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The shuttle landed with a groan of settling metal and duress, the strong icy winds rocking it even as hangar staff rushed to clamp it down.
Kallus adjusted his thick gloves and peered out of the window, the transparisteel pane already starting to frost over. The red flashes of the hangar bay emergency lights seemed so far away, flickering hazily through the dense flurries of white. Kallus pressed his lips together in a thin line at the feel of the small ship pitching and bouncing on its struts as the wind swept under the wings, threatening to bowl the entire craft over.
He stood shakily, jaw tightening as the stiffness in his leg made itself known by punishing his sitting still with a bolt of pain shooting up into his hip from the injured knee. He bit back a groan and dug his fingertips into his aching thigh, the muscle jumping painfully beneath the spots of pressure. Cold weather and idleness had the old break protesting, and out of spite and medical pleading he had accepted a brace and a cane to ease his unbalanced hobbling on the worst days when they snuck up unbidden.
He hadn't noticed their pilot, Riss, slipping out of the cockpit until she had appeared in front of a pitifully grey looking mirialan one seat ahead of him with their head tucked between their knees. She crouched down at their feet.
"We've landed safely, Ahuve." He heard her murmur softly, rubbing at their arm until the motion sickness from the bumpy landing had a chance to subside.
Kallus slung his bag onto his shoulder and reached to pat the junior data technician reassuringly on the back.
With their departure, Yavin IV had now officially been abandoned by the rebellion, the final shuttle being theirs to leave that jungle moon. All the equipment they couldn't take with them had been scrubbed of anything that could endanger their new location and operatives, all data purged and the files filled with enough junk information and holonet viruses to take an Imperial droid at least ten months to sift through.
For an uncomfortably humid, mossy ruin of a base, Alexsandr found that he missed it already. It was warm at the very least, and had some damned good bang spots. Hoth, while strategically superior, posed a severe exposure risk as the surface temperature never reached anything close to minus two hundred standard degrees.
That minus two hundred rushed in as Riss stood again with one last reassuring pat to Ahuve's shoulder and punched the button to lower the boarding ramp.
"Welcome to Hoth!" The rebel pilot shouted above the invading gale to her assembled passengers, snow already clinging to the hairs along her jaw. "Colder than a mastmot's arse!"
Kallus grimaced in agreement at the biting wind and pulled the fur lined hood of his coat up to cover his ears.
The foot of his cane thumped against the metal of the shuttle's floor as he disembarked along with the last of the rebellion's stragglers, though he could barely hear it. The cold outside tore through his clothing and seized around his ribs, shocking the breath from his lungs even though he wore the recommended grade thermal underclothes.
It took a few more agonizing, freezing, seconds for the great bay door to seal shut, the miniature shockwave and resonating bang of it locking into place sent clumps of gathered ice to fall around them. The ringing in Kallus' ears passed after a few heartbeats of time, only to be replaced instead by the sound of the howling winds battering against the hangar door. He shivered, and adjusted his scarf to cover his mouth and nose.
"Listen up, new arrivals!" A loud voice summoned from the other side of the hangar, making Kallus jump from the suddenness against the relative quiet and it's echo around the hollowed out cave.
His searching gaze landed on Leia Organa, clad in white thermals and stood among a circle of ground staff, hidden partially by her height against theirs, but it was undeniably her as no one else on base had her presence. Kallus made his way over to join the rest, the modified foot of his cane cracking against the ice.
"Alright, is everybody here?" She asked, tapping the pad of her thumb rhythmically against the corner of her datapad as she cast her gaze around the throng of assembled rebels.
A chorus of 'yes, ma'am's bounced off the walls around them, and Leia gazed at them all with pride shining in her hazel brown eyes. "Good."
She began to count off names against heads on her datapad, checking them all into their units with a few kind words to each man. No rebel would be left behind to fend for themselves against a tyrannical Empire under her watch.
It was no hushed secret that she had stood up to both Tarkin and Darth Vader simultaneously while trapped aboard the Grand Moff's star destroyer, and had paid the price for it. But the burning pieces of her home had since become the kindling for her own fire, and she fought all the harder for it for each jagged fragment and cloud of stardust that remained where the planet had been.
"That's everyone…" Leia sighed quietly to herself in relief, softly smiling as she tucked the datapad safely up under her arm. She cleared her throat as she raised her chin to address them all once more, putting away her heartache and beckoning forward the charismatic princess raised for a life among the Senate.
"You're the last to arrive," her voice rang out authoritatively, "so the majority of the base is already up and running. The south main corridor leads to the bunk rooms; eleven and thirteen have space to spare, and the north corridor leads to the command center and medical bay."
She indicated to somewhere above them, and just visible through the mist of rising light and whirling snow, aurebesh signs had been pinned to the hollowed out corridors, as iced up as they were. Briefly, Alexsandr wondered whose duty it was to scrape the clinging detritus off them every time the bay doors were opened for the various ships and speeders to come and go. Whichever couple's nightly romping kept Draven up most likely, he smirked to himself, stroking his beard through the fabric of his scarf and frowning at the pull against the short cropped hairs around his mouth, momentarily forgetting it was there.
"Pilots, you all know where you are." Leia continued. "Just sleep in your X-wings and cuddle your astromechs for warmth, or each other." She added the last with a grin, brightened by a few muffled chuckles of agreement and someone wolf whistling at Wedge Antilles, trying to hide behind the nearest X-Wing.
Kallus smiled too, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
It was difficult to dislike Senator Organa's daughter for anything and the pilots especially were all fond of her, as tenacity and fire went a long way to those who risked death with every flight. Most noticeably and always without fail, the Skywalker boy would stumble down from his X-Wing -missing a few rungs of the offered ladder or catching his boot in them- after a flight and beaming brighter than the twin Suns of Tatooine whenever she approached, with her hand offered to help steady his gangly limbs and a witty quip to greet him with.
Leia stepped to the side and raised her hand to gesture to the carved out opening that became the north corridor. "Check in with the medical staff, find your assigned bunks, then report in to your divisions. Dismissed."
The last of the missing rebels began to file out of the hangar, leaving her almost alone with the former Imperial and she turned her sparkling eyes up to his. She had changed her hair again since Yavin, now worn in a long simple braid that encircled the crown of her head, a simple style that wouldn't obstruct her pulling up her jacket's hood when the temperature suddenly dropped during the planet's night cycles.
Ahuve's face had regained some colour since landing and the mirialan offered him a shy little wave as they passed along with the other technicians, saving him from her immediate teasing for a few more blessed seconds.
She smirked at the former spy, and blinked up at him slowly like a misbehaving Loth-cat about to get a scratch behind the ears regardless of the potted plants knocked over and muddy paw prints on the rug. "Ah, there you are, captain." Leia grinned slyly when they were at last alone. "I hardly recognized you without all the purple fur covering your clothes."
A playful glimmer and the reflection of the ice above them shone brightly against the soft brown of her irises. "You'll be spending most of your nights aboard the Ghost to rectify that I assume, captain?"
Kallus felt his cheeks grow warm beneath his beard and he tried his best to ignore her candid tone and all too knowing grin.
His go-to act of a clueless fool wasn't always believable, especially how he and Zeb always seemed to gravitate towards one another, but with enough of a reputation anything became truth enough for the gossip chains. Besides, "former Imperial hopelessly pining after the being who turned him from evil" was far a more thrilling a tale to witness over "local fool who prefers his privacy". At certain times, of course, depending on how dangerous they both were feeling or how long it had been since they were last together, AP5 was still sour at their impromptu kriff against the Ghost's cargo bay wall disrupting his inventory duties before their departure.
"Of course, ma'am." He smiled back after tugging his scarf down away from his mouth, purposefully missing the intent behind her words. "The Ghost was, and I still assume is, rarely on base for long, having some far flung missions to accomplish with myself or captain Rex joining where we're needed."
Leia silently raised her brows at him. She, like Hera, always managed to see right through his erected façades. "As you say, captain." She agreed a little too pleasantly after another long moment, and Kallus tried to ignore her slyly biting the side of her tongue. It wouldn't surprise him at all if the alderaanian princess was a part of the betting rings, or the one founding them. He cleared his throat politely.
"If you'll excuse me for now, ma'am, I should check in with Huon in the medical bay."
Their general in all but name watched him for another moment, head canted to the side in the practiced and delicate scrutiny of a Senator just to see the former Imperial agent squirm and shift in his boots before inclining her head and stepping aside to let him go on his way.
It wasn't a total lie, Kallus thought to himself as he hobbled away, boots slipping a little on the ice and feeling the telltale prickling of eyes trained on the back of his head. He'd get to medbay and the newly constructed intelligence offices eventually, he simply had somewhere more important to be first.
The air of the hangar around them had cleared to merely a misty haze since the blizzard had been shut away, and Alexsandr could at last see his surroundings. The irony that the familiar and frosted shape of the Ghost was the first thing his gaze landed upon was not lost on him. His hopeful eyes had been drawn to that ship ever since he had watched it swoop up into the clearing skies above Geonosis' moon, meteorite clutched in hand and wondering if Spectre Four was looking back.
Life on the run from Imperial forces had Garazeb filling many roles, from brazen arms dealer to wary citizen just getting by, but as soon as they were safely away and one step ahead from capture or death the renewed comfort of life as a still playful guardsman returned. Recently, Garazeb could be heard long before he came into sight, a joyful laugh like his could rattle stars and overhead hanging icicles alike.
He wasn't easy to miss amongst a crowd either, standing at least a head taller than everyone else and being handsomely striped and purple. A soft sigh whispered past Alexsandr's lips at the thought of strong arms and rumbling purrs.
The distorted echoes of distant shouts and croons ricocheted through the carved out tunnels, a sound that only came when Solo was arguing with his wookie counterpart over the Falcon's repairs. Kallus smirked to himself and watched the tiny shape of Han waving his arms around madly just to be ignored by Chewbacca getting on with the repairs. The wookie was always right in Kallus' entirely humble and certainly not in any way biased opinion.
He rounded a corner made of densely packed snow and stilled, standing rooted to the spot while a slow grin spread across his face. For the briefest moment, he entirely forgot about the cold. He almost didn't hear the knowing snort and gossipy muttering from a small group of nearby pilots fixing a blown out engine down their tools to watch the spectacle unfold either.
There Zeb stood, just ahead of him in the next hangar space clad in padded thermal clothes the same stark white as the bright snow around them, it's sleeves pulled down to cover the handsome stripes that laddered down his arms all the way to the wrist. It was strange to see him in anything other than his usual battlesuit, but even for a being with fur Hoth was still too cold to brave uninsulated.
The still visible fur around his neck seemed fluffier than usual, and Alexsandr felt his fingers twitch with the urge to cross the distance and sink them into those soft strands and scratch his blunted nails against skin, searching for itches to alleviate. That always got a purr out of the big Lasat, and sometimes a twitching foot and happy rumble if he was sleeping at the time. Those beguiling ears trembled and pricked upright as Rex returned from behind a stack of crates, pausing to lean backwards with his hands braced on the small of his back and grimacing until something audibly popped. Shifting crates was unworthy work, but at the very least exertion kept them warm.
Their voices were carried across the distance by the icy wind, and the familiar sound smothered the ache in Alexsandr's heart and encouraged a sting behind his eyes. Despite it's desolation, Echo base was already starting to feel like home from just their presence alone.
"-cold is better than humid, I'd say." The old clone pointed out, leaning against a crate bound for the medical bay and adjusting his fur lined cap with a free hand.
Zeb grumbled something bitterly to himself, but at his distance Alexsandr only caught the low sounds of his growling.
"Cold makes my head hurt." The Lasat confessed bitterly. "And the stink of taun-tauns and the wampas outside the base." His ears had flattened, and he reached to rub at the base of the right with a grimace.
A sympathetic frown had Kallus' brows tick upward minutely, but fondness for the being that had saved him from more than himself kept his expression soft. He hadn't been the only one to come away from their crash into Bahryn's surface with lingering wounds; Garazeb had been plagued by migraines since hitting his head in pod's impact through the ice and into solid frozen rock.
"I've read the local fauna reports," Alexsandr called over to them, leaning his weight off his cane and nonchalantly onto his shoulder against the icy wall, ankles crossed. "At least there are no bonzami about on this icy wasteland."
Zeb dropped the crate he was holding, narrowly missing his own foot, and whipped around so fast his ears swayed like bulrushes in a breeze. A bright grin swept away his owlish look of surprise and he laughed loud enough to send a dusting of snow to descend from the ceiling above. "Kal? Yer here!?"
Kallus smiled too, as Garazeb's enthusiasm had always been an infectious thing. "I certainly am." He chuckled, pushing off the wall to meet Zeb's advance.
Three steps forward and they were together again, wrapped up in the warmth of each other and the gentle euphoria of longing put to rest at last.
Garazeb's fur was as soft as he remembered it being, and smelled just the same. Alexsandr's golden eyes fluttered shut and he burrowed his face into the neck of Zeb's thermal shirt, shivering at the feel of strong arms encircling his waist and the huff of warm breath against his temple. The only sound worth acknowledgement became his own wavering breath and the draw-and-rumble of his lover's purring.
"I missed yer…" Garazeb whispered thickly, eyes falling closed and nuzzling into soft hair that smelled of soap and Kallus' natural musk, squeezing them together tighter.
Their last embrace had been far too similar not to rise a lump in Alexsandr's throat; holding on tight before the ground sundered beneath his boots as it felt like it was about to the moment Garazeb stepped away, fitfully filling his lungs with one final draw of the smell of his fur, and committing each and every detail of him to memory, just in case they didn't...
Alexsandr relaxed into their embrace, losing himself once more among the Lasat's downy thick fur and the comfort of their scent.
"And I you, my dear."
His voice dipped low on the endearment, and by the satisfying tremble that ran up Garazeb's ears from base to tufted tip, he had felt it's timbre as much as he had heard it.
Something dark and excitable glowed in the depth of Garazeb's eyes as he drew back just enough to lock his gaze with Kallus', the pinprick pupils of his viridescent eyes beginning to blow wide. "D'you have time?" He whispered, heart thumping beneath the press of the hand that had slipped it's way up beneath the hem of his thermal shirt to ruffle into plush chest fur.
"I'm supposed to be finding the command center for a new briefing." Alexsandr whispered back, casting a glance down the corridor he had come from, fearing for his private life against the gossip chains. He shook himself after a moment as their private life won Hera credits and reprieve from her aches and worry, and he resumed his alluring lean into Zeb's arms and walked his fingers further up the Lasat's sternum towards his broad collarbone.
He stretched up the remaining inches between them to brush their lips together, the corners of his own slyly lilting skyward. "To which I mean yes, I have time."
Zeb grinned, and stroked both of his huge hands down from Kallus' shoulders to reach for his hands, one curling around the human's sharp knuckles on the grip of his cane and the other delicately extracting the hand from his chest fur and tangled their odd numbers of fingers together in a gentle squeeze.
"I know a place," Garazeb rumbled, shoulders shaking a little with the effort to hold back his elated, eager laughter, "real romantic like."
Alexsandr's stardust eyes flicked down to the Lasat's fuzzy, full lower lip then back up to gaze into his large and soulful eyes. "Then by all means, my love," he grinned, blinking slowly, "whisk me away…"
Rex, who had been watching their reunion with a holodrama audiences glee while worrying the point of one tooth with the tip of his tongue, laughed after the puffs of white their feet kicked up in their hurried escape into moderate privacy, and fondly cursed them both for leaving a man his age with all the heavy lifting.
Garazeb led the way, already familiar with the labyrinth of icy tunnels that had grown into their new base, ducking them into a secluded spot behind a few more stacks of crates and an indiscreetly placed heat lamp in a hollowed out supply room. For a brief moment, Alexsandr wondered if this was a frequented spot, and whether the heater had been added before or after any amorous fools had gotten themselves frozen together in a compromising position.
He suppressed a rough chuckle at the thought. He'd needle an answer out of Huon for his good behavior at turning up to their newly up and running medical bay all by himself. It must have been a refreshing change to deal with the unsuccessful sexcapades of someone else for a change, to add a new fool to the bingo board.
As soon as they had stumbled to a halt, Alexsandr crowded Zeb against the back wall and pressed his body close. Both of them were deaf to the sounds of Kallus' cane sliding against the crate he had propped it up on and falling to the ground with a clatter, too distracted by being together again at last to notice or care.
Zeb growled, and shoved his hands roughly up the back of Kallus' coat to bunch his claws into the knit of his sweater, kneading behind his shoulders and engulfing his lips in a searing kiss. Garazeb moaned softly, an almost pained sound as his mate tasted no different than the last time they had been together; toothpaste and caf with not enough sugar to make it potable.
The pressure increased against his mouth as Kallus rocked up higher onto the balls of his feet to push against him, rocking their bodies together and scrabbling for a grip on his waist.
The need for air split them apart just far enough for each man to suck in a breath and Zeb ducked away with a rough moan to mouth at Kallus' jawline, the points of his fangs scraping through the coarse hair of his neatly maintained beard. This always came easy, the fall back into a push and pull of arousal and lust.
"Zeb-!" Alexsandr gasped, rocking back into the strong hands that held him, desire and Garazeb's embrace squeezing the breath from his lungs and setting his heartbeat to thunder louder within his chilly, exposed ears.
Zeb had gotten endearingly enthusiastic about human kissing since their first time together, and he eagerly reached to cup Kallus' jaw in his huge palms and pushed his claws up to tangle into golden hair. Kallus shivered, and reached up to anchor Zeb's claws in his loose locks.
Their kisses turned loud and breathy, heat stealing away with finesse to be replaced with the need to familiarize themselves again since being parted, through touch and taste and the feel of hot breath against skin.
Alexsandr regained his composure enough to grin into their deep kisses, opening his star cluster eyes and purring slyly against Zeb's fuzzy lips. His arms had draped themselves around the back of the Lasat's neck and he eased one glove off to scratch his fingernails through the dark beginnings of the mane of stiffer fur that ran from the base of Garazeb's skull down to his tailbone.
That touch elicited a rough snarl and a sharp forward snap of Zeb's hips.
"Well, look at that…" Alexsandr hummed, slowly massaging up the length of one of Garazeb's pointed ears, thumbing at the winter coat tufted tip in tight circles with a coy lift to his brows.
"Yer a kriffin' tease, Alex." Zeb growled, shaking Kallus' hand away and ducking down to latch his lips on the sensitive skin beneath the human's ear to suck in a dark bruise, the mark almost eagerly purpling around the edges in a near perfect match of Zeb's mane and stripes.
Alexsandr moaned, more breath than sound, and tipped his head back, fingers clenching into that mane of fur and yanking hard in the throes of pleasure as his knees turned weak. The deep thrum of the Lasat's growling rumbled up the freckled column of his throat, the little knot of bone bobbing along with the soft cries he curled into Zeb's shoulder to muffle.
Garazeb released him after a moment, chuckling and flashing his fangs, an enrapturing and playful glint in his eye.
"You bastard…" Alexsandr chuckled throatily, exploring the mark with his fingertips. His words as vehement as the straining erection confined within his trousers and he flashed his own teeth in a matching grin. A dark flush had invaded the pale skin of his cheeks and his hips bucked forward sharply at a hard stroke of Zeb's fingers over the bulge growing beneath his belt.
"Did you touch yerself while I was gone?" Zeb rumbled, taking control once again as though he had never given it up, leaning in closer to lip at Kallus' earlobe. He stroked again with a firmer hand and securely wrapped one arm around the small of Alexsandr's back so he couldn't squirm away.
All the breath rushed out from Kallus' lungs at that squeeze of that arm and the grinding heel of Zeb's hand against his groin, awakening the fire that he had been unable to douse by his own hand's touch. "Yes..!" He hissed through clenched teeth, bucking his hips forward as much as he could while pinned between the press of Garazeb's hand and his barrel chest.
He had missed this too, the safe tip backwards into "yes love" or "or what?" and "make me."
Zeb purred against the pale softness of his neck and scraped the points of his fangs across the thrumming pulsepoint just beneath. He grinned, teeth pressing in, and gave his mate's cock a hard squeeze. "Were yer thinkin' of me?"
"Ah! Always!" Kallus yelped, arching up into the Lasat's grip and squirming in search of another touch.
Zeb slid his hand up from between Alexsandr's legs to toy with the clasp of his belt, tapping his claws noisily against the metal and tugging at the plain leather band. "Keep talkin', come on…" he purred, adding the sensation of his rough, subtly spined tongue rasping against the bruise he had left, the skin there already nearing oversensitivity. "Tell me what got you off."
Kallus began to tremble in his grasp.
"Th-the first time you -kriff Zeb keep going!- you knotted inside me. I felt so full I thought I would burst, it's never been the same alone with just my hands." He groaned the last breathily into the fur of the Lasat's neck, breathing deeply and hoping their scent would keep him from floating away as he ground his hips forward against Zeb's thigh.
"Or the time I rode you in the gunner's chair aboard the Ghost, you against my back and the blue of hyperspace striping my skin so we matched, kark it all I want that again."
Zeb rumbled appreciatively, as the memories from that night had kept him company too.
The tight, circling pressure was gone as swiftly as it was given, and Alexsandr only had time to mentally form a half garbled plea at the loss before teeth sunk deep into the junction of where neck met shoulder.
"Stars! Kark-karabast-ah fuck! Oh you force damned-!" He panted harshly, knees growing weak at the sharp overload of sensation. He couldn't bring himself to curse his lover for the marks that would so clearly be seen, even with insulated clothing covering the rest of him.
"Yer love me this way." Garazeb shrugged playfully, mumbling against the bite and lapping up the taste of him grown sharper by the tang of broken skin.
"I can be an insatiable bother too, you know?" Alexsandr panted, flashing his teeth in an open mouthed grin and cupped Zeb's sheath through his clothes, rubbing his fingertips into the shallow dip of it.
Slowly, and innocently holding the Lasat's gaze, he drew his fingers upward and eased them into the waistband of Zeb's thermal leggings. The backs of his knuckles trailing through the soft, shorter fur covering the Lasat's belly tickled them both and the hard muscles of Zeb's abdomen twitched away of it's own accord.
With a little mercy on his injured thigh, Kallus dropped to his knees with a slow, playful grin, and he gently propped his cane back up against the crates they sheltered behind. Before Huon, Garazeb, and almost everyone he had stubbornly limped past had verbally shaken some sense into him, he had hated the thing and refused to so much as look at it. Now he held his somewhat crooked walking stick in almost fond regard.
Zeb watched him sink downward and settle back against his snow-covered heels with wide, almost anxious eyes and sucked in a breath of cold air, reaching for Alexsandr's broad shoulders to steady himself.
"You may pull my hair if you wish." Kallus grinned up at him nonchalantly as he made a show of peeling down the Lasat's leggings the rest of the way toward his knees and swept his fingers down Zeb's furred thighs, following the grain of it and the handsome lilac lines of his stripes.
A shuddery, keyed up laugh and a mouthful of expelled breath plumed up toward the cave's ceiling as Zeb let his head fall back.
"If you wish." he says, Zeb laughed to himself, as if the memory of his Sasha spread out beneath him, filled to madness with cock and begging him to twist and yank on his hair harder as his knot began to swell, spreading the human beneath him impossibly wider weren't seared into his memory like a pornographic brand.
The first touch of tongue against his already damp slit had the claws of his toes curling into the ice beneath them and a ragged snarl punched itself free from his gut.
Alexsandr had gotten good at this too; the coaxing of his cock from it's sheath, and more. Zeb had expected him to be unsure about it, shy of how and where to start like some of his other partners had been, but their resident fulcrum spy had learned through touch and sound, and watching like a raptor bird for any little signal of discomfort he had given.
Kallus sealed his lips around the shallowly emerged tip of Zeb's cock and moaned, the vibration of his lips and tongue shuddering through the Lasat to the core.
Garazeb muffled a rough snarl by biting down on his own lower lip, and dragged a hand through his own fur before reaching higher to find anything above his head to grasp onto to steady himself. Tiny shards of ice rained down on his folded ears as his claws found purchase in the wall above him and gouged into the icy surface all the way down to the claw bed.
Another ragged sound tore free as Kallus gently rubbed his lips around the flare of the heart shaped tip of his cock. The heatless threat of the blunt edges of his teeth skimming the underside was enough to send Zeb's head spinning.
"Karabast, I've missed yer babe…" He groaned through clenched teeth, grinding his head back into the icy wall and tightening his grip on the back of Kallus' head. Cold shocked into the delicate skin beneath the fur covering his ears just as a wet heat enveloped his cock and constricted around the base.
He smothered a growl with the palm of his free hand at the feel of his lover swallowing around as much of it as he could fit in the confines of his throat, and Zeb winced a little at the points of his own fangs pinching into the leathery pad. The sharp sting mixed headily with the pleasure rolling up his spine and he shivered at the feel of probing fingers teasing around the slippery edges of his sheath and it's responsive hard twitch at the contact.
"I want yer." Zeb whined, dragging that same hand up his brow and canting his hips forward. He curled his claws into Kallus' hair at the human's happy little moan at the admission. "I want yer right now, right here over one o' these crates."
Kallus moaned a little louder, nodding as much as he was able with the Lasat's cock filling his throat, bulging a little with the size of it. "I want you too, darling," he rasped, pulling off with a slippery pop to lick up the textured shaft from sheath to flattened tip and nuzzled into the exposed fur of Zeb's hip. "You taste as fine as I remember." He sighed, tilting his head to rest against Zeb's thigh to stare up adoringly into his viridescent eyes.
A rough and rolling purr thrummed from deep within the Lasat's barrel chest and he scratched his claws appreciatively across the back of Kallus' head, the scrape of them leaving hot trails to tingle through his hair.
Alexsandr moaned happily at the sensation, cock hanging full and heavy between his legs, and he coyly ran his tongue across the underside of Zeb's length, teasing each flared ridge as he worked his way slowly back up towards the tip to push his lips back down around it.
He adored the feel of it stretching his mouth and rutting against his tongue, the nubs and ridges rubbing against the insides of his cheeks as he sucked and swallowed, eager for praise and a hand in his hair. His allegiance may have changed for the better, but like it or not, Alexsandr still coveted his pride and competitiveness.
He worked his tingling lips over Zeb's cock with renewed vigor, humming and shifting eagerly on his knees with each swallow and curl of his tongue, arousal climbing higher with each sound and shallow thrust of Zeb's hips against his face.
Zeb's growls became rougher, more breath than sound and he cupped the back of Kallus' head firmly, rocking his hips forward with enough strength to push the human's head back into his palm with each cant.
Kallus' eyes had long since gone glassy, lost to the friction and the thrall of his own arousal. Zeb offered an encouraging rumble and slowly eased his mate's head back until his cock popped free from sex bruised lips. "Yer still with me there, ashkerra?"
"Uhhhhh-huh…" Alexsandr drawled, grinning up at him loosely, almost in a daze.
Zeb laughed softly, the exposed fur of his chest quivering along with his mirth and he wiped his thumb across Kallus' slippery lower lip. "Yer a kriffin' mess."
"You'd have me no other way, my dear." Alexsandr sighed contentedly, leaning forward in Zeb's grip to nuzzle at his wrist and lap at the underside of his cock, teasing the ridges until the hand in his hair tightened. He gave a low hum in satisfaction at the ache the pull against his hair left to tingle across his scalp. "And you've had me many a way."
Flashes of those each and every ways flooded the fore of Garazeb's mind. His lip twitched around the lilting of a deep growl, and he ground his hips forward against Kallus' cheek.
"Damn nettlin' bastard..." He rumbled, hooking his thumb between Alexsandr's lips to prise them apart, arousal burning deep within his belly at the sight of those short little canines reflecting the overhead lights and the fogging puffs of breath that misted against his fingers. "Yer a brat, Alex, but always so good for me with just a little remindin'."
Kallus mewled, and all the breath left him on one whispery exhale, shoulders slumping as his chest deflated and he leaned in to nuzzle at the soft fur covering Zeb's mound above his sheath.
Nudging against the Lasat's hip for attention, he drew a deep, steady breath through his nose and took Garazeb's tip back between his lips, pushing downwards and shallowly fucking Zeb's cock with his throat.
A rough, animalistic sound lodged in the hollow of Zeb's throat as we watched, entranced. The control Alexsandr had over his own body was as impressive as it was arousing.
Kallus sped up his movements, moaning through his nose, succumbed to a pleasured grimace at the lewd, wet noises that emanated from the seal of his lips. He wrapped his arms around Zeb's waist to steady him as his hips began to fitfully rock, and he kneaded handfuls of Zeb's arse, fur and flesh and muscle dipping beneath the pressure of his fingertips.
After so long apart, Zeb only had so much control and he came in a flood down Kallus' aching throat with a choked off cry, body shuddering and curling forward, and he whimpered with each deep, constricting swallow around him.
After a long moment and a gentle parting kiss to the tip, Alexsandr pulled back with bruised lips and a breathless chuckle. A dark flush had smothered the star dust freckles that dappled his cheeks, and he reached to sweep the displaced hair back from hanging in front of his eyes.
"Hey." Zeb chuckled, smearing spit and his own wetness around Kallus' slack lower lip.
"Hey yourself…" Kallus grinned, voice raspy, and chased the pad of Zeb's thumb with his tongue and teeth.
"Yer insatiable." Zeb laughed quietly, tugging his leggings back up once his cock had receded back inside it's sheath, and offered a hand to him to help him stand. Alexsandr took it readily, sweeping his thumb through the short fur of Zeb's wrist as he was hauled upward.
"Ow-kriff!" He spat as he lurched sideways, right knee buckling beneath his weight and it was only Zeb's grip on his bicep and one arm curled around his back that kept him from toppling. An embarrassed flush would have darkened his cheeks if he wasn't already pink from the exertion.
"Karking thing…" Kallus laughed dryly, wrapping his hands over Zeb's knuckles and trying valiantly to hide a wince at the movement of stretching out his unresponsive limb. "I suppose kneeling on solid ice wasn't my finest idea."
Garazeb's brow froze in it's worried frown as his ears swivelled to pick up any sounds of approach. Only the generic ambience of maintenance crews at work and the jeering of scattered pilots groups could be heard, and still no one immediately nearby. He shook himself, crouched, and with a small smile and a nod as permission, he gently scooped Kallus up under the backs of his thighs to sit him up on a crate.
Alexsandr swallowed down the sudden rise and flip of his stomach at being lifted and manhandled so easily.
Zeb pressed his lips gently to Kallus' clothed knee, feeling the reinforced structure of the brace against his chin. "Here," he murmured, trailing kisses as far around the side of the former spy's knee as he could reach. "Let me."
The warm pad of his palm rubbed in soothing circles around the damaged cap, squeezing pressure and breathing warmth back into the joint.
Kallus' laughter came out strained, as though an invisible force had constricted around his ribs. "Perhaps I should invest in some trousers with padded knees- oh, that feels better already…" He interrupted himself with a contented sigh.
It was only then that Zeb realized their switch in positions brought Kallus' still hard cock to face height, and the intoxicating scent of his arousal flooded his senses in a fresh, heady wave.
"What kinda honourable one would I be if I didn't return the favour, huh?" He murmured, mouth watering.
Kallus' gulped audibly, and struggled to unclasp his belt and fly. "Hells, love, yes! Please?"
He gave a full bodied shiver, breath trembling past his lips as Zeb took pity on his trembling hands and reached into the waistband of Kallus' trousers to pull out his cock. A sharp hiss was punched from his lungs and out through his teeth at the sting of the cold, but the air's icy chill was quickly replaced by the enveloping warmth of the Lasat's huge, four clawed hand, thumb rubbing small circles around the wetness at tip.
"Z-Zeb! O-oh, that feels…"
Alexsandr's chest heaved beneath the layers of clothing, sweat beginning to prickle at the back of his neck. The cold had darkened his lips and brought a flush to his cheeks, darkening his freckles and making the gold of his irises even more vivid.
"I dreamed of this too, yer know?" Zeb rumbled, drawing Kallus' thick length closer to his lips. "Pleasurin' you for hours, hearin' you sing fer me…"
A desperate sound clawed it's way up Kallus raw throat and his blunted nails scrabbled for purchase at the back of Zeb's head and the dull metal of the crate behind him. "Zeb, please-!"
He canted his hips upward, one hand braced behind him and the other curled around the base of the Zeb's skull, shallowly fucking into his mouth and against the soft spines covering their tongue. He'd stopped being wary of razor teeth somewhere along the way, and now each brush of those hungry points had him squirm and shiver, and shift his knees further apart for more.
"Kriff it all, darling, you feel so…" He broke off with a strangled cry, his toes curling into the synthetic fur that lined his boots as Zeb began to massage his thick tongue against the sensitive underside with little curling motions when he neared the tip.
Stilted, wet pants of breath and half formed words misted in the cold air before Alexsandr's lips. "I want to sit you up on that crate you were hauling about..." he murmured around a low noise, head rolling forward in a plume of dark gold hair.
"Spread you open and pleasure you until you can't see straight, show the galaxy what a mess you make of yourself, love."
Zeb snorted, his breath huffing against Kallus' thigh and was about to point out that since their crash into Bahryn seeing straight was becoming increasingly more difficult, but the close scrape of a fang had Alexsandr shudder and buck further into his mouth.
"The mess you make o' me, yer mean?" He corrected gently, easing Kallus' length free from his mouth, as kind and coaxing as he had always been since his fellow warrior had staggered down the Ghost's ramp onto Yavin IV in his torn and bloody ISB uniform.
Kallus choked on his self-deprecating laugh, but that sound too was lost to the breathy groan that shivered past his loose shape of his lips, angled up towards the cave's ceiling as his head fell back and his entire body quivered like a willow in the wind. He gasped, an almost panicked sound as heat crawled up his spine and pooled deep within his hips.
"Please! Keep going, keep going, Zeb...Zeb-!" His voice wavered as his body rocked and shuddered, and Kallus gasped his way through the gentlest and most satisfying orgasm he'd had in months, ears ringing as his mind whited out.
Garazeb hummed around his mouthful and swallowed deeply, entirely too pleased with himself. The feel of Kallus' fingers so very gently brushing stray chips of ice from his ears and stroking some heat back into them softened his pride to adoration and he purred sweetly, butting back into his lover's touch.
A few strands had fallen forward into Kallus' face and stuck to his forehead from the exertion, and the tangling of fingers through it, sending his diligently maintained hair further into disarray.
Zeb tilted his head to rest his cheek upon Alexsandr's bare, freckled thigh, and blinked up at him in open adoration, purring like a contended engine at the feel of his chilly fingertips massaging around the base of one ear.
He swept his hands up the trembling muscles of Kallus' legs to return the gesture, kneading his hips within the span of massive, four clawed hands to work some warmth back into the exposed skin and draw wrung out noises of bliss from the man above him.
"As wonderful as this feels, Zeb," Kallus gasped, the cold air stinging his throat as he finally caught his breath. "I would very much like to pull my trousers back up before my parts freeze off."
"Ah, yer spoilsport." Zeb laughed, rising shakily off his own knees to briefly touch their foreheads together, and offered both hands to help his lover back to his feet.
Kallus took the grasp kindly offered, marveling at just how large Garazeb's were compared to his own, -and he was not a small man in any measure- and slid off the crate he was perched on to stand.
Zeb held him steady as he wobbled, off balance and tugging his trousers back around his hips, fumbling with his belt. He laughed at Kallus' hushed sigh of "oh, that's better."
"Hey, c'mere…" Zeb beckoned softly, sitting back down against the stack of crates and holding out one arm for Kallus to curl under. Alexsandr smiled, and tucked himself in close.
Ships docked and pulled away behind them, and the sounds of rebel life became important once again, but still not as important as the feel of one another, right there and alive. Alexsandr linked their odd fingers together, and Garazeb rubbed his thumb in little sweeps across Kallus' upper arm. A rare moment of calm captured for the both of them.
Zeb hummed against his golden hair, rubbing his scent into it. A deep exhale tickled the loose strands that framed Alexsandr's brows, sweeping them across his forehead with the gentle push of breath.
"I should get back ter Rex, and you better get and find Huon before he sneaks over here with a net an' a blaster set to stun."
Kallus huffed a weary chuckle and leaned in to burrow his face into the fur tufting out above the neck of the Zeb's thermal shirt. "I will. Just…" He blinked his starcluster eyes upwards, a rare and vulnerable upward tick to his golden brows. "One more minute?"
Zeb smiled, purring gently and lowered his arm to wrap around Kallus' waist, pulling them closer together and scenting them both with his cheek against his tousled hair.
"Yeah. One more minute."