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It was night and the music was attempting to dance in his bones.

Going out into the clubs and the bars of the cities wasn’t normally Rex’s thing. Well, not any more anyway, and certainly not with a group of younger clones still eager to do crazy shit. Ordinarily parts of him ached in a way that wasn’t particularly pleasurable, and sometimes the only thing he craved was to crawl into a warm bed and simply pass out until his body liked him again. The smell of the alcohol was sweet but the scars of past hangovers screamed loud enough for him to hesitate.

But as he looked at his enthusiastic and attractive companions there were other things in his body that were currently screaming too, and Rex didn’t quite know which ones to listen to.

Clone Force 99 had started easy on him. It was a successful mission, and they’d all been perfectly polite and professional at the start other than a couple of friendly bickering matches between the brothers. A proposal to spend the unexpected chance for shore leave at the nearest spaceport to search for interesting nightlife seemed fine to him, and anyway Rex had reckoned it would give him more time to talk to Echo at a time when things weren’t trying to shoot their heads off.

Well, here they were and technically he had time with Echo, but talking?

Rex’s gaze returned to the dark warmth of the dance floor where three of the Batch were already swaying together in a close little group and seemingly oblivious to anything around them. Surprisingly it had been Tech to lead the charge to the floor, a straight backed, determined Tech whose data pad had been set aside for the night and whose direct orders had brought both Wrecker and Hunter with him who were now circling him like moons orbiting a planet.

In the dark he watched as Wrecker nuzzled Tech’s neck from behind, Hunter’s hands sliding over Tech’s chest delicately as their toned bodies matched the beat of the music perfectly.

Affectionate moons.

Hands slid a little lower, and the corner of Rex’s mouth lifted in amusement. Very affectionate moons.

No wonder they’d insisted on changing into civilian clothes before heading to the port town. No wonder the clothing had been on the light side too, clinging to certain elements of their bodies but baggy enough on others to allow hands to slide underneath cloth to slide over heated, sweat sheened skin.

It was already a hot night, and apparently things were planning to get a little hotter.

“They do this often?” he tossed across idly to his drinking partner at the table who hadn’t left him yet to enjoy the fruits of this particular dance but who was clearly watching them with the intensity of a trainer to a training cadet squad.

Echo grinned and took a mouthful of drink as he leaned closer to be able to talk. Technically they were close enough to hear each other anyway - the music might be feel-it-in-your-bones quality, but it wasn’t that loud - but Rex was never going to object to Echo being closer. Hell, he’d willingly have him sitting on his lap if that was something a Captain admitted to.

Thankfully Echo wasn’t privy to his thoughts, and given the alcohol buzzing in his veins suggesting inappropriate suggestions, that was probably a good thing.

“Yeah, I guess they do,” Echo’s fingertip tapped on the edge of the glass as they continued to watch. A confident Tech had already decided to take charge, his hands settling on the narrowness of Hunter’s waist to steer him into the rhythm that he wanted, and Hunter was apparently planning on being a good boy as his perfect ass swayed happily to the beat that Tech set.

“What he means is we do,” A drawling voice from behind him god near made him jump. “And there’s no guessing about it. Move,”

The move was directed at both of them to allow a space for Crosshair to perch on the other end of the bench next to Rex and for a moment Rex had a very strong urge to keep himself firmly where he was and see what the Batcher was planning to do about it.

Crosshair. Hard man to tolerate sometimes, even harder to understand. Every time he thought he had him the man’s personality seemed to twist like a greased up Caliani eel, from aloof and agonistic to sympathetic and back again, and Rex never knew whether to slap him warmly on the shoulder or throttle him. Still, there was no question on his skill, nor his brothers’ loyalty and fondness for him, and he guessed that was enough.

Possibly not enough to put up with him if he was in One Of Those Moods, and the only reason why Rex didn’t immediately put the kid in his place was the fact that Crosshair had found enough room to park his slim ass next to him and the hard but warm length of the sniper’s thigh suddenly pressed against his own to wipe out his immediate argument. And the kid knew what he was doing as well, deliberately not looking at him despite the fact his limbs were pressing against him, and Rex bet the extremely lazy reach for a glass wasn’t so much for a mouthful - backed up by the fact that Crosshair didn’t even bother to sip it - and everything to do with allowing the folds of fabric to fall open further to show a flash of bare skin and the smallest glimpse of dark nipple before it vanished again as he sat back.

Slow, deliberate, almost mocking. Kid was testing where the line was with a full on explosive device and Rex wasn’t sure whether to be irritated or impressed by his bravery, no matter how unwise said bravery was. But Crosshair wasn’t finished yet.

“So,” The drawl had to be loud to be heard over the noise, but it still had that low secretive purr that Crosshair adored. “Has Echo asked you to dance yet?”

And suddenly Rex wasn’t the only one with a bone to pick with the sniper as Echo reacted as though scolded with hot water, all wide eyed horror.

“Crosshair!!” The hiss was low and yet its solid fury ensured its message got exactly where it was supposed to be. He reckoned the only reason that Echo didn’t launch himself at his brother was purely the fact that Rex was in the way.

Not that Crosshair cared, of course. A mouthful was finally and very slowly taken as the sniper stared out hungrily at the others still engrossed in each other on the dance floor, the low glow of the light highlighting the outline of his face and the smallest of self satisfied smiles at the corner of his mouth that begged to be challenged.

Not that Crosshair cared about that either, and Rex was pretty damned sure the kid was deliberately pushing his luck. Wouldn’t be the first trooper to mix up teasing with flirting. Wouldn’t be the first to regret it either, and Rex resisted the urge to start that process as he followed the sniper’s gaze to the heat of the dance floor.

And heat was right. It took him a moment to work out what the hell was going on, the boys so wrapped up in each other it was hard to tell where one stopped and the next one began. It was also pretty damned clear that Tech was running the show too, Wrecker worshipping him from the rear and Tech’s fingers curled so tightly in Hunter’s long dark hair that the sergeant couldn’t pull away even if he wanted to as the long, deep kiss continued.

And from the way that Hunter was grinding up against him, it was damned clear he didn’t want to.

“Mmmm,” The rest of the drink was drained as Crosshair continued his performance, his tongue lingering over a residual drop from the rim of the glass with deliberate care. In many respects it was just as hot as the boys dancing in front of them, and from the tell tale faint smirk it was clear that Crosshair was fully aware of that.

Little bastard. It was just as well Hunter didn’t seem to be the territorial type, if Rex had his way with this little group then that smirk would be chased off his face soon enough.

“Well, don’t let Echo weasel his way out of it,” Crosshair stretched like a lazy feline in sunshine, all long limbs and angles. Rex could almost feel Echo tremble in irritation directly beside him, and by the way the corners of Crosshair’s mouth lifted in amusement, so could he.

“Plenty of room out on the dance floor, Captain,” Crosshair managed to murmur and yet Rex could still hear him perfectly. “But I’m sure Echo’ll cover that soon,”

Another rough chuckle and finally Crosshair was gone, pushing himself up with the mannerism of someone who was much drunker than he actually was before he prowled his swaying, feline walk onto the dancefloor and the prospect of a half naked Wrecker who had noted his arrival and was waiting for him eagerly. The fact that ribs weren’t shattered from Wrecker’s opening hug seemed to defy physics.

But Rex wasn’t planning to focus on them right now, not with Echo vibrating next to him like a rippling body of water that hadn’t forgotten the stone thrown into it. Yeah, Crosshair had rattled that cage, Echo’s hand curled so tight around the glass that it was in genuine danger of breaking. Fear, anger or embarrassment? Perhaps a cocktail of all three. There were certain conversations you never had with your Captain - or ex-Captain, in his case - and this was slap bang in the middle of them.

Didn’t mean he didn’t want to help take some of that tension off his shoulders, and a protective shiver ran down his spine in a manner that was hard to ignore.

“You doing okay?” Break the ice, and not with a damned thermal detonator. Not that Rex was planning to object if Echo genuinely did want to take him dancing. The whole damned evening had already made itself known to the elements of him that appreciated both sex and comfort, a warm tingle setting up home in his core, and if things didn’t happen then Rex could see a very cold shower in his near future.

Echo’s gaze flickered toward the dance floor and was met by Crosshair’s smug expression coming the other way, and yeah, that boy was going to get his ass beat by the end of the night if he carried on like this. Clearly no one had ever taught him not to play with fire and it seemed rude not to expand on that lesson.

Rex’s eyes narrowed and a small smile played on his lips. Well, they were smart boys. They’d work out the error of their ways pretty quickly on who they were messing with.

But for now, he had Echo. An on edge Echo for that matter, and Rex resisted patting his hand for fear of making him jump so hard he’d hit the ceiling.

“Echo?” he gently poked again and finally Echo seemed to snap out of whatever thought he was engaged in as a small but strong smile aimed back at him.

“Yeah, I’m good. Don’t pay any attention to them,”

But he was paying attention to what was happening and that protective shiver wasn’t planning to go away any time soon. Hell, that feeling was so damned strong that the hairs at the back of his neck seemed to be having a party of their own,

“They tease you a lot?” Rex wanted to say that the words had just idly slipped out, but that was so far from the truth it was going to need a homing beacon to find its way back.

In truth, he had no real concerns that Echo was being mistreated by the Batch - he’d have murdered them long before now if he thought that - but even now every single movement from the original four members of Clone Force 99 simply illustrated their closeness that would be damned hard for any newcomer to break into no matter how much they liked him. Adding a new person to that had felt a bit like adding a duck to a bunch of geese and hoping that the shared similarities would help integrate, and .. well, this wasn’t just anyone to Rex.

Echo himself shrugged. “Nothing I can’t handle,”

As a satisfying answer it needed work and Rex turned his gaze thoughtfully back to the dancers. Crosshair was draped over Wrecker’s back like a cloak and Wrecker was reaching back as his hips ground back against him. Subtlety was not their strong point but then they never said it was, their sex life apparently just as crazy as their assignment methods.

“You sure?” He’d soon put them straight if Echo wanted him to, and part of him relished the challenge. Just a gentle reminder, honest.

“..what? Oh,” Echo paused as he realised the seriousness of the question and laughed, and finally that laugh was back to Echo, the Echo he knew, the memories of so much. “Yeah, Captain, m’fine. I put up with Fives all these years, the Batch doesn't even come close. They think they do, but .. well,”

The laugh turned into the wistful smile of the past before Echo shrugged again and looked out at the dance floor.

“Trust me,” he said, and his voice was confident. “I can handle myself,”

A worse man than himself would have struggled not to point out that if you were handling yourself in a place like this then you were doing it wrong, but Echo’s firm statement gave him the reassurance he needed. In truth, he wasn’t too surprised. Wouldn’t be the first squad with this relationship, wouldn’t be the last, and Echo had faced bigger challenges than Crosshair’s tongue.

Said tongue nibbled at Wrecker’s ear and Rex smiled ruefully to himself. Okay, perhaps it depended on what said tongue was doing at the time.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about me,” Rex said, still hoping to soothe. “I’m not much of a dancer,”

There was a small pause. “Sure about that? Don’t think anyone’s worried about your skill level, sir,”

Wait, what? That wasn’t the grateful escape he’d anticipated. Even the look of near heart attack seemed to have lessened although there was still a flicker of something there, a small shy look away as though Echo hoped the shadows would cover most of his embarrassment.

Of course this would have been the point where the other half of the Domino duo would have kicked in, loud and brash and distracting enough for his brother to hide behind, and Rex pushed away another flicker of sadness about Fives. No question Fives would have been out there right in the middle of the Batch, sharing their abilities to cause chaos and loving every single moment of it.

But now Echo had a new set of brothers to get to know. Rex glanced out to see Crosshair look at Echo again, then paused. That wasn’t a tease. That looked like a silent message between them before the sniper turned back to the Wrecker meal he was currently devouring.

And now he was properly looking at them all he realised Crosshair wasn’t the only one. Subtlety had never been the Batch’s thing outside of genuine sneak attacks, but this was taking it to extremes. The dance floor wasn’t crowded by any means, an intimate moment in the dark and the shadows, and the Batch had deliberately ensured their table’s view was unparalleled as they continued to move.

Move? Continued to show off was the real situation; Crosshair’s caresses over Wrecker’s form were almost cartoonishly exaggerated, demonstrating exactly where each touch landed and inviting spectator’s imaginations to take it further. Tech had calculated the perfect angle to show off Hunter’s form, and the sergeant was fully aware by the way his back arched and his ass pushed into Tech’s hands that gripped him under the curve of his buttock like a biological bra for the ass cheeks, turning already full roundness into something even larger.

Oh yes, this was a show. The little group was proud, confident, teasing, and Echo was watching them with a particular expression - a little wistful, a little conflicted and a little..

Wait.

Rex narrowed his eyes as he watched Crosshair meet Echo’s gaze again, and he didn’t need to be Clone Force 99 to feel the message being silently transmitted. And they weren’t the only ones. Every so often Hunter and Wrecker cast a small look in their direction; the only one not following that habit was Tech, and from past assignments Rex was damned sure that was because Tech’s personal confidence in his plan was enough not to need the look.

He’d known the whole damned thing was planned. From the location, to the dance, to Crosshair’s ‘wind up the Captain’ routine. What he hadn’t realised was how many members were involved in this particular conspiracy.

Echo was suddenly aware of a look aimed at him, and if he wasn’t sure of Echo’s involvement before then he was damned sure now as sweet apologetic eyes turned cautiously wary, the lie merging into the truth.

Well, well. Perhaps Echo had settled in better than even Rex had hoped for.

“.. you okay, sir?”

Was he okay. Well, yes, was the answer. In truth it didn’t matter if the boys had openly plotted to get him dancing and potentially curled up with them later at night or whatever it was that Clone Force 99 did together. It was still an invitation, as unsubtle as it was, and Rex wasn’t planning to turn it down.

But still, there was a small part of him that itched to teach them exactly who they were messing with. After all, if they could play games then so could he.

Echo was getting genuinely nervous at the look on Rex’s face. “Uh, sir?”

Sir. Echo liked ‘sir’. Echo had always liked ‘sir’, thinking about it. Both he and Fives seemed to adore it, Echo for praise and Fives to remind himself about the temperature of the fire and how much it burned, and Rex found himself leaning closer until they were close enough that he could probably lick Echo if he wished to.

And, in truth, he did, but not quite yet.

“So what was the plan?” Low and predatory, deliberately designed to hit every worry nerve that Echo possessed, and by the way Echo’s eyes widened even further it was clear it had done its duty.

“I don’t know what -,”

Echo was not an idiot, nor was he suicidal. Their eyes met for a moment before he winced.

“Uh, well, just to get you dancing. If you wanted to,” A sheepish, guilty grin. “I mean, you don’t have to-,”

“If it was just dancing you’d have asked,” Rex knew half a story when he heard it. “The little strip show on the dance floor. Crosshair trying to spark something off. You being all shy. Were you putting on a sexual buffet for me or something?”

The small cringe in Echo’s eyes suggested he might have hit home a little closer than even Rex had imagined. Huh. So they didn’t know what to tempt him with so they’d gone with the ‘everything’ option. How very risky.

Rex kept his expression perfectly calm and his voice level, despite the very real need for his heart to pick up the pace and his crotch grow even more uncomfortable. “I see,”

And now Echo really was worried. “Didn’t mean anything by it, sir, just wanted to show you what was on offer,”

“And what,” said Rex. “exactly is on offer? I’m assuming we’re not just talking dancing,”

“Well…,” Echo tried to find some diplomatic words. “.. perhaps a bit affectionate too,”

He couldn’t say that wide eyed look that appealed to him wasn’t talking to him at a different level, and he could almost feel Echo’s breath quicken as Rex leaned a little closer until the air seemed to crackle. Oh, that look of apology, like a hound that had stolen the last of the cookies! And yet he couldn’t quite push his sternness for too long, even his heart would melt.

“Affectionate, huh. We talking kissing and touching or full out kinky sex over a table?” And with the Batch, this was an honest question. If their sex life was anything like how they tackled assignments then he was in for an interesting ride.

Echo looked sheepish. “Um,”

“Second one, I’m assuming,”

“Well, it might be a little strong..,” They paused just in time to see Wrecker’s top get literally ripped off his chest with the kind addition of a vibro-knife, Wrecker roaring with laughter as Tech casually dumped the fabric to one side. Echo sighed and closed his eyes. “..no, that’s accurate, although it’s a gamble what you’re gonna get.”

Not necessarily a bad thing either. Careful selection was one thing, but he couldn’t deny the appeal of surprise once in a while.

“Uh huh,” His gaze strayed to the dance floor again where an increase in little ‘casual looks’ in their direction stated that the boys had worked out something wasn’t quite going to plan. Crosshair had slipped across to Hunter, their bodies curled up together neatly as they danced and kissed with the easy nature of people who knew each other inside and out - probably literally with those two - and having turned slightly to allow Hunter to keep an eye on them over Crosshair’s shoulder.

Sneaky bastards.

“So you want to expand on the situation here?” Rex returned to Echo. “Everyone’s fucking each other, I’m assuming,”

A slightly sheepish shrug. “Yeah,”

Rex’s eyebrow rose. “Even you,”

Another shrug, this time with a half smile. “Yeah, even me. Once the Batch like someone, they really like someone. But I’m..,”

“...still finding out what everyone likes, yeah, I get it,” Rex looked back at the others again. Tech focused so much on Wrecker it was like the rest of the galaxy didn’t exist. Hunter’s clawed hands raking sharply down Crosshair’s back to smack him hard on the ass. “So you boys thought I wouldn’t accept?”

“We weren’t sure,” Echo looked faintly more sheepish. “Just testing the waters. Y’know, ethics could have stopped you,”

Ethics. He almost burst out laughing.

“We’re all from the same source, Echo, you know that. If you boys are deviant little bastards, then don’t expect me to be any different.” Rex realised that during the whole damned conversation they had each edged a little closer, Echo’s solid thigh close to his own and barely a space between them.

Just as it should be. No question that Echo was ready and willing, a small shudder as Rex delicately brushed over his shoulder, and Rex couldn’t help cupping his chin to bring his face up a little more. Wide eyes, sweet and trusting, Echo’s mouth opened a little and how easy it would be to lean into him and take the kiss that Echo was clearly so desperate for..

But then that would be rewarding them for their sneaky plans. Echo was startled out of his increasing daze as Rex pushed himself up and grabbed hold of Echo’s hand to tug him onto the dance floor.

“Right. Let’s show them what the 501st can do,”

“Is that cause chaos, sir?”

“Something like that. You going to be ‘sir-ing’ me all evening, out of interest?”

Even in the darkness he could sense the heat of Echo’s flush. “If you want me to stop-,”

“No. As long as you’re doing it for fun, keep doing it,” Rex tugged him on and then gently but firmly pushed him onto the dance floor once he’d caught up, smoothly smacking his ass sharply as Echo passed in much the same way as Hunter had for Crosshair. That startled look was worth it alone, and a small toothy smile arrived on Rex’s face and wasn’t planning to vanish any time soon.

They thought they would run the show, huh? Well. He’d soon correct that little expectation.

The smack on the bottom had not been lost on the others either, from Wrecker’s wide grin to Tech pausing to add this new activity into his calculations, to Hunter’s cautious look about whether they’d gone too far already. Crosshair, meanwhile, bent his head to nibble at Hunter’s exposed neck, his amused gaze never leaving Rex’s.

Challenge accepted.

“Dance with me,” he targeted Echo again, and oh, how that wide eyed look spoke to him before Echo grinned back and compiled. Not that Echo had anything to worry about on the dancing front; his rhythm was excellent as they edged closer and closer to each other as though daring who would be the first to break.

And they weren’t the only ones interested. The others were beginning to circle around them, like small fish wondering whether to dare grab a bite of a carcass from a feeding shark, and Rex couldn’t deny he was almost craving for them to test their luck. Having the cockiness of the youngsters potentially meet up with the intensity of reality tripled the heat and energy in the heartbeat of the music and the secrets of the dark.

Not that he was going to reward them with attention just yet. His focus was all on Echo, from the smooth movement of his mechanically enhanced body to the flickers of emotion across his expressive face. The desire to kiss away any nervous look was increasing, but said nervous looks were few and far between as Echo’s confidence grew.

“You’re getting just as bad as Crosshair,” Rex mock grumbled as Echo danced a little closer, turning so his back and ass ground against Rex’s body.

“Trust me, I’m nowhere near,” Echo grinned back before said grin turned into a groan as Rex’s hands found Echo’s hips and began to direct where Echo’s body pressed against. Clone Force 99 weren’t the only ones who could be a little direct with their needs, and anyway he couldn’t have controlled his erection even if he tried. Hiding it against the curve of Echo’s ass seemed the best place for it, and from the way Echo pressed eagerly against him the feeling apparently was mutual.

The dance allowed him other opportunities too. He’d never dared to investigate Echo’s modifications in any real detail, assuming they’d be a sore subject - hopefully only figuratively - but he was pleased when Echo tilted his head to one side to allow him to explore further. Funny. He’d always assumed the metal elements would be cold, but he guessed the warmth of Echo’s body removed that threat, and his tongue found a new thrill from the change in textures as he couldn’t resist examining in a more novel way.

Behind them, their audience was getting restless but still didn’t quite dare to interfere. Perhaps the Batch were less suicidal than he thought, Rex’s teeth teasing Echo’s neck gently as he kept a watchful eye on them, still amused how the boys were approaching the whole damned thing like a training assignment. An efficient training assignment at that; Tech had almost stripped Wrecker entirely, only a small slither of clothing left on his body that left nothing to the imagination and his hands roaming over the firmness of that broad chest possessively. Wrecker himself was eagerly accepting anything and everything, happiness radiating from him, and his lower half … well, his lower half was certainly keeping up the unsubtle theme. The man wasn’t so much a mouthful as a whole damned bakery.

And then there were the other two, prowling in the darkness. Hunter’s gaze was hungry and dangerous, his loose dark hair falling over his eyes enough to give him a wild look. At some point someone had tugged down his bandana so it dangled around his neck like a makeshift collar, the dark red of the fabric occasionally catching the light as though a mark on his skin in its own right. Crosshair hovered near him, sharp alert eyes and a small smile that curled the corner of his mouth as he waited for a chance.

All confident. All eager. All underestimating him greatly, and his chuckle was deep enough that Hunter hesitated and Echo nudged back against him.

“You’re not allowed to eat them, you know,” he murmured in amusement. Rex huffed.

“No promises,” he dipped his head again and licked up Echo’s neck, delighting in his shiver. “Given their tastes am I right to assume they’re all experienced, yes?”

“Do I want to know why you’re asking that, sir?” Echo groaned softly as Rex’s hand traced down his stomach and over his groin, the hard heat so intense that it was a wonder his pants didn’t catch on fire. But he was being respectful, like a good boy, and good boys got pleasure.

“I like to be prepared,” Rex breathed in his ear, and not so gently tugged him round so they were now face to face, their bodies and hips pressed together hard enough that each movement sent pleasure racing through every inch of his body. “So intel is needed. How d’you boys like it. Playful or rough or what?”

“Whatever you want,” Echo was struggling to talk, his expression dazed. Yeah, not a statement he ever trusted. People always assumed they could take anything, and they were always wrong.

“Dangerous game to play, there,”

“Seriously. They do everything,” Echo pulled him tighter, his hips grinding against Rex’s hungrily as though on a completely different part of the conversation. “Or close enough, anyway. They’ll tell you if they’re not into it, but they like a challenge. It’s kinda their thing.”

Was it now. Huh. Perhaps he might be able to play a little harder after all, and Rex cast another thoughtful look at the hovering boys before back at Echo.

“Good to know.” Damn, he wanted to grab him, spin him, rip off the remaining clothing and simply bury himself deep into Echo’s welcoming heat, but that was extreme even for them and even for a dubious place like this. He’d fucked in public before - and it wasn’t as though the audience was either large or paying them too much attention - but not off world. That was just asking for holovids.

Rex dragged his mind back. “You boys bring supplies?”

“More than that. We brought the bed,” Echo groaned, voice straining and breathing growing shakier as he barely cared what he was saying. Rex’s hips stopped before spinning him round and pressing once again against the curve of his ass, partly so his erection could slot so happily into its rightful place and partly to be able to murmur a little harder in his ear.

“What d’you mean, you brought the bed?”

“Room. Upstairs. Tech arranged it specially. Y’know, just in case.”

Another groan as Rex ran his hand over his length and felt the dampness from Echo’s pre-come seep through the clearly inadequate fabric, smelt his musk and his delighted shiver, and wanted nothing more than to pin him down and devour him directly.

For now, interrogation.

“And what else did you boys plan?” Rex continued, voice still low and purring as his hand delicately chased the trembles out of him until Echo was having difficulty staying upright.

“Tech…,” A further gentle nuzzle short-circuited Echo’s mind before he pushed himself on with a gasp. “... Tech had a few things on a list but .. uh!.. they like playing,”

They liked playing, did they? And Tech was being mentioned a lot. Rex’s hand continued to tease Echo through his clothing as his gaze moved thoughtfully back to the man in question. The darkness disguised many things but he could still see Tech’s straight back and the way the light gleamed from his glasses to hide his eyes, his expression calm and dangerously in control as he reduced Wrecker to a puddle of goo with each perfectly calculated touch.

“Tech’s in charge, huh?” The only conclusion to be made.

“Uh huh. Makes him happy,”

“And Hunter’s good with that?”

A small broken little laugh as though Rex had made a joke. “These nights give Hunter a chance for someone else to take responsibility for a bit. Yeah, he’s good with it,”

Was he now. Good to know for both of them, and Rex relished the small shaky moan from Echo as he delicately licked his neck again. Echo was so close already, the tremble of his thighs threatening to collapse him entirely and Rex’s hand snaked around his waist to tactfully hold him upright.

“What about the others? Wrecker. Crosshair,”

Echo tried to pull himself together. “Wrecker loves everything as long as it’s fun. Crosshair likes pushing boundaries,”

Well, at least he had those two clear in his mind. Crosshair was lucky not to be pulled over a lap and disciplined already.

“So, you want to try this room, huh?” Rex murmured in his ear, and fuck, every single moan from Echo simply added to the building need inside him that demanded that they speed this whole thing up. “Take this further,”

Echo’s response was positive even if it wasn’t technically a word, and Rex couldn’t help but encourage that further.

“Strip you naked,” His low growl deepened seductively and Echo pressed back even harder against him, responsive as ever. “Make you mine.”

His smile was wolfish at the quick indrawn breath, and Rex deliberately nuzzled against Echo’s neck lovingly as though he didn’t realise the trembling need racing through his younger charge’s body. Such a good boy, Echo. Always followed orders, even the unspoken ones.

“So…,” Rex continued, only just resisting the urge to drag his tongue across Echo’s skin to taste him but kriff, he was right there. Part of him wanted to smack his ass and hear the moan. “you want me to only pay attention to you, or shall we include everyone?”

For a moment he wasn’t sure whether Echo even heard the next sentence, his entire body having frozen at the ‘mine’ and his eyes so wide that anyone would have thought he’d drugged him. It took a good couple of lip licks before Echo could even move his mouth.

“Seems rude not to invite them, right?” Echo finally managed words, and those words were good with him too. Good and completely unsurprising, because if they’d all been planning this particular evening then Rex was pretty damned sure they weren’t stopping just when things started to get interesting.

Echo’s ability to speak failed again as Rex gently squeezed him - not too bad, didn’t want him coming before anyone was ready - before raising his head to fix a firm look at the prowling boys still reluctantly keeping their distance.

They liked playing, did they? Doing anything?

Rex smiled to himself. The members of Clone Force 99 were young, all right. No way anyone with any sense would offer themselves up on a plate quite so eagerly, but who was he to turn it down? He’d been curious about the Batch since the first time they’d all but crash landed onto the runway, and even more so when Cody started to sing their praises.

Yeah, he could handle the whole lot of them, but care needed to be taken.

“Crosshair!” His snap at the nearest passing Batcher made Echo jump and even the sniper almost lost his trademark smirk. “Keep Echo warm for me,”

Completely unsurprising he didn’t need to elaborate on that particular instruction. The smirk made a reappearance and Crosshair happily took over the dance, already stealing a kiss as Rex turned to his primary target. If Tech was the man in charge then Tech was the man he needed to speak to, and from the expectant way Tech was watching him it was clear that he’d already come to that conclusion and was waiting for him to go through the obvious set of actions that were needed.

Only who wanted to stick to those? Tech’s eyebrows rose as Rex deliberately prowled closer than was usually comfortable, but he was pleased to see the strength flashed in Tech’s eyes as he held his ground where others would have immediately stepped back. Impressive. Not that he was going to admit that out loud, it would ruin the effect he was going for.

“So,” Rex said. “I hear there’s a room,”

“That’s right.” Tech held his gaze steadily before looking deliberately back at the no doubt active pair behind him and then back again. “Are you interested in that opportunity or is this a form of edging?”

Straight forward. He liked that. Beating around the bush normally just gave him splinters.

“And I hear you normally call the shots,” Rex added.

Oh, Tech had noted the word ‘normally’ and from the careful expression in his eyes had made the right interpretation. Now that wasn’t unexpected. What was unexpected was the fact that Tech seemed to make himself taller as a response, standing straighter with his shoulders back and his eyes unafraid. Had to give him credit for that as well, dominance where older and significantly more experienced clones had failed.

“You’re planning to take charge,” Tech said.

“That I am. Although I can always do with some back up,” Rex’s eyebrow twitched upward. “Interested?”

A long pause as calculations were calculated and thoughts were considered. Their eyes met again and a decision was made, and Rex had to confess that was the decision he was hoping for.

“Excellent. Shall we get this party started?”

Tech opened his mouth to clearly point out that their location clearly pointed out that a party had begun some time ago when he paused and instead gave a small nod. “Yes. Yes, we shall,”

And so they did.

It barely took them a few minutes to herd the others upstairs, and even less time before every scrap of clothing was on the floor as though a whirlwind had crashed through the place and ripped it off their bodies. Just as well the room was large as the whirlwind wasn’t finished either, and Rex resisted the urge to chuckle as the bed - a beast of a contraption - suddenly found both Hunter and Crosshair flung onto it by a particularly eager Wrecker.

But no, chuckling would give the wrong type of image for the game he was playing. Time to play Mr Bad Guy.

Activities stopped dead and heads rose up as Rex slammed his fist twice against the firmness of the door. The dull pain radiated up his arm but as a marker it did its job, and Rex folded his arms and fixed them with the sternest expression he could as arousal met up with caution. Good boys. Healthy reaction.

“So,” His voice was deliberately sharper than usual, as much a performance of strictness as Tech’s little dance had been for seductiveness downstairs. “I hear you’ve all been plotting against me,”

A wary Hunter looked like he was about to step into the line of fire in full sergeant mode before comprehension entered his eyes as a savvy Tech’s small shake of the head told him otherwise. Still, knowing what the situation was didn’t mean that the cliff drop got any less steep, and the nervous but excited anticipation began to crackle between them as they waited to see who was going to dare speak first.

“Just wanted to make sure you weren’t bored, sir,” Echo stepped forward, a man far too used to making excuses on behalf of his wayward brothers and his voice managing to be both teasing and excessively polite. The salute was a nice touch.

Not bored, huh? Well, target achieved. Time to repay the favour as Rex drew himself up to full height - didn’t work too well with some of the Batch but it was both the thought and the attitude that counted - and prowled toward the bed.

“Is that so, trooper?” Rex scanned the faces in front of him, voice even harder. “Get up. Let’s see you,”

Only Echo moved.

“ALL OF YOU,” Rex bellowed, and that at least got more of a reaction as trained obedience clashed with natural disobedience.

Wrecker was still looking confused, uncertain whether Rex was joking or not, but the others had worked it out pretty damned quickly judging from the twinkling side glances between Hunter and Crosshair, and by the way that Wrecker’s worry lines vanished as Tech murmured something in his ear then he was clearly up to speed too. It took barely a moment before they were lined up, although even now it was so different to the usual trooper professional stance. Deliberate or natural? Rex didn’t know and didn’t care as he surveyed them.

And what a sight it was. Tensions might be high but their excitement hadn’t gone anywhere. The low light caressed over the sheen of their skin, turning them from boys into art, their bodies ready and waiting for action just as they’d been before their assignments. Even Crosshair straightened as Rex prowled closer, his lean body trembling with anticipation and his thigh close enough to Hunter’s that there was barely a breath between them.

Huh. Cute. No wonder they squabbled so much, just another excuse for intimacy in a rough format.

And getting into fights was what Crosshair specialised in, as far as Rex could see. His disobedience was for attention, and if Rex didn’t stop that little habit dead now then there was a damned fine chance that Hunter would follow his example and two misbehaving commandos would be a handful even for him.

“Got any stun cuffs?” Rex tossed out casually to Tech, who merely readjusted his goggles as he peered back.

“Well, obviously.”

Of course he would. Rex caught the cuffs as they were tossed to him and within a few moments Crosshair was down on his knees, hands cuffed behind his back, thighs spread, head bowed but eyes twinkling.

“Might I suggest an addition,” Tech spoke behind him and the offered gag was a damned fine suggestion. Clearly there was a full procedure when dealing with an excitable Crosshair. Whether he’d need to do the same for Hunter was another matter, although the way that Hunter’s knowing grin vanished immediately as Rex glared at him was a good start.

Yeah, a distraction was definitely needed, and his gaze fell on a nearby table that had so far been innocently used to hold some type of refreshment. It was about to have a rethink when it came to career goals. Good size. Good height. The slow grin drifted wider. Tech’s room planning had much to recommend it.

“Echo,” Rex snapped out, pointing where he needed to go. “on your back, knees up, spread yourself,”

Echo didn’t need any further instruction and obeyed instantly, just like he knew he would. Rex caught the lube that a pre-prepared Tech promptly tossed to him, then glared at Hunter again. The sergeant liked to have the responsibility removed from him during sex, did he? Well, he could cope with that. Wouldn’t be a bad thing to distract his mind from misbehaviour too.

“Hunter, here. Kneel over his face. Let him lick you. Move.”

No arguments from Hunter either. He straddled Echo’s face swiftly, knees carefully balancing each side of him, but Hunter wasn’t in command for any of this. He’d barely had time to settle before Echo was happily and obediently licking over Hunter’s hardened length like it was the tastiest of lollipops, resulting in a soft and panted whine of sensation from his target. Oh, good boy! For a moment even Rex’s hard man image paused as he watched Echo’s tongue gleefully run up and down Hunter’s erection, occasionally tipping his head back in an optimistic attempt to get his balls too before returning to lick and suck again with enthusiasm.

Rex had to shake himself mentally. Kriff sake, get on with it before he found himself coming over Echo’s stomach without any touch at all, and he turned back to a view that made his mouth water over the possibilities. The hard metallics of Echo’s legs contrasted beautifully with the firm softness of his upper thighs, his ass high and round and welcoming to all visitors. Every so often Echo would pause in his task to check where he was and what he was doing, and that soft, pleading look was enough to make anyone weak for him.

Enough soft behaviour, though. The boys wanted him hard - in multiple ways - and hard he was going to be. Lube found its way to his fingers pretty damned quickly, and Rex relished the little twitch and the gasp as the ball of his thumb circled the warmth of the sensitive hole.

From Hunter’s surprised gasp, apparently so did he as presumably Echo’s tongue did something unexpected during the twitch, but that was Hunter’s problem to cope with. For now, he had work to do, and-

-and his thumb slipped in easier than he’d expected. Sure, he was still tight and warm, his muscles gripping Rex’s thumb as though a finger trap desperate for him to stay, but definitely too swift for a starting position. Rex frowned, then looked across at Tech.

“Pre-prepared, huh?”

“Of course. The end goal was always the same. The journey and who was debatable,”

Spoken as though he was merely discussing the guard duty rota rather than a planned five-to-six man orgy. Well, well. Weren’t they both organised and optimistic. Rex wondered briefly whether Tech had calculated the odds that he would join in and then scolded himself. Of course he had.

“So you all like that?” Rex raised an eyebrow. “Or is that obvious too?”

“Yes, but Echo has stressed I shouldn’t say that too often to you,” Tech confirmed happily, and the man in question suddenly clenched around his thumb in horror. Poor baby. Poor naughty baby.

“Did he,” Rex purred dangerously and he could feel Echo quiver. “And why was that?”

Naughty found a new level to reach.

“I understand you get a little irritable,” Tech replied happily, and Echo froze, appalled.

“Did you have to say that RIGHT NOW?!” he hissed.

“No, no. I’m glad he did,” Rex hooked one hand behind Echo’s thighs and lined himself up, a little nudge against Echo’s tense backside. And to think he’d considered doing this slowly. How foolish he was. “I’d hate to be irritable at you.”

“...kriff…,” Recognising his downfall, Echo offered a small sheepish smile. “....uh, would an apology help? Sir?”

Rex’s cock pressed further against Echo’s entrance teasingly and watched Echo bite his lower lip as he struggled to concentrate. Poor sweetheart. The mischief always sounded fine just before the shit hit the fan and the consequences reared its head, although he reckoned that Echo was probably used to that with Fives. Mischief had always followed him around like a love sick puppy.

It wasn’t even as though Echo didn’t want it. The stern voice worked just as well with Echo as it did with the other members of his squad, so damned wet that the pre-come had started to trickle down his length. Yeah, they were all bad boys, and they liked it like that.

“You really want me to be gentle on you?” The answer was obvious and sure enough there was a soft sigh and Echo’s head tipped back in defeat.

“ ..no.. ow!!”

The sting of his hand against Echo’s tight hip was a blissful agony. Rex’s eyebrow rose as his voice deepened further.

“What was that?”

“No sir!,” Desperate, panting, the last scrapes of willpower allowing him to speak at all, and Rex chuckled roughly as the equally eager tip of his cock pressed against that welcoming entrance.

“Better,”

And better was right. Easing into Echo was like easing into a hot bath after a long day, warm and inviting, and the pleasures washed over him as each inch slid into that eager tightness. A soft squeak from Hunter dragged up his gaze from watching his own length push into Echo to realise that something wet, warm and erotic was happening to his balls as Echo gathered enough of his mental powers to continue his gentle attack.

Not that Echo could keep that up for long. One snap of the hips into him gained a soft moan of approval, a noise that got steadily louder as Rex set a fast pace from the outset. Start as you meant to go on, and he meant to have them all quivering puddles of overstimulated jelly by the end of it.

Echo moaned again, his body squeezing around him enough that Rex fought back his own groan. Yeah, he could count himself in the quivering puddle jelly if this carried on. Had to get a grip.

His fast if shaky pace grew even quicker, harder thrusts that were almost brutal as he drove himself deeper into the tight welcoming heat that gripped him perfectly. At least he wasn’t the only one suffering; Wrecker had already started stroking himself eagerly as he watched, and Hunter had been forced to brace himself with a hand on the table to help balance his trembling thighs. So damned good.

Could be better. Could always be better.

“Hunter!” His voice wasn’t entirely steady, the snarl in his voice not entirely manufactured. “Get Echo in your mouth! Now,”

Head lifted, dark tendrils of hair already plastered over his forehead, and it took a moment for the overstimulated Hunter to recognise the words for what they were. His eyes twinkled.

“Sir!” The order was immediately and enthusiastically tackled, and Echo’s groans turned into a gasped curse as Hunter got to work, licking and sucking, his tongue dragging along the length of Echo’s twitching, leaking cock before taking him as deep as he dared. And apparently Hunter was the daring sort.

Just as well. Barking orders came naturally but even he couldn’t keep his pleasures from building and Rex could feel the distractions attempt to seize control of his mind. He could almost feel Hunter’s progress as a responsive and desperate Echo twitched and fluttered and squeezed around his cock with each lick and nuzzle and suckle, and Rex bit his lip to stop himself from moving as Echo’s next moan sent such beautiful vibrations through him that he could barely resist.

That was it, waiting was over and Hunter would have to cope as best he could with a moving landscape. His rising need snarled its desire and Rex’s first thrust was deep enough for Echo to whimper, fucking him over and over again, and kriff, he could stay here for months if either of their bodies could tolerate it.

One thing was certain, if this carried on at this pace and this intensity there was no way he was lasting for another five minutes, let alone months and Rex forced himself to look up furiously. The need was screaming at him, desperate to come, but he had to channel it into something else and the damned easiest thing for all of them was to turn it into a snarl. Fury, it was what he needed to do, what he liked doing, only to discover he wasn’t the only one as he met Tech’s calm but intense gaze coming from the other way with a silent message that was very easy to decipher.

Rex chuckled breathlessly. Oh yes, and a small head tilt confirmed his approval.

Hunter barely knew what hit him. Too busy focusing on the moving target that was Echo’s cock, there was a sudden muffled ‘mghifh?’ as Tech seized his hips and then .. well, thrust hard wasn’t close to being accurate. Tech slammed into him as though mining for ore, and Rex was planning to remember Hunter’s wide eyed, distant look for solo time in the bunk. Well, along with many others as Tech began to fuck him with sharp, deep thrusts, and apparently Hunter didn’t need words as all his thoughts were displayed so perfectly in his expression.

But even Tech’s talents were surely far too easy for a sergeant like Hunter and Rex grinned to himself.

“Hunter,” his voice was a sharp, no nonsense snap that even the Batch couldn’t resist. “back to work,”

Somewhere in the mess of his mind, Hunter struggled to focus.

“... s’r…,” Barely a mumble that hiccuped at the end as Tech’s fingers tightened on Hunter’s slim hips as he all but slammed into him. Even determination couldn’t keep up with that, Hunter having to stop all work simply to allow himself to breathe, and Rex chuckled breathlessly as he continued to fuck a similarly distracted Echo.

“I told you to get back to work,” His voice was a warning but the edges gave away his amusement, an increasing situation as Hunter tried and failed again to get his mouth onto Echo’s cock without either biting him or getting choked to death. Eventually he gave in, hair falling over his eyes as his head dropped further, panting for oxygen as Tech fucked him so hard it was kriff-near a punishment. Now that was a good look for both of them; the intense concentration etched into Tech’s face as he slammed into him over and over again with no hint of the softness that Rex had once assumed and marks blossomed on skin where fingers dug in harder, Hunter’s eyes closed and almost completely out of it as he allowed himself to follow Tech’s lead.

He might be out of it but the sergeant was more vocal than he’d expected. Whines, panting, groans, a whole orchestra of enthusiasm, and Rex’s smile widened as Tech slipped an arm around Hunter’s body to pull him mercilessly upward to offer a flushed and excited Echo a better view of the porn show above him.

But the porn show didn’t have to stop at Tech.

“Perhaps a swap?” Rex said when the noise fell down enough to hear, gently slapping Echo’s hand away from where he was trying to stroke himself. Hunter, breathless and dazed, didn’t pay attention.

Foolish move. Tech did and, of course, knew exactly what Rex was talking about. A small nod and a private smile that was almost evil before he withdrew, leaving a hard smack across Hunter’s ass as a parting gift to make the already over-stimulated man flinch before Tech murmured a few instructions to the next step. And oh, the next step was ready and willing; Hunter had barely time to think of a view on reality let alone voice it before a delighted Wrecker had seized hold of his hips, positioned himself and thrust in hard with a cock that Rex estimated was probably twice the girth of Tech’s - hell, any of them.

Oh, and Hunter noticed that. Eyes snapping open in shock, Hunter almost squeaked as Wrecker picked up where Tech had left off with a rhythm that removed any possibility of words - or indeed oxygen - from the sergeant’s throat. His hands had to curl harder on the table to keep himself in place as the monster cock ploughed into him again and again, and yet a lip bitten Hunter pushed back against Wrecker’s hips whenever he had the ability to get him even deeper.

Damned good view, and from the way Echo’s hips were desperately meeting his own, apparently he agreed like the good little boy he was. And who could resist such a plea, no matter how naughty?

“Jealous, huh?” Rex chuckled and slammed in hard just as a stammering Echo was trying to deny it, and the resulting breathless ‘uh!’ was music to his ears. He couldn’t resist a few more, deeper and deeper as Echo whined and panted, until there was a very real danger of devouring him whole.

“Behave,” Rex fought his own desires and slipped out, copying Tech’s smack to Echo’s backside and watching his dazed but happy expression flush a little. Oh, he liked that, did he? Why was he surprised, the Batch seemed to love misbehaviour enough that any spanking was probably a mark of honour as well as a kinky delight. And, after all, Echo did take his handprint so very well. Seemed a shame not to repeat the motif.

“All yours,” he said to the waiting Tech, erect and so very ready, and was struck again by how tall the man was now he was standing straight rather than hunched over a data pad. No nervousness marked his expression, and his determined confidence made Rex momentarily pause.

Yeah, okay, no wonder he was normally in charge, and Tech gave him a brisk nod of understanding as Rex stepped away and gestured toward the still trembling Echo, his thighs drooping open even more as he waited. How strict was Tech normally, Rex wondered as Tech positioned himself and Echo’s eyes took on a slightly guilty puppy dog look at whatever expression was being aimed at him. Perhaps spanking really wasn’t a rarity to them; wouldn’t be too surprised to find the man had set up some schooling sessions with appropriate discipline for failed answers.

Wouldn’t be surprised if the Batch deliberately got answers wrong either, for that matter, and Rex grinned to himself as Echo’s expression went back to a gasped ‘oh!’ as Tech thrust in just as swiftly and brutally as he had with Hunter.

As much as he’d like to watch, he had something else to deal with. After all, there was one other member that needed to be resolved, a member who had been surprisingly quiet, and Rex strolled across to the sullen but excited Crosshair still on his knees, waiting, scheming.

Oh, the man was trouble and Rex was looking forward to it.

“And what,” said Rex, folding his arms as he studied him. “do we do with you.”

The scowl upward turned even darker, but there was no disguising how hard he was, nor how much his cock leaked eagerly as he waited for the ‘punishment’ they both knew was coming, and if Tech wasn’t spanking this one on a regular disciplinary basis then calculations had gone awry somewhere. Crosshair needed correction like other people needed their daily caf, his slim hips dragged over someone’s lap, and Rex’s eyes gleamed hungrily as he stared down at him.

He could say a lot about Crosshair - and probably would over several drinks teasingly - but he was at least straightforward when it came to sexual desires.

In fact, they were all pretty straightforward. Tech was drilling into an almost incoherent Echo with long controlled thrusts, his attention fully on his charge. Wrecker had pulled Hunter up to his chest again, cock buried in him with his forearm across his belly and the other hand gently but firmly holding the fallen bandana tightly against Hunter’s throat like a makeshift collar as Wrecker whispered something into his ear with a wide grin that spoke of inappropriate images. Out of the lot of them, he could see Wrecker being the type who was happy to expand into what excited him, and from Hunter’s needy expression and rock hard cock, he suspected that expansion was currently being inserted into Hunter’s mind as though the man wasn’t excited enough.

Yeah, he needed to ask about that. Later, though. Still, he had things he needed to do.

He looked back into those strained golden-brown eyes, waiting and eager, so silent despite the screams of his body, and thought of all the things he could do to him.

“So. You’re the bad boy,”

Watchful if hungry eyes turned back to him and it was clearly keeping all of Crosshair’s willpower to stay passive on the floor. He’d known far too many like Crosshair, who used poor behaviour as a method to ask for attention rather than admitting the vulnerability of wanting it. It had its cons, it had its uses. Main thing was to deal with it correctly.

“Get up,” he said softly, almost barely there, but the menace was clear. There was a flicker in Crosshair’s eyes, someone considering whether to disobey already, before finally pushing himself up. The gag was definitely a nice touch, the hands behind his back, and Rex prowled around him as though studying livestock he was planning to buy.

Perhaps one day he’d speak to Tech and they could ‘inspect the troops’ in a manner that was completely non-protocol friendly, all latex gloves and probing and panting specimens, but that was for another day and significantly more props. For now he allowed himself the pleasure of simply running his fingertips over the tense muscles and along smooth flanks, watching how Crosshair adjusted to him as he stared forward.

One sharp smack on the ass to test his reflexes led to another, and another, the red mark from his hand blossoming almost immediately on the paler skin. No real response from Crosshair other than an initial grunt, and that wouldn’t do, that wouldn’t do at all.

“Legs wide,” he ordered. “Eyes forward,”

Oh, the reluctant grudging movement of someone who desperately wanted what was being asked for and yet unhappy about showing that. Rex waited until Crosshair’s thighs were wider before briskly slipping his hand between his legs from behind to squeeze his balls tightly, delighting in the soft grunted little noise as Crosshair pretended he didn’t care.

Oh, he cared. He cared a lot. His cock managed to get even harder and Rex could feel his thighs widened even further in an unspoken plea to continue. Breathing was becoming ragged, and Rex chuckled again as he released him, followed by another sharp smack on the ass, harder. A memory of how he’d punished Jesse one time flickered into his mind, bare ass over his lap, rosy red from a well deserved beating from being cheeky at the wrong time, over and over again until he was squirming and apologetic. And then, of course, he’d been fucked hard in that red raw ass of his and fuck, he was going to have to stop this before he came without even touching him.

Yeah, he had a ton of things he could do with him, but Echo’s reassurance of ‘they loved everything’ probably wasn’t enough pre-confirmation before doing it all.

Rex’s hand rested on the curve of Crosshair’s ass before slowly, deliberately, raking his nails hard down the warmth of the smacks he’d just inflicted as he pressed closer to his back.

“Oh, what I could do with you and a good cane,” he murmured in Crosshair’s ear and oh yeah, he could feel that little tremble and the way he bit the gag a little harder. But for now, slightly less ‘revenge’.

Well. A bit.

“Troopers,” Rex raised his voice and added a firmer snarl to his words as he stepped away from Crosshair and tried to lower his own heart rate. “Here,”

He gave them some leeway. After all, most of them needed to get their brains sucked back into their heads, let alone remember how their body parts moved. Echo all but fell off the table as soon as Tech moved back, and Hunter was scooped up by Wrecker to get him back safely on the floor.

Rex eyed them. Flushed, breathless, trembling, even Tech and Wrecker had the wild look in their eyes that suggested their bodies were well past teasing and almost to the edge of no return. They were young, eager and beautiful, a sheen of sweat across their golden bodies, and it was a damned fine look.

It was also so much like a buffet that Rex could feel his mouth watering just at the thought. Shame they only had a night, he could happily fuck them all until their ability to walk was in question.

Apparently for some they were already at that stage and if he didn’t do something quickly he was going to end up with some Batch shaped floor rugs.

“Hunter. Echo. Crosshair,” he snapped. “Knees.”

Both Hunter and Echo were on the floor immediately and gratefully, no issue at all, which was more than could be said for Crosshair who was watching the others carefully. He recognised that look in his eyes too. Kriff knew he himself had a similar expression all too often.

“Crosshair,”

Another small pause before Crosshair sank back down again.

“Wrecker, release his arms and refasten it in front of him. Good. Now, Wrecker, go lie on the bed on your back,”

And there was Wrecker, Crosshair’s direct opposite when it came to obedience. No questions, no dramas, and a happy grin flashed his way before Wrecker sat on the edge of the bed and flopped down as though performing a particularly unusual dive backwards into water. His cock was no less impressive when it wasn’t ploughing into his squad mates, and Rex had to remind himself to look away from the hefty cock straining upwards before his already keen mind invented more ideas.

For now, he had his plan. Humming with amusement, Rex hooked Crosshair’s gag with a finger and pulled him closer until the sniper had to readjust his balance to avoid falling over, a look of fury and curiosity as he scowled upwards.

“Now you, boy, will go straddle him. Understood?”

He hadn’t checked that Crosshair was fully prepped but the chances - or the odds, even - that Tech wouldn’t have worked the whole team was pretty damned low, and there was a particular gleam in Crosshair’s eyes that told him that objections weren’t likely to be coming from his direction either.

Or at least as a real objection for the task itself, anyway. The performance, however, was ongoing, and Crosshair looked toward Wrecker and then back again with a dismissive look that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a well pampered cat surveying rain. Rex almost laughed. Really? Bravery, foolishness or particularly kinky, which quite often merged the two anyway. Either way, the game was on, and Rex wasn’t planning to back down either.

His voice was soft, sweet and utterly dangerous. “You really want to test what would happen if you refuse?”

He tugged him forward again, so much that Crosshair had to lean back to avoid bumping into Rex’s twitching groin. There was another small sharp look upwards, but he knew that look all too well. Oh yeah, Fives used to have it on a regular basis whenever he’d got himself into hot water but really liked the temperature, and he guessed that was damned similar.

He stared into those calculating but playful eyes and the urge to discipline him and make him cry out was almost as strong as needing to get him fucked and fucked hard, that slim little body ravaged and exploited and taken, and Rex only realised his grin had taken on a wicked glint when even Crosshair looked careful.

A few moments of consideration longer before the sniper made his decision, slowly pushing himself up and headed toward the bed. Another dark lingering look over his shoulder at Rex - nice touch - before he crawled onto the bed and balanced himself over Wrecker’s hips, and Rex couldn’t look away. There was no overlooking Wrecker’s size, but even so the sight of him lining up to Crosshair only emphasised it more, and at least Hunter had been opened further by Tech before he took on this beast.

Not Crosshair. The bitten back groan as he began to sink down onto the thick length was the only indication that his tight hole was struggling to accommodate the size, and fuck, that was worth all the snide comments in the galaxy. Rex kept his head up and back straight, hand well aware from his own aching need as stubborn determination met up with thick, hard cock, and Tech was watching them keenly, one hand on his goggles as though that might improve his vision.

But even Crosshair’s determination had its limits, straining for a moment to get the wider part through with the softest grunt of effort. Wrecker’s hands didn’t move from his hips either, slowing his descent in such a familiar way that it was clear this was not the first time that Crosshair had been in this position, nor biting off more than he could chew.

Clear that nothing was going to stop him either as finally Crosshair’s hips began to move, small rocking movements that gradually gained speed and confidence as body slowly began to accept size, and Rex moved slightly to get a better view of that thick cock sliding into such a small body.

Tech cleared his throat to drag Rex’s fascinated gaze back on him.

“Do you want to step up the intensity?”

And what the kriff did that mean? Rex’s eyes narrowed carefully. “Doing what?”

The small smile was neat, pleased and faintly smug, an engineer poised to demonstrate an invention. “Allow me,”

He had to give it to the boys, they all seemed to be on the same page. Crossing to the bed, Tech positioned himself between Wrecker’s widened thighs and gently but firmly pushed an uncomplaining Crosshair’s upper torso toward Wrecker’s chest to raise his hips and ass a little more.

Realisation hit just as Tech positioned his cock against Crosshair’s already full body. Two cocks at once, and one of them significantly bigger? Rex winced internally but folded his arms and kept his expression as steady as it was likely to get as Tech pushed in deeper, Crosshair’s back arching in shock and sensation before relaxing down as he allowed Tech to move for all of them.

It was too crowded to see what was happening but his mind’s eye provided the detail that happily turned his body to a throbbing mess of need. The intense stretch from two cocks pulling him open. The friction against Wrecker’s cock from the heat of Cross’ body and Tech’s cock rubbing against his own. The overwhelming feeling of being so damned full, and Rex had to fight to stop himself going over there and joining in.

And he wasn’t the only one. His distraction had allowed Hunter and Echo to misbehave, wrapped around each other tightly as their mouths met over and over again and their hands slid possessively over each other’s bodies. If it didn’t look so damned good he’d have snapped at them immediately.

Still, disobedience was disobedience, and it was Hunter who first noticed Rex’s steady glare. Embrace froze immediately as though Rex might not see them if they were still, before Hunter swiftly slipped to one side like a snake slinking off to a safe underground lair and put on his best innocent expression.

Crosshair wasn’t the only one who really needed a decent spanking by the look of that.

Echo, at least, wasn’t planning to pretend Rex was an idiot.

“Sorry, sir,” Flushed and strained but at least he was apologetic, and clearly nominated as the Rex spokesman in the Batch. Such a shame that Rex could see through that as well, but that was good, that was fine, he needed to get back into Mr Bad Guy. The boys had merely provided an excuse to get their asses taken and he was more than willing to exploit that.

“No you aren’t,” Oh, the willpower needed to keep his voice stern and almost disinterested in the face of Echo’s excited but guilty look, the throb of interest beating so damned loud it was almost overpowering. His sharp gaze turned to Hunter, voice hardening even further. “You, up. Top of bed, put your hands on the mattress and bend over. Now.”

No arguments from Hunter but he was never expecting any, the sergeant moving into position swiftly and, Rex noted drily, positioning himself middle of the bed so bending over would position him remarkably close to Wrecker’s head. Optimism, wanting a better view, or did he really think Rex wouldn’t notice?

Or, perhaps, Hunter had considered what Rex might be interested in already, and that would earn him a few additional smacks if nothing else did.

Didn’t matter, in truth. The soft sounds and movements from the others were burning through him and the ache in his core drowned out any additional discipline that the Batch needed - oh, so desperately needed - and Rex turned his attention to the eagerly excited but clearly uncertain Echo.

“Get your head down and your ass up,” Rex snapped at a fascinated Hunter who seemed more interested in the moving human pile of limbs than what was happening with his own body, then turned back to Echo with a small gesture. “He’s all yours,”

Eyes widened in shock. “... what? Uh. Sir?”

Strange. He wouldn’t have thought that particular gesture was particularly hard to translate, but sometimes clear communication of desires was the best path and anything that got Echo moving quicker was a damned fine idea.

“I want you to go fuck him,” Rex said a little slower, a few added teeth to his words just in case that added to Echo’s desires. Hunter clearly had no objections; hands flat on the bed, ankles wide, bent over at a perfect angle to tempt, and Rex was half surprised he didn’t waggle his ass encouragingly.

Echo, on the other hand, was looking at him in nervous but excited shock. First time fucking the leader? Rex grinned to himself. Cute, but Echo needed to get his ass in gear. A hard slap on his backside made Echo jump and the order was repeated through another gesture.

“There a problem, soldier?”

“... no, sir,” Finally Echo grabbed hold of his courage and obeyed, positioning himself behind Hunter with his good hand resting lightly on slim hips, and Hunter bent over a little more to welcome him. In front of them the others were still working, a gentler if still brutal rhythm as Tech kissed a blissed out Crosshair’s neck from behind as his hips fucked him and Wrecker’s hands clawing the blanket as he bit his lip from not moving.

With Echo still not in him, Hunter provided different lips for Wrecker to bite and the offer was taken up immediately in a messy and not massively coordinated kiss. Unauthorised again, and Rex added Hunter’s name to the ‘Needed Strong Correction’ list.

The kiss faltered from Hunter’s side as Echo’s courage pushed on and in, and Hunter let out a soft groan to merge into the panting and growls of the others as he was breached once again. Good noises, good views, and there wasn’t anywhere that didn’t add to Rex’s throbbing need as he watched them in growing impatience and hunger. The dazed but determined look on Echo’s face as his hips grew sharper against Hunter’s. Tech’s intense scowl of concentration as he ploughed into Crosshair’s abused hole. Crosshair’s closed eyes, raised head and bitten lip as each thrust shuddered through him. Wrecker’s strained but happy expression, head tipped back on the mattress as he trembled through the onslaught.

Yeah. Definitely good views, and views that were turning his insides into demanding goo. Echo’s first few cautious thrusts slowly found strength and a quicker pace, until the soft slapping sounds of hips against thighs mingled with the activity from the other three. Well, Echo always had been a quick learner, and Hunter’s head lowered as the hips picked up speed, slamming into him again and again.

Rex waited until as long as he could hold out for, but he was no Jedi and no amount of mind tricks would help calm his beast from rising up.

Lost in his own world, Echo almost jumped out of his skin as Rex placed his hand on his shoulder and leaned against him.

“Get deep inside him then stop,” The soft dangerous growl was in Echo’s ear, almost a threat.

“...sir?” A small but hard smack on the hip answered that. “Yessir!”

Dazed but desperate to be obedient, Echo pushed in hard enough that Hunter almost bumped into Wrecker and then held his position, thighs trembling and his hand clenched on his brother’s hips so tightly it was though he was afraid Hunter would suddenly vanish on him. And oh, how beautiful was the shiver down Echo’s spine as Rex pressed close behind him, breathing in his unique scent mingling with the faint musk of sex that made the pleasures swirl harder in his core. A few small kisses down his neck made him whimper weakly, an offering that didn’t know whether he could stand upright for too long, and his fingers tightening on Hunter’s skin as though willing to tear him in two.

“Not too rough on him,” Rex breathed in Echo’s ear, and Hunter’s tensed back eased as fingers guilty calmed down a bit. “Hand, anyway. You can destroy his ass as much as you like,”

With caveats, but those were obvious as his cock nudged between Echo’s cheeks and felt that soft inward drawn breath as Echo prepared himself. Hunter’s skin took another bruising but the sergeant didn’t seem to mind, back to scattering kisses and attention desperately over Wrecker, and the vibration of Echo’s gasp travelled through Rex’s cock rather than his ears as Rex pushed into his tight welcoming heat.

He’d never get used to that. He never wanted to get used to that either, as Rex roped his arm around Echo’s waist tight and buried his teeth lightly in his shoulder and felt the private language of Echo’s body tremble through him once again.

No time to dwell, just to feel. Each thrust went deeper and deeper, the impacts rippling through into Sergeant-super-senses who had given up trying to kiss Wrecker and had slipped his hand between his legs to stroke himself. Good plan, and Echo clenched around him tighter in shock and pleasure as Rex began to do the same to him.

Echo was so close. More effort was needed to hold him up as his thighs trembled again, his breathing so ragged and broken that Rex briefly worried the man was going to pass out as he struggled to resist against the combined might of Rex’s touch and the tight warmth of a softly grunting Hunter. Not that Echo stood any chance at all, and as Echo rapidly pushed toward his own climax and the shuddering muscles clenched around him Rex suddenly realised he was in more trouble than he’d realised.

Cold shower, cold shower, think of -

“...fuck!” A whispered snarl against Echo’s shoulder but no amount of willpower was going to save him as he teetered between climb and fall, and the flashes of intense pleasure swept over him. Somewhere in the background he could hear Echo’s broken chuckle, and apparently certain ARC troopers had learned a little too well from their new squad mates but he didn’t care about that now, didn’t care about anything other than the warmth of the body he was ploughing into with such rough, shaky thrusts that Wrecker had an arm on Hunter to help hold him still, until that one, final thrust-

He barely remained upright as his release rushed through him, his legs barely remembering which way was up and his breath was strangled as Rex fought to keep his composure.

Fuck. Panting softly, Rex pulled out and slapped Echo’s ass once more - probably not hard enough either for that cheekiness - and quickly took stock of the room. Hunter’s arms had given out entirely and had essentially flumped onto an equally exhausted and happy Wrecker, who was gently kissing away his shivers. Crosshair and Tech had untangled themselves, the sniper having crawled onto the bed to cuddle Wrecker from the other side and a calm but flushed Tech cleaning up briefly before even he abandoned the cause to join them on the bed.

Finally, finally, the youngsters looked like they’d run out of energy. Rex added another smack on Echo’s ass - and that was far too addictive, as was Echo’s soft gasp of response - and growled at him as Echo sleepily glanced over his shoulder. “C’mon. You, bed,”

Echo stared at him for a moment as though he didn’t quite recognise him before a warm and obviously genuine smile beamed back at him. Bed didn’t happen immediately as their mouths met each others hard, drinking in the other desperately as Echo clung to him and Rex held him for all he was worth. That protective feeling was back again, a force of nature in its own right, and he hugged him tighter. Echo might be with the Batch but he was still his, and nothing was going to change that.

In the meantime they needed sleep, and Echo barely got on the edge of the bed before several different hands pulled him to the middle in a tangle of bodies and limbs, and it was increasingly hard to distinguish him from his new squad.

Rex smiled to himself. As it should be.

“Captain?” Echo’s question interrupted his thoughts. “You gonna come join?”

Well, he hadn’t really expected that. When was the last time he’d been in one of those? Far too long he reckoned, and where it looked cute with the kids it didn’t look right with a battered and grouchy Captain.

“Not sure a cuddle pile is my thing,”

Tech adjusted his goggles. “It’s statistically unlikely that it isn’t,”

Yeah, well, he didn’t want to study the odds, it was embarrassing enough as it was.

“Look, boys, I can leave you to it-,”

“Sir,” Echo held out his hand. “Please,”

Rex folded his arms but even his reliable stubborn pose wasn’t going to help him now, already aware of the others watching. But Echo’s expression was pleading and .. well, he could never ignore that.

Echo was his, and he was Echo’s, and that was never going to change.

Still, he was getting the best pillows. Rank had to count for something, even in the middle of a damned cuddle pile.

END