out your high on his tongue.

You shimmy down to sit on his lap, grinding against his length which causes Wrecker to swear, laying down on top of him, you wrap your arms around his torso and try to flip him so he was on top.

Wrecker laughs when you fail miserably, unable to move his mass. “Its alright mesh’la,” he says when you pout. “Cute of you to try.”

Wrecker laughs again when you poke your tongue out at him and he swiftly turns you both over, so you were on your back, Wrecker hovering over your body. “Beautiful.” He says, leaning down to kiss you again and you spend a few moments with your lips moving together until your grip Wreckers ass, hard.

“I want you.” You say, looking up, eyes blown wide with lust. “But you’ll have to open me up first.”

“That, I can do.” Wrecker replies, gathering up your slick on his fingers, pressing one digit into your cunt and you whimper as he flicks the tip inside you before running it in circles around your walls, pushing out with each turn. He adds a second finger shortly thereafter, and then a third, his thick fingers reaching parts of you that you never could with your own.

You’re practically writhing at this point, desperate for Wrecker to fill you, to fuck you after being together for so long. “Wrecker, I’m ready.” You say, locking eyes with him and passing the bottle of lube from your nightstand over to him.

The cap pops off audibly and you hear the squirt as he coats his fingers, rubbing it all over his shaft until he was as slick as you were.

“Ready?” He asks as he positions the head of his cock at your entrance.

You nod your head yes. “I need to hear you say it sweetheart.” Wrecker says.

“Yes Wrecker, I need you.”

Wrecker pushes forward gingerly, taking your hand in his, the other support his weight as he hovered above you. You try to hide it but you can’t and end up taking in a sharp inhale.

Wrecker stops, looking down at you with such concern.

“It’s okay Wrecker, it’s just a bit of a stretch. I knew this would happen.”

“I’ve hurt you.”

“I’ve dealt with worse. It will pass.”

“That doesn’t make me happy.” Wrecker replies, mouth downturned unhappily.

Wrecker still doesn’t move as your body adjusts, the pain giving way to a sensation of being stuffed, being completely full, every nerve ending on fire.

You wiggle your lower body, desperate for Wrecker to move already. “Come on Wreck, move. I need you to fill me with your seed. I’ve never felt so full before, by anyone. Until you.”

Wrecker slowly slides out, your slick and the lube causing him to glide inside you now your body had adjusted, and you can feel every inch, every ridge on his cock as he begins to move at a steady pace, picking it up when he hears the breathy moans you make, the way your body writhed for him.

Your orgasm builds quickly, and you yank Wreckers head down to yours, pressing your foreheads together and locking eyes as you gasp as you cum, gripping Wrecker tight, the sensation causing him to fall over the edge too, spilling inside you and rocking his hips as he rode out his release. He eventually stills, but doesn’t slip out of you, pressing his body flush against yours but still supporting his entire weight.

“Love you.” Wrecker says.

“Love you too.” You reply.

Chapter Text

Hunter held the package close to his chest, hidden from view as he makes his way to your quarters, trying desperately to avoid seeing any regs, or worse, his own brothers.

He makes it there in record time, letting himself in with the special code he had, something Tech had set up once you had become involved with all of them. You look up from the book you were reading and he opens his mouth to say hello and present the costume he had gone in with Wrecker (bargaining with Wrecker that since Hunter put in majority of the credits, he would get first dibs), but any words he was about to say die on his lips when you set the book down next to you and stand up.

“You like?” You say, gesturing down your body, clad in a bantha-wrangler outfit: the teeniest of shorts that didn’t really cover your ass, a vest cut in a deep v over your chest and ending above your navel. You had grabbed the matching shoes with spurs, hat and rope, which you spun lightly with your wrist.

Hunter chokes as he tries to get out words and you laugh lightly. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“What do you have there?” You ask, tracing your hand down Hunters arm that was holding the package.

“Nothing.” He says, trying to hide it behind his back.

You give him a look and pluck it out of his hands, looking at the costume he (and Wrecker) had picked out for you. “Would you prefer me to wear this?”

“Absolutely not.” Hunter replies and you toss the package across the room and it slides underneath your small desk out of site. “This is much better.” Hunter wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him and kisses you hungrily. His hand slips down to your ass to give it a squeeze through the impossibly tight fabric. Hunter moans as you grind against his crotch, hindered by his codpiece.

“Eager.” You say, taking a step back. “I think I need to wrangle you into submission first. You need to work for you release. What do you say, Hunter?”

Hunter lets out an affirmative grunt and you quickly undress him, leaving him standing there naked, his member curved upward in interest as you walk a few paces away before turning to face him. Twirling the rope in your hand, it gets momentum until its spinning in the air in a loop and you hurl it over to Hunter, landing on him perfectly. He didn’t need to know that you had spent the better part of yesterday practicing and failed miserably until you finally got the hang of it.

Pulling the rope, it tightens around Hunters middle and you yank it, pulling him towards you and Hunter stumbles until you grab him, and this time its you who pulls him against yourself, hands roaming the strong muscles of his upper back, his arms pinned to his sides.

You pull his hair to the side slightly, freeing his neck and you place a gentle kiss there before sucking down and Hunter moans unabashedly, his cock twitching as he tried to rut against you.

Tutting, you step away. “I think you need to be tied up a bit more Hunter.” Grabbing a pillow from your bed, you place it at Hunters feet. You knew from experience it was uncomfortable to kneel on the hard floors of your quarters for long periods of time and you wanted to draw this out. “Kneel.” You command, and Hunter drops, his landing muffled by the soft pillow.

Grabbing the rest of the rope, you carefully tie the excess around Hunter; framing his pecs, around his arms to secure them behind his back, around his ass, which he lifts for you obediently once you get there, framing his balls and cock. Up and down his thighs, ending with his ankles secured together.

“Beautiful.” You comment as you take a step back and admire your handiwork, something Tech had taught you when he was practicing himself on you.

After removing your tiny pants, no underwear on underneath, you position your legs either side of Hunters body, positioning your crotch at his face and Hunter leans forward and licks you hip, encouraging you to come closer.

You do, your core at Hunters mouth and you weave your hands in his hair as he bites at your inner thighs, framing your sex with long licks, the skin cooling rapidly as he leaves his trail. Finally he takes you in his mouth, sucking and licking, working you open with his tongue as you grip his hair tighter, tugging it when he does something that makes you gasp above him and Hunter hums as he works.

The coil that you felt getting hotter the second you had roped in Hunter to your game suddenly snaps and you cum all over his face, Hunter licking up your release and swallowing with an audible gulp.

“Taste amazing cyare.” He says and you smile softly at him, joining him on the floor to kiss him passionately, letting his tongue slip into yours, moaning against eachother. Hunters hips buck of their own accord and this prompts you to leave him, grab another blanket from your bed, and lay it down in front of him, laying down with your head poised over his crotch.

You don’t take him in your mouth immediately, rather, you prop yourself up with you hands on his thighs, tracing and tugging at the rope, licking along the lines that you had created, moving with them upward, taking his balls in your mouth and tugging gently at the skin before taking them in your mouth completely, rolling them around with your tongue as Hunter tenses, his muscles tightening from where your hands rested on his upper thighs.

You release them with an audible pop, finally taking Hunters length into your mouth. This you take your time with; licking up and down the shaft, the head, taking him entirely in your mouth at varying speeds as you bob up and down, fondling his testicles at the same time. When you feel them draw up you remove yourself from Hunter, resting your chin on his thigh as your hand slides down your body to open yourself up for him.

“I think its time to ride the bull.” You say with a wink, pulling yourself up to kneeling and shuffling yourself over Hunters body, taking his cock in your hand as you guide it to your hole, sinking down with a moan, Hunter letting out a shaky breath as you bottom out.

Gripping onto the rope around Hunters chest, you roll your hips, Hunters head thumping against your chest as you moved.

Grabbing his hair, you yank him away from you, kissing him as you lift your hips and slam them down again, getting into a steady rhythm, Hunters lips never leaving yours. You feel your orgasm building up again and you know Hunter is close the way he was twitching inside you.

“Let go Hunter, let me milk you.” You breath into his ear and with a strangled shout Hunter cums, hips jerking wildly and you follow him, your walls clenching around him, milking him for everything he could give you.

Slowly, and gingerly, you pull yourself off Hunter, letting his spend drip down your thighs, mixed with your own release. You leave him there, heading to the adjoining refresher to clean yourself off before coming back, Hunter not moving, waiting patiently for your return.

Carefully, you begin to remove the rope, looping it around your hand and arm, setting it on the floor next to Hunter, fingers trailing against the slight rope marks on his skin. “It didn’t hurt, did it?” You ask, full of concern.

“I liked it.” Hunter replies, eyes dark. He doesn’t make a move, his arms still behind his back despite being released from their bonds.

You grab his hands and bring them back to the front of his body, tugging him up and pushing him to the bed, pushing him down onto it once you had replaced your blanket and pillow to their rightful spot.

Hunter pulls you down with him, but shuffles so hes sitting with his back against the bunk wall, and he plucks the hat off your head and puts it on his own. “What do you think?”

“I’ll ride you any day of the week.” You reply and you giggle as Hunter yanks you against him once more, gearing up for another round.

Chapter Text

After the long week you have had a work, its such a relief when the weekend rolls around and you arrive home, ordering take out and stripping yourself of your work clothes, pulling on a shirt of Echos that you had stolen, inhaling the neckline which still smelt strongly of him. Settling your current holo-drama on the screen in front of you, you kick back on your couch and let out a relieved sigh.

The food comes and goes and you realise how late it was when the holo-drama ends, the screen asking you if you were still there and when you check the chrono you’re surprised that you stayed up this late, more often than not simply falling asleep on your comfortable couch after a long day.

You stand up and stretch, heading to the refresher to shower, leaving it wearing nothing but Echos top, the hem grazing the tops of your thighs. As you climb into bed, you notice your comm device flashing and taking it in your hands, you check the message, your heart soaring when Echo appears in front of you. He was sitting, but where you couldn’t tell.

“Hey mesh’la,” Echo starts, giving you a cute little wave and you clasp your hands together at your chest. “Been thinking about you. Missing you.” Echo gives a weary sigh and you pout, a fresh wave of yearning flooding your body.

“I was thinking of trying something, if you’re up for it.” The recording of Echo says. “Fives gave me the idea – but maker don’t ever tell him that. And before you ask, I didn’t talk about our sex life with him despite his incessant need to know. He brought it up after his last conquest on Coruscant.” Echo shakes his head. “How we are twins I will never know.”

You smile softly at Echo as he smiles fondly at the thought of his brother, his twin. “Anyway, I’m going to start now, and if you hate it, left me know okay? I should be back in a few cycles time.” You brighten at the thought of Echo being here, in your arms in a few days time. You couldn’t wait.

Echos demeanour shifts, his body stiffening, crossing his arms over his chest and he clears his throat. “Lie back.” His voice is deeper, more authoritative and it excites you immediately. It wasn’t a request. It was an order.

Setting the recording of Echo on your stomach, you lay back, shifting until you’re comfortable, your legs falling open immediately. “Can you see yourself baby?” He asks you and you shake your head, suddenly remembering it was a recording and he couldn’t hear you.

Tossing off the covers you look down at your body, your nipples already hard. “Now that you can see yourself,” Echos voice continues, “I want you to touch yourself. Run your hand down your neck, down your chest. Take your breast in your hand and knead it. Press those beautiful tits together.”

You do as he says, taking your breasts in your hands and kneading them, pressing them together. “Kiss them.” Echo commands and you press soft kisses to them, wishing Echo was here to do it himself.

“Good ad’ika.” Echo praises you. “Now I want you to go lower, over your soft stomach, your hips. Place your hand over you sex.” You hand lays flat, and your fingers want nothing more than to dive into your folds but you have to listen to Echo. You couldn’t disobey him.

“Rub your clit. I wanna hear you.” Echo was now leaning forward, his breath heavy and you know that he was imagining you exactly as you were now and you hoped you could put on a show, like the one he surely pictured in his mind.

“Echo!” You gasp as you rub small circles around your clit, your hips rotating in small circles.

“Now I want you to press your digit against your nub.” You press the top of your finger to your clit. “Now rub up and down. Fast. Just how I know you like it. Don’t be shy, let out those moans baby.”

Your breath hitches as you flick your clit with your fingers, your other hand automatically going to rest on your breast, squeezing it as your hips bucked and you could feel yourself getting wetter with each parting second.

“Wish I could see that glistening pussy of yours sweetheart.” Echo says, bringing your focus back to the recording. “You smell divine. I could eat you out for hours and never get full.” Echo leans back and you can see how hard he was in his undersuit, his cock straining against the fabric and you took pride knowing that it was you who causes him to react that way. “Finger yourself.” He orders and you do, slipping one finger inside and waiting for further instructions.

“Take it out. Suck on it.” You taste yourself on your tongue and you don’t mind it at all, heating pooling in your lower belly as you moan around your own finger, sucking on it, wishing it was Echos cock instead.

“Put it back. Add another, wiggle your fingers.” Echos breaths were coming out in little pants now and he had freed his cock, harshly jerking himself as he closed his eyes, clearly imaging what you were seeing now.

You fingers slip back inside you, a far cry from Echos thick and long digits, your own barely long enough to reach the parts of you that he could. But whether it’s the recording of Echo fisting himself thinking of you, or Echos voice, you’re not sure, but it does it for you and you feel your orgasm start to build.

“You close mesh’la?” Holo-Echo asks and you bite your lip, nodding. “I bet you’re biting you lip right now. You know it drives me wild when you do that.” He says. “I’m close.” You pick up your pace, watching as Echo spills onto his own hands, his cum dripping down his fingers. He pulls them away and wipes them on his pants, leaning forward as if he were at the foot of your bed, watching you pleasuring yourself.

“I’m close.” You reply when Echo asks again.

“Stop.” The words are jarring, Echos gaze dark as you reluctantly pull your fingers from you wet cunt with a squelch, your walls clenching around nothing.

“You’re not to cum until I return. You’re to repeat this holo-vid every night, bringing yourself to the edge but not falling over. I’ll know if you do. And if you’re good. Only if you’re good, then I’ll reward you. Ill fill to tight pussy with my cock and you’ll cum on it only. No other stimulation.” Echo stands up and walks towards the camera.

“Oh, one more thing,” Echo says and you’re hanging on his every word. “I love you.” He gives you a goofy smile before the recording ends and you flop back on your bed, the device still resting on your chest, and you let out a frustrated groan. The next few days better go quick, or you may just combust.

“Echo!” You squeal as he arrives at your door and he picks you up, giving you a big kiss as he spins you around in a circle before setting you down, following you into your apartment.  “I missed you.” You say, pulling him against you again and capturing his lips against yours and you feel the longing in your kiss, from both sides. “How are you?” You ask when you finally pulls away, Echo gazing at you lovingly.

“Better now I’m in your arms.” He replies and you melt, giving him a soft smile. Stars, you loved this man. “Did you get the recording I sent you?” He asks tentatively, taking your hands in his.

You nod. “If I didn’t love you I would have not let you in. You were an ass Echo, making me wait, not letting me cum.”

Echo chuckles. “It will be better for you, I think. At least, that’s what Fives said.” You round on him and he holds up your hands and kisses your knuckles to appease you. “I’m sorry! He caught me. I was so wrapped up in recording the holo for you I didn’t exactly clean up well. He spotted the stain on my undersuit immediately.” You roll your eyes at Fives. “Should I be concerned that he knows what a semen stain is that quickly?” Echo ponders.

“Echo, focus!” You say, snapping your fingers in front of his face and he shakes himself out of it, leaning forward to kiss you again. “Better.” You say, smiling against his lips. “Hungry?”

“Starving, but not for food.” Echo says with a glint in his eye, tugging you straight towards the bedroom, pressing you up against the wall as he kisses you hungrily. He presses your hands against the wall above your head, pinned by his own strong hands as he presses his body against yours, kissing you and rutting against you.

"Amour.” You say simply and Echo springs off you.

“Sorry.” He says sheepishly, quickly shedding his armour and returning to his position. He then works his way down your body, tugging off your clothes, pausing when he realises you weren’t wearing anything underneath it. He looks at you curiously.

“I was prepared.” You reply with a shrug and Echo lets out a guttural groan, pulling you towards the bed, pressing you against the mattress as you bodies writhe against each other and it’s a little desperate, the way your hips buck against one another. Its Echos fault really. It had been days since you’d had your last release, following his instructions nightly until he returned. You couldn’t for him to just fuck you already.

Echo kisses down your body, settling himself between your legs, your cunt already dripping for him. “You’re already so wet for me mesh’la.” Echo says, pressing a kiss to your clit.

“I swear to the maker Echo, if you don’t kriffing fill me already I’m going to cut you off forever.” You grumble as his fingers trail up and down your thighs, around your sex but never going to where you needed him to.

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“Echo.” You say warningly.

“Another word and I wont fuck your tight little cunt like you want me to. I’ll edge you over and over until you cant think, until you’re begging for me.” The confident Echo from the recording shows himself again and you clamp your mouth shut and Echos eyes rake over you hungrily.

“You like taking orders from me mesh’la? Does it turn you on?” Echo presses a finger inside your cunt, pumping his finger in and out, working you up before pulling his finger out and putting it in him mouth, moaning as he tastes you. “Its better from the source.”

Echo places his mouth over you, but he doesn’t suck your clit, instead, he fucks you with his tongue, hands gripping your inner thighs that you’re sure will leave a mark. And that excited, you. You cant hold in your moans, letting them out unabashedly, Echo encouraging you by fucking you fast, harder, adding a finger next to his tongue, working you up before pulling away again and you whine.

“Ready to beg?” Echo asks and you consider it. Yes, you wanted him to just fuck you already but part of you wanted to test him, be defiant. Your sex-addled mind desperate for release wins out.

“Yes sir, please fuck me, please fill my tight cunt with your huge cock.”

Echo lunges for your lips, pressing himself against you as he pushes his cock into your tight hole and your head tips back and you moan his name as he slides all the way inside you. “Your walls are constricting my cock mesh’la. Like they were made for me.”

“Echo please,” You pant. “Please move. Fuck my tight pussy.”

Echo draws his hips back before snapping them forward and your walls tingle from the sensation, your hands gripping Echos back as he finally fucks into you, deep and steady and with how many times you had been worked up only to be left high and dry over the past few cycles, it does not take long at all for your orgasm to build.

Echo pulls back, rolling his hips against yours, removing the pressure of his pelvic on your clit, determine to follow through with his promise and make you cum on his cock only. “Ech, Echo, I, I-“ you don’t finish your sentence, your orgasm ripping through you, white lights blurring your vision and the only thing you can feel is Echo inside you and you register him finding his own release, draping himself over your body and burying his face against your neck as you feel him shoot his load deep inside you.

Eventually he rolls off you and you lie side by side, hands together as you come down from the pure bliss you just felt. Echo turns his head to look at you and you look at him, grinning. “Good?” He asks.

“Echo, that was amazing.”

“Wasn’t too much?” He replies, scooping you into his arms and holding you against his chest, you fingers tracing through his hair.

“Perfect.”

Chapter Text

“Crosshairs fingers are definitely longer, and slender than yours, Tech.” You say, currently seated next to Crosshair and Tech at Techs workbench, your legs flung over Crosshairs thighs. Tech had been working on something with Crosshairs help when you had bundled in, excited to see your boys after they returned from their latest mission to Kamino.

Shoving them aside, you had slotted yourself between them, observing to begin with until you had grown bored, grabbing Crosshairs hand and inspecting his digits. Crosshair was only putting up with you manhandling him was because he missed you, even though he wouldn’t admit, even if he were dying.

Snatching Techs hands, you turn it over in your hand, pinching his index finger and running your fingers along his index finger. “Techs are thicker, more calloused and…dirty.” You realise, dropping Techs hand and Crosshair smirks.

“Its just a bit of grease dear; its still cleaner than Wreckers bunk.” Even though he wasn’t there, you hear Wreckers mental Hey! at his brothers comment and you smile. Hunter and Wrecker were off somewhere else, not that you knew where.

“My fingers are better.” Crosshair declares.

“Better at what?” Tech inquires.

“At making them cum.”

Tech scoffs as you roll your eyes at Crosshair who gives you a cheeky wink and your head tilts slightly with realisation. He was up to something.

“I don’t know what your hypothesis is based on Crosshair. Might I remind you that I was the first one to make them squirt.” Tech says.

“Only because I was stuck at the range teaching those fucking cadets.” Crosshair growls.

“A wager, perhaps.” Tech says as if Crosshair hadn’t led him to this exact proposition. “Whoever makes them squirt, wins.”

“Wins what?” You ask.

Tech considers your question. “A solo date night perhaps. I could take you to one of the research labs and show you all the flowers Kaminoans are trying to clone.”

“Or we could skip rocks off the top of the facility.” Crosshair says. “Oh, and whoever wins gets to have sex with you.”

“A worthy prize. I accept.”

“Good. A few ground rules.” You tune out while they discuss the rules, really only hearing one while you play with Crosshairs fingers: they can use their fingers only, nothing else. Crosshair suddenly shoves your legs off him and stands up, stretching like a lithe lothcat, Tech also getting up to go wash his hands. Good. At least he was being hygienic.

You settle yourself on Crosshairs bunk, since Techs was occupied with wires and de-constructed gadgets, Crosshair smirking at Tech as if it were a sign who would come out on top. Not really feeling like you could be bothered taking off the top half of your undersuit, you leave it on, shucking off the bottom half. You pause at your underwear until Crosshair makes that decision for you, yanking it off your body and stuffing it in his pocket.

“Lizard-Toad-Snake?” Crosshair says to Tech, holding out his closed fist.

“Obviously.” Tech replies, also holding out his fist and the shake them three times before throwing out their choice, Crosshair looking smug when he beats Tech.

“You’re becoming predictable, brother.” Crosshair says as he kneels between your legs, licking his lips at the sight of you laid bare for him.

He stretches out his fingers before reaching for your sex, starting off with slow circular motions on your clit to get you worked up, until you’re grinding your hips in time with his movements, desperate for more friction. He then varies his pace, keeping you on your toes, working you up.

And pulling away just before you cum.

“Rude.” You say to Crosshair, poking out your tongue playfully, taking the moment to catch your breath.

Crosshair responds by pressing his index finger inside your now wet cunt, sliding it in and out to start with before flicking the tip rapidly, causing your breath to hitch as he keeps it up, once again pulling out just before you reach your peak and this time you curse at him.

Once your heartrate settles down into a normal pace, Crosshair re-inserts his finger, this time adding a third, hooking the pads of his finger to graze over your g-spot, enjoying himself as he watches you fall apart above him.

He keeps this up for a while, edging you over and over until you’re incoherent, babbling at Crosshair to just let you cum already and he grins at you as he places all four digits into your dripping cunt, almost fisting you, pumping them in and out rapidly and you feel the pressure build and build until it finally snaps, and you convulse around Crosshairs fingers, trying to pull them closer inside your body.

“Looks like you failed, brother.” Its Techs turn to be smug, Crosshair failing to make you squirt and Crosshair scowls.

“Thanks?” You say sheepishly to Crosshair as he stalks off in a huff and you smile at his retreating back.

“I will be able to show the three-hundred and fourty-six different species currently being propagated in the labs, perhaps tomorrow night?” Tech says as he settles himself between your legs, rubbing up and down your thighs as he gives you a few minutes to recover after Crosshairs turn.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself Tech.” You reply with a wink.

“I have caused this reaction in you multiple times; I am certain I can win.”

You gesture to your sex with your hand and Tech takes the invitation, sliding his fingers in easily and almost caressing your inner walls. Tech isn’t as much of a tease as Crosshair, although just as determined, fucking you with his fingers at a different angle to what Crosshair did until your orgasm is building quickly and with a shout of Techs name you cum all over his fingers.

“Looks like you didn’t win after all.” Crosshair says, looking over from where he had sat down at the table, arms crossed but looking less annoyed than he did before.

“We should give them a small break, and then perhaps try another round.” Tech says, bending forward to press a kiss to your lips before getting up and joining Crosshair.

They talk among themselves and are paying no attention to you so you take the opportunity, nipping over to Techs storage locker and grabbing the vibrator you were looking for and the boys watch you curiously as you re-settle yourself on Crosshairs bed, bum safely on the towel.

You let your legs fall open, fingering yourself just the way you like it, biting your lip and moaning and when you’re panting, you remove your own fingers and slide in the vibrator, the angle perfect for you were after. Turning it on to the highest setting and closing your eyes, you focus on the way your whole body thrums and you thrust the toy rapidly, making sure to press it against your g-spot and you feel the tension start to build after after a few moments you yell Crosshair and Techs name as you cum, gushing as you do, thoroughly wetting the towel underneath you.

After opening your eyes, you realised the boys were right by the bed, palming their cocks through their undersuit.

“You’ve been practicing those mental exercises I taught you, have you pet?” Tech says and you nod. “I believe that means I can attribute the event to me.”

“No, that’s not how it works.” Crosshair growls.

“Don’t be a sore loser Crosshair.” Tech says as he starts to shed his clothing and you shimmy out of the bed and pull your clothes back on, Tech and Crosshair standing there, now both naked and their cocks standing at attention.

“Since neither of you won, no release for you.” You say, and head for the door.

“That’s not fair!” Tech yells and you turn around when you reach the door, winking.

Just before you go, you pause, realising Tech had closed his eyes and was chanting something you couldn’t hear.

“Naked Kaminoans? Tech I didn’t know you were into those longnecks.” Crosshair teases and you see Tech shoot him a glare.

“I am trying to get rid of my erection.” Tech says. “Since I am getting no help from you.” Tech says, pointing at you.

You laugh as you go, leaving your boys high and dry.

Chapter Text

Just…a little bit…further. You think, crawling on your belly towards the control panel to set off the sequence that would destroy the whole Separatist base, the droids thinking you were dead after you got caught by some shrapnel from an explosion Wrecker set off accidentally.

Using your dirty and shredded hands, you slowly pull yourself up onto the console with a grunt, leaning on it heavily as you pant from the exertion, adrenaline keeping you from collapsing from the wound you could feel throbbing in your hip. You clench your hand into a fist and thump the button, letting yourself slide back down to the ground. Then everything goes black.

“This is your fault, Wrecker! You should have been more careful!” You hear Hunters angry voice echoing through the Marauder, the steady thrum of the ship signalling you were in hyperspace.

“I didn’t know they were going for the control!” Wrecker replies.

“No sense for self-preservation, that one.” Tech adds unhelpfully.

Your sharp inhale of breath as you try to lift yourself up alerts them to the fact you had woken up and once Hunter starts yelling at you, you wished you had of remained unconscious all the way to Kamino.

“What were you thinking! You disobeyed orders! I told you to get out of there and what did you do? Got cut to shreds!” Hunter shouts as he looms over you.

“You could have died!” Echo says, not as loud as Hunter but clearly just as annoyed with you.

“I did what I thought was right.” You say defiantly. “Now get out.”

“If you think this conversation is over you are sorely mistaken.” Hunter growls.

“Get. Out.” You say through gritted teeth and when they make no movement to leave you shout, “TECH!” and he comes in, shooing his brothers out of the way.

“While I do not approve of their tone, they do have a point ad’ika. You unnecessarily put yourself in danger.” You groan in frustration. You were never going to hear the end of it. “Thankfully the wound did not hit any major arteries; you just lost a lot of blood. It is lucky that us clones are the universal donors.”

“Who-“

“Crosshair, if you must know. Hunter and Echo were too furious to sit still, Wrecker hates needles and I needed to work on you.” Tech says.

“I’ll send him flowers. Black ones.” You say grumpily. “Or a new part for his Firepuncher.”

“I must leave you now since we are about to arrive back on Kamino. Rest. You should be back to normal again by the time we land.” Tech says, leaving you alone and you close your eyes and fall back asleep.

The thunk of the ship landing jolts you awake and you slowly get up, twisting your torso to check out your movement, nodding when you realised it was like it never happened. And that Hunter and Echo had overreacted, maybe ready to apologize.

You were so, so wrong.

“Our conversation from earlier is not done.” Hunter says as soon as you make it back to their barracks, Wrecker going over to the wall to carve in the new successful mission numbers.

“I think it is. I’m fine. Just peachy.” You reply snarkily, getting up in his face and Hunter crosses his arms over his chest, scowling at you.

“Do you not care about your own mortality at all? Who you leave behind? Your family? Us?” He growls.

“No, actually, I don’t. This is what I was made for Hunter. I held my first weapon at the age of six. Trained every night after my studies. Fought with my family. It is my right to die on the battlefield. You won’t take that away from me.”

Echo says your name gently, hand reaching out to touch your arm and your head whips to glare at him. “We only worry about you. You mean a lot to us, if you hadn’t realised.”

You deflate a bit. Echo was right, as much as you didn’t want to admit it. Dying in battle, that might have been the old you, had you have stayed on your home planet. But you wanted more, a life, so you joined the GAR, which is where you were assigned to the Bad Batch. They were also your family and you couldn’t bear it if you lost one of them on the battlefield.

“I’m going to train.” You say, shrugging off Echo and pushing past Hunter and leaving the barracks.

Crosshair comes into your training room about an hour later, sitting lazily on the bench that surrounded the floor. You ignore him, moving swiftly, bow staff in your hand, the weapon of your people. A stab to the stomach takes out one holo-droid, a swift swing takes off the head of another, the third getting the point to the back as you used the staff to leap over it, the last dissipating as you throw the staff straight through its chest, the beautifully carved piece of wood and metal clattering loudly against the wall.

Panting, you go pick it up and check it for any damage. Finding none, you turn to Crosshair. “Care to join me for a round?”

Crosshair raises his eyebrow but says nothing and you snort. He knows he wouldn’t even come close to beating you.

Walking over to the datapad, you press the button and crouch into ready position, staff pointed out as the holo-droids shimmer to life again.

Wrecker wanders in just as your finishing up, drinking deeply from the canteen that Crosshair had silently passed you. “Please go talk to them,” he begs, “They wont shut-up. This is the angriest ive ever seen him and that includes when Hunter stole his bandana to put a time release hair dye in it.”

Crosshair chuckles at the memory.

“No.” You reply, heading out of the room to the weapons lockers and the boys follow you as you put your precious weapon away carefully, kissing it before closing the locker door and turning around.

“But-“

“The answer is no, Wrecker.” You reply, folding your arms across your chest.

“You should talk to them.” Crosshair says quietly, eyes piercing into yours.

You let out a big sigh and drop your hands to your sides. “Fine.”

“Why’d you listen to him and not me?” Wrecker moans as Crosshair looks at him, smug.

“Because I’m their favourite.” Crosshair says, squaring off against Wrecker.

“Nu-uh!” Wrecker replies and with a shake of your head you duck out before they go a few rounds sparring. As much as you wanted to watch Wrecker toss Cross around like a sack of potatoes, you did need to go talk to Hunter and Echo.

When the door opens to your barracks, both Hunter and Echo turn to look at you, clearly having been speaking amongst themselves prior to your arrival. Tech is nowhere to be found.

“We wanted to apologize.” Hunter starts, nodding to Echo.

“Without the risk you took, we never would have taken out that base. And because the base is gone, that planet is freed.” Echo adds.

“We just wish you didn’t nearly get yourself killed in the process. We care about you mesh’la. We don’t want to see you get hurt.” Hunter finishes.

“I know.” You reply, holding out your arms and your boys come over to your, Hunter pressing himself against your front and Echo against your back. “Sometimes I get so wrapped up in the mission that I forget what really matters. Being here, alive, with you.”

Hunter takes your face in his hands and kisses you deeply before pulling away. “Still, you’re terrible at following orders.”

“I am, am I?” You reply playfully. “I thought that was a pre-requisite of joining this squad.”

Hunter and Echo chuckle before Echo nods at Hunter as his expression darkens. “Still, I think you need to show your Sergeant how you can follow orders.”

“I outrank you, you know.”

“So mouthy.” Echo says as he clamps a hand over your mouth and you have a glint in your eye as you begin tracing your name with your tongue on Echos gloved palm.

“I think teaching them to follow orders is a good idea Hunter.” Echo says.

“And we can put that mouth to good use.” Hunter adds.

Echo lifts his hand and poises his fingers just in front of your lips. “Bite.” He says and you take the fabric of the glove between your teeth and pull, the glove coming off. You let it fall to the ground as Echo slides his fingers in your mouth and you suck hard on them, Echos breath hitching.

After spending a few moments doing this, Echo pulls them from your mouth as Hunter undoes your pants and Echo sticks his still wet digits into your panties, taking you clit between them and rubbing small circles and your hips buck, bumping them into Hunter who groans.

“Echo!” You moan.

“Did we say you could speak?” Hunter growls and you shake your head. “Good. You can listen to us. Follow our orders and maybe we’ll let you cum.”

“On your knees.” Echo commands and you drop instantly, ignoring the pain as your knees hit the hard floor.

Both Echo and Hunter quickly strip naked, both standing in front of you, their cocks proudly standing at attention.

“Suck.” They say at the same time, and you first take Hunter into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down his shaft, laying your tongue flat against the underside of his cock before swirling your tongue around the head and Hunter moans above you.

Echo clears his throat, tapping his cock against the side of your mouth and you release Hunter, taking Echo into your mouth, changing the motions of your tongue slightly in the way you know he likes. As Echo gets lost in the sensation, Hunter grabs your hand and places it on his cock and you stroke him in time to your movements on Echo.

Desperate for friction, your try to press your legs together but Hunter notices, kicking your knees apart every time they start to inch closer together.

“Such a brat. So desperate for us.” Hunter says as you release Echo from your mouth and take him into your other hand, stroking them in tandem.

“I bet you’re dripping.” Echo says.

“I can smell it vod, practically gushing at sucking our cocks.” Hunter replies. “Such a pretty thing, going to waste. Should bottle it up and sell it. We could make millions.”

Your skin flushes at that comment. You knew they enjoyed being between your legs, said you were the sweetest thing they’d ever tasted, but this, this was high praise.

“You see that Hunter?”

“I did Echo.”

Your eyes plead with them to help you, desperate for them as they said but you know better than to say anything. Mouthing off would only deny the release you desperately needed.

“Look at that Echo,” Hunter says, catching your look and tracing a finger down your jaw before hoisting you back up to standing. “They’re learning.”

“Good, I’m not sure how much longer I could hold out-“ Echo says, the act dropping a little for him.

“Focus, corporal.” Hunter snaps and Echo stiffens at attention. “Bend over.” He says to you, and you do, facing away from them and Hunter rips off the rest of your clothing before bringing his hand against your ass cheek. “That’s for disobeying orders.” His hand comes down again, a bit harder this time and it stings a little. “That’s for nearly dying.”

Its Echo who delivers the third and final blow and your whole-body jolts forward, the intensity taking you by surprise. “And that’s for being mouthy.”

“I’m sorry sirs, I didn’t mean to. Please help me. I need you.” You whine.

“You want to go first?” Hunter asks, turning to Echo and he nods and you look over at Echo as he kneels on the ground behind you, grabbing your ass and bringing your cunt to his face, swirling his tongue in your soaked entrance, pressing inside and flicking it rapidly.

“Echo!” You moan.

Echo continues to eat you out as Hunter walks over to stand in front of you and you take his cock back into your mouth, gripping his ass for support as your legs started to shake ad your release grew closer.

At the last second, Echo pulls away and your whine around Hunters cock. “You haven’t earned it yet.” Hunters says, looking down at you.

“They’re ready for us sarge.” Echo says and Hunter steps back before sweeping you up into his arms and carrying you to his bunk, dropping you unceremoniously on the thin mat.

“On all fours.” Hunter says and you scramble up into position, Hunter placing his hands on your waist and bring you to his cock, entering you in one swift movement that has you both moaning, your moans muffled by Echos cock, who was standing on the side of the bunk, your head tilted to take him.

You get lost in the sensation, Hunter thrusting into you steadily, Echos heavy cock on your tongue and you close your eyes. “Look at me.” Echo growls and you snap your eyes open, catching his as they stare at you lustfully.

Hunter suddenly pulls out, shoving Echo out of the way to insert his cock into your mouth and with one thrust he cums, ropes of his seed coating your mouth which you swallow dutifully.

Echo takes Hunters previous position, pistoning into you, grunting with the effort, the pace he was setting.

“Do you think they deserve release?” Hunter asks.

“Maybe.” Echo says non-committedly.

You plead with Hunter with your eyes and he can’t resist you. “Let ‘em cum.” He says, wandering away, Echo taking your sensitive nub between his fingers again and with two quick rubs you spasm all over his cock as you cum, Echo following quickly behind you.

He finally pulls out and Hunter hands him a cloth and he gently cleans you up as you collapse onto the bed. Hunter kneels by your head and brushes away an eyelash that sat on your cheek. “You did so well for us cya’re.” He coos and you give him a sleepy smile. You were worn out from the mission, your workout and then…this.

“Perfect.” Echo adds, kissing your lower back

“Sleep.” Hunter says.

“Is that an order?” You mumble, already halfway there.

“No, because then you won’t follow it.” Hunter chuckles and you smile as you drift off to sleep.

Chapter Text

You smile fondly as you work through your budgets, the steady thrum of the chatter and music downstairs bringing you comfort. You run a hand down your lekku, painted with the most intricate patterns, the tips resting on your breasts, your outfit skimpy, but somehow formal at the same time. Perfect considering you were the owner of the high-end sex club on Ryloth, a haven for those who had been sold in slavery, a chance for them to make a new start.

Some of them still worked with client, growing fond of the work now that they were paid handsomely for it. Others stepped as far away as possible, taking up bartending or cleaning jobs. All of your employees, both female and male, were well cared for. They were happy.

All clients had to sign a contract upon entry, also signed by the worker, a list of acts they would partake in. For the most part, you had no trouble. One slimy man, some higher up silver spoon Republic officer had forced one of your girls to do something they had not consented to.

Well, lets just say that you didn’t get your legal degree from one of the galaxy’s top universities for it to go to waste, swiftly and publicly brought to justice, ruining him politically and personally. You had used the settlement to buy the building next door and expand.

One of your workers, Pirya, knocks on the door, poking her head around the heavy frame when you call for them to enter. “M’am, there’s a Commander Crosshair and Captain Howzer here to see you.”

“Send them up.” You say and Pirya nods, leaving you alone.

Kicking your feet up on the desk in front of you, you think about how you had first met the two clones.

Knock knock. The knock on your door is timid. It must be someone new, you surmised. None of those who had been here for a while even bothered knocking, strolling into your office like they owner it. You didn’t mind. This was their place as much as yours.

“Come in!” You call and a young twi’lek, perhaps twenty standard years of age pokes her head around the door, wearing clothes that were more conservative than was usual, her light pink skin covered in white markings, mostly hidden by her clothes. By her demeanour, you note that she was likely one of the newly rescued girls that Isval had sent your way. Usually you would have greeted them personally but a business matter had called you away, only returning hours prior.

She bows as she enters. “You don’t need to do that here.” You say softly to her, dropping down so you could look up at her and she raises to full height. You remain below.

“Sorry ma’am, the others said I had nothing to worry about.” She ducks her head and you stand, opening out your arms and she steps into them, burying her head against your chest. You stroke her lekku as she sobs.

You were essentially their mother, their aunt, their guardian. “You don’t. No-one will ever hurt you again.” You say softly.

“Thank-you.”

“No, thank you. You had the willpower to survive, not knowing what the next day would bring.”

“Why are you so nice?” It’s not accusatory, more in disbelief.

“A story for another time, child. What did they send you up here for?” You ask gently.

“They sent me to let you know that we’re understaffed. Ruho called in sick, as did a few others.”

You purse your lips. Pirya was meant to tell you things like this as your second. The girl, and you realise you hadn’t yet asked her name, seems to know what you were thinking.

“Pirya is busy, covering some of the other clients for those not here, she tried. She didn’t want you to think she failed.” You understood, only having promoted Pirya recently, and this was the first time you had been away since.

Pirya often worked the bar, kept an eye on things downstairs. If it were busy and clients waiting she would step up and help, leaving the tenders short.

“This is exactly why I promoted her to begin with. Are you right to go back to work? You can take your time here in you need a break.” You ask her, pulling tentatively away and she looks brighter, happier.

“I am right to go back to work. Thank-you. I understand why they sent me now.” You smile at her. “Whats your name?” You ask.

“Olea.”

“That’s a pretty name, Olea. Just know you are always welcome.”

“Thank-you M’am.” Olea gives a small curtsy, perhaps out of habit before disappearing through the door.

You tidy up your things and head downstairs.

“Thought you could pull a fast one on me eh?”

Pirya shouts your name as she startles, unaware that you had snuck up behind her as she re-applied lipstick behind the bar, clearly just having finished up with a client. She turns and scowls playfully at you, your tone having been light and teasing. “I should have told you.” She says with a sigh.

“It’s okay Pirya. We’ve never had this many sick before. Is there something spreading through the club?”

“No.” Pirya says. “We test our staff daily and you know the clients have to produce a clean bill before we accept them. A few of them went out after work last night. If you ask me, they’re just hung over.”

“I’ll have to talk to them.”

“Oh, you don’t need to do that. They were just celebrating the newest group of newbies.”

“I believe I just met one of them, Olea?”

“Yeah.” Pirya confirms. “She didn’t have it quite as bad of the others, but you can’t really measure trauma on an individual scale.”

You hum in agreement. “Do you have any more clients?” You ask, watching them mill about, your ‘gods’ and ‘godesses’ as you called them working the room, seemingly enjoying themselves as they hung on their clients who looked equally as happy.

“Yeah.” She says. “Think you can cover the bar? It’s been a while.”

“You think I’ve lost my touch?” You challenge.

“Take on a client and we can find out.” She counters, her eyes full of mirth and you grin at her.

“If I find the right one, I might just do that.” Pirya gapes at you, mouth open as you chuckle, leaving her to do her fish impression as you head to the bar, talking with your staff who seem excited for you to be there.

The night passes quickly, the energy levels in the club never dampening and you have fun, and you realise you really needed to get down here more and not spend so many nights holed up in your office.

“You’ve caught the eyes of some soldiers.” Olea says to you as you dry some glasses. She had warmed up to you instantly, and over the course of the evening you had become fast friends. “They’re cute.” She ventures.

“I don’t take clients these days.”

“I heard that the one with the hair is a great lover. He’s been here a few times before apparently. Howzer, I think his name is.”

“And the other one?”

“Don’t know, with the way clones are named his name is probably something silly like Crosshair, with a tattoo like that.”

Olea gets flagged down and she traipses off to go make the drinks and you catch the eye of the one name Howzer, who smiles at you. Turning and dropping his gaze, you grab a few bottles of the shelf and begin mixing, sending Olea off with your drinks.

“Compliments of the owner.” You can’t hear her say the words from this distance over the din of the club, but that is what you told her to say as she sets the custom drinks in front on them. They both raises their glasses to you when you catch you eye and you wink.

“His name is Crosshair.” Olea says when she returns, and you stifle a laugh. “I knew I should have put some credits on it.” She chuckles to herself. “They asked about you.”

“What did you tell them?” Your eyes catch Crosshairs and his gaze his hard, eyes trained on yours, a far cry from the soft eyes of Howzer. They seemed to be opposites of eachother so what they were doing spending time together was beyond you. Crosshair winks and you pull your eyes away and bring your attention back to Olea who had been talking this whole time.

“…so I told them your name and that you don’t take clients.” She finishes.

“Good girl.”

Olea is called away once again and Pirya sidles up behind you. “I’ve finished with my clients for the evening and things are winding down. I think you’re relieved of your duty.”

“I’ll relieve you of your duty if you’re not careful.”

“Always with the threats. You have never once followed through with them.” Priya jokes, playfully rolling her eyes at you.

“It would be more paperwork if I did.” You reply jokingly and she laughs, as does you and Pirya gently pushes you towards the stairs that would take you back to your office.

You pause at the base of them, turning to see both Crosshair and Howzer watching you and your subconsciously stroke your lekku before you realise you were staring. Shaking yourself out of whatever hold these two men seemed to have over you, you turn and ascend the stairs.

They’d turned up more frequently after that night, always asking about you to whoever was working, Crosshair being a downright pest, Howzer charming them to make up for his nuisance of a compatriot.

Curious by the two clones, you invite them up into your office and the difference between them when they step inside is immediate: Howzer looking around the room in awe at the furnishings, Crosshair eyeing off every inch critically before his eyes rest on you, staring.

You were unperturbed. “Can I help you both?” You ask lightly, resting your elbows on the desk in front of you, your chin rest on your open palms. You knew they had clear sight of your breasts through the gap, your clothes barely there. Howzer politely looks away, Crosshair stares, gaze hardening.

“Uh, we just wanted to compliment you on an excellent business.” Howzer stammers.

“Shut up, Howzer.” Crosshair barks and Howzer falls silent, and your eyes soften as they look at him. “You know exactly why we are here.”

“Do I?” You play coy, enjoying riling them up.

“I’ve seen the way you look at us. You decline our requests to be your clients-“

“Because you have no credits.” You cut Crosshair off with a quirk of your eyebrow. “You couldn’t afford me.” Your eyes rake up Crosshairs body, appraising him, challenging him.

“You couldn’t handle me.” He spits back, crossing his arms over his chest angrily.

“How about this.” You propose, lifting yourself off the desk and leaning back in your chair, spreading your legs and you hear Howzer gulp as it reveals your inner thighs. “I’ll handle you both, separately. Whoever is best, I’ll take on as my client. Free of charge. For stress relief only. I don’t do attachments.”

“Enjoy it while it lasts, reg.” Crosshair shoots at Howzer who looks a little resigned. Standing up, you walk over to Howzer, making sure to sway your lips as his eyes are fixed on your body, the way you move with each step. Your hands drape over his body, mouth against his ear.

“Just means you’ll have to try harder.” You whisper, pulling back and winking at him. Howzer nods robotically and you gesture to the couch.

“I’d rather not watch, M’am.” Howzer says politely.

“Perhaps this might help.” You reply, pulling a strip of satin from where it twisted up and down your lekku, tying it around Howzers head and placing your arms on his shoulders, guiding him to the couch. “Now you don’t have to watch, but you can listen.”

“Well soldier?” You ask, sidling up to Crosshair and draping your hands arounds his neck. “Lets see who can handle whom, hey?”

Crosshairs hands immediately fly to your ass, digging his fingers into the flesh, needing the meat there as he attacks your neck, sucking down on the skin which has you smiling. He was so precise with your pulse points.

He presses kisses up your neck, to your jaw, and then finally, your mouth, pressing his lips against yours, pushing your lips apart with his tongue, slipping it into your mouth as his fingers trace across the fabric of you pants to slide up the seam of your legs, into the edge of your skimpy pants and into your panties, running his finger down your slit before pushing it inside you and you moan against his mouth.

This boldens Crosshair and he slips a second finger in, working you open, your body responding by arching against your touch. In a swift movement, he yanks your pants down and you kick them off your feet, your top following it until you were standing bare in front of Crosshair, the only skin of his available to you was his neck and head. You grab his jaw and hold his gaze, Crosshairs eyes hungry and dark. “Your turn, pup.”

Crosshair growls. “You’re not the one in charge here.”

“I don’t know Crosshair,” You say, slipping your hand underneath his codpiece and gripping his already hard cock. “Your reaction would beg to differ.”

Crosshair rips your hand from him, and you feign surprise, pouting as you bring your finger to your lips. “You want to see what you do to me?” Crosshair challenges and you nod your head innocently. “Then get on your knees.”

You drop to your knees immediately, Crosshair plucking off his codpiece and tossing it to the ground, the thud muffled by the lush carpet, a fixture you were glad for considering your current position. He frees his cock, staring at your breasts as he jerks himself before offering his cock to you, your head automatically leaning forward to take him in your mouth and you start slow, nothing that it would frustrate him and you’re absolutely right.

“You can take my cock further than that you little slut.” Crosshairs eyes search yours. You know he must of read your file, knew of your past. He was testing your limits to see what he could get away with without making you uncomfortable.

“Yes Crosshair.” You say when you pull of his cock. “I’m your little slut.”

“Good.” Crosshair says, sliding his cock back into your mouth and you relax your jaw as you take him further until he’s hitting the back of your throat, your hand on the base of his cock to make sure he doesn’t go to far, making him think he’s in control.

Crosshair moans as he fucks your mouth, and you pull off as you feel the ripple of a shake in his thighs. “You can’t control yourself.” You say, resting your crossed arms on Crosshair knees, looking up at him with an air of annoyance.

“You have no idea how much control I have. It’s my restraint that’s keeping me from tossing you to the floor and fucking you raw.”

“Did they not teach you manners on your home planet?” You counter, getting a bit fed up with his brash nature.

“You don’t deserve them.”

“Then you don’t deserve me.” You say angrily and Crosshair realises his misstep and his gaze softens.

“Sorry.” He mumbles. “I can get carried away sometimes.”

Your vexed expression turns into one of self-satisfaction and Crosshair growls again when he realised you were playing him. “Who was in charge again?” You smirk.

“I’ll wipe that smirk off your face.” Crosshair says.

“Only if you can catch me.” You’re up and off like a shot, heading straight for you bedroom, Crosshair displaying quick reflexes as he gives chase, pouncing on you and catching your around the middle, your own arms pressed together against his chest. “Now what?” He says darkly.

“Now you fuck me.” You reply, crashing your lips against Crosshairs and its fervent, Crosshair taking your bottom lip between his teeth and biting down on it, causing you to gasp in surprise. He practically tosses you onto the bed, shedding his armour in a movement so practiced you knew he had to have done it in in more dire circumstances than this.

Crosshair climbs over you, and you take in his strong but light figure, your hand grazing over a ninety-nine tattoo on his shoulder. “Don’t ask.” He grumbles, distracting you by nipping at your lips, your neck, your chest. His hands run up and down your lekku.

You give him a final kiss before flipping over so you were on your stomach. “I don’t want to see your ugly mug.” You say over your shoulder.

“You’ll pay for that.” Crosshair says, gripping your thighs as he guides his cock to your sopping entrance, slipping in easily and burying himself all the way and you hear him moan, but stifled, as if he had something in his mouth and didn’t want you to hear.

You turn your head to see Crosshair with your panties stuffed in his mouth. “Shut up.” He mumbles around them, and you go to retort but he pulls out slowly, dragging against your walls and snaps forward, filling you again and you grind your pelvis against the sheets, desperate for friction.

He keeps up a brutal pace, varying his depth an angle until you’re a writhing mess behind him, and by his panting you can tell he’s teetering on the edge too, but neither of you willing to cum first, wanting to make the other break before you do.

You bear down your walls around Crosshair and moan his name, and this becomes too much for the sniper and he bends over you as he spills himself into your tight heat, and you allow yourself to follow, your walls fluttering around him as he rocks against you slowly, both working through your highs.

“I won.” You say when you turn back around, ignoring how Crosshairs spend dripped out of your cunt onto the sheets below you.

“This time.” Crosshair says, leaving the room to grab his clothes and get re-dressed and you follow him, leaning against the bedroom doorframe.

“Assuming that you win.”

Crosshair gives you a look of assuredness, arrogant almost. He was certain he would win. “Goodnight.” He says before leaving, the door shutting behind him.

You walk over to Howzer and his ears prick up, clearly listening to you, his cheeks reddening as you straddle his lap. Your hands reach for the back of his head where the blindfold was tie but he speaks before you can undo the knot.

“Don’t.” He says. “I need to earn the right to see your beauty.”

Your heart melts at Howzer sweet words. Such a contrast from Crosshair. “What do you want me to do for you sweet thing?” You purr and Howzer gulps, shifting uncomfortably as his hands grip his knees and you roll your hips against his and he moans. “I haven’t got an answer.” You tip his jaw up with your finger, Howzer looking up at you, if he could see and you press a gentle kiss to his lips and when you part his lips are parted, his heartrate quickening where your hand was splayed against his chest.

“Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”

“Anything? My plans might be too much for you Captain.”

Howzer lets out a strangled noise as you unclip his armour, having learned from watching Crosshair, palming through his undersuit before removing that, along with his top, being careful to not take the blindfold off with it.

Your fingers trace over the sunburst scars on his chest, similar to the ones on his face and you can’t resist yourself, pressing down to kiss each one, working up his body to his cheek, moving your lips over to cover his, moving against him as you grind into his lap, his cock leaving a trail of precum as it slides against your inner thigh, almost seeking you cunt.

Howzer moans your name as you trail kisses down his body, slipping to the ground and taking your time, running your tongue around his defined muscles, his nipples, until you suddenly lick a stripe up the underside of Howzers cock, the suddenness of it taking him by surprise and his cock twitches.

“You like that?” You ask Howzer, rubbing your hands up his inner thighs.

“Stars, I bet you look beautiful.”

“Want me to remove the bandana?”

“No,” he pants. “Its more intense this way.”

Shrugging, you take him in your mouth, tonguing the slit on the head before running your tongue up and down the ridges of his cock before bobbing your head up and down on his shaft, stroking him lazily with your hand where you mouth couldn’t reach. Howzer starts to babble, arching his back against the seat, hands fisting on his knees and you take them off there and place them on your lekku which he strokes gently and its calming for you.

Howzer gasps, tugging on your lekku and you pull off him, the head of his cock red with arousal. “I, uh,” He stammers.

“You don’t want this to end yet.”

“Yeah.” Howzer breathes out, his hands stroking your lekku again and you make a happy noise in the back of your throat. “I think I’m ready for this thing to come off.” He says, tugging at the blindfold but not undoing it. That was something only you could do apparently.

You tug the knot at the back and it falls off, resting on Howzers shoulder until he bends forward to kiss you and it disappears down the back of the couch. He smiles at you softly as you run your fingers through his hair, nails trailing against the buzzed sides before you close the remaining distance, Howzer kissing you almost needily. Perhaps you could get what you needed from both clones in the future and didn’t have to just pick one.

Howzer pats the couch next to him and you sit down, Howzer immediately sliding off the couch and kneeling in front of you, kissing the tops of your feet before moving up your calves, your thighs, his head near your knees as he looks up at you. “May I?”

You nod and Howzer leans forward, working you gently with his tongue, increasing pressure after every few circles of your nub, his fingers pressing inside you as he slides them in and out. As your hands grip your shoulders, Howzer pauses for a moment to pick them up, bringing them to his lips to kiss your knuckles before placing them on the back of his head.

“I like it when its pulled.” He states, diving back into your folds and your fingers weave their way into his locks, tugging, which causes him to gasp against you, moaning when you do it harder, the vibrations causing your lower body to tingle. He spends a long time between your legs and you’re practically writhing, grinding against his face as he keeps it up until the bubble bursts and your orgasm crashes over you, gripping his hair as you hold him to your sex, Howzer groaning, not leaving the spot between your legs until he’d lapped up every last bit of your release.

“I think you deserve a reward, Howzer.” You say, tracing a finger along his jaw, his pupils blown wide as the gaze up at you. “I would do anything for you.”

Howzer blushes and ducks his head and you’re quick to get him to look at you again. “I was wondering…” He trails off and attempts to look away but your weave your hand back through his hair and tug on it harshly, forcing him to look at you.

“Use your words.” You command.

“Iwouldloveforyoutofuckme.” The words come out jumbled, running into eachother and you wait as Howzer takes a breath. “I would love it if you would fuck me.” He waits, mistaking your pauses while your brain short circuits at the prospect of getting to peg the good captain, your expression downright lustful. “If you’re not comfortable with that, its fine. Its okay.” He says, sounding a bit dejected.

“Howzer,” you say firmly and he looks at you. “I would love nothing more than to kriff that tight ass of yours.” Howzer jolts and you surge forward, crashing your lips to his, wrapping your arms around him, pulling you both up to standing. You grab his hair again, tugging it to expose his neck for you and you dive in, sucking a big fat hickey at the base of his neck, a spot you know he’ll be able to cover by his undersuit.

“Stars.” Howzer says, a bit dazed as you take his hand and guide him to the bedroom, and he lays down.

“Front or back?” You ask as you rummage in your draws for what you needed.

Howzer considers it. “Front. And I want you to really pull on my hair. Make it hurt.”

You frown. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I promise, I like it.” Howzer says confidently and you nod, Howzer now on his stomach, resting his head on his folded arms. You take in his back, a little less marked than the front, working your hands against his skin, relaxing him with each stroke.

When he feels nice and pliable, you turn your attention to the globes of his ass, massaging those before spreading them out to look at his hole. Lubing up your finger, your rim the edge, your hand rubbing comforting circles on your lower back but Howzer doesn’t flinch as you slide the first digit in, almost wiggling back immediately against it as you move deeper and his whole body jerks as you press on his prostate.

“Mmm, yeah. Feels so good.” Howzer says as you massage the nub, adding a second finger and doing the same motion, adding fingers until he was stretched to the width of the cock you were about to use.

You step away for a moment to put the panties on and slide the dildo through the o ring at the front, feeling secure and Howzer watches you over his shoulder, his breathing laboured in anticipation of what was to come.

You generously lather the dildo with lube and position it at his entrance, the head curved downward to massage his prostate with each thrust. “Ready?”

“Please.” Hozwer lets out the biggest moan as you slide forward, his whole back rippling with tension as you rock your hips, the curved edge grazing over his prostate and Howzer is a moaning, panting mess within minutes, practically pushing back on you to get more friction so you up the pace, fucking into him a bit more rapidly.

“You feel so tight around my cock.” You lean over Howzer to whisper in his ear, yanking his hair harshly. “Mmm Howzer, yes, you feel so good. Mmmm, yeah.”

Howzer doesn’t have words, his hands now gripping the headboard as you fuck him and with one hand fisting his hair and the other around his cock, trapped beneath your bodies, Howzer ruts against your hand. “M’gonna, gonna - ah!” You feel Howzers seed spill over your hand and you keep jerking him until he runs dry, slipping out of him and coming back with a cloth to clean up the mess.

Howzer seems unpertubed by lying in his own cum but you were tired and the sheets needed changing so you yank his legs and pull him off the bed and he doesn’t respond, falling on a heap on the floor, rolling onto his back and looking up at the ceiling, a smile etched on his face.

You strip the bed and head off to the laundry and by the time you return Howzer is up again and making the bed, just still naked and you wonder if he realises that.

You climb into bed once hes finished and he hovers awkwardly at the edge of the bed. “I should go.” He says, rubbing the back of his head and looking around for his clothes.

“Do you want to go?” You ask.

“No.”

“Then don’t.”

Howzer slides in next to you and you scoot over to him, throwing an arm over his torso and resting your head on your chest and he strokes up and down your lekku and your upper arms and its nice, and you sigh happily. You lay there together in comfortable silence for several minutes.

Just as you’re drifting off to sleep, Howzer speaks. “I understand if you want to choose Crosshair. Its okay, I won’t be upset.”

“Howzer,” you mumble, thinking about how different they were and would provide each side that you needed, wanted. “Why would I choose one when I could have you both?”

If Howzer says something else, you don’t hear it, drifting off with a smile on your lips.

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Your head is pounding, your muscles hurt and your arm stings where you got grazed by a blaster bolt after the last mission with the Bad Batch went to hell after the GAR gave you the wrong information.

Thankfully, everyone made it out alive and as an apology, had given the squad a few nights shore leave on a safe Republic planet.

Tech opens the door to your room as Wrecker supports most of your weight as you lean against his side, Crosshair and Hunter behind you. You shuffle through the door, Wrecker gently placing you on the couch as Tech gets to work on your wounds, Crosshair heading for the refresher, Hunter sitting down at the desk to get started on the mission report. Once that’s finished and everyone has cleaned up, as a group you just relax, ordering in and joking around with eachother.

“Are you alright dear?” Tech asks as you peter off in the conversation, staring absent-mindedly at the wall. He takes your hand and holds it gently, watching and waiting for your answer.

“Yeah.” Tech seems unsatisfied by your answer, making a little noise of displeasure in his throat. “Im fine. I just cant stop thinking about the mission.”

“Perhaps now would be a good time to try to get you into subspace.” Tech suggests. “It may allow you to distance yourself from these overwhelming feels and replace them with something uplifting. If you want to, otherwise we can just go to bed and cuddle.”

“Subspace?” You ask. You vaguely remember Tech talking about it, but you must not really have been paying attention.

“It is a form of heightened sensitivity where you enter a trance-like state, but detached slightly, like you are not in your own body. It is caused by an influx of endorphins, and adrenaline. Those that have entered this headspace would describe it as ‘floaty’.” Tech explains.

“That mission was pretty stressful.” Wrecker says and you consider it. Perhaps it would be a good idea to try it, get you out of this funk that you had found yourself in.

“Okay, how do you think I will get into it?” You ask.

Tech tilts his head slightly. “Considering your high tolerance for pain, I do not think that would be the route we should take. Perhaps we could restrain you, and use sensory deprivation to assist the transition. I believe edging you will cause this to happen for you.” Tech says.

“You up for that?” Hunter asks, eyes considering you carefully.

“Yeah. I want to spend some time with you guys before that though.”

“You know I love foreplay babe.” Wrecker says.

“We will need to set limits and expectations before this occurs, since when you go into this headspace you will no longer be able to give consent.” Tech says. “What are you soft and hard limits?”

You talk it out with them for a little while, what you are expecting, what you want. Your safe word. When you’re satisfied, you head to the bed, quickly removing your clothes and lying face down, Hunter sitting on your lower back and he begins work massaging your body, his strong hands working their way up your back, thumbs kneading the tight knots in your shoulders before splaying out and gripping your shoulders, working his thumbs again.

Although you can’t see him, Tech lets you know he is behind Hunter and you feel his hand spread your ass cheeks to better access your cunt, his hand stroking your sex, massaging it, thumb slipping inside your hole as his other fingers rub your clit, your body responding immediately, Tech using your arousal on his fingers to glide more smoothly and the ratio of fingers on your clit and in your cunt changes with each pass, Tech pressing his fingers inside you until he’s pumping all four inside you, his other hand taking over the attention on your clit. “Hunter?” Tech asks.

“Not yet.” Hunter replies, leaning down and using his elbow to really get into the muscles on your back. Hunter was the one who could tell exactly when you were about to cum, and therefore, could warn his brothers before you did and ruined this whole experiment.

You were feeling really relaxed with both of the boys working on you, Techs movements causing little moans to escape your lips, happy sighs when Hunter works out a kink in your neck or back. You feel the familiar build up in your body. “Stop.” Hunter commands and you feel Techs hands leave, your body rutting and whining at the loss of touch.

Tech moves away as Hunter shuffles backwards, slotting himself between your legs which he parts, keeping them open with his knees as he slips off his shirt, getting Wrecker and Crosshair to keep them open while he removes his bottoms and you feel Hunter slide his hard cock against your lower back as he leans over you.

“You gonna be good for me mesh’la? Are you walls going to suffocate my cock?”

“Yes Hunter.” You reply.

“Good adi’ka.” Hunter says, patting your ass before positioning his cock at your entrance and slipping in easily, his movements slow as he drags his cock out of you and then pushes in slowly and you push back against him, desperate for more.

“Harder.” You moan and Hunter chuckles darkly.

“Uh-uh.” He says. “I’m in control here.” You stick your hand in your mouth to supress a growl but Hunter doesn’t miss it. “Maybe we should find something else to stuff that mouth with. Crosshairs cock, perhaps?”

Crosshair comes over to you, touching his hand lightly against your shoulder and you look up at him, nodding, lifting your upper body off the bed for Crosshair to slot himself in front of you and his hands grip your shoulders as you take him in your mouth, using your hands on his legs to support your movements and Crosshair watches as his cock disappears into your hot mouth and groans, long and deep. “You take my cock so well mesh’la.”

You hum an affirmative around him and Crosshair grunts as he fucks your mouth, Hunter fucking your cunt and you feel the pressure begin to build again…

…And Hunter pulls himself out of your swiftly and watches as your cunt flutters around nothing, your clit absolutely throbbing from two denied releases.

Hunter moves out of the way and is replaced by Wrecker, who slips his thick cock into you, your slickness and ease of which you took his incredible girth testament to how aroused you were. He drags against your walls with each thrust, his fingers moving in circles around your clit and he moans in frustration when, after less than thirty seconds, Hunter tells him to stop and as he pulls out you wiggle your body, trying to entire Wrecker to fuck you again. If anyone was going to give in, it would be him.

Hunter delivers a slap to your ass, which causes you to take Crosshair deeper and by the tremor you felt in his legs, he was doing very well not to have released himself down your throat. Crosshair seems to hit his limit, tugging you off his cock using your hair and you look up at him through hooded eyes, lips swollen, a small bit of spittle on the corner of your mouth.

“How are you feeling love?” Tech asks, coming into your periphery.

“Equal parts annoyed and aroused.” You reply, giving him a smile and Crosshair smirks at you.

“Do you think you are ready to try?”

“Yeah.” You reply, nodding. You were feeling much more relaxed, your muscles pliable rather than tense and your cunt throbbed for more action.

“Good. We will get your prepared.” Tech says as Crosshair shuffles away from you and Tech turns you over, so you were on your back, taking each of your wrists in turn and securing them to the corner of the bed, Hunter doing the same at your feet as Crosshair tied Hunters bandana over you eyes and Wrecker placed noise-cancelling earbuds in your ears. When the last on slots in you’re taken by how quiet it is, and how you miss seeing your boys and hearing their sounds.

You suppose that was the point, so you focus on what you can feel, which at this moment was a cock slipping into your cunt and from the size you instantly know its Wrecker. A weight settles on your chest, a cock resting at your lips and you open your mouth and as you begin to slurp and suck you know it is Tech, tongue tracing along the thick veing on the underside of his shaft that the others don’t have. Tech must lean his hands back behind him because they begin to fondle your breasts, playing with your nipples.

Next your feel hands on yours, opening up your hands which must be clenched as your body tingles with every thrust of Wreckers, your clit feeling neglected as it throbs with each beat of your heart which at this point was racing. A weight is pressed into each of your hands, your fingers being closed around it and is it begins to move you realise its Crosshair on your left and Hunter on your right, Crosshair cock longer and thinner, Hunters a bit shorter than his other brothers but a little bit thicker.

You get lost in the sensation of all your boys and that’s when it happens; you feel euphoric, like there was nothing there but you and your loves, each using you, giving you pleasure. You’re there, you’re aware of the sensations happening to your body but you’re also above it at the same time, like a third person viewer to your own pleasure which excites you more, seeing yourself, the faces you were making, the way your body trembled, the throbbing of your clit, the sensation of fullness from Wrecker.

You stay in that state for several moments, sitting on the edge of your orgasm as if you were holding it back yourself when suddenly Wreckers digits are on your clit and you tumble over the edge and its sensational, blinding white pleasure coursing your body and you watch as your body arches off the bed, your cunt, mouth and hands becoming sticky as the boys reach their release as well, clearly waiting for you to finish first.

The sensation dropping is jarring as you come down, your eyes flying open under the bandana, suddenly aware of how tight your muscles were, how overstimulated you felt and your body begins to shake.

The boys move swiftly, the blindfold coming off immediately, Techs careful eyes scanning your face, his hand on your jaw, stroking your thumb, taking out the earbuds as Hunter, Crosshair and Wrecker quickly remove the restraints from your arms and legs. Tech steps off to help and as soon as your free you curl up into a tight ball, sobbing.

What comes next is military precision. “Wrecker, scoop them up and hold them, Tech, get a blanket and a snack. Crosshair, get some water.” Hunter orders and you feel yourself be scooped up into Wreckers strong arms, held tightly against his body as you sob, Wrecker patting your hair.

Several things happen at once; Wrecker sets you back down on the bed gently as Hunter tugs the top half of his undersuit over you, pulling a pair of panties up your legs and you inhale his scent, and it comforts you. Wrecker then pulls you back into his arms, this time with your back against his chest, Tech wrapping a blanket over you both as Hunter kneels in front of you, passing you the glass of water which you sip from and when he’s satisfied, he passes you a few flavoured crackers which you munch on, your tears subsiding as your reality settles.

You were safe, you were here with your boys and they loved you. That is what you focussed on.

“Stop scanning them.” Crosshair snaps, likely at Tech and you register the soft whir of his datapad as it waves over your body.

“I have to make sure there is nothing physically wrong. Mentally they are returning to normal.” Tech shoots back.

“Stop it.” Hunter barks at them before returning his attention to you. “How are you feeling?”

“M’tired.” You mumble, exhaustion settling deep in your bones.

“Sleep.” Hunter says, settling in next to you, hands resting on your waist above the blanket, and he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. The bed dips as Tech and Crosshair join you, each resting a hand or arm on your and being surrounded by them, being anchored by their touch, all body pain now gone, you drift off to sleep.

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“Wrecker!” You moan for perhaps the tenth time in the last hour, Wrecker happily set between your legs as he ate you out for as long as you let him. And since you had shore leave, you had time, or so you thought.

“Don’t hog them Wrecker.” Tech snaps from his bunk. “You’re not the only one here who like time with them.”

Granted, it was just yourself, Wrecker and Tech on shore leave. Hunter and Crosshair had gone off on a short mission together, leaving the rest of your squad behind for a few days.

“I don’t hear them asking me to stop to spend time with you.” Wrecker replies.

“Boys, play nice.” You say until a particularly hard suck of your clit has you grabbing the back of Wreckers head to bring him closer to your body.

“A wager then.” Wrecker says, pulling away from your body, his lips shiny with your juices. “Whoever can make them cum faster can have them for our last day of shore leave.”

“What are the parameters of this wager?” Tech replies, curious.

“Do I get a say?” You ask, lifting up your head.

“No.” Tech says.

“Sorry babe, but no.” Wrecker says sheepishly. With a dramatic sigh, you flop your head back onto the pillow and pull your datapad to you, flicking through the holonet while the boys discuss terms which you had not paid attention to. Since it didn’t concern you.

You turn your head to see Tech and Wrecker looking down at you and you raise your eyebrow in question. “Can I help you?”

“We have decided on the terms.”

“Yeah! Whoever can get you to cum first gets you for the full last day of our shore leave.” Wrecker says excitedly and you roll your eyes.

“I heard that part.”

“Articulate as always, Wrecker. You failed to mention that we will each time you to see whose method brings you to orgasm faster. I of course will employ science and our extensive range of toys to win.”

Wrecker shoves Tech and Tech glares at him. “You shouldn’t need toys to make ‘em feel good. I can make them cum with just my mouth.”

“As can I, however, as I wish to win, I will use proven methods to quicker release.”

“When does this happen?” You cut in before the can start bickering again.

“Now.” Wrecker says, tossing off the blanket he had covered you when he had set the wager with Tech. He re-settles himself back between your legs and you lift your hips for him to hook his hands under your ass for better access. “Hit the timer Tech.”

Tech presses a button on his vambrace, keeping his focus on your face alone as Wrecker dives into your folds again, pulling your pussy to his mouth, sucking harshly while his thick digits slip into your already wet cunt and timing his movements, he calls it as you clench around his fingers as you ride out your release.

Tech tosses the vambrace to Wrecker who vacates the space between your legs as Tech takes up residence there, not even bothering to get fully naked, just tugging down his undersuit to free his cock and pulls out the little suction toy from one of the pouches on his leg. At least he wasn’t wearing his boots. “Wrecker.” Tech says and Wrecker starts the timer, Tech wasting no time slipping his cock into your tight heat and thrusting shallowly, turning on the suction toy and holding it to your clit and the dual sensation is overwhelming, especially after your previous orgasm and you cum again, your walls fluttering around Techs cock and he calls it, pulling out of you, not having achieved release himself.

Tech pulls up his undersuit and grabs his datapad where the times had been fed through via his vambrace. “I win.” Tech declares smugly after reviewing the data.

“No fair!” Wrecker moans, grabbing the datapad out of Techs hand and pouting when he realises Tech was telling the truth. The difference was only by a few seconds. “How do I know you weren’t cheatin’?” Wrecker says, placing the datapad on the table and you grab the blanket, tugging it back over your body and turning on your side, cursing quietly at your boys.

“Because I have integrity Wrecker. I would never manipulate results.”

“Best two out of three then. Can’t use the same toys.”

“Fine, it will be all the more superior when I beat you twice.”

“Ready to go again?” Wrecker asks you, turning to look at you but you’d already fallen asleep, mouth slightly open and little puffs of air coming out of your mouth.

“It would appear we have tired them out. If you will excuse me, I require a shower.” Tech says.

“Yeah, a cold one.” Wrecker adds and you hear them grab their stuff and head to the communal refresher. When the door closes you open your eyes, having only feigned sleep. Maybe now you’d get some peace. At least until round two.

Round two comes the next day, Tech waking up you up buried between your legs and you smile sleepily at him and he smiles back at you. “Are you ready for round two, Mesh’la?” He asks.

“I am!” Wrecker says, stumbling over to your bunk and stretching, dressed only in his briefs.

“We would like you to do the timing for this round. That way we cannot accuse each-other of cheating.” Tech says, side-eying Wrecker who pokes his tongue out at Tech in response.

“Who gets to go first?” You ask happily.

“I will. I have discussed this with Wrecker and it is best for you to be sufficiently aroused for when its his turn as not to cause you discomfort.”

Your head whips around to Wrecker and he winks at you. You loved it when he filled you, but to get you there with his size required time, which he didn’t have in this challenge. Tech didn’t realise the advantage he was giving Wrecker.

“What tactics are you employing Tech?” You ask Tech who had left you to rummage around in his locker, clearly looking for something. He returns with a flat vibrator that looked like an oversized pebbled, ridges on one side.

“I maintain science is the best method to bring you to completion the fastest, as evident from my win on the last round.” Tech says smugly. “Ready?” He asks, turning to you and placing the vibrator over your clit and re-positioning himself between your legs. You nod and you press the button on Techs vambrace that Wrecker handed you.

Tech turns on the vibrator and its much stronger than you anticipated, the vibrations causing you to jolt and buck against it and you hear Tech chuckle as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh. With one hand on the toy and gently rubbing your clit, Techs tongue slides into your cunt and he drags it against your walls, flicking it against your g-spot and the sensation coupled with the vibrations has you peaking quickly, your hips jerking as you cum on Techs tongue almost to the point of overstimulation, Tech thankfully removing the toy before that happened.

“Did you press the button when you climaxed?” Tech asks you calmly.

“Yup!” You reply, holding up the vambrace.

“I will allow you four minutes.” Tech says to you as he leaves you, picking up his datapad and reviewing his time, showing it to Wrecker whose determination seems to increase, his face contorting into concentration.

“Four minutes?” You ask, settling yourself back into the cot.

“Your refractory period.” Tech states without looking up from his datapad and as you think back you realise he’s right. He was probably tracking all of it too.

“Times up!” Wrecker says when the datapad chimes and Tech passes you the vambrace again as Wrecker turns away from Tech and lubes up his cock, kneeling between your legs.

“Ready?” He asks.

You nod at Wrecker, grinning at him and you press the timer. Wrecker doesn’t dive in straight away, pressing his fingers into your first, stretching you out swiftly and once he’s satisfied he lines up his cock and pushes forward and you moan loudly at Wrecker filling you to the brim.

“Move Wrecker.” You say, scrambling at his back to get him to do something.

Wrecker starts thrusting and its like every nerve ending is on fire and he doesn’t even need to play with your clit, the movements of his cock in your tight heat enough and you cum quickly – and loudly – moaning Wreckers name and he moans yours as his hips falter and he cums as well, working you both through it with low and slow thrusts until you stop panting.

Wrecker pulls out and you flop backwards, eyes up at the ceiling, a dopey grin on your face. You see Wrecker loom over you, matching your grin as he bends down to give you a kiss before pulling away and you hear him ask Tech what the results were.

“Ha! I win!” Wrecker exclaims.

“I am concerned about your ability to be the tim-keeper dear.” Tech addresses you.

“You’re just saying that ‘cause you LOST!” Wrecker says gleefully.

“Best two out of three…” You mumble and your eyes drift closed again. It was still early after all and it was your day off…

“Im perfectly capable of walking Wrecker.” You say to him that evening after dinner, batting his hands away as Wrecker, Tech and yourself walk back to your barracks. You’re nearly there when Wrecker grabs you around the middle, hoisting you over his shoulder as he sprints to the barracks, Tech scoffing but not making any rush to catch up.

“Sir?” You hear a voice address you and you look perplexed that a pair of legs were talking to you. You lift your upper body to see two regs, Spacer and Hertz look up at your curiously.

“You didn’t see anything.” You say with a wave of your hand.

“I don’t know who you’re fooling; you’re not a Jedi.” Space says with a quirk of his eyebrow.

“These regs bothering you?” Tech says, finally catching up.

“No.” You reply, shooting a look at Tech who was already bristling at the regs. Wrecker knew better by this point seeing as he (and Crosshair) has gotten into more fights earlier on after you joined the Batch. “Don’t you have better things to do?”

“Then see our Commander upside down? No, I don’t think we do.” Hertz says with a smirk.

“Let’s go!” Wrecker whines.

“You didn’t see anything.” You repeat and when Spacer opens his mouth with a retort you cut him off. “Or I’ll tell the whole base I saw you two outside-“

“We don’t need the reminder thank-you.” Spacer says, shaking his head.

“Good-night, Commander.” Hertz says, pulling Spacer away and out of sight.

“You’re friends with those regs?” Wrecker asks as he takes you to their barracks, setting you back down on your feet.

“Im friends with a lot of regs.” You say with a shrug.

“We will make sure you forget all about them.” Tech says, wrapping his arms around your middle and pressing a kiss to the top of your forehead. You tilt your head to the side and Tech kisses you.

“Quit hoggin’ ‘em.” Wrecker says, pulling you out of Techs embrace to give you a passionate kiss and you’re sure it’s for Techs benefit more than yours. You shake your head when Wrecker pulls away.

“Who goes first this time?” You ask, pulling off your clothes, leaving you in your underthings and you see Wreckers cock harden in his undersuit as he watches you, ditching the last of his armour. You look over at Tech and he’s equally as aroused.

“We had not decided. We believe you should make the decision out of fairness.”

You think about it. “Wrecker can go first. Its his turn. Do you need me to time again?”

“No dear, we require more accurate results.” Tech says, picking up a small disc from the table and bringing it over to you, allowing you to inspect it

“What is it?”

“A neural transmitter. We will be able to determine exactly when you orgasm based on your brain activity.”

“You’re taking this seriously then.” You reply, handing the device back to Tech and he places it gently on your temple.

“Of course.” Tech replies.

Walking past Tech, you grab Wreckers hand and lead him to your bunk, sitting down. “Where do you want me?”

“My favourite place mesh’la.”

You smirk at Wrecker as he lies down on the bunk, patting his shoulders and you quickly flick off your panties, tossing them to Tech who you’re sure will be stashing them away for later use. Wrecker brings a hand up to trace down the side of your face before pressing the transmitter and dragging you so you were sitting on his face. He wastes no time, bumping his nose against your clit while his tongue laps at your entrance, pumping his tongue in an out of your hole and Wrecker knows what he’s doing because you’re quickly grinding on his face as you ride out your high, hands pressed against the wall in front of you, the cool durasteel feeling nice against your flushed body.

Winking at Wrecker, you shuffle backwards and turn around so you’re seating on his chest, and he brings his hands to each of your butt cheeks as you lean over his body and take his weeping cock into your mouth, sucking hard, taking the base in your hands, and jerking him off until he cums with a groan, releasing himself in your mouth. When you step off Wrecker you press a kiss to his forehead, and he looks blissed out. “Win or lose, that was worth it.” He says and you chuckle, kissing him once more before going over to Techs bunk.

Tech was already naked, sitting with his legs over the edge, cock already standing at attention and you can’t help it, you reach out to take him in your hand and give him a few strokes, the sound of Techs moans sending jolts of what felt like electricity to your core. “We have four minutes, right?” You say as you continue to pump his length.

“That is-ah!” Tech shouts as you sink to your knees and take his cock into your mouth all the way until he was hitting the back of your throat and his cock twitches against your tongue as you run it flat along the entire shaft, flicking the head with your tongue.

“That has been four minutes.” Tech pants, pulling you away from him.

“Didn’t feel like it.” You comment as Tech pulls you onto his lap.

“Are you ready?” Tech asks you, hand reaching up to the transmitter.

“Are you?”

“Stars, yes.” Tech replies, pressing it and he places his hands on your hips, lifting you and your hand takes his cock, guiding him to your cunt and sliding down onto his length and he captures your lips in a searing kiss as he bobs you up and down his cock and you feel the tension start to build in your lower belly again and taking Techs head in your hands you slam yourself down on his cock, grinding against him until the tension snaps and you’re convulsing around his cock, Tech thrusting up into you as he finds his release as well.

Tech pressed his forehead against yours. “You are perfect cyare.”

“I love you too, Tech.” You reply.

“Well? Who won?” Wrecker asks impatiently and both of you break apart to glare at him. “Sorry.” He says, looking apologetic. Didn’t realise you were having a moment.”

“Its gone now.” You reply, pulling yourself off Tech as he hands you a cloth to clean yourself up with, plucking his datapad off the bed. Tech studies it for several moments before opening his mouth to announce the winner.