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⨠And Then There Were Five on ao3 āØ
You are a civilian doc on Kamino. You canāt sleep because you are too horny so what do you do? You slip into one of your lovers bed naked.
āYouāre doing that on purpose,ā he muttered, voice low and scratchy with sleep.
You turned your head slightly, voice a breathy whisper. āDoing what?ā
Crosshair made a sound that was almost a laugh, but there was no humor in it, just quiet, simmering hunger.
āWiggling that needy little ass on me like you donāt know exactly what it does.ā
You wriggled again for good measure, your bare thighs brushing his. āI couldnāt sleepā¦ā
āAnd thatās my problem now?ā
āMhm.ā
Notes:
This implies an esthablished ethical non monogamous relationship between the reader and all members of the Bad Batch, but the main focus here is on Crosshairxreader. Reader is afab and fitted with a protective implant. Tags include vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, degradation, praise, exhibitionism, oral, F/M/M, aftercare, sloppy seconds, Crosshair is a pleasure dom, you canāt change my mind.
It was late, well past lights out, and the room was dim and quiet, save for the never ending rhythmic sound of the rain falling on the big window overlooking the ocean and the soft, even breaths of four sleeping clones.
Or at least, three.
You snuggled closer against Crosshair in the dark of his bunk, burrowed into the narrow space between his long body and the edge. You knew he woke up a while ago but pretended to still be asleep. The blanket was pooled somewhere near your hips, kicked away during a restless stretch of half-sleep. Your skin was too warm, too sensitive. Every inch of you buzzed.
And you needed him.
He was pressed against your back, the heat of him impossible to ignore. You shifted slowly, innocently at first, just a little adjustment, but then again, and again, until your ass was flush to the growing bulge in his blacks.
A low exhale fanned over the back of your neck. You grinned, biting your lip.
āYouāre doing that on purpose,ā he muttered, voice low and scratchy with sleep.
You turned your head slightly, voice a breathy whisper. āDoing what?ā
Crosshair made a sound that was almost a laugh, but there was no humor in it, just quiet, simmering hunger.
āWiggling that needy little ass on me like you donāt know exactly what it does.ā
You wriggled again for good measure, your bare thighs brushing his. āI couldnāt sleepā¦ā
āAnd thatās my problem now?ā
āMhm.ā
A long sigh. You felt the twitch of his cock against you and knew youād won. He never told you no, not when you needed him like this. And especially not when you were already soaked and grinding back against him.
He rolled his hips forward, letting you feel just how ready he was. āYou really donāt know how to behave, do you?ā
You tipped your head back, lips brushing his jaw. āOnly for you.ā
That seemed to do it. Crosshair growled something low and wordless, his hand skimming down your front over your sensitive nipples until it dipped between your legs. You parted them eagerly, letting him slide two fingers through your folds.
He froze.
āWell, wellā¦ā His voice darkened. āYouāre completely naked and youāre leaking cum.ā
Your breath caught.
āNo need to deny it cyare, I can feel it,ā he murmured, dragging his fingers slowly through your slick heat. āWho fucked you and left you needy like this ?ā
You swallowed, guilt flickering across your face for a moment. āHā¦Hunterā¦ā
āI figured,ā Crosshair said, his fingers slipping teasingly just inside. āAnd now you want me to fix it.ā
āIā¦heā¦he made me come. A few times,ā you rushed out, heat blooming in your cheeks. āBut I couldnāt stop thinking about it. My pussy kept throbbing, I couldnāt sleep and didnāt want to wake him. They said mission call was early tomorrow andā¦ā
āAnd what?ā Crosshairās voice was like velvet over a blade. āYou thought Iād be your second round? A way to fuck the ache out after your precious Hunter couldnāt finish the job?ā
āNo! Thatās notā¦he always makes me finishā¦he justā¦he...was so gentle.ā
āAnd you donāt always want soft and sweet, do you?ā His fingers pushed deeper. You whimpered. āSometimes you want to be ruined.ā
You nodded against him. His free hand came up to cup your chest, holding you tight, possessive.
āDonāt worry cyare, Iāll take care of you,ā he said against your ear, his voice laced with wicked promise. āWhen Iām finished, you wonāt need another cock.ā
You moaned softly, your hips grinding back against him.
āBut youāll be nice nā quiet for me, wonāt you, pretty thing?ā His arm shifted, and before you could answer, he slid two long fingers into your mouth. āYou donāt want to wake the whole squad.ā
You nodded and sucked his fingers obediently, whining softly around them as the hand between your legs moved faster.
He fucked you with those long precise fingers, curling them expertly, finding that sweet spot again and again likethetriggerof his weapon until your thighs trembled with tension. You clawed at the sheets, grinding helplessly as you muffled every sound.
āThatās it,ā Crosshair whispered, lips brushing your shoulder. āCome on my fingers like the desperate little slut that you are.ā
You shattered with a choked gasp, biting down on his fingers to hold back the cry. Your body arched, back pressed to his chest as you spasmed around him, dripping wet and utterly undone.
But it wasnāt enough.
You turned your face, breathless and pleading. āPlease, I want you.ā
You arched back against him, reaching down to grab at the waistband of his blacks. āPlease Cross, fuck me.ā
āHow could I ever deny you when youāre asking so nicely.ā
He didnāt need more convincing.
He quickly slipped his cock out of his blacks and lined himself up behind you, sliding into your still-twitching core with one long, slow thrust. It felt incredibly good. While Hunter was thicker, Crosshair was longer and his tip immediately brushed up against your cervix. A soft moan slipped from your lips, uncontrolled, helpless, and suddenly Crosshair stilled.
There was movement across the room. A shift. A faint rustling of sheets.
Your breath caught.
Crosshair grinned, still buried inside you. āWell, well. Not my fault you woke him up,ā he drawled.
You peeked over to the other side of the room just in time to see Hunter sitting up in his bunk. His hair was mussed, his chest bare, and his eyes took in the scene in an instant - your writhing form, Crosshairās smug face, the way his hips rocked shallowly against you.
āAre you serious?ā Hunter asked, voice still rough with sleep.
āShe came to me,ā Crosshair said, voice thick with satisfaction. āSnuck into my bed, naked and leaking your cum, apparently you didnāt fuck the need out of her properly.ā
āThatās notā¦!ā you started to protest, but Crosshair thrust deep, clearly enjoying getting under Hunters skin, and the words disintegrated into a strangled moan.
More rustling. Tech and Echo sighed. Wrecker groaned something unintelligible from his bunk.
āNow that youāve woken the whole damn squad,ā Crosshair drawled, voice pitched louder now, āyou might as well put on a show.ā
Your cheeks burned and you barely had time to gasp before he slipped out of you, leaving your walls clenching helplessly around nothing. You whined at the sudden emptiness, but he ignored your protest, reaching down to shove the thin blanket away.
Hunter was still watching, lips parted, chest rising and falling. There was something hungry in his eyes, even as he shook his head slowly.
āI swear,ā he muttered, but didnāt look away.
You caught his eyes across the dark roomāand something passed between you that you couldnāt name.
Cool air rushed over your naked body, goosebumps rising over your flushed skin. The low lights from one of the moons spilled across the room, bathing you in a soft, silver-blue glow.
āOn your hands and knees,ā Crosshair ordered satisfied. āLet āem all see the way you beg me to fuck you.ā
You obeyed without question, scrambling up onto all fours on his bunk. Your body trembled, still high from your last release but greedy for more. Behind you, Crosshair took his time, dragging his cock through your folds with lazy precision before thrusting back into you hard enough to make you jolt forward with a gasp.
āThatās it,ā he hissed. āYou love this, donāt you? Love being filled up in front of them.ā
You whimpered again as Crosshair thrust harder, picking up a rhythm that made your legs tremble. There was no hiding now. Every sound you made echoed in the tight quarters of the barracks. Every wet slap of skin against skin was audible. Every sigh, every curse, every name on your lips.
Crosshair fucked you slow and deep, dragging it out for everyone to hear. You heard Wrecker groan and roll over, probably stuffing a pillow over his head. Tech muttered something under his breath about āhis sleep schedule beeing ruined.ā
But Hunter didnāt move.
His gaze locked with yours as Crosshair whispered filth into your ear, as your body trembled and your walls clenched around the cock buried deep inside you.
Your mouth opened, but no words came, only a moan as he set a brutal pace, hips snapping against your ass, sharp slaps on your cheecks echoing in the quiet room.
āYou always come to me when youāre needy. When the others are too soft, too sweet,ā he grunted, thrusting deep. āI know sometimes you just want to be used like the good little slut that you are. You want to be ruined and Iām the only one who can give that to you.ā
You cried out, the sound shameless, echoing off the durasteel walls.
āLouder,ā he said, voice rough. āLet them all hear how much you need it.ā
You buried your face in the mattress, one hand reaching between your thighs, trying to get to your clit to push you over the edge.
But Crosshair was faster.
He grabbed your wrist, yanking it behind your back. āAh ah. Not yet.ā
āPlease!!!ā you whimpered.
He only chuckled. āYouāll come when I say.ā
Then he pulled out abruptly, and before you could protest, he was hauling you into his lap.
You landed with a breathless gasp, back pressed to his chest as he slid you down onto his cock again. Your legs trembled, spread wide over his thighs, completely open and exposed. The edge of his bunk creaked under the weight of you both.
You could only imagine what you looked like now, on full display, back arched, tits bouncing with every sharp thrust as he fucked up into you from below.
His arm hooked around yours, trapping them behind your back, while his free hand dragged up your stomach and chest. He pinched one of your nipples hard, making you yelp.
āYouāre such a sight,ā he whispered in your ear, breath hot. āLook at them watching you. Do you know what kind of mess youāve made of this room?ā
You couldnāt look, you didnāt dare.
You were flushed from head to toe, dizzy with need. His fingers slid up, wrapping around your throat, pressing just enough to restrict the blood flow. The world tilted slightly, sound dulled to a low throb, and your walls clamped tight around him.
He fucked you relentlessly, cock slamming up into you in hard, perfect thrusts that made your whole body jolt.
You wanted to cry out, to beg, but his grip on your throat had your lips parting soundlessly.
He loosened it, just a little.
You gasped in air, voice breaking. āPlease Crossā¦please, let me come, I need it - please!ā
He groaned, head falling back. āMhm, thatās what I like to hear. So pretty when you beg.ā
Crosshairās sharp eyes flicked toward the bunks, his voice a low growl edged with wicked amusement. āEcho. Stop staring and get over here. Put that mouth to good use.ā
There was a beat of silence, then the sound of movement, a low chuckle from someone else, and then Echo appeared, gaze dark, pupils blown wide with hunger. His scomp arm clicked softly against the floor as he knelt before you, between Crosshairās spread legs. You could feel the heat of him, the subtle hum of his prosthetic as he reached out and ran his hand along your thighs, steadying you.
āThis okay?ā he murmured, breath brushing over your sensitive skin.
You nodded desperately, barely able to find your voice. āPleaseā¦ā
āGood girl,ā Crosshair rasped. āMake her fall apart, vod.ā
And Echo did exactly that.
His mouth was hot and devastating, tongue teasing your clit with practiced skill, syncing his rhythm with Crosshairās relentless thrusts. You cried out, the sound torn from your throat as pleasure crashed over you in waves. Echo held you open, letting you tremble against them, letting you feel every sharp, obscene flick of his tongue as Crosshair drove deeper still.
You were spiraling, unraveling, body tightening like a wire pulled too taut, your pussy clenched around his cock and your muscles locked, the pressure climbing, unbearable and searing at the edges.
Then Crosshair leaned forward, his lips at your ear. āYou want to come?ā
You nodded frantically. āYesā¦pleaseā¦Cross, I⦠I needā¦ā
The rest of your sentence died in your throat whis his next hard thrust.
āThen come for us,ā he ordered, voice a growl.
He loosened his grip on your throat and pulled back slightly, then with a wicked smirk, brought one hand up and slapped your tits -once, twice- just enough to make you gasp, enough to make the blood rush back to your head in a dizzying rush.
The slaps stung just right, adding to the overwhelming pleasure building between your legs. With the rush of blood surging back into your brain and Echoās tongue still relentless on your clit, your body convulsed, shattering into release with a cry that echoed through the barracks. You trembled hard in their grasp, lightheaded and boneless, twitching as Crosshair rode you through it with hard, brutal strokes.
Your climax was like a never ending bolt of lightning, your entire body convulsing in his lap. You sobbed out his name, hips jerking as you gushed around him, muscles fluttering in wild, helpless contractions.
Echo had let go of you and sunken back on his legs, he looked dazed, his cock still twitching in his hand and his cum spilled all over the floor.
Crosshair let out a strangled moan behind you, thrusting up once, twice, then he stilled, grinding in deep and filling you with a hot rush of his cum. His chest heaved against your back. He stayed inside you, locked tight, one arm still holding yours behind you, the other now stroking down your trembling thigh.
āFuck,ā he whispered against your neck. āThatās my cyare. So perfect for me.ā
When you collapsed back against him, boneless and spent, he kissed your shoulder and nipped gently at your neck, lips surprisingly soft after how rough heād just been.
āYouāre welcome,ā he whispered smugly.
The only answer you could get out was a mix between a whine and a sigh.
āI love you,ā he said quietly. āYouāre always so good for me.ā
Your breath caught at thatānot because you didnāt know it, but because hearing it now, in the warm, aching aftermath, hit different. He rarely said it like that. Soft. Unarmored. You tilted your head, brushing your cheek to his, barely able to turn in his arms.
āI love you too,ā you whispered, your voice hoarse and shaky. āEven when youāre a smug, possessive bastard.ā
He huffed out a laugh against your shoulder, his hand still idly tracing the curve of your hip. āEspecially then.ā
You felt his heartbeat slowing against your back, his chest rising and falling in time with yours. For a few blissful moments, there was only the sound of your breathing, your bodies tangled, your skin sticky and flushed and trembling in the best possible way.
Crosshair pressed another kiss to your temple, then nuzzled close and finally let his grip loosen around you. You shifted, limbs heavy, letting your head fall back against his collarbone, content and sore and absolutely blissed. And just when you thought the haze might pull you under, you sensed the change in the airāfelt the quiet, palpable attention from the rest of the room.
You opened your eyes slowly, just in time to meet Techās.
He was across the room, shirtless, glasses slightly askew, his cheeks pink.
So were Hunterās. Wrecker was sitting up too blinking sleepily, a guilty smile tugging at his lips. And force help you, all of them were in varying states of undress, wiping their hands or adjusting their blacks.
Your eyes widened. āOhāā
Tech cleared his throat, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. āWell. That was⦠impossible to ignore.ā
Behind you, Crosshair chuckled, smug and unbothered. āShe was feelinā a little neglected.ā
āMm, I doubt that,ā Tech hummed neutrally, though the look he gave you was far from indifferent. āRegardless, she cannot be left like that. Her body temperature is elevated, her skin flushedā¦ā he took a deliberate step forward,ā and she is quite literally dripping onto the floor.ā
āMaybe I like it that way,ā Crosshair muttered, his arm still wrapped lazily around your waist.
āYou like a lot of unsanitary things. Doesnāt mean we let them fester,ā Tech replied, unimpressed.
Crosshair chuckled but eventually exhaled a slow, reluctant sigh. āFine.ā ā¦āSheās all yours.ā
Tech held out a hand to you, his touch careful but firm. āCome with me.ā
You tried to stand, but your legs buckled immediately. Tech caught you around the waist, before you could tip over.
āHhmā¦sorry,ā you mumbled, flushed again.
āEasy,ā he said softly, adjusting his grip as he guided you upright. āYouāve had⦠quite the exertion.ā
Your face burned as you leaned into him, every inch of your body humming. āSorryā¦ā
āThereās nothing to apologize for,ā he murmured, the timbre of his voice dipping lower than usual. āYou are overstimulated. Likely mildly dehydrated. Iāll take care of you.ā
Behind you, Crosshair growled halfheartedly, but he let you go, trailing his fingers across your lower back as Tech helped you toward the fresher.
āDonāt worry,ā Tech said under his breath, the heat of his palm firm and grounding. āIāll be quick, I just want to make sure you wonāt regret your choices tomorrow.ā
You leaned your head against his shoulder and he made sure the water was warm before he helped you in. He was gentle as he cleaned you up, murmuring something about electrolytes and rest. The water cascading down your skin felt good, you leaned on him, warm and dopey and still floating.
When you returned to the barracks, the lights were low again and everything was clean. Everyone had settled. Crosshair was sprawled across his bunk like a smug cat, his soft silver hair a mess, eyes half-lidded and a satisfied smile on his face. Hunter watched you pass, gaze unreadable but intense. Wrecker smiled sleepily from his bunk, already holding out one arm.
You made your way over to each of them, giving soft kisses - forehead, cheek, lips- whispering, āSorry for waking you.ā
Hunter caught your wrist before you could walk away. āYou never have to apologize,ā he said. āNot to us.ā
āI love you Hunterā¦itā¦Iā¦,ā you stammered. You didnāt want him to feel like he was not enough but your brain was still mushy and you didnāt know what to say.
āItās okay meshla, we can talk in the morning if you want.ā
You hesitated, pulse fluttering, but then Wrecker called out, āCāmon! Lulaās waiting!ā
That made you laugh. Hunter squeezed your hand reassuringly and you gave him a long kiss pouring all the love you had for him into it before you made your way over to the other side of the room.
You slipped into Wreckerās bunk, curling up beside his broad chest. He pulled you close instantly, wrapping both arms around you like a warm weighted blanket. Lula was tucked between you, her soft little plush body pressed to your cheek.
āYou okay?ā he asked, voice a gentle rumble. āYou looked real pretty bouncing on Cross.ā he added sheepishly.
āYeah,ā you whispered, resting your head on his shoulder. āMore than okay.ā
He hummed happily and tucked you even closer. āYou can always snuggle here, you know, and I can alsoā¦ehā¦help if you canāt sleep, Iā¦I just, I donāt wanna break you.ā
āI know Wreck, what I have with Cross is not better, just different, I love that you are so gentle with me,ā you said softly.
And you did.
As room finally fell quiet and the drum of the rain and Wreckers soft snores surrounded you again you closed your eyes, warm and sated and safe, held between the strongest arms and the softest heart in the GAR.
Bonus scene:
You were still sipping your morning caf, reviewing medical inventory reports, when there was a knock on your door.
āYes,ā you answered hoping it would be Hunter. You had said goodbye to all of them earlier in the morning when you had sneaked out of their barracks and into your own quarters before anyone could have noticed, but you hadnāt had the time to talk to Hunter.
The door slid open with a soft hiss, and there he stoodāboots planted, arms crossed loosely, like heād spent the whole morning pacing and finally gave in to instinct.
āMission briefing over?ā you asked.
He nodded. āWe leave in an hour.ā
You swallowed, sensing the tension radiating off him.
You stepped toward him slowly, heart pounding. āI was hoping youād come.ā
Hunter nodded once and waited for the door to shut behind him. He didnāt speak at first, just stood there watching you, his eyes searching your face like he didnāt know where to start.
āIā¦ā you began, nerves crackling in your voice. āI want to say something first.ā
He tilted his head.
āI love you.ā You swallowed. āLast night⦠I wasnāt trying to make you feel left out. Or like youāre not enough. Youāre always good to me, Hunter. I know you would have fucked me again if Iād woken you up but I also know how much pressure you carry, how much stress youāre under. I just wanted to let you sleep. Thatās all.ā
His expression softened. āYou have no idea how much it means to hear that.ā He stepped closer, lifting a hand to gently tuck your hair behind your ear. āI knew you werenāt trying to hurt me. But Iād be lying if I said I didnāt notice it. Iāve seen the way you respond to the others. To Crosshair when heās rough. To Tech when he takes control. And I know⦠sometimes, you want more from me too.ā
You hesitated, then nodded. āI do. But only because I feel like your holding back and I want you. All of you.ā
He let out a long breath. āAnd thatās the part that scares me.ā
āWhy?ā
He didnāt answer but the kiss that followed was gentle, at first. His lips brushed yours, tentative, reverent. Then he tilted your chin and deepened it, suddenly hungry. His grip tightened at your hips, and in the next second, your back was pressed to the wall, his thigh sliding between your legs, his body caging yours in.
You gasped, clutching at his arms as his mouth descended to your neck. He growled low when he found your pulse, dragging his teeth along the sensitive spot.
āH-Hunter!ā
He nipped at the skin, just shy of leaving a mark. āThis what you want from me?ā he muttered against your throat.
You squirmed in his grasp, flushed and breathless. Heās never been so rough with you, the pressure of his knee against your core made your head spin and your core throb.
āYesā¦ā you exhaled shakily.
He inhaled through his nose, breathing you in deeply and let out a low growl. You could feel the pace of his heart quickening and the heat radiating off of him in waves.
But then just as quickly as it came, the pressure eased. He stepped back half a pace, letting the air cool between you.
āI need you to understand why I hold back,ā he said, his voice quieter now. āWhy I have to.ā
You waited, heart still thudding in your chest.
āWeāre not like the regs. Not just enhancedāweāre altered. Crosshair has better reflexes, better aim. Techās mind works faster. Wrecker has unnatural strength you know all that. But me⦠They didnāt just give me better senses.ā
He looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers like they belonged to someone else.
āThey made me something else entirely. I feel everything so intensely. Sound. Smell. Touch. Emotion. I can hear your heartbeat change when I walk in the room. I can smell when youāre aroused from down the corridor. And sometimes, when I canāt filter it out anymore, when those senses overwhelm me⦠when they flip that switchāI stop thinking.ā
You frowned. āWhat happens?ā
āI become something else. Something primal. Instinct takes over. Itās not a metaphor, Iāve blacked out in combat before, acted purely on reflex. Thereās a part of me thatās closer to a predator than a soldier.ā
You stared at him, stunned.
āIāve never let that side near you. Never wanted to. But the more I care about youā¦ā His voice caught. āThe harder it is to keep that part caged, because I want to give you what you crave.ā
You stepped close, placing a hand over his heart. āThen donāt cage it. Show me.ā
He let you hold him, but he didnāt look comforted. āWhen that switch flips, Iām not myself. I donāt mean losing my temper. I mean losing control. Everything gets louder - your heartbeat, your breath, your scent. If I let go completely, I donāt know if Iād stop when I should.ā
You blinked at him, understanding dawning.
āThatās why you hold back,ā you said.
He nodded. āI have to. Youāre precious to me. Youāre not some battlefield. Youāre not something I want to dominateāI want to love you, to protect you.ā
āI know that,ā you whispered. āHunterā¦ā
āI watch the others with you,ā he said softly. āI know how you crave intensity sometimes. But if I gave you whatās inside me⦠it wouldnāt be like that. It wouldnāt be gentle. It wouldnāt be controlled. It would be dangerous. Iāve never let it out with anyone.ā
You nodded. āA safe word. I can do that, I have one with Cross too.ā
Hunter flinched. āItās not that simple. If I let it out⦠I donāt know if I can stop. And if youāre not ready, if you get scared, if you say no, I have to be able to stop but I might not be in control of it.ā
āI trust you, you could never hurt me.ā
āIām not so sure of that and I couldnāt live with myself if Iād hurt you. If you want this, Wrecker needs to be nearby,ā he said quickly. āHeās the only one strong enough to stop me if I lose control. I trust him more than I trust myself sometimes.ā
You looked up into his face and found something raw in his expression. Fear, yes - but more than that, love.
āI donāt want to hurt you,ā he said again, almost brokenly. āI donāt want you to ever look at me and be afraid.ā
Your voice was soft but sure. āI wonāt be. I know who you are, Hunter. And I want all of it. The protector. The soldier. The lover. Even the part youāre scared of.ā
He didnāt move. Just stared at you.
Then he bent, brushing his lips over yours like a prayer. āThink about it,ā he murmured. āTake your time. Just⦠donāt ask me to give you that part of me until youāre absolutely sure.ā
For a long moment, he just breathed you in. Then he stepped back.
āI have to go,ā he said. āWeāll talk when I get back.ā
āIāll be waiting.ā
He leaned in to kiss you and then he was gone, the door hissing closed behind him, leaving you alone with the echo of his touch and the wild, thudding certainty that you were sure.
You wanted all of him. Every shadow. Every scar. Every primal, feral piece he thought unlovable.
Part (5) of Divergent Paths, the next arc of Doc's Misadventures! If you're new, start at the beginning with Touch Starved!
This was supposed to be the last chapter... but it was running too long, so I decided to split it
Warnings: Medical terminology, sexual tension, PTSD, guilt, reference to murder/ torture, snogging
WC: 3,437
āIf you havenāt found anything by now, I think itās safe to say Iām okay.ā It was more teasing than impatient. In truth, there was something delightful in listening to him orate each groove and bony process that might have caused bruising, in the effortless elegance with which his crisp voice danced about complex anatomical names and phrases despite the very real danger they might represent. Iād missed this, too. Maker, Iād missed so much in the months of anxiety and dread and guilt.
āIt can be difficult to account for coup-countercoup injuries with only a handheld scanner.ā He countered, drawing a soft sigh from me.
āAnything too small for that to find isnāt likely to pose any real threat.ā His lips bunched in that little scowl that screamed his desire to object, mind analyzing every angle for some means to disprove me and knowing that want came up short.
āUnlikely does not mean impossible.ā It was a weak argument, and he knew it, but I didnāt say that; I didnāt need to, and the way his cheeks warmed at the smile toying with my lips only made the prolonged check-up all the better. āI still advise you remain under observation for at least another day⦠but it would appear as though you managed to avoid serious injuryā¦ā His eyes swept almost mournful over my face, those yellow lenses nearly hiding the soft brown, ābeyond the obvious bruising, of course.ā He added, voice dropping with an apology he should never have felt the need to give.
āBruises heal.ā I replied gently. He let out a slow breath, index finger giving only an occasional tap against the medical scanner still in his hands.
āAll the same, I'll review your scans once more to ensure I havenāt missed something.ā That was as close to a dismissal as I was going to get, but still I found myself hesitating, unable to turn away from the worried determination painting subtle lines at the corners of his mouth. He didnāt notice until the silence lasted a beat too long, eyes flicking toward me with an uncertainty that made my heart jump. I almost hesitated⦠but heād seemed so undeterred when he took my hand mere moments priorā¦
I let out a slow, deep sigh as I stepped toward him, arms looping around his lower back with a gentle, featherlight embrace; one he could escape with the barest of withdrawals, but I needed him to know just how grateful I was; for his concern, his understanding, his willingness to talk to me when the others still tripped over the words.
āThank you.ā I whispered against his chest. He was still for a moment, air held in his lungs, arms flared ever so slightly, and I worried Iād overstepped; that Iād pushed too far and might rekindle the heartbreak from that moment heād shied from my touch⦠but then his free hand settled lightly over my shoulder blade, the other thoughtlessly setting the tablet down on the bed or the counter or wherever was nearest before moving to slide softly along my lower back.
Iād planned to grant myself only time enough for a single, slow breath, and then I was going to pull away. I was going to give him his space for however long he needed it, but then his body shifted, embrace wrapping so firmly around me, I couldnāt help but let my torso arch forward, molding against his as his deceptively tall form curled around mine, head ducking down to rest his cheek against my temple, ruffling my hair in a thoughtless, firm caress that surely couldnāt be called a nuzzle, his own breath fleeing with a tension neither of us would draw attention to. Not yet. But I let my arms tighten. I let him feel every glimmer of affection and adoration that might be sown through something as innocent and tender and desperate as a hug might possibly portray, and I realized something as my own breath caught.
Some part of me had still feared that he might have reservations; that in our time apart, he had distanced himself from emotion and found logic wanting for reasons I ought stay; that heād concluded what chaos surely lingered in the days to come as we six struggled to settle into new norms and new roles governed by a love and lust that was anything but new couldnāt be justified by what use I had to the squad as a unit, but that embrace, the relief so shamelessly screamed in the way his fingers dug into the narrow gaps between my armor silenced even whispers of that doubt.
My hand slid up to card through the short curls at the base of his neck, fingertips tracing lightly over the band of his goggles as I tilted my head to just brush my brow against his chin, lips laxed in a gentle smile.
āThank you.ā I murmured once more, leaning back just enough to find his gaze, to let him see my own relief in the face of his, and his breath caught slightly, a tension returning to draw his shoulders back and straighten his spine as though belatedly remembering himself.
āO-of course.ā He stammered ever so slightly as he stepped back. āIāll⦠inform you if I find anything of note.ā The subtle embarrassment in his voice as he quickly turned his attention to where heād thoughtlessly abandoned his datapad left me chuckling softly as I turned away.
There was a weightlessness to my step that I hadnāt realized Iād been without for so long, suffering beneath the guilt for wants Iād been ashamed of, fears of what retribution surely awaited me should they ever come to light, but now I was free of that, and the possibilities laid out before me in its absence were exhilarating, consuming my every thought as I tread quickly through the door. Too quickly.
I wasnāt paying attention; wasnāt thinking beyond the thrill lingering in the wake of Techās embrace, head bowed as though trying to hide the grin I couldnāt begin to fight from my lips, and I didnāt see him; didnāt notice how near Iād come to accidentally walking right into him, but the instant Echoās hand grabbed my arm, the instant his voice filled that small room, it didnāt matter what heād said nor how gently he held me. All I saw was that rage in eyes unfocused and hazy with illness, the venom in that remorseless threat, Iām not asking again, and my entire body froze, ice flooding my veins, panic locking my muscles taut, too terrified to move, to breathe, to even try to flee for what punishment it might bring.
āWhoa-whoa; easy.ā His arms flared, releasing me before my short, strangled gasp even fell silent. I saw him ā saw the sharp concern in the soft brown of his eyes, the way his shoulders dropped like it might lessen the intimidating visage of his powerful form, lessen the way his broad silhouette so effortlessly blocked the hallway, but I saw that nightmare just as clearly, how ruthlessly heād ground my face into the floor, twisting my arm behind meā¦
He took another step back, and my heart sank, chest bucking with a stolen breath as my gaze dropped, stomach twisting at the horrifying realization of what had just happened, the fear Iād let him see in me, the guilt and worry storming in his eyesā¦
āKriff, sorry; s-⦠I, umā¦ā I stammered, trying and failing to find some believable excuse that might give a reason ā any reason ā for my limbs to be shaking like they were; some way to convince him that it had nothing to do with him; that my mind had been broken and pieced back together too many times to even guess toward why such a touch might have so easily shattered me.
āY- uh⦠j-just s-surprised me.ā The words caught and fumbled, and I knew he granted them no more belief than I did, stance still carefully loose, as unthreatening as he could possibly pretend to be even as that haunted corner of my mind screamed that it was a lie; that I needed to run⦠to hide, and how I hated myself for it, for the realization that this ran deeper than a momentās surprise; that this wasnāt something I could just ignore, and the terror of how it would hurt him if he ever found out⦠kriff, I could never let him find out⦠So, I pushed it down. I let an impatient shame pinch my brows and pull my lips in a small scowl, and when he carefully lowered himself onto a knee before me, that guilt only grew.
āAlright, just⦠just take a breath with me, okay?ā He murmured, the subtle, lilting accent in his deep voice almost disjointed in how utterly juxtaposed it was to the feral terror still making my heart race, because how could I feel like this when he spoke to me so softly? How could I shy so violently from his touch now when just moments prior Iād so eagerly lost myself in his embrace?
āDoc?ā He pressed in a quiet whisper, and I forced out a small huff, loathing the air of defeat that stole through me, the regret as I hesitantly glanced toward him.
āHey.ā He murmured in a barely there rumble that made my breath hitch, shoulders slumping as a tiny fraction of tension slowly began to drain from taut muscles and faintly trembling limbs. āSorry⦠I shouldnāt have grabbed you like that.ā I let out an almost frustrated sigh.
āNo⦠no, Iām sorryā¦ā I interjected, āYou shouldnāt⦠Dammit, you shouldnāt have to worry about just⦠touching me like that.ā He let out a long, slow breath, eyes just as haunted as they were gentled by how intimately he knew the exact tang of my frustration and the helplessness it carried.
āAre you okay?ā He asked, and I felt myself pause; not because of the shame of the only answer I could think to give, but because that wasnāt what he was asking. He wasnāt dwelling on the moment of panic; not when he knew talking about such things would offer no relief. Not yet, at least; not when the adrenaline had yet to fade and memories still threatened to distort and degrade and ruin that happiness Iād only just been allowed to taste.
Stealing another quick breath, I glanced back toward the medbay where Tech was surely still scanning every snip of data until he could silence his own fears, and I nodded.
āYeah⦠yeah; no brain bleeds or broken bones.ā I answered, voice still too thin but far steadier than Iād expected it to be, and I relished in the smile he offered. It was small, and neither could deny the heartbreak in it, but it was real.
The duality haunted me. This was the Echo I was used to: kind but honest, gentle but firm; yet the man that hurt me, the man that so effortlessly crippled me by twisting my shoulder from its socket⦠that man was Echo, too; the monster he became when he had to.
āPle-ā
My breath caught at the ripple of that memory, finger tightening around the phantom trigger to murder that mercenary from so long ago, the one Iād tortured for the keycode to save the arc trooper now kneeling before me with that sad, knowing smile, and I leapt for even a tiny distraction.
āThat canāt be comfortable.ā The glimmer of accusation in my words as I glanced down at his legs earned a barely-there chuckle, but he didnāt deny it as he slowly rose to his full height, shoulders still slouched ever so slightly.
āTheyāre pretty much healed ā just a little sore if Iām on them too long.ā He replied, not dismissively, but clearly hoping to leave it at that. I let out a low sigh, attention lingering on the new prosthetics, the image of putrid wounds so poorly hidden beneath stolen bandages and wildly inadequate swaths of bacta long-since stained a far too dark red left me itching to beg him to show me, to let me see for myself that the skin hadnāt yielded from the dayās abuse and begun to fester anew, and I wondered how long it might take for that fear to fade⦠for any of those fears to fadeā¦
He didnāt mean to move when I reached for his hand, but I saw the little shift of his fingers, too eager for the coming touch to lie still. Despite the warmth that sight sent humming through my chest, I couldnāt bring myself to smile, not when the soreness he was referring to only plagued him because of secrets heād felt he had to keep because of me, because of the confusion of changing dynamics, the sudden need to second-guess every word and gesture to ensure some line wasnāt crossed that had been blurred long before I even knew it existed, and the heaviness in what was so nearly a gentle quiet weighed all the more merciless amidst the loss of his own tentative grin.
āIām sorry.ā My voice dropped into something almost too quiet to be a whisper, movements desperately gentle, reverent, as I cradled his hand between mine, fingertips tracing scars and veins and the creases adorning his palm. āDealing with wounds like those⦠You must have been so afraid, and in so much pain⦠and to feel like you couldnāt ask for helpā¦ā He let out a slow sigh, head dropping though he seemed to lean ever so slightly closer; not crowding me, but⦠close enough that I could hear his lips and tongue shifting over words he was still trying to find the will to say.
āThatās⦠not your fault.ā He finally admitted. Part of me wanted to ignore that claim, to dismiss it as an empty attempt to offer comfort; to free me of guilt, but that wasnāt Echoās way, so I found my breath quieting, stilling; waiting for something more. āItās⦠itās still hard to accept sometimesā¦ā He glanced down toward his new legs, such reluctance in hushed words colored only in various shades of shame; shame for the hurt heād caused and the hurt heād suffered, shame for being too proud or embarrassed or scared to ask for help, shame for needing help at allā¦
And there, again, those dual images clashed, because how could I possibly fear the gentle man before me? How could I bring myself to acknowledge that this was the same person that had left me shaking and broken barely more than a week past when now he stood so repentant and vulnerable, muscles atop his cheeks balled in a self-disdained scowl as he glared at the interplay of metals and silicas and engineering that was more deserving of awe than the disgust so evident in twisted lips and narrowed eyes?
I let out a slow breath as I guided his hand to my lips. It felt so natural. Like Iād kissed him a thousand times already with the promise of millions more awaiting, patient as though theyād never known the taste of doubt, and he shared so willingly in that unquestioning comfort as his touch spread out to cup my cheek before letting his thumb and forefinger toy with a loose strand of hair.
āIām here.ā The words washed from my lips as more plea than promise, and the ruin of a smile that sat so briefly but with such heaviness upon his battle-worn face left me stealing a step closer, grip tightening ever so slightly, anything to convince him that there were no conditions to my devotion; no reservations built on prejudice or pity.
āI know.ā He murmured, some glimmer of warmth managing to ease that weight from him as he leaned closer in turn, and there was no hesitation from either of us as my head tilted back.
He tasted like caf that had been forgotten for too long and now held a bitterness emphasized by the slight chill of his lips. Still, there was a subtle rhythm to how he kissed me, unrushed and unworried; and how could I not loop my arms around his neck in a gesture both yearning and lazy and unabashed by the breathy sigh that followed, before, with the same breath, letting myself sink back onto my heels.
His shame wasnāt gone, but it was softer. I wanted to tell him that it was okay to have those moments ā to acknowledge what heād lost and rage for it, but I didnāt need to. He didnāt need me to tell him things he already knew. He just needed to know that I could love him all the same; that I didnāt see him as less than whole even on days when he felt so terribly fractured.
With a final smile, my hands slid down his jaw as I began to ease back, attention flicking past him toward where his brothers surely lay in waiting, but, before I could so much as think to step away, his hold shifted, willing me back toward him with a desperate, āwaitā in the split second before he kissed me once more, breath nearly a growl as he pressed himself closer, scomped arm wrapping so tightly around my waist that my torso arched flush against his with a gasp that fell far too willingly into a muffled whimper, the sound devoured by his lips.
There wasnāt space left even to moan his name, nails catching on armor and cloth and hair as I lost myself in the suddenness of his need. It wasnāt until I heard the air catch between his teeth in a breathless hiss that I even realized how my body had rolled into him, hips grinding against his armor until he could feel me through even the thick durasteel shifting so cruelly between us. Part of me wondered if that fleeting murmur of friction would be enough; if such muted whispers of movement coupled with far too many months of repressed desires might bring him to the edge, and I found myself desperate to find out, to learn what other noises I might draw from him absent true touch.
But then he was pulling away, forehead brushing mine in what should have been affectionate yet earned only a flare of frustration as I strained to chase his lips once more. The breathy chuckle, the smile beaming across his face, the way his chest seemed to swell as he granted me exactly what I wanted for far too short an eternity, kiss nearly chaste amidst the thoughts raging through my mind; I couldnāt try to suppress the quiet groan from catching in my throat as he straightened up, the muffled sound only fueling his glee.
āSorry,ā he whispered, hand slipping so delicately down my cheek that I instantly felt myself melting into it, ājust had to make sure.ā My brows twitched together with confusion for the beat it took to remember how to speak.
āMake sure what?ā I practically mumbled, voice far more hoarse than Iād intended, and he answered only with that stunning smile, free of every memory of pain or loss or guilt for just a moment as he kissed me once more before finally stepping back, scomp still resting lightly around my waist.
āCome on.ā I couldnāt remember the last time Iād seen him like this: light. Happy. Truly happy. And whatever glimmers of my own fears lingered suddenly felt so foolish as I let myself be drawn nearer to him, idly following his every step in those few seconds in which we yet remained hidden from sight, body pressed so perfectly against his that even that damned armor felt inconsequential as I cursed how little distance lay between us and the cabin where light from the surrounding hanger already breached the Marauderās halls to jostle us back to a too impatient present.
Crosshair was waiting out there. As was Hunter⦠and Wrecker⦠And my heart fluttered once more at the trepidation of relearning each of them amidst this new reality. But that trepidation was no longer born of pure dread⦠Despite every sliver of common sense screaming that this was bound to break us, despite the danger constantly looming beyond every corner, I couldnāt deny the real reason my heart was racing as Echo finally stepped away from me in those last few meters to the yawning doorway atop the ramp, his lips still softened with a smile and swollen from my kiss. Despite everything⦠I was excited.
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The instinct to rebel warred with the desire to obey, and the conflict was as delicious as it was discomfiting. There weren't many situations Hunter was willing to be on his knees for.
But Commander Cody was sat before him, brows furrowed slightly as he reviewed the report Hunter had submitted, and for this Hunter would do his best.
Commander Cody didn't fuck about with his subordinates, everyone knew that. Especially not a defective Sergeant so far beneath his notice, but he would watch as they were fucked by their men, and so they found themselves here.
-MayCrossHowzer
Then the heat of Howzerās body is back, and Crosshair is snarling into his mouth even as he struggles to drag in enough breath and dancing spots of shadow-bright appear before his eyes.
āThat all you got?ā he manages, the words rasping out on an exhale which he canāt replace. His lungs burn but he wonāt beg.
āShut up,ā Howzer growls as he bites a vicious kiss into Crosshairās mouth. Teeth shred his lower lip and the iron tang of blood flares between them.
-Soft MayCross
Crosshair froze as he walked into the room, gaze darting restlessly about. The low light, a candlelit table, dinner laid out for two. His hesitation ended momentarily, shoulders sagging in a sigh as he shook his head.
āThis has to stop,ā he said weakly, the protest lacking bite, as he allowed himself to be guided to the chair pulled out for him.
āWhy?ā came Maydayās murmured question, accompanied by a bristly kiss pressed to Crosshairās cheek as he leaned over, tucking the chair in comfortably.
āBecause,ā answered Crosshair vaguely, trying to find the words. He gestured ineffectually, fighting a losing battle between his own anxieties and not wanting to hurt his boyfriend. āBecause I donāt deserve this,ā he bit out at length.
-PolyBatch TechWreck
āNext timeā¦ā
Three pairs of eyes swivelled to him, his interjection enough to distract them from their activities. Tech flushed, a petulant pout creasing his lips into a perfect, kissable curve as he frowned.
āNext time,ā he repeated in the same clipped tone, now he had their attention. āI want a turn. Takingā¦ā He took a breath, rushing the words out before he could change his mind. āTaking Wreckerās big cock.ā
Fic: within you without you by akingnotaprincess / Art by olives-and-lilies
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Summary: So much has changed since the Citadel, including the death of Fives; the man he was supposed to spend his life with is dead. While dealing with immense grief and trauma, Echo feels drawn to Clone Force 99, especially Wrecker and Tech. Ever since they rescued him on Skako Minor he's felt a strangeĀ pullĀ towards them. He wants to get to know them more.
Rating: Explicit
Main Pairing: Echo/Tech/Wrecker
Notes: Omegaverse | Polyamory | Light BDSM | PTSD | Past canonical character death (Fives)
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Art by @olives-and-lilies
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Snippet from chapter 4 (The Datapad):
The Bad Batch are able to be more free than any other clones he's ever met. They are unique, themselves, unapologetic.
And Echo wants them.
But he's supposed to stay here, isn't he? With Rex and the rest of the 501st. It's his place. It's always been his home.
A home that no longer seems like a home.
Echo raises his head, gazes into Tech's eyesādeep and intense, scrutinizing and curious. Eyes that he finds hard to look away from. Echo clears his throat, nods. Finally, he takes the datapad that is being offered to him, that Tech programmed for him. He reaches outāhis fingers curling on the underside of the datapad. He gasps when Tech's fingers move down the back of the datapad, and deliberately runs his gloved fingers over Echo'sāhis touch lingering for a long moment, before pulling backāletting his arm rest by his side. Echo fumbles with his grip briefly, but finally gets a good look at it. It appears normal, has the same matte feel and approximate weight as the datapads he's had in the past. Echo turns it over, and stills. On the back is stamped with his name, his number,Ā andĀ the Batch's skull. The lettering and picture appear fresh, as it was just completed, not worn or discoloured, even the skull.
Echo gives his thanks, hoping that he does not stumble over his words or seems idiotic just standing there stiffly. When Echo raises his head, Tech is smilingāhe has never seen Tech smile before. It's a wonderful smile. It's a big smile. It suits Tech so well. Echo can not help but want to see that smile on Tech's face more often.
Wrecker lets out a booming laugh, and punches Tech's shoulder in a friendly way, that seems to irritate Tech because his smile disappears and he smacks his packmate right back, which only causes Wrecker to laugh harder.
"See? I told ya he'd like it." Wrecker rests his hand on Tech's upper arm, and to Echo's surprise, Tech reaches over with the opposite arm and grasps Wrecker's large hand, running his thumb over his packmate's knuckles. "You had nothin' to worry about, Tech."
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Team 22 for @clonebang 2025
Author: @akingnotaprincess
Artist: @olives-and-lilies
Special thanks: @huntressdarkness, @keeshya6, and the mods of Clone Bang. It goes without saying, but all the thanks to @olives-and-lilies for their beautiful artwork. I feel so lucky. All the updates helped keep me going throughout the writing process and never failed to bring me joy.