#poly batch

You had already read the files on each of them but there was always more to a person then heartless paperwork. Cody brought them and was excited to show you them. They were standing in line at attention when you walked up. You eyed each of them up and down letting your eyes trail over their muscle and various distinct features. You grabbed the cyborg known as Echo by the chin and titled his head back and forth so you could admire the implants letting him go and moved on to the next one, it was the first time you had ever seen a clone with corrective googles, Tech, you tried to stick you’re finger between the band and his head but it didn’t budge. Useful. Looking up at a big musclier clone, Wrecker, made you feel slightly uncomfortable you didn’t even know they could be made like that and wondered if everything about him was big. You poked the hardness of his arm, you let out a small hmph. The next one was doing his best to hide a very obvious grimace, Crosshair, you stared into his eyes and saw nothing but darkness staring back. This one was going to be annoying and a buzzkill. The next one was leader of the group, Hunter, being aware of his enhanced senses you very gently tilted his face to the side so you could get a good look at the skull tattoo on his face. Stepping away from them you put your hands behind your back. The thought of being stuck with five hot me for who knows how long made your heart in lower places skip a beat. Definitely going to have to get this out of my system first.

“What was that about?” Wrecker said looking at where you poked him.

“You boys are heading out with General Reaper to recover a lost Jedi artifact that would be very dangerous in sSeparatist hands,” Cody said with a small grin, “Maybe we’ll all go out for drinks when you get back. Good luck and try to have fun with them” he said to you before turning and leaving you with what was suppose to be the best squad for the job.

You stripped off the traditional black robes, much to their surprise and to expose the sleek armor underneath. You put your lightsabers in a side pocket and reached for your blaster holsters from the pack you left by Cody’s feet during the inspection. Two small blasters on your sides and a longer on your hip. You rolled up the robe up and shoved it in the pack, swinging it into place on your back letting it latch.

“Sergeant Hunter, prepare the ship for a run into the depths of the outter rim. Make sure we got enough of everything to be stranded for a couple weeks. Now if anyone needs me, I’m off to 79’s come get me when you’re done,” you said looking at the ship a few clicks away, “Also paint over that, where we’re going you don’t identifiable markings like that,” you said with a small whistle at the senator artwork they had done.

The big boy sighed but nodded. You sprinted off in the direction Cody headed and managed to catch up with him. You wrapped your arm around his neck and rubbed your knuckles into his hair distressing it, his boys were of course watching and they were very aware of how much you liked to embarrass them.

You pointed at the nearest clone who was staring, “Keep staring and you’ll be next Boil.” All of the other clones put their heads down and didn’t want to be the next victim of your sisterly taunting.

“General,” Cody said maneuvering out of your hold, “What was that for,” he said fixing his hair and putting his helmet on so you couldn’t do it again.

“The squad you gave me looks like a bunch of sticks in the mud, you know how boring this assignment is going to be?” You said crossing your arms, “What am I suppose to do with a group of guys who look like they can’t have a good time?”

“Commanders Wolffe’s team has been pulled for assignment after their shore day today.”

“The pack is at 79’s?!”

“Oh no.”

“Come on let’s go,” you said yanking his arm practically out of his socket.

“Have to check in with General Kenobi first.”

“Master?!” Your face lit up.

You hummed temple rhymes as we entered the command room to find Obi looking over a data pad. When he heard your hum he turned around and his face light up. It had been a while since you trained under him but he was definitely fond of your unorthodox methods.

“It’s been awhile. Nice to see you’re still forgoing traditional entire.”

“More comfortable,” you chipped with a shrug, “not every tradition needs to be followed to the letter.”

“Just try not to get into much trouble this time.”

“She’s walking trouble,” Cody mumbled.

“Commander, have fun we can have this meeting when she ships out.”

“Wooot, let’s go cause trouble,” which got a major eye roll from Obi.

Cody ushered me towards the unsuspecting speeders tucked away in a corner, you always wondered how the clones snuck out time to time. You let out an audible laugh flinging your leg over it and starting it. There is no way the higher ups didn’t know these were here because they had the signature squadron colors on them it would definitely be hard to miss the bright orange, blue and green color amongst the white ships. You were surprised however they would turned a blind eye to it. You and Cody raced towards 79’s. Switching off the bike letting it drift to a stop and jumped off just as it stilled. Cody rolled his eyes, he knew it was his treat. We walked in to find the boys huddled in the back eating with fresh drinks.

“Loose Lips,” Wolffe grinned.

“She embarrassed me in front of all the boys already,” Cody said putting his hands up before sliding into their booth.

“I’ll grab us some drinks,” you said already walking off to the counter.

“What’s a girl like you doing in a boring place like this,” a shiny said his finger doing a circle in the air motioning to be on the only non clone on the premises.

“General, what can I get ya?” The bar tending clone said walking over.

“Just two drinks, managed to drag Mr. boring bones in during his shift,” I smiled watching the color drain from the shiny’s face, “because just like you, I’m a soldier who needs a night out,” you said grabbing the two drinks and winking at him.

“Darren giving you a rough time?” Wolffe said raising an eyebrow, at who was obviously one of his shinys.

“Nah, it was kind of cute. Definitely better than the last one,” chugging half the glass down in one go, “might be cuter after a couple of these,” you said spinning the liquid in the glass staring at the embarrassed trooper when you noticed the two grey stripes down his sleeve. Hmph, wonder what he did to earn that most clones didn’t have marks on their regular clothing.

“This time don’t leave your strays forgetting where they left their civvies. There are only so many half truths I can come up with,” Wolffe said rolling his eyes.

Somehow you were always getting in trouble with one of his men, they we’re different from the rest. While all clones basically looked alike, they definitely didn’t think alike and he usually always got the toughest and smartest ones.

You bashed your lashes at him in a joking manner, “I would do no such thing,” but everyone knew they was a lie.

After a few more drinks everyone was having fun, arm wrestling each other and seeing how long it took to wake up after a stun shot. Ironically you beat them all by being able to wake up with in a perfect four minutes even though they spent stunning each other for fun, but not surprisingly Wolffe was four minutes and eleven seconds and Cody in third place like always.

“One of these days I’ll best you for time.”

“Only in your dreams.”

“I’ll get us another round,” you said letting them jokingly bicker at each other.

Darren was still sitting at the counter drinking alone, you walked over to him out of curiosity, “why aren’t you with your brothers?”

“Ever been stuck in the barracks with your brothers for weeks on end? Sometimes quiet is the new sanity,” then it clicks with him you’re not a clone, “or stuck with anyone for that long,” he quickly added.

“I have and you’re right, I don’t know how I don’t smother them time to time. What are the stripes about?”

“I’m daring,” he said with annoyed coated laugh, “During training I never followed the regulation path so it’s just a reminder to think outside the lines.”

You looked over at the pack exchanging credits on what probably bets about how the night would end. Wolffe gave you a tiny thumbs up when none of them were looking. A little hmph escaped your mouth, wasn’t often they approved of your mischievous behavior. Slipped the bar tender a few extra credits, he laughed and nodded off towards the back room handing you two more drinks.

“Coming,” you purred to Darren as you got up.

“Just try to be quiet,” the bar tender whispered.

The gambling lounge tucked around the back was empty, the gambling tables mostly empty but for abandoned wagers left out. The shiny gulped down his drink, so you gulped down yours. You didn’t know why you found clones so attractive, maybe it the was the caramel eyes or perfect smiles.

He was breathing deeply trying to figure you out, his heart fluttering when he watched you down the drink. His heart raced faster when you stepped closer to him, you were staring up at him with a mischievous smile. Might have been his first time around a woman but you definitely peaked his interest.

You fiddled with his civvies, pulling off his gloves one at a time with your teeth and then removed his cap in one swoop exposing deep brown hair with some dyed grey streaks running threw it. Yep, you thought, definitely one of pack. Running your hand up his chest you could feel the race in his heart as the muscles underneath refused to hide anything. He helped by unfastening his shirt so his bare chest was exposed, letting you run your fingers up and down his chest. While clones weren’t born with the urge to reproduce, they definitely dance with a little a little bit of help. You slowly took off each of your blasters and holsters and set them down and kicking them away. You placed his hands on the straps of your legging, allowing him to set the pace if he wanted to take them off. You looked down definitely noting that it got his attention, that your certain favourite part was starting to bulge out. Before you gave him time to decide, you chose you didn’t need pants right now. You bought one of your legs up to his side, letting the other hold you up so you could slowly grind into that bulge. He run his fingers around your leg, feeling the hidden muscle underneath.

“Should we really be doing this General?” He said red glowing over his cheeks.

“Consider it an order if you want too,” you whispered in his ear feeling him fill out more under you.

You pulled him over to the sofa taking off his pants, leaving his bare legs and other things exposed. Slowly you took off the panties you were wearing and pushed him down onto the couch. Gently you played with his choobies watching his dick pulse with the sensation. A small moan escaped him, dragging your finger up you grabbed firmly around his member. You pumped it up and down with a tiny twist watch the euphoria spread across his face. His breathing hitched, he was getting close. How cute. You angled yourself above him and slammed yourself down on him as hard as you could. A loud ahhh escaped him with the new sensation, something warm and wet hugging him in all of the right places. You brought your mouth to his to muffle the moans escaping both of you as you bounced up and down him, he was definitely hard enough to make your walls twitch around his added girth. One of hands traced the back of your neck tickling your spine, you bit down on his lip gently but forcibly.

“General-“ he panted between kisses, “what’s that feeling-“

“Just enjoy it Trooper,” you purred kissing down his neck maybe biting a little to hard at the base of his neck. A little mark to give his brothers something to talk about.

His hands reached for your hips almost pleading to be pushed over what was probably a very short ledge. You could see the blissful tension in his face and feel his dick squirming in you. You teased him a little bit by slowing down, his nails dug into you causing you’re own warm fluid to kiss the tip of his dick. You started shaking, it’s been a while since you last came. He picked you up and laid you down on the gambling table, it was just the perfect height for him to be standing in front you where you could see his chest and face. You let out a small giggle, as he brought one your legs to his shoulders. You could feel him pressing deeper in you, he kissed your ankle and cupped your hips with both of his hands squeezing. You started to feeling more warmth gathering and your vagina squeezing around him.

“Harder” you panted squirming under him.

“Like this” he asked like he was asking for your approval as he pulled himself out and then slammed into your cervix.

“Mhm,” you moaned as he slammed into your cervix again a little hard this time.

We’re both were to busy feeling each other when Tech walked in to the trooper to cumming in you “General” he said panting while digging into my hips, his eyes looking at you in wonder.

As much as you kept wanting to stare at his beauty, your head leaned back to see a shocked expression and horrified on Tech face, “Took you boys long enough,” I squeaked in between the convulsions of the orgasms, “I’ll be out in a bit.”

“Excuse me,” Tech staring down promptly at his data pad and backing out.

You heard a muffled “I warned you,” from the other side of the door.

You looked back up to see the mortified look on the troopers face who was just starting to go soft inside you, you leaned up very carefully to touch his face, “Hey don’t sweat it,” you said gently pulling him out and nibbled on his ear lobe, “when I get back I’ll make it up to you.”

You grabbed one of the old towels and put it inbetween my legs for the cum to dripped onto.

“Why are you waiting for them?” He asked his warm composure coming back.

“A trip to the outter rim to retrieve an ancient Jedi artifact.”

“I’m going get dressed, before someone else walks in. CT-9732 when you get back,” he said leaning down and kissing you again, slightly getting better each time.

Your eyes trailed the forms of his body, the muscle and curvature of the definition. It almost made you want him to take again before leaving. You sighed and finished sitting forward for the rest of the cum to noisily drip out. You stood up holding the towel under you making sure it was done, and it was. You rolled up the towel and hide it under the table. The trooper gave you one more look with a huge blush a crossed his face, before leaving. You couldn’t remember the last time someone blushed over you like that. You fastened your armor back on so you could face the awaiting embarrassment outside of the room. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, it wasn’t the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened; at least it wasn’t Obi. You plastered a dumb smile on your face and found your way back to where Cody and Wolffe were waiting.

“I told you he wouldn’t mark her, hand over the credits.”

“He’s definitely… different,” you said accidentally letting a small blush appear across your face and you’re voice was almost dreamy.

Wolffe handed the credits back to Cody, “told ya.”

“Regs,” Crosshair scowled walking over looking at who your choice was with the rest of the batch. His eyes beamed down at you, trying to pierce you with his anger and… something carnal.

“We’ll go out for drinks and maybe some drunk racing when I get back, you boys take care and tell Obi I said good luck on Mistori.”

“How did you-“ Cody said, “Right.”

I laughed, “Alright come on boys let’s get out of here.”

Tech didn’t even look at me, his face was glued to his datapad very obviously trying hide embarrassment? It was almost kind of cute. Thinking about it, you wondered if Hunter could smell the hormones and sex on you. It kind of made you a little turned on thinking about it. Tech was unfortunately the tour guide of the Marauder, never once looking at you, but showed you where the bunks were and the room they cleared out for you not knowing exactly what a female or Jedi needs.

“I think we need to talk about the Bantha in the room,” you said stepping infront of him.

“It’s a natural biological need, although I was unaware that the Regs could feel such a need because it wasn’t something we were designed to do. It was definitely data I did not need nor a position I needed to see my commanding officer in.”

“I’m going to trapped here with a bunch of guys for week, you do have to admit it was the best option at the time.”

“That… Yes actually was for the best,” he said looking up but not quiet looking at me either, “I would however use the refresher and get cleaned up. If I can still smell it on you, Hunter most definitely can.”

That was hot. “Yeah, point me in the direct.”

He lead me to a small room with, “be quick”, he said practically shoving my inside and shutting the door.

She’s shocked awake by the cold, sputtering as cold water washes over her. 

“Sorry.” Tech murmurs. “We have to get it off of you.” 

His voice sounds far away despite the fact he was leaning right next to her. The cold feels good, but it does little to cool the heat beneath her skin.  She’s still in her clothes, all of her getting soaked by the freezing water. She shifts a little, gasping when her thighs rub together. She’s damp. Not from the water, but there’s an intense ache between her thighs.

She reaches for his hand as he reaches across her to shut the water off. She pulls it to her face, nuzzling into the gloved hand. It’s not enough, though. She needs more. She needs to feel skin. Someone’s skin. 

“Hey.” Tech stops her from pulling off the glove. “No, hang on. We’re gonna figure this out.” He wraps a towel around her shoulders. “Just hang on.” 

She whimpers as he leaves her, the door sliding closed behind him. 

***

“So what are we dealing with, Tech?” Hunter asks, his head resting in his hand. They had sealed off the cockpit, making sure none of the pollen had followed them in. 

“It’s very fascinating.” Tech says, looking through the slides. “I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s very potent. Just this small dose could affect any one of us.” 

“So how do we fix it?” Echo asks. 

“It mainly affects the brain.” Tech says, still looking at the slides. “But it seems endorphins and oxytocin bind to it and neutralize it.” 

“What?” Wrecker asks, the other four members of the Batch looking at Tech for further explanation. 

“They’re brain chemicals. Most commonly released during sex. Judging by her body’s reaction to the pollen, that’s the whole idea. She needs that release of chemicals in order to neutralize the effects of the pollen. It’s quite genius actually,” Tech adjusts his glasses. “Quite effective in distracting an enemy platoon if they’re all out of their minds.” 

“So, she rubs a few out and she’ll be alright?” Hunter asks, sinking into the pilot’s seat.

“No.” Tech deadpans. 

“What do you mean, no?” Hunter asks sternly. He had been the first to notice something wasn’t right, the shift in Night’s scent, the way her heart sounded like it was going to beat right out of her chest.  

“Well,” Tech starts. “It’s not that simple. This is very potent and she got a big dose directly on her body. If she can’t produce enough chemicals by herself, the prolonged state of arousal could kill her. If her temperature continues to climb, if her heart rate stays elevated too long, the dehydration, sheer exhaustion, all of it could be deadly.” 

“So one of us has to fuck it out of her system?” Crosshair asks, chewing his toothpick so hard it might snap. 

“That would be ideal.” Tech says. But we’d have to do it. The last bit goes unspoken.

None of them can look at each other. It had been an unspoken rule when Cody had forced codename Midnight to join them that things were to remain strictly platonic among them. It had been easy at first, as a string of missions had left them with little downtime. But when their missions became less frequent, and their travel time between them increased, it became hard for them to ignore the feelings stirring in each of them for the civilian. Even Crosshair couldn’t deny the softening of his exterior towards her, even if he did still give her reason to call him a dick constantly. 

“I’ll do it.” Crosshair says, the other four occupants turning quickly to look at him. 

“Cross...” Hunter starts, wanting to argue, but Crosshair doesn’t let him. 

“I’m the only one who can.” He says, standing. He’s already pulling off his armor piece by piece. “We need Tech to keep a clear head in case something goes wrong. A small dose might kill Hunter with his senses.” His eyes drop to Echo. “We’re not putting Echo through something like that. And Wrecker might kill her if he loses control.” He lets his codpiece drop to the floor with a clang. “It’ll be easier for her to hate me when it’s all over.” 

“He’s right.” Tech says, finally. “He’s the safest option for all of us.” 

Hunter sighs, wanting to argue, but he knows Crosshair is right. “Don’t...hurt her.” He says to the sniper, not really sure what else to say. Good luck felt too wrong in this situation. 

“I don’t think she’s the one you should worry about.” 

****

“Give it a couple times.” Tech says as they stand outside the door. “If it’s working, she’ll show some signs of lucidity. If she’s not...I’ll try to come up with something else in the meantime.” 

Crosshair nods. Just fuck her till she’s back to normal. Shouldn’t be that hard. 

He gets an eyeful of her as soon as he walks through the door. She’s on her back on the floor, legs spread facing the door. Her clothes have been abandoned in a wet pile in the corner. He can’t help but zero in on where three of her fingers are stuffed into her cunt, a small puddle on the floor under her ass. 

“Cross.” His name leaves her lips in a mix between a whine and a moan. It shoots straight between his legs. He runs a hand over the bulge in his blacks as he slowly approaches her. 

“You’re making a mess, little girl.” He drops to his knees between her spread legs, watching her fingers slide in and out of her dripping cunt. 

The nickname had started as an insult. He had meant it in the most derogatory way he could, not trusting Cody that this girl could handle herself on the kinds of missions they were sent on. He could hardly call her that in any way but ironically. She was older than him, older than all of them. He wouldn’t say it had taken on an affectionate meaning now. But she did get less angry with him when he said it. 

“Please,” She begs, lifting her hips to fuck herself into her fingers. “I-I can’t...” 

He grips her under the knees, her skin slick with sweat. He parts her legs as far as they’ll go. She’s flexible. He’d watched her time and time again maneuver her way through a battlefield like it was a dance. She was a competent fighter, something she had proved time and time again. She fit in with them so well, something even he had to admit. 

But this. This would complicate things. 

He had to do it. If he didn’t it would kill her. If he didn't, one of the others would have to. It would put them, or her, in danger. He sighs out a curse, pulling her fingers from her cunt with an obscene pop. He shoves them into her mouth, one hand holding her wrist there, the other sliding between her legs. 

Her pussy is red and glistening. She’s moaning, the sound muffled by her fingers. His own slide over her slit, the copious amounts of slick allowing them to slide right into her. She moans, eyes rolling as his long fingers reach deeper into her than hers ever could. She’s so desperate, a couple passes of his thumb over her clit has her shaking and cumming around his fingers. 

Her juices slide out around his fingers, wetting his hand. It’s obscene, all of it. He loves it. 

He releases her to work his cock out of his blacks. There’s drool sliding out of the sides of her mouth, a string of saliva attached to her fingers as she pulls them from her mouth. He groans at the sight, passing his slick hand over his length. 

“Please, Cross, I need you.” She whines, lifting her hips off the floor. “Hurts so much. Need your cock in my pussy. Need you to fuck me.” 

“Yeah, little girl? You need me to fill you up?” He flips her over on her stomach, delivering a slap to her ass. He likes the way it jiggles, the way it fills his hands. How he’d love to tie her up, take her apart piece by piece until she’s begging him for relief. Not because she’ll die if she doesn’t cum. 

“Please.” She whines, grinding her hips into the floor. 

He curses softly, using a hand to guide himself into her. There’s almost no resistance as he slides right into her dripping cunt. He holds himself up, taking a moment to drag his eyes along the delicate curve of her spine. 

She whines, lifting herself onto her elbows, grinding back against him. He watches her for a  moment, enjoying the needy side of her. The things he would do to her if she were in her right mind. But she wasn’t. She was fucked up, and he needed to fuck her to fix it. 

“Please.” She whines, already clamping around him as her movements grind her clit against the floor. 

He presses a hand between her shoulder blades, forcing her flat on the floor with a quiet thud. He pins her down before pulling his hips back, almost slipping out of her, before surging forward. She moans loudly, the sound vibrating through his hand on her back. He keeps her pinned still, building up speed as he thrusts in and out. 

The force of his thrusts have her clit dragging against the floor again, her legs already starting to shake. She was so close, the feeling of him inside her already easing some of the ache that had been burning for what felt like hours. She’s drooling on the floor where her cheek is pressed into it but she can’t bring herself to care. 

He doesn't stop when she cums, working through the fluttering and squeezing of her pussy around him. He’s quickly forcing her into another. The more she came, the quicker this would be over. He tells himself that, even as he pauses to cum inside her. She had an implant, they all did. They were clones, but they were still men. They still had their needs. 

He’s not sure how many times she’s cum since they started. He’d lost count, even of his own. They’re both a mess, both slick with sweat and covered in fluid. But he knows, he can tell it’s over. Her body doesn’t feel as warm, despite the fact they’d been going at it for a while. Her moans aren’t desperate anymore. They were softer and more restrained when he’d cum in her the last time. Her body was still, no longer moving with him, seeking any friction she could get. 

And the way she said his name...

“Cross.” She breathes, reaching out for the hand that’s planted next to her head. “Cross, wait, please.” She wraps a hand around his arm, holding on as tight as she can. He could easily pull away, but something in her voice is keeping him still. 

His knees are aching. They’d been in this position for a long time. He’d have bruises probably, but so would she. He knows she has to hurt. She’s going to hurt. He’s still inside  her, going soft as she relaxes. She slowly starts to move, working herself over onto her back. It’s a bit like watching a fish attempt to flop back into water, her movements jerky and weak. 

He slides out of her with a gush of fluid as she turns, making her groan and wince. There’s a wet patch of drool on the side of her face still, as well as an imprint of the lines from the floor. He doesn’t want to look at her as she lays under him, but she holds his face in her hands, forcing him to. She’s still breathing deeply to recover from the exertion, and likely being squished into the floor for so long. 

“Cross.” 

She says his name so gently, with so much emotion it almost makes him shiver. Kriff, what he wouldn’t give to hear it all the time. He wasn’t like Hunter, or Tech, or even Wrecker. He hadn’t given into her. Not before. He was a cold-hearted asshole to her. Sure, he’d saved her ass a few times on the battlefield, and she’d even saved his. But that didn’t mean he wanted to climb into her cot with her and fuck the adrenaline away after a fight. He did care about her, but he had never given thought to acting on the attraction. 

But he couldn’t deny the stirring he felt every time he walked past her makeshift room and heard the quiet giggles, the creaking cot, the occasional moan when they thought no one was near. The quiet sighs and occasional wet smack of skin and lips from Wrecker’s bunk when she stayed with him. 

“One more time.” She says quietly, wrapping her arms around him. “One more. Please.” 

It would be so easy to slip back into her, fuck her for real. Finally let himself go, let himself have what he’s been denying himself of. 

But he can’t. He had done what he needed to do. He pulls away, her muscles too weak to try and fight him, bring him back. He tucks himself back into his blacks wordlessly. Pushing himself to stand. He focuses on the pain in his knees, the stiffness of his body. He could at least clean her up, make sure she’s decent before Tech comes in to probe. 

Instead he leaves, ignoring the calls of his name behind him. 

*****

She hates him. 

She tries to fight the burning tears behind her eyes. She focuses on the cramping as Tech’s fingers push into her abdomen. She’s sore and raw, her whole body feeling like she had just lost a very brutal fight. She’d been in those fights before. It was how Cody had found her. 

But this. This was something else. 

What she wouldn’t give for an ice cube. Or even an ice dildo. A huge ice pack she could just lay over her body and let herself go numb. It wouldn’t fix the pain inside. 

She’s crying, hot tears burning her skin. 

“Hey, I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you, but I have to make sure nothing’s injured.” Tech wipes the tears from her cheeks. Precious Tech, always so sweet to her. 

She wishes she could tell him, explain why she was crying, but she can’t put it into words. Crosshair was a dick. A giant dick. To everyone. Even sometimes to his own squadmates, his remarks would bite a little too hard. He didn’t like her. She knew that much. She had butted heads with him time and time again since she had joined them. Name calling, verbal altercations, she’d even hit him once. 

They had lessened a bit over time, when she’d proved herself capable of being a part of the squad, being involved in missions as dangerous as the ones they went on. Even after she’d drunkenly confessed her feelings to the Batch and fucked Hunter, then Wrecker, then Tech. Echo had expressed his hesitations and she had respected them. But she had made it known, if he ever did want to, she’d be willing. She had made sure Crosshair had heard that as well. But still the sniper had been cold, ignoring any and all attempts to spike his interest. 

Tech had explained to her what happened. Or, at least some of it. She’d been dosed by a sex pollen, and Crosshair had elected to fuck it out of her system. He couldn’t tell her what had happened while Crosshair was with her, but she remembered bits and pieces of it. It had been more shocking that Crosshair had been the one to do it. She had been convincing herself perhaps he didn’t have any interest in sex, or maybe he wasn’t into women, before this mission. 

It could still be the case. But his blatant rejection had hurt her. No explanation, no reasoning. No gentle let down. He had just up and left her. Walked out and hadn’t looked back. 

The machine beside her beeps and she closes her eyes. Tech had wanted to analyze her blood, make sure there was nothing else, no lasting effects. She wanted nothing more than to go lay down, curl up somewhere, cry. She hated crying in front of them. She tried everything not to, even when she was hurt she waited until she was shut away in her makeshift cot to finally let the tears go. She had mastered the silent cry a long time ago. 

She forces herself to stop, sitting through the rest of Tech’s exam quietly. He rattles off about infusions, electrolyte levels, muscle fatigue, even as he carries her back to her makeshift room. It was a storage closet they had cleared for her, giving her more privacy than their bunks. She hadn’t cared, she would have stayed in a bunk, but they thought it fair to give her more privacy. She wasn’t a soldier, and she was a woman. 

She’s thankful for it now as Tech leaves her with an electrolyte pack. He’d been sweet enough to tuck her in, but that had only made the ache in her chest worse. She hated it, that she was feeling it. She would take his cruel words, his name calling, the glare in his eyes every time he looked at her over this. 

Tech had said it had taken two hours before she snapped out of it. She could feel the effects of those two hours. The dull ache in her pelvis, the rawness between her legs. The ache in her chest. 

She hurts. All of her hurts. Even the inside. 

*****

“It’s been two days.” 

“I’m sure she’s just tired.” 

“But what if something’s wrong?” 

“Nothing’s wrong.” Hunter says, leaning back in the pilot’s seat. “She’s...sleeping a lot.” 

He had been listening in on her, checking in. She hadn’t left her room in two days except for the occasional trip to the ‘fresher. She hadn’t left since...that incident. They had all agreed not to give specifics on what had happened when the GAR inevitably contacted them about their delay. They had picked up some sort of bug from the planet, and had chosen to quarantine. It had turned out to be harmless, and they were on their way to their next destination. It wasn’t totally a lie. Just nothing specific. 

No one needed to know. 

She cried a lot. Hunter was the only one who heard. She tried to be tough in front of them, saving the crying for when she was alone in her room. He always heard her sniffles, scented the salty tears when he passed. He never said anything. He didn’t think she’d want him to. This time, though, he could hear her quiet sobs from the cockpit. 

“What the hell did you do to her?” Wrecker finally snaps, storming towards Crosshair where he’s seated, dutifully cleaning his rifle. 

“Nothing she didn’t ask me to.” Crosshair bites back, standing to defend himself. 

“Hey.” Hunter steps between them, putting his hands up. “This is not helping any.” He turns to Wrecker. “If it’s bothering you so much, I’ll go check on her.” 

“I’m just worried about her.” The giant deflates a little. “I miss her.” 

“I know.” Hunter says, putting a hand on his shoulder. “We all do. But you remember what Tech said. She just needs some time to recover.” 

Wrecker takes a step back, nodding. “I just want her to be okay.” 

“I know.” Hunter squeezes his shoulder. “She will be eventually.” He turns to fix Crosshair with a gaze, the sniper still glaring, but he knows the situation’s been diffused. 

Crosshair had been broody, more so than normal. He either stayed in his bunk or sat in the corner, repetitively cleaning his rifle, taking it apart and putting it back together. He hadn’t spoken much, even when Tech had checked him over. He had been bombarded with questions when he’d come to alert Tech that she had recovered, but he had ignored them all in favor of slipping away to the ‘fresher to clean up, and then hiding away in his bunk. Hunter knows it must have been hard on him, but he was right. He was the only one who could do it. Tech had reaffirmed they had no other options. Even trying to get to a medical facility wouldn’t have done much good. They likely hadn’t had that much time either. 

Hunter leaves the cockpit when he’s sure things have diffused between Wrecker and Crosshair, not wanting to risk more disruptions on the ship. He can hear the quiet sniffles as he approaches, smelling the salty air. He knocks on the door, the sniffling quieting. 

“I know you’re awake.” He says, finger hovering over the pad to open it. Tech had wired it so she could lock it if she wanted to, but she almost never did. “Can I come in?” 

She gives no answer, the only sound inside the muffled breaths. He was the commanding officer. He had to ensure the well being of all of those under his command. He tells himself he’s not breaking any moral code when he opens the door anyway. 

His eyes make a quick scan of the room. It’s dimly lit, the overhead light shut off, only the small string of lights around the bed lit. The case of rations Tech had slipped in sits unopened, as does the canteen of water next to it. He steps closer to the bed, moving slowly so as not to startle her. She’s crying again, face shoved into her pillow. The blanket is tossed haphazardly around her, pieces of bare skin revealed. 

He kneels down next to the cot, reaching a hand out. “Hey.” He almost whispers it, scared of breaking the quiet heaviness of the room. The air inside is stale from not being opened, the sadness of the single occupant weighing heavy. He could almost taste it, even without his heightened senses. “I need you to tell me what’s wrong.” 

She lets out a sob, pulling her face from the pillow. “I don’t know! I don’t know what’s wrong!” Her breaths are shaky, eyes red from crying. “It’s stupid! I shouldn’t care, but I can’t help it!” 

He carefully scooches her over, being careful not to hurt her as he takes a seat next to her on the cot. “I need you to explain things a bit.” 

She turns to face him. “Is he gay?” 

“What?” He asks in confusion. 

“Is Crosshair gay?” 

Hunter chokes on a laugh. “I don’t...” He pauses, thinking about it. “I don’t think so. I’ve never seen him show interest in men before. Then again, I’ve never seen him show interest in women either.” 

She groans, pulling the pillow over her face. “That doesn’t help me!” 

“Care to share, mesh’la?” He asks, gently peeling the pillow away so she doesn't suffocate herself. 

“I asked him to fuck me.” She deadpans. “I asked him after the pollen had worn off. I asked him to fuck me one more time, just so I didn’t have to feel like I was taking advantage of him, or he was taking advantage of me and I just wanted a little closure and he just walked out. Now I feel like I overstepped and it’s all my fault and I’m causing too much of a rift in the squad and I’ve made everyone uncomfortable and maybe I should just leave.” 

Hunter stares down at her, processing her words. “You’re not going anywhere.” He says finally, cupping her face. “Crosshair volunteered to help you because he didn’t want any of us getting hurt, including you. I know it wasn’t easy for him either. He does care about you in his own weird Crosshair way. He’s been brooding since that day. Brooding more than usual. You should talk to him. The way you know how.” He smiles at her. “In the meantime, Wrecker is very worried about you.” 

She pouts. “Poor baby, will you send him in?” 

He nods, kissing her head. “Yeah. Gimme a minute.” 

He heads out into the hallway, pausing by Wrecker’s bunk. He grabs Lula before calling out for his vod. He knows from the heavy footsteps in the cockpit he’s heard. He heads back to Night’s room, kneeling down next to the bed. 

“Here.” He places Lula in her arms, brushing the hair from her face. She looked pathetic and he hated it. He hated seeing her like this. “What a karking idiot.” He hisses, shaking his head. “I care about all of you, but sometimes I want to let Wrecker punch Cross right through the side of the ship.” 

Night cracks a smile. “I’d gladly watch that right now.” 

Wrecker appears at the door with perfect timing, stepping into the small space. “Night, you okay?” 

She sniffles, clutching Lula tighter to her chest. “No. Will you cuddle me?” 

Wrecker grins. “Yeah I will!” He moves to the bed, picking up Midnight and settling himself on the small bunk. “It’s okay, Night. I’ve got ya.” 

Hunter watches them for a moment before stepping out, closing the door. His blood boiling, anger filling him. He makes his way back to the cockpit, desperately clinging to his last bit of restraint. It goes out the window when he sees Crosshair, red filling his vision. 

He grabs Crosshair from his seat, slamming him up against the wall. “How dare you! I know you’re a miserable bastard who hates everyone, but that was taking it too far!” Echo and Tech are at his sides, trying to pull him away from his vod. “How dare you leave her like that!” 

Crosshair glares at him, shoving him back a bit. “You don’t know what it was like. It wasn’t her asking me to do all those things to her. I feel like I...took advantage of her. I couldn’t look her in the eye not knowing if she knew, if she remembered. If she thought I had...” He clenches his fists. “I care about her too. More than you think I do. If you think that was easy for me, if you think I don’t regret leaving her like that, you’re wrong.” 

“You could have told one of us! We would have gone in, comforted her more! She’s so upset because you made her feel like she took advantage of you!” 

Tech and Echo hold him back as he tries to lunge towards Crosshair again. “Hunter!” Tech draws his attention away from Crosshair, forcing him back a couple steps. “We need to discuss this, but you need to calm down first. You’re no good to anyone if you’re upset.” 

Hunter can see the guilt behind Tech’s glasses. He was the first who saw her after. He had known something was off, but he hadn’t thought it could be something like this. His thoughts had all been physical ailments, aftereffects of the pollen. He was right there. He could have done something. 

Hunter knows Tech is feeling partially responsible, even if it wasn’t his fault. 

“We need you to calm down. Then we’ll all talk about this like adults.” 

If the situation wasn’t so serious, he may have cracked a smile at the inside joke. Midnight was technically the only adult on board. 

****

Midnight finds Crosshair in the hull, seated at a table. He’s got his head down, focusing on the ration in front of him. He doesn’t even bother looking up when she approaches, standing over him. She slams her hands down on the table, drawing his attention up to her face. He glares at her, eyes squinted. She’s glaring right back, nose scrunched in the adorable way it does when she’s angry. 

“I’m going to talk, and you are going to listen.” She says, pointing a finger at him. 

“I don’t have to do anything.” He snarks. 

“No, you are going to listen because I deserve at least that much.” 

He glares at her, but doesn’t reply. She knows she has him. She stays standing, leaning her hands on the table. 

“I know why you volunteered to help me, I know you only fucked me because you had to. I know we both feel like we took advantage of each other even though it was a life or death situation. I want you to know,” She curses the way her voice shakes. “I want you to know that I’m okay with it. If you’re questioning my consent, I’m going to tell you now, I want you to do it. You saved my life, and protected the squad. I would have wanted you to do it. But I need you to be straight with me because I can’t take it anymore. I know you don’t like me, you don’t like me being here. I need you to tell me flat out that you don’t want me so I can stop feeling horrible about trying to coerce you into fucking me.” 

He stares up at her for a tense moment. She wishes she could read minds, get anything out of him that let her know what he was feeling. But all he gave her was his signature glare, which told her next to nothing other than that he was annoyed by her very existence. 

He moves so fast she almost can’t process it. He stands, grabbing her and dragging her up onto the table. His tray clatters to the floor along with his silverware, both of them ignoring it. She’s kneeling on the table, eye to eye with him. His hand is closed around her throat, his breath fanning across her cheek as he leans into her ear. “You don’t know how badly I want to fuck you, little girl.” He hisses. “To bend you over this table, fuck you until you’re begging, then I’ll decide if you get to cum.” He licks the shell of her ear, a quiet whimper leaving her. “I’m not soft.” He warns her. “I’m not gentle. I’ll pick you apart piece by piece until you can’t even speak. I’ll have you thinking about me every time you walk, every time you sit down.” He bites at the skin below her ear, sucking a mark. “I’m not going to be nice to you.” 

She gasps as his free hand fondles her ass, squeezing it roughly. “You’re a dick, Crosshair. I wouldn’t expect you to be nice to me.” 

He growls, crashing his lips against hers. It’s desperate, rough, so very different from the others. She presses closer to him, his hand sliding into the back of her lounge pants. It was the set she always wore between missions when they had downtime on the Marauder. 

They ignore the sound of the door opening, and the disgusted cries of poor Tech. 

“Really guys, the table? We all eat there!” 

“I fucked her on it last week.” Hunter says, patting Tech’s shoulder as he passes.