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The last couple months had been pretty hectic. Echo hadn't expected for Clone Force 99 to have mission after mission back to back but it was a welcome distraction from the growing pain in his cybernetic hips. He wasn't sure what had caused it, but he had been able to ignore it for the most part hoping it would go away as he got used to the prosthetics.
Echo did one last sweep of the exterior of the Havoc Marauder, making sure the ship hadn't taken any significant damage. It hadn't, but the cyborg did it anyway; paranoid that something bad would happen if he didn't. Just because they were stopped at a Republic occupied planet to resupply didn't mean something couldn't go wrong.
Satisfied that the ship was ready for takeoff, Echo made his way to the Marauder’s entrance. The cyborg grit his teeth as his hips protested the movement and huffed out a sigh. He couldn't ignore this forever, especially since if he didn't get it fixed it could jeopardize the safety of his new team.
Echo stepped inside the ship and noticed that Tech was seated at the cockpit with Hunter leaning over the technician’s seat. Echo could vaguely hear Tech info dumping about one of the creatures they had seen during one of their previous missions as Hunter listened along politely.
Echo liked Hunter. He was a great leader like Rex and also a nice person to be around. The cyborg trusted the sergeant especially after the dozens of missions they had been on in the past months. Hunter had been able to integrate Echo into their team dynamic rather quickly and it made the cyborg feel much more comfortable with being part of the team. He mostly teamed up with Tech on missions but had tagged alongside Crosshair a few times when his cybernetic arm wasn't needed to hack into anything. Hunter would also talk strategy with him quite often. At first their ideas were drastically different, but the both of them were able to find a balance rather quickly. Echo appreciated how Hunter would listen to his ideas; It made him feel useful.
Tech had annoyed Echo at first with his constant talking and micromanaging, but the technician was very helpful when he needed to be and also made a point to listen intently when Echo had something to say. It was a minor thing the cyborg had noticed but it was nice to actually be listened to by someone who constantly talked. The two of them would also work on the ship together. Tech had micromanaged the way Echo went about things at first, which had resulted in a lot of bickering, but was getting better at trusting that Echo knew what he was doing.
Echo also couldn't ignore that the two of them were incredibly attractive. Hunter's gorgeous hair and face tattoo and Tech’s thin frame and animated facial expressions were rather alluring.
Echo turned to the entrance of the ship when he noticed Wrecker and Crosshair making their way towards them. The powerhouse was carrying a large crate of supplies on his shoulder while the sniper carried a paper bag of what looked like bottles; Echo couldn't quite make out what was in them exactly.
Echo liked the two of them, mostly because their banter and personalities reminded him of his old squad, specifically Fives. Wrecker was loud but very sweet and was very tactile with his team. If someone was hurt, he wouldn't leave them alone, determined to protect them. Crosshair definitely tried to come off like a rude prick, but the way he would place his hand on Echo’s shoulder or drag him off to get some peace and quiet from the rest of the team made Echo think that was all an act. Wrecker, Tech, and Hunter were great, but sometimes they just got too loud or forgot about personal space. Echo was grateful Crosshair had noticed how much that stressed him out and actually went out of his way to help him.
The size difference between Wrecker and Crosshair was very obvious. Well, it always was but damn was it attractive. Wrecker was no doubt big everywhere and the way Crosshair always had his back arched and chewed on those damn toothpicks...
Echo snapped out of his not so pure thoughts and stepped out of the way so the two enhanced clones could board the ship. Crosshair grasped the cyborg’s shoulder as he passed and Wrecker wasted no time in setting the crate down with the others he had carried in earlier. The large clone sighed in relief as he rolled his neck and shoulders.
“Who needs a drink? We got the good stuff!” Wrecker announced, as Crosshair pulled out two bottles of hard liquor from the paper bag. There were still three bottles left in the bag and Echo wondered what kind of night they were gonna have. “I can't fly my damn ship drunk!” Tech exclaimed, spinning the chair around to face his two mischievous brothers. Hunter chuckled and grasped the technician’s shoulder. “We’ll be able to stay docked here overnight and if you're too hungover then Echo’s more than capable at piloting the ship.” Hunter reassured the smaller clone.
“Yeah he is!” Wrecker laughed, giving Echo a friendly pat on his back. Echo cursed and grit his teeth as the force made his hips protest as he took a step to catch himself from falling over. “Shit! Echo, I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean to!” Wrecker immediately started to apologise, worried that he had hurt their newest member. “N-no it's not your fault, Wrecker. It's been hurting for a while now.” Echo explained through gritted teeth. The cyborg felt Crosshair grab his arm and helped him sit down in one of the seats in front of the control desk.
“What do you mean ‘it's been hurting for a while’? When did you get hurt and why haven't you told us?” Hunter asked, walking a few steps to hover over Echo, clearly concerned. Echo sighed heavily and leaned his head back. The cyborg could see Tech rummaging through his tools in his peripheral, no doubt finding something to help fix the pain in his prosthetics. “It started a few missions ago. At the time it was just an uncomfortable pressure, but it really started hurting earlier today. I just assumed it was my body getting used to the cybernetics. That's why I didn't say anything sooner.” Echo explained, looking up at Hunter who still looked concerned, but nodded, glad that Echo was honest with him.
Crosshair uncapped a bottle of liquor and immediately offered it to Echo with a raised eyebrow. “Let Tech take a look at him first.” Hunter said, batting the bottle away from Echo. Crosshair shrugged and took a swig from the bottle instead. “Are you sure you’re okay, Echo? I really didn’t mean to hurt you!” Wrecker asked from where he was hovering close behind Crosshair, still not convinced that Echo was fine. “Yeah, Wrecker, I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me. I think something must have disconnected or maybe there’s some debris stuck somewhere that’s causing the pain.” Echo speculated, watching as Wrecker’s concern morphed into relief as he nodded in understanding.
“A logical conclusion, especially since you have not had proper time or training for the organic parts of your body to get used to the cybernetic ones. Let me take a look!” Tech interjected, pushing past Wrecker and Crosshair with a handful of tools. He plopped himself down in between Echo's legs and immediately started to remove the cyborg's belt and codpiece. Echo froze when Tech’s fingers brushed over a rather sensitive part of his crotch, sending a spike of pleasure through his body.
“W-woah! Tech!” Echo exclaimed, grabbing the technician’s wrist to stop him from continuing. “Does it hurt when I do that?” Tech asked innocently, completely oblivious to what his actions did to the other clone. “No, Tech, you-” Hunter started but was interrupted by Crosshair who actually laughed and grabbed onto Echo's thigh so he could lean over Tech, who looked up at the other enhanced clone. “He thought that you were gonna suck his dick!” Crosshair laughed, his words slurring together slightly at the end. Echo noticed the alcohol bottle in the sniper's hand had definitely had a few decent swigs taken from it and judging by the sniper’s skinny frame, it was definitely affecting him. “Obviously I was not going to do that right now! Echo is still in pain!” The technician huffed, rolling his eyes as he resumed removing Echo’s belt and codpiece. Echo tensed as Tech prodded at the sensitive areas around his crotch with one of his tools. The cyborg leaned his head back and squeezed his eyes shut as his head started to feel fuzzy.
Echo was distracted momentarily when Crosshair swayed against his thigh taking another big swig from the bottle of liquor. The sniper actually whined when Hunter grabbed the bottle from him and took a swig of his own. Crosshair huffed in frustration and straightened up, making his way over to Wrecker who was removing his chestplate. The sniper grabbed fistfuls of the larger clone's bodysuit, pulling him down until their lips met. Wrecker immediately wrapped his arms protectively around Crosshair's significantly smaller body as the two continued their kiss. One of Wrecker's hands moved to grab the sniper's ass, making him moan into the kiss and roll his hips. “Looks like someone can't wait to get fucked.” Hunter chuckled, taking another swig from the bottle. “I'm not surprised. He's always so impatient.” Tech commented, still focused on prodding at a specific panel on Echo's hips.
“W-wait, what- do you guys have sex with each other?” Echo gasped, not really sure what was happening, considering how foggy his head was feeling. He was still in pain but pleasure was steadily growing as Tech continued to prod in a rather intimate area. “Of course we do.” Tech replied nonchalantly and Crosshair pulled away from Wrecker’s lips with a laugh. “What? Do regs not fuck each other?” Crosshair asked, making his way back to Echo, his hand slowly caressing the cyborg's chestplate, his face getting dangerously close. Wrecker’s large hands came to rest on Crosshair’s narrow hips as the large clone buried his face against the sniper's neck, starting to remove his armor. Echo noticed that Wrecker had removed all his armor and bodysuit from the top half of his body. The lower half was still covered up unfortunately, but the cyborg had a feeling that wasn't going to last.
“The four of us have sex with each other regularly. It's normal for us but if that isn't something you're into we won't pressure you.” Hunter explained, leaning in close and squeezing Echo's shoulder when the other clone was at a loss for words. His old squad had definitely been comfortable with sex, but it was never with more than two clones. Echo wasn't going to deny that he found his new squad extremely attractive; he was just a little out of his element. But then again when wasn't he? Echo released a shaky breath as the pain in his hips subsided thanks to whatever the hell Tech was doing, but the uncomfortable pressure was still there and actively building as was the pleasure whenever Tech pressed too close to his crotch.
“I-I've never fucked in a group before but fuck, what the hell. You guys are hot, let's do it.” Echo gasped, the pressure in his hips building even more. He felt Hunter's arm circle around his shoulders and his other hand rest on the cyborg's right thigh. Crosshair managed to untangle himself from Wrecker's arms now missing all his armor except for on his legs and grabbed the back of Echo's neck. “Good answer.” The sniper growled before pressing their lips together. Crosshair obviously tasted like the alcohol he’d been drinking but damn were his lips the softest thing Echo had ever experienced. The cyborg felt Wrecker's large hand grip his left thigh and felt Hunter's hand on his other slowly slide further up.
Echo tensed when Tech prodded a little too close to his crotch and broke the kiss to throw his head back as a moan escaped his lips. Tech yelped as the cyborg's artificial cock sprang free from a panel on his hips and smacked him in the face. Echo shook violently; Hunter's arm and Crosshair's body pressed against him stopping him from falling off the chair.
When Echo stopped shaking, he looked down to see Tech rubbing his reddening cheek. “Sh-shit. Sorry Tech.” Echo hissed, while both Wrecker and Crosshair tried but failed at containing their laughter. “Echo got you good, buddy!” Wrecker laughed, his hand leaving the cyborg's thigh to brush his knuckles against the technician’s abused cheek. “Would not be the first time.” Tech mumbled, his hand coming up to grip Echo's half hard cock. A full body shudder ripped through Echo at the foreign sensation. Echo's cock had been replaced with a silicone like replica after his lower half was mangled from the explosion. It definitely felt a little strange since this was the first time having it touched so intimately.
“F-Fuck, Tech!” Echo groaned, shaking at how overly sensitive his cosk was. “Ah, your sensitivity levels must be misaligned. Let me fix that.” The technician said, his hand gripping Echo's cock and his other hand bringing one of his tools to a specific port on the cyborg's hips. It took a few tries for the level of sensitivity to come down to a bearable level but when it did Echo gave a heavy sigh of relief. “How are you feeling? Any pain still lingering?” Tech asked and Echo shook his head. “No, I feel way better now. Thanks.” The cyborg sighed and Tech smiled up at him, tossing his tools aside.
“Good, now drink. Both of you.” Crosshair huffed, trusting the half empty bottle of liquor in Tech’s face. The technician rolled his eyes and took a swig, his face scrunching up at the taste. Hunter took the bottle from him and offered it to Echo who gladly took it and gulped down a few mouthfuls. The cyborg looked up to see Wrecker chugging down a whole bottle and carefully setting it aside, as to not to break the glass. Echo noticed another empty bottle and assumed the powerhouse had knocked that one back all on his own, too. It made sense that Wrecker would have a higher tolerance considering his size.
Hunter took the bottle back and Crosshair immediately pressed his lips to Echo’s in a needy kiss. The sniper started to tug off pieces of Echo's armor, Hunter quickly joining in to help the other enhanced clone. The cyborg cursed and broke the kiss when he felt Tech's mouth on his hardening cock. Echo's head was starting to feel dizzy from the alcohol but damn did it feel incredible when the technician finally swallowed his cock.
Hunter and Crosshair removed Echo's chestplate and Crosshair wasted no time in unzipping the cyborg's undersuit. Echo watched Crosshair's face as the sniper bit his lip and ran his hands over Echo's naked chest. There was still metal fused to his skin in places that the medics were not able to remove safely but the other clone didn't seem disgusted in the slightest. If anything Crosshair seemed more turned on as he got a better look at Echo.
The cyborg sighed when Tech let go of his cock with a wet pop. “Ugh, Cross, get down here. You're way better at this than I am.” Tech huffed, tugging at the sniper's wrist. Crosshair chuckled and helped the technician stand. The sniper yanked the other clone close and pressed their lips together in a messy kiss. Echo couldn't help but stare as Tech and Crosshair made out in front of him. Tech slid his hand up the sniper's torso, hiking up his top to expose more of his thin body. Tech let out a whine when Crosshair slipped his hand down the front of his pants and squeezed.
“Pretty hot watching those two go at it, huh?” Wrecker commented, popping open another bottle and passing it to the cyborg who accepted and knocked it back. Echo heard Hunter grunt in agreement as the Sergeant finished off the bottle in his hand. Both of them still had a hand on either one of Echo's thighs.
Tech broke the kiss with a moan and buried his face against Crosshair's neck as the sniper skillfully slid his hand up the technician's cock. Hunter stood up and pulled Tech from the other clone’s grasp. Tech immediately turned and clung to Hunter's shoulders, whining against the sergeant's neck. Hunter’s free hand shot up to roughly wrap around Crosshair's neck and pull him into a bruising kiss. The sniper moaned into the kiss when Hunter tightened his grip around his neck.
Hunter broke the kiss and moved his hand from the sniper's neck to tightly grab a handful of his silvery hair. Crosshair couldn't stop the whimper that slipped past his lips as the sergeant started to suck bruises on his pretty neck. The sniper cried out and arched his back when Hunter bit down hard, almost drawing blood. “Be a good boy and get on your knees for Echo.” The sergeant growled in the sniper's ear. Crosshair shivered and nodded his head obediently.
Wrecker stood and pulled the sniper from their sergeant’s grasp. “Didn't cum, did you?” The large clone asked, as Crosshair knelt in between Echo's legs. “No, but fuck, I got pretty damn close.” The sniper sighed, as Wrecker caressed the side of his face before carding his fingers through his silvery hair. Crosshair grabbed the bottle from Echo's grasp, chugging down a few mouthfuls as he wrapped his slim fingers around Echo’s cock. Wrecker grabbed the bottle from the sniper and took a swig before setting it off to the side. The powerhouse knelt down behind Crosshair and wrapped his large hands around the sniper’s skinny waist, pulling him up onto his lap.
The sniper wasted no time in swallowing the entirety of the cyborg's cock, choking slightly as the tip hit the back of his throat. Crosshair let go of Echo's cock with a wet pop and slid his tongue up the entire length before swallowing it again. Crosshair got a few good sucks in before Wrecker pulled him off and smashed their lips together in a drunken kiss. The powerhouse pulled away, leaving the sniper a panting wet mess before shoving three fingers past his soft lips. Echo watched in awe as Crosshair messily sucked on Wrecker's fingers, his tongue swirling over each digit, thoroughly coating them with his spit. When satisfied, the large clone removed his fingers, shoving his hand down the back of the sniper's pants and quickly shoving a spit slick finger into his tight hole.
Echo bit back a moan when Crosshair threw his back and moaned as Wrecker pumped a finger inside of him. The sniper cursed under his breath, bringing up a hand to grasp the base of the cyborg's cock, guiding it back down his throat. Echo sighed, carding his flesh hand through Crosshair's silvery hair before grabbing a fistful and helping the sniper set a good pace.
Echo turned his head towards Hunter and Tech who drunkenly stumbled their way back to the spot the sergeant had been seated the entire time. The two enhanced clones were still fully clad in their armor with Tech writhing and whimpering on Hunter's lap as the sergeant fucked him on two of his fingers.
Echo tightened his grip on Crosshair when the sniper moaned around his cock, the vibrations almost sending him over the edge. Wrecker's large hand came up to grip Echo's hip as he shoved a second finger in Crosshair and continued to finger the sniper pinned between them.
Crosshair finally pulled off of Echo, gasping for air. “You ready to fuck me?” The sniper asked breathlessly, Wrecker’s fingers sliding out of him as he proceeded to sit in the cyborg's lap. “F-Fuck yeah.” Echo stuttered, flesh hand immediately sliding up the smaller clone’s semi clothed torso. Crosshair let out a surprised yelp when Wrecker unexpectedly grabbed his waist and spun him around. “Fuck, Wreck! I'm way too drunk for you to be throwing me around!” Crosshair groaned, clutching his head when the dizziness made his stomach lurch dangerously.
“Sorry, Cross! I just thought you'd have more fun if the two of us fucked you at the same time!” Wrecker explained, clearly excited over his proposal. The sniper bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair. “You're right, that does sound more fun. Echo?” Crosshair agreed and turned to get the cyborg's opinion. “Y-Yeah, let's do it.” Echo said, his hand sliding up and down the curve of the sniper's spine.
“Don't forget the lube, Wrecker!” Hunter interjected, fingers still inside of Tech who was a whimpering mess on his lap. Echo watched as Hunter continued to suck bruises all over Tech’s neck, making the smaller clone squirm and whine. “Oh, right!” The powerhouse agreed, making his way to their shared bunks as quick as he could. Echo turned his attention back to Crosshair, his hand finding its way to the sniper's perfect ass and giving it a squeeze. “Having fun back there?” Crosshair asked, a laugh escaping his lips. “Mmm, very.” The cyborg answered, grabbing the smaller clone’s hip and grinding his dick in between the sniper's cheeks. “Fuck, you're gonna feel amazing inside me.” Crosshair moaned, rolling his hips back against Echo's thrusts.
Wrecker made his way back to them with the small bottle of lube and quickly squeezed some onto his thick fingers. The large clone grabbed the sniper and shoved two fingers inside of him. Crosshair whined as Wrecker thrust his fingers rather aggressively into his tight hole and cried out when he added a third. Wrecker passed the bottle of lube to Echo who squirted a generous amount over his dick.
Wrecker removed his fingers from the sniper's wet hole and Echo gripped the base of his cock, sliding the silicone tip against Crosshair's entrance. The sniper moaned as Echo slid inside of him, throwing his head back as he cried out when the cyborg grabbed his hip and started to thrust desperately. “Fuck, you feel perfect, Cross.” Echo moaned in the sniper's ear, enjoying the way Crosshair arched his back and whined, desperate for more.
Wrecker's large hands came down to grip Echo's hips to stop him from continuing. “You two ready for me?” The powerhouse asked and Crosshair pulled him down for a needy kiss. “Yes, now get inside of me already!” The sniper whined and Wrecker smashed their lips together in another messy kiss. Echo gasped when he felt the thick tip of the large clone’s cock forcing its way slowly inside of the sniper's tight heat.
“A-Ah, Wrecker! Fuck!” Crosshair whimpered as the powerhouse slowly entered him with Echo already buried deep inside him. The cyborg gently kissed the sniper's neck, occasionally sucking bruises on his pretty neck to distract Crosshair from the pressure of forcing two cocks inside him at one time. The three of them moaned when Wrecker was finally all the way in. The large clone rolled his hips and watched Crosshair absolutely lose it as both cocks rubbed his insides perfectly. The sniper arched his back, head falling back to rest against Echo's shoulder. The cyborg wrapped an arm around Crosshair's chest to keep him from squirming too much as Wrecker started to move.
Echo knew he wasn't going to last long with how Wrecker was moving or with Crosshair making the most obscene noises the cyborg had ever heard. Echo groaned and rolled his hips making the other two clones moan in unison. Echo gasped when Wrecker suddenly leaned forward and crashed their lips together. The cyborg heard Crosshair whine as the two of them continued to move inside of him as well as squeeze his thin frame in between the two of them.
“Can I fuck you when we're done with Cross?” Wrecker asked, breaking their kiss. “Shit, I-I don't know if I'm ready for that!” Echo stuttered, his eyes going wide, not sure if he'd even be able to take the large clone. The cyborg had no idea how Crosshair was able to take both of them. “The fuck makes you think you're gonna be done fucking me anytime soon?” Crosshair groaned, his small hand coming up to grip Wrecker's bulging bicep.
“Because you're a mess, Cross.” Hunter spoke up with a chuckle. “Doesn't mean shit.” The sniper mumbled, his thin legs tightening their grip around Wrecker's hips. “C'mon, are you two gonna make me cum or what?” Crosshair whined, throwing his head back and moaning when the two of them thrust into him rather roughly.
Echo could see Hunter pin Tech down on the control desk in his peripheral. The sergeant had a tight grip on the technician's wrists as he smashed their lips together. Tech whimpered into the kiss when Hunter pressed the tip of his cock to the smaller clone’s entrance. The sergeant growled and tightened his grip on Tech as he shoved his cock in the rest of the way before setting a brutal pace that made the technician scream.
Echo grit his teeth as he felt Wrecker and Crosshair pick up the pace. The cyborg knew he wasn't going to last long especially with how the sniper was clinging to Echo like he was a lifeline and moaning in his ear. Wrecker grabbed Crosshair's cock and that officially sent the smaller clone over the edge, throwing his head back, practically sobbing.
Echo cursed as he followed close after, ejaculating as the sniper clenched down on his cock. Echo fell back in his seat and felt Wrecker pull out and then lift Crosshair off his cock. The sniper's legs shook and he would have collapsed if the large clone didn't have his hands on his narrow hips. “Let’s get you to bed, Cross.” Wrecker said, attempting to pick up the sniper, who ignored him and instead wrapped a small hand around the larger clone’s thick cock.
“I know only one of you came in me and you're still hard so c'mon.” Crosshair said, stumbling over to the control desk and motioning to Wrecker to follow. “Wait, really?” The powerhouse asked, hopeful, as the sniper bent himself over the control desk and huffed. “Yes, now hurry up before I pass out!”
Wrecker laughed triumphantly, quicky closing the distance and wasting no time in shoving his cock back into Crosshair's tight heat. The sniper arched his back and cried out in pleasure as the larger clone set a brutal pace. Wrecker grabbed Crosshair's wrists and pinned them behind his back with one hand while the other had a bruising grip on his hip.
Echo scrubbed a hand over his face, coming down from his orgasm. The pressure was still in his hips and when he looked down, his cock was still hard. “Echo, are you okay?” Tech asked, his face coming into Echo's line of sight. “Yeah, I'm doing good.” The cyborg answered as the technician climbed into his lap, wrapping a hand around Echo's silicone cock. “Here, let me help.” Tech murmured in his ear as he slid Echo's cock inside of him, the technician’s insides already slick courtesy of Hunter finishing inside of him moments earlier. The cyborg groaned and gripped Tech's hip with his flesh hand as the other clone rolled his hips.
Echo felt Hunter's hand curl around the back of his neck, turning the cyborg's head until their lips met. Tech continued to fuck himself on Echo's cock, moaning breathlessly in the other's ear as his hands clung to Echo's shoulders. The cyborg could still hear Crosshair's particularly loud cries and moans as Wrecker continued to pound his thick cock into the considerably smaller clone.
Hunter finally pulled away and Tech was immediately pulling Echo in for another kiss. The technician started to move his hips more erratically and quickly as he started to climax. Echo couldn't help the moan that was ripped from his throat as he came for the second time. Tech followed soon after, moaning as he came on Echo's chest. Echo sighed in relief as he felt the pressure in his hips finally disappear; his cock slowly softening. “Guess that's what was making my hips hurt.” Echo commented out of breath as Tech stood up, his legs slightly shaking.
“A logical conclusion, considering you went well over a year without any sexual release. I am glad we were able to help relieve your pain.” Tech said, reaching over to grab Echo's hand to help him stand. Echo swayed and clutched his head as a wave of nausea suddenly hit him. Luckily he had Hunter and Tech to steady him in his drunken state. “Yeah, thanks for the help.” Echo sighed, leaning against Tech who pressed his lips to the cyborg’s cheek.
Echo jumped when he heard Wrecker moan particularly loud and Crosshair practically scream as they both finally came. The larger clone pulled out causing the sniper to moan. Wrecker gently lifted Crosshair into his arms and turned to the rest of his squad. “Did you fuck him unconscious, again, Wreck?” Hunter asked and got his answer when Crosshair flipped him off and scrunched his face, pressing his forehead against Wrecker's strong chest. “Almost!” The larger clone laughed, making his way to the bunks, the others following close behind.
Echo had learned that Clone Force 99 hated sleeping in separate bunks and had made a nest of pillows and blankets on the floor so the five of them could sleep all together. Echo had thought it was strange at first, but after waking up from some particularly awful nightmares, he had a newfound appreciation for their cuddle pile. Especially since his nightmares and sleepless nights were becoming less and less frequent.
Wrecker gently laid Crosshair down and took off his leg armor since the sniper had immediately passed out as soon as the larger clone had put him down. Hunter and Tech worked on removing their own armor as Echo sat down in their cosy blanket nest. Wrecker removed his own leg armor and flopped down beside Echo, pulling both him and Crosshair into his arms. Echo moved so he was lying on his back, his head comfortably resting on Wrecker's bicep. Tech made his way over to Echo and wasted no time in placing his head on the cyborg's lap and getting comfortable.
Echo turned his head to see Hunter slipping Crosshair's eye mask over his eyes and flipping the sniper so he was facing the sergeant. Crosshair made a soft noise as he pressed his face against Hunter's chest as the other clone wrapped his arms around him. Echo settled back against Wrecker, who was softly snoring as was Tech. Echo couldn't help but smile to himself as he finally felt himself relax, his eyes slipping shut as sleep over took him.
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Echo was awoken by the early morning sunlight shining in his face. He slowly sat up, groaning as his head throbbed uncomfortably. Echo scrubbed a hand over his face and looked around the ship. The entrance was open and Hunter was gone from their cuddle pile. Tech had somehow moved from Echo's lap to Wrecker's thighs, using one as a pillow, his body twisted in a rather strange position. Echo still couldn't believe how Tech could sleep like that and wake up fully rested.
Echo turned when he heard Crosshair groan and bury his face against Wrecker's chest, the larger clone’s arm unconsciously tightening around the sniper in a protective manner. Echo looked up when he saw Hunter approach with a couple of water bottles. “Are your hips still hurting?” The sergeant asked, handing the cyborg one of the bottles. Echo immediately took a swig of water before answering. “No, they feel just fine. Thanks.” Echo answered with a smile before downing more water. Hunter smiled back and leaned forward, pressing their lips together. “That's good to hear.” Hunter said, pulling back to press their foreheads together.
Hunter pulled away and patted Tech on his thigh, causing the technician to startle awake. Tech sat up, clearly still half asleep, taking the bottle that was handed to him and chugging down a few mouthfuls. Hunter took the bottle back and pressed his lips to Tech’s forehead before the other clone flopped back down, immediately falling back asleep. Hunter made his way over to Crosshair when the sniper sat up with a groan, clutching his head. Hunter pushed the water bottle into Crosshair’s hand and pulled him close, gently stroking the other clone's bruised hip. “Damn.” Echo breathed, staring at the many finger shaped bruises littering the sniper’s narrow hips as Hunter hooked a finger under Crosshair’s waistband so he could show off the bruises better.
Crosshair finally brought the bottle to his lips and took a sip. “Keep drinking, Cross. You got way too drunk last night.” Hunter said, pressing his lips to the other clone’s cheek when the other clone tried to give the bottle back to the sergeant. Crosshair huffed but followed Hunter’s advice and actually took a decent drink from the bottle. Echo stood up and joined the two clones. The cyborg ran his hand over Crosshair’s bruised hip before bringing his hand up to his neck to pull away the fabric covering up the bruises and bite marks littering his sensitive skin. “He looks good like that, doesn’t he?” Hunter chuckled and Echo nodded, gently running his thumb along Crosshair’s bruised throat. “I’d hope so since you and Wrecker like to bite so much. Good thing Echo enjoys it, too.” Crosshair smirked, a slender finger hooking under his eye mask and pulling it up just enough so his left eye could roam over Echo's body. The cyborg chuckled and pressed his lips to the sniper’s. “Yeah, especially since you sound so good when we mark you up.” Echo said before pressing his lips to Crosshair’s bruised neck, causing the sniper to laugh.
Tech grumbled as he sat up, running his fingers through his curly hair. “I’m hungry.” Tech huffed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Echo couldn’t help but stare at the technician since it was rare to see him without his goggles. “Wake up Wrecker so we can go out and find something to eat.” Hunter suggested and Tech nodded, yawning as he stretched his arms above his head. “Oh thank god. I’m so sick of ration bars.” Crosshair sighed, taking another drink of water as he leaned against Echo. Tech moved so he was perched on top of Wrecker’s massive chest and patted his scarred cheek to wake him up. When the larger clone did just that, he yawned loudly and stretched his arms, one of them wrapping around Tech as he sat up. Wrecker placed a large hand on the back of Tech’s head and pulled him close for a soft kiss.
“You hungry, Wreck?” Tech asked as he pulled away from the larger clone’s lips. That made the other clone perk up as he nodded enthusiastically. “Hell yeah! I’m starving!” Wrecker said as he moved to get up, bringing Tech up with him. Crosshair grabbed Hunter’s arm and the sergeant helped him stand as well. The sniper’s legs immediately gave out and Echo caught him by wrapping his arms around his waist. “You good, Cross? Didn’t fuck you too hard, did I?” Wrecker asked, his large hand gently brushing up against the sniper’s cheek and Crosshair removed his eye mask with a chuckle. “Apparently not if I’m still able to stand.” The sniper smirked as he ran his fingers through his silvery hair.
“Let’s go!” Tech whined impatiently, grabbing Hunter’s hand and tugging him towards the Marauder’s entrance. Wrecker quickly followed after them, excitedly listing off breakfast ideas. Crosshair grabbed onto Echo’s shoulder as the two of them followed the rest of their team. Echo wrapped his arm around Crosshair’s waist to help him from collapsing and smiled when he felt the sniper’s lips gently press against his cheek. The five of them exited the Marauder and headed towards one of the many markets, in search of some food.