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Hunter was at his limit. 

The mission had gone on long enough and he was relieved it was over. Successfully of course, but he was glad it was over.

Upon meeting their rendezvous at the Republic base General Kenobi and Commander Cody were located at, Hunter made sure he went to the necessary briefings to give them his report and the intel he retrieved. It went far quicker than he anticipated, but he wasn’t one to complain about that. Once everything was in order, he was informed that he’d receive his next set of orders within the next rotation or two, allowing him and his squad some time to rest and refuel.

By the time everything was in order, evening had fallen. Wrecker and Crosshair had gone off to grab some food and then go hunting for more weaponry to replenish their arsenal, Tech was off doing who knows what, and Headphones was no where to be found. Hunter wasn’t too worried, since they were at a reasonably safe place for the time being.

Hunter went back to the ship to retrieve some clean blacks and some soap before heading off to the showers to freshen up.

He was exhausted and just wanted to get back to his bunk on the ship so he could rest and recoup from the mission.

Not wanting to spend any unnecessary time around other regs, he quickly found the showers, took care of business, and retreated back to the Marauder. With a heaved sigh, Hunter walked up the boarding ramp steps and stepped back into the private confines of his ship. Not knowing when his brothers and partner would return to the ship, he closed the door, humming in relief when he was greeted by silence.

Gonky was powered off, so his usual *gonk gonk* noise was absent. The only noise Hunter’s tired senses could hear were the beeping of the ship computers and controls, but those were white noise to him.

Finally in the privacy of his ship, he let himself appear as tired as he felt, shuffling over to his bunk and collapsing onto it with a gruff groan as his aching muscles finally caught a break.

As soon as Hunter’s head hit the pillow, he felt his headache start to ebb. He laid there, on his back, for a few moments, allowing his breathing and heart rate to even out, practicing the breathing techniques Tech had taught him to cope with his anxiety issue, something that was beginning to ail him more and more. Most nights he lost sleep due to the anxiety, often waking from dreamless sleep to his heart pounding. Tech had noticed that Hunter was struggling with his mind at night, so he gave him different methods to help his mind and body relax.

In this moment, the breathing helped. Hunter found himself, for once, able to think clearly.

Inhaling and then exhaling a deep breath, Hunter stretched with another groan as his back crackled. “Oof! Kriff…” he mumbled as he tucked his hands behind his hand, sighing as he allowed himself to relax, lounging on his bunk.

“It’s like a reward.” he mumbled to himself, snorting as he realized he quoted a line from a video on the holonet Headphones had shown him a while back. “Oh my god, I’m losin’ it.” 

A minute or two passed as he laid there, allowing his muscles to unclench and untense, releasing all the aches he had accumulated over the past week.

However, as he unwound, he became aware of a certain need starting to arise. Literally.

He glanced down at the bulge that was straining against his blacks. The ache that came with that started to cloud his awareness in a delightful haze of desire. Hunter smiled to himself as he untucked a hand from under his head, reaching down to massage his clothed cock. 

He bit his bottom lip as the action caused his member to twitch within its confines.

“Ssshhheeeew…..” he breathed with an arousal tipsy chuckle. “Hasn’t been *that* long, has it?”

He undid the waist band of his blacks and weasled out of his pants. His dick sprang up, already hard and leaking, the head a deep hue of red that nearly matched the red of his bandana.

His free hand gently grasped his member near the tip, his thumb ghosting over where a drop of precum had already formed. He let out a chest deep groan as pleasure bolted through his veins like electricity. It was then that he realized that it had been a considerable amount of days since his last relief.

Realizing that he finally had a private moment to himself, he let his desire take the reigns for a bit. Looking up, he fixed his gaze onto the photo he kept attached to the underside of the bunk above his. The photo was of his partner, the woman he had grown up with. It had been taken on the night she had snuck into a rich noble’s bedroom to retrieve something vital to the mission at the time. She had been undercover as a performer, dressed in sheer gold and crimson scarves, which adorned her dark sun kissed complexion perfectly.

He and Headphones, the woman’s name (given to her in true clone fashion when they were still kids), had a huge distaste for wealthy aristocrats, especially ones that funded Separatist campaigns. That particular day, after retrieving what they needed, Hunter and Hp laid waste to the overly lavish bedroom, leaving a mess of mattress fluff, springs, feathers and torn satin sheets in an effort to “cover their tracks”. At least that was the excuse they used.

Beforehand however, Hunter had a datapad with him, as part of his disguise. He took a few photos of the woman posing on the bed, in various erotic poses, just for funsies.

Much to his surprise, after that mission, Headphones had presented the photos to him in physical form so he could decorate his bunk with them. 

It was those photos that he gazed at at the moment.

His eyes drank up the sight of her semi-nude form, her short black hair styled with gold pieces that glinted in the desert sunlight that streamed in from the balcony behind the huge bed she posed on. His sights landed on the presentation of her breasts, somehow even more beautiful with crimson scarves veiling them.

Hunter grunted as his arousal grew stronger, urging him to stroke himself a little less lazily as his mind continued to wander.

He closed his eyes, his brows furrowing as his mind’s eye began to replay that erotic memory.

He remembered how her dark eyes glittered with mischief as he danced for him on that bed, showing off the fact that her grace came in many forms. He could almost hear the gold bangles that adorned her wrists and ankles jingling as she danced to the music that carried on the wind from the party down in the banquet hall.

The way she danced, the playful smirk on her face, the way her performance garments left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

He wanted her then so badly, taking her on that bed, making her laugh in pleasure as the realization of what they were doing registered in their minds at the time.

Hunter’s grip on his dick tightened ever so slightly and he quickened his pace, the images from that risky memory fueling his need. Knowing he was alone on the ship, he allowed himself to be vocal, which made his excitement ramp up. As he could feel himself nearing that coveted peak, that white hot ecstasy that he denied himself for too long, he began to pant and grunt, not giving a single fuck anymore.

While in the midst of his heated actions, lost to his arousing thoughts, his senses were clouded just enough for someone to remain undetected. 

Everyone had gone off on their own mini missions as soon as we landed at the base. I, on the other hand, decided to remain on the ship to do a few repairs to my headset. Things were going well in the quiet of the ship, until at some point I realized that I needed a tool from Tech’s toolkit, which he kept up in the cargo hold, which was a modified crawl space kind of spot that was built into the ship. I had opened the latch and closed it behind me so I could work in the cozy little spot. I guess at some point I had gotten tired, so I fell asleep. I don’t know how long I was out for, all I know is that the sound of the boarding ramp opening woke me up. But as soon as I recognized the footsteps, followed by the heavy sigh, I knew Hunter had returned from his meeting. Hearing the weariness in his sigh, I stayed put for a little while longer, expecting him to want a nap or something. I settled in to give him space and was moments away from putting on my repaired headset, when I started to hear the unmistakable sound of…well…as I’ve heard the holonet folks say…fapping. That recognizable sound of skin on skin, paired with Hunter’s heavy breathing and-

“Fuuuuuuuck!”

That. 

Hunter’s drawn out groans and mumbled cursing were all indications of the undeniable. The poor man had let his balls go unloaded for waaaaaay too long. 

I slowly and quietly slid open the hatch below me, revealing the man in his bunk a few good feet underneath me. With the hatch opened, I could hear his actions even clearer. I didn’t know if I should make myself known or if I should let him finish in peace, given that privacy was so rare these days.

I could hear the bunk creak as he shifted, getting more comfortable as he braced for the inevitable.

Thankfully, I wasn’t wearing my boots, so I was able to silently hop down from the cargo space without detection. I quietly made my way over to his bunk, watching as the relief starved sergeant pleasured himself on his bunk. I bit my bottom lip as I looked down at my partner, heat welling up in my face.

His face was flushed from his exertions, his hair splayed out on his pillow. His bandana looked askew, probably due to him resting his free hand on his brow. His eyebrows were knitted together as his mouth was twisted into a grimace, his teeth clenched. I stared, watching how his muscles flexed under his shirt as he administered to himself, wishing I could slip my hands under his shirt to feel him-

“Auuuugh-ACK!!”

Hunter’s moan morphed into sudden hollar of shock as he jolted, startled.

I stared back at him, eyes wide, also startled.

I guess the sudden surge of surprise was just the nudge he needed to cum, because cum he did. Ropes of pearly white seed shot out from his aching cock, coating his stomach and fist, dripping onto the sheets. Hunter panted, catching his breath shakily, his eyes really wide, so wide in fact that I could see all three whites in his eyes. The poor man was scared shitless, a rare occurrence with this man. 

“What-HOW?! WHEN?!” he managed to gasp out, his gruff voice cracking a smidge.

My eyes kept flicking from his eyes to his cock then back to his eyes then back down. “I…uh….I’ve been here.”

“How did I not sense you?!”

I pointed up, eyes now glued to his cum iced abdomen. “Loft.”

Hunter fell back onto the bunk, groaning as he laid back down, his clean hand covering his mouth

There was an awkward silence before I sat on the edge of the bunk, hand on top of his head. He glared up at me, but there wasn’t any real anger or annoyance, it was more like a “What the hell am I gonna do with you?” look. 

“You feel better?” I asked, smirking. He nodded.

I grinned as I swiped a finger across one of the drops of cum that rested on his abs, gathering the little remnant of his seed on the tip of my finger. Hunter watched as I raised my finger to my lips, stuck out my tongue, and licked my finger tip clean.

His eyes rolled back as he moaned out a muffled “holy shit….”

“Looks like you’re going to need some help cleaning up your little mess, sergeant.”

-End-