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Star Wars Kink Meme Round #1
Rules For Everyone:
- YKINMKATO (Your kink is not my kink, and that's okay.) No kinkshaming or wank/flames/y'know generally being a dick.
- All Star Wars films and related media are welcome. You can go as obscure as you want.
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[FILL] Untitled Part 2; Obi-Wan, Gangbang
(Anonymous) 2016-10-06 06:18 am (UTC)(link)* * *
Ahsoka hadn't been pleased to give up her private room on the officer's deck for a bunk in the communal barracks, but she'd relented when Anakin pointed out exactly how well sound carried in “this floating tin can and no one needs to hear Obi-Wan baying like a bantha in season.” Given that her bedroom shared a wall with Obi-Wan's, she had her bag packed in record time.
Too bad she couldn't take an A-Wing over to The Negotiator to commandeer Obi-Wan's own empty cabin. With the older general out of commission Anakin was in charge of both battalions and he wanted her close at hand. His words exactly, and Ahsoka had groaned at the pun. Why did her master have such an awful sense of humor? Was there a secret class knights took before taking padawans? At least Obi-Wan didn't use so many puns, though his wit was dry enough to peel paint.
“Is he going to be okay?” Ahsoka asked as Anakin typed a requisitions form for medical supplies into a datapad.
“Sure, Snips. He's just not going to be in any position to lead an army for a few days. Lots of other positions, if he's lucky.”
“I really, really didn't need that visual, Master.”
No matter the time of day the trooper barracks were always busy except in the middle of a battle. Clones saluted as they passed and a few gave curious looks at the sight of Ahsoka with a pillow under one arm.
“Commander Cody! Just the man I was looking for,” Anakin called down the hall as a clone in distinctive striped armor was about to enter a lift. “Ahsoka, you go on ahead. I need to speak with the commander.” Leaving his padawan to find her new bed, Anakin jogged to catch up with the clone.
“General Skywalker.” Cody saluted, helmet tucked under the other arm. “I was just about to report to the bridge. Captain Rex told me about what happened planetside. Good to see you've recovered from the incurable deadly toxin.”
“Just another day in the life of the Hero With No Fear.” Anakin grinned as they stepped into the lift.
“And how is The Negotiator?”
“That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about.”
Before Cody could ask, Anakin's carefree manner turned stern as the lift door closed. He pinned Cody with a measuring look.
“First, you need to know this is not an official mission. Everything I am about to tell you is off the record.”
“Sir?”
“What do you know about the Hin'leth?”
Old databank modules came to the forefront of his mind. “Extinct humanoid species that was able to create genetically viable hybrids with most other humanoids. Approximately eighteen percent of the total Republic near-human population had Hin'leth lineage according to the most recent census,” he quoted.
“So if I said someone onboard was a Hin'leth orenth in heat? You would know what that meant?”
“Uh.” If Cody had been a droid he would have glitched. Sex-crazed aureks, orenth heats, and shapeshifting besh bits were about as common a theme in porn as the Twi'lek dancer. It was something straight out of a fantasy, but not one that anyone expected to ever come true. “Yes, sir.”
The lift opened onto the medical deck and Anakin strode forward, expecting to be followed. Clues falling into place, Cody followed close at heel, leaning in to speak quietly even though no one else was around.
“Sir, before you say any more, there's something you should know. Jango Fett was an aurek. It's part of what made him such a good bounty hunter: he could track his targets by scent. The Kaminoans switched off a lot of the Hin'leth DNA when they modified us so we wouldn't be aggressive or territorial, but we still have some of the traits. I can't guarantee how any of us would respond to General Kenobi.”
Anakin raised his scarred eyebrow. “Who said the orenth is General Kenobi?”
Because it can't be a clone. Because if it was someone in the navy you wouldn't be asking me. Because I can smell him on you, thought Cody, but said none of that. “Because if it was Commander Tano you'd have my balls in your mech hand while you ordered me to stay far, far away from her.”
Anakin laughed as they entered the medbay. “That is very true.”
A medical droid rolled up. “General Skywalker, your order is currently being processed.”
“Give it to Commander Cody when it's ready, TB-8. He'll be making a house call.”
Cody rolled his eyes. “Will I be 'playing doctor' too?”
“That's entirely up to you and Obi-Wan, but if you do I don't want to hear about it. Doctor patient confidentiality, you know.”
And despite the joking way he said it, Cody could tell the Jedi was entirely serious. Anakin really was asking Cody to—what exactly? Put Obi-Wan out of his misery with his penis? Orenth or not, Cody just couldn't picture his cool and collected general letting his biology turn him into the star of a holoporno. No doubt Obi-Wan wanted privacy, not an aurek delivered to his door like a service animal, though something greedy inside Cody grew hot at the thought of what that service would entail. Clones were designed to serve and obey their Jedi, after all.
“So the general survived the poisoning, but now you're more worried about his...” How to put it delicately? Cody was in the army, he didn't have an compunction about telling it like it is, but it felt wrong discussing the prim and proper Jedi using the kind of language he'd heard in the barracks that time the Hin'leth holomag went around. Obi-Wan didn't deserve to be talked about like some broodmare. “...Hin'leth health issues?”
“Funny story, but one kind of led to the other?” Anakin shrugged. “Force purging the poison also flushed out all of his hormone suppressants. And everything else, now that I think of it. Kriff, I bet we both need our annual inoculations again! It would be just his luck to come down with Dantari flu or something right after his cycle. At least his birth control is an implant, so no worries there Commander.” He winked at Cody as if the clone hadn't caught the hint. Sometimes, Cody though, it was beyond belief that the Jedi Order's most famous diplomat could have a raised someone with all the subtlety of a boot to the head.
Thankfully, the medical droid returned with a box before Anakin could say anything else mortifying. “Do you require anything else, sirs?”
“That's it for now, TB-8, but keep that order on file to be filled again in 12 hours. Commander, your mission is to deliver these supplies to cabin 2 on the officer's deck, after which you are officially off duty for the next three rotations. How you spend that time is your own business. Coincidentally, Obi-Wan will also be off duty on medical leave, and I'm sure he'd love a visit from a friend,” Anakin said with a knowing look to the clone. He walked past the saluting clone, but paused in front of the door.
“And Cody? If you hurt him, I'll rip your balls off.” He wiggled his durasteel fingers in a little wave as the door slid shut behind him with a hydraulic hiss.
TB-8 nudged him with the box. “Should General Skywalker injure you the damage can be repaired with a 92% success rate if surgery is performed within 12 hours of traumatic amputation.”
“Thanks, that makes me feel much better,” Cody grumbled, but droids weren't known for catching sarcasm. Hefting the surprisingly heavy box, he made his way to the officer's deck. Exiting the lift he wondered what constituted medical supplies for an orenth in heat. Wine and trashy holomags? Curious, he lifted box's lid to sneak a peak, but saw nothing more salacious that a pack of flavored electrolyte water.
Arriving at Obi-Wan's door, he nudged the comm button with his elbow. “General Kenobi? It's Commander Cody. General Skywalker sent me up.” There was no reply, which he half expected, but he had the access code to the cabin. Juggling his load, he freed a hand long enough to tap in the override.
Inside the living area was empty but for the muffled sounds and scents that escaped from the bedroom. Long dormant aurek instincts reared their head and Cody abruptly realized he was breathing through his mouth, tasting the air like an animal. The tantalizing scent that had faintly lingered on Anakin was stronger here, but Cody knew it would be even stronger the closer he got to Obi-Wan, close enough to lean in and press his face to the source—
The thought was enough to stop him in his tracks as the full impact of what was happening hit him.
Obi-Wan was an orenth in heat. Cody, however modified he may be, was still an aurek. There were only so many ways this could play out and most of them involved sex.
Unlike most of the clones, Cody had experienced sex before. A lucky combination of leave time and friendly natives had led to an eye-opening first experience with a woman. Over a bottle of cheap liquor a commercial pilot taught him how to give a blowjob. Out of respect for the chain of command he'd never broken regs to fool around with a brother, afraid that his rank would lead to an unintentional abuse of authority, though he turned a blind eye to the brothers who found comfort in each other. The Jedi were at the other end of the spectrum, too powerful, too chaste, and so far out of a clone's league it was almost absurd.
Yet here Cody was, about to help General Kenobi through his heat as a personal favor to General Skywalker. Most likely that help would take the form of wild, filthy sex. The universe was a strange place.
He had barely crossed the threshold before he was hit with a wave of sensory input that made him stumble and lean against the doorframe for support.
Obi-Wan was kneeling naked on the bed, back bowed so far forward his hair brushed the pillows. His legs were folded under him, but spread to made room for his frantically moving hands. Cody couldn't see what he was doing, but the way his muscular arms jerked and the wet, slapping noises he made set Cody's imagination aflame.
The air in the room was hot, stuffy despite the ventilation, as sweet and heavy as syrup. What he'd smelled before was nothing compared to this, rising from Obi-Wan skin like steam and permeating the air with a mouth watering flavor. He smelled good enough to eat, and Cody imagined shoving Obi-Wan's hands out of the way to bury his face there instead. The lean lines of his naked back drew the eye to his bouncing rear and Cody wanted to be right there behind him were he could see everything. Reach everything.
The box from medical fell from limp fingers, contents spilling across the deck, and Obi-Wan's head shot up.
Obi-Wan's face couldn't get any redder than it already was, but the way he scrambled to cover himself betrayed his shock and embarrassment. Hunched forward to hide his lap he pulled a blanket close with damp fingers that glistened in the harsh artificial light, drawing Cody's gaze like a magnet.
“Explain yourself, Commander.” The order would have held more weight if Obi-Wan hadn't sounded so delightfully out of breath.
“General Skywalker informed me of your...situation, sir. He requested I assist you.” Bending down, he gathered up the supplies that had scattered across the floor when he dropped the box. Nothing had broken, but Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow when Cody picked up a tube unglamorously labeled “surgical lubricant” in bold letters.
“And how far does your assistance extend, Commander?” Obi-Wan asked dryly. Or tried too, but there was something low and hungry in his tone that left Cody lightheaded as blood rushed south.
“Just Cody, sir. I'm off the clock right now.”
“Is that so?”
Obi-Wan let the blanket drop.
The first thing Cody thought was wet. Obi-Wan was slick from belly to thigh, clear fluid smeared across his skin and creating a dark patch on the sheets under his shins. It made the pinkness of his flushed skin stand out all the more, highlighting every curve and angle for Cody's greedy eyes. A light dusting of red chest hair thickened past his navel into a next of dark, damp curls from which jutted a short, plump cock. Strangely he has no scrotum, though Cody supposed that made sense if Obi-Wan was an orenth. Instead there was a seam of flesh just barely visible from where Cody was standing. Without thinking he moved closer, dropping to his knees next to the bed so he could look his fill.
The next thought: gorgeous, because the orenth looked better than any dirty pinup Cody had ever drooled over.
Obi-Wan's pose was relaxed, but there was a tenseness in his frame like a hunter waiting for prey to take the bait. His hands were curled over his spread knees, putting everything he had to offer on display. Cody drank in the sight of Obi-Wan's wet and willing body, hard cock and soft cunt just waiting for attention.
“In that case, 'just Cody'...” The sound of his name spoken in that way snapped Cody's attention up to Obi-Wan's face as fast as a blast bolt. “Would you care to assist me in a more personal manner?”
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A/N: How are we over 5000 words in and still not at the porn? At least I have Obi-Wan and a clone in the same room now. I tend not to write in lineal order, instead jumping around the narrative as I get ideas so I already have some of the porn written, but I got stuck writing Anakin's and Cody's dialogue for some reason? Who gets writer's block writing dialogue for porn??
Re: [FILL] Untitled Part 2; Obi-Wan, Gangbang
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