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The roar of the explosion tore through the air like thunder, followed by the bright fire, blossoming high above the ground.
It hungrily lapped at the walls of the building, and Kallus couldn't help but smile like a madman.
It was beautiful.
The chaos, the troopers in white armor running around in panic like startled Loth-cats, the officers trying to outscream the overwhelming noise of blaring sirens.
"That's a fine mess," Zeb's voice rumbled right next to him, as the Lasat leaned over so Kallus could hear him.
He was close enough Kallus would brush against one of his ears if he turned his head to look at the man.
"Think it would be enough?" Zeb asked, looking down at the imperial base beneath them.
"What, you still want to play?"
"You know me," Garazeb chuckled darkly.
Kallus hummed, making a mental countdown.
"I feel like we have to indulge you," he said after a moment. "Don't think it was enough time for things to get done on the other end. Besides, that guy looks like he knows what he's doing."
"Which guy?"
"The officer without the hat. Mousy hair, lithe, hell of a lungs on him," he described quickly.
"Ah. Yeah, I think I can hear him from here."
"The guy regains control too fast for my liking," Kallus said. "Let's kriff up his day."
After Atollon, after Thrawn figured out his true allegiance, Kallus couldn't use his skill set for stealth missions and gathering information anymore, his face too widely known.
The Empire of course didn't openly admit he was a defector; they've simply created a whole new identity for him, an entire false life made of crime, prison and piracy.
Quite an ingenious idea to be honest, with a proper paper trail and even a set of frozen accounts in existence.
What Kallus could do was continuing the fun, criminal ways of his made-up self, so he concentrated on doing just that;
While Draven's people were stealthing away after the real goal he was trying to get as much attention as possible.
From brawling in a bar, through leading small units of rebel drop-troops to exploding a fuel storage.
Like right now.
They've crept up towards the base, the chaos covering their approach as well as the terrain around it.
It wasn't a big place, no impossible walls on their way, just a pit-stop located on a planet that had the dubious luck of being placed right by a hyperspace lane.
Still, the imperial base was like an open wound. A chunk of forest torn off, round chunks of meaty wood and thick, wide leaves slowly rotting away, thrown to the side like trash.
It was growing still, spreading like an infection of cement, metal and plasteel.
Well, currently it was also somewhat on fire, but the hatless officer was making good progress.
"Is it just me or someone really taped a fire extinguisher to that probe droid?"
"And I can't believe it's working so well," Kallus shook his head. "How are you on explosives?"
"Sabine gave me a sweet care package," Garazeb grinned in response. "What do you need blown up?"
"I just need some chaos," Kallus smiled. "While I go off and play the pirate."
Garazeb shook his head.
"You love that way too much!"
“What can I say?” he shrugged softly, his expression taking a slightly manic turn. “The Empire is great at creating their own worst enemy.”
Kallus slid down the rocks and then marched forward, straight towards the front gates of the outpost, because he was an absolute maniac at times.
And fuck, he did look the part. His Captain jacket replaced with a ragged coat, hair loose and wild-
Zeb shook his head.
This was not the time to appreciate the pirate cosplay.
He waited, a small launcher in hand, loaded with Sabine's colorful special, up until the moment Kallus g r e e t e d the Imps, hands open wide and strong voice carrying over the chaos around.
Then - a quick shot, one on either side of that glorious bastard.
The world exploded in a mass of colors around Kallus. Purple and orange, green and deep blue, the smoke hugged the man almost tenderly, obscuring him from the view.
Zeb couldn't help but grin at the sight, before he jumped up, climbing the steep rocks, circling around the outpost.
A shot now and then, just to remind the Imps they were under the siege.
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As the smoke surrounded him, Kallus took to the ground running.
He knew better than to stand in place, even if taunting these poor idiots was entertaining.
Someone at some point would remember to open fire.
Kallus ducked between the buildings, taking sharp corners.
He knew where he wasn't supposed to go, but that didn't change the fact that he could use the given opportunity to do some... pirating.
Localizing the weapon depot was childsplay.
Getting in? Not that challenging either.
"Oh, hello there!" Kallus grinned viciously, showing a trooper into a wall and then slamming his head into the hard surface before the man even realized what was going on.
He pulled out a narrow vibroblade out of the sheath on his belt and shoved it into the wall panel, short circuiting it.
Another stab, this time between the sheets of plasteel and he could pry the doors open.
A strong push and he was inside, loading the pockets with blaster charges as he walked through the rows of shelves and weapon racks.
Kallus couldn't fit the weapons themselves, but the charges alone were going to be useful enough.
And the stun batons. These were going to fit with the pirate cloak just fine.
As for what wasn't going to fit in his pockets...
Zeb wasn't the only one who received a party gift from a Mandalorian.
A home-cooked thermal detonator and a whole lot of Imperial grade weapons. Sounded like quite the fireworks, Kallus decided.
"Step away!" "Hands where I see them!"
"But of course," Kallus smiled almost sweetly, stepping to the side so the trooper could see the numbers counting down.
"What the-!" the trooper gasped.
Kallus didn't wait for the man to finish the sentence. He rushed forward, ramming into him shoulder first, enough force behind his movement alone to throw the man out of the doors.
The trooper hit the ground with a pained gasp.
Not waiting for the man to pick himself up - or for anyone else to show up - Kallus also left the building, stepped over the downed man and headed towards the next big building.
The hangar bay.
It looked like a relatively new addition to the base, still under construction.
Interesting, Kallus noted, ducking behind the crates with building materials. It meant that the Empire had some sort of a plan toward this backwater planet and the Empire planning was never a good thing.
Not his job to think, Kallus closed his eyes for a short moment. His task was to create chaos and get the attention of himself and it worked wonderfully.
The attention was very much on him, considering the sheer number of troopers appearing in the area, slowly surrounding his hiding place, blasters up and pointed.
It started to look troublesome.
Luckily for him, the half-built hangar bay already served its purpose and hosted several ships. Nothing big, but against the ground troops even an old model of a Tie-Fighter would have a considerable amount of fire power.
Kallus just needed to get to it before anyone else and blow up the rest.
Shame there wasn’t anything with a big kick to it, just basic Fighters and Shuttles. He missed ships with turbolasers.
The soldiers were getting close, but the stun batons felt comfortable in his hands, eager to get field tested.
Kallus risked taking a little peek, just to map out where exactly the enemies were.
"You're surrounded!" someone shouted. "Come with your hands up!"
“Sure thing,” he smirked and jumped from behind his cover, rushing straight at the two troopers unlucky enough to be nearest one of the Tie-Fighters.
Kallus slid between them with arms open, his batons buzzing with electricity and slamming into the flesh with force.
“Nice,” he hummed, dashing past the downed men and behind the ship. He was definitely keeping these things to himself.
With the corner of his eye, Kallus saw Garazeb.
The Lasat jumped down, right in the middle of a group of poor, unexpecting soldiers.
Zeb grabbed one in his powerful hands and threw him right into the other troopers. They fell like domino pieces.
“Damn,” Kallus sighed and swallowed, pushing the absolutely irrational spark of jealousy to the back of his head.
This was not the time for discovering new things about oneself, it was the time for blowing up the base’s hangar bay before someone figured out that they could enter a Tie-Fighter and fight the invading forces from the air and with brutal efficiency of blaster cannons.
And he couldn’t even blow up every one of them, because there were only so many explosives he could carry.
That and the fact Zeb was the one who’s supposed to deal with the fueling station.
"Glimmer One, we’re done here,” the communicator buzzed in his ear. “Proceed to the pick-up location!”
Kallus narrowed his eyes, looking at the perfectly fine shuttle sitting there, plasteel scrubbed to the point it was shiny.
“Negative,” he replied. “We have our own ride out of here. Glimmer out.”
Draven was not going to be happy about that, but then again, the man was never happy.
Also, yet another imperial shuttle to the growing collection.
Zeb, the glorious, brilliant man he was, understood what Kallus was planning even without any words.
He moved with purpose, shooting and bashing heads, strong legs carrying him from cover to cover in single jumps.
In any different circumstances Kallus would simply stop to admire the man, the absolutely feral grin of his face and the predatory grace.
But with most of the attention on Garazeb, Kallus had to use the chance to actually get them the ride out of here.
Whoever ran the base wasn't a complete idiot, because the shuttle was closed shut. Nothing that couldn't be resolved with a short moment of slicing - and not with a knife this time - but it still ate up the precious time.
The moment the doors shifted open Kallus ran towards the pilot seat, trusting - knowing - that Garazeb will keep the enemies at bay, while he hurriedly punched in the override codes and pulled the ship up into the air.
“The ramp!” he shouted a warning, fingers still running all sorts of commands, not bothering to even sit down.
"I know!" Garazeb shouted back.
Kallus could hear the blaster shots hitting the surface of the ship, the screams, the throaty roar of the Lasat as the man fought to keep the shuttle safe up until the ramp closed.
Trying not to think too hard, to not imagine what was going on back there, Kallus did his best to keep the ship in the air and to get them into orbit, while the nav computer was doing its best to chew through calculating the hyperspace route.
Then. Then there was a dull, familiar humm of the ship cutting through the space like a knife, as the starlight stretched into tangled, brilliant-blue threads.
Kallus let go of the breath he didn't know he was holding and he closed eyes, just for a short moment.
"That was some nice work," Garazeb's voice rumbled in the small cockpit as the Lasat entered the room.
He was still breathing heavily, his tight suit doing nothing to hide the obscenely muscular chest.
This was not the time to stop and admire, definitely not the time to recall how easily he picked up grown men like they weighed nothing.
There were things to do, reasonable and logical things, but the tight outfit was making it impossible to tear his eyes away.
"There's some tracking device or something, right?" Garazeb asked, narrowing his eyes. "We should deal with it."
"It can wait," Kallus hummed, stepping away from the console.
It really shouldn’t but the temptation of getting close, of digging his fingers into the short, thick fur was too strong to fight against.
There were only two steps between him and Garazeb.
Two steps and Kallus could feel the heat radiating from the man.
He still smelled like smoke and electric fire, short fur ruffled and the strip pattern criss-crossed with sooth.
Absolutely stunning, with wide shoulders taking almost all the space between the pilot seats, towering over Kallus like a mountain.
The urge - the need - to drop on his knees in worship was absolutely overwhelming, so Alex did exactly that.
"Shit, that's hot-" Garazeb groaned, looking down, pupils widening as Alex found the well-disguited zipper.
His hips twitched as the zipper was pulled down and the cool air brushed against bare flesh.
The sensation was quickly followed by warmth of breath and then-
He couldn't help but groan loudly, as Alex eagerly, hungrily took him into his mouth.
The hot, wet sensation of tongue moving was absolutely overwhelming.
Alex bobbed his head a little, his lips hugging the length tightly, with each movement daring to take more and in.
Zeb cursed again, grabbing at the pilot seat, claving against the fabric as his legs shook and threatening to drop him onto knees as Alex's cheeks hollowed.
And shit didn't he look amazing like that, with his hair messed and tangled, a silvery trail of saliva going down his chin and staining the shirt under the dark cloak.
Zeb couldn't help but marvel at how the blond hair looked in his hand, tangling around his fingers, how smooth they felt.
He didn't even know when he put one of his hands on the back of his lover's head, but it felt absolutely right.
Alex seemed to approve too, a deep throaty humm being a proof of it.
And fuck, it was almost too much. He could feel it, all of it; the rumble, the muscle almost vibrating against his entire length, the tightening of the throat when Zeb couldn't help himself but pushed further.
Hips moving on their own, Zeb fucked into the hot, willing mouth, fingers tangled in golden hair, keeping Alex still.
And he was soo good at it, taking him in, mouth twisting in a smile before Alex fully relaxed into it, one hand stoll gripping at the fabric of Zeb's clothes, the other reaching down, sliding towards his own spreaded legs.
Zeb grunted, because Stars, he just wanted to keep feeling those warm, wet mouth until the galaxy blackened and withered away, but at the same time-
So many different things he wanted to do to Alex while he was wearing that cloak.
Alex whined when he stopped, breath ragged and face flushed, with saliva dripping down his chin.
"Why-?" he asked, voice hoarse and pupils blown with lust as he looked up.
"No touching," Zeb growled, pulling the man up. "Not allowed today."
Alex gasped, unsteady on his legs and allowing himself to be manhandled, arms obediently raising and wrapping around Zeb's neck, fingers digging into his shoulders, scratching with desperation.
He leaned in further, until their bodies touched, grinding shamelessly against Zeb's tight.
"Cheater," he chuckled. That was some idea for the future, to just let Alex pleasure himself like this, or with his hand, spread open in the most obscene way.
But not now, now he wouldn't be able to withstand the sight alone. All he wanted to do now, all he could think about was picking Alex up, pulling his pants down just enough and then ramming into him.
"Garazeb," Alex breathed out, almost whining. "I need... please."
And he was done for, brain short circuiting on these few words.
Alex so turned on he struggled to form a coherent sentence.
Alex begging, fingers still desperately digging into his back, hands moving up and down like he was trying to draw a whole new pattern of stripes, still moving desperately, obscenely against his tight.
Hot breath brushed against his ear, quickly followed by an even hotter mouth as Alex first nibbed at the lobe and then gave him an even more enthusiastic lick.
It was all like a dream come true, something unreal and implausible.
Zeb kind of hoped it would come true at some point, enough that he was carrying around a small tube in his pocket.
But right now digging in his pocket was much, much less interesting than tasting the skin on the pale neck, kissing the line of the pulse, breathing in the intoxicating smell.
Alex moved one of his hands across the shoulder all the way to the front, sliding down the chest, thumb brushing against the nipple and then moving up again, the force behind strong enough that Zeb knew he was doing it on purpose.
Even through the layer of clothes, it was a lot, almost too much.
Zeb felt raw and hypersensitive, skin several times too small, hips shaking to follow Alex's movement in search for some - any - relief.
Zeb reached further down under the coat, hand gripping at the tight, appetizing ass, kneading the yelding flesh.
It also prevented Alex from moving, made him whine again, loud.
"I'm going to kriff you so hard," Zeb growled into the hot neck, the pulse jumping under his lips like a panicked butterfly.
He let go of his ass and gripped the fabric instead, pulling it down as much as he could with Alex pretty much sitting on his tight.
Reaching into his pocket and pulling the small tube, popping the cap open and squeezing the lube took a short moment. It also felt like an absolute eternity.
"My hero," Alex chuckled, rubbing his face against the fur on Zeb's neck. "Always prepared."
The lube was already warm with his body heat and it took barely a moment to spread it on his cock.
Alex pushed his own pants further down and then Zeb picked him up with ease.
Zeb marveled at his lover. So trusting, so eager, legs already wrapped around his hips, hands hugging his shoulders tightly.
So turned on too, dick hard and hot against Zeb’s stomach, leaving wet traces of precum on the fur.
"Yes, please!" Alex whispered hoarsely.
Zeb pushed him down and grunted as his cock met the hot, yelding flesh, entering the tight hole as Alex rained kisses on his face.
"You're astonishing," Zeb gasped, pushing his lover further down.
"Good," Alex breathed out. "Like this! I need-"
"I know," Zeb whispered right back and shifted him up again, enjoying the muscles tightening around him. Then he pushed Alex down on his dick again, fucking into that lovely body.
It felt heavenly, hot and tight and perfect. Alex was making absolutely lovely noises, cursing and gasping and demanding more and faster, while the pack of the ragged coat hung in the air, batting against the pilot seats and the floor.
His legs tightened against Zeb and he looked absolutely amazing throwing his head backwards, baring his neck for the bites once more, the stream of words coming from his mouth less and less coherent.
And oh, Zeb wanted to fuck all of these out of him, to leave nothing but throaty moans and screams, fingers digging into the muscled legs.
He could feel the fabric give in a few places, breaking under his nails.
The pang of pain pushed Alex right over the edge. His whole body arched backwards as he came, ass deliciously spasmed around Zeb.
He kept moving, fucking him through the orgasm.
It was slow, tender, full of kisses on the forehead and cheeks, the nose and those red, swollen mouths, while Alex was barely able to hold onto him, limbs suddenly loose and relaxed.
"You good?" Zeb asked.
Alex blinked a few times, eyes glassy and dark with lust.
There was a sweat on his face, traveling down the cheekbones, disappearing into his beard, gluing the strands of golden hair flat to his face.
"Yeah," he replied after a moment, words finally registering with him. "I'm good. I-ah. Finish? In me?"
"You sure?"
Alex hummed in confirmation, mouth spreading in a satisfied smile.
"Shift?" Zeb proposed.
"Do what you want to me," his lover agreed, relaxing his grip around Zeb's neck even further.
Zeb let him slide off completely, almost whining when the cold air touched his cock.
He led Alex the whole two steps to the control panel of the ship and turned him around, pushing him against the cool, plasteel surface.
Alex chuckled as Zeb threw the back of the coat to the side.
"Pirates are really doing it for you?" he asked, blocking the console.
Clever, accidentally dropping the ship out of hyperspace due to sex would be very idiotic of them.
"It's the cloak," Zeb replied, squeezing the bottocks, enjoying the sight of the pale skin and freckles, bared just for him. "You need to see yourself, this is so-"
Suddenly it was impossible to wait any longer, the whole body hurting with the instilled need.
Zeb buried his cock in the willing, well-fucked flesh with ease and Alex mewled softly, still hypersensitive from the orgasm.
Holding him down with one hand, Zeb quickly picked up the pace.
His other hand pushed the tights open a little bit further and then reached for the prize.
Another whine followed, as his fingers fondled softly the scrotum, enjoying the sensation of hair surrounding the delicate flesh.
Alex was getting louder again, body tightening around his cock, as Zeb petted him without mercy, ramming into that sweet body without mercy, chasing his own pleasure.
The dick in his hand grew hard again and Alex shuddered and pleaded underneath him, breath uneven and heavy.
Zeb could see the reflection of them in the front window, himself ramming mercilessly in the body underneath him and Alex, spread wide for him.
Hair in an absolute disarray now, completely drenched, face red and wet with sweat and tears and absolutely ecstatic.
He came, the sight too much for him to handle, movement turning erratic, as he kept fucking, kept petting Alex to drag him with him into another orgasm.
The deep, throaty scream, the eyes wide-open, the wet-hot sensation on his fingers felt even more than coming inside the man.
They slid off onto the floor, unable to stay up, the strength gone from their limbs, breathing alone becoming a difficult challenge.
"Kriff," Alex coughed and wiped his face with the back of his shaky hand. "Kriff. That was-"
"Yeah," Zeb agreed.
"You really do like that cloak."
"Uh-huh."
"I can... I can work with that."
"You sure do."
"Since we didn't get the transmitter off," Kallus continued, a few words at a time since labored breathing was making words difficult. "Like sane people would... There will be some more jumps. In the near future. So."
"I like that," Zeb nodded. "I really like that."
But now, still crossing the first hyperspace lane, they could just sit here for a moment, regain their breath and senses, as the universe passed them by, whirling in the odd spectacle of light and shadows behind the window.