#mitthcest

There lies my sanity, there goes my mind

Pure, unapologetic Ba'kif/Thrass/Thrawn smut! Mind the (age) gap and the dubcon for pheromone-driven fucking 😏

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Ba’kif was just finishing up his reports for the day and looking forward to heading home for some supper— and maybe a nice glass of Coperan brandy— when his questis lit up with a call from his outer office.

Ba’kif sighed, then answered.

“Yes?”

“Sir, Lieutenant Commander Thrawn is here to see you,” came his assistant’s voice, equal parts cautious and… concerned. “With… Aristocra Mitth’ras’safis. He says it’s urgent.”

Ba’kif frowned. “Very well, send them in. And don’t worry about sticking around to lock up, I’ll handle it,” he added. So much for not working late for once. At least someone else could go home on time.

There was a nearly imperceptible hesitation. “Yes, sir.”

The connection cut off and Ba’kif began clearing away his work, his frown deepening. His confusion and concern deepened along with it when Thrawn walked into his office with Thrass a few moments later. The young officer looked about as close to distraught as Ba’kif could ever imagine him being, worry etched vividly on his face; and Thrass—

Thrawn warned himself that Thrass could never be his friend, never realizing he’d been warning himself away from something deeper—something they both wanted. Rated T

“Stay,” Thrass said.

The bustle of shifting customers and staff, the clink of glasses, the happy thrum of café chatter faded away, swallowed up by Thrass’s silence. His mother had told Thrawn and his sister stories of princes and princesses who lived in great castles of ice who could cast spells over the land, cursing the people with sleep, blessing them with beautiful dreams. Those stories came alive behind Thrass’s eyes as he commanded him with nothing but three words, only one of them spoken:

 Stay with me.