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ajremixI hope whoever asked for this is happy. I seriously do. Because I blame them for Boss/Niner taking firm root in my brain and not letting me go. I hope they're happy for the torture they've inflicted on me. The sexy, sexy torture... T___T
Title: Best Laid Plans
Fandom: Star Wars: Republic Commando
Rating: R
Word Count: 4872
Characters: Niner, Boss, with Sev, Scorch, Fi and Mereel at the end
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Summary: Boss/Niner - bondage - "So you woke up tied up on Boss's bed? You're welcome." "You're so full of osik, Mereel."
To say Niner woke up with a sense of things not being right was a gross understatement. Niner did, however, know not to panic when things were not as they should have been and so observed just what his situation was.
He was in one of the squad quarters in Arca Barracks. That was good. He was tied up and immobilized with his hands behind his back. That was bad. He wasn’t merely tied up, Niner found as he craned his neck to observe- he was wrapped up in what could have been considered a full body harness made of knotted rope. The fact that someone had managed to put him in such a device (the lack of things-other-than-rope upon his person was merely a secondary concern at the moment) without waking him was also a very bad thing. Craning his neck more and giving his limbs experimental tugs, he found the intricate knotting went down the entire length of his legs with the rope leading from his ankles to the corner posts, spreading them out.
How awkward, Niner thought. He twisted his head the other to see if there were any clues as to how this all came about or if there was anything nearby to aid in his escape. What he ended up finding, however, made him at least grateful he was stomach down so he could bury his face against the mattress.
“Fierfek,” Niner cursed, able to feel Boss’s smug grin widen a notch, “what are you doing here?”
“This may come as a surprise to you,” the Delta lead drawled in his oddly unaltered Concord Dawn accent, “but this happens to be my squad’s quarters.”
Well that just made everything all sorts of worse. Niner peered out from the bed with one eye. “You mean to say that someone had managed to move me down the hall, undress me and tie me to the bed without waking me up?”
“Not your best day, is it?”
Turning his head in order to fully regard his fellow commando, Niner asked, “You’re not even considering helping me out of this, are you?”
Boss made a show of getting himself even more comfortable in the chair he’d been sitting in. “You did bring this upon yourself, vod. If you manage to get out of it without help, I’d certainly be impressed enough to never mention this ever happened.”
Niner grunted in annoyance. He wondered briefly where the rest of his squad was- or, for that matter, where the rest of Delta was -and recalled that Skirata was planning to visit Omega in the afternoon. As a rule, commandos didn’t sleep for long and judging from Boss’s state, it was probably midmorning meaning Niner only had a few hours to figure a way to untie himself before- oh please no -the older man started looking for him.
Okay, no need to get himself in a fluster, just treat this systematically. Niner pulled at his arms again, but his forearms were wrapped together and anchored to the ropes that ribbed over him at mid-back. He was glad to realize, as he strained and shifted, that the dark cords didn’t burn or chaff against him. In fact, they were rather pleasantly cool against his skin. Where the ropes looped around, he noted with a hint of embarrassment, was also well thought out. As he tugged at his arms Niner found out it put pressure in some.... interesting areas.
Focus, he told himself. Focus now, then find out who did this and beat the bacta out of them afterward.
Trying to move his legs not only proved that the rope connecting him to the bedposts held little slack but pulling that tight caused the ropes all over him to go taunt- thus also leading to more pressure in interesting places. Niner wished he knew that two minutes ago because the rope that looped around his cock and balls (someone did that and he didn’t wake up? Really? Niner seriously hoped some sort of drugging was involved) had tightened just slightly. Just enough that the ropes rubbed against him every time he shifted and that sensation was a very unwelcome distraction at the moment.
And Boss just sitting there watching him with his damn superior grin wasn’t helping things. In fact, the way Boss’s eyes traced over the lines of the rope and shone with something dark and predatory only made Niner all the more aware of his nakedness and the heat that was warming at the base of his groin.
The Omega lead shut his eyes, trying to keep his breath from rattling about his head, pushing away the awareness of the other commando. He needed to focus on what he was doing and to do that, he needed to stop being distracted by the cock attempting to stiffen between his legs. Since he couldn’t unloop the rope and pulling had caused it to tighten in the first place, then perhaps by giving the rope some slack he could at least loosen it. The only way to attempt that was to try to sit up. If nothing else, it would at least keep Niner from wanting to grind into the mattress.
He squirmed on the bed, hips wriggling as he tried to inch his way backwards on to his knees. Pushing with his shoulders and chin, Niner tried to ignore the fact he was raising his ass in to the air, tried to not notice the way Boss leaned his elbows on his knees, eyes brightening and lips parting just enough for the tip of his tongue to drag slowly over his lips. Most of all, Niner desperately didn’t acknowledge how everything he was ignoring was doing its damnedest to make him hard.
Stop thinking about that, he commanded himself. And stop thinking about Boss. You know where your priorities lie, Commando, so start dealing with them.
Which didn’t stop the hot flush from sweeping over his body. Or stop the ropes from feeling impossibly good as they tightened over quivering thighs. Or stop Boss’s mouth from curling into a smile that was more hungry than smug and nearly had Niner snapping at the other clone to get over here and do something, damn you!
Niner clenched his jaw until his teeth ached and forced down a moan with every shred of pride he had. He couldn’t get his breathing under control, he couldn’t stop from want to keep rubbing the smooth rope over his skin. The way his heart thudded deep in his chest ran tremors through the knots and Niner’s muscles bunched, wanting that tension, that pressure that merely stoked his need all the more. He resolutely kept his eyes and mouth shut, afraid he might let slip a sound that would make his resolve crumble. He couldn’t do that, especially in front of a Delta-
His heart and breath caught in his throat, eyes snapping open to the regulation-white sheets below him. Hands, smooth and simultaneously cool and hot, slid along the outside of Niner’s upper thighs and strong thumbs ran almost caressing circles over the cheeks of his ass.
“You seem to be having some difficulties,” Boss’s voice gruffed out, breezing over suddenly too-sensitive skin. “Do you need some help, ner vod?”
A shudder ran hard across Niner’s spin and he cursed in every way possible the fact that Boss had managed to retain Jango’s accent. It was unfair the way the different stresses and beats of his syllables melted through a voice low and promising. The way his thumbs stroked against the curve where Niner’s thighs met his rear made nerves already tingling from the pull of ropes practically sing and only made his situation all the more unfair. When he felt Boss’s sharp jaw sliding over the skin of his hip, Niner let out a sound that was partly a shaky breath, partly a whimpered gasp.
“Three-eight-“
“Back to numbers, are we?” Boss turned his head just enough for Niner to feel his lips moving, annunciating his words carefully over sweat-slick skin. “Can’t say I like the change.” A thumb slid between the ropes at the base of Niner’s tailbone, sliding slowly backwards and making the Omega lead tremble and tense in anticipation. The thumb, callous hard and smoothed out from an almost constant lifetime wearing gloves, smoothed over Niner’s hole and he bit down hard on the inside of his cheek to keep from whimpering again. But when hot lips kissed him over that same spot, a tongue swirling lazily over the rim, he couldn’t stop a surprised gasp or the excitement that quivered through his erect member.
“I’ll bet,” Boss mouth against the crease of his ass, taking the time to let his lips press and tongue flicker out whenever he pleased, “I can make you scream my name before we’re done.”
Niner merely flattened his lips into a tight, trembling line and pressed his face against the mattress because he refused to press back against Boss’s mouth. Strong, wide hands continued to massage at his thighs, fingers curiously tugging at different segments of rope to see what they’d do. Each time Niner’s body stiffened or his breathing hitched, Boss gave a satisfied hum against the other’s skin that shot straight through his nerves. When the Delta lead gave a pull at the rope that span the length down Niner’s spine and under his body, the cords moved delicious over the sensitive skin behind his scrotum, causing a high, involuntary sound to reverberate from his throat. Pleased with this break in Niner’s resistance, Boss slid his thumb between the ropes again, alternating between stroking and letting the rope rub over the area. Niner let out an uneven ‘don’t’.
“You’ll have to be more specific than that,” came the far too amused reply. Any attempts at speech by the Omega lead was ended, however, when the tip of Boss’s tongue traced out Niner’s serial number on that sensitive bridge of skin between the corded ropes, the nine curling around his opening.
“Don’t,” Niner tried again, body shaking as he tried so hard to think, “tease.”
Boss gave a final kiss before pulling back. “As you wish.” Niner awkwardly tried to turn his head to see what the other commando was doing, trying not to tip over at the same time. His knees spread out further, resting most of his weight on one shoulder and twisting about in a desperation he didn’t want to acknowledge. A hand moved back to his hip, steadying him. A moment later a messy dollop of some sort of gel was dropped into the crease of his ass, a rivulet following the length of rope, warming the skin as it went.
A light flow of breath caused the gel to warm further, making Niner wriggle at the strange and erotic sensation. “I wondered,” Boss said idly, his words continuing to heat the gel, “why someone had put a container of body lubricant into my pocket.” That got him a groan in response.
Boss’s thumb smoothed out the gel, leaving Niner to shudder at the warmth that tingled at his skin. Softly, experimentally, a finger dipped against the tight rimmed hole and Niner couldn’t help the stray thought that Mereel must have given Delta squad the same ‘educational’ vids he forced Omega to watch. The finger slowly worked its way inside Niner who grunted from discomfort and strangeness. Twisting his hand, Boss worked the gel between the clenched muscles, the slickness and warmth making it easier to slide his finger in. He crooked the tip at the knuckle, stretching Niner out with a pain that wasn’t wholly unpleasant.
Niner groaned, body arching and arms straining against their bonds. Though still not a sensation he would have described as ‘pleasurable’, he couldn’t help wanting to feel more, body relaxing around Boss’s finger, hips rocking backward slightly. Boss’s other hand splayed out the ropes, giving him more room to work in a second finger, unabashedly watching the way Niner clenched around him, feeling the shift and ripples of muscles against his knuckles. As he widened the gap of the rope more, it caused the loop around Niner’s cock and balls to tighten minutely, just enough so he could feel the ropes squeeze as blood swelled and pulsed through his member. Niner panted roughly, twisting his head to one side and letting his weight settle on the opposite shoulder, easing the ache in his neck.
“Gedet’ye,” Niner gritted out. ‘Please’ wasn’t begging in Mando’a- it was merely asking a favor, he reasoned to himself. A favor for what he couldn’t exactly say, he just wanted more.
The fingers twisted out of him and tension bunched tight at the base of Niner’s spine, ready to snap at the other clone-
“Udesii.” Boss soothed. He refitted his fingers into Niner’s opening, freshly coated in gel once more. His other hand squeezed and rubbed at Niner’s thigh, placating him. His fingers entered even more smoothly and when he crooked his fingers and twisted that time, it made Niner’s eyelids shut and an enticing moan of gratification to escape his lips.
Boss swore under his breath, something Niner couldn’t quite catch and hands once again left his body. The bound commando made no move to complain this time, listening to the other fumble with his fatigues behind him. Niner merely licked his lips, chest heaving against the ropes crossing around him. He heard the sound of a hand slicking against something, heard Boss’s breathing catch slightly and the image of the Delta lead stroking himself, readying to press deep into the inviting body before him had Niner licking his lips again.
Palms curved over Niner’s hips, angling him slightly. Boss didn’t ask, but the feel of the tip of his cock barely brushing against the other commando made it obvious he’d make no further move without permission. Niner swallowed hard. Then he nodded.
The member was thicker and hotter than the fingers had been and Niner couldn’t keep from tensing and arching. He grunted and wriggled and tried to keep the pained little sounds at bay as Boss slowly pushed onward. When he felt Boss’s body finally press against his own, Niner let out a shaky breath, trying to adapt to the feeling of being more full than he possibly thought he could ever be.
The ropes along his body tightened and it took Niner a moment to realize that Boss was using the cords to pull the other clone against him. An arm wrapped around Niner’s shoulders, supporting him and the new angle caused his muscle to stretch differently. He sucked in deep lungfuls of air, focusing on relaxing his body. Boss pressed against him, chest to back, and patiently waited until Niner’s breath and pulse evened out before asking if he was okay.
“Jate.” More than just good, really. Feeling Boss’s heartbeat against his back and the strength of his arm reminded Niner of days out in the field, being pressed into the shadows with one or all of his Omega brothers at his back. It reminded him of crawling through endless tunnels and focusing his heart to beat in time to those of his squad displayed on his HUD and downtime on ships, listening to their breathing as they caught some sleep, of strong shoulders and warm bodies, of comfort and the knowledge that someone had his back. It reminded him of Darman’s calm, Atin’s protectiveness and Fi’s exuberance. Niner laid his hands out flat, letting his fingers and palms stroke over what parts of Boss he could touch. “Ori’jate.”
Slowly Boss’s hips shifted and both shuddered at the sensation it evoked. Niner could feel the Delta lead’s eyelashes fluttering against his shoulder, the rate of his breathing increasing. Gradually his pace increased but the rhythm was erratic. Supporting Niner’s weight shifted their balance awkwardly as they rocked. Nor was the positioning quite right and Niner twisted his hips, trying to figure out how to fill that elusive emptiness that seemed to be within him.
“Ah,” he gasped loudly, reflexively clenching around Boss when, for one moment, they fit together perfectly. Niner pulled against the other’s hold, “Let me...”
Boss set him down against the mattress again, letting the Omega lead twist and rock and adjust their angles until he found the one that satisfied-
That time they both gave low groans. Boss shifted backwards slightly, letting his hips angle downward just a little more and the next stroke had him digging his fingers into Niner’s hips, the bound clone’s toes curling in response.
“Wait,” Boss’s accent was ragged as he struggled to still himself. He leaned to one side, picking up a blanket that Niner hadn’t realized was pooled on the floor. He bunched it in the crux of Niner’s shoulder and neck, giving him more support. “Better?”
Niner couldn’t help a flutter of warmth in his stomach. Brothers though they were through genetics and culture, the respective members of Delta and Omega squads had no obligation to be concerned with the other’s personal comfort. The two leaders of the squads tended to annoy each other as often as not merely due to leadership style and yet there was Boss, his usual Delta ego gone, having done his best to prepare Niner without hurting him, waiting for the go ahead without pressing, trying to keep him as comfortable as possible...
“Thanks,” Niner said shortly, unable to trust himself from saying something possibly incriminating. He buried his face against the blanket, not wanting to give in to strange, light feeling in his chest.
Boss pulled back in a long, slow motion, hips pushing forward in that same, unbearably wonderful stroke. Niner literally bit at the blanket while the other hissed in satisfaction. The next one was a little quicker and the one after quicker still. Heat and delicious friction danced up Niner’s spine and he clenched his teeth down hard, trying to muffle his moans as best he could. At his hips, Boss’s grip tightened, palms pressing tight onto the rope and hard bone, the length of his strokes shortening as he pistoned forward faster and harder.
There were no fireworks going off behind his eyes, no sense of perfection or completion, none of the poetic things Darman said he felt with Etain. Instead it was rough, pleasure edged with pain that was burning through Niner’s body. It felt like he was being overwhelmed, he felt pressure building deep in his chest that was a bit like suffocation, a bit like drowning that- in a twisted way -he didn’t want to have end. He could hear Boss’s uneven voice but couldn’t make out what was being said. Niner’s harsh breathing was too loud in his own ears, the sounds of their bodies moving together too much for him to listen to anything else.
An uncontrollable quiver started low in Niner’s body, sending out shocks every time Boss’s hips snapped forward. Niner’s jaw dropped open in gasping, breathless pants. He thought instinctively ‘more’ and ‘so close’, trying to rock his body back against the other’s as best he could.
So close... almost... so... close...
Hands clamped down tight enough to bruise and Boss bent forward with a guttural sound. Niner’s spin stiffened at he felt Boss’s dick tremble briefly within him before he was suddenly full- too full. Niner shifted in discomfort, but froze when Boss’s hands slammed into the bed on either side of him. The Delta lead was practically sprawled across his back, arms shaky as he tried to keep himself up. Niner squirmed again- not from the sensation in his backside but from the now aching need pulsing through his groin. He sucked in a breath as a hand fumbled blindly at his cock, gripping and switching holds three times before finding a comfortable angle.
Were Niner in any position to make acute observations, he would have noticed the way Boss’s hand moved over him was almost the same way Niner stroked himself. A half twist on the upstroke, circling with the thumb and forefinger and squeezing just below the head before letting his fingers slick up and flicker against the weeping cap. Instead the bound clone’s senses were scattered as that growing need for release built even harder and quicker than before, threatening to burst out of his body.
The feeling of a slick hand against his balls, blunt fingernails brushing against the skin caused Niner to shudder and moan, grinding his hips into Boss’s twisting grip. The rope that squeezed against his base loosened, tangling up in fingers and that sensation of release rushed out of Niner, making him cry out into the blanket and for a moment he lost all sense of everything.
He blinked in a daze, still shuddering from the aftermath of his orgasm and found that he was laying flat against the bed again. Boss had moved the Omega lead further up the bed, legs spread a little wider to avoid the wetness now dampening the sheets and Boss himself lay partly off to one side. One leg hooked around Niner’s calf, an arm low against his hip and the Delta’s head pressed into the crook of Niner’s neck.
The feeling of the other clone nuzzling against him made Niner feel, inexplicably, guilty. As if he was deliberately misusing Boss’s satisfaction to fulfill his own unnamed needs. He tried to ignore the other clone and the way his scent, despite being created from the same genetic base, was somehow different from what Niner was used to.
“You okay, vod’ika?” Boss asked, pulling Niner’s head toward him, pressing their foreheads together. An intimate gesture for a culture that spent a majority of their lives in armor. Voice caught in his throat, Niner merely nodded. “Jate,” Boss replied, closing his eyes with an almost soft smile.
Several flustered heartbeats passed in silence before Niner managed to unstick his words enough to ask, “Can you untie me?”
Boss’s dark eyes opened slowly, and with them came his usual smarmy grin. “Why would I do something like that when this suits you so well?” He abruptly sat up. Then, just as abruptly, pulled Niner upright, making him sit on the Delta lead’s lap. The feel of fatigues against rope and bare skin felt deliciously illicit.
“What do you mean?” Niner floundered, not liking the considering expression in the other’s face. “Untie me!”
Boss pondered. Not on Niner’s demand, but on where he wanted to put his mark. He ended up deciding the bare patch of skin right behind where the Omega lead’s trapezius met his clavicle. “I don’t recall you screaming my name,” he murmured, biting and sucking to his own pattern, encouraging each little shudder he gained to grow in strength and number. He gave Niner a sidelong look. “I don’t plan on losing that bet.”
Niner couldn’t stop an equally challenging grin from crossing his lips as want pooled low in his belly once more. “Neither do I.”
~*~*~*~
The first to accost them when they’d finally made it to the main area of the barracks was Sev with an agitated, “What took you so long? While the two of you were sleeping in,” (Niner was proud of the fact he neither flinched nor blushed at that), “I’ve been stuck listening to these two prattle on,” Sev jabbed an angry finger at Scorch and Fi, “and him encouraging them!” He jabbed that same finger at Mereel. While ARCs weren’t a common sight in the Arca Barracks, Mereel and Ordo had a tendency of dropping by whenever Omega was around. The Delta sniper glared the most furious glare ever to be turned on to a commando. “You two owe me.”
Boss, in his usual efficient manner, deflected his disgruntled brother with, “I trust you’ve been keeping up-to-date on Fixer’s condition.”
Sev’s disposition turned less violence-incoming as he reported back, “Surgery was completed early this morning and he’d been moved into bacta recovery. Barring any unforeseen complications, he should be back on full active duty this evening, if not earlier.
“And Darman and Atin?” Niner asked, studiously ignoring how Boss seemed to be grinning at him without actively grinning or, for that matter, looking at him.
“Darman is with his Jedi General and Atin went out for a walk.” With an ironic smile, Sev tacked on, “Apparently he still doesn’t like me much.”
“Sev,” Scorch said conversationally, “anyone with a survival instinct doesn’t like you.”
“Which must really say something about you,” Fi quipped.
“Obviously when the aiwha-bait spiked Sev’s vat with the extra-psycho gene, they needed someone to counteract that.” Scorch thumbed at himself. “Thus me, the clone without fear.”
“Or the di’kut too dumb to know any better,” his squadmate snapped back.
Not five minutes and less than half the two squads and Niner was already wishing he were back in bed. His eyes flickered for the briefest moment to Boss, then away again and Niner rudely shoved that last thought out of his head.
“Udesii, ner vode,” the Delta lead said, watching his two brothers snip at each other with amused fondness. “I can see the two of you are getting antsy. Why don’t we go out for some lunch then see if we can’t smuggle Fixer out a little earlier than planned.”
When the two Deltas grinned, Niner realized there was an edge around them that was suddenly softened- the same edge that was now missing from Boss as well. Of course, Niner thought, Delta had been together since they began training on Kamino. They didn’t like being apart unless they had to be.
“You are the Boss, Leader-man,” Scorch said cheekily. “Pick your yai-yai poison of choice!”
Fi brightened at that. “If it’s greasy, high-calorie stuff, count me in!”
Boss herded them toward the doors, posture relaxed. “Suit yourself. But you’re paying your own way.” He made no move to include Niner or Mereel, but both knew if they wanted to join, they merely had to fall in step with the rest of the group. Instead the doors shut on Fi and Scorch’s joking and Sev’s occasional sarcastic barbs. Boss didn’t look back once.
Once they were out of the room, Niner broke under Mereel’s blatant stare and snapped, “What?”
“I’m just thinking you’re being incredibly obvious,” he replied nonchalantly, eyeing the full sleeves and high collar of Niner’s fatigues.
He resisted the urge to pull his clothing over more areas of skin. “This is how it’s supposed to be worn.”
“Not during Coruscant’s hot season.”
So Niner didn’t really think he could get away with that excuse, especially with a Null, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try. “The seasons are still transitioning- it’s not that hot yet.”
“That may be,” Mereel admitted, half-lidding his eyes. “By the way,” he pointed to something near Niner’s hip, “your bruise is showing.”
The Omega lead jerked his hand up, saw his covered wrist, then glared at the smug clone before him. “Anything you’d like to admit to your big brother, vod’ika?” Mereel grinned winningly.
“Nothing I’m sure you don’t already know about.”
“You mean you’ve got something else interesting asides from waking up tied up in Boss’s bed? You’re welcome, by the way.”
The sheer flippancy he had in admitting he was behind the whole thing made Niner snarl. “You’re so full of osik.”
“Occasionally, but I take something to help with that.” Moving to lean against a table, Mereel’s expression lost some of its carefree humor. “Really, though. It’s obvious you’ve been pining after him for some time now- don’t know why but hey, you could have picked worse -and I knew you weren’t going to do anything about it. And Boss-“
“Needed something to get his mind off his hurt squadmate?” If voices could change temperature, Mereel would have been in instant cryogenic freeze. Instead the Null just laughed and shook his head.
“If that’s what you think, you’re worse than I thought. Just because he can hide it better doesn’t mean he’s any less hopeless than you.” He gave a big ‘you make fun so easy’ smile. “By the way, I’d suggest soaking in a really hot bath for a while, because you’re going to be all sorts of sore in the near future.”
Fighting back a flush, Niner grunted and started toward the refresher when Mereel added, “Of course you’ll still be a little stiff afterward, but no one will notice you walking funny if you suck it up enough.” Niner froze, a quick flash of memory sending heat tingling over his body and caused his tongue to reflexively flatten against the roof of his mouth. He knew the thrice-damned Null saw the dark blush that swept up the back of his neck and over his face.
“Oooooooh?” He could hear that ‘my, how very interesting, I’m never going to stop pestering you about this for the rest of our short lives’ smile that filled up half Mereel’s face. “So that’s how it went down, huh? Say, is it like what they say when-“
“K’uur,” Niner snapped, stalking away with what little he had left of his dignity, “I refuse to associate with you again! Ever!”
Title: Best Laid Plans
Fandom: Star Wars: Republic Commando
Rating: R
Word Count: 4872
Characters: Niner, Boss, with Sev, Scorch, Fi and Mereel at the end
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springkinkSummary: Boss/Niner - bondage - "So you woke up tied up on Boss's bed? You're welcome." "You're so full of osik, Mereel."
To say Niner woke up with a sense of things not being right was a gross understatement. Niner did, however, know not to panic when things were not as they should have been and so observed just what his situation was.
He was in one of the squad quarters in Arca Barracks. That was good. He was tied up and immobilized with his hands behind his back. That was bad. He wasn’t merely tied up, Niner found as he craned his neck to observe- he was wrapped up in what could have been considered a full body harness made of knotted rope. The fact that someone had managed to put him in such a device (the lack of things-other-than-rope upon his person was merely a secondary concern at the moment) without waking him was also a very bad thing. Craning his neck more and giving his limbs experimental tugs, he found the intricate knotting went down the entire length of his legs with the rope leading from his ankles to the corner posts, spreading them out.
How awkward, Niner thought. He twisted his head the other to see if there were any clues as to how this all came about or if there was anything nearby to aid in his escape. What he ended up finding, however, made him at least grateful he was stomach down so he could bury his face against the mattress.
“Fierfek,” Niner cursed, able to feel Boss’s smug grin widen a notch, “what are you doing here?”
“This may come as a surprise to you,” the Delta lead drawled in his oddly unaltered Concord Dawn accent, “but this happens to be my squad’s quarters.”
Well that just made everything all sorts of worse. Niner peered out from the bed with one eye. “You mean to say that someone had managed to move me down the hall, undress me and tie me to the bed without waking me up?”
“Not your best day, is it?”
Turning his head in order to fully regard his fellow commando, Niner asked, “You’re not even considering helping me out of this, are you?”
Boss made a show of getting himself even more comfortable in the chair he’d been sitting in. “You did bring this upon yourself, vod. If you manage to get out of it without help, I’d certainly be impressed enough to never mention this ever happened.”
Niner grunted in annoyance. He wondered briefly where the rest of his squad was- or, for that matter, where the rest of Delta was -and recalled that Skirata was planning to visit Omega in the afternoon. As a rule, commandos didn’t sleep for long and judging from Boss’s state, it was probably midmorning meaning Niner only had a few hours to figure a way to untie himself before- oh please no -the older man started looking for him.
Okay, no need to get himself in a fluster, just treat this systematically. Niner pulled at his arms again, but his forearms were wrapped together and anchored to the ropes that ribbed over him at mid-back. He was glad to realize, as he strained and shifted, that the dark cords didn’t burn or chaff against him. In fact, they were rather pleasantly cool against his skin. Where the ropes looped around, he noted with a hint of embarrassment, was also well thought out. As he tugged at his arms Niner found out it put pressure in some.... interesting areas.
Focus, he told himself. Focus now, then find out who did this and beat the bacta out of them afterward.
Trying to move his legs not only proved that the rope connecting him to the bedposts held little slack but pulling that tight caused the ropes all over him to go taunt- thus also leading to more pressure in interesting places. Niner wished he knew that two minutes ago because the rope that looped around his cock and balls (someone did that and he didn’t wake up? Really? Niner seriously hoped some sort of drugging was involved) had tightened just slightly. Just enough that the ropes rubbed against him every time he shifted and that sensation was a very unwelcome distraction at the moment.
And Boss just sitting there watching him with his damn superior grin wasn’t helping things. In fact, the way Boss’s eyes traced over the lines of the rope and shone with something dark and predatory only made Niner all the more aware of his nakedness and the heat that was warming at the base of his groin.
The Omega lead shut his eyes, trying to keep his breath from rattling about his head, pushing away the awareness of the other commando. He needed to focus on what he was doing and to do that, he needed to stop being distracted by the cock attempting to stiffen between his legs. Since he couldn’t unloop the rope and pulling had caused it to tighten in the first place, then perhaps by giving the rope some slack he could at least loosen it. The only way to attempt that was to try to sit up. If nothing else, it would at least keep Niner from wanting to grind into the mattress.
He squirmed on the bed, hips wriggling as he tried to inch his way backwards on to his knees. Pushing with his shoulders and chin, Niner tried to ignore the fact he was raising his ass in to the air, tried to not notice the way Boss leaned his elbows on his knees, eyes brightening and lips parting just enough for the tip of his tongue to drag slowly over his lips. Most of all, Niner desperately didn’t acknowledge how everything he was ignoring was doing its damnedest to make him hard.
Stop thinking about that, he commanded himself. And stop thinking about Boss. You know where your priorities lie, Commando, so start dealing with them.
Which didn’t stop the hot flush from sweeping over his body. Or stop the ropes from feeling impossibly good as they tightened over quivering thighs. Or stop Boss’s mouth from curling into a smile that was more hungry than smug and nearly had Niner snapping at the other clone to get over here and do something, damn you!
Niner clenched his jaw until his teeth ached and forced down a moan with every shred of pride he had. He couldn’t get his breathing under control, he couldn’t stop from want to keep rubbing the smooth rope over his skin. The way his heart thudded deep in his chest ran tremors through the knots and Niner’s muscles bunched, wanting that tension, that pressure that merely stoked his need all the more. He resolutely kept his eyes and mouth shut, afraid he might let slip a sound that would make his resolve crumble. He couldn’t do that, especially in front of a Delta-
His heart and breath caught in his throat, eyes snapping open to the regulation-white sheets below him. Hands, smooth and simultaneously cool and hot, slid along the outside of Niner’s upper thighs and strong thumbs ran almost caressing circles over the cheeks of his ass.
“You seem to be having some difficulties,” Boss’s voice gruffed out, breezing over suddenly too-sensitive skin. “Do you need some help, ner vod?”
A shudder ran hard across Niner’s spin and he cursed in every way possible the fact that Boss had managed to retain Jango’s accent. It was unfair the way the different stresses and beats of his syllables melted through a voice low and promising. The way his thumbs stroked against the curve where Niner’s thighs met his rear made nerves already tingling from the pull of ropes practically sing and only made his situation all the more unfair. When he felt Boss’s sharp jaw sliding over the skin of his hip, Niner let out a sound that was partly a shaky breath, partly a whimpered gasp.
“Three-eight-“
“Back to numbers, are we?” Boss turned his head just enough for Niner to feel his lips moving, annunciating his words carefully over sweat-slick skin. “Can’t say I like the change.” A thumb slid between the ropes at the base of Niner’s tailbone, sliding slowly backwards and making the Omega lead tremble and tense in anticipation. The thumb, callous hard and smoothed out from an almost constant lifetime wearing gloves, smoothed over Niner’s hole and he bit down hard on the inside of his cheek to keep from whimpering again. But when hot lips kissed him over that same spot, a tongue swirling lazily over the rim, he couldn’t stop a surprised gasp or the excitement that quivered through his erect member.
“I’ll bet,” Boss mouth against the crease of his ass, taking the time to let his lips press and tongue flicker out whenever he pleased, “I can make you scream my name before we’re done.”
Niner merely flattened his lips into a tight, trembling line and pressed his face against the mattress because he refused to press back against Boss’s mouth. Strong, wide hands continued to massage at his thighs, fingers curiously tugging at different segments of rope to see what they’d do. Each time Niner’s body stiffened or his breathing hitched, Boss gave a satisfied hum against the other’s skin that shot straight through his nerves. When the Delta lead gave a pull at the rope that span the length down Niner’s spine and under his body, the cords moved delicious over the sensitive skin behind his scrotum, causing a high, involuntary sound to reverberate from his throat. Pleased with this break in Niner’s resistance, Boss slid his thumb between the ropes again, alternating between stroking and letting the rope rub over the area. Niner let out an uneven ‘don’t’.
“You’ll have to be more specific than that,” came the far too amused reply. Any attempts at speech by the Omega lead was ended, however, when the tip of Boss’s tongue traced out Niner’s serial number on that sensitive bridge of skin between the corded ropes, the nine curling around his opening.
“Don’t,” Niner tried again, body shaking as he tried so hard to think, “tease.”
Boss gave a final kiss before pulling back. “As you wish.” Niner awkwardly tried to turn his head to see what the other commando was doing, trying not to tip over at the same time. His knees spread out further, resting most of his weight on one shoulder and twisting about in a desperation he didn’t want to acknowledge. A hand moved back to his hip, steadying him. A moment later a messy dollop of some sort of gel was dropped into the crease of his ass, a rivulet following the length of rope, warming the skin as it went.
A light flow of breath caused the gel to warm further, making Niner wriggle at the strange and erotic sensation. “I wondered,” Boss said idly, his words continuing to heat the gel, “why someone had put a container of body lubricant into my pocket.” That got him a groan in response.
Boss’s thumb smoothed out the gel, leaving Niner to shudder at the warmth that tingled at his skin. Softly, experimentally, a finger dipped against the tight rimmed hole and Niner couldn’t help the stray thought that Mereel must have given Delta squad the same ‘educational’ vids he forced Omega to watch. The finger slowly worked its way inside Niner who grunted from discomfort and strangeness. Twisting his hand, Boss worked the gel between the clenched muscles, the slickness and warmth making it easier to slide his finger in. He crooked the tip at the knuckle, stretching Niner out with a pain that wasn’t wholly unpleasant.
Niner groaned, body arching and arms straining against their bonds. Though still not a sensation he would have described as ‘pleasurable’, he couldn’t help wanting to feel more, body relaxing around Boss’s finger, hips rocking backward slightly. Boss’s other hand splayed out the ropes, giving him more room to work in a second finger, unabashedly watching the way Niner clenched around him, feeling the shift and ripples of muscles against his knuckles. As he widened the gap of the rope more, it caused the loop around Niner’s cock and balls to tighten minutely, just enough so he could feel the ropes squeeze as blood swelled and pulsed through his member. Niner panted roughly, twisting his head to one side and letting his weight settle on the opposite shoulder, easing the ache in his neck.
“Gedet’ye,” Niner gritted out. ‘Please’ wasn’t begging in Mando’a- it was merely asking a favor, he reasoned to himself. A favor for what he couldn’t exactly say, he just wanted more.
The fingers twisted out of him and tension bunched tight at the base of Niner’s spine, ready to snap at the other clone-
“Udesii.” Boss soothed. He refitted his fingers into Niner’s opening, freshly coated in gel once more. His other hand squeezed and rubbed at Niner’s thigh, placating him. His fingers entered even more smoothly and when he crooked his fingers and twisted that time, it made Niner’s eyelids shut and an enticing moan of gratification to escape his lips.
Boss swore under his breath, something Niner couldn’t quite catch and hands once again left his body. The bound commando made no move to complain this time, listening to the other fumble with his fatigues behind him. Niner merely licked his lips, chest heaving against the ropes crossing around him. He heard the sound of a hand slicking against something, heard Boss’s breathing catch slightly and the image of the Delta lead stroking himself, readying to press deep into the inviting body before him had Niner licking his lips again.
Palms curved over Niner’s hips, angling him slightly. Boss didn’t ask, but the feel of the tip of his cock barely brushing against the other commando made it obvious he’d make no further move without permission. Niner swallowed hard. Then he nodded.
The member was thicker and hotter than the fingers had been and Niner couldn’t keep from tensing and arching. He grunted and wriggled and tried to keep the pained little sounds at bay as Boss slowly pushed onward. When he felt Boss’s body finally press against his own, Niner let out a shaky breath, trying to adapt to the feeling of being more full than he possibly thought he could ever be.
The ropes along his body tightened and it took Niner a moment to realize that Boss was using the cords to pull the other clone against him. An arm wrapped around Niner’s shoulders, supporting him and the new angle caused his muscle to stretch differently. He sucked in deep lungfuls of air, focusing on relaxing his body. Boss pressed against him, chest to back, and patiently waited until Niner’s breath and pulse evened out before asking if he was okay.
“Jate.” More than just good, really. Feeling Boss’s heartbeat against his back and the strength of his arm reminded Niner of days out in the field, being pressed into the shadows with one or all of his Omega brothers at his back. It reminded him of crawling through endless tunnels and focusing his heart to beat in time to those of his squad displayed on his HUD and downtime on ships, listening to their breathing as they caught some sleep, of strong shoulders and warm bodies, of comfort and the knowledge that someone had his back. It reminded him of Darman’s calm, Atin’s protectiveness and Fi’s exuberance. Niner laid his hands out flat, letting his fingers and palms stroke over what parts of Boss he could touch. “Ori’jate.”
Slowly Boss’s hips shifted and both shuddered at the sensation it evoked. Niner could feel the Delta lead’s eyelashes fluttering against his shoulder, the rate of his breathing increasing. Gradually his pace increased but the rhythm was erratic. Supporting Niner’s weight shifted their balance awkwardly as they rocked. Nor was the positioning quite right and Niner twisted his hips, trying to figure out how to fill that elusive emptiness that seemed to be within him.
“Ah,” he gasped loudly, reflexively clenching around Boss when, for one moment, they fit together perfectly. Niner pulled against the other’s hold, “Let me...”
Boss set him down against the mattress again, letting the Omega lead twist and rock and adjust their angles until he found the one that satisfied-
That time they both gave low groans. Boss shifted backwards slightly, letting his hips angle downward just a little more and the next stroke had him digging his fingers into Niner’s hips, the bound clone’s toes curling in response.
“Wait,” Boss’s accent was ragged as he struggled to still himself. He leaned to one side, picking up a blanket that Niner hadn’t realized was pooled on the floor. He bunched it in the crux of Niner’s shoulder and neck, giving him more support. “Better?”
Niner couldn’t help a flutter of warmth in his stomach. Brothers though they were through genetics and culture, the respective members of Delta and Omega squads had no obligation to be concerned with the other’s personal comfort. The two leaders of the squads tended to annoy each other as often as not merely due to leadership style and yet there was Boss, his usual Delta ego gone, having done his best to prepare Niner without hurting him, waiting for the go ahead without pressing, trying to keep him as comfortable as possible...
“Thanks,” Niner said shortly, unable to trust himself from saying something possibly incriminating. He buried his face against the blanket, not wanting to give in to strange, light feeling in his chest.
Boss pulled back in a long, slow motion, hips pushing forward in that same, unbearably wonderful stroke. Niner literally bit at the blanket while the other hissed in satisfaction. The next one was a little quicker and the one after quicker still. Heat and delicious friction danced up Niner’s spine and he clenched his teeth down hard, trying to muffle his moans as best he could. At his hips, Boss’s grip tightened, palms pressing tight onto the rope and hard bone, the length of his strokes shortening as he pistoned forward faster and harder.
There were no fireworks going off behind his eyes, no sense of perfection or completion, none of the poetic things Darman said he felt with Etain. Instead it was rough, pleasure edged with pain that was burning through Niner’s body. It felt like he was being overwhelmed, he felt pressure building deep in his chest that was a bit like suffocation, a bit like drowning that- in a twisted way -he didn’t want to have end. He could hear Boss’s uneven voice but couldn’t make out what was being said. Niner’s harsh breathing was too loud in his own ears, the sounds of their bodies moving together too much for him to listen to anything else.
An uncontrollable quiver started low in Niner’s body, sending out shocks every time Boss’s hips snapped forward. Niner’s jaw dropped open in gasping, breathless pants. He thought instinctively ‘more’ and ‘so close’, trying to rock his body back against the other’s as best he could.
So close... almost... so... close...
Hands clamped down tight enough to bruise and Boss bent forward with a guttural sound. Niner’s spin stiffened at he felt Boss’s dick tremble briefly within him before he was suddenly full- too full. Niner shifted in discomfort, but froze when Boss’s hands slammed into the bed on either side of him. The Delta lead was practically sprawled across his back, arms shaky as he tried to keep himself up. Niner squirmed again- not from the sensation in his backside but from the now aching need pulsing through his groin. He sucked in a breath as a hand fumbled blindly at his cock, gripping and switching holds three times before finding a comfortable angle.
Were Niner in any position to make acute observations, he would have noticed the way Boss’s hand moved over him was almost the same way Niner stroked himself. A half twist on the upstroke, circling with the thumb and forefinger and squeezing just below the head before letting his fingers slick up and flicker against the weeping cap. Instead the bound clone’s senses were scattered as that growing need for release built even harder and quicker than before, threatening to burst out of his body.
The feeling of a slick hand against his balls, blunt fingernails brushing against the skin caused Niner to shudder and moan, grinding his hips into Boss’s twisting grip. The rope that squeezed against his base loosened, tangling up in fingers and that sensation of release rushed out of Niner, making him cry out into the blanket and for a moment he lost all sense of everything.
He blinked in a daze, still shuddering from the aftermath of his orgasm and found that he was laying flat against the bed again. Boss had moved the Omega lead further up the bed, legs spread a little wider to avoid the wetness now dampening the sheets and Boss himself lay partly off to one side. One leg hooked around Niner’s calf, an arm low against his hip and the Delta’s head pressed into the crook of Niner’s neck.
The feeling of the other clone nuzzling against him made Niner feel, inexplicably, guilty. As if he was deliberately misusing Boss’s satisfaction to fulfill his own unnamed needs. He tried to ignore the other clone and the way his scent, despite being created from the same genetic base, was somehow different from what Niner was used to.
“You okay, vod’ika?” Boss asked, pulling Niner’s head toward him, pressing their foreheads together. An intimate gesture for a culture that spent a majority of their lives in armor. Voice caught in his throat, Niner merely nodded. “Jate,” Boss replied, closing his eyes with an almost soft smile.
Several flustered heartbeats passed in silence before Niner managed to unstick his words enough to ask, “Can you untie me?”
Boss’s dark eyes opened slowly, and with them came his usual smarmy grin. “Why would I do something like that when this suits you so well?” He abruptly sat up. Then, just as abruptly, pulled Niner upright, making him sit on the Delta lead’s lap. The feel of fatigues against rope and bare skin felt deliciously illicit.
“What do you mean?” Niner floundered, not liking the considering expression in the other’s face. “Untie me!”
Boss pondered. Not on Niner’s demand, but on where he wanted to put his mark. He ended up deciding the bare patch of skin right behind where the Omega lead’s trapezius met his clavicle. “I don’t recall you screaming my name,” he murmured, biting and sucking to his own pattern, encouraging each little shudder he gained to grow in strength and number. He gave Niner a sidelong look. “I don’t plan on losing that bet.”
Niner couldn’t stop an equally challenging grin from crossing his lips as want pooled low in his belly once more. “Neither do I.”
~*~*~*~
The first to accost them when they’d finally made it to the main area of the barracks was Sev with an agitated, “What took you so long? While the two of you were sleeping in,” (Niner was proud of the fact he neither flinched nor blushed at that), “I’ve been stuck listening to these two prattle on,” Sev jabbed an angry finger at Scorch and Fi, “and him encouraging them!” He jabbed that same finger at Mereel. While ARCs weren’t a common sight in the Arca Barracks, Mereel and Ordo had a tendency of dropping by whenever Omega was around. The Delta sniper glared the most furious glare ever to be turned on to a commando. “You two owe me.”
Boss, in his usual efficient manner, deflected his disgruntled brother with, “I trust you’ve been keeping up-to-date on Fixer’s condition.”
Sev’s disposition turned less violence-incoming as he reported back, “Surgery was completed early this morning and he’d been moved into bacta recovery. Barring any unforeseen complications, he should be back on full active duty this evening, if not earlier.
“And Darman and Atin?” Niner asked, studiously ignoring how Boss seemed to be grinning at him without actively grinning or, for that matter, looking at him.
“Darman is with his Jedi General and Atin went out for a walk.” With an ironic smile, Sev tacked on, “Apparently he still doesn’t like me much.”
“Sev,” Scorch said conversationally, “anyone with a survival instinct doesn’t like you.”
“Which must really say something about you,” Fi quipped.
“Obviously when the aiwha-bait spiked Sev’s vat with the extra-psycho gene, they needed someone to counteract that.” Scorch thumbed at himself. “Thus me, the clone without fear.”
“Or the di’kut too dumb to know any better,” his squadmate snapped back.
Not five minutes and less than half the two squads and Niner was already wishing he were back in bed. His eyes flickered for the briefest moment to Boss, then away again and Niner rudely shoved that last thought out of his head.
“Udesii, ner vode,” the Delta lead said, watching his two brothers snip at each other with amused fondness. “I can see the two of you are getting antsy. Why don’t we go out for some lunch then see if we can’t smuggle Fixer out a little earlier than planned.”
When the two Deltas grinned, Niner realized there was an edge around them that was suddenly softened- the same edge that was now missing from Boss as well. Of course, Niner thought, Delta had been together since they began training on Kamino. They didn’t like being apart unless they had to be.
“You are the Boss, Leader-man,” Scorch said cheekily. “Pick your yai-yai poison of choice!”
Fi brightened at that. “If it’s greasy, high-calorie stuff, count me in!”
Boss herded them toward the doors, posture relaxed. “Suit yourself. But you’re paying your own way.” He made no move to include Niner or Mereel, but both knew if they wanted to join, they merely had to fall in step with the rest of the group. Instead the doors shut on Fi and Scorch’s joking and Sev’s occasional sarcastic barbs. Boss didn’t look back once.
Once they were out of the room, Niner broke under Mereel’s blatant stare and snapped, “What?”
“I’m just thinking you’re being incredibly obvious,” he replied nonchalantly, eyeing the full sleeves and high collar of Niner’s fatigues.
He resisted the urge to pull his clothing over more areas of skin. “This is how it’s supposed to be worn.”
“Not during Coruscant’s hot season.”
So Niner didn’t really think he could get away with that excuse, especially with a Null, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try. “The seasons are still transitioning- it’s not that hot yet.”
“That may be,” Mereel admitted, half-lidding his eyes. “By the way,” he pointed to something near Niner’s hip, “your bruise is showing.”
The Omega lead jerked his hand up, saw his covered wrist, then glared at the smug clone before him. “Anything you’d like to admit to your big brother, vod’ika?” Mereel grinned winningly.
“Nothing I’m sure you don’t already know about.”
“You mean you’ve got something else interesting asides from waking up tied up in Boss’s bed? You’re welcome, by the way.”
The sheer flippancy he had in admitting he was behind the whole thing made Niner snarl. “You’re so full of osik.”
“Occasionally, but I take something to help with that.” Moving to lean against a table, Mereel’s expression lost some of its carefree humor. “Really, though. It’s obvious you’ve been pining after him for some time now- don’t know why but hey, you could have picked worse -and I knew you weren’t going to do anything about it. And Boss-“
“Needed something to get his mind off his hurt squadmate?” If voices could change temperature, Mereel would have been in instant cryogenic freeze. Instead the Null just laughed and shook his head.
“If that’s what you think, you’re worse than I thought. Just because he can hide it better doesn’t mean he’s any less hopeless than you.” He gave a big ‘you make fun so easy’ smile. “By the way, I’d suggest soaking in a really hot bath for a while, because you’re going to be all sorts of sore in the near future.”
Fighting back a flush, Niner grunted and started toward the refresher when Mereel added, “Of course you’ll still be a little stiff afterward, but no one will notice you walking funny if you suck it up enough.” Niner froze, a quick flash of memory sending heat tingling over his body and caused his tongue to reflexively flatten against the roof of his mouth. He knew the thrice-damned Null saw the dark blush that swept up the back of his neck and over his face.
“Oooooooh?” He could hear that ‘my, how very interesting, I’m never going to stop pestering you about this for the rest of our short lives’ smile that filled up half Mereel’s face. “So that’s how it went down, huh? Say, is it like what they say when-“
“K’uur,” Niner snapped, stalking away with what little he had left of his dignity, “I refuse to associate with you again! Ever!”
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Date: 2009-11-04 04:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-04 05:01 am (UTC)I would really love for them to happen more often. Just... not only to me.
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Date: 2009-11-04 05:19 am (UTC)I must confess to having started on a plotbunny, but quickly gave it up on account of Order 66 which depressed me beyond all reason. (Though Boss and Niner are still... together. Hm.)
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Date: 2009-11-04 05:38 am (UTC)I was actually on the opposite end of that boat as Boss/Niner started a post-Order 66 AU on me...
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Date: 2009-11-05 08:44 pm (UTC)Guh.
Someday, I will have coherency again. Today is not that day.
Guh.
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Date: 2009-11-05 08:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-05 09:05 pm (UTC)Squee!
Date: 2009-12-27 07:05 pm (UTC)Linzero
Re: Squee!
Date: 2009-12-28 05:41 am (UTC)Gah...eeep! XD
Date: 2011-08-03 04:22 pm (UTC)XD
Date: 2011-12-04 03:52 pm (UTC)