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There were many things in life that Rex regretted and the speed that Cody’s marks faded from view was one of them. He was lucky if they lasted half a day, and even the hardest of marks only lasted a few days from the deeper bruising before that too vanished like raindrops evaporating from concrete.
It wasn’t a surprise - all clones seemed to heal quickly as far as he could tell - but it was still kriffing frustrating, and Rex scowled at his traitorous skin before pulling the top back down and heading out. That, of course, held a significant risk of Small Talk, and that danger only increased as he headed into the common areas, but he needed to do something. At least his hard scowl prevented the majority of people from stopping to talk to him and that suited him absolutely fine. His head was complicated enough without needing to spend precious brain cells on social etiquette and, as Cody put it, ‘not looking like he wanted to murder folk’.
And complicated was an understatement. He’d put everything he could into work to keep his mind occupied, but that only worked for those hours when he was actively engaged in anything. Even he had to stop and eat and drink and shower, and he’d had to exhaust himself to the point of unconsciousness before sleep became even remotely viable.
Not that it stopped the dreams, of course, they just kept coming. Intense, complicated dreams. If it wasn’t pain from Echo, it was guilt over Fives, or lust from Cody, and too often he’d woken up with a panting, sweaty jolt, the images still so damned clear in his mind that he sometimes felt he could reach out and touch them.
Yeah, he was going mad. He was certainly doing the ‘coping’ thing wrong too, but Rex didn’t care either. If he wanted to avoid thinking about things then he could. If he wanted to replace thoughts with pain and actions and sex, then who the hell was going to stop him.
If he wanted to avoid Fives then ..
.. well, that made him even more guilty, but what the hell was he going to say? He’d already said his bit, albeit uncomfortably and hesitantly, worried he was going to make things worse. There was nothing he could do to fix the situation and Fives had already made it clear he didn’t want pity or ‘help’ for anything. More awkward silences weren't going to help anyone, and Rex told himself that furiously every single time, and every single time it failed to help his discomfort.
Kriffing hell, stop being so damned wet. At least his bonded brother hadn’t just been obliterated in front of him, unlike Fives. Had to remember the bigger picture while he was moping around.
But at least he hadn’t done what some of their brothers had done when faced with stress and death and uncertainty; the bottle was an easy draw to many, but not one Rex was prepared to make. He might be happy making himself suffer but he wasn't going to put his troopers at unnecessary risk, not now, not ever, and certainly not through some personal weakness.
And that, of course, led him to Cody. Was Cody his personal weakness or guardian of his sanity? Who knew. Not him. All he knew was it was good and satisfying without causing chaos, and spoke to parts of him that were normally hard to contact.
Those parts were particularly interested in Cody and his new Kix-approved tube of special lube, and the need to be distracted increased every time it crossed his mind. Cody asking for lube confirmed he wanted to take it further, right? Sure, not in so many words, but it wasn’t as though the man was likely to need the lube to remove the squeak from his door hinges. After all, all the holovids had some flavour of sex in it, from the subtle to the in-your-face-ball-sucking, and they’d both leaned towards interest-
Rex chuckled to himself bitterly. Leaned? They’d both run full pelt toward interest. Last session had him desperate to be shoved roughly over the crate, to feel his ass cheeks parted and the heat of Cody’s twitching cock shoved deep inside him, and even now he could feel the residual tremble and the way his body had ached so badly it was a miracle his blood hadn’t stop pumping.
And Cody hadn’t been much better, he was sure of it. He knew his brother, knew his expressions, and knew when the calm, neutral one was anything but.
Their relationship might be complicated but his need was full on animalistic, simple and hungry, and Rex craved it like a moth to a light.
But when it came down to it, that’s all it was - a craving. It didn’t mean anything. Oral was one thing - and he could still taste Cody’s seed in his memory, or feel the thick cock slam into the back of his mouth over and over again - but getting properly fucked was another. His groin tightened just at that thought, although from fear or arousal he couldn’t quite say.
Don’t fuck your best friend if you wanted to keep things simple wasn’t said often but as a general life guideline it was pretty damned good. Things changed with sex. Could be good. Could be bad. But whatever it was, it was a line that couldn’t be uncrossed.
Uh-huh. Like he wasn't sneaking over the line already.
That wasn’t even the only complication. Submitting to Cody felt natural enough, as had Anakin, but Rex was a little too aware of the side of him that demanded more control and strength that just wouldn’t shut the hell up. It was quiet at the moment while things were new but he could feel it stirring deep inside him, the switch that Kix had maintained he was.
The desire to turn. The desire to take control. To fight.
Kriff sake, he needed the harsher language before he did something they both regretted, because Cody wasn’t the type of guy who went on the bottom. Hell, Rex hadn’t been entirely sure whether Cody was that bothered about sex at all up until recently. His passion was his work and, to some extent, his Jedi, but clearly Cody could let loose whenever he really wanted to, and furthermore-
He turned a corner and it was only down to a small miracle and some fancy footwork that stopped him crashing straight into Fives coming the other way.
Their eyes met, Fives just as startled as he was.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck!
Silence for the first few moments, heavy and cloying between them. Rex hadn’t failed them, he knew that - they were both ARC Troopers and damned good ones, and Echo died doing what he always wanted to do. And yet no amount of reassurance lifted that heavy weight from his shoulders, because if he hadn’t failed them at that point then he was certainly failing Fives now because Rex was a kriffing coward and all he had to do was talk to him, offer him some comfort, all the help he so desperately wanted to offer and didn’t know how to find the words that would draw Fives to him rather than push him away.
Just words. And yet words seemed to be the hardest thing.
“Captain,”
“Fives,”
It still hurt to look at him, a blast to the past and a walking accusatory memory that Rex couldn’t avoid. They said that time healed all wounds but ‘They’ were idiots and wounds never fully healed but changed into something else, and anyway time was rarely something they had. Even if they did then Fives wasn’t exactly the patient type and would go insane without giving the man something to do. They were bred and trained for their work; without it, what the hell were they?
Did that make it easier? Did it hell.
“You all right, sir?”
The cautious words dragged him back to the living and Rex shook himself mentally before he made things worse.
“Sorry,” he offered a weak smile. “Mind on other things,”
Fives didn’t look convinced but then he wasn’t an idiot. “Yeah, understandable,”
“How are you doing?” Rex wasn’t sure whether he wanted to ask but he needed to. He had so many regrets that he hadn’t tried to spend more time with the Domino boys beforehand, establish more of a way to talk to them without the structure of authority shaping it. Establish more of a relationship for that matter, and his mind flickered regretfully over what could have been before he realised he was getting caught up again.
“Yeah, fine, sir,” Standard answer, the only answer that Fives would come up with. “Uh, did you need me for anything? It’s been a while and .. well, it’s kinda quiet,”
Did he need him for anything? Oh, if only he knew, but Fives had enough issues on his plate without his damned Captain being part of it. And yet as he looked at those hopeful eyes he couldn’t help feeling like the lowest type of scum. He knew that desperation to do something, as familiar to him as his own feet, and Fives would go crazy - crazier - if he didn’t have something to distract himself with. Every time he’d seen the boys they’d bounced off each other like two halves of the same brain, Fives’ ambitious passion controlled by Echo’s sanity, and Echo’s caution fired up by Fives’ can-do attitude. He could only imagine how loud the silence was without Echo, how distant the walls felt even with so many of their other brothers.
He could send him out on an assignment. Could send him out to help with a few other things too, and yet Rex couldn’t bring himself to put him in danger again. Not quite yet.
But Fives was a soldier, and being in safety was not what he was born to do. He wouldn’t thank him for overbearing protection.
Another small look at that face, those eyes, that challenge, and a slow traitorous heartbeat began to sound in his ears before a horrified Rex forced his mind away. Kriff sake, Fives might be interested in kink or he might not be, but this, without doubt, was not the time, not least because he was damned sure that the man would leap at it with no questions asked regardless of whether he was interested or not.
Fives’ impulse check, after all, had died at the Citadel.
“Not right now, Fives,” Rex said and died a little more as the hope faded further to be replaced by a defensive, stronger look as though Fives was determined to insist it didn’t matter. Additional words showed up immediately. “Probably need your help soon, though. Big plans ahead,”
“Yeah,” Fives clearly didn’t believe a word, and Rex didn’t blame him either. “Well, whenever you’re ready, Captain,”
“Right,” said Rex, watching as he left. Kriff, he was a bastard. And he was still a bastard when Cody walked up to him.
“You look happy,” he said. Rex’s teeth ground together.
“It’s nothing,”
“Oh, you’re in one of those moods,”
“Kriff off,” The words were out of his mouth before he’d even realised they’d gone, only to find Cody’s sharper look aimed at him. Rex deflated. Not the wisest words he could have said.
“Retracted,” It was almost an apology, and at least Cody was the type of person who’d know that. Rex took a deeper breath and glanced around the room as though it might have something easier to rest his eyes. “I thought you were busy tonight,”
“General Kenobi was called into a last minute meeting,”
Of course he was. “You poor thing,”
The words were automatic and so was the regret as soon as he said it. Cody’s stern but fair expression turned into something that any trooper regretted getting in the way of, and if it wasn’t quite so terrifying then Rex definitely felt he’d be turned on.
“And what,” said Cody, ice in every word. “does that mean?”
Kriff. Cody had always been sensitive about any hint of inappropriate behaviour with Kenobi. Not the time to poke the beast either.
“I mean the annoyance of last minute cancellations,” Rex said smoothly.
They both knew that was a lie, just as they both knew they didn’t want to delve into the real reason for his comment. Rex wondered whether to ask him what else he wanted to do but that was pushing things already. Cody was doing him the favour, he set out its terms and conditions.
Still, seemed a shame to waste his snarl now that Cody had let it out. Thankfully they seemed to be on the same page as Cody eyed him with a look that spoke of calculations happening in the background.
“Mm,” Cody said. “And where were you going?”
Everywhere and nowhere was the actual destination. Away from his walls. Away from his head. And a small amount of him had wondered whether Cody might be around, but now that he’d found him Rex found his bravery had somewhere else it preferred to be.
“Just coming back from an assessment,” Another lie, but an easier one and one that Cody clearly wasn’t planning to press.
“So not busy, then?”
“No,”
It wasn’t their scheduled session time but his heart was already quick in his chest at the possibilities. Its speed almost doubled as Cody’s impassive expression studied him with the coolness that suggested Rex had done something wrong. And he hadn’t, he knew he hadn’t, and yet that thrill shivered through him like a drunk snake on ice.
Perhaps Kenobi’s loss would be Rex’s win.
“Stock check?” Cody asked finally.
Heart crashed from fast to stopped dead at Cody’s confirmation, but Rex nodded and hoped it wasn’t as shaky as it felt. Kriff, yes. Like Cody ever needed to ask, although he did appreciate the heads up rather than being dragged forcefully into a cupboard.
The small flicker of a satisfied smile didn’t quite remove the hungry look from Cody’s eyes.
“Good. Follow me,”
He followed a slight step behind Cody, troopers moving out of the way of the Commander’s determined walk as though their lives depended on it. Who knew what it looked like to onlookers - perhaps a serious mission, or a life and death position - and Rex grinned to himself. It was a strange type of pride to like that but it was pride nevertheless, and the corridors grew quieter as they approached their storeroom of choice.
“I’m assuming you’ve recently showered,” Cody tossed toward him in a low voice. Thankfully yes. Didn’t want to interrupt anything by needing to scrub his entrails.
He also didn’t know whether to be excited that Cody was asking but a shiver worked down his back anyway.
“You implying I’m filthy?” Rex commented as something to say.
“Yes. Your answer?”
Rex huffed a laugh. “I’m clean,”
A small nod of acknowledgement. “Good to know. Get in,”
Rex was completely unsurprised to note that Cody’s bag was already in situ as they got into the room and the door slid closed behind them. He almost commented about how completely un-adhoc it clearly was, but self preservation kept his tongue as he stripped off anything he could - clothes, boots, the whole damned works - and turned to look at his Commander for his orders.
How odd, that completely naked felt better, as though he’d committed to a scene rather than shyly shuffled into it.
Or for the other, less salubrious, reason - that he was damned horny and desperately needed this - and his hungry gaze struggled to avoid eying Cody up like meat at a feast. Half of Rex wanted to turn and pounce on his brother, breathing in his scent and tasting the salt on his skin. The other half had some sense, but even that was beginning to fray at the edges.
Oh, what they could do with an open space, a mock-argument, and some lube.
“This work for you?” Rex asked finally when the silence had lingered long enough to feel like a stalker rather than a guest.
Well, at least he wasn’t the only one with a hungry gaze. Cody looked down his body as though on an official inspection before VIPs were due to visit, and the insistent throb already in Rex’s bones found a new reason to increase.
“It’ll do,” Cody said finally and dismissively.
How generous, and Rex almost laughed. Little by little Cody was also stepping into some type of persona whenever he did this, a harder, nastier form that promised Retribution for any misdeeds, and Rex didn’t know what had sparked that off but he was damned sure he liked it.
He was just about to turn around to take up the usual position when there was an unimpressed cough.
“Did I say move, Captain?”
Like that, huh? Who was he to argue with said persona now that Cody was gaining confidence. Rex returned to his position and straightened his back as though they were in front of officers.
“No,”
“No what?”
So many choices to answer that with, from the safe to the suicidal, and many of them would soon test how serious Cody’s persona was going to go. Rex toyed with the idea of pushing his luck immediately but even his level of insanity wasn’t that brave. Fives, on the other hand, would probably jump in all guns blazing and-
Kriff sake, stop thinking about Fives. And definitely, definitely not Echo.
“Is this a difficult question for you?”
Rex dragged his mind back where it was supposed to be.
“No, sir.” Probably needed a bit more. “Sorry, sir,”
His breath caught as the hand confidently trailed over his chest and downwards, tickling over the light dusting of hair that ran from his navel to his traitorously eager groin as Rex instinctively sucked in his stomach. Their eyes met again before Cody made another dismissive grunt and turned away.
Okay, this might be a persona but it was a little too unlike Normal Cody for him not to check in.
“You okay, sir?”
Cody’s confusion was obvious, his hand pausing as he reached for his crop. “What?”
Oh, well done. Try to get Cody to take on a gruffer, harder character and then act like he was weird when he did so. Rex winced internally but pushed on, aware that an explanation was better than a backtrack.
“You’re kinda ..,” Rex tried to choose his next word carefully and failed. “.. uh, grumpy,”
Grumpy did not improve. “Am I,”
Yeah, he was. Might be persona, might be something else. Enough shit around the GAR at this point in time for this to be an act of stress relief for more than just Rex, and he watched his friend carefully. That care tripled as Cody turned back to him with the crop in his hand and a hard look in his eyes, and Rex stiffened in more ways than one as the tip of the crop flicked against his vulnerable nipple with the danger of a snake’s flickering tongue.
“I’m not the one you should be worrying about right now,” Cody said finally. “How hard?”
Their eyes met briefly and there was that familiar, tiny eyebrow twitch of amusement from Cody. Oh, like that, huh? Rex breathed out slowly and felt the steady heartbeat pick up in the more exotic parts of his body. Okay, if Cody was sure then so was he.
“Hard,”
Like there was any other option. Slow and steady had always felt like nibbling on a ration bar when he was standing in front of an open feast, and his shoulders straightened further as Cody drew closer.
Fuck, he was glorious when he was like that, all fire and strength and .. well, passion.
“Are you bothered about my grumpiness?”
“Nosir,” Rex kept his eyes forward, nothing to see here. “Just making sure you were okay,”
“Very sweet,” But Cody had relaxed again, satisfied that this wasn’t an attempt to stop the proceedings. Cody’s other hand trailed over Rex’s stomach and then downward, cupping his cock and balls in a firm grip that promised to go tighter, and Rex swallowed. Their eyes met again, Cody’s steady and Rex’s trying to work out exactly how much trouble he was in.
Apparently a lot.
“Still wanting to go the holovid route?” Cody murmured.
Which holovid? He’d given him a few to choose from and a few of those he’d dared to increase the risk factor to wistful fantasy rather than practicality. His answer was the same regardless, of course. It just occasionally was nice to have a little bit of warning. Not much. Just a slither, a mouthful, possibly even a seductive lick of warning, and now his mind was very, very complicated as his lower half ached even harder.
“Yeah. S’long as it’s nothing I need to be worried about for you,”
“Mm,” Cody was clearly untroubled as he leaned forward. The hairs on the back of Rex’s neck rose as a soft murmur tickled in his ear as though there was a damned audience watching them from a hidden part of the storeroom. “Any type of ‘no’ will be enough to stop, understand? And you don’t have to worry about me. Just worry about yourself,”
The hand squeezed again pointedly and Rex’s breath found it had somewhere else it preferred to be like the coward it was. This was especially true when Cody’s voice sharpened, a subtle knife hidden in a cube of butter.
“You’ll do what you’re told,” Oh, that voice. Harder. Stricter. No nonsense. Rex almost melted into a puddle there and then, the pre-come leaking from him shamelessly and his heartbeat in his ears. The flush to his face was painfully obvious as Rex tried to calm himself down. Cody purred in a way that Rex didn’t even know he could purr, like the man had swallowed a Skallian tiger. “We clear?”
So clear that shinies would probably try to walk through it. “Yessir,”
The touch turned its attention to his aching erection causing Rex’s mind to almost break. Every scrap of willpower was utilised to keep himself firmly still, Cody’s soft words still swirling around his mind and Rex caught the moan before it escaped as Cody stepped back and the delicious warmth around his cock vanished.
“Assume the position,” Cody said.
No need to ask which one. Rex turned, his hands on the crate and legs parting, the angle of his back deliberately chosen to allow Cody free access to his lower body if and when he wanted it. No matter how much he told himself to calm down he couldn’t, every inch of his skin burning with anticipation for touch no matter what form it took. This wasn’t helped by Cody slapping the crop hard against something as a precursor, probably his own thigh to get that sound, and the echo vibrated through him like a shiver from a frozen whippet.
And then it was on.
Cody started hard and he started quick. Four impacts in quick succession that burned their way over his ass, four parallel lines neatly arranged from the rise to almost the crease between buttock and thigh that caught his breath in his throat and made him instinctively curl a little more over the crate.
And that was just the start. A short break that barely gave him time to recover his oxygen before Cody continued, this time a little lower on his leg as the crop cruelly exploiting the soft vulnerable flesh of his inner thigh with precise attacks to sting in such a way that made Rex both want to widen away from it and close to protect his balls. And then he moved back again to his ass, adding to the low throbbing pain.
Rex lowered his head, his breathing faintly ragged but still controlled. For now, anyway. Cody was doing what Cody did best, using every scrap of information to hone his skills over time, and Rex suspected that the man had probably even practised in his room with his crop to get exactly what he needed with each strike.
But it all came back to his ass, and if the light was lower Rex wouldn’t be surprised if the damned thing would glow in the dark by the way it stung and screamed at him. The sensations had steamrollered his mind already, his groin tightening gleefully, and Rex’s hands curled a little tighter as his willpower struggled to keep hold.
He could do this. Still. Do not move. Do not say anything. Just stay put.
Just. Stay
Willpower or optimism? He didn’t know. His increasingly desperate gasps for breath had an element of grunt-whimper to them that he prayed only he could hear, and the chances of that rapidly grew poorer as Cody paused to stroke over his reddening skin soothingly. If he didn’t know better, he’d say the man was deliberately toying with him.
Wasn’t hard enough though. It felt good - no, it felt great, his legs trembling to stay upright and a swirl of need and desire in his stomach - but his mind was still able to wander onto other things, and that needed to change.
“...more, sir,” he managed to pant out the words and fingers paused incredulously.
“Do I need to gag you?”
Oh kriff yes, but Rex shut up about that immediately. Not that his voice would have worked anyway; the next few blows were hard enough that his breath was torn away and his thighs slammed into the edge of the crate to instinctively flee despite the fact his mind was of the opposite opinion. And Cody wasn’t stopping there. By the end of a furious torrent of blows, Rex’s breathing was fast and ragged, his hands trembling in place as he kept himself up and his head bowed as the pain and desire and need screamed through him without respite.
And this was it, this was what he needed, and a shaky laugh escaped his throat. Time seemed to vanish and the only thing he could think of was Cody and the crop and the rhythmic beat of the punishment landing on him. After a while Cody began to vary his blows, some hard, some softer, some viciously sharp, lessening whenever Rex’s legs threatened to give way before building up again once he’d recovered.
Dazed and kriff-near disoriented, Rex tried and failed to get a grip on his mind. Good-good-good-ah!-good- and yet he could feel a growing urge somewhere in the fogs of his mind, wanting to turn, to grab, to pounce, to do something. He couldn’t, wouldn’t. Pouncing on Cody was not going to help no matter how much his blood screamed for it but patience was SO HARD and his hands curled tighter into fists as willpower struggled with emotion. The pain was no longer pain but a blanket of warmth across his lower half, both sensitive and yet strangely numb with little darts of sharper pain focusing his attention every so often.
Kriff, he ached. His balls felt tight, his cock so hard it threatened to break, his desperation strong enough for him to give up everything as long as he received what he was craving. With legs barely strong enough to hold him up, movement was definitely not happening and yet reality did nothing to stop the urge.
Reality was doing other things as well. It took him a moment through the daze to realise the flurry of blows had stopped. His chest heaving for air, Rex was just about to save up his oxygen in order to complain - and probably earn himself harder ones, with any luck - when all oxygen vanished as a soft touch was back on his ass once again, and this time it was planning to explore.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
A deeper breath was sucked in as the finger slid confidently into the crevasse between his ass cheeks to gently stroke against his hole, and his mind almost melted again. But Cody was waiting to see what he did, do not fuck this up-
The noise from his throat was supposed to be a growl but it was probably more of a squeak. Every muscle in his body itched to turn, to grab him and roll around and play and nip but he needed to stay put, he needed to follow orders, wasn’t anything crazier than any of Skywalker’s needs, he could do this, behave, submissive, submissive, submissive-
A soft laugh. “Rex, stop growling at me,”
Was he growling? He didn’t realise he was growling, and yet now that Cody had said it he could feel the vibrations through his throat. Oh no. A flush rose to his cheeks and he bit it down again, mortified.
“Sorry,”
The word was a mere mumble but Cody didn’t seem to mind. Fingers strayed to his sensitive rim again and any embarrassment was swamped by need and desire again as they circled and played with more confidence than he’d ever thought Cody would have for the situation. Not that he had time to dwell on that, and in truth he didn’t care - practise, research, hell, random vision during food break, didn’t matter, what mattered was the finger pressing against his twitching hole and slowly pushing inside his desperate body.
Oh maker, kriff, kriff, kriff-
Head bowed, lungs barely with enough oxygen, his head spun as one finger swiftly turned into two, and now the startling feeling of penetration turned into an insistent stretch as his body desperately tried to adapt.
“Good,”
Cody’s pleased voice occurred somewhere in the surrounding mist but Rex could barely concentrate on that as the fingers began to move, slow circles at first before sliding in and out of him and then circling again, and thank kriff Cody had gone for something with a bit of size rather than slowly tease him into readiness. Patience wasn’t a possibility, and Rex’s hips were already nudging back against the hand to speed that endeavour up.
But then he wasn’t in charge and the palm of Cody’s other hand smacked his hip hard enough for the sting to radiate through him.
“Behave,” Stern and strict as those fingers continued to plunder his inner areas.
Rex grumbled breathlessly. He was behaving. He wasn’t fighting back, he hadn’t turned to grab him, he wasn’t touching himself, behaving, behaving- akk!
“Good,” said Cody approvingly having inserted another finger and now it was the size where he couldn’t ignore it, his muscles stretched around those fingers so tightly and Rex growl-moaned his semi-demands under the onslaught.
Please fuck him. Please. Please.
Fingers vanished and Rex was drawing in air when the solid tip of Cody’s cock pressed against him, foot kicking out his ankle to widen his thighs. The need to bend over further was just as instinctual as gritting his teeth as the thick length slowly pressed into him, a relentless force spreading him even wider as it pushed its way deeper.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, over and over in his mind, his head tipping down, his breath caught, his whole damned body tense and waiting and shaking. So good, so intense but so good, the whole damned building could blow up and he wouldn’t notice unless he fell on his face and-
And Cody was in, fully in, up to the hilt, and the growl in his throat was helpless and impossible to stop. A hand had slid to his shoulder as almost somewhere to brace and for a moment Rex had an urge to have something around his throat for Cody to grab on to, to pull him into the rutting he craved, and he growl-whined again desperately.
The pause didn’t last for long. Cody was moving again, harder, over and over until his body was a ball of writhing sensation and his mind was barely clinging to intelligence. Snarling, panting, Rex scrabbled for a moment before resting, Cody’s hand pinning his shoulders down firmly as his hips slammed into him over and over again. Every so often the angle would shift and a blast of pleasure rushed through from the inside to slip away again, his cock hard and aching and needy and the whimper-groans forced from his lips each time those hips slammed against him.
Needed - had to have - so bad - wanted-
He was moving before Rex even realised what he was doing; Cody pulled out briefly and Rex spun, grabbing hold of his surprised brother and slamming them backward against the door as their mouths met each other almost viciously. Kriff, he needed this, needed it so badly, and Cody was kissing him back hard, his tongue in Rex’s mouth and hands over his hips as they writhed together in a mixture of friction and desire and need.
Shouldn’t be doing this but he was going to, Rex’s snarl in the back of his throat as he kissed and touched and ground against him, and Cody allowed him a few moments of success before the fight was on. Flipping, wrestling, putting everything they had in it as Cody’s superior brand of sneaky tactics met up with Rex’s stubborn brute force and - annoyingly - seemed to be winning.
But Rex’s subconscious mind had another trick to play.
“Fuck!” Cody’s voice was a yelp in shock and Rex, startled, almost jumped with him as he slowly began to realise where his teeth had ended up. He’d bitten him? He’d bitten him and a mix of confusion and shock and satisfaction rushed through him right up to the point where Cody took the opportunity to shove him back against the crate with one hand against his throat.
“You think that’s behaving?!” Cody snarled back breathlessly.
No. But behaving had never been the point, and Rex would have apologised - probably - if Cody wasn’t pinning him tightly enough that he could feel his whole throat move if he swallowed. He snarled again, this time silently, but didn’t push back against him.
He shouldn’t have done it but there was no denying the pleasure that he had.
“Give me one reason why I don’t just stop here,” Oh, that voice, sharp, hard, vicious, every single thing that spoke to the core of him, and Rex would have worried more if the gleam wasn’t in his brother’s eyes and Cody’s thigh wasn’t deliberately pressed hard against his cock.
The taste of Cody’s skin in his mouth was still there and it was glorious.
Not that he had time to savour it. Within moments he’d been spun again, the edges of the crate pressed into his thighs as Cody slammed back into him with remarkable accuracy, and Rex no longer cared what his voice or anything else was doing as he felt himself ploughed open and the need overwhelmed him again.
Cody was taking no prisoners. His hips were set at a fast, hard pace, Rex all but pinned in place as their soft noises filled the storeroom. He had no idea how long they were fucking for. It could have been eternity, could be a few minutes maximum, but the thrusts were harder, faster and shorter as Cody all but rutted into him with a fury that took Rex’s breath away.
But even Cody couldn’t last for too long. His body stilling signified the beginning of the end; there was the softest of groans before Cody came, the warmth of his seed blossoming deep inside him and Rex sagged a little further against his crate as though clinging to a lifeline.
But Cody wasn’t finished. Panting softly, he reached between his legs and Rex’s senses had a moment again as that hand, that wonderful hand he’d been desperate for as Cody began to stroke him roughly, and he barely needed a minute of stimulation before he was coming just as hard as his Dominant.
And then things got messy again. He remembered panting for air as all the energy in his body seemed to vanish. He remembered the very real fear that his trembling legs wouldn’t hold him. And he remembered movement, spinning round, pouncing on him and into another rough kiss, hard and passionate as his sweat drenched body pressed hard against Cody’s still mostly clothed one and he licked up his neck, tasting his musk and his salt and .. well him and -
“Bite me again and you’ll regret it,” Cody’s voice was breathless but still mostly amused as it broke into his consciousness.
Bite? Him? Would he. Rex huffed and would have fallen back if Cody hadn’t grabbed hold of him and pulled him downward. His ass ached. His back ached. Everything ached and somehow that was so good it was like sliding into a warm pool of water. Somewhere and somehow Cody had managed to get a couple of pillows ready for his sudden but inevitable surrender, but Rex barely gave them a passing glance as his mind sank into exhaustion and his body desperately wanted the same.
Through the fog he was aware of Cody sitting next to him so close that his side was pressed against Rex’s as though expecting to have to prop him up. Couldn’t blame him. He was a mess.
“Here. Drink.” And again when Rex’s instinctive reaction was to resist. “Drink,”
He drank. It was faintly sweet. Cody didn’t ask him any further questions and that was fine by him, Rex curling closer as he tried to recover his breath and stop himself from shaking, pretending that the blanket that Cody subtly passed to him was standard procedure. Every muscle felt weak, as though they’d give up on him if he dared try to stand, and that was embarrassing but right now he didn’t care.
Another wave of confused thoughts drifted across him and to Rex’s dazed horror he’d never felt so close to hugging his brother out of simple affection, a desire to .. well. Cuddle. Not that he’d ever really ‘cuddled’ in his whole damned life, cuddling was for other people, not him, no way, no how. Right?
Rex blinked ahead and tried to get his mind to cooperate with his general viewpoint of the world.
Meanwhile, Cody was watching the opposite wall as though it was offering him some interesting form of entertainment as he patiently waited for Rex to drag his mind back. The warmth was appealing, a little too appealing, and every inch of Rex was desperate to lean into it.
His fingers curled into the blanket further as he forced his eyes open, and took another larger, shakier breath.
Focus. Focus!
And yet none of him was planning to do that any time soon. Still, at least he wasn’t being rushed, and Rex gratefully sank into the recovery that Cody was offering.
“You back with me?” Cody said eventually, which was answered by a small grunt-huff. “I’m taking that as a yes,”
But thankfully Cody wasn’t taking that as a cue to enter into some type of speech as silence fell again, another comfortable one that spoke of simple rest out of pleasure rather than necessity. Little by little, Rex focused on the other sounds around them. The occasional sound of movement. The tick-tapping of the pipes leading through the ceiling. The faintly muffled noises of activities in a corridor far away. The sweat was drying on his skin leaving him a little cold but Cody was there as a human heater and the blanket caressed everything that he missed.
Rex smiled to himself. Cody was always damned prepared. If it wasn’t so touching it would be annoying.
“Thanks,” Rex said eventually, soft enough that he wasn’t even sure Cody would hear him. He did. A look of suspicious bewilderment aimed itself at him.
“What on Kamino are you thanking me for?”
Really. Rex resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Your take on Coruscant poetry. Take a guess what I’m thanking you for,”
A small hand wave indicated the crate and the blanket and the messy, sweaty, aching pile of limbs that was currently him. Sure, it wasn’t words but Cody had always been good at translations.
“Well, you’re welcome,” Cody replied after a while, and then again, a little more hesitantly. “That what you were hoping for?”
After all that and Cody was still worried, and another alien flash of hug-desire raced through him before he firmly shoved that to one side. Still, his hand patted Cody’s thigh gently, although such was his muscle strength that for a second he almost missed his target.
“Yeah,”
“Good. Amendments needed?”
He couldn’t stop the soft laugh at that as Rex closed his eyes and tilted his head back against the crate. Typical Cody. Only finished a moment earlier and he was already looking for areas to improve. Not that he was going to object to that, of course. Confidence led to better and bigger things, and they’d just got started. Still, not just now.
“If you think my head’s good enough for significant words you’re gonna be disappointed,”
“Understood,” They drifted back to companionable silence again and Rex had almost drifted off when there was another soft noise beside him and the smallest of wriggles.
“So that bite.” Caution in every carefully selected word. “Is that good or bad?”
Good question. Rex adjusted his position, the blanket further across his lap as he thought back over said desire. Sure, it was strong, and it was primal, and he wanted to do bad things to him and pin him and-
The blanket was readjusted over his groin a little more and Rex tried not to let the growing flush affect his face.
“Good,”
“I see.” Another quick pause. “Should I be reprimanding you if you do it?”
Rex huffed a laugh. “Probably,”
“Would you stop if I did?”
The answer to that was obvious. He could already feel the disobedience fizzing in his veins. “Probably not,”
“I appreciate the honesty,” Cody paused. “To a certain extent,”
They went back to watching the other wall, Cody’s warmth so natural against his own. In truth, the whole damned thing felt natural as soon as they’d got over the shock of starting, even the damned mock-fight that merely added additional spice into the mood.
But Rex’s mind was slowly coming out of its lazy daze and reality was coughing in his ear about stuff he really should be concerned about. He shifted slightly and tried to surreptitiously glance down at Cody’s arm, but fabric had already been pulled down to foil his plans.
Dammit.
“Uh.. speaking of the bite..”
“It’s okay,” Cody seemed unconcerned and probably would have continued staring at the wall if Rex’s heavy gaze hadn’t tried to bore a small hole through his head. A heavy sigh later and Cody offered his arm up for inspection which Rex gladly took. A small bite mark, nothing more than a nip, and the relief washed over him. Thank kriff for that. Cody wasn’t supposed to get injured, it wasn’t in the rules.
Although he couldn’t deny there was a level of satisfaction associated with it. Only small, of course.
Well, possibly larger.
“Sorry,” Rex said, as the most appropriate thing to mention at this stage.
“I don’t mind the bite. I do mind the lie,” Cody pointed out. “You’re not sorry,”
No, he wasn’t sorry. The adrenaline from the small fight was still racing through his veins, and that was only enhanced by Cody’s calm and seemingly happy viewpoint over the whole thing. For a man who’d just gone through this type of thing, he was doing surprisingly well. Suspiciously well, really, and Rex’s mind focused in on that a little more.
“So,” his tongue toyed with the word. “Does this mean you like it?”
A small pause but a tiny smile. “It has some appeal,”
“Going to tell me which bits in particular?” Rex was fascinated.
“I’m in charge of these sessions. I just make sure you’re up for the things I am,” Cody gave him a side glance, paused, and then gently readjusted the blanket over Rex’s legs. Not that Rex really cared about the little fusses over him, there were better things to think about.
“That’s not an answer,”
“Of course it’s an answer, it had words and everything,”
“Look,” Rex hesitated. “If you wanted to reduce anything, we could always-,”
“After everything we’ve just been through, why the hell do you think I want to give up anything?” A small irritable tone in his voice. “I can see the appeal. Accept a win when it falls in your lap, Rex,”
Rex took the hint. “It’s like that, huh?”
The smallest of eyebrow twitches. “It’s like that,”
He couldn’t help himself. “And this means you’re up for more?”
And the smug smile that turned back to him gave him all the information he needed.
END