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Could they really have been this stupid ?  Fuck. They wouldn’t hear the end of this from Junior, not once he finds out. They may as well be dead by the time he finds out. FUCK ! 

Interrogation after interrogation, they’d been there for at least twenty hours. And they were already sober at this point. The buzz of the overhanging lights causes a never-ending sound in their head, making them wish they could grip their head in pain. They yanked once more on the cuffs on their wrists. Chains on each cuff with the chain itself are attached in a thick metal loop on the table. Pulling on the restraints as if it would fix anything.

Couldn’t they just flip the table ?  They’d done it so many times before, that the Coruscant Guard got smart and bolted the tables down. Fucking pricks. Even yanking on them again, pushing the chair out from under them and yanking harder. It didn’t work. Much like the last ten or so tries they’d had. Even being sober their strength isn’t the greatest, so their not sure if they're doing it in an attempt to go insane or get attention. 

“ Thorn ! “  They yelled out, looking up towards the gray camera in the corner of the room. They had asked for ibuprofen almost an hour ago, or what felt like an hour ago. And of course, the stupid buzzing was getting worse from the overhang lights

“ Thorn, please. “ They beg their voice sweet and sultery, almost begging. “ At least turn the lights down ? “ They plead with the Commander in hopes he’d give them the relief of a dimmer light at the minimum. But when they still stood staring, squinting at the camera, no relief came. 

They screamed in frustration, yelling as they continued to pull at their restraints. Their scream piercing and sounded like a person having a meltdown. Maybe this was a meltdown. It didn’t feel like one, bt fuck the buzzing felt like it was scrapping against their brain. Even as they continued to pull and continue their ‘tantrum’ it took a moment for a single thing to happen about it. But, the lights finally dimmed down. They stop as the light dims down to half the intensity it had been. They breathed a sigh of relief and swallowed. They hadn’t exactly expected them throwing a tantrum would ever help the situation. But perhaps Thorn was pitying them.

“ Thanks . . . “ They say, begrudgingly.

Pulling their chair by one foot they pull it back to the table and sit, scooting every so slightly forward before they could get their hands and elbows to rest on the cold surface. Although there was a second chair, no one had sat in it for over an hour or so. Or maybe it was longer, or shorter. They couldn’t tell, they didn’t want to know how long they’d been stuck in the interrogation room. Why ?  Because all the actual cells were doubled up, or over capacity. At least that’s how both Thorn and Stone had told them during interrogation. Most certainly full of people who had no crimes, or so little a crime it was hard to believe they had been thrown in a cell to begin with. 

But them ?  They were only in here every other goddamn day. Enough to have thrown them into the same interrogation room too many times to count. Enough to know many of the guards by name, though they can’t say they have favorites, Thorn and Fox seem to be what Jewels could call a favorite. 

They sigh, muttering a curse in ryl under their breath. Their frustration brought their forehead down to the cold metal earning a hiss from their mouth, upset at their situation. Even though it was their own doing.

They had done this to themselves. They had gotten into trouble and were at a very illegal party with very illegal drugs that they were dealing. They’d never heard the end of it from their brother, Junior. If they’d ever hear from him. Their impending doom was inevitable at some point. But they’d known the Coruscant Guard for as long as they’ve been around. And they’d known the police force before them. It all had been about six or seven years on the streets selling, indulging, just being. The previous police force had no real quarrel with them. Some even had a deal with Junior, or even worse, their father. It felt wrong some days, but maker did they not have the strength to stop. The ability to stop. The itching sensation of withdrawal had already crept up their spine. Headache and slight nausea. The bright lights only contribute to it more. So as the lights had dimmed it felt like a godsend. 

“ Taking a nap ? “ The familiar tinge of a voice came through, ringing in their ears. Fox. Finally, after what felt like days of them alone in a brightly lite room, now turned dim. They didn’t intend for Fox specifically, but, they know from previous experiences that not many other Shock troopers can handle the druggie well. Hell, they remember the first time Hound interrogated them, and they made the poor trooper start sobbing.

“ Oh look, it’s my favorite Commander, “ They gently jab back at his tease as they look up and see the Commander. His red and white plastoid clashed together to make noise as he moved. Stopping, he stared out the observation window. It was usually one-sided, with onlookers able to look in while people in the room could not. For now, it was tinted as a two-way bullet proof window. People could look in, and similarly, they could see people walk by. 

“ Here I thought Thorn was your favorite. “ He teased, though he wasn’t nearly as playful sounding as usual. A tinge of either frustration or exhaustion was hinted in his voice.  But they knew he was only teasing. They expected he’s probably stressed to hell right now. But their not above pushing their luck. Fox stressed, or not.

“ Come to think of it, “ They start, shifting in their chains. “ Thorn is the only commander who takes care of me. “  They coo as if to imply that Thorn had done something off-book. Sure, Thorn had once or twice done something for them that would have been seen as going off-book, or perhaps even seen as too friendly. But its nothing more than a friendly gesture. But even then, they were no snitch. And it had only been bottles of water or even a snack from the break room.

“ Oh ? “ He questions, they can tell even from behind his helmet that his brow is raised in curiosity as his head turns toward them. “ How so ? “  

His inquiry almost caused the silver-dyed nat-born to blush as they clenched their teeth. The way his voice pulled through his visor was so familiarly attractive. It haunted their every good dream. Plaguing their mind with fantasies that would never happen. And with memories of fucking some other clone like it was him. Not that they would ever admit that in a hundred years. Instead, they calmed the heat on their face and smirked slightly to regain what little control they had.

“ I had a headache, and he turned the light down for me. “  They respond as Fox takes a step forward. 

“ Oh, did he now ? “ He spoke back, stepping towards them, closer. He was close enough that They could hear his coms through his helmet and hear Thorn’s apology. 

“ He did. So nice of him, hm ? “ They respond. They turn their head to their side, having to tilt their head up to look at the six-foot Coruscant Guard. His proximity doing a number on their heartbeat as it beat harshly in their chest. Stomach filled with their favorite feeling of exhilaration. The familiar and exhilarating ecstasy that only drugs and sex have been known to give them. They almost loathed Fox because of it. What made him so damn special to make them feel this way ?  What had made him so damn desirable in their eyes ?  They’d never even seen his actual face.

The Commander didn’t say anything back and instead walked over to the other side of the table, slapping a folder on the metal table. They raise an eyebrow as the clone sits. He opens the folder and hums. There's a momentary silence between them both as he reads over and scans the contents. The file currently is thin and most likely only a page wide. But their certain they have a collective folder from previous arrests, and that this was just for the event from twenty or so hours ago. 

“ What were you doing in that warehouse ? “ He questions without any warning of where he’s going with this. Or why. Usually, their conversations had playful banter and teasing and they’d be more willing to answer questions correctly. Though now, they were fully sober and feeling the pain of a harsh headache while being more than likely dehydrated. 

“ Hmmm, well i was hooking up with this lovely girl, your girlfriend, “  They say clutching their hands together and leaning their chin on top of them, elbows on the table. The chains from their cuffs halted most of their movement as the chains suspended from the cuffs to the loop on the table.

“ Jewels, “ He warns, but the smirk that’s plastered on their face sustains. 

“ The whole time I was eating her out- “ they were interrupted by their name, again.

“ Jewels, “ He warned again, louder, but Jewels kept going. Kept pushing.

“ She was screaming me praises about how good I was, and how shit you are in bed. I made her orgasm more times than you can count. “ They boast, brag even as if it wasn’t a complete lie just to piss him off. Their words were not chosen carefully enough as this time he spared no effort for patience. His gloved hand hooked and pulled on the chain, causing the human to be pulled forward. Their hands knocked off their elbows and chin bashed into the table. 

“ Jewels, “ His voice aching with pure frustration as he yanked harder as he raised his voice. Their breath caught in their throat like they’d been knocked the wind out of. Their cuffs were completely pulled to the end of the middle of the table, wrists pressed together in a tight hold, no doubt either bruising or chaffing harshly into their skin. 

“ Fucking shit !! “ They hiss their chin hurting as they lift their head from the table staring at the Coruscant Guard. They’re lucky their nose didn’t break because it definitely would have if their face planted into the table instead. “ Fucking sith-hells, Fox ! “ 

“ It’s Commander Fox, “ He growled back, leaning half over the table as he held the chain with one hand. Causing Jewels to swallow. Never in their time being arrested, interrogated, or manhandled had he ever been this rough. Sure, he’d been more than fine with pushing or shoving them, maybe even cuffing or detaining them with slight force. But nothing to the extent of truly being this rough. 

They held their ground. They knew they were sober enough to know this was real. This was not a spice trip-induced fantasy. Then what the hell was actually happening right now ?

“ You answer my questions, “ He demands, “ Or i’ll continue to use unorthodox methods to get my answers. “ He finishes his statement with the most sincere voice they think they’ve ever heard from this man. He slowly lets go of the chain, causing the chain to fall back on the table and release the pressure on their wrists. They are able to finally sit back in their chair. Their wrists feel sore, but it isn’t anything they’ve never felt before, or dealt with. Instead, they rub both their wrist before putting them back on the table. 

“ What were you doing at the warehouse ? “ He asks again. This time there is genuine consideration in their eyes as they stare at Fox. They’re weighing their options. There’s too much stake in this. They’re well aware the commander could physically hurt them, and harm them. But if they lied and continued to lie to save their father and brother's skins, their punishment would be a lot worse than a broken face, or bones.

“ Raving, it was a rave. “ They reply as if it’s an obvious answer. He is clearly impatient as he stares them down through the visor on his helmet. An audible growl hissed through his helmet’s modulator. He’s not happy, it’s obvious they're testing the very limits the very stressed commander has, and it’s a bit frightening.

“ What were you doing at the rave. “ He asks again, this time clearly gritting his teeth. The blue-eyed human stares at him blankly. They are careful not to convey their emotions through their features, which is difficult with him being so intense, straining the former playful energy with a tense atmosphere.

“ Dancing, eating, drinking. Ya know the bartender was so sweet, they made me a sex on the beach and complimented me all night. Such a lovely guy, honestly i think if you were there- “ They start to ramble trying to cut the growing tension between them. But they're cut off but his fist slams against the table. They shift in their chair with their breath caught in their throat. 

“ Thorn, “ Fox says pressing his com button with two fingers, on the left side of his helmet. 

“ Yeah, Fox ? “ Thorn inquires back as Jewels sits in absolute silence. Their breath is shallow and their scared to breathe. At this point they're almost certain he’s had enough of them, and going to beat the shit of them for not complying with the ‘right answers.’ Could he tell they were little half-truths and not the full truth ?  Or had he completely lost faith in their ability to tell the truth ?

“ Turn off the camera. “ Fox orders and it’s clear Thorn is struggling to understand as Jewel’s eyes widen. “ Sir I don't- “ Thorn starts but he too is cut off by the intense energy Fox is displaying.  Even though Thorn has just as much say in the matter as a ranking officer in the gar. It’s clear by the tone in Thorn’s voice this has never happened before, and he finds it questionable. If they weren’t facing the possibility of being sent to prison, Jewels would almost find it sweet that Thorn is concerned.

“ Turn. Them. Off. “ Fox demands and without any more hesitation the Commander turns the camera off. The red light dimmed as it powered down, and they felt their heart drop in their stomach. Without another order the Commander gets up from his seat, walking towards the door panel and messing with the buttons. The lights remain dim, but the viewing window on the left side dulls into a blank black, presumably shutting it off. Shit, he really is going to beat the answers out of them. They swallow, terrified of what is to come. 

“ ‘Cmon Fox, enough messing around. “ They try and joke as their voice is barely there. Their voice crackles slightly like it’s breaking. They're nervous, anxious, and terrified of what he’ll do. The usual teasing and gentle, serious man completely shifted from their playful banter to a tone of tension and silence. A dominating and demanding nature arises. He has never been this intense, nor this obviously upset or distressed about something. There was more to this than just Jewels not complying with the full truth. 

“ It’s Commander, leralta. “ He corrects, darkness laced in his voice as his steps draw closer to the table. His hands gripped the chain again pulling it back to the edge. It’s slower than the slam before, but it pulls the prisoner from their seat.

 The name is new, and so is this tactic. They’ve never done this before. Their eyes show confusion and general fear as he grabs a key from his pocket. Confusion plastered on their face and he un-cuffs one hand, gripping their wrist tightly. In an instant, they try to pull back but are quickly stopped. Grabbing both their wrist tightly, Fox makes it clear he’s not messing around. And even if they managed to wiggle free of their cuffs, he still had a blaster holstered to his side and a locked door.

“ tsk tsk, be a good leralta, listen, and stay still. “  His voice retains his serious tone but it’s lighter than before, almost bold. It’s playful but laced with darkness in his voice, something they’d never experienced from anyone, let alone him. His grip loosens, Jewels being too afraid to move stays put, eyes taking in the whole thing. Chest pressed against the table and arms stretched out across it, breathing shallow as they carefully watched him wrap the chain around several times between the two cuffs and re-cuff their wrist. The chain is now tightly fixed to the center of the table leaving the poor human sprawled across it. 

The front of their thighs pressed into the side of the table, standing on their feet. Their chest pressed against the cold metal. And without the jacket they’d come in with, they would be shivering from the cold metal immediately.

“ F-Fox- ? “ They start but are interrupted by a gloved hand in their hair, pulling it to look him in the eyes through his visor. It’s a tight pull, his gloved hands feel weird in their silvery hair. But it pulls all the same, demanding them to look at him.

“ Choose your words carefully, “ He warns, the lowness in his voice never ceasing. They swallow. 

“ Commander, I- “ They nervously start, “ I’ll um, be honest if you are honest with me. “  They proposition. His gloved hand was removed from their locks, hoping he’d consider their offer. But what they weren’t expecting was the hiss of his helmet removing. His helmet was placed on the far side of the table, not that Jewels could reach it. Instead, their eyes were fixed on the man in front of them. Short charcoal dark curls covered the top of his head, sides shaved with streaks of gray, it almost looked soft, and certainly well maintained. While his eyes stared at them, swirls of darkness mixed with brown chocolate eyes. It stirred a warm mess in their chest, hot, heavy, and full of want. 

He’d never done that before. He’s never taken his helmet off before, and they realize they’ve never seen his face before. A noticeable, horizontal scar over the bridge of his nose. A smaller vertical scar over a small part of his jawline on his left side. It trails a bit down his neck but it’s smaller than the one across his nose. They don’t notice the small scar over his right temple, but at the moment their just trying to comprehend that during this entire ordeal, he’s taken off his helmet.

“ Hm, how about I ask a question, you answer honestly and then maybe I’ll let you ask a question back. “ He replies, sitting down on the metal chair. He spreads his legs apart, elbows resting on knees and hands clasped together as he rests his chin on top of them. His chair is far enough away from he table for them to see him, and his still intimidating figure.

“ O- Okay. “ They agree as they stare at him in their awkward position. Looking deeply into his brown eyes. They’ve seen them so many times in other men, but his are so different. A familiar shade of brown, but they could swear a hint of a darker brown in his left iris. A swirl of soft shades of brown pleasing to their own blue colored iris.

“ What were you doing at the rave, in the warehouse ? “ Although worded differently it held a deeper weight to it now. They swallow, their heart racing, thighs clenched together as his eyes stared hungrily back at them. A pool of arousal flooded their stomach and their panties. Fuck he’s hot. 

“ Selling spice. “ They finally answer, with truth and honesty. His eyebrow raised. Was this the answer he wanted ?  Expected ? Fuck, they're in too deep now. They can’t go back. They can’t take back a confession. They swallow as the realization they can never go home settles in their chest. 

“ So the leralta can listen. “  He teases, his playful nature shining through. But it held so much more in his voice. And the nickname, what does leralta even mean ?  They try to compose themselves but find it difficult. A mixture of emotions they’ve never had the pleasure of feeling sober bleeding through them as their stomach twists.

“ You answered honestly, now I will allow you to ask one yourself. Better make it count. “ He spoke again, curious about what they might ask. They swallow and search their mind, but it’s so full of thoughts. Dirty thoughts. Even as they try to pick out the real question they want to ask, it’s overshadowed by the further dread that cemented itself in them. They needed to know if he was going to hurt them. They can think about the consequences of their confession later.

“ What . . . What are you going to do to me ? “ Their question passes their lips before they can even think about how to word it better. But it’s already slipped past him. It’s a bizarre question their sure, but it’s possible he was willing to hurt them. He chuckles darkly, a smile across his lips like he finds the question amusing. It causes a bitter feeling of butterflies to twist in their stomach instead. 

“ Only good things, if you listen. “ He answers with a sense of excitement behind them. He hasn’t touched them besides their wrists, if he was going to hurt them wouldn’t he have already ?  They feel better about this realization but it only causes a small flush of heat on their cheeks.

“ Is that what you want, leralta ? “  He asks, almost tauntingly as he does so. Is he asking permission ? Consent ? Their heart races as their eyes show a pleading they’ve never dared show to the Commander before. Their excited to find out what he means. But they’d be lying if they said there wasn’t hesitation. Did they really want to ruin the dynamic between them ?  This was not just crossing a line for them, but for him as well. If anyone found out about it, he’d more than likely be court marshaled. Or worse, decommissioned. 

They swallow, once again weighing their options as the commander waits for their reply. His eyes show how eager he feels, had he thought about it too ?  The near thought was taboo itself. But all the same arousing and slightly amusing. Every second that passes by them, they can sense his own anxieties about it. So they do what has been on their mind for what feels like years. 

“ Yes Commander Please, “ They practically beg, pathetically, giving him any permission he needs to do what his sick little mind has wanted to do since they first opened their mouth. 

His eyes darken, standing to his feet and slowly, torturously walks towards them. The near way he walks towards them makes their skin shiver, and boots heavy against the cement floor as he walks around the bolted-down table. Their eyes follow him, but before their head can turn to their left, his gloved fingers tangle in their short hair leaning in, his left hand plastered on the table palm down. They can barely see him out of the corner of their eyes, even with their head tilted to their left. It strains their neck to do so but they don’t care.

“ You want me to fuck you against this table ? “  Fox whispers into their ear, pulling their hair back as his hot breath hits against their ear. His lips were only centimeters away from their ear. They can hear him breathing as his plastoid clanks on the table as he lays his arm down to lean in closer. They only focused on the words he’s asked them.

“ M-Ma-Maker- “ They stutter, swallowing what little pride they had left. “ Ye-yes, “  They respond, a soft whimper leaving them as he lets go of their hair. 

“ Such a needy toy, “ He hums, his voice trailing behind them as he moves. They feel as his gloved hands trace around the back of their waistband before he slowly hikes up their shirt and jacket, his gloved hands rubbing the small of their back, slightly curved as he grips at their flesh for a moment. They shiver silently against the warm leather against their skin as it slides down back to their waistband, hooking two fingers into their pants and pulling them down. A small gasp leaves them as the front of their thighs press into the cold metal side of the table, thighs bare and warm against the cold metal.

Pulling their pants down slowly, he makes sure his gloves brush up against their thighs, down to their calves before trailing back up. As he makes his way back up, both his gloved hand cups and squeezes their ass. A small surprised gasp escapes them as fingers sneak between their thighs and rub against their clothed flesh. 

“ If asked, will you provide where you get your spice from ? “ Fox asks, toying with them as he asks his interrogation questions. Rubbing softly against their clothed pearl with his index finger to ensure a quicker answer, his other hand grabbed onto the metal table.

“ I-I can’t do that- “ They reply, frantically trying to hold it together. They can’t tell him, not unless they know they're protected. But even then, the deep fear in the pit of their stomach is dulled by the sensation of the slow circles across their clothed heat. 

He is not pleased by this answer, stopping and pulling the piece of clothing from exposing their cunt down far enough it’s not in the way, letting more cold air hit their flesh. It all feels so cold when you're burning with heated desire. Without a warning he presses a gloved finger into the slick, pressing into the wet warmth earning a gasping sound as a reaction. 

“ Let’s try that again, Leralta. “ He says, pulling out his finger before he slides two gloved fingers in its place. The burning sensation mixed with a twist of pleasure from how large his fingers were, lightly stretching them. It caused the nat-born human to whimper against it. This is a new experience altogether. Burning leather pressed in and out of their heat to coerce a response.

“ Oo-Okay okay,  i-i will. I will. “ They try to say with as little sound of whimpering or moaning as they could. This earned them a slow curl of his fingers, applying pressure as he slowly, and painfully moved his gloved fingers inside them. 

“ And you’ll provide a list of people you sold to today, as well ? “ He asks as Jewels mewled from his actions. Maker, why’d he have to be so good at making them feel this way ?

“ Ye-yes ! M-Ma-Maker, anything ! “ They complied in hopes he would go faster. Or relieve them of their release. 

“ Good toy, “ He praised, increasing his speed much to their pleasure as he listened to them heave their breath and softly moan to keep quiet, the burning sensation not fading. But then he stopped, pulling his fingers out and removing his glove with his teeth, throwing both his gloves onto the table. They try not to whine from the missed friction, burning and all, it felt so heavenly against their heated cunt. Why couldn’t he just fuck them already ? 

His knees finally made contact with the floor as his hands gripped their hips trailing before giving their ass a squeeze before giving it a slap, watching it promptly bounce a bit. Jewels tried not to yelp at the action, his bare hand on their skin was rougher than the leather had been. He couldn’t help but let out a low growl, reverberating in his chest as he pulled their underwear down further and out of his way. His left hand gripped tightly onto their thigh fat as his unclothed right thumb slowly trailed across their slick before meeting their sensitive pearl. He trailed gentle circles into their clint, humming very pleased by the small moan and mewl from the nat-born human. He feels rather jealous about other men having touched what he is now, but he doesn’t let himself think about it. Instead, focusing on the quiet whimpers and huffs they give him. Their breath heaved and moans soft, yet quiet as they try their best not to struggle against the ecstasy.

“ Your sounds are so pretty. “  He hummed as they only continued to quietly moan trying to come up with a reply but failing to form words. Without another word, his tongue met face to face into their cunt. Earning an even louder moan as he started to eat them out. Gripping tightly into their thigh for support as his other thumb rolled harder circles into their clit. Moaning relentlessly, they tried to keep it to a minimum even as his curls tickled parts of their ass. 

“ F-Fuck- “  Jewels cursed as they muffled themselves into their arm. Fox’s mouth parts but his thumb continues. “ Don’t to dare cover your mouth Leralta, “ He warns with a warning slap and a tight thigh squeeze. 

They whimper and wince in response, chest pressed against the table. His pace increases as his thumb slowly replaces with his tongue, it’s sloppier but more effective as they moan out. 

“ F-Fox- aaah ! C-Commander ! “  They try again earning his hand to slap on their ass, and thumb to press into her asshole causing a gasped whimper as a response. The stimulus is just enough to get them off as they orgasm. Walls clenching around nothing as his tongue moves slower and then to a stop. He must have realized they reached their release because his approach changes as his hands grip onto their thighs.

“ Do you know how many times I've thought about you ? “ He asks, his movements stopped, but he’s still on his knees. Their thighs spread apart, legs pulled apart from his knees. Their sex is still clenched and wet as they breathe against the table. His question catches them off guard, but it causes another rise of excitement in them as they breathe. 

“ You think about me ? “  They ask, answering his question with a question, almost coely as they want to be playful. But they're genuinely curious about how and why. Does he truly think about them the way he thinks about him ?   “ I think about you too much, yes. “  He replies, his lips kissing their left thigh as he holds onto the fats of said thighs. 

“ What exactly do you think about, when you think of me ?  “  They muse as his thumb brushes against their clit, a bit more sensitive as he notices them clench harshly from the touch. Before he answers, he slowly starts to roll circles again, his other hand squeezing roughly on the fat of their left thigh.

 “ Depends on the day. “ He replies, listening to their soft whimper. “ Most are less than work appropriate. “ He adds as he adds two of his thick fingers into their slick without warning, a gasped moan escapes them again as they clench around his fingers. 

“ Making me hard under my desk while i’m trying to write reports, “ He groans, his cheek resting against their right thigh, his groan vibrating the fat gently. “ Not appropriate for work. But here we are, “ His fingers curl against the roof of their cunt, pressing against the spongy texture of their sensitive spot. They softly mewl in reply. 

“ Commander i- “ Jewels attempt to reply to his words, but they're silenced by a bite on the back of their thigh. A successful bruise is left as he roughens his paced circles. He becomes rougher, the pressure building as he continues. “ How disgusting i must be for wanting you so badly. “ He continues, but his voice seems a bit disparaged. “ Maker, i just want to fuck you til’ you can’t walk. “ He growls into their thigh. 

His quickened pace causes a surge of ecstasy to form in their stomach. A soft moan escapes as their cheek rests against the table. The pressure builds enough that the poor nat-born human can’t even speak as they moan into a soft whimper as their sex clenches once again against the Commander's fingers. A soft huffed pant leaves them before they can say anything. His fingers leave them before he promptly puts the two fingers in his mouth, whipping them clean. “ Never thought you’d taste this tart, “ He hums as he gets up from his knees. 

As he gets up, his hand slaps their ass. The cold plastoid of his codpiece perfectly pressed against their bare, wet, cunt. It’s colder than they expected, earning another shiver rolling down their spine as they huff trying to calm their breath.

“ Ask next time, Leralta. “ He breaths as the nat-born human under him pants like a dog in the heat.

“ Sorry . . . i’m usually the one in charge. “  They admit with a breathless laugh, though they still find it rather embarrassing. He chuckles too, breath huffing against their ear as his teeth grab ahold of their earlobe. 

“ I’ll be changing that. “  He whispers, hands holding their hips as he continues to pressure into their wet cunt, still aching for more. Their slick is bound to be all over his codpiece with how much pressure he’s holding. 

“ If i fuck you against the table, Leralta, “ He starts, his breath wavering as he continues to whisper in their ear. “ I will not stop. “ 

It’s less of a threat and more of a promise as if saying he won’t stop unless they explicitly say. or maybe even then he wouldn’t. It’s a warning that isn’t concerning, at least not compared to the pain they’ve already experienced at his hand today. But for all they know he could get rougher. “ Now is you’re time to flag out, or tell me a safeword. “ This time it’s clear that he wants a safeword. 

Jewels swallows and thinks. They move to look over their shoulder, looking at his face once more. His gaze i genuine and shows how much he actually cares for their safety as he rubs circles into their hips. His face is inches away, and yet to far away to press their lips to. It almost hurts more not being able to face him. It hurts not being able to kiss him. “ If i say, creamer, will you stop ? “ They ask to confirm a safeword. Fox nods even though he knows they can barely see with his face buried behind their ear. “ Creamer is fine, “ He repeats and confirms, though it is barely above a whisper. The nat-born human only nods in reply to confirm. He’s softer, his breath sounding slightly shaky as he breathes in the scent of spice, and alcohol from their clothes. Yet there's something else he smells that he can’t determine, he’d find it frustrating if he wasn’t so calm breathing it in. His eyes are closed, he’s close enough to become part of them, and yet it isn’t enough.

They take in a deep breath and exhale from the silence, “ Then what are you waiting for, Commander ? “ They ask teasingly. After their words, his hand slithers under their arm and grabs their throat. “ Watch it, Leralta, or i’ll make it painfully slow. “ He whispers, squeezing the sides of their neck rather than a full-on hand palming coke. He’s definitely done this before, squeezing tight enough to make them dizzy, his hand is big enough to engulf half of their neck almost perfectly, like it’s a perfect fit as he softly breathes kissing their ear and down to the base of their neck. 

He isn’t going to be gentle for long, it’s clear by the grip of their hip, and as he let go of their neck. The pressure of his codpiece leaves their cunt, his hands pulling away. They are painfully aware of his touch being gone as he pulls off his codpiece. He groans as he pulls his length from his blacks, he gives it a few pumps with his hands before he spits in his hand and presses his tip against their folds. He trails his cock up and down their slick as he prepares himself. Slick coating his foreskin as he repeats his actions a few times.

“ Fox . . . “ Jewels whines in response to his teasing. The actions of such brought across the consequence of him pressing his tip in, and ramming it inside them without a warning or moment to adjust. They let out a gasp and almost pained whimper. But he pulls himself out again to relieve it, making them aware that he has control over the situation. “ Already forget how to address me ? “  He teases as he presses his tip back in, earning a grumble in response from Jewels as they lay their cheek back against the table. Slowly, he pushes his cock back into their cunt, feeling the clench of their walls around him. It sounds sloppy and wet as he pushes in slowly, air and discharge mixed together to make such a sound as he buries his penis into their sex.

“ Sorry, Commander, “ They reply weakly with a soft whimper in their voice. They easily adjust to his cock, clenching needingly around him. He feels like the girth of two of his fingers, and long enough to leave half an inch out of them, fitting him like a tight leather glove. “ Fuck, please move, “ Their voice is pathetically whiny as they ask politely. Even if it sounded like begging. 

He gives a slow thrust, pulling out and then pushing back in at a slow pace. He grabs their hips, perfectly placed around them. 

“ Now, can you be quiet, leralta ?  Not a sound. “  He rasps in their ear before he increases his pace, fingers digging into their hips slightly, hand trailing up enough to move their shirt out of the way. They swallow and bite their lip, trying not to let out a soft moan as they breathe heavily, leaving a condensational mist against the metal table.

His breath is heavy too, keeping his pace as he lets out low grunt after grunt, hovering a bit over them. “ You’re doing so well, “ He breathes praise, a hand leaves their hip as he snakes his fingers into the back of their short hair. Gripping it’s silver shade and pulling their hair back. As gasps leave their lips but they are quick to silence the moan of pleasure that wants to leave from him grabbing their hair. Their head is pulled back from their cheek leaning on the table, pulling it back, making their back involuntarily arch.

 “ Keeping quiet for me. “ He finishes his previous sentence making Jewels paint softly, almost in reply. Their not afraid to say 'thank you' or speak. A part of them wants to know what he’ll do if they don’t, so they raise the challenge in excitement. “ Not just you, “ They reply in a cheeky tone, teasing him immensely.

He pulls tighter on their hair and leans back in, his thrusts slowed, painfully getting rougher as his hips harshly pump in and out. “ You want to be a brat ? “  He growls, his teeth biting the edge of their ear. “ You want to see what happens when you don’t listen ? “  He asks, his voice has a hint of amusement. They're already restrained, at his mercy. Yet they still had to push him. They can’t help it. “ I do, “  They reply, challenging Fox right off the gate. It’s bold, Fox could give them that, but he’s not about to give in to bratty behavior. In response to their reply, the hand once on their hip moved, and he spits in his fingers before rubbing them across their asshole. His pace slowed down causing the human beneath him to whine. 

“ Would you prefer i destroy a different hole ? “  He muses for a moment, his thrusts becoming almost non-existent with a roll of his hips every so often as he slips his thumb back into their second hole. Jewels only mumbles in response, trying to find out what to say that egg him on. So he completely stopped and pulled out. His cock rested against the crevice of their ass. “ Why’d you stop ? “  They huff head turning to the side. He uses both his hands to spread their asshole before he spits on his cock adding more of whatever possible lubricant. After adding to it, he presses his tip against their asshole, penetrating it slowly.

 “ Fuck ! “ They mewl a little too loudly, but it’s warranted and he doesn’t scold them, he just hopes no one heard it. “ To- too much, too much- “  They squeal in pain feeling the stretch as he attempts to push in further. They’ve never had the initiative to try anal, making it incredibly painful of a stretch, even with just his tip and probably no more than half an inch in, pressed inside. He stops holding an asscheek with one hand, and gives a small squeeze.

 " Are you going to be a good little toy ? “  He asks a small hint of amusement in his tone as he stays put, his hand squeezing their cheek before letting go and smacking their ass. Instead of going back his hand grips their waist running his fingers down their side.

“ Yes, “ They breathe out sounding like they keeping in tears, and they are. There is slight regret for causing pain, but they weren’t using their agreed safeword, so he quickly waved away the guilt in his chest. “ Will you be quiet ? “ He asks. 

Instead of using words, they give a nod and soft whimper in reply. As he grabs ahold of their hips again, pulling his tip out of their ass. He spits in his hand again and rolls it around his tip until anything that was on it is gone. When done, he pushes back into their slick and resumes his original pace. He isn’t rewarded with much noise other than a muffled moan, and he’s more than content with them finally listening. “ Look at you, “ He groans, the sight of them bent over the table. He quickens his pace, hands gripping on their hips like they're a railing. Thrusting roughly into them. “ Finally being a good aan leralta. “  He says shamelessly as the nat-born human continues to moan and whimper into the side of their arm, Fox in turn suppressing his own groans.

His grip is rough enough to leave bruises, and he doesn’t even think about it when his mouth makes it way to the side of their neck. Their so much smaller than him, even with their cheek pressed to the table, he could easily reach their neck. He nips at their flesh, tasting the sweat dripping down their neck. Her groans into them, his voice reverberating into their flesh as he growls into their neck. Their flesh perfectly muffles his moans as he grunts and continues his pace.

“ You take me so well, “ He praises, but theirs a hit of malice behind them. “ I wonder how many others have fucked you before me. “ He hissed like it’s a thought he hates, a thought he cannot relish in the fact of knowing they’ve done this many times before. His thrust becomes harder, hand grabbing their side like he’s fucking a toy, or even his hand. His thrusts are brutal enough to cause their thighs to bruise from the sheer force he presses into them.

“ Slut, “ He hisses into their ear before pulling harshly on their hair, head tilting back with it. With their head tilted back he bites their shoulder earning him a muffled groan. He licks his new mark, looking at it. It’s not bleeding, just imprints of his teeth pressed into their skin as it started to bruise. He moves his hand from beside the on the table, and smacks, then grabs their ass.

 “ How many other men have cum inside you ? “ He asks darkly, his curiosity getting the best of him as he pounds deep into them. His own frustrations become known to them as they slowly realize through their pleasure haze that he hates the thought of them being with other people. They swallow, not daring to answer. Even though they already know their answer is a resounding no, they don’t want to get punished for speaking. Instead, they hold back a soft whimper. 

“ Speak leralta, answer my question, “ He demands as he lets go of their hair, both hands smacked against the table by their hips, thumbs hooked on the table sides as he aggressively thrusts deeper. They wouldn’t be surprised if it’s enough to bruise their cervix. And definitely enough to feel it within the coming hours for certain.

“ N-None, “ They stutter their response as their hot breath breathes against the cold table once again, panting and trying to keep themselves from moaning as loud as they want to. “ Fuck, “ They whimper out on accident, but Fox is too occupied by this new revelation. 

“ None ? “ He repeats, earning a whimpering nod from Jewels as they quietly cannot contain their noise as he brushes against their spongy spot, over, and over, and over again from the new angle.

“ N-No, no one. “ They breathe as he becomes more sloppy in his thrusts as they try their best not to unravel beneath him. “ Can, kriff, can I be the first ? “ He asks as his grunts become more strained as his grunts and groans are perfectly placed next to her ear. 

They vigorously nod as they come dangerously close to the edge with every hard press against their G-spot. “ Tell me how much you want it, “ He breathes. He sounds out of breath as he keeps going, his pace slows but his intensity does not, making it rougher as he tries to keep himself together when his thrust becomes sloppy. The new revelation of no one having cum inside them makes him feel like he’s in a fever dream, primally groaning as he takes what he wants. Maker, he’s ready to take exactly what he wants. He grabs at their hips again, practically squeezing them tightly against him as he thrusts relentlessly.

“ Kriff Commander, please I need you so ba- ah ! bad ! “ They beg as they hold themselves together just a little longer. “ Let me feel your hot cum inside me F- F- ah- Fox, please, “ They mewl no longer caring what hell rains on them as they breathlessly paint. He doesn’t even address the fact they’ve used the wrong name, and truthfully he doesn’t care. It pulls at an urge inside him as he groans pulling deep and sloppy thrusts as he prepares to finally let go of his release. 

Without warning Jewels squeals, muffling themselves into their arm as they moan ecstasy. “ Fox ! “ They whine, their walls clench harshly around him and it finally brings him to the edge. His fingers dig deep into their skin, almost drawing blood as he released inside them, hot cum splurging inside as he pumps out the rest of his high. 

Panting inches away from the table made a mist on the cold metal, condensation moving like a water ripple. They swear, if they were to get up and on their legs, they’d be absolute jelly. 

“ F-Fuck- “ They breathe, feeling the ache forming in their wrists. In response to their curse, they feel nips at their neck, before soft gentle kisses replace them. “ For someone that says they’re a top, you sure are one hell of a bottom, darling. “

Fox’s tease sends a gentle shiver down their spine. They huff at his tease, mumbling something in huttese, or was it ryl ?

“ What was that, Leralta ? “  He questions. The red heat returns to their face, a flushed mess across it. “ Noth-N-Nothing, “ They defend trying to make it seem like Fox hadn’t just turned them into a complete mess.

Feeling a shift of pressure caused them to swallow a gasp in their throat as he pulled out. A thick slow stream of white trails down their thighs, the sensation making them shiver. This is a completely new feeling. A fullness they’ve never experienced. 

He is quick to shove himself back into his blacks before Jewels feel their underwear slip back up their thighs and back around their waist. Trapping the liquid from spilling any further, at least for now. It’s no pussy plug and will probably end up seeping through them.

“ Wait what- “ Before they can even protest it, their panties and pants are already slipped and snugged back around their hips. They grunt in slight discomfort as they get used to the feeling. He liked this, didn’t he ?  Just knowing it’s going to be staying in cunt until they leave.

“ Really ? “ They ask annoyed as they hear him shuffle around behind them. “ Yes really. “  He replies as he fastens his codpiece back on, his voice isn’t very far away and they can’t see well behind them, either way.

“ You said about four months ago you have the implant, what’s the harm in indulging ? “  He asks, smugly. The fact he even remembers that is a bit, questionable. If anyone heard him he’d probably be questioned about it. But, the fact they just had sex on an interrogation table is probably what people would be more concerned about. Not the fact that Fox remembered they were on birth control. 

“ Man you’re frustrating. “ They huffed as he walked back to his side of the interrogation table.  “ I could say the same thing to you, “ He retorts with a small chuckle. They're glad he finds it amusing. The previous tense energy had left them both. They suppose their activity probably helped whatever was going on with Fox.

As his appearance made it back to their vision, they swear they can still see the beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. A groan of discomfort and a cough comes out of them causing a form of concern on the clone's face as the nat-born human swallows to keep themselves from coughing more.

“ Did, did i go too hard ?  Are you alright ? “ He asks with a genuine concern in his voice, and his eyes showing it too. “ No, I'm okay, just really dehydrated. “  They respond with a small laugh that turns back into a cough. Their smile doesn’t fade. They don’t know if they like aggressive Fox, or the usual teasing Fox better. Either way, they can’t say they dislike either side. 

Without even talking about it or telling them, he puts a key from his pocket in between his lips holding it between his teeth as he grabs the cuffs around their wrists. Grabbing the key back he unlocks the cuffs and unravels the chain. As he uncuffs the second cuff, Jewel's face is contorted into confusion. Getting back on their legs they feel like jelly. They groan in discomfort as they finally are able to sit down. They almost wobble when they finally stand up, both legs feeling like jelly. It just takes a moment to adjust to the feeling of standing right on their feet.

He says nothing as he grabs the file from the table, and then his helmet and looks at them. “ Let’s go get you some water. “  He says, a gentleness in his eyes and a slight smile curved on his lips before it’s covered by the helmet once again. His fingers press buttons on the door putting in a passcode as the nat-born human stares at him with shock on their face. 

As the door opens he looks back at them again, taking in the display in confusion riddled on their faces. “ Stay close, or i’ll have to cuff you again. “ Fox states before he takes a step out. Jewels is quick to follow. Even in the midst of their confusion, they understand exactly what he means and aren’t particularly inclined to feel cuffs around their wrists again. 

Instead, they awkwardly continue after him, getting used to the weird sensation in their pants until it finally becomes bearable enough to walk down the hall and away from the interrogation rooms. They only got a small glimpse while walking by, but no one walked past them, nor were there any other prisoners in interrogation rooms. It led Jewels to wonder whether they had been the last interrogated, or that they were the Coruscant guards' main suspect. Or, more plausible, that Stone and Thorn had lied to them. They swallow what is left in their dry throat as they have a sudden realization. They had just admitted to the commander that they had been selling spice at a rave. 

Step by step, it felt like the hallways drew out longer and longer until they almost bumped into the commander's back when he stopped. He seems to be contemplating something, but he eventually taps away at the control panel door and opens it, turning to the silver-haired nat-born human as he ushers them inside. 

Inside the room was what one could only assume to be a break room. A small kitchen, a couple of tables, and plenty of off-duty men drinking kaf and talking. All of the clones were helmetless, and a few even had tattoos on their face or different hair styles. But what really caught their attention was a man whose armor alone was familiar enough to soothe Jewels ever-growing nerves. 

“ Commander Thorn, “ They say with a small wave. They quietly tilted their head over toward where they assumed Fox was, but he’d walked over to the kitchen fridge and left Jewels standing by the now-closed door. Swallowing their nerves they walk over to Thorn, happy to see a familiar, well, armor set that now had an individual face. Though Thorn had two very distinct differences from any of his colleagues, and especially Fox. A three-scratched scar over his right eye, coupled with a cybernetic eye to match, had certainly caught their attention first. With his long and disheveled hair looked brushed and untamed as the trooper had been fixing his hair by tying it back into a bun. 

“ Jewels, you’re a sight to see here. “ He says with a small smile, hands finally finished forgetting with his long locks. The nat born human only crossed their arms and smiled back as the shock trooper happily obliged to smile back. “ Fox said we should get some water. “ They reply simply as if it was a regular occurrence for them to be in the break room. This earned a raised brow from the clone and a knowing look in his eyes. 

“ So he brought you to the break room instead of bringing you one instead ? “ Thorn muses as he takes a sip of his kaf. This only made Jewels face flush with heat as they struggled to find words. 

“ It’s a complicated reason. “ Fox chimes in, handing a plastic water bottle to Jewels. They look over at him, and his face once again as his helmet rests at his side in his hands. Maker, they could look at his face for hours. But, instead, they only nod in agreement and open their water bottle. 

“ Complicated, how ? “ Thorn asks with both hands on his mug, which is just a plain red mug. Jewels notice the way that Thorn and Fox share eye contact for almost a solid minute before breaking it. A chill runs up their spine as Thorn looks at them. 

“ Trust me, I already know. I’m going to have to completely wipe the interrogation recorders audio. “ Thorn says, mumbling as he takes another sip of pure black kaf. Jewel’s face turns pale and blood runs cold as their hand clutched the water bottle in it, trying to process what he just said. 

“ We’re gonna need you to re-record your confession anyways. Fox didn’t exactly follow protocol or rules. “ Thorn adds as he sets his mug down on the table beside him with a small glare from and to Fox. 

Had Thorn heard the entire time ? The thought alone sent panic in their face as both clones were quick to notice. They feel a firm hand on their shoulder, their head almost snapping as they look up at Fox. 

“ Breath, Leralta. “ He quickly comforts them, reassuring them that he has it under control. But Jewels wasn’t just panicked about the fact Thorn had supposedly heard everything, but that they had confessed and complied to give them a list of people they sold to, and where they get their spice from. They swallow as their eyes look back towards Thorn. Thorn’s eyes too displayed a softness, something they’ve never received with a helmet over their heads. Something they’ve never had the pleasure of seeing until now. Both brown-eyed gazes calm the fire in their chest as they take a deep breath. 

“ Here, come sit. “ Thorn says as he gestures to the plenty of seats that Jewels could sit in, at the table. They take him up on the offer immediately, pulling a chair out and sitting down. Their legs still ached, and so did their head. They quickly finish off their water bottle and set the empty bottle on the table. 

“ You . . . you heard all of it ? “ Jewels asked with hesitation in their voice, a tone of embarrassment in their voice as they finally did. Both of their elbows on the table as they fold over each other and blue eyes staring at the commander for an answer. 

“ Not all of it. I disconnected about halfway. But, we still can’t show that audio for reports for obvious reasons. “ Thorn finally replies as Fox stands a bit between the two. Far enough away from the table but he sets his helmet next to Thorn’s while listening. Jewels only watch as Fox smacks his brothers upside the head. Jewels almost instinctively cover their mouth from seeing such violence but instead, only lightly flinches.

“ Di’kut, “ Fox said in a frustrated tone as Thorn stuck his tongue out at Fox. “ Hey, I did what you asked. You didn’t say anything about the interrogation recorder. “ Thorn defended himself as Fox sighs. 

“ Plus, I was sort of worried you were going to kill ‘em. “ Thorn adds, his hand grabbing his mug again as Fox scoffs at his brother's inquiry. 

“ I would never, and you know that. “ Fox hisses before he crosses his arms, his empty bottle in his own hand as he stares at his brother in frustration. All the while Jewels quietly watches and listens to the two, taking in the information and silently wishing they could form a coherent thought about it all. Just knowing he wouldn’t hurt them made Jewels feel all the more safe. As if his already muscular physique and features hadn’t already. 

“ Well, you were kinda pissed after the whole report to the chancellor so I was worried you would do something stupid. “ Thorn mumbled almost as Fox shook his head. Now Jewels put the pieces together, why he had been so frustrated. Their hands ache to reach out to the commander and comfort him. But the moment has long passed, their mind slipping into a small corner as they tuck the feeling away. 

“ Whatever, you want some kaf, Jewels ? We’ve got a long morning ahead of us. “ Fox sighs as he takes their water bottle from the table and goes to throw it in the trash. Jewels gives a small smile as they watch him, propping their elbow up and placing their chin into the palm of their hand. 

“ Yeah, I take mine with creamer, do you got any of that ? “ Jewels asks with a smug smirk on their face as Fox looks at them, narrowing his eyes and shaking his head. A small smile of his own forms on his lips as he rolls his eyes and shakes his head. 

“ Cute, “ He replies to their comment, “ We got cream and sugar, how do you want it ? “ He muses. Jewels only shake their head as they can’t help the small heat creeping to their face as they look at his smile. He looks so content with himself, smiling like a dork. They like his smile, and they can feel the warmth of it in his eyes. 

It had been a long mission. Several rotations with only ration bars and minimal supplies. But he’s gotten it down. Destroyed and exploded the entire separatist base. And he, and his team, had finally made it back to kamino.

He was relieved to know that he’d be assigned to training cadet’s again. He missed it, and truthfully would rather train little rascals than be out in the field. That was more Crow and Fordo’s forte. And he’d been gone for what feel like an entire month. He was tired, wanted a shower and some fucking food. But, shower first. Longing to be pelted on by steaming hot water, boiling his skin if he had to.

He probably smelled like wet dog by the time he got into the hallways down towards the barracks. He become a bit wet from the storm raging outside, which is why he insisted to himself he needed to shower first.

With his helmet in his right hand he bellows down the hallways as cadets and shines alike walk down, some even greeting him. By the time he’d reached the barracks and made it to his room, he hadn’t originally noticed the figure sitting in a chair in the main room. Doing a double take. This space was reserved for the Alpha Arcs and the Bounty hunters who were hired to help train cadets and turn them into soldiers.

But a short mirialan girl with her legs crossed over, sitting in a lounge chair was not something he’d expected to see. He stopped, only about twenty feet away from his own room, staring at the green skinned girl as she scrolled through a datapad.

“ You a new medic or something ? “ He asked, taking a few steps towards her. He was less curious and more worried about her safety. There aren’t many women on kamino besides doctors, kaminoans and the few bounty hunters. Perhaps he judged her gray sweater and black shorts for being too casual, too soon, and she was instead a bounty hunter.

As her eyes peeled away from her screen, she looked up at the clone, eyes blinking a couple of times as if processing what he’d just asked. “ Um, no ? “ She says back.

“ Bounty hunter, then ? “ He asked, his helmet resting between his side and his arm. The girl smiles and shakes her head once again. “ No, not a bounty hunter either. “ She replies back as she puts her datapad in her lap.

“ What are you doing here then ? You do know this area is for authorized personnel only, do you not ? “ Alpha asks, his curiosity is more founded in the fact that she isn’t a bounty hunter nor a medic and thus should not be here.

“ I do, i’m allowed to be here. “ She says calmly. The smile on her face never leaving. Kinda, and welcoming to him. But his brows furrow in frustration. “ Who are you then ? “ He asks out of frustration, his tone a bit hostile. But she only blinks a couple of times and opens her mouth to speak.

“ Alpha ! “ They both hear as the captain in his usual plastoid of white of red shouts, doing a light jog over to them. “ Fordo, “ Alpha replies to his brother as he walks up to the two.

“ Hi Fordo, “ The girl says, a sly smile, a look is shared between the two of them for a small moment, only confusing the poor alpha arc further. She gets up from her chair, standing slightly between the two men. Datapad held by the edges of her fingers in front of her.

“ Just meeting Bunny, huh ? “ Fordo asks, looking at Alpha with the question. “ . . . Bunny ? “ He asks back to his brother.

Fordo rests a hand on the girls shoulder and gestures to her, “ Brioola, or Rio. But most of us have just been calling her Bunny. “ Fordo explains with a small laugh as the girl gives a wave to Alpha.

“ Okay, and what exactly is she doing here ? “ Alpha asks, his tone more annoyed, and Fordo can tell. Before Fordo can speak for her however she speaks up.

“ Alpha, was it ? “ She asks, earning a look from the man but he nods. “ I’ve been employed by the republic to be a part of keeping soldiers happy. I’ve been specifically assigned to your operatives. But i am required to service any soldier who asks me. “ Brioola explains. She’s calm, in her way of explaining things. Keeping soldiers, happy ? Does she mean happy or complacent ?

“ Could you be more specific ? “ Alpha asks, and the woman gives a small laugh. “ Sorry, i suppose ‘services’ is vague. “ She says with a small laugh looking over at Fordo and then back to Alpha.

“ I’m a sex worker. But i can also keep you company if i’m not needed elsewhere. “ She explains. There’s no shame in her purple eyes, far from it. But her answer surprises Alpha, and it takes him a moment to truly process her words.

“ Your a barrack bunny ? “ He asks, almost judgmental as he looks at the woman. This time Fordo gives a laugh, “ That’s why we call her Bunny. “ Fordo comments looking down at her.

That explains his brothers look at her and he supposes the mutual understanding that he needed to be serviced without being directly asked. Making Alpha feel all the more, awkward being there.

“ . . . Right. “ Alpha says with not much enthusiasm. “ I’ll be going then. “ He sighs and turns towards where his room is.

“ You’re more than welcome to join us, brother. “ Fordo says causing the alpha arc to stop. He feels his face heat up slightly at the thought. Though he isn’t shy about it, the proposition is, dirtier than what he’d signed up for in this conversation.

“ No, i need to shower and rest. But . . . thank you for the offer. “ He says shooting an annoyed look at Fordo. Fordo only shrugs, and holds out his hand to Bunny.

“ Your lose, “ He muses, causing bunny to giggle.

“ Feel free to find me if you need me Alpha. “ She says with a smile Alphaacan only explain as mischievous before she turns and walks off with Fordo.