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techhasmjolnir · 1 month ago

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Give Me Three, the Gift of One

Tech & Crosshair x F! Reader

Plot: You're having a date night at 79's with the twins, engaging in one of their favorite provocative “games.” After you inadvertently break one of the most important rules, new avenues in your relationship with them open up as they introduce you to their version of punishment, and long hidden desires.

Author's Notes:

This is my first foray into crafting a story that features elements of BDSM. My personal headcanon envisions the twins as being individuals that enjoy and appreciate BDSM for more than the obvious sexual intricacies. While Crosshair is more than capable of being a hard-nosed dom, it isn't something he prefers. If Tech chooses to dominate, he's a true soft dom, more concerned with his partner's pleasure than his.

Miscellaneous Notes:

*The twins and the reader are in a dedicated long term relationship; an ENM (ethically non- monogamous) dynamic is loosely implied.

*The reader is fitted with a contraceptive implant.

*Mirdoc is an OC clone; name is courtesy of @ratcatchinggirl and squad designation is of my choosing.

*This is written in the second person POV with no use of Y/N.

*Word count 20,756

Important Notes: This content is strictly for audiences 18+. The roles in this story assume female readers, Tech, and Crosshair. Concepts introduced include: bondage, dirty talk, DP, F x F sensuality, female ejaculation, impact play, M & F masturbation, M & F oral (giving and receiving), orgasm denial, PiA, PiV, sensory deprivation & play, toys

Date nights with the twins are few and far between lately, and you happily agree to a night out at 79's when they pitch the idea. You immediately regret the decision to meet them there as you step out of the air taxi and pay the Rodian pilot, who starts cursing as he's nearly sideswiped by a reckless speeder. The taxi flies off, leaving you at the promenade outside the club, swarming with people from every corner of the galaxy. While originally catering to military personnel during the Clone Wars, 79's is far more integrated now, a place for clones and non-clone patrons alike.

You look toward both sets of the sliding doors that lead into the club, guarded heavily by bouncer droids. Despite the chaotic milling of people all along the walkway, the entrance queues are surprisingly calm and orderly. Waiting to get into 79's on any weekday is a lesson in patience, but waiting to get into the bustling Coruscanti establishment on a weekend is a lesson in futility at best. An opportunity to potentially get into the club faster presents itself when a mixed group of scantily clad female Twi'leks and a few Bith step out of the line to greet several male Twi'leks and two hulking Wookiees. You move in just as a suave Devaronian attempts to occupy the same spot, shooting him a glare as you bare your teeth in the universal sign of aggression.

“Hey, beautiful, no need for that,” he grumbles, holding up his hands in pacification. “I mean you no harm.” He shoots you a look of contempt as he wanders off muttering, “what a crazy bitch!”

“Is there some sort of problem here?” a low, smooth, and familiar voice asks from behind you.

You turn to see who's speaking to you, a huge smile building as you see Cody's handsome, scarred face. “Cody! It's so good to see you! Didn't expect to see you out tonight,” you exclaim as he reaches for you, pulling you into a crushing hug. “It's been far too long. The guys and I had a conversation last week about how much you've been missed.”

Cody pecks your cheek affectionately, breaking the hug as he rests his hands on your shoulders. “It has been too long...you're right. I've constantly been off world with essentially no breaks, and this is the first night to myself in many rotations. In all seriousness, though, I hope that Devaronian didn't give you any trouble. I only saw him walking away from you, talking to himself.”

Cody's lips trail along the helix of your ear, kissing softly, sending shivers down your spine. You let out a coquettish giggle as he slips an arm around your waist and wraps the other around your shoulder. You brush your nose against his warmly, and he responds with a small kiss on your cheek, followed by another, until he's at the corner of your mouth. Cody's strong arms squeeze you tightly as he makes the move to your mouth for a convincingly romantic kiss. The hand on your waist passes to the small of your back, caressing it tenderly before it comes to stop on your ass and cup one of your cheeks. You let out a quiet gasp as Cody gropes you, using the opportunity to let his tongue slip into your mouth for a fervent kiss.

“I'm fine, Cody. I was a little concerned he might come back with a few “friends” of his before I could get into the club, but he definitely won't now that you're here with me.”

“I won't be for long, mésh'la. I'm meeting a contact in here shortly to acquire some important intel,” Cody replies as he leans in close to your ear. “Don't turn around and look, but you and I are being watched. It's that Devaronian again, and you were right. He's got his crew with him. Just play along with what I'm about to do.”

“Are they still watching?” you ask anxiously as Cody breaks away.

He looks up and out across the throng of people, seeing the Devaronian and his boys no longer staring in your direction, but trying to protect themselves from one of the Wookiees you saw earlier. “Thankfully, no.” He laughs and squeezes your ass again, the arm around your shoulder loosening as his hand takes your chin delicately. “Looks like they managed to piss off those Wookiees, and now they're paying the price. Just stay focused on what I'm doing a little longer...got to keep up appearances, you know.”

You smile softly and run your fingertip over the scar on his left temple, this time sending shivers down his spine. “I'm thinking that dí'kut was running his mouth about the Twi'lek ladies, and the Wookiees took more offense than the Twi'lek men did.”

Cody chuckles softly as he brings you in for another soft kiss, his thumb stroking your chin. “You've been practicing your Mando'a, I see. Tech's been a good instructor, it appears.”

“Not just Tech, Cody. Crosshair's been teaching me, too. I think it's been an important part of bonding with the guys, learning about the clones' Mandalorian roots and keeping tradition alive.”

He nods thoughtfully before his mouth comes to your neck, warm lips leaving open mouthed kisses upon it. “We're going to skip the line, mésh'la, and head in. “Tech is expecting you.”

The ground floor of the club is packed, nearly every seat at the long oval-shaped bar taken up by clone troopers. You can see that a few are extremely inebriated, one already unconscious with his head lying on the bar, BU-11 poking him repeatedly. Two others are having a conversation, one of whom is gesticulating wildly and pointing at the dance floor, their voices drowned out by the din of the pulsating electronic music. Cody leaves you to your own devices upon entering as he starts making his way to a corner booth to wait for his contact.

“Sorry, but this is where we part,” he yells. “Say hello to everyone for me, will you?”

You nod and kiss his cheek before he takes up a seat next to two bright-eyed Sullustans. Cody shoots you an impish wink and you make a quick visual sweep of the room, trying to spot Tech. Most of the booths are all occupied, and Tech isn't usually the type to be sitting at an open table. Raucous cheering from a table hosting an impromptu game of sabacc breaks your concentration, and in that moment, you're startled as someone presses up against you from the back, wrapping strong arms around your middle.

“Relax, cyaré, I've got you,” Crosshair's distinctly smoky timbre flows into your ear. He leans down as you reflexively tilt your head to the side, nuzzling your neck before he kisses his way up to your pulse point. You can't be heard, but Crosshair feels vibrations against his chest from the unintended moan you let slip. “Did my little whore enjoy that as much as when Cody did it, hmm? You know how much he wants to fuck you, don't you? We're seriously considering letting him.”

Crosshair lets go of your waist and you turn to face him, his eyes bright with a mischievous glimmer in them. A smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth as his hands run down your sides, resting on your hips as you begin to sway side to side for him. You bring your hands up behind his neck and pull him down, slipping your tongue into his mouth for a fiery kiss. Emboldened, Crosshair grabs your ass in one hand and lets his other hand maneuver between your legs as stealthily as possible. He palms your pubic mound with ease, squeezing it as the heel of his hand rubs up against your clit.

He stops just as soon as he started, laughing when he sees how worked up he's gotten you. “Doesn't take much to get you riled up, does it, kitten? I know you're looking for Tech...he's upstairs. Been watching us the entire time from the balcony, in fact. It's the usual game tonight, love. Shouldn't be too hard, especially considering the way you're dressed tonight. Stay at the bar for awhile and the opportunity will present itself. Look sharp – you've already caught the eye of a few interested parties.”

Crosshair turns from you and walks off, skirting around the dance floor and disappearing out of sight to the second floor. You take the nearest open seat at the bar, BU-11 coming over to dispense a glass of spotchka for you. Turning around, you look across the room, trying not to make it obvious you're looking for the individuals Crosshair brought to your attention. As you sip your drink, you feign anxiety, periodically glancing at your chrono like you're waiting for someone to show up.

“You get stood up, mésh'la? Shouldn't happen to a beautiful woman like you,” an unfamiliar clone says as he takes up the seat at the bar next to you. He holds out his hand and you accept it, giving it a single firm shake. “Don't mind if I join you, do you? Name's Mirdoc, out of the 104th.”

“I'm An'rii,” you reply, giving him the pseudonym you use in public when you're out with Tech and Crosshair. “I don't think I've seen you in here before. First time?”

Mirdoc shakes his head and takes a swig from a bottle of Corellian ale. “Negative. It's just been a very long time and I haven't been in here on a weekend before. Listen...I'm going to be off world again for the next few months, and I want to enjoy what precious time I've got before I go.” He leans his head in the direction of the dance floor, looking at you with a small smile on his face. “An'rii, would you want to dance with me for awhile? You don't have to say yes, but I'd rather not leave here tonight knowing you'll leave unhappy.”

You down the rest of your spotchka in one gulp, unswayed by the clone's poor attempts at flirting with you, but you have a job to do. Getting to your feet, you hold out your hand to Mirdoc, pulling him toward the dance floor eagerly. As the DJ starts up the next set, more people start coming out, including the group of Twi'leks you saw earlier. Heavy bass thunders in your chest as a new song begins, something richly percussive that reminds you of some of the indigenous music from your homeworld. It doesn't take long to find your groove, moving easily to the beat and you're surprised to discover Mirdoc is quite a good dancer.

Your fluid motions are easily matched by him, and it isn't long before he's pressed up against you from behind, his hands clutching your hips as you grind against him. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume deeply, groaning against you when he feels his cock slowly coming to life. One hand leaves your hip and travels up your body until it's resting upon your breast. Mirdoc's lips travel hungrily up your neck as you reach for the back of his head. He takes your ear gently between his teeth as the hand on your other hip starts moving across your waist, slipping his thumb under the flimsy material of your skin tight pants.

You close your eyes and feel yourself getting lost in the rhythm, taking Mirdoc with you. His erection pushes into your back persistently while his hand begins to stray down between your legs. You hold back a moan, despite knowing that no one's going to hear you. He cups your mound and you place your free hand over his, encouraging him to fondle you just like Crosshair did. Mirdoc squeezes lightly and when you open your eyes, you see that one of the Twi'lek women is watching you. She makes eye contact with you and smiles, then closes the gap across the dance floor until she's in front of you.

“You two are smoking hot!” she shouts. “Do you even realize a lot of people are watching you?!” You shake your head in disbelief as you watch her pearlescent blue skin shimmer under the lights. “Mind if I join you? Let's really give them a reason to stare!”

Up on the balcony, Tech and Crosshair are watching you closely, nursing glasses of spotchka of their own. Tech nods approvingly, a tiny smile riddled upon his lips as he's processing everything he's seeing from you. He takes a thoughtful sip, already mapping out how he wants the rest of the night to unfold. Crosshair continues to keep close watch on you in the event of potential trouble, but he's proud of you for always being remarkably open and willing to perform with complete strangers. He spots the Twi'lek woman talking to you and Mirdoc, and he nudges Tech's shoulder.

“What's the deal with the Twi'lek? The reg, I get...but her, I don't.”

Tech shakes his head slightly, eyes narrowing as he makes an assessment of the situation. “I do not know, but let us see where this goes. I trust cyar'íka's intuition; she is more than capable of knowing when to walk away and use her signal.”

The next song begins, the rhythmic driving bass turning into an aural aphrodisiac as Mirdoc's hands return to your waist; you roll your hips seductively, and his hard length presses into your back once more. You lock eyes with the Twi'lek woman, both of you smiling as she comes in close, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, reaching out with her free hand to stroke Mirdoc's heated face. He kisses her palm as her hand passes over his lips, laughing as she takes your face in her hand, closing her eyes and grazing her lips over yours. Mirdoc loosens a hand from one of your hips and reaches for the Twi'lek, pulling her flush against you.

You slide an arm around her lean waist, and she moans softly into your mouth, taking your other hand to guide it to one of her breasts, nipples already stiff under the sheer material of her top. Gently, you swirl your thumb over her, and this time her mouth meets yours, tongue slipping in and colliding with yours for a blistering hot kiss. Mirdoc's chest rumbles against your back as a deep moan rises from him, hardly believing what he's witnessing. His hands return to your hips, gripping firmly as the petite hands of the Twi'lek close over his. The three of you move as one, undulating like ocean waves as you lose yourselves in the music and the sea of bodies.

Mirdoc lets one of his hands wander down between your legs, cupping your mound softly. Nimble blue fingers accompany his, both of them working together to tease you, pressing down to swirl around your clit in tight circles. The Twi'lek slides her open hand up your stomach and between your breasts, letting it linger on your chest as she moves in for another kiss. Your hand strays down to her shapely ass, squeezing it soundly as your lips connect with hers, tongues performing their own sensual dance.

Wetness begins to seep from you, dampening the fabric underneath Mirdoc's fingers. He moves his hand away and lets her continue to play with your clit, reaching around to give her other ass cheek a hefty squeeze. The hand on your chest skims over one of your breasts, her forefinger and thumb plucking at your nipple as it pokes through the thin silk of your top. She smiles and bites her lower lip, her eyes full of arousal. Mirdoc watches over your shoulder as you're rapidly being pushed to your peak, renewing his hold around your waist and hoping she'll make you come before the song is over.

Her fingertips begin to rub your clit briskly, watching your lips part slightly and your eyes close, letting your head fall back onto Mirdoc's shoulder. A lustful grin is on his face when his eyes meet hers, and she knows that you're getting close. The friction of the material pressing down on you with each skilled pass of her fingers creates a surge of pleasurable heat and tingling, and you try not to make it obvious that your legs are beginning to tremble. You feel Mirdoc's hot breath on your neck as he leaves open-mouthed kisses, making his way back up to your ear, kissing it gently.

“Come for us, mésh'la... Come for her...”

She switches from rubbing your clit to using short fluttering motions, and you find yourself pushing into her hand, craving attention and not caring that it's coming from a woman. Your arms close around her shoulders as she presses on you a little harder, the walls of your pussy beginning to contract while the pulsing in your clit grows stronger. She brings her lips to yours for another steamy kiss, her tongue snaking its way back into your mouth. You let loose with a moan, hips swiveling madly as white-hot bolts of pleasure shoot through your core, her deft fingers flicking over you as she draws forth your orgasm.

Mirdoc's powerful hands hold you steady, grinding against you as he mirrors your movements, the Twi'lek reaching around you to rest her hand on his hip, effectively sandwiching you in between when the music hits its own climax. As the song progressively decrescendos to completion, wild cheering and applause erupts from everyone congregated on the dance floor. The Twi'lek loosens her grip on Mirdoc, taking your chin in her hand to give you a parting kiss.

“Mésh'la, you are phenomenal,” Mirdoc says breathlessly as he lets go of you, then turns you around.

“Just thinking how much I would love to drag you into the 'fresher and fuck you senseless, but I think that would get us kicked out and likely arrested,” he chuckles. He quickly glances at his chrono and sighs, “I'm already overdue back at the barracks... Last thing I want or need tonight is an armed escort out of here. So...would you settle for a good night kiss, instead?” He looks at you with eyes full of hope, and while you want to ditch him to go find Crosshair and Tech, you take pity on Mirdoc, knowing full well this could be one of his last nights alive.

“He's not kidding, honey. By the way, that was the first time I've ever done that with a human,” the Twi'lek says, giggling as she squeezes your shoulders appreciatively. She brings her lips to the back of your neck, planting a tender kiss. “Hope to see you around here more often, love.” She turns and disappears into the crowd as she returns to her group, leaving you alone with Mirdoc as you both return to the bar.

He reaches for you, and you indulge him, letting him wrap his arms around your waist and shoulder. “I meant it, you know. You were fucking phenomenal. I'm honestly surprised that we didn't get kicked out for that.”

“It was explained to me ages ago that as long as no one's getting naked, they don't really care,” you laugh as you bring your hand to his sweaty face, trailing your fingertip across his lips. His dark brown eyes glitter appealingly as you meet his gaze, a soft smile appearing on his exquisitely chiseled face. “A credit for your thoughts, trooper?” you ask flirtatiously.

“Who am I to say no to a gorgeous, talented clone?” you reply, taking his face in your hands, your thumbs stroking the corners of his mouth. “Hold onto the memories of tonight, Mirdoc. I hope they'll be of some comfort to you when you need them most. I would like to believe that if the will of the Force is in our favor, perhaps we'll see each other again one day. ”

One of your hands runs up the back of his neck into his hair, cradling his head as your lips briefly touch his. You feel a shiver pass through him as a blissful smile graces his tanned face. His lips meet yours and his tongue slips into the warm haven of your mouth, gripping you tightly when you let out a delicate moan. Mirdoc tenderly caresses your tongue in tantalizing short strokes, moving the hand on your back down to your ass. Bringing your free hand down between his legs, you give his cock a playful squeeze, with him clutching the supple flesh of your ass in return.

He breaks the kiss and releases you, beaming brighter than the twin suns of Tatooine. “Thank you for everything, An'rii. The guy who stood you up really missed out on a night of a lifetime.” He gestures toward the 'fresher and winks. “Wait for me, won't you? I'll be back shortly.”

Mirdoc returns to the bar to find that you're gone. He looks around frantically for you and he feels a tug on his sleeve. A drunken Devaronian sloshes her liqueur onto the bar, loudly slurring her words as she waves her hand around aimlessly. “You...lookin' forrrrrr.... Whassername?” She takes another swig of her drink and sets her glass down roughly, BU-11 coming over to reprimand her about the possibilities of broken glass.

“An'rii!” Mirdoc exclaims, still looking around, thinking maybe you're in the ladies' refresher. “Do you know where she went?!”

The Devaronian lets out a hiccup followed by a harsh cackle. She gets her bearings and points to the main door of the club. “Saw her goin' that way. Not alone, either. You know 'em?”

Mirdoc's expression changes from one of concern to outright panic, hoping that you aren't in the process of being abducted. His heart sinks in his chest and a wave of mild nausea rises as he realizes what's happening. He sees you walking out, flanked on both sides by very tall, slender men with your arms around each of their waists. The silver haired man has his arm around your shoulders protectively, and the man who looks like he's wearing some kind of protective eye wear has his hand securely on your ass. Just before the door closes, both men lean down and kiss your cheeks, the one wearing the goggles giving your ass a loving squeeze.

*****

“Wish I could've seen the look on that reg's face when he came back and saw you were gone,” Crosshair chuckles, busying himself with slipping his hand down your pants, greeted by your slick folds. “They never realize they're being played, and we reap all the benefits.”

“Sheer perfection,” Tech murmurs into your ear as he brings his hand up underneath your top, lifting up your bra to squeeze one of your breasts, his thumb drawing lazy circles around your nipple as the flesh begins to harden. “You never fail to perform admirably...such a flawless little actress, ner cyaré...”

“Yoka slimo,” the surly Dug pilot of your air taxi grumbles as he presses the button to bring up the privacy screen between the front and back seats, uninterested in and disgusted by human dalliances.

“Etchoota?!” Tech retorts testily. “The nerve of him to insinuate that I'm the slimeball?”

“Please, vod. You're just as morally bankrupt as I am, if not worse at times,” Crosshair replies as his focus returns to you, slipping two fingers inside you easily, his thumb dexterously swirling around your swollen, aching clit.

He bites his lip and groans against your neck as you contract your walls around him, silently begging him to edge you. He obliges, curling his fingers upward, tiny contractions plucking at them as he begins to tenderly stroke your sweet spot. New heat builds in your cleft as Tech's lips graze the crook of your neck before you feel him nip at you lightly, continuing to pull at the sensitive skin with his teeth until he works his way up to your pulse point. You reach out for both men, parking your hands between their legs, not surprised to find they're both concealing hefty erections.

“You fucking greedy whore,” Crosshair growls in your ear. “You just can't help yourself, can you?” He abruptly withdraws from you, your eyes going wide in surprise at the sudden shift in his demeanor. “Did you really think we wouldn't notice the Twi'lek woman? Every set of eyes in that place were on YOU, little girl!”

He pushes his fingers into your mouth, and you quickly suck them clean, hoping to placate him as Tech pulls his hand out from under your top, sliding it between your breasts and up your neck to encompass your face. Crosshair pulls out his fingers as Tech turns you toward him, his lips closing over yours. His impatient tongue forces its way into your mouth for an aggressive kiss, cock twitching in your palm as he gets a residual taste of your juices. He looks over at Crosshair, who gives him a sly smile of approval, knowing what Tech is going to tell you.

“The rules have never deviated, cyaré,” Tech states. “You may only have one at a time unless we stipulate otherwise. Since you were not granted permission, I believe some discipline is in order,” his silken voice taking on a distinct steely edge.

“What kind of...discipline, Tech?” you ask, a tremor of uncertainty in your voice. “It was spur of the moment, and I didn't know she –”

“You have no defense, love. There are no excuses,” Tech coolly replies, purposely ignoring your question.

Crosshair takes your chin in his hand and forcefully turns your head. He can see momentary panic in you as his tongue traces over one of his canines, profound hunger burning in his eyes. “Rules are rules,” he says, squeezing your chin a little tighter. “You broke them, and now you need to be punished. Don't ever forget that you're our little whore, NOT theirs.”

“Crosshair, release her. Be patient,” Tech says quietly as he lays his arm over your stomach. He kisses your temple lovingly as you relax against him. “Be a good girl for us, cyar'íka. You must keep in mind that we must do this because we love you.”

***

You realize that you're in a great deal of trouble as you're guided down the hallway to your penthouse apartment, Crosshair walking behind you with his hands on your shoulders and Tech at your side, calmly holding your hand. Your head is bowed, eyes cast to the floor, not daring to look up. Your cheeks flare with the heat of shame as you're led past a few of your neighbors heading toward the elevator; you don't need to see them to know they're all staring at you. Crosshair addresses them, and you feel like throwing yourself off the balcony out of sheer embarrassment.

“She's been a filthy little slut tonight,” he crows as they're halfway down the hall. You can hear light, uncomfortable laughter from them as they hastily pile into the elevator once the doors open. “And we know what to do with filthy little sluts, don't we?” he says with unnerving calmness as you finally reach the door to your apartment.

When you don't answer him, Tech lets go of your hand and lifts up your chin with his index finger. You look at him out of the corner of your eye and he can see you're filled with uncertainty. “Crosshair asked you a question, my love. You will answer him.”

“What do we do with filthy little sluts?” Crosshair repeats, digging his fingertips into your shoulders.

You swallow hard and close your eyes, a lump starting to form in your throat. “Filthy little sluts...” you begin, trying to find your voice. “Filthy little sluts are punished, and...” Hot tears of humiliation begin to prick the corners of your eyes and you blink furiously to hold them back.

“And, what, kitten?”

“...and then fucked mercilessly. They're fucked mercilessly,” you reply flatly.

“See? It isn't that difficult to understand.” He lets go of your shoulders and turns you around slowly. “Look at me.” You lift your head and your eyes meet his, seeing the warmth and tenderness behind them in spite of his cold, stony expression. “As Tech said, cyaré, we do this because we love you. You can't ignore the rules and expect no consequences. Now you're going to learn your lesson.”

You can hear the quiet beeping of the keypad as Tech inputs his code for the front door. The door slides open with a quiet hiss and when you turn around, he extends his hand to you. As you take it, Crosshair's hands close over your shoulders, the two of them directing you inside. Tech steers you in the direction of the master bedroom, Crosshair staying behind to reengage the security system. You sit down on the edge of your bed as Tech occupies a nearby armchair and begins to take off his shoes.

Crosshair appears a moment later, closing the bedroom door behind him. He wastes no time, rolling up his sleeves before he starts to unbutton his shirt. As he takes off his shoes and socks, he looks over at you and sees that you're quite nervous, your fingers picking at the bedspread anxiously. He stands in front of you and takes your chin in his hand. “Sweetheart, relax. This is going to be so much worse if you don't calm down. Tonight, you need to trust us fully. What we have in mind for you is new, and—”

“It is new for us, too, cyaré,” Tech interrupts. “For some time, Crosshair and I have been discussing expanding horizons in this relationship. Long have both of us been interested in certain aspects of...shall I say, unconventional play. We were waiting for an opportunity to present itself in which you would be brought into the conversation. After what we saw tonight, that time has come. I will defer to Crosshair and let him explain in greater detail, for this is more his realm than mine.”

Crosshair exhales sharply through his nose and folds his arms across his chest, trying to figure out the simplest way to describe what he wants to do without frightening you. “Listen to me carefully, and when I'm finished, you can choose to consent, or not. You won't hurt my feelings if you say no. There's plenty of other things the three of us will do tonight that will be just as gratifying.”

You lean forward and slip off your stiletto heels, rubbing your feet as you look up at Crosshair. You're apprehensive, but curious as to what he has in mind. “I'm listening, Cross. Not going to lie to you, all this talk about discipline and punishment hasn't exactly made me feel at ease.”

He chuckles and grins, kneeling down in front of you and taking one of your feet in his hands, massaging it firmly. “Nor should it. It isn't supposed to be a walk in the park, but when done with someone you love and trust wholly, it's very satisfying and can be a cathartic emotional experience. Would you be comfortable in having me use equipment to restrain you, such as binders, and then physically discipline you? By this, I mean something like spanking, using my hand or some other kind of object. I will never strike anywhere other than your ass; it's the one place on the body that has the most cushioning, and can take a great deal of abuse.”

Crosshair sees the brief look of fear on your face, and promptly corrects himself. “My apologies, cyaré, that was a poor choice of words. What I meant to say is that your ass will be able to take a lot of wear and tear, so to speak. Even so, you might still experience some bruising. Would you be all right with that?” He takes your other foot and begins to rub it, waiting until he sees you relax.

“I think I can handle that. I'm not afraid of pain,” you say a little more confidently than you really feel. You know Crosshair isn't always the most gentle lover, but he would never purposely go out of his way to maliciously hurt you. “Better to have a bruised ass than be bruised somewhere more visible, and get asked a bunch of questions I don't want to answer.”

“It has been some time since you have used your safe word,” Tech says. “Are you still comfortable using your current one, or would you like to use something different? You may end up needing it...assuming you agree to these terms.”

“Then you see my point, love. If you don't object, Tech would like to try a little sensory play with you, too. Maybe try wearing some blackout lenses, and let him use different kinds of things on you to help heighten your awareness in certain areas? You have a full promise that nothing he would use will leave any kind of permanent marks.”

You look over at him and see that he's slid his lenses up to rest on his forehead, his large golden brown eyes full of tender care. “Again, I won't lie to you, boys. I am nervous, but...you have my full consent. You never grow unless you're subjected to new experiences, and if this means taking our relationship to the next level, then I absolutely want to do it. That being said, I think it's time for a new safe word. Will “kýrdir” suffice?”

Tech looks over at Crosshair, both of them pleased that you've chosen a Mando'a term. “Kýrdir, it is, love,” Crosshair says, setting your foot on the floor as he runs his hands up your shins, then over your knees and up your thighs. You rest your hands on top of his momentarily before curling your fingers around them, and he gives you a reassuring squeeze as he looks into your eyes. “Are you ready? Be a good little girl and don't forget that we love you more than anything.”

Before you can react, he grabs the waist of your pants and yanks them down. You let out a yelp of surprise as you fall backwards onto your bed, and in a flash, Tech rises from his chair to grab your wrists, pinning your hands above your head. You wriggle your legs as Crosshair frees them from your pants, throwing them aside before his hands go straight to your knees, forcing your legs apart. The silken dusky pink flesh of your pussy lay before him, still slick from the foreplay on the ride home. Crosshair licks his lips in anticipation, and you lift your head a little to watch as he positions himself between your legs, close enough to feel the heat of his breath against your wet folds.

“Giving you pleasure is our job. No one else is allowed to make you come, but after seeing how much you enjoyed having another woman touch you, I'm starting to think you have an appetite for something new. Am I right? You want a cute little pussy of your own to play with?” Crosshair teases, his mouth hovering just over your clit.

You feel heat rising into your cheeks, which doesn't escape Tech's notice. “Answer him.”

Images of the Twi'lek with her hand between your legs and you willingly giving yourself to her play back in your mind, and you close your eyes, blushing furiously. You know there's no shame in what you did, and also know that Crosshair and Tech will never judge or shame you for enjoying it. “Yes, Crosshair,” you reply meekly.

“Yes, what?” he pries. “Use your words.”

“I want a pussy of my own to play with,” you moan softly just as Crosshair's mouth closes over your clit, sucking on the quickly swelling nub of flesh. His tongue dips between your folds and into your entrance to taste the delectable ambrosia of your juices.

He pulls away, his chin glistening wet with your essence. “I fucking knew it, you insatiable little slut,” he rasps, tongue snaking out to lick at the corner of his mouth. “Tech, finish undressing her, then get the binders,” he commands, letting go of you and getting to his feet only to disappear into your walk-in closet. You hear one of the drawers opening and Crosshair reappears holding a long metal bar with cuffs on either end of it. “Now the fun really begins, cyar'íka,” he says, his voice beginning to grow husky with arousal. “This is a spreader bar. It will make sure you can't close your legs, so you'll stay nice and open for me.”

Tech lets go of you and reaches for the hem of your top, making short work of it as he pulls it off, leaving you in your bra. He smiles when he sees your nipples poking at the sheer fabric, reaching out to take your breasts in his warm hands, kneading them gently. Trailing his fingers from your elbows up to your shoulders, he pulls your bra straps down, then slides his hands underneath you to unhook and pull it off. You look up to see that he's starting to grow hard again, and you can't resist reaching up and caressing him through his pants. He looks down at you, clicking his tongue and shaking his head as he pulls your hand away.

He chuckles and a smirk not unlike Crosshair's appears. “Not just yet, mésh'la. I will deal with you once Crosshair decides he's done.”

“Vod, the binders?” Crosshair questions impatiently.

Tech opens the drawer to the nightstand nearest him, pulling out a set of soft leather lined binders and a small remote. You sit up and start rubbing at your wrists where he had gripped you the tightest, but you're soon stopped as he comes around in front of you. “Hold out your hands,” he demands, pushing the button on the remote, the binders opening with a soft clink. You do as you're told, appreciative of how comforting the leather is against your skin. Tech reengages the binders, then leans in to plant a loving kiss on your forehead. “Remember, cyaré, if anything becomes too intense for you, there is no shame in using your safe word.”

You nod and Tech moves to retake his seat in the armchair, taking off his dress shirt and slinging it over the back. You can hear the sound of him loosening his belt buckle as your attention turns to Crosshair, who's standing in front of you expectantly. “On your feet, my little whore,” he growls, grabbing the binders and pulling your arms up over your head, easily lifting you off the bed like you're weightless. You let out a startled cry and he sets you back down on the floor, closing his hand around your throat as he leads you over to the wall.

“Eyes forward and keep your hands raised at all times,” he orders, moving your hands into position where he wants them. He presses up against you, the stiff root of his cock poking insistently into your back. A quiet moan escapes you as your clit pulses and instinctively, you push your ass back against him. “I don't think so, kitten...you're in no position to beg for anything. Spread your legs for me like you wanted to spread them for that worthless reg,” he says, his voice dripping venom.

You don't initially react, so Crosshair shoves his foot between your feet, pushing each one of your legs apart until you're on full display. He leans close to your ear and you shut your eyes, wincing at the ferocity of his words. “You don't listen very well, do you? Spread your fucking legs, cunt.” You're frozen to the spot, heat flaring up in your cheeks as you feel yourself starting to grow wet. You discover that you like hearing him say vile and degrading things to you, and you can plainly tell he's very much aroused by seeing your reactions to this treatment. Crosshair reaches for the spreader bar, kneeling down as he fits one of the cuffs around your ankle, securing it tightly followed by the other one.

“You left me no choice, cyaré. You will learn soon enough that it's easier to submit than to be in a position of power.” He steps back and looks you over, suppressing a groan as his cock twitches, wanting nothing more than to take you by the throat, slip in from behind and fuck you until you scream his name. He moves back in and reaches for your cheeks, squeezing and massaging them roughly. “You have no idea how much I want to ruin that ass, but I'll go easy on you to start, and if you're tolerating it well, I'll do it harder. Understood?”

“I understand, Cross. I know I've been a very bad girl tonight, and I deserve to be punished,” you reply invitingly, looking back at him with eyes half hooded with lust. You feel brave enough to wink at him, then turn your face back toward the wall, settling into place as you lift your ass up and out.

Crosshair smirks, shakes his head and chuckles, getting himself into position. “Such a shame I have to do this, but you brought this on yourself.” He raps his hand on one of your cheeks firmly, and you moan softly as you're caught off guard. “What's that, baby? Do you like this? You want me to do that again?” This time he slaps you harder, grinning as you let out a little whimper when his hand connects solidly on the meatiest part of your ass. “Answer me. You like this, don't you?”

You bite your lip as you feel slickness between your legs and your clit responding as the heat of arousal builds. Stifling a moan as Crosshair's hand comes down on you a third time, you audibly exhale and shut your eyes. Your skin is beginning to smart a little now, but the pain and the heat creeping to the surface triggers something in you. You need him to be rougher and domineering. You're lusting for his full attention, wanting even more of his touch, his vitriolic words, and his sheer power. You want to know how much agony you can genuinely bear. Now you let out the moan you tried to hide, pushing your ass outward as his hand connects with you once more.

“Harder, Cross, please...” you whine, and Crosshair looks down between your legs just in time to see a thin bead of your arousal drip onto the carpet. “Please...” You hear him chuckle darkly behind you as one of his hands rests on your other ass cheek, his thumb pulling at your outer lips to inspect you.

“This is certainly something, my love. The more I spank you, the wetter you get,” Crosshair muses. “You know...it's one thing to be a little cock tease; you excel at that. It's quite another to be a complete fucking whore.” There's a sharp crack and a cry of shock from you as Crosshair's palm kisses your flesh, searing heat left in its wake.

“Cross, what the fuck?!” you yell, glaring at him over your shoulder, ignoring his directive to stay facing the wall.

In an instant, Crosshair's hand grips the back of your head, pushing your face against the wall as his hand lands heavily on your ass cheek for a resounding slap. You let out a whimper as you close your eyes, your flesh burning like you've been struck with a red hot poker. “That's just a love tap, doll. Now you're going to learn the true meaning of pain!” He strikes you again, this time leaving a clear outline of his hand behind. Tears of shock begin to well in your eyes as the relentless onslaught continues, the throbbing of your stinging flesh now making you realize you made the fatal mistake of underestimating just how brutally intense he can be.

“I'm...sorry...Cross...” your breath catching in your throat, choking on every word when his barbarous hand refuses to yield. “I'm...so—”

“Not good enough, cyaré...” he hisses, cracking you sharply three times in quick succession, your anguished cries falling on deaf ears. He sees that you're already starting to bruise slightly from the heavy impact, and without breaking his rhythm, switches hands to turn his attention to your other ass cheek. The assault is no less vicious, everything singing with pain as Crosshair's ruthless hand leaves no part of you untouched, each upward strike sending acute heat rippling over the surface of your tender flesh. “Fucking greedy slut, who owns that sweet little cunt of yours?!”

“You, Cross!” you wail, shutting your eyes tightly as hot tears begin to flow, taking your mascara with them, ugly black trails oozing their way down your face.

“And?!” he snarls, winding his hand into your hair and yanking your head back as he scores another fierce hit, this time splaying his fingers to maximize the pain.

“Tech, goddamn it!”

Crosshair pauses for a split second to look down and see that both of your ass cheeks are raw and stained scarlet, with dark purplish contusions erupting under the surface of the skin. He lets go of your hair and laughs quietly, nodding his head in approval at his handiwork. “Have you learned your lesson, cyar'íka? For your sake, you'd better say yes. Any more of this, and you're going to bleed.”

“Never again, Cross...never without permission,” you say quietly. “Forgive me, both of you. Please,” you whisper, tears of honest regret starting to course down your stained face.

Crosshair comes around you to slowly bring your arms down. He rests a hand on your back, the other above your breasts to bring you back up to a standing position. He take your chin in his hand, looking down at your dirty, tear stained face. “See? That wasn't so bad, now, was it? I didn't think you'd be able to withstand that, but you took it so well. I'm proud of how strong you are, baby.” He kisses your forehead tenderly, then kneels down to open the cuffs. “Tech, get the binders off her while I get something to clean her up.”

Tech gets up out of the armchair, his pants hanging loosely around his hips. He has the remote for the binders in his hand, and with the push of a button, you're completely free from your bonds. “My love, are you all right?” he frets, taking your hands in his, kissing them warmly. “That was...remarkably intense. I was positive that you would use your safe word, but you endured, and for that, I am most proud of you.” He runs his hand over the top of your head and down onto your neck, pulling your forehead to his chest in a gentle embrace, his other hand stroking your back in small circles. “No more tears, cyaré. It's over now. You're safe, and you are loved beyond measure.”

Crosshair emerges from the en suite refresher with a bottle of bacta spray and a few damp washcloths. He hands everything but one of the washcloths to Tech, then proceeds to carefully wipe your face. You sigh, the soothing warmth of the cloth and Crosshair's gentle motions a stark contrast from the extremes he just put you through. He removes the last of your makeup, then his lips graze your cheek lightly before he touches them to yours for a soft, almost apologetic kiss. “Much better,” he says after he sees you smile up at him. “Now you don't look like a little raccoon. Kitten, this isn't going to feel good, but I need to take care of your ass, or the bacta spray won't be as effective.”

“Come lie down,” Tech says as he lays down one of your favorite waterproof blankets. “I've been working on modifying the formula to the typical bacta spray available on the market so that it's even faster acting, resulting in very little recovery time. This should work well for minor injuries, and irritations to skin such as abrasions, contusions, or pruritis.”

“My skin feels like it's on fire,” you reply. “Let's give it a whirl. The worst case scenario is that playtime is over for the night because I'm out of action, and that's the last thing I want.”

“The feeling is mutual, cyaré,” Crosshair says as he begins to undress, skinning off his shirt and pants until he's left in his underwear. You can see he's still half hard, and desire wells in your chest, concentrated wet heat pooling between your legs. “Go lie face down, and I'll take care of you,” he assures.

You're grateful for the comfort of your bed and the large pillow that Tech moved into place for you as you painstakingly lie down, wincing as you try and get into a relaxed position. Crosshair joins you and takes the bottle of bacta spray, lightly misting your inflamed, angry looking skin. You groan and let out a hiss at the initial sting of the bacta, but it goes to work as Tech promised, immediately cooling your flesh. Crosshair makes a second pass with the spray, carefully blotting when it starts to run off the sides of your cheeks. He lays down one more round, then applies the washcloths.

“Be still,” he says softly, stroking your cheek with a finger. “Such a good girl, never fussing even though it hurts. I need to thank you for being so willing to try that with me, and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. You are everything to me, mésh'la...I love you.” Tenderly, he pets the back of your head, smiling as you make little sounds of contentment. His hand works its way down your neck and onto your upper back, caressing you and feeling himself growing a little harder when you moan pleasurably. “The tough part is done. Tech's got a few things he'd like to try before the two of us finish taking care of you. How's your ass feel?” He carefully pulls up one of the washcloths and sees that even within the span of several minutes, your skin isn't as red. “Definitely starting to look better...what do you think, vod?”

“How are you feeling, love? You certainly look much more comfortable,” Tech inquires.

Tech lifts up the cloth on your other cheek and nods in agreement. “A vast improvement, I should say. The contused areas are receding quickly. I shall make a note in my records that this particular formula is quite efficacious. Crosshair, please stay with cuun cyaré for a moment while I gather a few things that I am going to need.” You hear the bedroom door open as Tech leaves, and you wonder just what he has in mind.

It doesn't take long before Tech returns, closing the door behind him with his foot. Crosshair looks over and sees him cradling a bowl against his chest, his other hand holding on to several items. He carefully sets everything down on one of the nightstands, and now Crosshair sees just exactly what Tech was concealing. The bowl is filled with water and some ice cubes, its companions a small jar of some kind of unguent, a pair of blackout lenses not entirely unlike Tech's, a sleek black anal plug, and a remote control. He chuckles quietly, knowing precisely what Tech plans on doing with you. Tech finishes undressing, slinging his pants over the rest of his clothing on the armchair before coming to sit next to you, opposite Crosshair.

“Much better, Tech. I don't really feel much pain anymore,” you reply honestly.

Crosshair removes both of the washcloths, and both he and Tech can see that your skin is nearly back to its normal state, with just a few purplish blotches left behind. He lays his hand on your ass, and it's quite cool to the touch. “You have a tiny amount of bruising left, but everything else is clear,” he says. “Do you feel like you're comfortable enough to roll over onto your back?”

Tech shifts over to give you space as you carefully reposition yourself until you're propped up on an elbow. You lower yourself and settle in, then let your breath out through slightly pursed lips. “So far, so good, guys. Just a little bit sore in a couple spots, but nothing like what it was.” You reach out for both of them, hands resting on the backs of their heads as they let you pull them in close to your face, moaning softly as they each kiss a corner of your mouth. Tech's lips meet yours for a brief kiss, followed by Crosshair's. “I'm ready for you, Tech,” you whisper.

Crosshair gets up and lays his hand over your heart before leaning down to kiss you soundly, holding back a small moan as your tongue glides over his with fervor. He breaks the kiss and touches his finger to the tip of your nose. “Be good for Tech, cyaré. I think you're really going to love what he has planned.” He moves to sit in the armchair Tech occupied, where he has an unobstructed view of you lying in bed before him. His cock twitches impatiently under his shorts, already excited for what's to come. “She's all yours, vod. I can't wait to see this,” he chuckles.

Tech picks up the blackout lenses from the nightstand, holding them above you and turning them around so you can see them from all angles. “With your permission, I would like to put these on you first. In theory, they will have a calming effect and in turn, force you to rely on your other senses. I designed these myself; you can see they are almost identical to what I wear, in terms of appearance. However, you will be essentially blind, which means you have to trust me implicitly.”

You sit up and take the lenses from Tech, conducting your own inspection by holding them up against the light, seeing nothing penetrating the thick material. “I don't have a problem with these, Tech. Of course, if something changes, I'll use my safe word.” You hold them over your eyes and he carefully slips the band around your head, making the necessary adjustments. Having your vision purposely erased is jarring, and you tilt your head to the side, already more cognizant of sound now that you can't see anything. “This is...very peculiar, but it isn't unpleasant,” you remark.

“I'm going to touch your back and chest as I ease you down,” Tech says quietly, watching you closely for any signs of rising panic. “Please do not wait to tell me if you are experiencing dysphoria or any other kind of disorientation.” He slides one of his hands down to the middle of your back and rests the other one between your breasts, carefully lowering you back down onto the bed with your head on the pillow. When you've settled in, he gets up and stands at the foot of the bed and looks you over, smiling as he sees how relaxed and serene you are. “Look how beautiful she is, Crosshair. Cuun cyaré...”

Crosshair nods sagely, a peaceful smile growing as his eyes roam over you. “Our beautiful shining star,” he agrees. “She could have had anyone, but she chose us. We're the luckiest bastards in the galaxy, Tech, I'm telling you.”

“That, we are, ner vod. That, we are.” Tech grins and goes over to the bowl of ice cubes, dipping his fingers in the water. “Prepare yourself, cyar'íka, this is going to be a bit of a shock.”

He lets the water bead off the tips of his fingers directly onto your chest and laughs when you let out a loud gasp, arching your back up while you clutch at the blanket. He moves his hand downward, the droplets of frigid water on your heated skin both pleasurable and uncomfortable all at the same time. Wetting his fingers once more, Tech lets a considerable amount of water drip onto your pubic mound, where it runs down onto your clit and outer lips, making you groan loudly. As you reach down to touch yourself, you feel Tech climbing onto the bed with you, using his other hand to push your legs apart.

“Hands behind your head, love. Keep them there until I indicate otherwise,” Tech says, his voice starting to grow heavy with lust. “Do not lull yourself into believing that I have no intention of disciplining you simply because I will not be heavy handed.” He reaches over into the bowl and pulls out an ice cube, letting it drip all over your breasts, watching your nipples harden. “I have my methods, and they are exceedingly efficient.”

Chills run down your spine with those last two words, and while you have no idea what he really means by that, you comply with his request and put your hands behind your head. Tech slips his arm under your knee and around your thigh, effectively holding you in place. Slowly, he begins to swirl the ice cube over one nipple, the tissue instantaneously growing diamond hard. As he rubs the ice cube over your other nipple, he grins deviously as you arch up into him once more and emit a sound somewhere between a whine and a moan. Tech places the partially melted ice cube between your breasts, gliding it down your stomach toward your mound where he lets it dissolve.

“That's my good girl,” he says quietly, leaning down until he's within reach of one of your nipples.

You can feel the heat of his breath against your chilled skin as his tongue emerges, flicking over the stiff little peak lightly before his lips close over it. He suckles on you gently, closing his eyes as his hand reaches for your other nipple, pulling it between his thumb and forefinger. Tech flicks his tongue steadily over you and hears your breath catch before you let out a delicate moan. He starts to roll and pinch the pebbled flesh, fresh heat building between your legs as your clit pulses, triggering tiny contractions deep in your cleft. Without thinking, you lift your hips up into him, mutely begging for him to dive between your legs and relieve your growing arousal.

Tech releases your nipple as the hand on your breast gravitates to your hip, pinning you to the bed. “Save your energy, my love. You will be given no release until I deem it appropriate.” He sits up and lets go of your leg, reaching into the bowl to take another ice cube. Glancing down, he sees the slickness between your folds and how engorged you are. “You burn far too hot, cyaré...let me remedy your fever.”

The instant the ice cube touches your clit, the shock of the numbing cold makes you nearly scream as you buck your hips up powerfully enough to loosen Tech's grip. He chuckles and pushes you back down, gripping you tighter as he rubs the ice cube around your clit, watching in fascination as it involuntarily contracts with each pass. Tech examines your face curiously, seeing your brow furrow as you let out an open-mouthed moan, then smile and bite your lower lip as he draws the ice cube over your outer lips and deeper into your folds. The radiant heat of your flesh makes short work of the remaining ice until it's little more than a small piece. You gasp sharply as Tech breaches your entrance with the remnant, shivering as it melts away.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” you drawl as icy water dribbles back out, dampening the blanket underneath you.

“This is certainly unexpected,” Tech observes with great amusement. “Your visceral reaction suggests you are aroused by this. Let us see how long that lasts, once that fiery little pussy of your is packed with ice,” he adds, his voice palpably thick with desire.

“Do it...fill me up,” you reply breathlessly. “I want to try...”

“That's my courageous, beautiful girl. You never back down from a challenge...”

Tech smiles and traces his fingertip over your clit, teasing you by rubbing it for a few seconds before he moves to spread your outer lips, still quite cold to the touch. He presses his finger against your entrance, and you can't resist moaning his name as it slips inside, navigating to your sensitive spot. Again he teases you, stroking the tiny area gently, holding back a moan as your inner walls squeeze around him. Tech withdraws and brings his finger to your mouth, tracing the outline of your lips.

Automatically, you open up and Tech slides his finger in, grinning as your lips close around him. As you begin to suck your juices off him, he closes his eyes followed with a quiet groan as his cock stirs to life. “That's it, baby...like you're sucking my cock,” he says in a heated whisper, sliding his middle finger into your mouth. Tech slowly moves his fingers in and out, relishing the sound of your muffled moaning, inordinately pleased at how eager you are to taste yourself. “Greedy isn't the word for you, mésh'la. You are utterly voracious.”

Tech pulls his fingers out of your mouth, then reaches into the bowl and plucks out an ice cube, wanting to start with one to get you acclimated. He rubs the ice along your outer lips, eliciting another gasp from you as he pushes it deeper until it's parked at your entrance. You let out a soft cry as Tech pushes the ice into you as far as it will go, legs twitching as if you're in the throes of an orgasm. Encouraged by your reaction, he returns to the bowl to take a few more cubes, carefully inserting them one at a time. Your breath comes in short heaving gasps, your pussy growing increasingly more numb as Tech takes the last of the ice cubes and packs the rest of them into you.

“Now, cyar'íka...you're going to keep them in there until that fire is extinguished,” he says, his silken voice enveloping you like a liquid shroud. “Push any of them out, and I return with more until you acquiesce.”

“No more ice, Tech... I'll be...good, I— Oh, fuck...” you stutter, trembling from the cold.

Tech laughs softly and runs his fingers along your knees and down your smooth, silky thighs, stopping short of your mound as he spies water beginning to leak out of you. His cock flexes and stiffens within the confines of his undershorts, moving back from you to pull them off. You feel him shift so that he's lying down, resting on an elbow as he takes his half-erect cock in hand, stroking it and watching more water run out of you. You hear Crosshair rise from the armchair, the whisper-soft sound of fabric passing over skin evident as he frees himself from his underwear.

A moment later, Crosshair sits down on the bed, the sudden weight shift making you turn your head in his direction. You smile as he strokes your cheek softly with a finger, playfully taking the tip of it into your mouth when he draws it across your lips. He chuckles as you catch him between your teeth, holding him in place. “Mind if I borrow her mouth for a while? I think cyar'íka wants to be fed.”

Tech sits up and leans forward, taking your hands in his while bringing your arms down. “As long as you let me drink from her pussy, I have no objections.” Crosshair slips a hand under your back and lifts you as Tech takes several pillows and puts them behind you. “Crosshair is going to need your hands, love. Sitting up should make it easier for you.” Tech moves into position between your legs, and you let out a soft moan as the heat of his breath ghosts across your mound. “I'm parched, baby...slake my thirst,” he mutters, his lips hovering just above your clit.

Tech lets the tip of his tongue graze the underside of it, the slightest touch making you let loose with a breathy moan as you snake your hips back and forth. He lazily swirls his tongue around you, each pass making the sensitive flesh progressively swell as more water seeps out of you. You reach out for him clumsily, not knowing exactly where to put your hand until Crosshair guides you, putting it on the back of Tech's head. Tech closes his lips over your clit, sucking the tiny nub tenderly while his tongue massages it from underneath, moaning softly as cold water dampens his chin.

He lets go and slips his tongue through your folds, bringing his mouth flush against your cold, wet entrance. The grip you have on the back of his head tightens as he begins to push his way inside with a sense of urgency, and you feel the vibrations from the depth of his moaning when water flows into his mouth. His strong hands wrap around your thighs and squeeze tightly as you bear down, water flowing from you like a river. He downs every last drop you can give him, a low growl building in his chest as he pulls his mouth away.

“Satisfied?” Crosshair chuckles, smirking as Tech looks up at him, his chin dripping with a combination of water and your juices.

“Like being served the finest cocktail the galaxy has to offer,” Tech replies, sitting up and dragging the back of his hand across his mouth. “I am nowhere near satisfied, however, and by the looks of it, neither are you,” he sniggers, seeing Crosshair with his cock in hand. “Keep cyar'íka occupied while I prepare her for her next experience. Hand me that jar, would you? She tolerates the cold better than most polar squadrons I've seen, but now I would like to see how she reacts when I rekindle her fire and stoke the flames.”

Crosshair reaches next to him and takes the small brown glass jar with the nondescript unguent, handing it to Tech. He unscrews the lid and dips his fingertip in, pulling out a creamy white blob of salve. “Something of your own creation, vod?” Crosshair asks, genuinely curious as to what it is.

“Indeed, it is. This is a formula I have been most anxious to introduce. It serves a dual purpose; it not only heightens arousal, but also has a pleasurable warming effect that can last hours. There are personal lubricants available that boast these claims, but after testing them on myself, I concluded they are vastly inferior.” Crosshair rolls his eyes impatiently and Tech clears his throat, looking down at you. “Cyaré, I am going to apply this both inside and out. You should feel the effects almost immediately, if my hypothesis is correct.”

Tech rubs his thumb against his fingertip, smearing the cream over his index finger. He applies a small amount to your clit, rubbing over the entire surface until it absorbs. You let out a gasp as your pearl fills with warmth and pleasant tingling. Tech smiles and guides his fingers back into your pussy with the remainder of the cream, coating your walls with it. Mere moments pass before the same delicious heat builds in the core of your pussy, and you mewl softly as your clit begins to pulse. The flame becomes a roaring bonfire, with both men watching you arch your back and grasp at the blanket, spreading your legs invitingly for them.

Crosshair gets to his knees and takes your chin in his hand, turning you toward him. Your breath catches in your throat, only able to emit a tiny squeak as he raps his erection roughly against your cheek. “Suck my cock, kitten. Don't worry about what Tech's going to do,” he rasps. “That's my girl...I wish you could see how pretty you are when I'm stuffed in your mouth,” he praises as he pushes against your lips, watching himself disappear inch by inch.

You bring a hand up and wrap it around him, squeezing firmly when you've taken in as much as you can handle. Blindly groping for his thigh with your other hand, you eventually find it and hold on tightly as you begin to move your head back and forth. Crosshair rests a hand on the top of your head as he reaches down between his legs to cup his balls, massaging the swollen orbs while your tongue swirls around his tip. You pull him into your mouth and let your tongue glide underneath his shaft, earning you a low moan as your hand twists its way back up.

“Just like that, baby...don't you fucking stop,” Crosshair groans as you suck on him more aggressively, hollowing out your cheeks and gripping him tighter with each stroke.

Tech catches you unaware, sneakily reintroducing his fingers into your pussy and making a beeline for your sweet spot, expertly applying just the right amount of pressure to the tiny area, making you moan heavily around Crosshair's cock. He draws his fingers in and out achingly slow as the thumb and forefinger of his other hand retract the hood of your clit, grinning broadly when he sees that you're fully engorged. Deftly, he whorls the flat of his thumb around you in concentric circles, your pussy closing down around his fingers. White hot liquid euphoria ripples through you as Tech starts to penetrate you steadily, his manipulation of your clit keeping pace.

Crosshair lets out a frustrated groan because you're slowing down and losing focus as you're rapidly consumed by Tech's ministrations. “Do as I fucking tell you and keep sucking my cock,” he growls, slapping your cheek lightly, snapping you back to attention as you desperately try to ignore how swiftly Tech is drawing you to an orgasm.

He takes the back of your head in his hand and starts pushing you down on his cock, chuckling when he drives too far and triggers your gag reflex, tears pricking the corner of your eyes before he releases you. A thick trail of saliva connects your tongue to the head of his cock as you pull him out, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath without retching. Crosshair lets out a wicked laugh as he slides back into your mouth, goading as you start over again. “You were going to suck that useless reg's cock if we hadn't been there, weren't you? You fucking whore...”

Heat blooms in your cheeks at the sound of Crosshair's poison, and in retaliation, you rake your teeth lightly over his shaft as you pull back. He clenches his jaw and lets out a loud hiss, curling his fingers tightly into your hair as you gently bite the head of his cock. You pull him out with a soft pop and encircle the base of him with your thumb and index finger, forming a tight ring as you begin to stroke him. A low moan rolls out of Crosshair as your other hand leaves his thigh and makes contact with his balls, caressing them tenderly. You hold your fingers in place as he starts to thrust through them, groaning loudly when the knot in his core pulls tighter.

“I'm close, cyaré,” he pants. “Your mouth...now.”

“Nayç, Crosshair. You will give her nothing,” Tech mandates, seeing Crosshair's expression start to sour. “The wait will be worth it, I assure you.”

Crosshair huffs and pulls back from you, his thighs trembling from the tension while he fights to stay in check, realizing that as usual, Tech is correct. Spilling his seed now would only result in being able to fill you that much less when he finally gets to fuck you. He sits back down next to you and watches Tech draw his fingers tirelessly in and out while he rolls your clit between his thumb and index finger, listening to your divine whimpering. Your walls clamp down around him with each small contraction, and he watches your legs shudder as he drives you dangerously close to your peak.

“I can feel your cunt tighten around my fingers, mésh'la. Do you want my cock that badly?”

“Fuck me, Tech,” you whine, reaching out for him. “I want to come for you...gedet'ye, ner cyaré.”

Tech intercepts your hand and leans forward to kiss your palm with a deviant chuckle. “That is not what I asked you, although it is rather endearing to hear you beg. I've no intention of releasing you just yet.” He pulls his fingers out of you with an obscenely wet, sticky sound, admiring how creamy his fingers look coated with your secretions. His fingers trail from your pussy down to your ass cheeks, and you feel him rubbing your juices on your tight hole. You gasp at the intrusion, your heart beginning to race as Tech firmly pushes, but doesn't enter.

“Will you let me in, cyar'íka? I know this is new for you, and I can sense your intimidation. There is something that will help loosen you up and prepare you for us...”

“Us?” you ask nervously. “That means you both want to...?”

Crosshair chuckles and takes one of your hands, squeezing it reassuringly. “We both want to fuck that pretty little ass of yours. It's been on our to-do list for a long time.” He reaches over to the nightstand and takes the anal plug and the remote, handing them to Tech. You hear the drawer open as Crosshair rummages around for the bottle of lube you always keep in there. “This isn't going to hurt a bit. But, use your safe word if you're not into it.”

Tech moves his finger away and you quietly groan when the cool tip of the plug take its place. You hear the snap of the lube bottle as Tech dribbles a little onto the plug and smears some over you. “I will go slowly, my love. Just relax, and when I tell you to push out, do it; the entrance will be much easier for you.”

“Crosshair – ” you utter apprehensively.

“You've got this, baby, don't worry,” Crosshair murmurs into your hair, kissing the top of your head. “I'm right here. Nothing is going to happen to you.”

Tech nudges the tip of the plug a fraction into you, watching your mouth drop open as you already feel the stretching. He pushes it a little deeper, keeping close watch on you for signs of overt pain. You let out a soft hiss as you're stretched a little wider, and Tech stops to grab the remote. “This might feel a little strange, but it will help with the discomfort.” He pushes the button for the lowest setting, breath catching in your throat at the intense vibrations. “Now bear down a little...you are taking this remarkably well. That's my good girl.”

You exhale sharply and push, feeling the plug slide in with less resistance. Tech carefully maneuvers it until you reach its full diameter. You groan softly at how tightly you feel stretched, Tech pausing when he sees you're uncomfortable. He takes the thumb of his open hand and starts rubbing your clit. Within moments, your pelvic floor loosens enough to let him ease the rest of it into you. He pushes the base of the plug flush against you and then activates the next level of vibration, watching with amusement when your hands clamp over your mouth, fighting the urge to scream as you swivel your hips.

“Fascinating, Crosshair,” Tech says as he shifts back from you, “I do believe she is experiencing nearly the same level of pleasure that you and I do, when we use similar implements. How does it feel, love?”

“Really full, but not in a negative way,” you reply. “It just feels like everything from the waist down is vibrating, which is...”

“Strange,” Crosshair interjects. “You get used to it, trust me. But right now, I think the more important thing is who gets to fuck you first, hm? You need to see how wet Tech and I are for you,” he says, his sultry voice dripping black ichor. “I don't think you'll need these anymore.”

He lifts the lenses away from your eyes, then pulls them off your head and sets them on the nightstand. Blinking owlishly as you acclimate to the light of your bedroom, it registers that Tech lies on his back before you, propped up on an elbow with his fully primed cock in hand. You can see wetness blossoming from the tip, ready to weep onto his stomach; your mouth waters just thinking about diving between his legs and bleeding him white. Letting your eyes roam their way up his lean, muscular frame, you eventually meet his gaze, his deep amber eyes harboring a mischievous glint.

“Cyaré, you have no idea how loud your thoughts are...it is almost deafening,” Tech teases, stroking his cock slowly as he beckons to you and points between his legs. “Come and let me whet your appetite, baby...show me how starved you are.”

Tech reclines fully, bringing up his legs as you align yourself between them. You wrap an arm around one of his thighs, taking ownership of his hot, swollen length and eagerly bringing him to your lips. He exhales sharply and curses under his breath as you delicately kiss the head of his cock, letting your tongue skillfully glide around it, hearing him moan as you let the tip of your tongue graze the tiny slit. Forming a ring with your fingers just under his glans, you apply steady pressure until another bead of pre-cum oozes out, using it to lubricate your thumb as you flick it along his frenulum. Tech moans deeply when his legs start to twitch, and you stifle laughter as you dig your nails into his thigh.

“Who's hungry, Tech? I'm starting to think it isn't me!” you taunt as he looks up to see a devilish look on your face.

“Sassy little minx, aren't you? Crosshair, the remote, if you please. Turn it up a few more levels and adjust cuun cyaré's undesirable attitude.”

“With only the greatest pleasure,” Crosshair replies with ominous laughter. He takes the remote and pushes it a few more times, the speed and intensity of the vibrations making you lyelp. He laughs even more when your hand flies to your ass to cover the plug. “I advise you to stay on task. Show Tech how nicely you can take his cock, instead of being so fucking mouthy.”

Tech stretches out his legs and you reposition yourself on your knees, resting your hands on his thighs. You close your eyes and moan blissfully as the vibrating seemingly spreads inside your cleft, tickling your walls and making your clit pulse. Your hands creep their way up, rocking forward on your knees until you reach his hips, gripping them as your tongue emerges to lick him base to tip. Tech runs his fingers through your hair and cradles the back of your head when one of your hands envelops him, squeezing firmly as it travels its way upward.

You let a bit of saliva pool in your mouth before you let it drip over the swollen head of his cock, cupping it as you roll your fingers and palm around to massage him. He tilts his hips and groans as you start back down his shaft, the hand on your head urging you forward until he's nudged against your lips. You start to inch him in, flattening out your tongue as he disappears farther into your mouth, your muted moaning sending vibrations all through his cock. You hear his breath catch as you rise, showing him just how skilled you are, sucking vigorously while your hand twists expertly around him.

Crosshair watches you attentively, admiring the view of your plug-filled ass and the blossom of your pussy, your outer lips spread wide open. His cock stirs when he sees a long bead of your slick clinging to your outer lips and he starts stroking himself again, the edging paying off as he grows rock hard quickly. He gets to his knees and aligns himself behind you, resting his hands upon the plush globes of your ass. He chuckles, seeing you pause for a moment and let out a muffled whimper, knowing you fear he's going to spank you again. Tenderly, he massages your soft flesh, nudging one of your legs to the side with his knee as he inches forward enough to let the head of his cock kiss your entrance.

“It's always such a delight to see how wet you get when you're sucking cock, kitten. Time to give that hungry pussy a little taste of dessert,” he says, taking one of your hips in his hand as his other takes hold of his cock to guide its way into you. Crosshair closes his eyes, breathing out forcefully as he sinks deeper into the tight channel, moaning softly at the sensation of the plug vibrating through the thin wall of muscle, tickling his cock and inviting him to spill inside you. You can hear his breathing becoming inconsistent as he seats himself completely inside you, trying to stay in check in the battle against the plug and your constricting walls. Holding still, he closes his hand around your other hip, gripping your waist as he refocuses, pulling himself back until he's almost out of you.

“Is she...hnngg...to your liking, vod?” Tech grunts as you hungrily suck on the head of his cock, feeling him starting to swell and tense in your hand, well on his way to his climax.

“So fucking hot and wet,” Crosshair replies, letting out another moan as he pushes his way back in, earning a cry of pleasure from you as his swollen tip kisses your cervix. Now he begins to move, pumping his hips gradually and watching himself plunge in and out, his cock getting coated with your cream each time he withdraws. It isn't long before he speeds up, the sound of skin on skin lewd each time his hips collide noisily with your ass. “That's it, my little slut, take my cock,” he growls, taking a fistful of your hair and fucking you harder.

Tech starts to sit up, propping himself on an elbow as he takes your chin in his other hand, resisting the urge to moan as the arousal in his core threatens to spiral out of control. “Cyar'íka, stop... I'm...too close,” he pants, lifting your head up off his throbbing length, perilously near to exploding in your mouth. Knowing you can no longer compete between sucking on him or being fucked by Crosshair, Tech gingerly moves back from you and gets to his knees, coming to your side to reach underneath you. Without interrupting Crosshair's momentum, he finds your clit easily, the tiny nubbin already slick with wetness and aching to be teased.

The moment his fingertip touches you, a lusty moan springs forth as you stretch your arms out in front of you, lowering yourself onto the bed. “Touch me,” you plead, moaning plaintively as Tech applies a little friction and swipes his fingers back and forth over your clit. “Please let me come...”

You let out a startled yelp as Crosshair lightly slaps one of your ass cheeks and presses his palm down on the middle of your back, slowing down his thrusting to a lazy rocking. “Begging is childish, unflattering, and beneath you, cyaré. Big girls use their words when they want something.” He yanks you back against him, sinking himself all the way in with one fluid motion. You let out a cry as his cock stretches your pussy to the fullest, flexing as he feels the plug vibrating much more acutely. He retreats, stopping as the head of his cock spreads your entrance open, pausing momentarily before he shoves himself back into you, burying himself to the hilt.

“Look at that famished little cunt, swallowing me whole,” Crosshair observes as he slowly pulls back, once more parking himself at your entrance. Swiftly, he bucks his hips into you, each word punctuated with a forceful thrust. “One...would...think...we...never...feed...you!” A primal sounding growl rips from his throat as he grabs your ass, holding on tightly as he returns to fucking you hard and fast, your cries of ecstasy driving him into a frenzy.

Tech's nimble fingers return between your legs to seek out their quarry, the sensitive bundle of nerves screaming for relief. Each slippery pass over your clit sends rippling shockwaves of pleasure through you, amplified by the wild buzzing of the plug and Crosshair's thick cock massaging your sweet spot with each forward surge. Deep-seated moans pour out of you as Tech flicks his fingertip along the underside of your clit, luscious heat spreading like wildfire. Your thighs start to quake against their will as you're being launched closer to your apex, hoping that you will be granted the release you so desperately want.

“Fuck, I'm so close...” you nearly sob as you feel Crosshair's cock tightening up, your inner walls catching him in a stranglehold.

He groans loudly and bites his lower lip, struggling to remain disciplined and deny himself release until Tech calls him off. Loosening the grip on your waist, he rests his hands on your ass to let you take over. Pressing your face into the blanket, you start throwing back against him, your ass clapping against his hips in a vulgar staccato. Crosshair moans as he watches his cock vanish into the depths of your pussy, the coil of arousal winding tightly. “Hurry up, vod, I'm not going to last much longer at this rate,” he chokes out, feeling the burning tension in his thighs.

“Patience is a virtue, Crosshair,” Tech replies as he switches techniques, grasping your clit between his thumb and forefinger as he fondles you, the sensation of your hood being pulled along its sides almost tipping you over the edge. “She's nearly there,” he confirms, seeing your face alight with sheer felicity. He squeezes your clit between his fingers just a little, stroking you fervently until he feels you dripping onto his hand.

“Tech, I... Fuck, I'm gonna...”

“Cyar'íka, are you all right? Do you want us to stop?” he asks, growing alarmed when you refuse to answer him.

“Now, Crosshair!”

Tech releases your clit as Crosshair pulls out and falls back against the mound of pillows, panting as he resists the urge to finish himself off. An angry sounding sob bursts from you as you ball up your fist and slam it down, dismayed by the sudden lack of stimulation. Tech looks over at Crosshair, great concern etched all over his face as Crosshair's eyes widen, with the question of did we go too far? racing through their minds, completely taken aback by your reaction. Slowly, you get yourself upright, sitting back on your feet as your hands cover your face, unbidden tears of frustration stinging your eyes. Tech reaches out for you, closing his hand around your forearm and noticing that you're quivering.

“Ayósa, please...this is important. We didn't hurt you, did we?” Crosshair asks uneasily as he reaches for the remote, turning off the plug before he sits up and gently lays a hand on your shoulder. “Come on, baby, talk to us. Did we do something wrong?”

You take your hands away from your face and let them drop into your lap. Tech lets go of your arm and gets up to sit in front of you, taking your chin in his hand to lift your head until your eyes meet his. He watches as tears cloud your vision and roll down your cheeks, your expression devoid of emotion. A thick lump forms in your throat as you try to think of something to say that won't end up seeming like misdirected anger. Tech's words from earlier ring hollow in your mind - “...I have my methods, and they're exceedingly efficient...”

“You were right, Tech. Your methods of punishment are efficient, so congratulations...you win. Honestly, I didn't know you have a sadistic streak,” you reply with disconcerting flatness.

“I am a great many things, ner cyaré, but a sadist is not one of them,” Tech says, brushing your hair away from your face as he strokes your cheek with his thumb. “I did not consider that denying you pleasure to an extreme may cause undue stress to such a degree. For that, I am most sorry. Gedet'ye...forgive me. Forgive us.”

Crosshair presses himself up against your back, wrapping one of his arms around your waist and crossing the other over your chest, resting his head on top of yours. Your hands cover his, interlacing your fingers as he squeezes you tightly. He takes a deep breath and exhales loudly through his nose while he carefully chooses his next words.

“Cyar'íka,I have never deviated from the belief that there is a great deal of beauty in vulnerability. It is a state of being that requires the utmost trust between two people, because you are sharing a part of yourself kept locked away, and once it's in the hands of another, you hope it won't be abused. Tonight, you've done just that; you have laid bare your vulnerabilities for us, trusted without question, and done things that are new and intimidating.

We never know what we are truly capable of until we are pushed to our limits, but you have shown us that you are remarkably strong and resilient, coupled with a ferocious need to please. Tech and I would never dare jeopardize our bond with you by willfully manipulating your mind and body to our own selfish ends. So if I have done something to hurt you, cyaré, I apologize.”

He lifts his hand from your chest, bringing his lips to the back of your hand, kissing it softly. Tech follows suit, plucking your other hand from your waist to leave a warm, tender kiss upon it before he presses it to his face. You turn to look at him and you see that sweet, boyish grin that you've never been able to resist. The pent-up frustration simmering just under the surface dissipates when you remind yourself that these are your men, they love you, and this is just a game. Leaning your head back against Crosshair's shoulder, you reach up and run your fingers up his neck and into his hair, hearing him sigh contentedly in your ear.

“Do you want to continue, love? There will be no more discipline tonight,” Tech asks quietly. “You have been extraordinarily patient with us, and now everything to come is for you. For all of us, really.” Your hesitance to respond spreads tendrils of uneasiness through his chest, and he quickly adds, “O-only if you desire it, of course.”

“Is that a promise?”

“No more games,” Crosshair says, sliding his hands down your sides and over the curves of your hips. He cups your cheeks and spreads them, feeling his cock stir upon seeing your hole stretched tightly around the plug. “You should be more than adequately prepared down there for us, now. Push out when I tell you, baby. It'll make it easier to take this out.”

He takes the base of the plug and starts pulling it, a soft moan rising from you as the sense of fullness lessens. Crosshair's free hand closes down on your shoulder as the thickest part of the plug starts to emerge, pausing when you let out a soft grunt of discomfort. “Bear down, cyaré...it's almost out. That's my good girl...just a little more,” he says softly, watching as your hole flares out, the plug appearing with a crude sticky sound. He reaches over and deposits the plug and the remote on the nightstand, taking the bottle of lube to drizzle some into his hand. “Now comes the fun part. You're going to feel my fingers inside you, but before I do this, this is your last chance to tell us if you still want to finish.”

“We're not done tonight until we've all come enough to almost pass out,” you reply. “No more edging, no more teasing, no more bullshit. Let's just fuck until we can't see straight.”

Tech's eyebrows raise at your candor, looking over at Crosshair as he nods agreeably. “I still have not had the pleasure of being in your pussy tonight, my love, so let me rectify that. Switch spots with me, Crosshair, for what you and I envisioned is going to require some creative maneuvering to achieve.” Tech takes your chin in his hand and looks at you, his eyes filled with adoration. “...and I very much want to see your beautiful face while we do this.” He leans in and brushes his lips over yours; they automatically part as your tongue reunites with his when he enters your mouth for a deep, ardent kiss.

Crosshair gets up and comes around to the foot of your bed, Tech taking his place and fluffing up the pillows before sinking into them. He waits patiently with arms outstretched, wanting you to climb atop and fall into his loving embrace. Delicately, you straddle his lap and nestle him between your folds. He pulls you down against his chest, your hands coming to his shoulders as he touches his forehead to yours, slowly lifting his hips. You drag yourself along his cock, coating him with your slickness as you meet him halfway. His hot, swollen tip connects with your entrance and his hands find their way to your hips, sinking himself into an inferno.

“Oh, mésh'la,” Tech moans lustily as your pussy greets him with an amorous kiss of its own, vise-like walls instantly constricting around him. “Ride me... You feel so good, cyaré...”

His hands roam their way up your back, fingers curling over your shoulders as he draws you to him once more until you're nose-to-nose. You slip your hands behind his back, mirroring him by closing your hands around his broad, muscular shoulders. Tech wastes no time, his mouth capturing yours for impassioned kisses as he starts thrusting. Eager hands return to your waist, holding you steady while you bounce on his cock a little faster. Flames lick your cleft each time his thick, engorged tip massages your sweet spot, the pulsing in your clit driving you mad.

Pulling one of your arms away from him, you wedge your hand down between your legs to finally give yourself much-needed relief. The tight fit between your body and Tech's works to your advantage, letting your fingertips provide greater friction as they press down and dance over the little node of overtaxed nerves. Tech lets out a breathy groan when your walls contract around him, fighting your grip as he withdraws from you, marveling at the way you're so adept at controlling your body while knowing precisely how to pleasure him. Your clit blazes with heat as you rub it faster to stay with the tempo of his driving hips, the low growling emanating from him the tell that he's already chasing his orgasm.

Crosshair watches you work your magic, and smears some of the residual lube on his fingers over his cock, stroking lazily and not having to wait long before his erection returns. He can see your hole opening slightly each time Tech spikes his cock all the way in, using the opportunity to park himself behind you, parting your cheeks just a little. You let out a surprised gasp and Crosshair pats your ass. “It's all right. Now you're going to feel my fingers, so relax and open up for me.” Burying your head against Tech's neck, a prolonged sigh draws from you as Crosshair easily slips in his index finger, penetrating you a few times before adding his middle. You hear him groan when he sees how stretched your hole is around him while he pumps his fingers in and out.

“Fuck, baby, you're so loose for me,” Crosshair whispers in fascination, scarcely believing that the moaning flooding out of you is because you're enjoying it. “How does that feel? Is this all right?”

“ 's better than all right,” you pant doggedly, almost letting out a scream as Crosshair's fingertips push downward and apply pressure. “So fucking tight and full...faster, Cross, don't stop,” you plead.

He doesn't hesitate, ramping up his pace until he's incessantly drilling into you. Your euphoric cries blend with Tech's deep-chested moans as your pussy throttles his cock in a death grip, thanks to Crosshair's intruding fingers narrowing your channel. You plant a hand on Tech's chest, pushing yourself up for a precarious balancing act as your hand mindlessly strays between your legs, clit slippery with the web of your juices. Tech's hold on your svelte hips tightens as he watches you work it for him, fingers swiping across the swollen nub at a frantic momentum. Head back with eyes shut, you're driving yourself higher up the cliff, needing both your men to catapult you off the edge and headlong into rapture.

“C-Cross...fuck me... I n-n-oh, gods-need your cock... Need that big cock,” you whimper.

You needn't ask twice, for a toothy grin spreads across his lean face as he pushes his fingers in up to the knuckles, his fingers stroking the wall of muscle separating him from Tech. A low growl builds in his throat as he feels your pussy suddenly contract along with Tech's cock jerking forcibly. “Ósik, baby...you've got it. I'm all yours,” he rasps, easing his fingers out and moaning softly as the cavernous gape of your hole awaits him. Crosshair scrambles for the bottle of lube, hands trembling in anticipation as he pours out a good amount into his palm, then drips more onto you.

He rubs his fingertips around your hole, massaging in the lube as he reaches down to apply the rest to his cock, aching to live out his fantasy. Tech spreads his legs apart a little farther and brings up his knees to allow Crosshair ample space. Lining up with your glistening puckered flesh, he presses his tip against you and languidly sinks into the depths of your ass with no resistance. He rests a hand on Tech's knee while his other grabs one of your cheeks, holding it to the side as he starts to fuck you. An unbridled scream of pleasure claws its way out of you at the sensation of two thick cocks, redefining the definition of fullness as they draw the line between just enough and too much. A stream of half-whispered, half-moaned curses from Tech and a rousing groan from Crosshair make you clench down around them both and rub your clit with even more fervor.

“So this is what...this feels like,” Tech grunts with exertion as he feels Crosshair through your narrow barrier. “Move together with me, vod, like we are rocking cyar'íka to sleep.”

The cadence of his thrusting slows as he waits for Crosshair to match his movements, and it isn't long until the two of them synchronize, purposely dragging their cocks to and fro with agonizing sluggishness. The volcanic heat bubbling within you rises ever higher, a cataclysmic eruption on the horizon. You hold still as Tech and Crosshair fuck you at a solid clip, and you realize it does feel like you're being rocked, although not to sleep. Rocked into the next fucking galaxy, you think. Unfettered moaning from both men fills the room, growing louder as they feel you constrict your floor around them.

“That's the way, kitten...we're all yours,” Crosshair whispers hotly, taking his hand off Tech's knee to bring his arm around you, cupping your breast and taking your nipple between his fingers. “Take what you need from us...we'll give you anything, cuun cyaré,” he moans as he feels Tech's cock starting to swell, with his responding in kind after another contraction around them both.

“Fuck...me...harder...” you hoarsely groan, each word jouncing out of you. “Fill the well and...m-make me come.”

“Mésh'la...naú'ul be kár'ta, whatever you desire,” Tech replies, his eyes closing and mouth going slack as instinct takes hold, the rutting of his hips becoming manic.

Crosshair's hips carom off your ass as he adapts to Tech's pace, pinching and tugging on your nipple the faster he ruts. He leans in and seeks out your neck, lips showering you with heated kisses before his tongue emerges to lick away your sweat. You let out a strangled cry when his mouth latches onto you, sucking on the thin, sensitive skin to gift you with his mark of ownership. Abruptly, he reaches between your legs and pushes your hand out of the way, wanting to be the one to lead you to bliss.

“Let it all go, baby...we've got you,” Crosshair reassures, his fingers waltzing over your clit. “You're so fucking hard for me, my sweet, precious girl. I know you're close. Don't hold anything back.”

The knot of arousal pulls tighter, threatening to unravel as the searing heat and electric pulsing concentrates in your center, unable to control your walls from clinching around both men. Crosshair holds you against his dripping wet chest, parking his head in the hollow of your neck. He nimbly adjusts his fingers so that he's stroking your clit between his thumb and the index, his moans vibrating against your neck as the tiny organ throbs between them. Crosshair's cock twitches and swells, the rough thrusting giving way to unstable shallow bucking, on the precipice of his own climax. Tech's eyes snap open at the encroaching tightness, greeted by the look of exhilaration on your face as you're ready to tumble off the mountaintop.

“Cross, make me come, baby...make me come,” you utter with a squeak, trying to catch your breath. “Fill me up...don't stop...n-need you both... Ni kar'tayl gar darásuum...”

Crosshair's fingers jerk over your clit a few more times and now there's no holding back the screaming as your orgasm breaks, nor the tears of pleasure streaming down your face as the floodgates open. Your walls spasm violently around both men, a sharp gasp and throaty moaning coming from Tech as you grind your hips and bear down in an attempt to expel him. His cock slips out of you along with a gush of your juices that drenches his groin and thighs, a shuddering groan coming from Crosshair as he feels the spatter on his legs.

His protective hold on you strengthens as you wriggle in his arms, trying to free yourself from his determined fingers that are still stroking your clit, pushing you dangerously into overstimulation. Your breath comes in great heaving sobs as he surges back into you, no longer penned in with Tech on the other side. He lets go of you and pulls himself away from your neck, running his hands down your body until they connect with your ass cheeks. Gripping them hard, he cants his hips up into you, cock stiffening with each successive thrust.

Crosshair pumps himself into you with a few short strokes before burying all the way in, stretching you to the absolute limit. His cock pulses in waves, with a guttural snarl breaking out of him as he comes, painting your depths with ropes of his hot seed. You hear him huffing laboriously when he lets go of your ass to drape himself around you, his arms encircling you in a crushing embrace. Rising slowly, he holds you by the shoulders, pulling out of you and pausing as the head of his cock is about to pop out, fixated on how perfect your hole looks spread around him. As a parting gift, he pushes back into you for a few more lazy thrusts, supremely amused by the suggestive wet noises following each one.

“Un-fucking-real...like something from one of those holoporn flicks,” he says, laughing in disbelief as he pulls out of you. “I knew you could do it...you're tougher than rancor hide, you know that?” He leaves tiny kisses along the back of your damp neck, then takes you by the chin to turn your face to his, lips connecting with yours for a warmhearted expression of his devotion. “Thank you, cyaré, for letting me,” he whispers.

Crosshair retreats to the foot of the bed and Tech groans as he bring his legs back down, stiff from having held them apart for so long. You climb off him and flop onto your back, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm. Tech watches you reach between your legs, reflexively spreading your outer lips and letting your fingers glide over your clit to glaze them with your slick. He quietly clears his throat and you look up, seeing those amber eyes bright and half-hooded by arousal. “You are not done yet, cyar'íka.Crosshair told you earlier he and I both wanted to pleasure you anally, and now it is my turn. Do you still feel physically capable of doing so?”

“Didn't you hear what Cross just said? I'm a porn star now, so yes, I've got another round left in me,” you reply mischievously, rising and turning around to lightly shake your ass at him.

Crosshair reaches over and swats your ass playfully. “I said no such thing, kitten, and you know it. I want to see you on all fours like a good girl for Tech by the time I get out of that 'fresher, all right?” You watch him as he walks toward the refresher, somehow in his nakedness looking even more graceful and fluid. He stops in the doorway and looks over at you and Tech. “Don't start without me, vod.”

You hear the running of water as Crosshair cleans himself up, and Tech gets to his knees to encompass your cheeks in his large hands. He spreads you apart, a frothy trickle of Crosshair's spend appearing as your hole loosens and flares out. His thumb swipes and collects the mess before it can reach your folds, daubing it back onto you before he pushes his thumb inside. Tech laughs and watches with rapt interest while you rock yourself back and forth, wantonly moaning.

“As interesting as this is to watch you sate your desire on my fingers, I would much rather sink my cock into you and fuck you senseless,” Tech remarks, reaching down between his legs to touch himself, his cock still damp from you squirting on him. His fingers graze the weeping tip, fresh with a new droplet of pre-cum. “I want to hear you scream my name when I release,” he continues, his silky voice husky with passion.

You lean forward and Tech pulls his thumb out, watching as you take your cheeks in your hands, spreading them wide to put yourself on display for him. “Then come fuck my ass, Tech... Wanna feel you stretch me out... Ruin me...”

“Mésh'la...” Tech returns almost inaudibly, stunned by your brazen vulgarity. “Sa gar vercópa, ner cyare.”

“You heard the lady, Tech!” Crosshair teases as he steps out of the refresher, coming back around to sit at the foot of the bed. He runs his hand through your hair and leans down to kiss you. “Now you've asked for it, kitten. Better hold onto something!”

Tech picks up the bottle of lube and pours some into his hand, dipping two fingers into it before spreading it over your hole. You hear the wet, viscous sound of him applying the rest of the lube to his cock, and you find yourself unable to fight off the anticipatory frisson racing up your spine. Tech chuckles and presses the head of his cock against you, putting a hand on your ass to stop you from backing up into him. “Patience, love. I want to give you a choice in the way I take you. Would you prefer this from behind, or would you like to give Crosshair the pleasure of seeing you from the front while I fuck you?”

“Mmm, why not both? You got to see him take me from the back, so I want to extend the courtesy,” you reply, your voice turning low and sultry.

“Who am I to deny you? Take a deep breath, cyaré, and remember what I want from you,” he replies, pushing himself through the ring of muscle and moaning at the velvety heat enveloping him.

A sibilant hiss comes from you as his thick length stretches you out with a pleasurable slow burn. Tech sinks farther into you, letting go of his cock in favor of taking your other ass cheek, almost overwhelmed by how different it feels to be tucked inside you this way. “I should not have waited so long to do this,” he groans, closing his eyes as he concentrates on the way you're rhythmically squeezing around him until he's fully seated inside you. “Ó-ósik, cyar'íka,” he gasps as your walls ripple around him, his cock responding with a few jerks of its own. “I... Fuck... Extraordinary,” he marvels breathlessly to himself.

“Just wait until you get going,” Crosshair says, watching Tech's hands take you by the waist, gently rocking himself into you. “It's like nothing you've ever felt, ner vod, I promise you. I wish you could see herfrom this angle, taking you like it's nothing.”

You settle your upper half onto the bed, resting your head on your hands while heat creeps into your face at Crosshair's rare words of high praise. Glancing up, you catch him looking down upon you with pure veneration in his dark eyes and a half-smile softening his angular features. He reaches out and pets you tenderly, brushing your hair out of your face before stroking your cheek with his fingertip. You moan softly through parted lips as Tech finds a suitable rhythm, pulling you back against him a little harder. He sucks in air loudly through his teeth as you constrict around his swollen cock each time he retreats, deliberately provoking him to hurry up.

“Keep doing that, love, and this will be over faster than both of us desire,” Tech warns you, the strain from trying to stay focused evident in his voice.

“Which will be no fun for me,” Crosshair adds, leaning back on one hand as he reaches down between his legs to start stroking himself once more. “Seeing that beautiful little pussy of yours with Tech buried in your ass is a 2 for 1 show I'm not about to miss.”

Shifting yourself up onto your elbows, you bunch the blanket up tightly in clenched fists. One of Tech's hands closes around your hip as he reaches out and lets his fingertips dance their way down your spine. He takes you by the hair, your eyes shooting open in surprise as he pulls your head back, effectively locking you in place. Promptly, he buries himself to the maximum and gives pause as his hips press firmly against your ass. Chuckling smugly with satisfaction, Tech admires how effortlessly you've taken him without fussing.

He doesn't make you wait long before he begins again, this time using short, teasing strokes. His fingers wind tighter into your hair as your shallow gasps transform into fervid moans, providing him the impetus to lengthen each movement, plunging deep with every thrust. Tech inhales sharply as you curve your spine and tilt your ass up, hearing you whimper when the head of his cock glides past your G-spot, inadvertently stimulating it. He lets go of your hair and pushes on your shoulder, easing you back down before he shifts and leans over, caging you between his arms.

“What was that, mésh'la? Would you like me to keep doing that?” he inquires with a husky whisper.

“ 's the...oh fuck, Tech,” you mumble as he drags his cock nearly all the way out. “...spot...'s the spot, don't stop...need it...need you, just fuck me.”

Tech drives back in fluidly, finding your cries of elation particularly endearing when he grinds his hips against you. He's secretly thrilled, now knowing that he no longer has to be buried in your pussy in order to reach your most sacred of places. His hands come to rest atop yours, persuading you to let go of the blanket. Fingers push between yours and lovingly interweave with them as he takes advantage of this new angle, inching out of you unhurriedly before slipping back in. But tenderness loses all meaning when Tech bucks into you with newfound vigor, each pass of his cock drawing out feral outcries of deepest pleasure from you.

He lets go of one of your hands and without breaking rhythm, reaches between your legs. Two fingers swipe through your folds and pull fresh wetness up over your throbbing clit. Tech orbits the pad of his index finger around you, moaning softly when your hand comes down to join his, briefly helping him caress you. Sliding two of your fingers into your pussy, you push upwards and wait for a moment, eager to feel his cock glide past. Your fingertips flitter soundly over your anterior wall, catching his tip on the retreat. A deep moan rumbles out of him and he thrusts into you, going still as he struggles to exercise restraint. Tech lets go of your other hand and slings his arm around you to pull you to his chest.

“We're almost done, love; just hold on a little longer for me. I know you have it in you, ner mésh'la bal kotyç ayósa.”

He encircles your waist with his other arm and begins to rise, taking the greatest of care to ensure he stays merged with you. Closing your eyes, you clasp your hands between your breasts while Tech straightens, his breath hot against your cheek. He presses his lips to your temple as the two of you fall back into the pillows with a soft thump. Hands slide under your back and guide you upright, waiting for you to bring your arms down on either side of him. Your eyes flutter open when Tech reaches underneath and cups your ass cheeks, giving them a reaffirming squeeze.

“Bring your feet up onto my thighs,” he directs you. “I know what you're thinking, and you aren't going to hurt me. Crosshair, help her into position, please.”

“Tuck your knees up, baby. Come on, I've got you,” Crosshair assures as his hands close around your calves, hoisting you up onto Tech and chuckling as he watches you slightly wobble. “Tech won't let you fall, and neither will I.” He leans down between your legs, slipping his tongue between your folds and helping himself to a taste before taking your clit between his lips. He tenderly suckles on you for a moment, then pulls away to leave a soft kiss upon it. As he rises, his eyes narrow and a predatory smile appears, his tongue snaking out to lick at one of his canines. “Give him everything you've got, sweetheart. I want to see both of you come together.”

Crosshair moves off to your side and Tech lets you take over for the moment to find a comfortable rhythm, holding onto your ass tighter as you unsteadily rise and fall upon him. You being on top lets Tech sink in like never before, each stroke magnifying the pleasure tenfold. It doesn't take long until you become confident in your ability and are bouncing snappily on his cock with ease. You let out a loud whine as Crosshair reaches back down between your legs to brush the flat of his thumb over your clit. He applies a little pressure and rubs you intently, reigniting exquisite heat and tingling inside and out. You look up at him, meeting eyes gleaming with persistent hunger just before he leans down to latch onto one of your pert nipples.

Crosshair takes his thumb away from your clit and trails the tip of his middle finger through your folds. He sinks it in and sweeps along your anterior wall, moaning against your breast with each minuscule contraction tightening you around him. Instinctively, you ramp up your speed and summon every ounce of your stamina, ignoring the burning of your muscles as you ride Tech for all you're worth. His heavy moaning gives way to your name falling from his lips like an invocation, spurring you on as you feel the next release rapidly approaching.

“Ósik... Let me, baby... I can't – Fuck, so perfect...” he groans, renewing his grip on your ass cheeks as he retakes command, aggressively spiking into you.

Crosshair releases your nipple with a wet pop, giving it a cheeky little nip as he pulls his finger out of your pussy and sticks it in his mouth to suck it clean. He laughs when you whimper and takes his leave from your side, repositioning himself in front of you on his knees. His cock hangs thick and heavy, pre-cum drooling from the head, silently demanding the unchecked arousal be satiated. A brief glimpse between your legs tells him that time is of the essence as your slick leaks freely from you and drips onto Tech's quickly firming balls. “Eyes on me, love...there isn't much time.”

Your eyes lock on his and he draws a hand down his body, leering at you when it passes over the fine trail of silvery hair on his lower abdomen. With a wink of his tattooed eye, he picks up where he left off, brusquely stroking his cock and reaching between your legs to palm your mound. Tech jerks up his hips roughly, shifting his hands from your ass over to your aching hamstrings. The newfound support is energizing, helping you spear yourself on his cock with renewed strength. Tech's breathing grows shallow and ragged, groaning hoarsely as he feels himself starting to unravel.

Crosshair's thumb skims over your clit, stroking himself harder as he drinks in the sight of you bathed in sweat, seeing nothing but unadulterated love in your eyes. “I know you're tired, cyaré, but I know you have more left in you. Be a good girl and come on Tech's cock, sweetheart. You're both so close.”

Tech falters as he reaches the cusp of his orgasm, thrusting growing progressively erratic while fighting the innate urge to restrain you and unload every last drop of his seed. His fingertips dig painfully into your legs, thighs quivering under your feet, all his self-control nearly exhausted. Cautiously, you slow down, realizing he's holding on until the last possible second, wanting you to finish before he does. Crosshair pushes down on your clit and rubs firmly, a half-choked curse emanating from Tech when your pussy tenses around him.

“Cross, please...just like that,” you whisper heatedly, seconds away from ascending back into nirvana.

“I know what you need, mésh'la. Come for me, baby...”

Crosshair's words of encouragement and a few deft flicks of his thumb tip the scales. Your head snaps back, crying out his name as you're pushed over the edge, new heat and electricity sizzling in your core. Tech can't stop from loudly moaning, feeling himself being suffocated by each powerful contraction. He lets go of your legs and roughly grabs your waist, pulling you down and ramming all the way in. Stars flare behind your eyes, his name rushing out of you in a cry of shock. It morphs into a scream when you feel his cock tauten and pulsate, spurting hot jets of cum into your recesses.

Tech runs blindly on outright instinct as he rides out his orgasm, scarcely giving you time to breathe before his hands return to support your legs. Without hesitation he returns to fucking you, each thrust wringing a soft moan from you as milky rivulets of his seed flow out of you and down his cock, dripping onto his inner thighs. Crosshair calls your name and you look up to see him pumping himself through a closed fist. The muscles of his abdomen tense with every breath he takes, and you watch his open hand come to his balls and gently tug on them. He bites his lower lip and with a brutish grunt, releases what he has left all over your chest and stomach.

Tech slows his movements when he hears you cursing and moaning Crosshair's name, and makes one last push into you before his endurance is finally sapped. He slides his hands down your calves, taking you by the ankles and setting your feet back down on the bed. Still trying to catch his breath, he pats your thigh a few times and waits for you to dismount. You lift yourself at a snail's pace, feeling nothing but warmth as his softening cock slips from your body. Your legs are useless blobs of jelly, giving out when you attempt to shift forward and instead fall into Crosshair's waiting arms. He ignores the sticky mess he left all over you and crushes you to his chest, kissing the top of your head, hearing a muffled hiccuping sigh rising from you.

“Shhhh, it's over now, baby. It's all over. You're all right,” he murmurs, stroking your back. “You were absolutely perfect, cyar'íka. I can't begin to tell you how hot that was.” You chuckle weakly, unable to form a cohesive thought. “I'm serious. I think this is a first, but you managed to completely wear out Tech. Just look.”

You turn back to see Tech with his face buried in his hands, at long last experiencing the aftermath of his orgasm. He lies motionless, body glistening with sweat. You can't help but crack a smile at the thought of you being the one to make him, the almighty Tech, succumb to such a hedonistic act. You break free of Crosshair's embrace and sit at Tech's feet, running your fingers over one of his shins. He barely registers the touch, making only small sounds of contentment while you pet him.

“Tech? Cyaré? You still in there?” you inquire with a hint of mirth.

Tech uncovers his face and slips one hand behind his head, resting the other on his stomach. His eyes are bright and glassy as he looks at you with a lopsided grin. “I am...currently incapacitated, my love. Crosshair's observation is correct. You have worn me out. I must ask...are you all right?”

“It's going to be rough tomorrow morning, but yes, I'm all right,” you snicker, hearing Crosshair suppress a laugh behind you. “You boys want a shower before we crash?” You scoot to the edge of your bed and swing your feet to the floor. Crosshair gets up and comes around, taking his hand as he helps you get up. “Well, when you recover, you're free to join us.”

Tech eventually makes his way into the bathroom, steam pouring back out into your bedroom when he opens the door. The glass of your spacious walk-in shower is opaque with fog, and the only thing he can make out are two shadows moving within. The sound of you giggling and squealing with laughter greet him as he steps in to find Crosshair's mouth at your neck and both his hands groping your breasts. He watches quietly for a few moments, then clears his throat. Crosshair's head whips around and his eyes narrow, a smug look on his face.

“About time you got here, vod. She was just telling me that she needs both of us to bathe her.”

“Is that so? Then let us waste no time.”

*****

You return to the bedroom to find that before Tech came to shower, he took it upon himself to change the bedding. Crosshair pulls back the quilt, letting you crawl into bed first to nestle in the center. He slides in next to you while Tech shuts off the lights and then joins you on the opposite side. Weary heads come to rest on your shoulders, Crosshair's hand resting over your heart with Tech's arm slung across your stomach possessively. You turn to each of them and kiss their foreheads, one last act of unconditional love and affection before sleep claims all three of you. This will be a night you won't ever forget, for your men showed you their light, darkness, and everything in between.

*****

This is what was playing when the idea for the title of this story came to me. Such an uplifting song.

Peter Murphy - “Dragnet Drag” [Love Hysteria, 1988]

Look at them now

Look at them do

Look they found the dove

Their vastness too

Whirlpools whirl

And dragnets drag

Love me do, oh love me do

Love me, find the dove

This vastness sings a pretty song

This vastness must be love

Give me three, the gift of one

Whose science can't describe

Whose eyes are peeled like atom bombs

Their spirit is the prize

The sufi three winged flight they soar

All sacrals join all hearts

A cavern gasps, a dragon screams

The djinn men smash the ark

Four guides float, four dots of God

Realistic haqq is theirs

Mystic men whose eyes are sore

From trials of bigger lairs

Look at them now

Look at them do

Look they found the dove

Their triad song too

A grey surprise

Swirls below

They could be happy too

The Ides of March

Whirlpools whirl

And dragnets drag

Whirlpools whirl

And dragnets drag

Whirlpools whirl

Dragnets drag

Hell is not the fire

Hell is your belief

In yourself as the higher

Four guides afloat

Four dots of God

Look they found the dove

Their triad song too

Whirlpools whirl

Dragnets drag

Hell is not the fire

Hell is your belief

In yourself as the higher

I also compiled a short list of songs I listened to quite a bit while writing the 79's scene, which took a ridiculous amount of time, believe it or not. Follow the link for songs that'll tickle your central nervous system.

#star wars #the bad batch #clone force 99 #the bad batch tech #the bad batch crosshair #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #the bad batch smut #tech x reader #tech x you #crosshair x reader #crosshair x you #Spotify #kinktober 2024

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Charity and Decadence

Chapter 7, Entirely Too Much Manspreading

Word count: 5994

Series masterlist

Pairing(s) Echo x force sensitive earthling f!Reader OC (reader has a nickname) ✨

Bad Batch & Reader ✨ Rex & Reader ✨ Anakin & Reader

Warnings: nothing much in this chapter, but a whole lot of the male gaze, a little angst, tiny bit of suggestive commentary, mentions of slavery and medical procedures. There’s some spicier stuff previously and this is a slow build up to more.

You turned and saw a soldier with a ruggedly handsome and tattooed face. He had long hair held in place with a red bandana or maybe a sweatband. His eyes had been roving over your body but snapped up to your face as you rounded on him. Like Tech, he was still in his armor. He stepped back to let you both step out of the room. The door slid closed behind you as the man held your gaze. He felt sharp and cunning, rustic for lack of a better word, and kind of had a Rambo look going on. You bet he’d love that movie and would probably be a Stalone fan.

“Choy, this is Hunter, our Sargent and squad leader,” Tech said beside you.

“Welcome aboard the Havoc Marauder,” Hunter spoke with smoky timber that matched his energy. Well at least he doesn’t sound like a Stalone character.

You held your hand out, “Thank you, Hunter, I am very pleased to make your acquaintance.” His eyes widened and his lusty vibe shifted to something a little more respectful. He took your hand and his energy was suddenly right inside your head. Another clone you realized with a shock. You could see a jumble of his memories and feelings. Feelings and thoughts- you slammed the barriers down right as you saw yourself- and, shit, you were naked. You managed to remember to squeeze back on his hand and let go. You searched his eyes, yes he had tells of a clone. “You and Tech, you are both clones?” You managed to ask, wondering if naked-you was still bouncing around in his mind.

“We are Clone Force 99,” Tech said to your side.

99, the sweet defective clone. This is,

“The Bad Batch,” you said in a hushed voice. You breathed in deep to ground yourself as you were flooded with memories of these guys and more of your life. Dammit not now, you grumbled to yourself. You held up a hand to steady yourself against the bulkhead. Tech intercepted it as you reached out and held it in his.

“Yes we call ourselves the Bad Batch,” Tech said, glancing over at Hunter. “Are you not feeling well?” He steadied your elbow with his other hand.

“I’m ok, It’s just been a long day, although not as hard as yours.” You let your gaze fall to all the abrasions and blaster grazes on Hunter’s armor. Then back up to his face.

Hunter looked like he was going to comment on that, but with a smirk he gestured toward the cockpit. “If you are ok please join us up front, we’d like to have a talk with you.” Tech led you forward. Hunter’s eyes stayed on you, closing as he deeply inhaled when you drew away from him. It raised the hair on the back of your neck and you felt like you were being tracked. A hand on your back brought your attention to Tech who was giving a stern look back at Hunter.

Rex, Anakin and Crosshair were standing off to the side discussing an extremely large long-gun as you approached. They all quieted, their eyes on you, their mouths open in mid sentence as you paused and nodded to them. You heard a low whistle from their direction as Tech offered the navigator’s chair, “My lady.” He was being so sweet. Was he always like this? You wondered if real-Tech was less socially awkward than cartoon-Tech.

You took your seat and surveyed the men before you. Crosshair’s eyebrow cocked as he watched Tech’s interaction with you. In fact, you realized, they were all watching as his hand slid up to your shoulder while you lowered yourself down in the seat.

Anakin turned his back towards you and handed Crosshair the gun. And what sounded like an admonishment of “Woman on deck, men.” Before turning around he adjusted something near his belt and tugged at the collar of his tunic. You felt him calm his energy as he turned back around. You better calm down married-almost-father-of-twins, you thought to yourself. He must have caught on to your judgement and suddenly looked a little guilty.

“Is she glowing?” Rex tilted his head to Anakin, his eyes still roving the space around you.

Anakin winked at you and said, “Choy, this is-“ and you both said “Captain Rex.” They looked a bit surprised.

“How do you know who I am?” Rex had straightened up and regarded you with some caution. All clone, you thought, but brighter energy than most.

“It’s a long story,” you sighed and smiled at him. You looked between them all. “Which I promise to tell you,” you assured him as he scrutinized you.

“You’ve met Hunter,” Anakin said. Hunter approached the others across from you. “This is Crosshair.” Crosshair stepped out from behind the other two and gave you a tight nod. He was as tall as Tech, had his aloof tough guy act going on, but as you focused on him you could feel some deep hurt and a strong heart. And he was trying to hide his burning curiosity behind ennui. The effect of this was a cold leering appraisal as his eyes caressed your form.

“Cross, go wake Wrecker, we’re having a meeting,” Hunter barked. Crosshair tore his eyes off of you and stalked out of the cockpit. You could hear his muffled voice carry from the back of the ship.

Anakin and Rex moved forward claiming the pilot and co-pilot seats. Crosshair reappeared and stood in the space between Anakin and Hunter.

You heard heavier footsteps and a big yawn from down the ship and turned as the biggest of them all approached. “What’s this meeting so important for?” He complained in a gravelly voice rough with sleep. You watched him stretch and scratch his belly, the top of his single piece blacks pulled down and hanging around his waist. As he got closer his eyes blinked in the brighter cabin lights. His scarred face broke into a big grin when he noticed you. “Ohhhh that’s right we have the lady here, hi lady! Oh I’d better get dressed.”

You couldn’t help but feel at ease and happy, despite his sheer size that you were sure would be scary if he were angry. Just like you’d seen him back home, but now so much larger than life. You noticed he was absolutely rippling with muscle and sinewy veins as he pulled the top of his blacks back on. A little bit too defined, you noted with some concern. Not nearly as bad as Echo, just not enough softness between the ribs and muscles. You wondered if they all were like that- on the verge of being underfat. His eyes were so kind and warm, even the cybernetic one. You smiled back, feeling a little dazed and said “Hi, Wrecker, I’m Choy. It is nice to meet you all,” as you looked back over all the men. Hunter sat across from you pulling Wrecker, who had been headed to sit next to you, down next to him.

The various screens and illuminated controls around the space cast everything in a variety of colors. You made quick comparisons to your memories of the mens’ animated and movie versions. They were rougher up close like this. Like the other clones you had met, they felt gritty and solid in the force, honed cold steel soldiers through and through. But if you pushed past that you knew you’d feel the warm humanity at their core. They were letting this through a bit now in your company, their inner fires stoked, their eyes dilated. Hot blooded and thirsty. As they settled in their seats they all adopted similar body language. Relaxed, legs spread wide like they were all making a display of themselves. Tech and Crosshair remained standing, Crosshair’s eyes shifting as he noticed the way Tech put his hand on the top of your seat’s headrest.

You crossed your legs, one knee over the other, not quite resting back into the large chair and set your elbows on the armrests. In your own head your memories were hitting fast and hard now which they liked to do at inconvenient times. A jumble of events and faces was replaying that happened right up to the moments before appearing in this world. You still weren’t entirely sure who everyone was and if they were in chronological order. You felt the men around you staring and snapped back to the current moment. You took a deep breath and centered yourself, calling up the Force for strength and presence of mind. You willed your energy to reach out to all the clones and wrap around them. Warm, comfort, soft, gentle. You knew they craved this, never having really experienced nurturing before. They wouldn’t sense it like a Jedi would but they’d feel something.

To Anakin you were more direct [[There are some things I will be leaving unsaid in front of everyone]] He nodded and you cast your gaze down briefly, collecting your thoughts and decided to make the first move.

“Thank you for risking so much,” you said, looking at Rex and then to Anakin, “and for believing in each other to save Echo.” They looked at eachother with mild surprise. “What they did to him was-“ and you had to stop, close your eyes and swallow the lump in your throat because it was so much worse in reality than portrayed in a cartoon. “And thank you for freeing me,” you touched your neck and looked at Anakin who nodded.

“How is Echo? Were you able to help him?” He asked.

“Yes he’s good, sleeping now.” You glanced up at Tech.

“He will require advanced treatment once we return, but he is stable,” Tech said, “thanks to Choy here.”

Rex looked relieved and leaned forward, “So who are you? How are you familiar with Echo? And how do you know me?” Rex started pummeling you with questions and Anakin shot him a warning look which cut him off. You noticed Hunter lean forward, his elbows on his knees.

“It’s ok Anakin,” you smiled at them both, “I was a captive of the Techno Union. They used me for their biological experiments because I can do things in the force that are unusual, even for Jedi.”

“But you aren’t trained as a Jedi? How did you develop your powers, where are you from? What can you tell us about the Separatists?” Anakin now had a million questions and suspicions running through his mind. Rex shot him a side eye glance that had you suppressing a smile.

You tried to think of the clearest way to explain it all to them, “This is going to be a lot, and I won’t blame you for not believing me.” You rubbed the back of your neck and looked around at them, stopping on Wrecker who looked excited for a good story. “I appeared in this world at a ruined Jedi temple in a Force storm on Dantooine during the time Mace Windu and the 187th were fighting the Separatists there. I never had Force powers until that moment. I had amnesia and I have only recently remembered enough to put the pieces of my old life back together. I think maybe I almost died in my world and the Force brought me here, saved me.” They all looked around at each other as you looked down at your hands in your lap, one thumb rubbing the other hand, tears swarmed in your eyes and plopped onto your thigh. You’d never told anyone that part before.

A warm, gloved hand covered both of yours and gave them a gentle squeeze. Tech was kneeling beside you. “I’m so sorry, you must miss everyone meaningful to you.” Tech said gently. You smiled at his hand and nodded. You felt loss, but also felt the memories slip away as much as they came back. Like your new full connection to the Force was dissolving them again.

You took a deep shuddering breath and wiped your tears on your sleeves, looking back up at Rex, “The troopers gave me the name Choy. It’s short for ech-“

“Echoy’la” Rex said with you. The clones all nodded in understanding.

You looked at Anakin, “Master Windu taught me the Force basics before he had to go into battle and save his troops from the horrible-,” you shuddered at the memory, cleared your throat that threatened to constrict on your words, “I helped triage the clones that day- then the one,” your tone turned bitter, “Slick, he betrayed me. Then the Separatists captured me in the field.”

You looked up and saw Rex’s face go from surprised to set in a grim scowl, “Slick is in the brig now, he did more damage among the 501st after hurting you,” he smoothed his hand over his head’s short blond stubble, “I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you, Rex.” But I’d have never been able to help Echo otherwise, you thought.

Anakin nodded but narrowed his eyes a little. You looked across to Crosshair chewing his toothpick, still standing, arms crossed, eyes softer with a gentle sympathy. To Hunter who was nodding a bit as he contemplated what you just said. And to Wrecker who’s chin trembled a little as he stared at the floor and then up to you.

“So they had you for a while before the Citadel. When did you meet Echo?” Rex asked.

“Not that long ago, I believe he had been in the tower for some time before I got there. I’ve only been there a couple weeks.”

“Where were you before that?” Anakin asked.

“I was in their labs, on various planets, assigned to the -maintenance of experimental subjects, like Echo.”

“And you really helped clones on Dantooine?” Hunter asked a little doubtfully.

“Yes, is that weird?” You looked around the room.

“Clones are not usually considered worthy of the time and effort of the naturally born.” Tech said beside you.

The matter of fact way he said it was like a punch to the gut. “That I’m aware of, and I’m sorry it’s that way. I feel that clones are just as human and worthy as me or any of my family.” You sighed remembering them as the men all exchanged looks with a new light in their eyes. “You’d all have full human rights where I’m from.”

“And where is that exactly?” Hunter pressed.

“Earth,” you said. They all looked around at each other. “It is not in this galaxy so-“ Anakin rolled his eyes.

“Look if you don’t want to tell us where you are from that’s one thing but don’t start in with any silly lies,” he said

“Silly lies? I don’t understand,” you looked from Anakin to the other men not expecting that reaction.

“Telling us you’re from Earth, that lie.” Anakin pressed.

“Why do you think I’m lying? Have you heard of Earth?”

“I’m sure you are both referring to the popular human origin myth of the planet Earth.” Tech spoke up next to you, “It’s featured in numerous holovids, writings and in the oral culture of more primitive human populations-“

“A fairy tale,” Crosshair drawled, shifting his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. You realized your mouth was hanging open as you tried to think of a way to explain and snapped it shut.

Tech taped away at his data pad. “Now it’s quite possible Choy is from one of the many colonies that have named themselves after the mythical Earth. There have been several. Choy, do you recognize any of these worlds?” He handed you his data pad with a map of the Galaxy on it. There were several systems pinpointed with the name “Earth” next to them.

You were too tired for this. And were beginning to grow impatient with this inquisition you were stuck in. Trying to plead your case of where you really came from would probably be futile. You pinched your forehead to stave off the headache you were feeling set in. You needed to eat.

“No, Tech. I’m certain it’s none of those.”

Out of the corner of your eye. Anakin and Hunter exchanged a look. “I really don’t blame you for not believing me,” you said to them. You really meant that, figuring they could probably tell you were holding back.

“Well I believe you, Choy,” Wrecker boomed from next to Hunter, shooting him a glare. “But you’ll need a new name now, ‘cause you found us,” he looked over at Hunter again, “ Can we keep her?” At that Crosshair gave them a sidelong look.

“So to sum up,” Tech continued, “you are most likely from a back-to-the-Earth colony, they are isolationist primitivists and several have been lost to the rest of the Galaxy, probably in Wild Space or the Unknown Regions. Then, because of some quirk in the Force you were brought to Dantooine at the site of one of the ancient Force Gates, most likely.” Tech pushed his goggles up his nose. “Highly improbable but not impossible. Anakin may be a better one to ask.”

Everyone looked at Anakin who was sitting forward, like Hunter now, elbows on knees with a contemplative look. He straightened up and put his hand on his chin thoughtfully. “I’ll have to ask the Jedi council about all this.” He looked at you, his face showing confusion, “I’m sorry, Choy, I didn’t realize you could be from an actual place called Earth. Please accept my apologies.”

You sighed, and very slightly shook your head “Of course, Anakin, this is all very confusing for me, too.” You decided to drop the subject and looked down at the data pad again, wondering how Earth fit into this reality.

“Choy, thank you for caring for Echo. I thought I’d never see him again and if it wasn’t for you it sounds like I never would have.” Rex had got up from his seat and was kneeling in front of you. He took the data pad and handed it to Tech without taking his eyes off yours. You felt spellbound in his warm gaze. He took your hands from your lap and held them in his. “Vor entye, meshla.” He brought your hands up and touched his forehead to them. You swooned a little, your heart racing. The rest of the clones started shifting in their seats, you got the idea that this was a somewhat intimate gesture to them. They didn’t look too happy about it and Hunter seemed tense. Tech bristled beside you but hid it by tapping away at his data pad, although a little too forcefully. Rex squeezed your hands and released them to your lap. He stood to your side and turned to Anakin.

Anakin picked up on the vibe and cleared his throat, “Gentlemen,” he began with a bit of warning in his tone, “when we get back to Anaxes we’ll rendezvous with General Windu and Kenobi. Rex and I will debrief and we will all have to prepare for the next steps in the battle to win the shipyards back. Choy, what are your unusual abilities? We may need all the help we can get.”

You were elated to hear that Master Windu and his troopers would be there. It gave you even more of a sense of things going right finally. “I don’t know how helpful I’d be in a battle,” you put a finger to your chin and looked around the room as you considered what abilities you’d managed to hone despite the force collar’s oppression. “I can kind of feel into and manipulate matter down to the tiniest structures, even to the molecules. My main job with the Techno Union was to tinker with the biohardware interface of prosthetic implants, remove scar tissue and heal surgical sites. I was like their never ending supply of bacta. Master Windu also said that I showed signs of other things, that I was extremely force sensitive probably because it was new for me and I didn’t learn to block it out as a young child. He said I am very force empathic, which is the force's way of balancing someone who can be super deadly with it.” You paused and considered who you were talking to. Anakin probably didn’t have strong force empathy. Which must explain how easily he can kill, how easily the dark side took him.

“You can kill someone just by thinking about it?” Crosshair’s question sounded sincere.

“Not exactly, the force empathy I just mentioned makes that very difficult for me, but the Separatists did try to use me that way. Count Dooku was supposed to take custody of me to develop my force skills in that direction. The only reason I wasn’t sent to him was the Techno Union’s claim on me. After they…used up Echo I was to be contracted out to him. He’d check on me every so often, or send his minions, creepy sith types. Keep me in the fold.” You looked hard at Anakin, “I can tell you a thing or two about the Sith, but I don’t think you’d like it too much.” Anakin raised an eyebrow. “It’s actually easier for me to manipulate matter in a healing way or when it isn’t part of a being with a will to live. I can heal easier than harm- if I really concentrate I can even compress gasses and release them to create an explosion but not like inside a person, does that make sense? There’s probably more I can do but just don’t know yet. Another thing- I can generate heat and activate a person’s energy stores to help nourish them if they can’t eat. I think this has to do with the glowing.” You gestured in a circle around yourself.

Wrecker looked love-struck. “Explosions? Now you're speaking my language! Wait- is that how you helped Echo in there? You force-fed him? Hahahaha!” Wrecker laughed at his terrible pun.

“Something like that,” you couldn’t help but chuckle and felt a flush of heat creep up your neck. They were all eyeing you curiously. You looked to Tech.

“I imagine you are tired and hungry, let me help you get settled for the remainder of our journey,” Tech rescued you. He stood and held his hand for you to take which you did. You stood and he gave you a smile. The rest of the men stood as well.

“Choy, when we meet with the other Jedi I’m sure we’d all be interested in what you know about the Sith,” Anakin said. You noticed he’d closed himself off in the force more now that he knew you might be reading his every emotion or even thought.

“Of course,”

“Get some rest for now. That goes for everyone, who’s got first watch?”

As they figured out the watch rotation Tech led you to some storage panels near the middle of the ship. Behind you Crosshair said to Hunter, “I think he’s touched her more since she came to us than he’s touched anyone else combined in his entire life.” You also heard Rex say “She never really told us how she seems familiar with us.”

You felt the massive warmth of Wrecker behind you as Tech rummaged for rations in a compartment.

“Here, Choy.” Wrecker said to you confidentially. He pressed on a panel higher up than even Tech could reach and grabbed a packet out of a box shoved in the space inside. “These are the best ones.”

“That’s where those went?” Tech exclaimed with annoyance, “You hid them for yourself you greedy Blurgg!”

“No, Choy gets to have them, too.” Wrecker sassed back and pressed the panel shut. “Here you go, meshla,” he winked at you and handed you the packet.

You looked apologetically to Tech and back to Wrecker, “thank you, big guy,” you winked at him and patted his arm. Wrecker stood taller and beamed.

“Take these as well,” Tech handed you another packet and a bottle of opaque blue liquid.

“Why does she get the cookies and blue milk, Tech, you like her or something?” He elbowed Tech who seemed to be braced for it. You were sure it would have sent you flying.

“Choy has endured much for a civilian,” Tech straightened his goggles, “and her system has been taxed beyond what we can imagine.” He glanced down at your chest. His lips pressed together and he swallowed. “She deserves a feast if you ask me,” he said, still looking below your face, desire and curiosity radiating off of him.

Oh he wants some. He wants a taste of me, you realized.

“You all deserve one, too, for being so brave and strong and good,” you blinked up at Wrecker. “And smart,” you added looking at Tech. You watched them positively inflate at your praise. Clones were delightful putty about that, a feature you found especially endearing. And handy.

Tech was pulling at his collar and Wrecker blushing and kicking his foot when you felt a presence slide behind you and a hand on your lower back. You turned to see Crosshair behind you glaring at his brothers. He hovered over you and asked, “What’s come over you two?” He glanced at your armful of rations. His eyebrows raised a little and he smirked, “Tribute for the queen,” he mused, “you going to make her stand here to eat like a fathier?” he jibed at his brothers. “Come sit on the bunk here, meshla,” his hand at your back pressed you toward a neatly made bunk bed. You left the other two clones to bicker about who let Crosshair steal you away like that.

You sat down and he appraised you with a slight smile. “Mind if I join you?”

“No, not at all,” you patted the spot next to you.

He sat a little further from you than where you patted and pulled out a ration bar of his own from a pocket somewhere. You bit into the ration Wrecker gave you. It was the best one you’d ever tasted, almost like chocolate. Crosshair quietly munched on his, staring at the bunks on the other side of the space. It was a comfortable silence, but you felt that he was on the verge of saying something.

Eventually he side eyed you, “Hunter seems to think you are hiding something.”

You sighed, chewing, and thought about how to respond as he turned slightly to look at you with both eyes. “There’s just some things I’d rather wait to bring up with… a woman.” Now that really was true, you weren’t about to tell more of them about your little milk situation.

His eyebrow shot up and his eyes snapped forward again. You smiled a little at his embarrassment. But his expression turned from surprise to something darker.

“Are you ok? The Separatists, they didn’t?” He tried to ask.

“Oh I’m ok, Crosshair, thank you, no they, they didn’t. Nothing like that,” you soothed, and the cold fire left his face. He went back to eating and casting little glances your way. You opened up to him a little, he seemed like how you’d imagine him, but you hadn’t expected a protectiveness from him towards you, or this much courtesy. He definitely felt like the coiled snake ready to strike but he also felt like he wanted to coil around you, squeeze you and strike anything that came near.

You finished the ration and fiddled with the container of blue milk. He put his hand on yours to stop your struggle and took it from you, twisting the cap in a special way that wasn’t obvious and handed it back to you. “Thank you,” you said and were pretty sure you saw a flash of warmth on his face. You took a sip expecting it to be overly sweet like a kid drink but it wasn’t. Not bad you thought, and tried to remember what animal it was from. “Crosshair, where does blue milk come from, like what kind of creature?”

He looked surprised for a second, “Banthas. You don’t get blue milk where you’re from?”

You munched on the cookies, taking care to not drop crumbs on the bed. “Nope. All the milk where I’m from is white.”

Tech, Wrecker and Hunter appeared around the bulkhead. All three of them stopped short and stared at you and Crosshair sitting together on his bunk. Tech had your duffel which you had completely forgotten about and set it down next to the bunk across the way. Crosshair glared at them and shifted toward you a tiny fraction. Hunter noticed this and said, “just checking where our passenger and sniper got off to.” You did not miss the suggestiveness in his tone. Crosshair was about to snipe some words back at him.

“How’s the ration? Good, ya?” asked Wrecker.

“Delicious, everything was, thank you so much, I didn’t realize how hungry I’d been. And Crosshair has been pleasant company, a real gentleman.” You leveled a look at Hunter who crossed his arms with a smirk.

“If you’d like to retire, I have watch duty now and you may use my bunk,” Tech said pointing to the particularly cluttered bunk he’d set your bag near. You were about to ask what it all was when Wrecker added, “You’ve got too much junk on there, Tech, it’ll poke Choy.” The other clones tried not looking at you after he said that. “She can sleep in mine,” he continued.

All three of the rest of them protested that. “No, we’d never do that to the lady, Wrecker. When was the last time you washed your sheets?” Tech asked. Wrecker scratched the back of his neck, thinking.

“You idiots, she’s fine right here,” Crosshair motioned behind you to his own bunk. Hunter raised an eyebrow as Crosshair rested his hand behind you and stared daggers at them.

Wrecker yawned and said, “Aye alright I’m hitting the sack.” He flopped down on his bunk and grabbed his Lula doll and was asleep almost instantly.

Tech excused himself to the cockpit leaving Hunter. You studied him and expected the same suspicion he exhibited in the cockpit, but his eyes had softened and warmed to you. You remembered his heightened senses and suspected he must have heard what you said to Crosshair. And he could probably smell your leaking milk since you boarded. That was a little embarrassing.

“Hey, thank you all for accommodating me into your home.” Crosshair almost smiled at you and Hunter uncrossed his arms. He came over and kneeled down in front of you. “Did you really mean what you said about clones?”

“Absolutely,” you stared into his eyes and then up at Crosshair’s. “You are worthy,” then you felt a little corny and over the top but added, “Your equalness to natborns is self evident. Even if the galaxy doesn’t think so, even if regs don’t think so and treat you badly.”

“How do you know about that?” Crosshair asked.

“I know a lot about this world that doesn’t make sense for me to know.” You sighed and wanted to avoid more questions. “May I use the sonic in your ‘fresher?” You changed the subject to something that would derail their brains. It worked, you could see the gears turning behind both their eyes, imagining you in there.

“Yeah of course,” Hunter said vaguely.

You hopped off the bunk, stood and gathered your food wrappers. “Where do these go?” Hunter took them from you sliding his hand along yours like a caress. He was the only one of the batchers you didn’t have to crane your neck to look at. You felt a gentleness from him now and a hungry curiosity.

“How long till we get to Anaxes?” You asked him.

“About half a rotation more, depending on conditions in the hyper lane.”

“I’ll just go get cleaned up and check on Echo.” You looked from Hunter to Crosshair. “Thank you for noticing I needed a quiet moment.” Crosshair straightened up and a look of pride crossed his face. You stepped over to your bag and bent down to grab its strap. Behind you you could hear what sounded like a combination of stifled sighs and barely audible groans. You side-eyed them as you left to the ‘fresher. Their eyes stayed on you ‘till they realized they were staring and you caught them.

Once in the tiny fresher you dug in your bag for the soap and washcloth you found in the officer’s quarters in the tower. It was quality stuff and its smell reminded you of sandalwood and vanilla. The sonic showers were something you had eventually gotten used to. They were ok, but when you had access to soap you’d found that soaping up with some water first made for a more familiar experience. Plus it always felt luxurious to smell like something besides lab antiseptic and the weird ozone-like smell your laundry always seemed to have. You emerged from the sonic, hung your washcloth on a hook on the wall and brushed your teeth. Then you put on sleep pants and a long sleeve shirt over a looser breast band with some pads in it. You didn’t want to be bouncing and leaking on a ship full of hot blooded men. You bundled your dirty clothes with your other ones and made sure you had a clean outfit for the next day. You were really going to need to do laundry soon. Now with any luck you’d make it to Echo without being intercepted.

You peaked out the fresher door. The cabin lights had been dimmed. Someone was snoring. You stepped out of the fresher with your bag and boots in hand. you could make out the figures of Tech, Anakin and Rex up in the cockpit. Tech was at the controls while the other two dozed in the seats. The others must be in their bunks from the sound of breathing and snoring behind the bulkhead where the bunks were. You tiptoed to the door where Echo was and went in. Out of the corner of your eye you swore you saw a figure standing by the bunks but pretended you didn’t and closed the door quickly.

Letting out a breath of relief to be closed off from the rest of the crew, you set your things inside a cabinet, approached Echo, and knelt next to him. Carefully you touched his hand. You let your guard down and felt into him with your mind. He was in a lighter sleep state, his heart was beating steady, blood pressure seemed fine, all his vessels seemed healthy. He had some inflammation around his spine and at his leg implant so you mended the micro tears in his flesh and calmed down his immune response, soothing it to rest. Rest. You felt like lead and slumped down laying your head on the cot next to his hand. You were about to doze off when he stirred and startled.

“Cyare, what are you doing on the floor?” He sat up and scooched back holding up the blanket, “Come up here and let me hold you.” You looked at his expectant face and felt a familiarity and concern from him through your fatigue. You climbed in under the blanket. He put the blanket roll over his metal arm for you to rest your head on and pulled your leg over his hip. Then circled his arm around your waist and slid his hand up your back pulling you close to his chest. You snuggled your face into his neck, wrapped your arm around him and focused on warming him up.

“No kar’ika, rest,” he said, his deep voice rumbling into your hair. He soothed your back and kissed the top of your head and you fell into a deep sleep.

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Take a Chance (Part 1)

Pairing: Crosshair x f!reader

Rating: General (but MDNI)

Summary: Crosshair finally caves and sets up an appointment with Right to Love. He doesn’t expect much out of it, but what he gets is softer and brighter than even he could ask for.

Warnings: Crosshair angst (because that’s a warning I guess); peep my matchmaker OC Tal, love them dearly; brotherly teasing

A/N: @wolffegirlsunite submitted a prompt about Crosshair at carnivals and I just kinda…ran with it. In this AU, the Citadel never happened, so Echo is not with the Batch.

WC: 3.2k

Crosshair had mastered the art of patience a long time ago. He had to; it was a requirement of his specialization as a sniper. Sitting for long, boring hours in a secured hideout, there had been times on missions where he didn’t move for hours, at minimum. One learned how to be patient when all one had was time to pass. He thrived in those situations. After all, it was what he was made for.

What he hadn’t yet mastered was the art of civilian life. He’d rather perch in the branches of some scraggly pine on some far-off Mid-Rim world, teeth chattering in his bucket from the cold, than sit here in this waiting room. Despite the facade this damned service had so clearly cultivated to be comforting, he felt on edge, nerves screaming at him. Soft music chimed pleasantly from the speakers hanging from the ceiling corners. Vanilla, warm and inviting, cloyed in his nose. Adorning the walls, right, cheerful posters touted sickeningly saccharine slogans. We’ll help you find your path! and At Right to Love, we’ll make sure your love is right for you!

His upper lip curled in the barest hint of a scowl. Karking hell, why had he let Wrecker talk him into this?

With a slight shake of his head, Crosshair refocused on the datapad resting in his lap. He was supposed to fill out this questionnaire to let the matchmakers do their job, but all he could think about was the vulnerability of it all. He had to just…give away personal information? Just like that? Kriff, even his brothers had given up getting him to talk about his feelings before he was ready.

Leading him to another worry, one he’d never admit out loud, and certainly wasn’t about to admit to himself. Was he ready for this?

His first impulse was, yes of course. He’s Crosshair, member of one of the most elite squadrons of clone troopers in the entire existence of the Grand Army of the Republic. Clone Force 99 didn’t back down from challenges, and had a 100% mission success rate.

Or at least, they did. When the GAR still existed. When the war still raged and when clones’ lives were valued less than dirt.

He’d answered exactly three of the twenty-five questions so far. The fourth question, “How would you best describe your personality?” presented options that felt so…restrictive. Was he a) shy and reserved, b) expressive and open, c) humorous but private, d) uncomplicated and easy-going, or e) other?

Crosshair had been labeled as “other” his entire life. Frustration simmered in his chest, hot and annoying.

Just as he was about to stand, chuck the datapad back at the receptionist, and storm out, the receptionist in question cleared her throat.

“You don’t have to answer every single question, darlin’,” she said, smacking her gum. “That’s just to help us get started.”

He felt the knot of anxiety in his chest loosen in spite of himself. “Anyone ever turn in a blank form?”

Her dark eyes met his, narrowed behind square spectacles, before she shook her head with a reluctant grin. “There’s a first time for everythin’. We’re all about firsts here.”

“Yeah.” He huffed, looking back down at the datapad. The rest of the questions were similarly vague and aggravating as the personality one, but by the time he reached the last one, he was surprised to find that he’d filled in nearly half of the responses.

Sweeping his gaze across the waiting room once more, he couldn’t help but pick out the imperfections, the way that that one paint stroke lifted some of the first coat underneath there by the corner, or the way that the ceiling tile above him only appeared symmetrical but every third one was slightly shorter, or the way that the receptionist’s eyeliner had one, tiny, nearly imperceptible gap where it had snagged over her skin. He found that the skin around his nail beds was dry and cracked, red and angry—a nervous habit he’d picked up shortly after the war ended.

Quit stalling, he snarled to himself.

The receptionist gave him a fleeting smile as he crossed the room to deposit the datapad on her desk. He wished she wouldn’t.

“One of our case workers will be with you shortly, dear,” she said.

He returned to his seat, silent, apprehensive.

He didn’t have to wait long; at least the receptionist was right about that. Not even fifteen minutes later, a short, kindly individual with a buzzcut and piercings pushed open the faux-wooden door leading to the back. Crosshair appraised their appearance quickly, an old habit. Black eyeliner on their bottom waterline, round, unframed glasses, a black T-shirt with some indie band Cross had never heard of: he hated to admit it, but the sight of someone dressed so casually put him at ease. Whatever he’d been expecting, it certainly wasn’t this.

“Crosshair?” they asked, as if there was anyone else in this damned waiting room.

Still, Crosshair rose, toothpick clenched between his teeth. Quiet as a wraith, he followed who he assumed would be his case worker down a labyrinth of hallways. Behind a few of the closed doors, the familiar tones of regs’ voices drifted to him, counterpointed by the unfamiliar strains of other case workers.

At last, his adorned case worker pushed open a door and gestured for Crosshair to enter first.

Slinking past, Crosshair took in every detail at once. Above the corner desk were at least a dozen framed holoscans, most of them featuring his mystery case worker and two others, a beaming brunette woman and a laid-back, dark-skinned man. Crystals of various colors, cuts, and properties sat scattered across the side table nearest the futon; a tapestry arched across the ceiling. One lone plant, a healthy looking thing with glossy castleton green leaves, breathed life into the room from one corner.

“I’m Tal,” the case worker said as they closed the door behind them. “Make yourself comfy. Or don’t. Everything here is under your control.”

Crosshair shot a glance at Tal, head tilting just slightly, so minutely that Tal probably missed it. He hesitated for just a moment before sinking into the futon, the silky black fabric cushioning him as he tucked his feet up.

“Tea?” Tal asked.

Poison, came the immediate, instinctive thought.

“No, thanks,” he said.

Tal shrugged. “Suit yourself.” As they poured steaming water into a waiting mug, they glanced at him. “So, Crosshair, here’s how this works. I’ll ask you a few questions, you can ask me some, and after our meeting, I’ll get to work matching you to some of our clients, yeah?”

“Fine.” Cross shifted the toothpick between his teeth, the poky bit softened and no longer quite so poky. He’d need to grab a fresh one soon.

For a moment, Cross simply watched as Tal scooped honey into their tea mug, spoon clinking softly as they stirred the drink. The faint scent of…was that chamomile? drifted to him, and he nearly wished he’d accepted the offer.

Nearly.

“Let’s start with the basics.” Tal set the mug down on a cork coaster. “Why are you here?”

Crosshair quirked an eyebrow, leveling his best unimpressed stare at Tal—who, to his surprise, matched Crosshair’s energy.

“That’s starting with the basics?”

Tal shrugged. “Would you rather I coerce answers on these blank questions?” They waggled a datapad in one hand.

Sucking on his teeth, all Crosshair could do was shake his head.

“Great, because I’m sure you hate having teeth pulled as much as I hate pulling them,” Tal said. “What brings you in?”

“My brother,” Crosshair said flatly. Not technically a lie.

“And is that Tech, Hunter, or Wrecker?”

He clamped down on the toothpick, the fragile wood snapping. “Wrecker.”

Tal typed on the datapad for a moment. “Got it. So, no other reason, nothing more self-motivated?”

“No.”

With a hum, Tal typed some more on the ’pad before setting it to the side. They took a tentative sip of their tea, a smile of satisfaction curling over their lips.

“Tell me if I get any of this wrong, m’kay?” Tal said. “The war ends last year. You and your brothers get to live a normal life, and you each try dating. Maybe it works for them, maybe it doesn’t, but it certainly doesn’t work for you. None of the people you go out with can get past the fact that you’re a sniper, or a science experiment, or just an ass. So you stop going out.

“But your brothers don’t. In fact, one by one, they make their way here, to this very office in fact, find themselves partners, and settle into the cushy civilian life you just can’t wrap your head around. You’re happy for them, because they’re your brothers. But you’re also annoyed by them, because they have what you just can’t seem to find.”

Crosshair bristled at the nonchalance with which this individual, this…observer, read him for filth. Removing the now-shattered toothpick from his mouth, Crosshair forced himself to go through the ritual of discarding the broken one, selecting a fresh one from the pouch at his belt, and slipping the dry wood into the pocket of his cheek.

He avoided Tal’s gaze the entire time. In their calculating gaze, Crosshair saw himself reflected.

“You got part of it wrong,” he eventually said. “I never tried in the first place.”

And it was true. He’d been…arrogant, more than usual, refusing to even entertain the idea of finding a fulfilling relationship outside of his vode. He’d seen the way people looked at him on the streets, even here in the capital, where no one should stand out. He couldn’t stomach the thought of having to put himself on parade just to find happiness.

“Well,” Tal said, “I can’t be right all of the time.”

A wry smile twisted Crosshair’s mouth. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad experience after all.

By the time that Crosshair left the RTL building, his stomach crawled with ants. He couldn’t tell if it was from nerves or excitement or some combination of both, but he couldn’t remember feeling so hopeful in a long, long time. Tal had given him their comm frequency and promised to answer any questions if Cross thought of them; and swore that as soon as they found him a match, they’d let him know. In return, Crosshair had given his word that he would think of an answer to the last question Tal had posed before their time was up. “What kind of date do you want to go on?”

Given that he’d never been on any, and certainly didn’t ingest media that portrayed such things, he hadn’t been able to give an answer. He hadn’t even wanted to lie, instead defaulting to his training, the instilled need to have the entire picture before making a decision. Kark, this meant he had to do research.

Climbing the stairs to the apartment he shared with his brothers, he took the time to school his expression into its usual blank mask. The last thing he needed was for any of them to catch a whiff of where he’d been. He hadn’t even told Wrecker he would go to the matchmaking service; he’d just…left in the middle of the morning after they had all gone their separate ways.

He lingered in the hall just long enough to determine who was already home. Judging by the raucous laughter, snide remarks, and grumbling complaints, it seemed all three of them were.

Great.

The door slid open and whooshed shut behind him as he stepped over the threshold. From the living room, Wrecker’s head peeked around the corner, a broad grin on his scarred face.

"Was wonderin’ where you went,” he called.

Cross ambled to the living room, pushed Wrecker back out of the way with one thin hand on his brother’s face. Laughing, Wrecker over-sold the push and landed squarely on his ass on the tile floor.

Plopping into the beige, worn-out recliner, Cross sighed, running a hand through his short silver hair. He’d need a haircut soon.

“Out,” he finally answered.

Hunter fixed him with a look, eyebrows scrunched. “‘Out’?”

Crosshair nodded once. Kriff, he should have just gone to his room, avoided this whole mess, but he knew his brothers; once they got on the trail of something, they couldn’t let it go.

Wrecker lightly kicked the recliner—thought a light kick from him meant that the chair still slid a few inches across the floor with an uncomfortable screech. Hunter winced from his spot on the couch.

“Did you go you-know-where?” Wrecker asked, voice in a stage-whisper, as if Hunter and Tech weren’t right kriffin’ there.

Cross rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I believe Wrecker is referring to the matchmaking service known as Right to Love, which has helped clones find life partners,” Tech interjected with a glance up from his datapad. “A service to which you have been incredibly averse.”

“Hey, I thought I was convincing!” Wrecker’s voice dripped with indignation. “Wasn’t I, Cross?”

Crosshair cut a glance at his older brother. “No.”

“Aww, Cross, you’re no fun,” Wrecker whined. He stood and lumbered to the kitchen.

Crosshair met Hunter’s gaze. Knowing his brother could probably smell the karking vanilla candle and chamomile tea on his clothes, he had tried walking through exhaust vents to douse the scent. But the way that Hunter’s eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring, set Crosshair’s heart sinking.

“Well,” Hunter said with a knowing look, “wherever you went, hope you had a good time.”

The rest of the evening passed quietly, the four of them settling into their usual routines. Dinner ate, holoseries watched, old stories swapped, the clock ticked by with an aching slowness. Even as his brothers recounted the latest triple-date ideas they’d had, he couldn’t help but fixate on the building anticipation in his limbs, a jittery, twitchy feeling that had him on edge. All he wanted to do was shut himself in his room and research.

As soon as the clock showed 10 PM he bid his brothers goodnight and forced himself to walk normally to his room. The second the door slid shut, he rushed to his desk and booted up his datapad, one of Tech’s old ones.

While the device blipped to life, he lowered himself into his desk chair and gazed at his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window, cast in ghostly blue from the ’pad homescreen. Eyes wide with apprehension, Crosshair almost didn’t recognize himself. He forced himself to look beyond the mirror image and focus on the scintillating lights of the ecumenopolis. Skyscrapers reached for the stars, lights dotting every floor in a mockery of the galaxy that laid beyond the polluted skies. Speeders whirred past, traffic lanes cruising steadily. Somewhere out there, came the unbidden thought, somewhere out there was the person for him.

He snapped the datapad shut.

Someone being right for him meant he was right for somebody, and that thought alone was too much to bear.

He went to bed trying to ignore the heated worm of jealousy burrowing into his spine at the sounds of his brothers’ laughter.

The next morning, he awoke to the insistent blip-blip-blip of his comlink. Peering with bleary eyes at the tiny screen, it took his sleep-addled brain a moment to parse together why an unsaved frequency was contacting him this early. A glance to the time revealed that it was, in fact, mid-morning. Still. Early for him.

A few possible matches, the message read. Would you like to come in and chat about them, have me send you their profiles, or just pick for you?

His eyes shot open, suddenly wide awake, as the message sunk in. Sitting upright in bed, he hesitated over his reply, thumbs dancing aimlessly over the keypad. This was sooner than he expected. The fact that there was more than one match made his stomach lurch—there was no way that was right.

A few? was what he ended up writing back.

Correct, came the reply. Then three bouncing dots appeared, Tal typing another message. There’s no rush. You’re in control here.

The reminder did little to calm Crosshair’s racing thoughts. Looking over at his reflection in the window, he grimaced at himself. He’d gone to sleep with his clothes on, his short hair spiked up on one side of his head from the awkward sleeping position he’d been in, and blanket marks criss-crossed his face. He at least needed a solid fifteen minutes to look put together, and then hopefully he would feel awake enough to compose a reasonable reply.

And so, fifteen minutes later, he perched on the edge of the living room recliner, comlink in hand as he stared down at the blinking cursor. He’d been given choices. So few people gave him choices, at least before the war ended. He decided he liked having options.

So absorbed in wracking his brain for a coherent response, he completely missed the tell-tale sounds of Wrecker sneaking up behind him until it was too late. His brother snatched the comlink out of his grasp. Cross reached for his brother, but Wrecker was faster than he looked and darted to the other side of the couch, nimble as a Nexu.

“Wrecker!” Crosshair growled. “Give. It. Back.”

Wrecker’s belly laugh echoed off the walls. “You’ve been actin’ weird since you got home. I wanna see why.” He glanced down at the comlink, lips moving as he silently read the messages to himself, then his mismatched eyes widened.

“You did go you-know-where!”

Crosshair sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If I say that I did, can I have my comlink back?”

“Maybe.”

“Kark, fine. Yes, I went. Now, give it back.” This time, as Cross strode forward to nick the comlink back, Wrecker let him, a ear-splitting grin breaking over his face.

Cross squinted, unease seeping into his veins at the mirthful glint in his brother’s eyes. “What did you do?”

He whipped the comlink up to his face and glared at the screen. There, in his latest sent messages: Pick for me!

Chuckling, but already backing away, Wrecker flashed him one final smirk before tearing down the hallway to his room. Crosshair sighed, shoulders deflating. Kark it all to hell, now he’d never hear the end of it.

The comlink bli-bli-b-b-blipped in his grasp as several messages came through at once. Groaning, he collapsed into the couch, head in his hands, determined to ignore the damned device, but as the notifications continued, he ground his teeth and peeked.

A torrent of messages from the group chat with his vode.

Crosshair’s going on a date!!!

I could have told you that. -Tech

Proud of you, vod’ika.

Does this mean we can go on QUADRUPLE dates!?!?!?!?

Calm down, Wrecker, let the man actually meet the person he’s being set up with before you start planning.

We’re gonna have so much fun!!!!

I can see why Crosshair chose not to reveal this to us. -Tech

And at the bottom of the notifications, one lone message from Tal: Great. I’ll send you information about your match as soon as it’s confirmed. Thank you for trusting me with this, Crosshair.

#tcw matchmaking au #clone matchmaking au #The Bad Batch #prompt response

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