#recho

Echo, who was very much aware of the effect he had on Rex, smirked for just a second before Rex gripped him by the shoulders and yanked him into another heated kiss. Their breaths mingled and their tongues danced, sliding over one another and muffling the groans of the men. Echo broke away first, panting.

“This,” he said, his voice a low growl as he plucked at Rex’s upper blacks, “off. Now.”

Rex shivered again before doing as he was told. Now bare-chested, he began to slip out of his pants, but Echo stopped him.

“And mine,” he said, and Rex could hear the barest hint of trepidation in his brother's voice

“Really?” Rex asked, surprised by the new step in their post-mission ritual.

“Yes. Do it before I change my mind,” Echo said, the hesitance gone. Rex simply nodded and pulled Echo’s shirt off and over his head before he tossed it aside.

Rex couldn’t help but look Echo up and down. In the cobalt blue of hyperspace, his pale skin seemed to glow, with the light catching and reflecting over the alterations he’d been forced to undergo. He tried not to stare for too long, knowing how self conscious it would make Echo, but Echo surprised Rex again.

Echo took hold of Rex’s hand and held it over his own heart, Rex’s palm resting gently over the small plate that had been installed into Echo’s sternum. Rex could faintly feel his thundering heartbeat and he cautiously traced his fingers around the edge of the plate and the other places where metal met skin, making Echo shiver and gasp softly.

Taking a chance, Rex slouched down enough to leave a trail of soft kisses around Echo’s alterations, starting with the ports near his collarbone, then moving to his chest. Rex looked up at Echo for any indication that he should stop, but found none. In fact, Echo had relaxed against him, the former ARC’s head tilted back and his eyes shut as he bit his lower lip.

Moving with more confidence, Rex came to a stop at one of Echo’s nipples, and began to lick and nip at the hardening, sensitive buds. Rex’s hand made sure Echo’s other side felt no neglect, rolling it between a thumb and forefinger before pulling it softly but firmly, eliciting a hushed moan from the man.

Emboldened by this, Rex continued to explore his way down Echo’s torso, pausing every now and then to run the tip of his tongue around whatever ports he came across.

Now on his knees, Rex hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Echo’s lower blacks and looked up at him, silently asking permission. It was granted with a nod, and Rex quickly slipped the material down to Echo’s knees. He paused, giving Echo the opportunity to undress himself fully. When Echo stood back straight, his hard cock was at Rex’s eye level. Rex licked his lips and leaned in before stopping himself.

“Please Rex,” Echo said, his voice a cautious whisper.

“Anything for you Echo,” Rex said, before opening his mouth and taking Echo’s cock into his mouth and throat.

Instinctively, Echo’s hand flew to Rex’s head and tangled into his hair, grounding himself as Rex started to slowly suck him off, taking him a little deeper with each bob of his head.

While focusing on the taste and weight of Echo’s cock against his tongue, Rex reached up and took hold of the end of Echo’s scomp link, gingerly running his thumb along the edge of it and making Echo shiver with a loud gasp.

The desperate frenzy that usually painted their post-mission hookups had cooled the moment Echo let Rex remove his blacks for the first time. Rex had gotten a fair look at Echo’s body during and after his rescue from Skako Minor, but since then Echo had always kept himself under wraps, so to speak. Rex knew that Echo trusted him, but to be given unfettered access to his changed body reinforced this in a way that filled Rex’s chest with something light but warm.

Rex was pulled out of these thoughts when Echo suddenly pulled back, freeing himself from Rex’s throat. Worried that he may have done something wrong, Rex stands and meets Echo’s eyes, looking for anything that would indicate such.

Instead of that, Rex found Echo watching him with a soft expression that made his heart race. Echo slid his hand into Rex’s waistband, gripped Rex’s own throbbing cock, and kissed him, hard. When the two had to break apart for air, Echo spoke.

“These too,” he said, “I want them off.”

Rex nodded and immediately complied, ridding himself of the garment in record time.

Echo took hold of Rex by the shoulder again, then spun him around to face the wall. Rex, understanding, leaned forward and pushed his hands against the wall while arching his back and standing with his feet apart.

It seemed that Echo was full of surprises that night. Where Rex expected a finger or two, working him open, he was instead met with a firm, wet pressure that made him moan.

Echo ate his former captain’s ass as though it was his last meal, relishing in the groans and mewls coming from the man above him. After a minute, Echo continued this, but with the added bonus of his hand back on Rex’s cock with a firm grip. He watched Rex’s knees started to tremble, and recognized that it was time to get to business. He withdrew his face, making Rex whine at his sudden absence.

Echo spat onto Rex’s hole a few times, then, starting with one finger, carefully began to work the man open. He steadily moved, adding a second finger and eventually a third. Rex cursed from above him.

“Fuck Echo,” he panted, “I need you, please.”

Echo slipped his fingers back out of Rex’s hole and took him by the shoulder again before leading him to the pilot's seat. Echo sat, and Rex began to lower himself into his lap, facing away from him, but Echo stopped him.

“I want you to see me,” he said, and Rex, surprised yet again, turned around to face him.

Rex widened his stance and straddled Echo in the chair before carefully and oh so slowly sinking onto his hard cock. He couldn’t help the whimper that escaped him as he was stretched open, but he loved the feeling.

In the GAR, there were many expectations placed upon him as a captain, including one that remained unspoken. The captain must always be in charge. After a few too many drinks at 79’s, he confessed his real preference to Fives and Echo, who both took it upon themselves to take Rex for themselves whenever he needed it. Nobody else knew, not even his other partners.

But Rex didn’t have to pretend any more. Being placed in charge of an entire rebellion was exhausting, and Echo always knew what he really needed; right now he needed to give over control, and Echo seemed more than ready to take it.

Once Rex was fully seated onto Echo’s cock, Echo began to slowly roll his hips in a circular motion, teasing him.

“F-fuck Ech, don’t make me beg,” he whined, making Echo chuckle darkly.

“Well,” Echo said, “since you’ve been so good to me tonight-.”

And with that, Echo gripped Rex hard, his hand digging into Rex’s ass while the scomp link pressed into his hip. Rex instinctively pulled his knees up and settled into a kind of kneeling position in Echo’s lap. Echo growled his approval and began to vigorously thrust himself into Rex, relishing every needy sound he could pull from the other man.

Rex meanwhile, his eyes rolling into his head as he gasped and moaned, was exactly where he needed to be. His mind was blissfully blank, save for one thought:

“Alive. Alive. Alive.”

Rex leaned forward and clashed his mouth into Echo’s, and the two of them once again tasted each other. When they broke apart, panting for air, Rex spoke.

“You’re beautiful, Echo. You may not see it, but I do. You’re here, you're alive, and I never want to lose you again.”

“Rex?” Echo said, his thrusts abruptly stopping.

“I’m yours.”

Echo was at a loss for words, but his subconscious seemed to know exactly what to say. Moving automatically, he leaned in and their lips met. The two sighed into each other and held each other close, steadily rocking their bodies together.

Echo’s thrusts resumed, but nowhere near the punishing pace he had set before.

“Rex,” he said, his voice a whisper, “when I heard about the crash, I thought-.”

“It’s okay, Echo. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good. Don’t scare me like that again.”

Cycles worth of internal thoughts and words escaped the two of them over the next few minutes, and the talking only ended when Rex had this to say:

“Mark me, Echo. I want everyone to see who I belong to.”

With that, their energy returned to its previous frenzied level. Echo began fucking into Rex as hard as he could, making him whine and cry out unashamedly. Neither of them cared who could hear. Echo moved his scomp to Rex’s lower back, freeing his left hand, which quickly found its home around Rex’s precum-dripping cock. Knowing he was close, Echo doubled his efforts in addition to stroking Rex off.

Rex’s entire body spasmed, but still he did not come. Echo, remembering what Rex had asked of him, took a deep breath before lunging forward and biting into the side of Rex’s neck, sucking a large, dark mark there. The moment Echo’s teeth met his skin, Rex cursed loudly and his body locked up as he came, shooting thick white spurts upwards onto his chest.

Echo leaned down and licked Rex clean, then kissed him again, passing the collected cum back into Rex’s mouth. Rex broke away with a swallow and a shiver, and Echo, who had managed to hold himself back for this long, finally let go, allowing himself to fill Rex with everything he had.

Rex collapsed forward, his chest against Echo’s, and winced while Echo pulled out. Rex could feel himself leaking, but didn’t have the energy to care. He sat up just enough to rest their foreheads together, and as the two came down from their highs and caught their breath, there was nowhere else in the galaxy they’d rather be.

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“A little. Guess I got used to the sounds of the ship cruising through hyperspace,” he admitted.

Rex hummed in understanding. “I get it. You get so used to something that it’s just ingrained in you. Any change of scenery can be jarring.”

Silence fell between them again, and Echo hated that it felt awkward. Things hadn’t been like this since before they’d shared their first kiss in the fresher and Echo stayed on Kamino for ARC Trooper training. Longing ached in his chest, and more than anything he just wanted to know if things had changed. Did Rex still dream of his kisses, yearn for his touch on his skin? Was there anything left of the passion they’d once shared after long campaigns, any love left over from the quiet nights they made love under the stars the flew by?

Echo’s fingers twitched, uncertainty warming his face. Rex was right here. He only needed to ask, but would that make things weird? So much had changed, HE had changed. He wasn’t even a full man anymore thanks to the experiments that the Techno Union put him through. He frowned and furrowed his brows in thought.

“What’s wrong?” Rex asked him quietly, and Echo barely resisted the soft gasp that breathed past his lips when Rex trailed his knuckles tenderly over his cheek. “You look like you’re trying to solve all of the problems in the galaxy behind your eyes.”

A flush continued to darken Echo’s cheeks and his heart skipped a beat. He wanted nothing more than to love Rex again and return to the way things were during the war. A dark, inward laugh caught him off-guard. Wishing for war seemed counterproductive, but that time was easier and had less uncertainty. At least he knew who he was then. Now there was just a husk in his pace. How could Rex fall back in love with him when he was hardly himself anymore?

He didn’t realize he’d started crying until Rex was gently wiping the tears from his eyes. His lip wobbled, and Rex was understanding as he brought Echo closer, wrapping him in a secure embrace. Echo’s breath hitched as the tears came on their own now, and damned himself for letting this get to him.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Rex soothed and cradled him close. He didn’t care that Echo was crying on his bare chest, just that he was crying in the first place. “I’ve got you, cyare.”

Cyare. It’d been so long since Rex had called him that, and his heart skipped a beat as he clung tighter to Rex, wishing he could hold him properly again, wishing he didn’t have this damned scomp attached to him.

“I keep thinking about us,” Echo whispered, “the way we used to be.”

Rex nodded, and Echo melted when he felt lips press to the top of his head. “And?”

“…and I want it back. I missed you, Rex.” The admission rang loud and clear despite being muffled against taut skin, and Echo felt his chin being tipped up. Before he knew it, Rex was slotting their lips together the way they used to, soft and calming, bringing him down from the height of emotions that controlled him like he’d done during the war.

Echo couldn’t breathe, but it was the best feeling in the galaxy to be breathless from Rex’s kiss and Rex’s hands rubbing his back. It ignited him, gave him hope, and when Rex pulled back it was only to wipe more of Echo’s tears away.

“I thought you’d grown out of me,” Rex confessed as he cradled Echo’s face in his hands.

Echo shook his head. He didn’t know what to say to that. All this time he thought Rex was better off without him, but Rex had been waiting for him. Guilt tore at him, but Rex chased the feeling away with another kiss.

“Sorry,” Echo breathed, “I should have told you sooner.”

Rex sighed and smiled softly and he idly ran his hands over Echo’s body. “I wanted to give you a chance to grow without me holding you back, and you did. I couldn’t be more proud of you.”

A smile finally tugged at the corner of Echo’s lips, and eventually the tears dried as Rex kissed him over and over again. Warmth took the place of the cold chill that had settled in Echo’s bones, and he shivered when they laced their fingers together for the first time in years. He might be different, but his hands still fit perfectly in Rex’s. For now, that was enough.

Stifling a yawn, Echo nuzzled into him. “I don’t know how I was going to share a bed with you and be able to sleep without clearing things up.”

“Well, maybe we can both get some sleep now,” Rex joked. At first Echo winced, thinking he had been keeping Rex awake, but his Captain smiled sheepishly. “I couldn’t sleep either.”

Sighing with relief, Echo chuckled. “We’re real idiots, aren’t we?”

“Oh, I’m not,” Rex countered, “but maybe if you had just stayed with me…”

A playful smile grew on his lips and Echo rolled his eyes. “I take it back.”