#random clone

    "Relax, defusing bombs is what I'm good at!' Wrecker smiled as he looked at the separatist bomb. In truth, he was nervous. However, he was trained to disarm bombs; he had to give it a try.

    Walking to the man, Wrecker tried to comfort him. The faint beeping of a timer sent small amount of fear into the clone. "Do ya know how much time you have?"

    The clone looked nervous. "Is that going to change if you help me or not?"

    Looking back the others, Hunter nodded slightly. Then Wrecker looked at the man in front of him. He had to try no matter what, right? "No."

    Hunter wasn't sure if he was surprised or not. Out of all of them, Wrecker was the most sympathetic to the regs.

    "Four minutes." The man's voice shook as he spoke.

    "Okay. I'm gonna get you out of this." Wrecked did his best to sound confident. There were only two ways this could end; two dead men or none.

    "Wrecker, be careful." Hunter cautioned.

    "Yeah yeah. I've got this!" Approaching the clone, Wrecker started to take a look at the bomb. It was a simple Separatist bomb, nothing he couldn't disarm. However most of the time he didn't have three and a half minutes or a trembling man to deal with.

    There was a small timer. It haunted Wrecker. Looking at the wires, he grabbed the wire cutters. It was only then he realized his hands were shaking.

    Three minutes and fifteen seconds. There were a few different colored wires. A red and blue one stuck out the most. There were yellow and green ones as well; two of each color. Scanning the bomb, Wrecker looked to find where each wire led to.

    Three minutes flat. The yellow and green wires seemed to lead to the timer and part of the explosive mechanisms. The demolitionist couldn't cut them yet. The green one that led to the timer never needed to be cut.

    Two minutes and thirty seconds left before the two men and some others were taken out. "Wrecker, how's it going?" Wrecker didn't answer. Instead he focused on the bomb. Hunter listened to the sound of the timer. It seemed like the only thing he could hear. "Tech, evacuate the area." His brother nodded before started too e people back.

    The red wire was the most clechy of the wires to be the one to cut. Then again blue was pretty cleachay to. That didn't matter. The two wires were hidden deeper in the bomb. They were more likely to bee what he needed. Still Wrecker had figure out which one to cut first. Red or blue?

    Two minutes and two seconds. Two minutes and one second be fore the bomb went off.

    "Are you sure you can do this?" The man's voice shook.

    "Yep." Wrecker lied. He hated that damn clock. Everytime he looked at it, it made him feel worse. His stomach felt like it was doing summersaults. Still, he knew that he was smart. Bombs were his thing so there was no way he could mess this up. Even if he had one minute and forty six seconds left.

    Looking past the wires, Wrecker studied the rest of the bomb. Finding the exploding mechanism should make firming the right wire easier. It took a moment to find; a moment Wrecker was t sure he had.

    Thirty seconds. Red or blue? Unsure, Wrecker staried a little harder. Red or blue?

    Fifteen seconds. Finding the answer he had been looking for, Wrecker gently grabbed the blue wire. He raised his other hand to the wire and placed the wire cutters close around the wire. With seven seconds left, Wrecker cut the blue wire. Then the red. The timer continued but the bomb had been dealt with.

    There was one second on the clock now. Making eye contact with the clone, they waited for it to hit zero. Part of Wrecker feared he would have been wrong and one of the green or yellow wires had to go. To his relief, the two were fine when the clock hit zero.

    Sighing, Wrecker laughed a little. "See? I told you!" He looked back at Hunter and smiled. "I told you."

    "Great. Can we get this thing off me?" The reg held back tears as he spoke.

    "Yep! I'll do that." Slowly, Wrecker released the clone from his no longer explosive prison. "There you go."

    "Thank you. Really, thank you."

    "Eh, it's part of what I'm good for! Say, you want something to eat, reg?"

    "Comet, and sure, that sounds nice."

“Ah! Oh fuck!” Nathan gasped as his bare chest came into contact with the hot metal of the Jeep. The added sting, however, did nothing to dull the sensation of his clone driving into him.

“You like that don’t you? Mm Nathan, always so tight,” the clone groaned as he shoved Nathans face against the hood. His other hand remained painfully gripped onto Nathans hip, and Nathan really wished he’d grab somewhere else. That spot felt overly tender, and he knew there were going to be marks.

“D-Do you know how hot thi—ah!” Nathan sputtered and yelled out as the clone changed his angle.

“Stop talking so much, pretty boy,” the clone said as his hips picked up speed.

Nathan could feel every ridge, every vein of his clones’ dick as it drove in him. It hurt, it burned, and oh fuck it felt good. Every thrust shook his body and made him press further into the desert hot vehicle. Maybe fucking in the middle of the Kalahari wasn’t the best idea, but even the sting from the metal and the distracting groaning of the rocking Jeep couldn’t make him regret it.

“Actually,” the clone said as he leaned down and swiped the flat of his tongue over Nathan’s ear lobe, “keep talking. Tell me how much you like my cock up your ass.”

“S-Shit! You’re a-a dirty fuck. You know that?” Nathan managed to choke out as stars danced across his vision. His own member throbbed against the Jeeps’ fender, begging to be touched. If he could reach the damn thing he would, but his clones merciless pounding made it impossible to shift too far without being pounded straight back into the unforgiving hot metal.

Behind him, Nathans clone chuckled. “You’re the one full of yourself. Get it? Full of yourself?” He let go of Nathans hair so he could hold onto the treasure hunters other hip and Nathan braced himself for the new onslaught.

Nathan choked back a sob as his clone took a new angle. His toes could barely touch the sand and all he could do was hold try not to faint. Sweat rolled down his body, he could feel drool rolling down his chin, and precum was gluing his thighs to the Jeep. He wanted release, and the minimal attention to his throbbing member wasn’t helping. Pleasure shot up his back with each thrust, but it only increased his desperation. He’d never come like this, and he was fairly sure his clone was content to keep it that way.

“L-Let me-gah! Let me c-come,” he sobbed again as the pressure in his abdomen peaked.

“Yeah you’d like that wouldn’t you?” the clone mocked. “You wanna come so I can fill up that pretty little ass?”

Pride be damned. His witty humor flew out the window at the possibility of release.

“Yes! Please!” he begged.

“Please what?” Nathan didn’t have to see him to know the clone was grinning. Smug bastard.

“Fill me up, fuck me raw, take my damned kidney I don’t care! Just let me come,” he growled and bucked back against his clone in a desperate attempt for more friction.

His clone laughed, but Nathan whined as he felt one of the clones’ hands leave his hip. He half expected that hand to go somewhere completely unrelated to his aching need. For his clone to laugh again and tell him what a dirty whore he was for begging to prettily. But that merciful hand did slip between him and the chafing metal. It did wrap around him, and Nathan yelled out as it started to fist him tightly.

The stars danced around his vision again as he lost control of his vocal cords. He didn’t even know half of the obscenities he was saying. He could have been begging for the Pope to spank him with a paddle and he wouldn’t have known. It just felt too good. That thrusting cock in his ass was no longer a persistent pressure and instead, coupled with his hand, was an onslaught of pleasure that Nathan had never experienced with another person. Each thrust going in made him feel like he was going to die, and each one going out made him wish he would.

His body seized, and he wailed as he finally came. His whole body shook and tensed, and his essence made an audible sound as it splattered across the fender of the Jeep. His clone continued to pound the orgasm out of him until Nathan was sure he’d come more than physically possible.

It wasn’t until the clone came to a shuddering stop that Nathan realized how hard he was panting. His breaths came in ragged heaves, and his skin burned where the friction of sweat and metal had rubbed it raw. Every part of his naked body had either been rubbed to oblivion, or was close to getting third degree burns from the African sun. His ass was full of another man’s come, his back was aching in a way that he knew was going to be agonizing if given a few more minutes, and he swore the Jeep had shifted a few feet during this wild interlude.