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It was hot, sweat trickled down Echo's back stinging around the ports on his skin. All this time and still it stung. Even with the shade of the Marauder's wings and the wind passing through there was no relief from the heat. If he were still fully human and not some type of...

“Haar'chak!”

Yelling as his scomp stripped out another bolt he punched the hull, instantly regretting the decision.

“If you would please refrain from damaging my ship further,” Tech drolly commented from under the opposite wing, “...or yourself,”

Grunting Echo changed attachments, replacing the bolt with another. He and Tech had an easy relationship, Tech would talk and he would listen with no real expectation to converse much. He felt included without the constant need to chatter, socialization not always his favored activity. Echo'd always been an observer, a planner, happy to let others lead. Now that he was... damaged, he preferred all the more to sit back and keep watch.

Unfortunately that also meant observing as they started down a very precarious path. Watching as Sid made her shady deals and deliveries. Always having to ensure they had an exit strategy, keep them all safe. It made the Arc wonder, was this all there was to life now? Dodgy smuggling jobs and being muscle for a gangster? No, they were more than that. Still honorable, still soldiers ready to fight for a good cause.

Laughter rang in the air, both men looking to it's source. Their newest crew mate alongside their little sister, walking back from a morning of fun. Echo's gaze lingered on your form in that tight swim wrap as you and Omega parted ways.

Your eyes, bright with mirth, looking his way. Giving him a little finger waive and wink before you trekked off into the woods.

Echo watched as your blue headband faded into the green foliage. You constantly wore some small splash of blue, it was driving him crazy. His old legion colors on you, marking you. How you flirted with him, just enough so that he couldn't help a grin. Kark he had it bad for you, had since the first time he'd seen you smile. Hell he'd had more than a few vivid dreams involving your bright smile as he made you both very happy. Dreaming of your soft body and how he would make you scream in pleasure.

Yet even with all the flirting and sweet looks he still couldn't get up the guts to really talk to you. Hells it was obvious even to Wrecker that you liked him. If Fives was here he would have threatened to go flirt with you himself just to goad Echo into action. Sad thing is it would have worked too, but his brother was not here and you deserved better. What could a broken toy soldier offer a shooting star?

Not that you weren't friendly to all the Batch, you fit like a missing piece in a puzzle. When the motley crew had been introduced to the neighborhood port owner and mechanic wiz there had been reservations. But then Omega had befriended you and now it was a rare sight to not have you tagging along with them. It may have helped that you were handy with a blaster, looked damn good shooting it too. One of the only reasons that the men tolerated Omega being out of sight at all was that she was usually in your company. Doting on her like she was your own blood, teaching her all the things a normal little girl should know. You genuinely cared for them all. In fact it had been your mention of the festival on this planet that had led to their impromptu stop at this planet for much needed R&R

It was beautiful, full of forests and lakes. It should be relaxing for all of them, yet Echo never could find peace. Not in the night nor the day, waking or sleep. No, only when you smiled at him did he feel the tight band of tension loosen from his chest. The nightmares ever present and just on the periphery of his mind seemed to calm at your gentle voice asking about his day. It was fleeting and intoxicating.

That for a brief period he could forget...

Forget for even a moment how his own mind was used against him. How he'd been used as a pawn by the enemy. Entombed in that damned freezer and forced to kill his own brothers.

ARC Troopers do not show weakness, do not allow themselves to be...

“ECHO!” Omega ran over to her broodiest brother, seeing him lost in his thoughts yet again. Throwing her arms around his waist, she squeezed. She'd never let go till his hand gently patted her head. It was one of her duties on the ship to keep up morale, something Omega took pride in. Pulling back to give a crisp salute she smiled, “Swimming lessons are progressing well. You should come see the lake it's so pretty! And there's these little pink fish that kept trying to nibble our toes and I found this little newt...”

“Bet the water's nice and cool too,” he hummed on a half smile. The other Dominoes may be gone, but he saw their spirit in each of the clones here, especially his sister. Omega was such a ray of sunlight, Fives would have spoiled her rotten. They had the same joy, that spark for adventure. Oh the trouble they would have gotten into together. “Where's our friend headed?”

“Y/n? Oh, I think she was going to go explore the other side of the lake.” Omega watched Echo trying to watch you through the trees. She wondered why he never asked you out or whatever it was Wrecker called it. Maybe Echo was just nervous, “You could go with her! Ya know, in case there's trouble.”

“She's more than capable of handling herself. Besides Tech and I have to get these system updates and repairs done.”

Omega frowned, “But it's hot and you need a break. I can help Tech!”

“That's very thoughtful of you, but the sooner this is done the better,” Echo focused on the panel again, but didn't miss the huff his little sister gave before she darted away to tell Hunter about her day.

“You do realize how ridiculous your behavior is?” Tech muttered from under the ship as Echo started pulling wires, splicing them. “I may not have the same proclivity for intimacy, nor does it normally interest me enough to discuss...”

“Tech drop it.”

“...But given the obvious display of interest over the other males of the group, it is a forgone conclusion that y/n has set her affections upon you. In many species if that affection is not returned then the interested potential mate...”

“Tech!” Echo yelled then lowered his voice and dropped down to crouch near his brother, “For the love of the Manda keep it down!”

“All I'm saying is that you should either communicate your intentions or let y/n be free to choose someone else,” Tech nudged his goggles further up his nose, eyebrow raising slightly in mild annoyance at Echo's indecisiveness. While he was never one to mock the man's trauma, it was illogical to deny ones self the joys of living. Further illogical to deny two obviously compatible beings the joys of companionship. “And please do not cause her any emotional distress.”

Echo's eyes crossed the small space to where you had disappeared, lost to his his thoughts again.

“You're sure you want to stay back? The festival...”

“It's ok Omega, I just want to have some me time. You guys go enjoy.” You smiled weakly at the girl. Stars you adored the kid, but your heart wasn't in the mood for fun. Instead preoccupied by the taciturn Arc Trooper who was already in town, thus why you decided to stay. There were somethings that needed to be sorted in private.

You'd tried being subtle, not wanting to upset the apple cart. Then you'd tried being a little flirty, only earning a blush rising in his pale cheeks and a subtle smile. Lately you'd dropped any pretense in your attempts to show your interest. Wearing his favorite color, showing a little cleavage here and there. The man was made of granite, nothing seemed to make him crack! So as the rest of the Batch left to have fun you lay in your makeshift bed trying to figure out where your signals went sideways.

“Karking hells, what am I doing wrong?! Uuuuggggh!” Groaning in frustration you stripped out of your clothing and down to your underthings. You panties showing just how preoccupied you mind had been already that day watching Echo work on the ship. You'd nearly bitten through your lip when he'd stripped off his compression top to keep cool in the summer heat. “What's a girl gotta do to get through to the man, lay naked at his feet and beg!”

You couldn't do that to the sweet shy trooper. Bless him, Echo was so self conscious about his scars and mechanical aids, but you never minded them. They didn't scare you, unlike other beings who turned away or sneered as he walked down the street. Hells, on more than one occasion you'd verbally berated some skughole who'd made a snide remark and then had Wrecker pick you up bodily to keep you from trouncing the offender. Bastards who wouldn't know a hard day if it bit them in the ass. To you those bits of metal were a testament to Echo and his will to survive. A man of honor, who held himself with dignity.

What would Echo want with a hapless disaster like you? Someone so desperate for even a sliver of affection from a good man like him....

and here you were in your bunk, having filthy fantasies about him.

“Kark, I shouldn't keep doing this,” Laying back on the cool sheets your lust led your hands to wander over your skin despite the chiding of your mind. Lightly ghosting your fingertips over your shoulders and neck, goose flesh rising in the air conditioned space. Tracing the outline of your lips with one finger as your other hand began to tug the band down from around your breasts. Cool air causing your nipples to pebble as you traced the areola of one then the other. You'd often wondered what it would be like, if Echo would only use his good hand or if his metal appendage. Sucking two fingers into your mouth you began to lap in wanton imitation of your latest fantasy. Tracing your tongue along, wondering what he would taste like as you released the digits.

“My brave trooper, you deserve to be taken care of,” taking your dampened fingers you drew them down to the hem of your panties. Teasing the skin along your stomach, breathing deeply as you pushed under the elastic. Past the short curls to where your body wept for want of Echo's touch and not your own. Tracing the pads around your entrance, rocking against your palm seeking friction. Letting your worries melt away for this short span of time you embraced the carnality of your desire. So far gone into your imagination that you whispered to the dark, “I'd be so very good to you Echo.”

“I'm sorry... no, no. Y/n I apologize my behavior has been.... No, too formal.”

The minute Omega had run to him at the festival and said you weren't coming Echo's stomach had dropped to his feet. He felt all the worse when his sister said you looked depressed and had wanted 'alone time'. He of all people knew that self isolation was never the way to deal with complicated feelings. The jorgan fruit on the cake had been the peeved glare from Tech. So here he was walking up the ramp of the Marauder trying to think of the best way to both apologize and also to finally ask you on a date. “Well I can always pull Fives line of, 'you and me baby, we could really...' Oh Kark no!”

The last time Fives had used that line his brother had been sent flying across the bar at 79's by the twi'lek he'd been hitting on.

The dark space of your quarters had become a comfort, peacefully cocooning you away from the real world into that of your imagination. You could practically feel Echo's hand stroking to tease at your folds, that deep voice telling you to give over to him. Pretending it was his tongue circling your clit as his fingers curled in you. Would he be mean and call you a mess or would he be sweet and praise you through every building wave of pleasure? “Echo...”

Echo paused his movements at the whimper of his name, immediately on the alert. It was coming from your quarters.

“Oh Echo...” You whined again, biting your lip as you felt that low tingling coil start to build in your core. But it wasn't enough, your fingers too small as they tried their best to bring you to peak. Unable to reach where you needed, leaving you crying for what you couldn't have.

Dropping the holster latch on his weapon Echo began to tread lightly down the stairs to your door. From outside he could hear your despondent tone, desperate and high pitched. Re securing his weapon, Echo cursed himself for the di'kut he was. His heart ached at the thought of having sent you into a fit of tears, opening the door without hesitation to comfort you. “Y/n please don't be upset, I'm sorr...Oh!”

“Echo?!”

You both froze. You with your hand still in your panties mouth agape and he slack jawed with a blush going clean to his head band. Neither of you were certain of how long you stayed frozen, Echo was the one to break the stalemate. Stepping fully into the room he turned and sealed the door. Keeping his back to you, the Arc tried his best to resist the temptation before him. Shoulders rising with every deep breath it did little do douse the fire in his veins. Every minute, every second, you permeated his being.

“Echo... I'm... Oh kark!” Grabbing a blanket you covered yourself.

Echo's voice smoldered, hands flexing at his side, “I heard you call my name.”

“Yes,” You whispered.

Slowly turning he faced you, eyes hazy and dark. Leaning on the door frame with an air of calm, the usual diffidence in his posture was gone. You could practically feel his gaze like a physical touch roving over you. The way it warmed your blood as he took in your near naked form was intoxicating.

Like a great predatory beast crouching before its prey.

“What were you thinking of Y/n?” Echo's eyes took you in, seeing that shiver under the blanket. If it weren't for the fact the he could feel the aching strain of his cock beneath his armor he'd think this a dream. For so long he'd felt out of his element with you. Not a man and not a machine, left floating in limbo. Something had snapped within him though. Till the day he died, Echo'd never forget the image of you petting that pretty pussy as your tits heaved from nearly coming undone. And all at the thought of him. Taking a step forward Echo moved into your space, using two fingers to tilt your head up to meet his eyes. As arousal sparked through his body, Echo's voice took on a roughened edge. “Tell me what I was doing to you. I want you to tell me.”

The smokey command loosened your tongue, “You were touching me...”

“Where star?”

“All over,” The quirk of his brow told you to go on, “my breasts, my stomach...”

“Let's just see those, yeah?” Crouching to kneel, Echo sought permission with his pause. At your nod his scomp began to push the blanket off your shoulders, revealing the smooth expanse of your skin. Running the cool metal down to trace one nipple then the other, watching the buds perk from the contact. Letting the cool metal tease, vibrating the tip lightly. He may not be entirely human, but there were some benefits to his enhancements. Watching those soft mounds rise and fall with every breath, tempting him for a taste. “Hold these beauties for me cyare. Show me how you want them touched. Squeeze, pinch, however you like just show me.”

It was seductive the way his words wrapped around your mind, drawing your hands to action. At the first cool caress of his scomp moving to work in tandem with your hand, you were helpless to stop the moan escaping your chest. It was worth it though to see his lips turn up in a full smile. Ghosting the tips of your fingers to trace over, taking the dusky tips to pinch and roll had Echo's breathing speeding up to match.

It was the speed of his movements that had you mesmerized. The impossibly quick way that he removed and stacked his armor, crown protector, and Kama till all that separated his skin from yours was his blacks. Then his hand moved yours, massaging and weighing one of the globes like a ripe piece of fruit. Echo's head dipped down to mouth at the soft flesh. His tongue lapping over the perked bud and suckling. As your cries of pleasure rose in the tiny space, he left no inch unsampled.

“Oh Fark! Echo please don't stop,” Your hands flew to stroke his head. Being so very careful of the ports and his ears as you cradled him into your chest, surrendering to his appetites. Stars the man had cute ears. Soft delicate shells that the simplest touch caused your strong trooper to groan in satisfaction. Maker save you from his sounds of pleasure, the wet smacking of his mouth against your skin. The electric feeling of it traveled from your chest to rekindle your lost orgasm from earlier. Every nip of his teeth and squeeze of his hand, winding you higher and higher.

Echo's tongue swirled over your nipple, tugging it between his teeth as his good hand molded the plush mound. Like holding the most precious of gems, because that's what you were to him treasure beyond compare. Humming, lost in this amorous haze he began to murmur, “So sweet, so bright ner Ka'ra... So warm for this cold soldier. Keep stroking my head Y/n... please... always so sweet for me.”

“You deserve it Echo... all the good things,” breathy words waxing and waning between keening sighs, Echo rumbled in hunger against your chest. Blinking down as his golden eyes met yours. The mocking little smile as his scomp traced lower down past your belly button. You shuddered as he rested his arm on your thigh, barely touching the cool tip against your clit. His arm was so heavy, you could barely move against the vibrating tip.

“You've been holding out on me cyare, keeping your beautiful body hidden away. Were you being a tease or were you too scared to ask?” Echo was holding back his ravenous hunger, but just barely. The little whimpers escaping you as he turned up the rate of vibrations had his control slipping fast. It had been a practical upgrade, to help with the knots in his back or other muscles. Until now he'd never been bold enough to employ its other uses. Now watching your jaw hang slack as your arousal painted the chrome, Echo would never see the prosthetic the same again. “Answer me Y/n, use your words sweet girl.”

“I've been trying!” Crying to the ceiling, his lips moved to the column of your throat. Your eyes fluttered as he grunted, the sound traveling down deep to mix where he teased at your core. Echo moved his arm a fraction allowing your hips just a little more movement and contact. He did it on purpose though, you could feel his grin as the vibrations increased with every jut of your hips. crying louder, you tried to remember the question, “I... I thought... but you never...Kark!”

“That wasn't asking cyar'ika, you know that soldiers need very clear instructions don't you?” Echo brushed his lips against your own, pressing softly to finally kiss you. Oh you were sweet, as sweet as those drinks you liked to order from Sid after missions. The way he could feel your mind fizzling as he deepened the kiss. Whimpering turned to desperate gasps for air and your words caught in your throat. Echo was near the end of patience, thrusting his tongue against your own, claiming his victory. He was a starved man at a banquet and he would have his fill of you. Breaking apart he gave your pouting lower lip a nibble before sweetly taunting your efforts again. “Were you afraid that I'd say no to you? Is that why you were a scared little tooka teasing me from the corner.”

Shaking your head up and down vigorously, Echo continued to murmur against your skin, no inch left uninspected. But then he left your embrace and for a moment you thought this would all dissolve back into the inky black of your room. It left you feeling cold and hollow after the blaze of his lust, lost and adrift.

Echo chuckled at your melancholic cry as he stripped fully, “Shh shh now now ner Ka'ra, I'm not going anywhere.”

Blinking through the dark, you finally laid eyes on him. Echo's body was lean and muscled, light gleaming off metal components. He was poignantly beautiful. Cautiously, you reached forward to place a hand to his chest, tracing over his scars. The sight causing you such sadness, but also rage. How dare someone torment a being like this. You could feel the moisture of frustration pricking your eyes, you didn't want him to see you cry though. So you continued tracing over his muscles, wishing you could find a way to take those awful days from him.

“Not as pretty as I used to be,” Echo muttered his usual self deprecating crack only to be met by ire crossing your face. Your head shot up so quickly he'd almost got hit.

“Why would you say that of yourself?” Giving him a stern look you traced the outline of where a bracket had obviously once been, “You... you shouldn't say that about yourself Echo.”

“But it's true,” Giving a casual shrug the ARC grasped your hand, raising it to his lips, “and you deserve better than the likes of me.”

In a sparking moment of temper, you yanked Echo to the bed. Tossing a leg to straddle him in place and planting your heels to keep him on his back. You wouldn't stand for anyone to say such things about him and that included the man himself, “Now you listen here Echo.”

“Whoa, y/n...”

“YOU deserve to be loved and happy and have a girlfriend...” your hands started to flick a finger up with every count.

Echo was about to speak again when your hands landed on your hips with a hard look and he thought better of it. Throwing up his hands in surrender you continued your lecture, though he had to say you were very attractive with that flush in your cheeks.

“You're brave and handsome and sweet and ALWAYS polite!” Continuing to loudly ramble you almost fell off the bed from being so animated. Fortunately Echo managed to catch you around the waist, “Oof! Thanks... Ok, now where was I? Oh and another thing...”

“Alright I give up! Easy Y/n,” Echo had to suppress a laugh at how adorable you were being. This whole affectionate tirade for his benefit, all while your hips ground deliciously on his. There was no fighting the satisfied smile on his face. “and I suppose you think you can handle that position? Being my girlfriend that is.”

“Yes I do, so are you going to ask me out or what?” Blowing a bit of hair out of your face you waited on his answer. “Honestly what do I need to do put up a neon sigh? There I said it, I like you and would like to date you, obvious enough!”

“Alright, cyare you can be my girlfriend.”

“Good, I... Wait that worked?” You looked down at him as he nearly curled under you in laughter. “You are such a...”

“ah ah ah Y/n, no back talk pretty thing. I do owe you an apology though,” Unable to hold back further Echo silenced your lips by putting them to better use. Pressing his forefinger then tracing to cradle your head, pulling you down to meet him. Lapping into your mouth to drink fully of that fiery spirit.

Echo desperately wished he had both of his hands right now, the limits of his prosthesis needling at him again. But he was an Arc Trooper, no problem he couldn't solve including those pesky panties of yours. Securing one side on the scomp he gave the other a good yank, rending the fabric from your hips. He reveled in the sound of your cute panties tearing & your little squeak as he'd pulled them away. “Sorry Y/n, I'll buy you more. You won't be needing those for what I have in mind. Now, I was so rude to interrupt you earlier, where were you when I walked in?”

“Aaaahh... so rude,” Desperately seeking any kind of friction to alleviate the burning you felt, you rutted down. Using your slick petals to paint against his hard prick, feeling it jump and harden. The two of you fell further and further into the depths of carnality with every slow glide, his hips rising to meet yours. It would be so easy to let him take control here, so very easy. “I...I was..”

“Oh I think I remember. Now, no distracting me,” settling his right arm to rest on your lower back, Echo lay kiss after soft kiss along your jaw. And as much as he wanted to dive right in, he needed to be sure of your consent. Of all people, he needed to hear you say yes. “Y/n if you want me to stop, you just say the word. Would never hurt you sweet girl.”

“I know, I know you won't. Don't stop, please don't stop Echo.” Reaching between your bodies you held the weight of him in the palm of your hand. Echo was already hard, his cock more girthy than long. You began to work your fist around him, slowly sliding the velvet rod from root to tip as the flesh grew warmer and redder. You let a dribble of spit fall from your lips to his crown, mixing with his precome. Pumping and twisting you pleasured him and couldn't help to have a taste of his joy. Making a show of it for him you switched hands, licking from the base of your palm to the tip of your finger, kissing it before returning to your task. You breathed out the words of your fantasy from before, “Wanna make you feel good Echo, you deserve to feel good.”

“Kriffing sith hells!”

Echo growled as you thumbed the weeping moisture over his head, causing you to pause a moment. It was an odd sound, primal and fierce. Had you caused him pain or pressed him to far too fast. “Is this ok, are you ok?”

“Stars sweet girl. I'm amazing... but I'd feel even better if you'd have a seat properly where you belong.” he groaned, jutting his hips to meet yours with vigor. Echo knew he was on target with every shudder of your body that followed his name. He couldn't help to think this was heaven, here in your arms. He needed more, he needed all of you, “That's it cyare, move harder like that. Just a little more. Fuck, you're being so good to me ner ka'ra.”

“Echo,” his arm held you tight, guiding you where he wanted. Clever fingers that cradled your face gently yet with an edge of authority. The way he painted your lower lip with his thumb then tapped demanding entrance. You smiled brightly, giving the callused digit a lick before sucking it into the warmth of your mouth. Swirling and swallowing as those brown eyes of his blew wider with lust.

“Such a clever tongue, kark what you'd feel like sucking my cock.” Echo hummed darkly, opting to switch his thumb for two fingers instead. Pressing them down on the smooth muscle and deeper into your mouth. Oh his sweet y/n, but you didn't balk or whine. No, you rose to meet his advance, swallowing eagerly. The spittle that dribbled around your lips as they took all that he gave. “Fuck... such an eager one aren't you? Might have to keep you with me in the gunners nest on missions. Have these pretty lips wrapped around me while I blast us out of a tight spot.”

“Mmmm...” you clenched at the thought, mouthing along and lapping at his fingers just as much as you worked his cock. Just the thought of his face scrunched in concentration, that hard look he would get in the heat of things filling you with desperation. Both of you were lost to the maddening dance as the head of his prick slipped into place. Notched perfectly so as to prod against your slit.

“Firfiek! That's it... oh Y/n. That's it, let me in. Sit on my cock pretty girl.” Seeing the blissed look in your eyes Echo could tell he wasn't the only one lost to this. Taking his fingers out of your mouth he grasped at the back of your head, tangling in your hair and drawing you in. His tongue plundered, teeth ghosting at the edge of your jaw ready to swallow you whole. The gruff tone of his voice rattled in your bones “That was an order Y/n, have a seat.”

“Echo...yes sir,” you turned into the arm holding you, needing an anchor to grasp onto. You glanced down to see him grinning at you. It was savage and raw, not like your sweet trooper. But you were so drunk on the heady feeling of him you couldn't refuse his command. Slowly rocking back and forth, your body bloomed to welcome him. Inch by inch, the sweet stretch as he bullied his way deeper and deeper, “Oh Kark! You're so big.”

“You can do it cyar'ika. That's it just breathe. Breathe and rock, good girl like that.” Coaching you as he nuzzled your neck, Echo's breathing turned as ragged as your own. Murmuring sweet words as his hand stroked your head and back. Echo felt the pleasure coursing his body grow as you sank down further, till at last your plush cheeks nestled his sac. He let the feeling sweep all his cares and worries away, only the warm comfort of your bunk remained. No Empire, no Sid, just the welcoming embrace of your body.

Planting his prosthetic feet on the bed Echo thrust his hips, fucking up into you. At your cry he paused, thinking the worst until you rose up to slide down hard onto him in return. It was an addiction, the sound of your skin slapping against his, one he would never be rid of. The two of you working in tandem, finding a rhythm as that chord began to pluck faster in his belly. It made him ravenous, the sight of you bobbing like a top, “Like a good ride do you, well then lets see what you got.”

“Sure you can handle it Trooper?” you attempted one last smart quip before the boldness was driven from you.

He swatted down hard on your ass, rubbing over the redness as you yelped. Scolding you again Echo gripped into the meat of your ass, soothing and yet mocking you. “A smart mouth won't get you far with me cyar'ika. Now double time it for that sass.”

“Yes, Sir.” you rolled your hips grinding against the friction of his happy trail all the harder. Moving your feet to a better perch you rose up. Pistoning on his cock like it was the axis of your body, taking it deeper than you'd though possible. Again and again as his hand caressed over your curves. You were desperate to go faster, but his grip was unrelentingly on you. Every time you tried to go even a little off his pace Echo was there thrusting in time, right arm bracketing against you. Like a moon in orbit you couldn't escape his hold. “Let me go faster please, It'll feel so good. Want to make it good for you.”

“Y/n... look at me,” Echo cradled your cheek in his hand. He knew you could see the covetous lust that had bled through his eyes. The hunger, the want, the need he had all for you. You were his now and he would have you. Every. Single. Bit. His words rasped out between breaths, “This is better than anything. You are perfect cyare, just stay with me.”

Time seemed immaterial, it could have been minutes or hours that he denied you both. That blistering ache as your orgasm approached only to have him still beneath and hold you in place. The painful look on his face matching your own as he squeezed his own cock to hold off one more time. It was insanity of the finest variety, pleasure and pain. Your legs quaked with the effort, voice horse from begging him to let you both come. Echo would kiss you softly whispering against your ear, “Just a little longer Y/n, let me keep you a little longer. Love seeing my girl cock drunk while she rides me. Love hearing you cry for me.”

Echo knew he couldn't drag this on for much longer, eventually the squad would return. But a long forgotten part of him wanted this to never stop. The dark part of Echo that loved seeing you stretched and full of him as your breasts bounced at every thrust. The ravening piece of his heart that wanted to lay with you against his chest after you were spent and sated, enjoying the comfort of pillow talk. Then there was the deeper longing, the one that no trooper spoke of. The want of a family, of that kind of love, like every other being in the galaxy. And he wanted it to be you.

Echo vowed it, he would have his long earned peace. He would have you.

“Y/n?” Looking up he knew the time had come. Your head was tucked down, palms planted on his chest to help brace your weight. The way your fingers twitched, gripping with every thrust. His girl, his star. “Y/n look at me, look at me my sweet girl...”

“E-E-Echo,” your head was so heavy, tingling as your words came on a husky sigh. It felt like floating in space, only tethered to the bed by Echo's body and the indescribable feeling he brought you. There was a firm touch at you temple, making you blink back to reality once more. The gentle hand guiding you to look at the man. Warm brown eyes gazing back, a smile dancing in the irises. Happy, he was so happy and you had done that. You could cry from the sight.

“That's it Y/n, been so good for me. Breathe with me sweet girl, it's time. On my count.” Echo rolled, laying you down as you cried out. Your poor legs must be so sore even as they looped tight around his waist and he thanked the Manda for your strength. Thrusting faster, harder, needing to bring you both to the zenith that had been building too long. Echo dotted your face in kisses of love and thanks. He could feel the desperation in your hands on his back, in the taste of your kiss. “I know ner ka'ra, I know almost there.”

Nodding, you pressed your forehead to his as you held on for dear life. You weren't sure if this orgasm would destroy you when it came, you weren't sure if you'd survive if it didn't. Opening your eyes, you knew he would be there to catch you, that it would be alright. “I'm wi-th y-y-you.”

“3...2... Look at me Y/n. Eyes on me,” he counted between kisses as light as contrail vapor. Echo was on the razors edge, so close but unrelenting before his prize. He would see the moment pleasure took you before accepting his due. “Now cyarika, come now... COME NOW!”

“ECHO!” Not a snap or explosion, your orgasm was like a great tsunami. Your fingers dug in harshly, nails leaving angry red marks along his back. The surging waves ripping from your core flashed through you. Your back arched off the bunk as the heat flowed through your nerves, you screamed till you no longer had a voice. Head lolling as your body went lax, you could feel Echo still chasing his end. The lurid wet noises as your arousal doused the two of you and pooled on the bunk shouldn't sound so sweet.

“Ooooohhh Fuck! That's my girl y/n, can't believe you did that. Squirted just for me, all for me...”

“Echo,” You needed him with you, you needed him to come too. “Baby please...”

“Where do you want me cyare?” He was an ARC Trooper, controlled and deliberate no mater the situation. Even if he was balls deep and had just seen the eight wonder of the galaxy come beneath him he would maintain control. But even this was a test of his endurance, blood boiling over as beads of sweat rolled off his forehead. “Best be quick before I decide myself.”

“Don't waste it.” Locking your ankles over his metal calves you refused to release him. Your voice strained, “It's safe, do it. Please, do it do it....”

“Ah FUCK!” Echo's hips mercilessly slammed into you as the pressure in his groin overtook his body. He cried your name as the pleasure flashed through him, nearly punching a hole in the bulkhead from throwing out his arm to brace before crushing you. The tingling flow in his veins sang sweet victory as he spilled into your greedy cunt. Pumping rope after rope of creamy white spend, filling you up. He reveled in it as your body milked him of every drop. His hips continuing to rut far after his peak, staying wrapped in your spell. It was overwhelming, the deep heady relaxation of his body and mind.

Turning to lay on his side, Echo cradled you into his arms. It was so blissful to remain just like that, but then he felt you tremble with aftershocks. Grabbing at the blanket he wrapped it around you, “I'm here Y/n, I'm right here. How you feeling?”

“Hmm... floaty, tingly, kinda sore.”

“Are you hurt?” He tilted back your head, stroking lightly. Your eyes were heavy, flushed cheeks highlighting your fatigued expression. His gut tightened at the thought of having pushed too hard. He placed a soft kiss to your forehead, relieved by your little giggle. “Awe my sweet girl, was I too rough? How can I make you feel better? Tell me what you need.”

“Not hurt, feels so good.” Grabbing his hand to kiss the palm you sighed contentedly. Scooting a leg gingerly up and over his hip you cuddled closer. He was so warm, safe, like a harbor after a storm. A harbor you never wanted to leave. Tracing the side of his face you gave him a soft kiss, “Stay with me Echo, please?”

“I'll stay as long as you wish ner ka'ra,” The soft smile on your face was contagious, he could already feel the corners of his eyes crinkle in joy. Adjusting so that the pillow was between the metal of his arm and your head he lay there simply taking in this moment. Studying how your eyelashes fanned against your face, how your lip pouted in slumber. Echo could spend eternity stroking the silk of your crown and it would still not be long enough for his satisfaction. Sleep finally caught the trooper though, lulling him in its deep embrace. And as he drifted he whispered, “Can I stay forever?”

“Hmmm.... Stay.” you dreamily whispered into the crook of his neck, holding him tighter.

Kissing your head, Echo smiled, “Forever it is.”

“And what's that one?” Omega asked Hunter as they lay back under open skies looking at the constelations.

Her brother chuckled at her, “That's the Nal Hutta nebula, see how nasty and green it is.”

“Oh Yeah!” Omega observed in awe as Hunter outlined the cluster. “Probably from all the slug gas.”

“Technically the green discoloration is due to the infrared light of the surrounding stars bouncing off of polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbon particles.” Wrecker groaned, interrupting Tech. Looking over at his brother, he couldn't keep the annoyance out of his tone. “And I suppose you'd prefer for our sister to have inaccurate information on star charting.”

“Awe let 'em have some fun.” Wrecker stretched against the tree, enjoying the impromptu campout.

Tech rolled his eyes as he pushed the bridge of his goggles back up his nose, “Accuracy is fun and also beneficial.”

“You're jus' sore cause you lost the bet.” Wrecker whispered with a tooka's grin, nudging his brother's shoulder. “Told ya he'd finally ask her at the festival.”

“It was not at the festival.” Tech rolled his eyes at his brother's blatant lording of victory. Heaving a great sigh Tech settled against the tree that he and Wrecker occupied, mulling over his thoughts. “I am happy for them.”

“yeah me too.” Wrecker grinned, “Hey Tech, ya think that... ah never mind.”

“That we will ever find companionship?”

“Yeah,” Wrecker shrugged his shoulders, trying to be non nonchalant. Watching as the twinkling lights above them moved with the night he turned to his brother, “What'd ya wanna bet they act all cute an' lovie dovey in the morning?”

Heaving yet another sigh Tech shook his head, “Wasn't there a vendor on the far side of Ord Mantel that you've become acquainted with?”

“Amanda,” Wrecker pouted at the thought. He and Omega must visit that shop three times a week. The pretty Twi'lek with purple freckles who always smiled at him and laughed at his jokes. She had asked him to dinner, “What if she doesn't like me like that?”

“She does,” Tech's tone was confident, trying to reassure his brother.

Wrecker chuckled, unable to resist poking one last time, “What about Phee, she likes you.”

“Statistically unlikely to be a compatible match...”

Hunter turned away from Omega a moment, “I don't know Tech, your calculations have been off lately.”

Definitions (mostly mando'a)

Haar'chak- damn it

Firfiek- Fuck

Di'kut- idiot

Cyare- beloved

cyar'ika-sweetheart

Hazards's Personality:

Hazard is a first generation clone.

He's been through a lot of shit, he's been in a lot of battles and he earned his title of Commander.

You don't become commander by being a pushover.

Hazard has a “No bullshit” Personality.

He's hard on his men but only because he wants them to be the very best.

Like an older brother with his younger siblings… which is true…

When Hazard was a shiny with no name, he was very light hearted, humorous.

The first battle of Geonosis broke him like it broke many other clones.

He had to see all his batch mates get slaughtered in front of his eyes.

After that he stopped fucking around. He always got the job done, lethally.

That's how Hazard earned his name.

Because when you see the flash of green and gold, you know you're already shit outta luck. You were dead the moment you did the bad thing.

So he was a hazard, he got the name from one of his brothers, who's long since been dead.

Then he met his general Iarni, who softened him up like butter.

Or he met you.

He was still a hard ass, quiet, stern, but he learned to crack jokes again. And then he really got wild when he let Iarni pierce his ears and eyebrow.

But because of his lethality, his battalion had the highest survival rate of all of them, because he trained his men to be just as lethal as he was.

Skin / body details.

When Hazard came out of the cloning tube's, and the Kaminoans saw him with vitiligo, and heterochromia, they almost killed him if Shaak Ti hadn't convinced them that they needed as many clones as possible.

So he survived out of the tube.

It didn't stop the kaminoans from bullying the shit out of him, or any other clone.

His vitiligo was unique. He had two large pale splotches on his face, one on his upper left cheek, ear and side of the head, which made his hair slightly blonde / white.

the other on his lower right jaw and neck.

However even though the kaminoans couldn't cut off his vitiligo, they did cut out his once blue eye on the right side, and replaced it with a cybernetic eye, which wasn't much better, but at least they could forget about one of his defects.

On his torso and chest it's an entirely different story.

From his shoulder to his lower waist and v line, in almost a stripe, he had a pattern of tiny circles and star shaped vitiligo splotches, which made it look like a galaxy of stars, which earned him his nickname from his general.

He also had a similar design on his back, though more scattered than the front.

Prominent scars:

Hazard doesn't have a lot of tiny scars, he tries his best to avoid blaster bolts or knife wounds the best he can. He has a cut here and there, scorch scars on his arms and a blaster bolt scar on his shoulder.

But his most prominent scar he got from one of his first missions after Geonosis.

The separatists had planted a bomb inside a senator's home on a planet he was stationed on, and he discovered it 15 minutes before he went off. He managed to evacuate everyone from the home as it exploded.

However it set off a second bomb outside, and shrapnel pierced his right side just under his ribs. The scar was huge, and he has a solid chunk of skin missing from his side, but he can still function.

He was out of the fight for a solid month though, but luckily enough for him, that's where he met Iarni, who took him under her wing and made him her commander.

Another scar he has is from the kaminoans when they cut out his eye. They gave him a vertical scar to make it look like he lost his eye on purpose, and nobody thought twice about it.

How is he as a lover?:

Hazard is inexperienced when it comes to love. Sure he flirted with the servers at 79’s, man or woman it didn't matter to him, but when it came to someone he actually enjoyed spending time with?

He had no clue what to do.

He had to ask Iarni for advice, because she was so chill. And she gave him some tips.

But he still had no idea what to do

His first kiss, cuddle, love in general wasn't you, sorry.

It was a beautiful pantoran woman who served as a medic in the 177th, and who ended up dying in his arms, rip.

So he kind of swore off love after that.

Until he met the reader probably.

But he's a little clumsy

Despite that he's very soft with his lover, unless they don't want him to be.

➺

Blasterfire, screams, shouts of pain or shouts of orders filled the surrounding area, Commander Hazard stood at the forefront of the fray, his duel carbine blasters secured tightly in his grip as he crouched behind a large rock and surveyed the battlefield. The air was thick with smoke and the acrid tang of blood and fire, casting an eerie, hazy light over the chaos.

“Commander, it's Palo, we’re getting pinned down near the eastern flank!” shouted one of the clones’ voice crackled through Hazard’s helmet, his voice was strained but resolute through the comm-link. Hazard’s helm tilted slightly as he processed the information, his mind racing with Ideas. He pursed his lip, and grumbled out a command

“Trooper, we can’t afford to lose that position,” Hazard replied, his voice calm yet imbued with an edge of urgency. “Redirect the 3rd squad to reinforce the eastern perimeter. Have them deploy smoke grenades and droid poppers to create cover.”

“Yes, sir!” Palo responded, and Hazard could only hope that Palo managed to secure the eastern flank… Where was Irarni when he needed her?

Lieutenant Ruzze, Hazard’s second-in-command, approached, his face set in a grim expression. “Commander, we’re facing heavier resistance than anticipated. The enemy’s advancing with armored support, and our anti-tank units are running low on ammo.” Ruzze explained to Hazard as he knelt down where Hazard was, laying down some helpful cover fire.

Hazard sighed but nodded, his eyes scanning the horizon where the enemy’s armored vehicles loomed ominously. “What if we divert the reserve platoon to engage those tanks? We need to buy time to reload our own tanks, or get reinforcements.” he suggested. Ruzze hummed, pursing his lips slightly before sliding his bucket back onto his head, his gaze through the visor met Hazard’s with a mixture of respect and concern relayed through body language. “And if we can’t hold them off?”

“Then we fight till the last man is left standing.” Hazard replied, his tone resolute. “But we’re not going to let them break through without a fight. Because the General is coming back and she's gonna bring her fury on these seppies. She won’t let us down.” Hazard stated, hearing Ruzze hum in disbelief. Yet he nodded and rushed back to his other position to enact the new orders

Hazard turned his attention to his combat medic, Lizz, who was helping wounded soldiers to safety. “Lizz, I need you to organize a triage station behind the main lines. Make sure the medics get to the most critical cases first. We can’t afford to lose any more of our own.”

Lizz gave a firm nod in response. “Understood, Commander. Already on it.” the clone medic answered.

With a final, encouraging glance at his battalion, Hazard took a deep breath and braced himself, though just as he was about to step out from his cover rock, a drop ship and several bombers flew overhead, dropping bombs on the approaching separatist tanks, pushing back their efforts and giving Hazard’s men some room to breath.

He stepped out as the dropship landed, and approached as he pulled his helmet off, holding it against his hip as the doors of the ship opened, revealing his yellowed, tall and regal general. She grinned at him, approaching him with someone else by her side. “Commander Hazard, sorry we’re late, the council decided I needed a padawan, so meet Padawan Y/n” Iarni greeted, gesturing to the young adult next to her. Y/n waved, albeit a little shy it seemed, and Hazard nodded his head as a greeting, now walking by his generals side.

“I’m not getting demoted, am i?” He asked teasingly, hearing his Twi’leki general snort. “Of course not, Commander, I can't afford to lose my most trusted Commander.” She replied teasingly. Howzer just rolled his eyes and led her back to the main camp.

“We had to redirect forces to the southern flank, and I sent the reserve platoon to fight off the advancing Tanks.” Hazard explained, stopping once he reached the center of the small camp, Iarni hummed, rubbing her chin for a moment as she thought of a plan. “Alright, you and the padawan will go reinforce the southern flank, our reinforcements will hold the line here, and I will go help take down those tanks.” Iarni stated. Hazard nodded his head.

“Aye aye General, see you when the battle is over.” Hazard grinned, Iarni placed her hand on Hazard’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Be safe, Do aay. And teach my new padawan a thing or two.” Iarni instructed before she walked to the drop ship and took off to reinforce the reserve platoon.

Hazard slid his helmet back onto his head, then turned to the padawan Iarni left behind. “Have you ever been in a battle, kid?” Hazard asked, seeing Y/n glare lightly. “I’m not a kid, and no. But I've been trained for it.” She stated, and hazard hummed.

“Nothing teaches better than the battlefield.” He mused, and gestured for the padawan to follow him and a small squad to the southern flank, where he yet again re-entered the battle. Even though Y/n had little battle experience Hazard wouldn’t lie when he thought they could definitely hold themselves in a battle.

“hey look brothers! It's the Hazard response team!” One of the clone troopers shouted, and a chorus of cheers followed suit. Y/n looked up to Hazard with an eyebrow raised. “Hazard response team?” they asked, and Hazard huffed. “I didn’t name it that, the boys did after my small company keeps saving their asses,” he replied. Y/n just hummed, then jumped forward to continue fighting.

And soon the battle was over, with smoke fading from the sky as fires were put out, and tanks were destroyed. patrols were sent out to defend the perimeter and canyons, though hazard, his company, and Y/n regrouped with General Iarni back at the camp.

Iarni smiled as she turned to look at her commander, and padawan, and bowed in greeting. “Glad to see you both unharmed. Let’s make our way to the city, your men have their new orders.” Iarni stated, and Hazard nodded his head. “Yes General, should I get the drop ship ready?” He asked, and Iarni nodded.

Y/n and Iarni watched as Hazard turned and walked towards the nearby drop ship.

“Well he’s definitely one hell of a fighter.” Y/n mused, and looked up at their master, who just smiled. “he’s more than a fighter, padawan. He's a lover, a caregiver, a brother, and a paternal figure to all the men in our battalion.” Iarni stated, sliding her hands behind her back as she began walking forward with her padawan, who hummed. “A lover huh?” they muttered under their breath, though Iarni just smirked, reaching the drop ship and taking Hazard’s extended hand, since he was offering to help her on board she couldn’t refuse.

Hazard then extended his hand to Y/n, who smiled bashfully as they grabbed his warm firm hand, feeling him pull them up onto the dropship before steadying them beside him as they tumbled slightly.

Iarni raised an eyebrow at Hazard, who just shrugged, making the general snicker, but said nothing else as the drop ship took off towards the planet’s city.

Y/n stared up at their Commander, pursing their lips as they studied him… and…