For the prompts: Fox/Sergeant Fox, imposter! (I cheated; I didn't manage to pull any of this from the generators, but I was so entertained by the idea I had to pitch it anyway <3 ) ((that said, the random word generator did give me "execution" at one point and I did a spit-take XDDD ))
“Ah, ha-harder, Fox, fuck!”
“Yes, commander,” Commander Fox murmurs teasingly to his lover’s demand.
Sergeant Fox twitches hard at the honorific, and Fox presses his advantage. “Mmm, whatever you say, sir— would it be sir, is that neutral enough for you, my Fox?”
Fox groans at the interruption, writhing to encourage him to start moving again. “Rank, just rank’s neutral, come on, please,” they plead.
“Well then, commander, I suppose I can consider that a lawful order from a superior,” Fox says, dragging his fingers appreciatively along strong curves of muscle.
“Yes,” Fox says as authoritatively as they can. “Shift it, sergeant.”
He bites them for that, but it’s absolutely worth it.
Perhaps this could explain why, when Commander Fox’s comm chimed but he didn’t stir, Sergeant Fox had the grand idea to answer it with a curt, “Fox here; go.”
It was Thorn, and he needed his Commander in a matter of urgency. Sergeant Fox was still reluctant to wake their lover, so they carried on the ruse, one incremental step at a time until they had somehow donned the entirety of Fox’s Guard-red-painted Commander’s armor, ensconced themself in his office, and become embroiled in his diplomacy and paperwork. As long as they kept the helmet on, copied their lover’s mannerisms, and delegated any security access, there was nothing that would stand in their way.
And their Fox could rest. That was the entire point of this charade; what good was being clones if they never took advantage of their interchangeability?
It’d been long enough, hours, that they had begun to consider waking Fox when the comm chimed with an external code. They answered it with the Commander’s now routine clipped, “Fox here; go,” only to discover Captain Rex on the other end of the connection.
“Fox,” their actual commander said, “care to explain why my logs sergeant has cut off all their hair, streaked what’s left with silver, scarred their mouth, and picked up a Coruscanti accent and the …robust vocabulary that goes along with it?”
“No,” Fox said, just as helpfully and pleasantly as the Coruscant Guard Commander might, if it were indeed him speaking, which is to say: less than not at all. They mercilessly stifled giggles.
Rex sighed. “Torrent’s shinies are being well and truly terrorized, you understand. If you care at all.”
Fox strangled a laugh in their throat into a cough. It wouldn’t do to break character at this point in the game. “And?” they said, as infuriatingly as they could manage.
“And,” Captain Rex said pointedly, “our supply records are going to be unsalvageable in short order.”
“Sounds like your supply guy needs to be relieved,” Fox said, trying their damnedest to come off as serious and unconcerned.
Rex sighed even more gustily. “I hate you, tenten, you know. Both of you.”
“Love you too, Rex,” Fox said, finally losing the fight to contain all traces of their laughter from leaking into their voice.
As Fox disconnected, Rex threatened desperately, “Fix it.”
Fox regulated their voice back down to bored and imperious, then keyed their red bracer’s comm once more. “Thorn, dispatch a pair to escort a disorderly conduct from 501st supply, Captain Rex will have the trooper in question ready to turn over to your custody.”
“Yessir, —hey, isn’t that the shop your partner works from, Commander?”
“Yes,” Fox said, grinning under their lover’s helmet. “Yes he does.”
“…wait, he? Aren’t they—FOX, WAIT—FUCK!”
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