fearsome helms

“Are Omega mongrels incapable of following orders,” she demands. How did she get paired with this one of all of them? She’d thought Atin was the worst option, but she’d take Atin over this. 

Fi ducks her head under the water. When she pops back up her hair—longer than regulation says it should be on top and then cut almost to the scalp along the sides with a lined pattern shaved into it. If she was one of Vau’s instead of Skirata’s he’d have shaved the whole thing off as punishment for her vanity. Fi lays back, floating in the water, arms and legs spread out, hair floating around her.

“There’s no one home, Sev’ika. Too afraid of Vau Buir to have a little fine.” She’s got the same body as any of them. Her breasts sit flat on her chest and Sev’s eyes have never been pulled towards Boss or Fixer’s like they are to Fi’s. The nipple glints with something silver.

“Did you consider they might have security?” Fancy apartment like this, big enough to have a rooftop pool in Triple Zero? Of course they have the money for a high quality security system.

“You don’t trust Ordo to have taken care of it? She’ll be hurt.” Fi rolls out of her float, treading in place. The water laps at her chest. “It’s nice, Sev. Warm, not like the training pools on Kamino.” A strand of hair sticks to her skin over her shoulder down over her collarbone and curls over her left breast. 

“We have a job to do,” Sev says. Her shoulder still twinges from the last time Fi talked her into doing something stupid. 

Fi snorts. “Knew you Delta girls didn’t know how to have any fun.”

Sev throws her helmet down with a clatter. The rest of her armour followed right after it. Fi is struck dumb, and the expression is almost worth how much osik they’re going to catch for this, except it doesn’t last long, quickly turning to delight. 

The water is warm. Fi was right, for maybe the first time in her life—it’s nothing like the ice cold pools they used to train in. Sev floats away from the edge, kicking her feet gently to keep her head above water. The water wraps around her bare skin, so pleasant after the cling of her sweaty blacks. She closes her eyes and breathes. It’s so easy to lay back like Fi had, to float weightlessly. 

Fi’s looking at her, mouth slack, eyes wide. She looks up, realises that Sev has seen her and snaps her mouth shut.

“I told you it was nice.”

It had been. Now Sev feels more naked than she’s ever felt in her life, including standing at attention being examined by Kaminoans. Fi’s eyes crawl over her skin and… and…

The water is too hot. This, like all of Fi’s other ideas, was a bad one.

The piercings glint on Fi’s nipples and under the water her body shimmers and distorts but Sev knows. She throbs between her legs.

Sev kicks away from Fi, back towards the edge.

“You’re going to get us both disciplined," she snaps. She almost jumps right out of the water, but Fi looking at her back makes her feel vulnerable and strange. She turns but that’s just as bad. The shallow end of the pool is behind Fi.

“You just got in!” 

“And that was stupid. Get dressed. We’re going back.” She needs out one way or another. Sev puts her hands behind her on the edge and with a kick of her legs, hauls herself out, sitting on the edge of the pool, legs still in the water. 

Fi doesn’t move. “I’m not done.”

Why does she have to make everything so difficult? “You will be when I report this to Vau.”

 “I’m not scared of him.” Fi pouts, and Sev looks away.

She should be. It also shouldn’t matter. Obedience isn’t about fear, it’s about duty. 

The air is cold after the warmth of the water, and being wet just makes it sharper. She sits with her legs still in the water, unable to bring herself to leave it entirely. She might still need to physically drag Fi out after her.

They glare at each other and Fi breaks first. With a huff, she swims after Sev, but Sev’s victory doesn’t last long.

She stops next to Sev, one hand on the edge of the pool. “Just ten minutes, Sev. Have some fun for once.” 

“Get out.”

Fi grabs her. It’s just her wrist, but it sparks through Sev’s whole body. She wrenches her arm back, Fi’s hand slipping easily with the water, but that just encourages her. She flails with her other hand, grabbing Sev’s knee for stability. She glares up at Sev. She’s so close, treading water right in front of  Sev, one hand on her. Sev could kick her away, but she doesn’t want to be pulled back in.

Fi’s glare flicks down, her cheeks redden, and back up.

Sev grabs her stupid hair, and pulls. 

Fi squeaks, her face colliding between Sev’s legs. Her breath rushes over Sev’s cunt and Sev realises her mistake. Fi’s stupidity is contagious; that’s why she’s so dangerous. 

“Get off me,” she snaps.

Fi doesn’t. Fi licks her.

Pleasure shudders through Sev, Fi’s tongue running up over her cunt to her clit.  

“Fi!” 

Was this Fi’s plan? Get her naked and exploit the weakness? It’s a weakness she shouldn't have, but one that is undeniable as Fi keeps licking. Sev is pulling Fi the wrong way, not pulling her away but closer, shaking under Fi’s clumsy tongue. It slides between her folds with obvious focus or goal, just tasting every part of Sev. Fi’s lack of experience doesn’t make it any easier to resist.

Sev  falls backwards, the tiles cool against her back, a welcome contrast to the burning in her cunt. Fi’s tongue slides between her legs, probing and then sinking just a little inside her. Sev can’t breathe. It’s only a second and then Fi’s tongue is gone and she’s mercifully empty again. Fi doesn’t go far, flicking her tongue over Sev’s clit again and again and again.

Sev’s hands tighten in Fi’s hair and drag her closer, mashing her whole face against her cunt. Fi, desperate di’kut that she is, doesn’t fight it, she just keeps licking and kissing and— 

“Ah!” Sev jerks, arching up into the awful heat of Fi’s mouth. And sucking. She’s tenser than any anger Fi has caused has managed to make her, pulled taut and desperate for release. Release that Fi’s hungry mouth promises. 

Fi’s hair leaks more water out over her fingers the harder Sev holds her, and Sev leaks over Fi’s tongue the more Fi sucks on her clit. Fi’s mouth is going to taste like her. Fi won’t be able to undo this. She’ll remember. 

Sev thrusts her cunt up into Fi’s mouth and the tension snaps. She bites her lip and the pain muffles the moan. She can’t control the frantic jerking, twitching under Fi’s tongue. Fi flicks at Sev’s tongue until Sev can’t bear it and then keeps going until Sev releases her, until Sev kicks her away. 

Fi floats in the water, staring dumbly. Sev feels dumb. She wants to stay flat on her back until she doesn’t. She rolls onto her front and scrambles to her feet. 

“Sev,” Fi says breathlessly. 

She’d licked Sev’s cunt like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted. Would Fi taste as good? Sev pulls on her armour, focusing limbs that want to tremble to be still. 

“I’m going to wait out front. You better be there in ten minutes.” She leaves without looking back. She’s not sure she would leave if she looked back.

She’s wet all over, blacks sticking worse than usual. The wet between her legs is different. Worse.

“You’ll tell me to stop if you change your mind?”

Cody cracks open an eye, closes it, and then tries again with both. The colours of the ceiling spin and then mostly settle. The edges bleed into each other, all too vivid and too captivating. It’s why he’d closed his eyes in the first place.

The couple are still talking.

“Of course. And you can stop at any time.” 

Cody turns to look at Fox, or rather, lets his head fall to the side in Fox’s direction. Fox isn’t looking back at him, he’s fixing the wall between them and the voices with a judgemental sneer.

“Fox,” Cody whispers. Fox ignores him. He doesn’t ignore Cody elbowing him in the side. Fox twists, ready to snap, but stops the second he locks eyes on Cody. Cody normally prides himself on his facial control, but whatever Bly had passed onto them has made his face lax and almost numb, moving without his say-so. Whatever Fox sees in it, it isn’t a fight. 

“Fox,” Cody says again, voice low. “Babe. Do you want to have sex. We don’t have to. I wouldn't want to pressure you.”

Fox blinks at him like he’s grown a second head, and then catches up with the joke. Cody would laugh at him, except his own thoughts are slow too, tripping over each other as he tries to get them in line. And he’d much rather laugh at the stupid pair on the other side of the wall.

Fox swings himself into Cody’s lap, landing too heavy too near parts of Cody he doesn’t want the full weight of a man dropped on. “Oh, Cody,” Fox says, matching Cody’s mocking tone. “Please be gentle with me.” 

Cody snorts, slapping his hand over his mouth. 

In the next room, with enough sincerity that Cody could choke on it, one of the clones is still going. “Sweetheart, you’re gorgeous."

“You’re beautiful, Fox,” Cody says and Fox grins at him with a mouth that’s too wide and stretches wider the longer Cody stares. He blinks and it returns to normal.

Fox makes an attempt at getting his own pants pushed out of the way, then Cody’s, then gives up and just grinds down onto Cody. It works just as well.

“Cody, my love, would it be all right if I shove my cock down your throat and choke you on it? I won’t unless you sign a consent form saying it’s okay.” 

Cody presses his hand harder to his mouth and then, finally remembers he doesn’t care. He laughs, jerking his hips up towards Fox. 

“Let me write us a fucking ops report before we get started. I’ll draw a diagram.” 

Fox looks at him with dark eyes, pupils blown so wide the brown around them is barely more than a memory. He’s smiling the way he always does, like an asshole about to revel in someone else’s suffering. But there’s a softer edge to it, something making holding real malice harder than usual. And they’re revealing in mocking the same person together.

Cody's barely hard, neither is Fox. No one is going to be choking on anything, but it doesn’t matter for much when Fox rubs them together through layers of clothing.

“Let me know if it hurts. I’ll stop,” a voice carries through. It gets a snort from both Cody and Fox, what follows get full body shaking

“It’s okay. I trust you,” the other says.

“Do you trust me?” Fox asks, managing to sound almost as sincere. 

“With my whole heart,” Cody says. 

Fox wrenches, and thankfully doesn’t actually throw up. He blinks at Cody like he wasn’t sure which way it was going to go either.

“Cody, love, do you—”

Bang.

The wall jerks, dust drifting down from somewhere up near the ceiling. 

“We can fucking hear you!” a voice yells.

It’s the worst thing they could have done. Fox laughs so hard he falls right out of Cody’s lap. Cody follows right after him. Just as Cody feels like he’s got himself under control, he catches sight of Fox and they’re gone again. If their neighbours ever continue, Cody never finds out.