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mochiwrites · 1 year

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This is probably one of the weirdest alliances Joel has ever been in. And he’s been in some pretty weird alliances before. The Red Banners are the first to come to mind on that one, with Ren’s weird accent and all that.

But The Bad Boys might just take the top spot.

Upon first glance, his alliance with them seems pretty well put together. Joel has partly teamed with Grian before, back on a world where he seemed to be chained to the red mist, blood thirsty and out for whoever he could find. It had been fun, when Grian was also red and they ran around together.

So he knows how Grian operates, how he thinks and functions. He’s a good ally, loyal and eager.

(Joel pointedly ignores how nearly every ally Grian has ever had has died permanently due to his own hands.)

And then there’s Jimmy and well… Jim is Jim. In a good way, whatever that means.

The fact of the matter is, they’re a good team. With their Bread Bridge and then Bread Bridge version two in the sky. The Sadder Badder Ladder podcast. Joel likes teaming with them.

But this? This is a bit odd, even for him.

They’ve pushed their beds together. It’s hard to cuddle on a singular bed, and well, Bad Boys call each other babe and all that. Joel isn’t going to shy away from snuggling with Grian and Jimmy, especially when Grian fits against his side so easily, and Jimmy can easily wrap them both in his golden wings. Grian’s sleek cat tail tangles with Joel’s own (perks of being a wolf hybrid and all that), and sleep is quite peaceful.

It doesn’t start out that way though.

“Griaaaan, come on!” Jimmy whines as they all settle in for the night. They’re on the dry part of the mansion’s roof, the moon high in the sky above them. It casts them each in its soft blue glow, illuminating their figures. “You did it last time!”

Which is why Joel can see Jimmy’s pout so well.

Grian hums nonchalantly, kicking his shoes off and laying back in his bed. His ears twitch. “You willingly offered last time, Timmy. And now it’s actually my turn.” He shrugs.

“Because you had a rough day!” Jimmy points out. He’s kneeling on his bed, body angled toward them both.

Joel himself is already laying down flat on his back. He’s waiting.

“If you wanted your right and proper turn, you shouldn’t have given it up!”

“Griannnnnn!”

“Timmmmm.”

This is something that happens every night. The three of them get ready for bed, and Grian and Jimmy bicker over who gets to listen to Joel’s heartbeat. Honestly, Joel doesn’t get it. He knows it’s related to some kind of thing that neither Grian or Jimmy will actually tell him about. He’d ask, but asking feels… wrong, almost. Like if he does, Grian and Jimmy will stop.

So he doesn’t really question it, instead letting it happen.

Even if it’s weird. It’s such a weird habit, but none of them ever talk about it in the morning. In fact there’s not even any mention of it when they wake up.

(In retrospect it isn’t that weird. It’s normal to listen to your partner’s heartbeat. But what’s weird is it’s Grian and Jimmy wanting to listen to his. His? Joel’s? The red, lone wolf?)

A head on his chest makes him pause, and he looks down. He sees two fluffy ears and ashen blond hair. “Hello Grian,” he greets, watching as the other snuggles close.

“Hi Joel.”

“Comfortable?” He lifts a brow.

“Quite.” Joel can hear the smile in Grian’s voice.

He looks over at Jimmy, finding the other pouting as he lays down beside them. Without a moment of hesitation, those golden feathery blankets are settling over the pair, drawing a content purr from Grian.

But Jimmy is still pouting, most likely bothered that he lost to Grian. Which honestly, did he expect anything different? In a match between Grian and Jimmy, the winner is already decided.

Joel sighs, “Here, Jim.” As per usual with their weird little routine, Joel holds his wrist out to him as he wraps his other arm around Grian’s waist.

Jimmy’s face brightens as the pout leaves his face, and he holds Joel’s wrist in both his hands, fingers pressing carefully against his pulse. Joel feels the tension leave his body almost immediately as Jimmy relaxes against him. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

He then hears Jimmy make a curious trill, “Grian? Are you asleep yet?”

“Yes,” Grian answers, even as he pops an eye open to look at Jimmy. “I’m the sleepiest lad you’ve ever seen.”

“He’s a sleepy lad, boy,” Joel jokes, making Jimmy choke on his laughter.

“Stooop!” he exclaims, but he’s smiling.

Grian laughs, “We better stop, Joel. Wouldn’t want Tim to become a mad boy.”

“Or a sad boy.”

“Stop, stop it! It’s sleep time!” Jimmy laughs again, Grian and Joel’s own laughter joining him. After a moment or so, Jimmy calms down and he looks at Grian, expression turning bashful. “G can I… erm…. can I have your wrist?” he questions.

Something in Grian’s expression melts, his gaze turning soft and empathetic.

(There’s another thing Joel will never understand about Grian and Jimmy. Whatever the connection is between them. The silent understanding, the way they take one look at each other and just seem to understand what the other is thinking. Upon first glance, you’d never expect that from their dynamic. Not when Grian is so set on being a menace to Jimmy. But Joel gets that special look when it’s just them. He gets to see the way Grian is always touching Jimmy in someway, the way he presses against him, almost like he’s clinging to him. The way Jimmy will tuck Grian against him, and hold him.

Joel feels honored, not just to see it, but to be included in it. Like he’s been given a special sort of trust that no one else has. Not that he’ll ever tell either of them, of course.)

Reaching over Joel, Grian offers Jimmy his wrist. And Jimmy takes it in one of his hands.

Humming quietly, Jimmy pressed his lips first to the skin of Grian’s wrist before doing the same to Joel’s. “Good night,” he chirps.

Joel feels Grian’s lips through the fabric of his shirt, the contact leaving him warm and contented. “Night, Tim.” He feels Grian’s tail tangle with his own, and his purrs are soft, soothing.

Though it’s a little difficult, Joel reaches for Jimmy, pressing a kiss to his head before doing the same to Grian. “Night.”

The Bad Boys are certainly a weird alliance, but Joel is an expert in weird at this point. It doesn’t matter all that much to him, because he’s given both Grian and Jimmy a piece of his heart anyways. Weird or not, it doesn’t change the fact that these two are his. And every wolf protects their pack.

#mochi writes #poly bad boys #smallidarian #smallidarity #gribeans #solidrian #trafficshipping #the bad boys #limited life smp #I hope these are the right tags Oh Boy #anyways I blame stellar for this #got me crying in the club over the bad boys and heart beats #smth smth grian as a watcher likes to listen to heartbeats of his partners because he spent so long looking at them live #smth smth jimmy as a listener likes to feel heartbeats because he’s spent so long listening

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echoedcrosshairs · 1 year

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Those Who Fight Together - part four

Summary: Undescribed Jedi female continued story with The Bad Batch in 3rd person 🖤Smut with a Plot series🖤

Warning: NSFW, Crude language, Violence, Battle Wounds, PiV, Self pleasuring, Angsty Angst Crosshair,

Word Count: 6.5

18+ NSFW NO MINORS

Part 3 Part 5

Story Master List

Tech looked at you doing nervously, aware if he's suppose to display manners or kiss you like regular people do before their about to they leave. He fiddled with his googles taking a small gulp, opening and closing his mouth. He didn't like the feeling of not knowing what to do, he turned to unlatch the door when he felt you against his back and your hands on his chest.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Nothing, just wanted too. I'll try to be quick."

Both of you walked out with a clear path, everyone was probably with Hunter waiting. You felt a pit start in your stomach, everyone's mind was loud and you could tell it wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation when you got there. You held your head up high and your change of clothing under your arm as you walked your way into the bathroom. As much as a warm shower sounded the best thing in the Galaxy right now, you turned on the cold water to try to quiet your own distracting thoughts. You've been in a lot of compromising situations but this was definitely for the books. You took the soap, scrubbing every inch of your body but taking special care to scrub your lower bits a second time around just in case. You could feel the anger starting to boil over, starting it's count down until things broke lose. You hurried to dry yourself but your hair refused to, you kept your towel around your shoulders so if any let left over water would have something to drip on.

Crosshair leaned against the wall with his hairs crossed, "Are we seriously considering this?"

"Do you have any better ideas?"

"Have the regs pick her up and go on our merry way towards the temple."

"I kinda enjoy having her around" Wrecker admitted, "plus when's the last time we had someone around who wasn't a reg?"

"We've never needed someone else around," Crosshair argued, "Why start now."

"We're the only GAR squad with out a Jedi, it would be beneficial to have one especially one who isn't like the rest," Echo chirped at him, logically still combing over the idea of having her stay with them.

"To add, her connection to the force would be beneficial to us out in the field and she's work outside the scope of the Jedi council so taboo matters wouldn't matter. She does have a plethora of knowledge that clone intelligence does not which would also benefit us," Tech chimed in.

"Plus it's just nice having a girl around," Wrecker added.

"I'm surprised the smell of your bunk hasn't kicked her off the ship."

"Hey it's not that bad!"

"Are we all in agreement then?" Hunter asked eyeing each of this brothers who gave a small nod except Crosshair.

"Fine," Crosshair said flipping up a toothpick and sticking it in his mouth, "but it's a bad idea."

"What's a bad idea?" You said stepping into the room.

"We want you to stay here," Wrecker said looking at everyone, "you would be very beneficial to the team," Wrecker said attempting to immaculate Tech who rolled his eyes and covered his face.

"Isn't me being here the problem?"

"What he was trying to convey is that we've come to almost unanimous decision that we want you to stay here with us permanently."

"Sith's hell, they want you to stay here to fuck all of us and be apart of this squad," Crosshair said switching out toothpicks.

"I—."

"Crudely putting it yes," Tech said standing up attempting to hide his nervous leg shake "It's rather late, I am going to turn in for the night."

"I didn't take you for the running away type."

"I am not, but given I've been awake since before the rest of you."

"You brought this up, you should be the one to see it through."

Tech jaw tighten and rubbed the side of his face, leave it to Crosshair to find his one embarrassing moment; "Yes it was my idea however if I remember correctly," he said raising his index finger, "which I do, just wanted to leave her on a nearby planet which seems hardly fair given it was us, namely yourself and Hunter, who put her in this position not the other way around."

"I haven't put her in any position unlike you," he flung the gnawed on toothpick at him.

"More than you'll ever do ," he said smacking away the toothpick midair, noticing the sound of aggravation and bitterness between him.

"At least Tech kisses better," you deliberately pointed at him, murderous rage boiling across his face.

"Thank you."

"Who says I was trying," sneer covered in his voice.

"Tech kissed her?" Wrecker said smacking his arm knocking him forward with a laugh, "Ha, I thought you were different."

"And screwed her."

"Really" he said smacking him again, "I thought you were like a reg and didn't feel that stuff."

"Just because I don't express myself, doesn't mean I can't. Also regs can," he said massaging his arm.

"It's getting late, I'm going to catch some sleep before first shift" Echo said standing up, "Try to keep them from killing each other," he whispered walking by.

"No promises."

"Do you want to sleep on the proposition?" Tech asked.

"Actually I'm exhausted."

"I'll drop you off."

"I can-" he already picked you up before you could finish your sentence.

He was warm, so very warm, your eyes started fluttering shut. Wrecker attempted to set her down she didn't move. He checked to see if she was still breathing but heard a soft snore answer him. He squeezed himself down to fit both of them under the door frame and laid her down on the bed and pulled the blankets over her. Wrecker may play dumb alot but he understood a great deal more then he lead on but he didn't quite understand why his squad was fighting over her. She's pretty and likes to fight, what so bad about her like them? He shrugged to him, with a big yawn and left the room. He found Tech standing outside pacing.

"She's asleep, night Tech," he said walking off the the bunk.

"Pathetic," Crosshair mumbled out of the shadows heading towards the pilot seat.

As soon as he passed, Tech quietly entered your quarters trying to wake you. His fingers quickly disconnected the armor and carefully placed on the floor. He put himself under the covers and put his arm around her, trying to make up for not being able to earlier.

"Good night, Tech.." she mumbled curling more into his arm before going back to sleep.

"Good night, Reaper."

Crosshair played with the toothpick by gently gridding his teeth against it. He put his feet up on the dash and crossed his arms over his chest. He doesn't run from anything, why did he run from her? That mistake not only humiliated him, it made him feel like a coward and gave raise to doubt that he could outdo whatever Hunter and Tech did to her. He could hear her moans and it was the only thing in his head causing his mind to wander about the faces she made. He stuck his hand down his pants adjusting his pulsating cock so it lay in a more tolerable position, his breath hitching against the cold touch of his hand. He quickly withdrew it, he wanted to relieve himself but didn't want to have to clean up the mess.

Crosshair thought about Tech standing outside your door, hearing it side open and shut knowing he walked in. Anger boiled up, he already had her twice by the sounds of it did he really have to rub it in their faces.

"You can relax, from what he said about what he was reading apparently sleeping next to each other afterward helps the oxytocin form emotional attachments. Although I think he was looking for an excuse not to be snuck in a room with you" Hunter said taking the co pilot seat.

"Wouldn't blame him, I would have slept with one eye open too."

"Would you have really jettisoned her out the air lock on an inhabited planet?"

"You tell me."

"Crosshair, I know you and the rest of us don't see eye to eye on the matter but you don't have to be apart of it if you don't want too; go find a brothel on the next planet and work whatever it is out."

"Like you worked it out on her?" He scoffed.

"At least I act on it instead of being consumed by it. Just think out it, ya?" He stood up putting a hand of his brothers shoulders before leaving.

Crosshair sat in silence watching worlds go by, ships pass by but let his eyes wanders to the planets below trying to imagine what domestic life would be like and that thought disgusted him. They were the best soldiers in the army destined to be even greater, the thought of not being a soldier made his stomach contents threaten to come up then he realized they wouldn't have too. She wasn't like the Jedi fighting for peace because he saw the same look in her eye that every soldier does. She fought because it was fun.

"Maraunder, this is WolfPack One do you come in? Over."

"What can we help you with?" Crosshair said turning on the holo to find General Plo and Commander Wolffe.

"Meet us at these coordinates, highest speed possible with the cargo on board."

"Yes sir."

Crosshair got up, realizing he was going to have to walk in on her next to Tech in who knows what state. While it had been hours since since she went to bed, maybe they had learned to be quiet. Crosshair didn't want to keep thinking about the position he could Tech in you. His still semi hard dick moved, agh, he let out walking into her room. She was soundlessly asleep her back pressed into Tech and her arms curled around his.

"Get up."

"Go away."

"General Plo is meeting us on a moon not far away."

Crosshair mused as that caused her to sit up, swinging each naked leg over the bed. His eyes trailed up her perfect legs to a simplistic grey underwear covering her. He noticed Tech staring him, unamused with a concerned glint in his eye, probably thinking he was a nerve burner. She noticed the stare down between the two and shooed Crosshair from the room.

You rushed through it your armor together putting on your boots, by the time you were Tech was already dressed and waiting by the door unaware if he should have left or if waiting was the correct decision. You were excited to see Master Plo and the boys. You practically skipped your way to the docking ramp.

"What do you think this is about?" Echo asked appearing at your side.

"Not a clue, hopefully it's something fun."

"Thrill junkie," Crosshair purred.

The ramp went down, you made sure you were the first off the ship to meet the battle going on around you. A small handful of troopers on the ground with even more droids littered the ground. You looked out to see Master Plo in the distance engaged with several Magnaguards.

Drawing your lightsaber "Lock up the ship, no one goes in. Protect the cargo," you said running head first in the droids both yellow ends of your saber twinkling against the destroyed droids.

Keeping the saber spinning you deflected shots flying towards you, making your way to Master Plo. You sliced any droid who was stupid enough to get close to you. Blaster fire screams in your ear drowning out everything while your vision tunnels to your object. Blast reflect off your custom Beskar, but one manages to break the plastoid that covered your shins. Your leg faulters and you slam down on your knee with a small crunch. You forced your leg back up, twisting your saber and disconnecting the ends.

"Alright who did that," you yelled at the droids around you.

They stopped shooting to scratch their heads and look at each other.

"Didn't you do it?" One droid said looking at the other.

"Oh I think I do," you disconnected the head from the droid, kicking it across the field before it hit the ground.

The droids started shooting again, you jumped landing behind two of them and disconnecting them. You continued bouncing your way to Master Plo while you assumed Crosshair picked off the droids flanking you.

"Master-" you start to say as blast rip through your left arm, leaving it sensational-less the lightsaber falling out of your hand and rolling away. Another blast hitting your back, going cutting through your side

"REAPER," Wolffe shouted behind you, sliding towards the still light saber using it to level the approaching droids.

"Get her out of here!" Plo shouted at him.

"Sir-"

"Protect the Cargo on her ship, we will rendezvous back on Kamino. Go Commander!"

Wolffe switched off the saber, quickly tucking them on his side and tossing her on his back and running towards the ship. Wrecker met them half way tossing the rocks at the droids while Wolffe got her aboard the ship, shutting orders to abort. Tech flew to the pilot seat taking off.

"Stop looking down at me like that, that was fun," he heard her mutter.

"For krikes sake, you might be more of a a soldier then us clones," Wolffe said with a small laugh.

"Speak for yourself," Crosshair said looking down, seeing red.

"It's just an arm and maybe a rib."

"Mother of Kwath Reaper!" Wolffe said relaxing the anger in his voice, "If you go down who's suppose to outdrink the boys with me?" he said exhaling.

"Don't worry mesh'la, it'll take a whole lot more then some measly droids to take me down plus who needs both are," you joked trying to keep the pain from being shown.

"Here," Hunter said running over pain patches.

"I'm not going to even ask how you have these without a medic," Wolffe said ripping down your sleeve and sticking the patches on, "How long is it going to take to get to Kamino without being able to punch it?"

"Days," Hunter gritted out.

"Don't have that, do you think you could hold a shield around it for a couple moments?"

"It's to risky-"

"Vencuy, can you."

"Fine, bring me and the bomb to Tech, we'll have to do it at the same time."

"I got her, get the cargo," Hunter said scooping her up while Echo dashed to get it.

"Change of plans, she's going to try to hold the bomb in stasis while you get us to us Kamino.

"The probability of that working is slim, I do agree we need to need to get her to a tank with haste but that could kill all of us."

"Fine. General Plo, do you come in?"

"We've made it off the planet with heavy casualties, is the cargo safe?"

"Yes sir, I'm recommending a ship to ship extraction we can't use the hyperdrive with the bomb on board please advice."

"We'll bring you both onboard, stand by."

"I'm going to take a nap," you said letting your eyes close.

"I just dragged this thing here," Echo said rolling his eyes, backing out of the room with it.

"You care to explain what the nicknames were about?" Crosshair said staring down at him.

"I don't need to explain myself to you."

"I also want to know," Hunter said.

"When I was a shiny, we're trapped in an AT-TE for twenty six rotations together one thing lead to another... and ended. My loyalty to General Plo and to the republic had to come first."

"Like I said, she's been with every Reg" Crosshair tried to sulk off, a fist colliding with his face.

"Disrespect your commanding officer again and I will have you striped of rank."

"Calm down," Hunter said stepping between them, "You're going to work it out like I told you before we get to Kamino. Get her here there safely."

Wolffe scooper her up and took her to the awaiting ship, "put her down for a moment," General Plo said, before she even touched the floor he force lifted her and pulled her over.

Wolffe jumped across, happy to be away from the crew how definitely had some screws lose, "She'll be alright. She's strong, I can feel how heavy your worry is, we'll be there soon."

"Not soon enough," Wolffe mumbled standing up and grabbing the rail.

"Patience."

It's going to be a long day, Wolffe thought. Upon landing the ship a medical crew was waiting to transport her. Doing his best to not worry about his dearest friend he followed General Plo who stopped him, "Go see that she's taken care of."

"Yes sir," he replied heading towards the medical crew starting to hook her up to their machines.

He stayed within a reasonable pace to stay out of there way but to be able to hear the reports. Mild internal bleeding but he sigh when the head Kaminoan said she'll make a full recovery. Taking her off the tank he stayed outside the room, waiting. Obi and Cody came shortly after.

"General," he greeted with a nod.

"How is she?"

"Wanted a robotic arm but much to her disappointment she'll make a full recovery."

Obi scowled, "Both of my Padawans ended up theatrical, brilliant."

The dreams that kept you conscious in the tank were images of remote planets you've never seen before, dark clouds spreading across a darkening sky. A planet covered in clothes, random battle fields and buildings but never in perfect clarity and slightly distorted.

You awoke to Clone Force 99 and Obi standing around you, Obi not even trying to hide his annoyance. Hunter's face read concern, Tech's was soft, Echo's was relief and Wreckers showed excitement but you realized Crosshair wasn't around.

"Where's Snarky?" You asked sitting up with a yawn.

"He was ordered to attend to some personal matters, how do you feel?" Tech asked.

"Like I want to sleep."

"You've been sleeping for three days, how was that not enough?" Wrecker asked confused.

"It wasn't restful."

"Oh?" Obi cut in.

"Yeah saw a lot and understand none, lots of planets and darkness. Anyway, where's the Artifact?"

"One of your sisters picked it up before you got to Master Plo, he was coming to bring you back before the Separatist ambush."

"That's a relief anything worth it?"

"Haven't been able to translate it yet, I'm just glad you're okay."

"If a droid takes me out, don't bother burying me in a temple," you said laughing, "I am being serious though," you said laughing more.

You kicked your legs over the med bay bed and stood up, twisting your arm and shoulder checking every muscle and tendon. Everything seemed in order, then you pulled up your shirt to check your ribs. Not even a scar.

"Nice," you said dropping.

"I'm glad you find this amusing, may the force be with you," Obi said leaving.

"So when we're you going to say something about that Mandalorian armor? That was awesome" Wrecker said.

"There's many things you don't know about me."

"Ha, we got plenty of time if you've thought about sticking around."

"Warning you boys though, I am a walking magnet for trouble."

"So are we," Echo smiled.

"I'll talk to my sisters later, don't think they'll care we all do our own things most of the time anyway. Mind showing me around? Never actually been here before besides a quick landing."

"We have to stop at our room first, don't mind the dirty looks."

"Don't think I get any? I get plenty for being a Jedi and a soldier, what's a few more."

He was right, every trooper who saw us walk down the corridor turned their heads and even disgust when we turned into their bunk rooms "That could have gone way worse," Tech mumbled heading towards the table in the middle.

"The smell," Echo said coughing.

"Eh it's not that bad," I said strutting in, while it did smell bad many animals smelled worse, "not as bad as I was expecting."

"See" Wrecker said slugging his arm.

You realized it was your armor on the table that Tech was messing with, you walked over to find the damage that he was trying to repair. The armor was a lot more banged up then you remembered which was probably why everyone was standing around because you were probably hurt more then it looked.

"Damn, I got banged up," you said tracing your fingers over the blaster marks.

"They were shooting at you close range with very diluted Beskar what did you think was going to happen?" Tech said looking up.

"She sure got a lot of clankers though!" Wrecker said patting your back walking off to his bunk, "Just try to be more careful next time. You worried us,"

"Yeah I've outgrown the armor, haven't been able to stop and get it properly fixed."

"Where you mandalorian?" Hunter said slipping his arms around your waist kissing your neck then resting his chin on your shoulder.

"That's complicated, but you could say I was. I don't really remember it before the order took me in."

"You came from Concordia, the moon of Mandalore," Tech said not meaning it as a question.

"Yes, my parents were from Mandalore but didn't agree with the politics."

"We can go sometime to get your armor fixed" Echo offered.

"I don't remember the last time I was even there, but I'd like that," Hunter started kissing your neck a couple more times, "it'll be fun," he whispered.

"It's as good as it's going to get without being remade," Tech said setting down his tools, catching a glance at a distracted Hunter, "I'm going to go to the mess."

"I know I'm starving," Hunter whispered.

"Let's go get some real food, I've been out for days and you can't tell me that stuff is food."

"Better then rations," Echo agreed.

Hunter let go of you in defeat, "Go hold his hand or something, he hasn't slept," he said guiding you towards an already walking off Tech.

A rosy blush spread across your face and a smile pulled on your lips, "A little birdy told me you've been worried," you said slipping your fingers into his.

"Are you sure that is a good idea?" He said messing with his googles, "Yes I have, part of the blast clipped your spine."

"Please get some sleep tonight," you said noticing all of the dirty looks upon entry of the mess, Tech attempted to drop your head, "Let them look."

"I'm not sure if that is wise. The regs are very vocal about their displeasure about us."

"Oh they'll be sorry for saying something," Wrecker said with a knuckle crack.

You followed them through the self service line, noticing every set of eyes taking a peek at you. You all sat in between Hunter and Tech which was not probably not a good idea, they each had one hand on your thighs.

"Oh look the sad batch and their... prostitute. Bunch of defects."

Echo groaned and Wrecker stood up, but Crosshair beat them to it hitting the clone as hard as he could one handed with his lunch tray, "Ever speak to a Jedi like that again and I think being decommissioned is going to be the least of your problems," grinning with full smug.

"A Jedi- I am so incredibly sorry General," the trooper stood at attention saluting.

I stood up and walked over to him, walking a circle around him looking him up and down, "Your heart is full of hate and you think your brothers are lesser than you. Just because someone is different doesn't make them lesser. All clones are not just copies. You all are unique with your individual personalities, how you style yourself, accents, so what if they look different? You bleed the same blood and you are brothers in this war now go eat."

The trooper swallowed, "Yes Sir," he said putting his hand down and walking over to a table.

"Aww I wanted a fight," Wrecker said sitting down.

"Didn't expect you to be back so soon" Hunter asked between bites.

"It was an easy decision," he said sitting down with the bowl of soup he saved.

"How much did you have to pay her to deal with your attitude," Wrecker said laughing, "probably a lot."

I raised an eye brow at them but Crosshair and Hunter wouldn't look at me. I didn't press the matter, what or who Crosshair does in his free time is none of my business. Echo tried to make conversation with all of them but no one was really chatty anymore, so you talked with him to fill the silence.

"Do you have a fond memory of this place" I asked him.

"There was this Clone 99, he was wise and caring. He helped pull my squad together and helped us passed our last test. We would have failed without him... Kamino came under attack and he died protecting all of us."

"He wasn't like the other clones was he?"

"No he definitely wasn't but he was definitely a better person than half the troopers here."

"That's beautiful."

"Do you have a fond memory?"

"Obi took Anakin and I to this planet which was entirely a library, it's when I decided I wanted more myself," you stood up with your tray noticing the drop off area, "I'm going to go back and nap."

"I'll go with you," Echo said getting up with you, "I'm not excited for that storm to blow," he added once out of the mess.

"It's none of my business but what was that about anyway?"

"Crosshair is always been insufferable at times but it's been exceptionally worse since you arrived and even worser since Hunter and Tech did what the rest of us especially he wanted too. So he got ordered to go get it out of his system..."

It stung but it was for the best "Wrecker was right, probably a lot."

"You can take my bunk if you want," Echo said pointing the nicest kept one of the bunch, "I have adjustments to make any way," lifting his data port.

"Thank you," a yawn escaping you.

Sleep was the idea, but it didn't last long once the rest of the squad came back. You kept your back turned to them, still pretending to sleep.

"Did you have to hit him so hard with the tray?" Hunter said.

"He's lucky that's all I did."

"She's decided to stay with us," Tech said fiddling with her armor, "the reason why is beyond me."

"Wait so you thought of it but didn't actually think it was an option?" Echo said in disbelief.

"We didn't have long to discuss it before she walked in and I wasn't the one who brought it up nor was I the one who put it so crudely, I didn't expect her to actually consider it after that."

"I'll wake her up," Hunter said waking over to you, "I know you're trying to sleep, but might as well get this over with," he said gently caressing your face.

"Do any of you actually sleep," you mumbled sitting up, you sat yourself up on the edge of the bunk, "Yes?"

Tech motioned for a seat next to him, with mild reluctance of leaving the warm bunk you went and sat by him, "As I was going to ask before someone's had to chime in the other night, yes, most of us, want you to remain here with us. As you are aware you've caused varying reactions in this squad and we would like to attempt to see how it goes; unless you have reservations which would now be the time to voice those."

"It would help to know everyone else feels," you ask trying to reflect being the center of attention a little longer while you're trying to wake up.

"Well, I like ya. You're definitely different. Oh and you don't mind blowing this up, that's an important quality."

"It's incredibly hard to quantify a feeling I have yet to understand, yet I might with time understand it."

"I don't really know," Echo said awkward rubbing the back of his head, "ever since Skako I haven't really thought about romance or women, but I think I like you."

"I think you were personally made for me, in more ways then one and I definitely wouldn't mind have you watch my back in a fight,” after a long paused Hunter arched an eye at the silent squad member “Crosshair?"

"I don’t care, we all collectively find her hot what do feelings have to do about it?.”

“I know that’s a lie,” you said walking up to him letting yourself feel the emotions, “I won’t make you say them but I know you didn’t care of that personal matter,” you smiled at him, bold and cocky.

He stood up and eyed you down, trying to size you down. Crosshair didn’t like his emotions being known or even talking about them. His eyes squinted down at you, his breathing deepened and his heart picked up the pace. You stared up him trying to match his intensity. His backed down, sitting back down on bunk. Which got a lot of raised looking glaring at him. He kept thinking about there was nothing that he could give you that they couldn’t and probably better.

“Is that why you wiped your mouth because you feel like you’re not good enough?”

He shot up so fast, spinning you into the wall with a thud, “Shut it” he growled.

“Like you shut your mouth and walked out?” You said poking at him.

“Shut it,” he growled, his nostril flaring.

“I don’t think you took care of that personal probably,” you said flashing your eyes down and than back up at him.

He backed down and walked over to the ration box, grabbed a snack and munched on it staying on the other side of the room. Everyone was taken back what they witnessed, Crosshair had always been the most composed person besides Tech but seeing him back down was a first for all of them.

“I think he’s embarrassed,” Wrecker jested.

“Oh shut up Wrecker,” he said taking another bite of his bar.

“Crosshair, it’s an order. Go take care of it with literally anyone,” you walking towards the table, your heart hurting but it had to be done, you watched as he lowered the bar from his darkening face.

“Is that an order from our General.”

He realized he said our, realizing their was nothing he could do to push you away because Sith’s knew he tried but you still chose to stay no matter how moody he got. His jaw tighten, it normally it wouldn’t bother him to go find a beautiful girl but this time it was different it made him feel physically sick. Even thinking about it made his stomach turn. His eyes trailed to you trying to gage the depths of reaction, the pain you were obviously trying to hide. It made him feel worse. He quickly walked over to the table, pinning you with one arm and blocking you in.

Crosshair grabbed you by throat and starred at you, "Don’t you dare ever tell me to go after someone else. I'm going to take show you what screaming in bed is like.”

"That was perhaps something all of us didn't need to hear,” Tech said messing with his spanner.

"Then you might want to leave now," he hands ripped the front of your shirt in two, pressing his mouth into you and his finger nail digging into your breast, “kair’ta,” he groaned against your lips, he quickly ripped down your pants picking you up and setting you on the table with one hand unlatching his codpiece letting it fall to the ground.

He pulled both of your arms around his neck grabbing you by the underside of your thighs standing up and slammed himself into you without a single care that the other were barely out of the room. He was panting, not because he was tired but he felt the animal in him stirring and you were going to be his prey. Crosshair grabbed the side of your throat with his teeth, sucking hard on it leaving the mark under your ears.

“No more Regs, your ours and that’s it… That’s all the sharing I think I can do,” he said slowly his pace letting his voice trail off.

“Ours,” the words left your lips in a moan.

“Ours,” he growled burying his cock inside you, “I hope you’re ready to be busy for the next couple hours.”

“Hours?”

“Or all night I haven’t decided.”

Still pumping into you he took you over to his bunk, removing his wet for a moment so he could set you down on the mattress before climbing back on top of you. You let your heel trail down his long slender yet muscular legs. Crosshair wasn’t gentle in any of his touches especially when he put your arms above your head pinned them in place with one hand definitely bruising your wrist bringing the other hand to your mouth brushing your lips with his fingers. Each stroke deliberately following his thumb across your lips.

He could feel you pulsing and he stopped with a grin, “You don’t get to cum yet, not with out jealous you made me. Fucking Tech after I left, I was ready to kill him” he started slowly sheathing himself again.

“Why didn’t you come back?” You asked softly.

“Because I decided that you didn’t need me.”

“I thought you hated me,” sadness creeping in.

“Kair’ta,” he pleaded looking down, “we can talk about this later, for now just enjoy this,” he leading down with some gentle kissing before pulling back with a devilish grin.

He bit his own lip looking down at you taking in every perfect imperfection, before slamming his cock into you threatening to split you in two. His thick cock was heaven, he smiled at your blissful face taking it like a good girl. He was having fun edging you, a little to much to make fun, he let your wrist go to see what you would do with them. His cock pulsated inside of you as he watched your panted breathing quickened as you played with your played with your nipples.

“Crosshair, please,”

“I thought your moans were the most beautiful thing, it’s how you say my name,” he said with quick deliberate thrust, going harder with every moan, “I know you want too,” he cooed.

That was enough to make you come undone for him, loud and your insides clapped down on him making it harder for him to thrust but he didn’t stop. One hand clawing your breast and another on his armor, he was so hot in it. The death grip on him loosened and he was growling in your ear that he wasn’t going anywhere. He was so beautiful, deep brown eyes, smokey white hair, slender confidant figure he was yours, just yours, while you had to be shared he didn’t want anyone else; which was enough to make you cum again his dick.

“What was that for?” He smiled.

“We can talk about that later,” you said once your core untightened itself, “Are you ever going to cum?” You asked shyly.

“Do you want me too?” He smiled.

“Yes..”

“Then hold on,” he said pulling you partially off the bunk to where he could stand over you and watch every squirm you made under him, he grabbed your knees and shoved them wider apart tightening your entry.

He smiled when he came, pulling out letting his semen shot all over your chest. He knew where you wanted it but wanted to mark you with his scent. You let out a whiney moan as each hot drop touches your skin.

“You look beautiful as my Canvas, but I think you would look more beautiful with more and dripping out of you,” he said pushing his trying to soften cock back in.

After 2 more loads on you, he finally started filling you up. You were sore, bruised and half conscious. Every inch of you tingled.

“I think that the personal matter is almost satisfied for now,” he smiled at down at you, trying to get get one more out.

“Crosshair-“ you hiccuped.

“Yes?” He moaned, nearing the end.

“You’re really pretty,” you let out as a small hum.

When he pulled out of you he cock was still twitching but he had fun looking down at the mess of you, satisfied with his work. He looked down to see the mess of his armor, for a millisecond thought about leaving it there as a reminder but decided against it. He returned his back at you with his hands on his hips realizing there was no way he was getting you into the shower. He sighed finding a canteen with water and an old towel to wipe himself off and to at least try to scrub off most of you, even trying to scooping himself out of you so you were such a mess when you came off the pleasure wave you were on. He noticed the clock and saw it was early in the next rotation days and was smug about it. Although that meant every reg who passed by this morning heard it. He chuckled, at least no one interrupted.

He wrapped you in a blanket and let you sleep while he quickly headed to the shower and then to the mess. He found his brothers at the tables chatting away, everyone back to their regular selves. Crosshair sat down with a smug expression.

“By the look on your face you had a good night,”

Hunter said eyeing him.

“The mess needs stronger Caf,” he said sipping the drink.

“By the looks of it he didn’t sleep,” Tech interjected looking at the small eye bags forming, “it’s obvious.”

A smile tugged on his lips, “No sir, I did not.”

“Speaking of which, where is she?” Echo asked.

“Deliriously laying down, hopefully sleeping by now.”

“Delirious? What does that mean?” Wrecker asked.

“A disturbance in the mind usually due to intoxication causing incoherence of thought and speech, she more then like currently half conscious feeling an endorphin rush or asleep.”

“How are you doing doing Crosshair?” Hunter asked.

“Better.”

“Good- because everyone is talking about it,” he said tilting his head to side listening in.

“They’re just jealous,” Wrecker patted his arm.

“I’m going to go check on her, in case she needs to go to med bay,” Tech glared at Crosshair.

“He’s definitely jealous,” Crosshair chuckled.

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