side-blogging in the bog

Fortunately for you, your soldier was considered one of the best in the Grand Army of the Republic.

A member of the elite clone group, Clone Force 99, and the fiercest marksman you’ve ever met.

Crosshair.

Honestly, you never would’ve imagined even falling for someone like him. Especially when you met in 79’s after being dragged by your friends. He was cold, distant, aloof, and most of all infuriating to begin with. Your initial impression lasted in mind only because of his disinterest to converse, and when he did, it was always curt and dismissive. Alright. You didn’t think of anything from it, not everyone was as sociable as his brothers, so you moved on from his presence and focused on another.

Hunter was more than charming, but you couldn’t entertain him further after seeing your friend pressed up against his arm. Wrecker was an absolute sweetheart, but he was just too… spirited for your tastes. At least he had two of your friends on either side of him, giggling and admiring his muscles. Then there was Tech, who at least tolerated your initiative to talk.

For a while, it was going fine. 

He was informative, had a lack for humor but made up for his clever retorts, and he listened attentively when it was your turn to share something. However, as much as you could hope to connect with him on a deeper level, you could tell the setting was overwhelming him. His attention constantly drifted on his datapad again and again. His fingers twitched whenever you accidentally brushed his arm or when you leaned closer to hear him better over the music. And how he stammered on his words when you asked more questions, then he coughed into his hand before he finally excused himself.

At least he’s trying.

You thought at the time, taking a sip of your drink.

At the perfect moment, your gaze slid up and met Crosshair’s.

He was looking at you with an unreadable glint in his eyes.

Underneath the neon lights, you had trouble deciphering his expression. How long has he been listening to your conversation? Surely he wasn’t that invested. Not when he didn’t show any enthusiasm to your attempts earlier. So why was he looking at you like that?

Then it clicked.

Slowly, you brought your glass down.

Maybe he wasn’t good with words.

Maybe actions were better.

And so, with a plan in mind, you let your eyes fall—intentionally, coyly—down the impressive length of his body. Still covered in his dark armor, lean and imposing in all the right places. You took that time to actually study him. Trace the lines over his chest piece, eye the dark gloves hugging his long and lithe fingers, deliberately trailing your eyes back up—eyeing the distinct mark of his tattoo—before finally meeting his eyes again.

The magic worked.

Because the glint darkened, and if looks could kill, you’d be pierced by steel and daggers covered with heat. As though he read your mind, the sniper shifted the toothpick between his teeth, jaw clenched.

For the final drop, you smiled at him with a brow raised.

You remembered whispering an excuse to your friend beside you—need to use the refresher—without breaking eye contact as you got up from your seat.

But before you could fully turn around, you glanced over your shoulder and met his gaze again.

Coming?

The message was received clearly from the way he finished his last shot, fixing you an intense glare over the rim.

As you walked away, you felt that burning stare on you the entire time.

What followed next was a blur of events.

Crosshair had followed you shortly after, let you lead him towards the unused refreshers located far back, and kept his distance respectable even when you entered. The last thing you heard was the door sliding shut, the lock beeping to seal you both inside. The next was being pressed up against the sink with your legs around his hips, and his lips crashing down on yours. He didn’t remove all of his armor, only his gloves followed the codpiece around his groin. Then, he stuffed your mouth with two fingers while his free hand disappeared beneath the short hem of your dress.

“Quiet, or I’ll leave before you could come.”

The longest sentence he’s ever spoken to you that night, and it made you soak his fingers even more.

Half an hour later, you were stumbling out the refreshers barely upright. Hair messed up, teeth marks across your collarbones and inner thighs, bruises on your hips, and legs trembling like a newborn Eopie. 

You’d never forget the smug look on his face when he exited shortly after, retrieving a new toothpick from his pouch and giving you a wink. 

“The fun’s only beginning, Cross.”

You could only pray to the stars Tech didn’t hear everything that was happening.

Of course, you didn’t dare to continue the act after that. As much as you loved seeing Crosshair lose control every once in a while, you cared for him deeply. He placed his trust on you like a soldier offering his last weapon, knowing it was in safe hands, and breaking that trust was the last thing you wanted. Somehow, Tech didn’t come around to visit after that incident. At least without another brother besides Crosshair. And the times he visited again, it was as if nothing had happened. His demeanor never changed from the last you’ve seen him, still the same chatterbox. 

If he had noticed the subtle distance you’ve put between you, he didn’t show or comment on it. 

Though there was his silent exchange with Crosshair when they thought you weren’t paying attention. Hunter made a comment about it one day how the two possessed a “weird telepathic communication” since they popped out of their pods at the same time back in Kamino, essentially making them twins. Whether literally or figuratively, you learned that whatever was said in those brief moments, they were the only ones who knew.

With that new discovery in mind, you filed away the information in hopes to ask more from either of them.

Some time passed, and your relationship with the eccentric batch led you to get out of your home to explore a few outer worlds whenever they’re on leave. Most planets were habitable, with cantinas and tourist spots to explore while you’re docked. Rarely did they take you to dangerous places. You appreciated their time and effort to let you see a piece of their life outside being soldiers. 

It really reminded you how they were still people. Humans who get tired and chase other thrills besides war. And most importantly, they were a family. Brothers who could never truly be apart for a long time. Even with all their disagreements, clashing spirits, and chaotic endeavors, they loved each other in their own ways. A loyalty you rarely see nowadays.

But when the time came they needed to depart again, you knew you only had to wait.

And until then, you’d cling to your faith with hopes of their return.

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It was another busy day in Coruscant, and you were looking forward to spending the entire night resting before your shift starts again next morning. 

The moment you got home, you half-heartedly removed every layer of your uniform while padding towards the refresher. Working in Dex's Diner sure took its toll on you. The peak hours during the busiest days never fail to run your skin to your bones. It didn't compare to serving the Republic like how the Batch did, but serving civilians—different species no less—came pretty close. After all, your energy was spent at the end of the day. Minus the danger and death of course.

After freshening up and changing into more comfortable clothes, you took up space on your couch to browse the holonet. 

Just then, a notification came through your datapad.

From: Grumpy Tooka

– About to land in an hour

– We made a stop over in Kamino

– I have a surprise for you

Perking up, a smile split across your face upon recognizing the sender. 

To: Grumpy Tooka

– well hello there, handsome

– a surprise you say? 

– care to tell me what it is? 

Not even a second after you sent the message, another response came through.

From: Grumpy Tooka

– Hardly a surprise if I tell you

– You'll like it

Now curious, you assumed it was another gift he often brought you from their missions. He'd tell you which planet he got it from, the mission they did beforehand, and other things he'd spend time venting about while you ate or lay in bed together. You always loved his gifts; they were simple yet incredibly thoughtful items that he claimed reminded him of you. You even had Wrecker help you to install a small shelf to accommodate every single thing, and hopefully, fill every space until you have to install another.

To: Grumpy Tooka

– can't wait!!

– just come inside my room in case i accidentally fall asleep, it's been a long day 

– stay safe out there, love you <3 

From: Grumpy Tooka

– Love you too, doll

– Get some rest first 

You turned off your datapad, yawning softly as you made your way towards your room. In the meanwhile, you could use a short nap before his arrival. Something told you whatever his surprise was, you needed enough energy for it.

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You stirred awake at the sound of footsteps outside your bedroom door, causing you to shift from your bed to sit up. 

It took you a second to recognize the footsteps. Familiar set of thuds that have walked around your apartment many times before. 

Immediately, you relaxed against your bed and waited for your door to open. The only ones who knew your apartment passcode were some of your friends and the boys, and remembering Crosshair’s message to you earlier confirmed the identity quickly.

Before you could rise to meet him, the door slid open and the dark silhouette of armor stood at the threshold in silence. It was indeed Crosshair, but something was… off. His usual silence wasn’t weighted in exhaustion. Tense was the right word. The straight set of his shoulders gave it away. You knew all of his tales by now, and you knew damn well something was definitely wrong—the silence was too much, his posture was pinstraight, and his helmet was still on.

You paused, eyeing him in suspicion. “Cross? You okay?”

No answer. 

Not even a tilt of his head or a breath. 

There were times when Crosshair came back from a mission, as tense as he was right now, and you’d know immediately why. Pent up frustration, a hidden injury he stubbornly hid from his brothers, or he wasn’t in the mood to talk. Amongst other things. Usually, you’d get up quickly to fix him a meal. Or if he didn’t have any appetite, you’d quietly strip him out of his armor and just hold him. You wouldn’t ask him any questions, letting your presence and touch coax him to come back to you. You were aware how loud his thoughts could be that words failed him—the only thing you could do was wait for him until he was ready.

Tonight, it seemed to be that same case.

Carefully, you tried to move from your bed to assess him.

But then he raised a hand, causing you to stay seated. 

You blinked, confused from his action. “What is it—”

He retrieved something from his back, and you tracked the movement until a long slip of fabric emerged from behind. It was red, their red, and against the dim light of your lamp, it seemed eerily similar to silk. It must've cost something from somewhere. Crosshair then approached the bed, stopping right in front of you with the silk in his gloved hand. 

Without a word, he held it towards you. 

You cast a glance at it, the gears in your head turning.

“Is this your gift?” you stared up at him, smiling in amusement. “It’s lovely, Cross. How should I use—”

He answered for you. No, demonstrated.

Because before the question was finished, the silk covered your eyes, bathing your vision in crimson until everything was swallowed in darkness. The action elicited a gasp from you. A shot of thrill ran down your spine at the realization. 

Oh. 

He’s never done this to you before. Kriff, you never even imagined this happening before.  

Suddenly, with the loss of your sight, you depended on other senses in wait for his next move.

Silence. 

Pure, tantalizing silence.

You held your breath, listening to your surroundings intently.

It hitched the moment an ungloved finger met your bottom lip, his thumb, the sound of something dropping cluttered on your floor. His helmet, you assumed. You focused on the way he began to stroke your lip, the faint sound of his breathing might’ve been the loudest thing in the room amidst the quiet. Then, his thumb dragged low, tugging your bottom lip until it was parted—enough for him to slip it inside and rest against your tongue.

On instinct, you sucked softly. 

A sharp inhale pierced the air, but no word still.

Fine.

You could get him talking.

Reaching outwards, your hands found their way around his codpiece. 

Even without your sight, you knew how to unlatch each piece like the back of your hand. Already mastered from countless experiences. He didn’t stop you as you worked. Sucking on his thumb gently whilst the armor pieces fell. When you grazed the bulge straining against his blacks, palming the hardening length, another hiss came from above. He still didn’t talk or make a move to stop you when your fingers dipped inside his waistband and tugged.

His thumb gently parted your mouth wider, his free hand threading across your hair. Gently urging you forward until the hot, blunt head of his cock kissed your lips.

You moaned around him, immediately sucking on his tip and letting the taste of him coat your tongue. 

In your imagination, you pictured him watching you with that intense look in his sharp eyes. Dark, heated, and piercing. When he’s frustrated, he won't waste time and start off rough. When he felt lazier than usual, he’d let you control the pace. Right now, it seemed he was handing you the reins again, which you had no complaints over.

The same thumb that’s been inside your mouth caressed your cheek, lightly tapping to signal you to take him deeper. And without hesitation, you obeyed. Inching slowly down his base, breathing in through your nose, until the tip of him finally reached the back of your throat. Before, you could hardly fit all of him inside your mouth without gagging or tearing up. Now, it was easier to take him in. Too easy in fact.

And since when did he feel thicker?

The observation lingered at the back of your mind but before you could dwell on it, he slowly pulled away.

A shuddering sigh escaped him, and you focused on keeping your cheeks sucked in.

You took him in hand, worshipping him just how he liked. 

Tracing the vein underneath his length, swirling your tongue around his tip, before taking him in again. The more he began to release those breathless noises, the more it fueled you to move faster. The hand on your head flexed, not gripping tightly, just enough to let you know he liked that. So you continued worshipping him with your tongue, keeping the pace steady and your cheeks sucked in. When you felt him throbbing, you returned to his tip and kept him on edge. Your hand pumped loosely around him, feeling his weight and length twitch the closer he got to his release.

But even after all that, he still wasn’t talking.

It was strange now that you knew how filthy his words could become once he’s lost in pleasure. How he’s equally praising and mocking you: how pretty you were with your mouth stuffed full of him, how he’s been thinking of it the whole time he’s away. But now it’s gone, rendered silent except for hitched gasps and choked grunts. But you didn’t ponder deeper on it anymore. Not when you could feel him nearing, not when you heard him whimper for the first time, and began bucking his hips inside your mouth to chase his release.kisses while caressing your legs.

After you came down from your high, you could hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears as your mind scrambled back in place.

“Kriff,” you let out a breathless laugh, completely in disbelief. “That was new. Stars, where’d you get this idea from—”

“It was suggested by Crosshair.”

“That makes sense. He knows a thing or two about…”

Wait.

Slowly, you raised the blindfold and looked down—

Messy brown hair. Round, brown eyes. Foggy goggles.

Your eyes widened, staring in shock as the realization hit. “Tech?”

The said man only nodded. “Yes, my dear?”

My dear. 

Not doll.

An array of emotions flitted through you in the span of seconds. 

Confusion, denial, then disbelief.

You glanced down, seeing the dark armor pieces still cluttered on the floor. Crosshair's helmet with them. When you glanced back to Tech, he was in fact wearing his brother’s armor. His chest piece, his pauldrons, but without his rifle in sight. Was this a dream? Why haven’t you woken up yet? What the fuck was going on?

But before you could demand an explanation, the door to your room slid open.

And your heart dropped.

Crosshair stood there, arms crossed, wearing a knowing grin on his sharp features. For a brief moment, it reminded you of the first time he visited your apartment many months ago. The only difference was… he was wearing Tech’s armor. 

It was suggested by Crosshair.

You gaped, speechless and horrified.

He leaned against your doorway, voice thick with dark amusement. “Did you like my surprise?” 

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You lay awake the next morning, processing the events that have occurred the night before.

Beside you, Crosshair slept peacefully with his arm draped across your stomach. His cheek was pressed on your forehead, breathing steady and light. On your other side, Tech snored quietly. Like his brother, his arm rested just below Crosshair’s, and his face was buried in your neck. Both were bare, marked, and equally spent. While you lay there, staring at your ceiling, convincing yourself if it was a dream or not.

How did it exactly come to this situation?

Well, you remembered staring at Crosshair after he had just made himself appear.

And after prolonged silence, it was Tech who finally broke it.

“It seems this arrangement might have upset her,” he finally set your legs down from his shoulders, his touch lingering just a second longer. “Perhaps we should explain ourselves.”

Crosshair sighed, finally entering the room with a casual flourish. “Calm down. She’s not upset—”

You sat up straight, aiming an incredulous look at them. “Not upset? Oh, I’m about to be more than upset if you don't explain yourselves.”

That caused both brothers to grimace. A tense look was exchanged between them, another silent conversation shared through their gazes alone. They must’ve thought whatever this plan was would only fly by you. Well, they thought wrong. Crosshair should’ve at least prepared you beforehand. Other than the ominous surprise he had messaged earlier, you absolutely had no clue what was happening. How long was this planned behind your back? Did Hunter and Wrecker know?

You pulled your legs up to your chest and hugged them close, lightly glaring at each of them. 

“It was my suggestion,” Crosshair muttered, finally breaking his stare from his brother. “Only because I’m aware he likes you too.”

That caught your attention quickly. “What?”

Tech cleared his throat, you fought the urge not to eye the remaining slickness staining his chin as he began to explain. “I will not deny it. My attraction towards your character has been a… problem. For quite some time now. I barely possess any knowledge on how to navigate through these unknown urges. All I know is that they are not unwanted. It is only a matter of time until Crosshair discovers and—”

“Oh, I knew all along.” The sniper remarked sardonically, rolling his eyes. “You weren’t so subtle yourself, genius. You really think I wasn’t watching every time you’re here?”

An indignant scoff escaped Tech, but you picked up on his flush deepening at the accusation.

Your brows furrowed, more confused than ever. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

You didn’t know which the question was directed for, as long as you got a proper explanation. 

Crosshair shifted on his feet, letting his eyes fall on your exposed legs before averting them away.

“Because I don’t share.”

“And… what changed?”

“Because you like him too.”

“I don’t—”

“Doesn’t matter now,” the silver-haired clone shook his head dismissively. “I don’t share what’s mine. But I'm willing to do it once. Just so I can show him what he’s missing.”

Then, he was approaching your side.

You took your time studying him too. And stars, it wasn’t fair how he looked so good wearing Tech’s armor like that. Somehow, it fits him just right. You’d be lying if you said Tech didn’t look good in Crosshair’s armor too. Both of them wore the other devastatingly well, it annoyed you even more. Maybe they really were twins. And maybe, just maybe, you could let this pass with the right persuasion.

Fingers grabbed hold of your cheeks, now with the familiar rougher touch you were used to, forcing you to stare up and meet his darkening gaze. A shadow fell over his expression, irked and disappointed. As though you were the one who had done something against him.

“But you didn’t answer the question, doll.” Crosshair swept a thumb across your bottom lip. “Did you like my gift? And don’t lie.”

Your lips parted, unsure of what to answer.

Your mind told you no. 

That rational, logical part inside you screamed every single thing about this was wrong. But then there was the traitorous, curious part deep in your mind that wanted to know where this would lead to. Just once. What would it feel like to have them together? Was Crosshair truly fine with this? What’s going to happen after this—

A light tap brought you back to reality, and you only registered him patting your cheek.

When you blinked, you saw a smirk at the edge of his mouth. “Must’ve liked it. Was it so good you can’t think properly now? I always knew you were a whore.”

Tech sputtered from the foot of your bed. “Crosshair, that language is not necessary—”

But what he didn’t know was this was his brother’s language. The taunting, the mock sympathy, the cruelty. It was the language that got you thinking about him for days after that night in the refreshers back in 79’s. The same tone he used when he visited time and time again. And kriff did you miss it. The same man from that night finally resurfaced, and he was glaring down at you, waiting for an answer.

A shaky exhale slipped from your parted lips. “Yes.”

Both brothers tensed at your response.

Tension blanketed the room, almost palpable, as the three of you refused to move or breathe in fear of breaking it. 

But Crosshair saw it—that same glint in your eyes the night you lead him towards the refreshers—and he inhaled sharply. “Yes what, doll?”

His hand trailed down, grazing your jaw, until those long fingers encircled your throat. He gave an experimental squeeze, and you nearly whimpered at the pressure. His jaw clenched at the soft sound, at the way your lashes fluttered, and the pleading look you gave him. Not far from your bed, you saw movement from the corner of your eye. 

When you glanced over, you saw Tech watching you. 

Intensely, darkly, heatedly. 

“Eyes on me,” Crosshair squeezed your throat again, harder this time. “I’m the one talking. Yes what, doll?”

You swallowed your pride, and confessed. “I liked it. I liked your surprise.”

“Oh, I’m sure you did.” His face lowered, stopping just an inch away from yours. “I could hear you from outside the door. Every sound you made. Every call of my name. While another man was between your legs, I’m still the one on your mind.”

Your gaze dropped to his lips, unable to seal the distance with the hand around your neck. “Aren’t you gonna ask me the more important question?”

Hearing the challenge in your tone, his voice darkened. “That is?”

You smiled, playing with the fire now. “Did I like it better than yours?”

His whole body froze. Not even a twitch from his fingers. Not even a muscle in his jaw flexed.

Just pure, tantalizing silence. Again.

Until finally, he spoke. “Well? Was it better?”

Bravery (or stupidity) filled your nerves as you decided to lean closer, brushing your noses together. He didn’t stop you, but his grip tightened. A clear warning not to test him. Not to add more fuel to the fire. But you were enjoying yourself now. If you were going to get burned, they’re both going to burn with you. One way or another.

“It was,” you tilted your head, breathing the words into his parted lips. “He made me feel so good. I almost forgot my own name.”

A low, rumbling growl escaped him. “Is that how you thank me in return? Tch, maybe you should be punished instead.”

“Maybe,” you then threw a glance over your shoulder, making eye contact with Tech. “Tech would be more than happy to oblige.”

You could see the gears turning in his ingenious head, the clues slowly piecing together, before he straightened with newfound intent and purpose.

“I believe a behavioral correction can be arranged,” he began moving, circling around until you lost him behind your periphery. “She certainly needs to be educated for this unpleasant attitude.”

His breath ghosted your nape, making you shiver at the proximity.

At that moment, Crosshair saw the flash of excitement on your face and decided.

“I agree.”

He pulled you in by your neck, kissing you with every frustration and long buried jealousy he has concealed for months. And you could do nothing but melt. Allowing yourself to be burned from the heat of his mouth, the fire in his tongue, and the ember in his touch. If you’d be ash by the end of this night, then let it be done by their hands. Let it be by their shared hunger and possession. And let it be done together.

Behind you, Tech's mouth claimed your nape. One of his hands snaked its way between your legs, and you couldn’t believe how easily you parted them for him. His fingers found your center again, still soaking and sensitive from earlier, eliciting a shiver from your body. He began his exploration again, more confident than before, sliding from your clit down to your entrance.

You moaned into the kiss, spurring Crosshair to push himself deeper.

“Did you like it?” he rasped, parting briefly. “When you had him in your mouth?”

You nodded, chasing his lips. “I did.”

“Did you like it when he had his mouth on you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want him inside you?”

“Please.”

Crosshair clicked his tongue, unamused. “You really are a whore, aren’t you? Wanting two men at the same time. Soaked for the both of us. Greedy little thing.”

Oh, you missed this. You missed him. This meaner and rougher version of him. The one you met that night, who fucked you hard against the refresher sink, and made you unable to walk properly for days. You loved your Crosshair, the man who made you feel loved above all else, but this Crosshair was the soldier—brutal, merciless, and lethal. And now that he’s shown himself again, you’d take the opportunity to claim him.

Tech cursed behind you, the sound strained and breathless. “Fascinating. She responds to your words exceptionally well. Her body tells me she is more aroused when given degradation instead of—”

“I know,” came his brother’s dark chuckle. “I know about her little secret. She wants to be used. Treated like a whore. Well, it’s about time we oblige. Isn’t that right, doll?”

A high whimper poured from your throat, nodding. “Please.”

A cruel smirk appeared on his lips. “Good girl.”

He pulled away from you, hands making a quick work of his codpiece. “Get her on her knees.”

It took you a second to process the command wasn’t directed at you, but at his brother. And before you could formulate another thought, Tech tugged you from behind. Effortlessly manhandling your body until your hands were on the bed and your knees were spread, reminding you that he, too, was a soldier. The display of hidden strength only aroused you even more.

Now, you had Crosshair in front and Tech at the back.

Never in your wildest dreams did you expect this to happen.

You couldn’t even comprehend how Crosshair managed to persuade Tech of all people to agree to this.

Then it clicked, remembering his words not long ago. 

“You think he’s not tempted? Pay attention next time, doll.”

Kriff, so he wasn't joking?

Before you could dwell on it further, Crosshair finally released himself from his armor and blacks. 

“You can take it, right?” The mockery in his voice should’ve humiliated you. Instead, a shot of electricity ran through your spine. “Oh, you can. Tech already prepped you earlier. Shouldn’t be a struggle if he just goes right in.”

From behind, you felt Tech—raw, hard, and throbbing—gliding himself against you. Next were his hands, holding your hips in a possessive grip, using them to move himself back and forth. But he doesn’t slide right in just like how Crosshair said. You wished you could actually see his expression, but it gave you time to focus on the sight in front of you, watching the silver-haired soldier run a fist around himself. Long, steady, and firm strokes. His eyes never left your face, darkening as soon as you met his gaze.

The scene was both obscene and thrilling. 

“Enjoying yourself, doll?” he neared himself to your lips, sighing when you kissed his tip. 

“I am,” you kissed him again. “Looks like you’re enjoying yourself too.”

Crosshair tried to retort something when you suddenly sucked on his head, the only words coming out of him was a sharp hiss through gritted teeth. “Shut it.”

Okay.

As you were about to take him deeper, Tech slowly buried himself inside you. 

The three of you moaned in unison.

You could hear Tech’s strangled breathing from behind, fingers flexing on your hips, inching himself closer until he completely filled you. Meanwhile, Crosshair had a hard time suppressing his grunts the moment he reached the back of your throat. You missed the way both brothers shared another look from above, and before you could fully adjust to the sizes, they started moving.

The moan you released was muffled around Crosshair, and he groaned loudly in response.

“That's it. Made for this, huh?”

At first, their rhythm was uneven. Tech was a little inexperienced from the way he shallowly moved, while Crosshair immediately settled on his usual pace. Gradually, through that strange connection, the two found the right pace and you were left on cloud nine between them.

“Knew you could take it,” the sniper grinned down at you. Then to Tech. “Go rougher. Since she likes it that way.”

You physically felt the conflict rippling through Tech from the way he wavered, but it didn't take long for him to recover. 

Quietly, you heard him rasp next to your ear. 

“Do I have your permission?”

Unable to talk or nod, you could only push your hips back against him. 

Tech let out another strangled breath, before his restraint vanished. In the next second, he was pulling out and thrusting in exactly like his brother instructed. Rough, ruthless, and uncharacteristically domineering. If you told yourself before Tech could fuck like this, you would've never believed the words coming right out of your mouth. But it wasn't impossible, you knew he could easily pick up on a skill with a limited amount of time to learn it. And within the time he spent with you earlier disguised as his brother, he already has your body memorized.

“Have you thought of this before?” Crosshair directed the question at you, still wearing that arrogant smirk. “The two of us? Using you as we please?”

Tech cursed out loud when you clenched around him, grunting in effort to keep himself composed.“I believe she has. She—Maker—She is tightening around me in response—”

“You're not so innocent too, Tech. You've thought of this before.”

“Why are you inquiring this at this moment—”

“No need to be shy. I've seen the way you looked at her.”

Out of all the times they chose to bicker. If you could, you would've rolled your eyes at their antics. But with the way they're both moving, Tech's thorough thrusts and Crosshair’s punishing pace, all you could do was whimper helplessly. Their words got lost on you the moment your jaw started to ache. Your elbows could barely support yourself, trembling with exhaustion, but you forced yourself upright. Your noises didn't seem to gather their attention, so you resorted to squeezing around Tech again.

As expected, his words cut off with a grunt. “Ahh— She is— Are you close, my dear?”

Crosshair finally looked down on you, his hips never wavering. “Already? But we just started, doll. Don't think I'm done with you yet.”

He wiped the tears away from your eyes, clicking his tongue repeatedly. 

“But for now, I'll let Tech have his fill.”

Then, he removed himself from your mouth, as though granting you brief mercy.

Gasping for air, you finally let yourself drop against the bed. Your arms were shaking, face buried in the sheets as more noises poured from your mouth. Behind you, Tech readjusted himself and quickened his pace. Without Crosshair in his way, he could freely use you as he wished. And some part in you loved it—to be used and desired like this—to have these men, these soldiers, at your disposal. 

“Tell her,” Crosshair's voice hissed from above. “Tell her the things you told me about her.”

What?

Scrambling for purchase, you propped yourself on your elbows and glanced over your shoulder. “What—kriff—is he talking about, Tech?”

The eye contact caused him to lose focus, releasing that whimper again as his thrusts became more desperate. “He is—He is telling the truth. I have thought about this before. Shamelessly. Wrongfully. To want you when you are already with another man. My brother. I thought it would disappear on its own but— it never did.”

One of his hands came down to your spine, tracing the curve of it in a reverent manner.

“I have spent every moment observing you. Since the night we met, you simply intrigued me. However, you made your choice when you chose him. Thus, I settled on keeping my feelings at bay. I assumed it was nothing but a carnal urge, but this is one of the rarer times I was wrong.”

His other hand vanished between your legs.

The moment he circled a finger around your clit, stars burst behind your eyelids. The coil was unfurling again, and you clung to your sheets at the pleasure waiting to snap. 

“And I heard everything,” Tech continued, voice wrecked and breathless. “Every time I came to visit. I hear everything. Those sounds haunted me many nights. An irrational part within me yearned to be the cause of them.”

His confession, raw and unfiltered, combined with the relentless drag of his cock against that perfect spot inside you, sent you spiraling. Your walls fluttered and clenched hard around him, the pressure in your core snapping like a live wire.

“Tech!” you cried out, the sound breaking into a desperate sob as your second orgasm crashed over you. 

Your thighs shook violently, back bowing off the bed as pleasure tore through every nerve. You could feel yourself pulsing, soaking him, pulling him deeper with every involuntary spasm.

Tech’s rhythm faltered, a choked groan ripping from his throat. “Maker— you feel incredible—” 

His fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place as he drove in once more, burying himself to the hilt. His body tensed above you, muscles locking, and then he was coming with a low, shuddering moan that sounded almost surprised by its own intensity. You felt the hot pulse of him spilling deep inside you, hips jerking with each wave until he finally stilled, panting against your shoulder.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were your mingled, ragged breaths. Your body was still trembling, floating in that hazy afterglow, when you felt large hands on your waist.

Crosshair didn’t give you time to recover.

With effortless strength, he pulled you from beneath his brother. Tech made a soft, reluctant sound as he slipped out of you, but he didn’t protest. In one smooth motion, Crosshair flipped you onto your back and settled between your spread thighs, caging you in with his arms. His silver hair fell messily over his forehead, and that dangerous, predatory smirk you knew so well curved his lips.

The look in his eyes was pure sin.

“We’re not done yet,” he murmured, voice low and rough with promise. His cock—hard and flushed—rested heavy against your slick, sensitive folds. He rocked his hips once, teasingly gliding along your wetness, coating himself in the mix of your release and Tech’s.

You shivered beneath him, still breathless, still pulsing from the aftershocks. “Cross…”

He leaned down, brushing his lips against your ear, teeth grazing the shell of it.

“You wanted both of us, doll. You’re going to get both of us.” His hand slid down to grip your thigh, hitching it higher around his waist. “And I’m going to remind you exactly who you belong to while he watches.”

Behind him, you caught a glimpse of Tech adjusting his goggles, eyes dark and fixed on the two of you, chest still heaving. The flush on his cheeks hadn’t faded.

Crosshair’s smirk widened as he notched the head of his cock at your entrance, pushing in just enough to make you gasp.

“We’re not done yet,” he repeated, voice dripping with dark promise as he sank into you in one smooth thrust.

You gasped at the familiar stretch, your body still sensitive and slick from Tech. He didn’t give you time to adjust—he never did when he was like this—setting a punishing rhythm that had the bed creaking beneath you.

He took you hard and deep, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other gripped your hip, angling you exactly how he wanted. 

“Eyes here,” he growled whenever your eyes fluttered toward Tech. “Keep them on me.” 

You came again under his relentless pace, clenching around him as he spilled inside you with a low, satisfied groan, marking you in the most primal way.

He barely pulled out before Tech was there, gentle but no less eager. The bespectacled clone flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so you were on all fours. Again. His hands explored your back and thighs with curious reverence as he slid back into your soaked heat, a broken sound tumbling from his chest as his eyelids fluttered shut. 

“Fascinating,” he murmured, as though he was commenting on the weather. “How perfectly you accommodate both of us.” 

His thrusts were steadier, more experimental—finding every angle that made you whimper and tremble—while Crosshair knelt in front of you, feeding his cock back into your mouth.

They found their rhythm quickly, taking turns like that for what felt like hours. Crosshair would fuck you into the mattress while Tech watched, stroking himself and offering quiet, filthy observations that only made you wetter. Then Tech would take over, slow and thorough, while Crosshair kissed you breathless or whispered taunts in your ear about how greedy you were for both of them.

At one point they had you between them properly. Crosshair beneath you, buried deep in your walls, while Tech pressed in from behind, stretching you in a way that left you sobbing with overwhelming pleasure. They moved in sync, one pulling out while the other pushed in, their hands everywhere, mouths claiming every inch of skin they could reach. Crosshair’s mocking praise mixed with Tech’s breathless analysis until your mind went blissfully blank.

You lost count of how many times they made you come—on their tongues, their fingers, their cocks. They switched positions fluidly. You riding Tech while Crosshair fucked your mouth, bent over the edge of the bed with Crosshair behind you and Tech’s fingers working your clit, pressed between their bodies in a messy, sweaty tangle as they both chased release again and again.

By the time the first hints of Coruscant’s dawn filtered through the window, all three of you were spent.

You lay in the middle of the wrecked bed, limbs tangled, skin sticky with sweat and release. Crosshair’s arm was heavy across your waist, his face buried in your neck as his breathing evened out into sleep. Tech curled against your other side, one hand resting possessively on your thigh, goggles discarded somewhere on the floor. His soft snores were already starting.

You stared at the ceiling for a long moment, body aching in the best way, mind hazy with exhaustion and satisfaction. A small, dazed smile tugged at your lips.