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Trial by Fire	By : Jade_Max Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Clone Wars Views: 15246 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: An apology to all the fans of this story; life's kicked me in the teeth the last 5 years, but we're back on track and looking to get this done.
Without further ado, the long-anticipated Chapter 11!
Chapter 11
Traxis had a detailed update for Blaze on the condition of the men within the transport by their fourth hour of hyperspace.
While he didn't enjoy the task, it had given him time to reflect on the fact that Coric could have easily packed him away on a transport like this one instead of trying to save him. Be it because there weren't any others to try and save, or that the medic was simply too stubborn to have let another of Torrent company go after such crushing losses, Traxis found he had a new appreciation for what Coric had done for him.
Despite his own personal issues with the medic currently, Traxis owed the man far more than he'd understood.
Handing the updated list of conditions, along with recovery expectancy estimates and a cost/benefit ratio that the medics had assigned to each of the men to indicate if their recovery was worth the effort - a report that left a sour taste in Traxis' mouth - left him at loose ends again.
Blaze accepted the datapad with a nod, reading through the contents with a critical eye before tucking the device away. "Good work."
"Thank you - Blaze."
The time away from the Flame Trooper Corporal had also given Traxis a chance to re-think a few things.
Blaze's orders for starters. Ridiculous though it was, having been ordered to use Blaze’s name when they were alone, or only with the Flametroopers, was reasonable. He and Blaze, while different ranks, had moved beyond the typical relationship most clones shared. They were... intimate, lovers; for him to call Blaze 'sir' when they were alone might have been reflex, but it was also, to his way of thinking, inappropriate. Blaze had given him leave to use his name and Traxis would do so.
The Corporal's comment about dropping things was another thought that had run through his mind over the course of his brief assignment. Not so much the order, but what it would likely entail, knowing Blaze. The idea of being ordered to drop anything for Blaze was a little novel and as arousing as it was alluring. Privately, Traxis was able to admit to himself that he hoped Blaze would follow up on that promise.
"Much better." Blaze's praise brought his thoughts back to the here and now. "Keep it up and I'll have to give the Captain a favorable report."
"Within reason, I hope."
Blaze's grin was almost cheeky. "Haven't you ever heard the phrase 'kiss and tell'?"
Trepidation welled within Traxis but he tramped it down. Blaze had already made it clear he wouldn't share and Traxis was just fine with that. "I thought it was don't ask, don't tell."
"Actually, it's 'don't kiss and tell'," there was a smirk on Blaze's lips now. "I just wanted to see you squirm."
"Figures."
"Loosen up, Trax," Blaze admonished. "We're practically alone on a run cadets could complete blindfolded."
The way Blaze said it irked him. "Practically alone? Blaze, there are thirty one injured brothers, two pilots and a couple of medics aside from us on this transport. That's hardly what I'd call alone."
"Thirty one brothers who're headed for a medical facility where at least six of them will never emerge. The twenty five others will never be combat ready in their current states and each of those men require a minimum of six weeks for recovery. If the lot don't get reconditioned, that leaves you and me, the pilots in the cockpit, and preoccupied medics doing their best to make the final hours these men have more comfortable."
"I could have been one of these men if Coric hadn't made the choice he did!" Traxis hadn't meant to say it aloud, but saying it made it all the more real, and Blaze's blasé outlook on the men and their circumstances rubbed him the wrong way. "If Coric hadn't decided to care for me himself, I would have been!"
"I'll be sure to thank the Sergeant when we return to the Resolute. I would have hated to miss out on your company."
"My point," Traxis stressed, deliberately working to control his irritation so Blaze wouldn't brush him off, "is that these men are still men. They still count, Blaze. They deserve the same respect that any other brother has earned after being on the battlefield. We aren't alone and should act accordingly."
"Men who return to the field after suffering an injury deserve respect, Traxis," Blaze deliberately traced a line on his own face, making Traxis flush as it followed a mirror image of his scars, "the men who were too slow to duck or more, or who are too weak to recover, deserve nothing but what they get."
A punch below the belt would have been less shocking. "Blaze-"
"We're done discussing this, trooper. These men will be delivered to whatever their fate is and we will return to the Resolute where we belong. Dismissed."
Smarting from the dismissal, Traxis clicked his heels together with a tight salute and spun, quickly walking away from the man whose opinions clashed so wildly with his own.
His scar itched and he rubbed it with the heel of his hand, feeling every inch as if it had occurred just yesterday. He could easily have been one of those troopers; shouldn't that have changed Blaze's mind? Shouldn't the fact that they'd come so close to never having met made some kind of impact?
Their relationship was all still too new, too raw for him to make much sense of it.
The hell with Blaze's opinion. He might not think the men lying in the transport deserved his respect, but Traxis did. Heading for the area, he decided to check in with the Medics and see if there was any way he could help. It was only right he do what he could for these brothers the way that Coric had done everything he could for him.
Blaze watched Traxis go with a frown. He was getting opinionated; that didn't normally happen so quickly. Damaged as he'd been, Traxis' opinion on injured clones didn't much surprise Blaze, but just because he liked to fuck the other man, didn't mean Blaze was going to change his own opinion on such a simple issue.
Traxis would have to be brought around to see that an injured brother who bore his scars proudly was more deserving of respect than one who'd been through fire and failed to overcome it. Like shinies who were killed before getting a name or the first time they set foot on a battlefield - unlamented losses. Of course, there were bound to be lost opportunities there too, but how could you miss what you never knew existed?
His time on the Resolute had shown him several brothers who would have been susceptible to his methods, but none as vulnerable as Traxis. Not that it would stop him from cultivating other interests on the side, but Traxis was his primary focus. This little slip of defiance was a good sign, for all he found it irritating; it meant more chances for fun and games - for him. Traxis couldn't be expected to share all of his opinions but Blaze would be the first to say he'd better, eventually, share the majority of them.
Eventually.
It hadn't been a week and he'd learned a great deal about who Traxis had been and the man his injuries had made him, not to mention the easiest way to manipulate him. He wouldn't apologize for his harsh opinion, but he'd be able, with careful maneuvering, to coerce a logical agreement from Traxis. And if he did it while he had the other trooper bent over his bunk begging for release? All the better.
First things first, though, he had a job to do. Once that was over and sack time rolled around, he could play.
Turning to the data that Traxis had so industriously collected, Blaze began to skim through the ranks and numbers, noting that the ranks all had 'Pending' next to them. Implying, he knew, that the rank would be revoked if the Trooper couldn't return to active duty. No clone nick names adorned the list, nothing to personalize the dead weights in the main body of the transport. Nothing to humanize them.
A Kaminoian trick, perhaps, but a good one. He'd learned early on not to get attached to any brother outside his squad. Attachments could be used against you. Manipulated. Better to be the manipulator than the manipulated.
When sack time did roll around, Traxis was still smarting from Blaze's earlier opinion. In a petty show of defiance, Traxis didn't bother returning to their shared billet. Not the most mature way to handle their argument perhaps, but when Traxis had asked the medics in all sincerity where he could help, they'd promptly put him to work.
He changed the bandages and rewrapped stumps of limbs and rolled spinal injured clones from their backs to their sides. He spoon fed a brother who'd lost both hands and eyes in what had to have been a horrific accident. Mostly, though, Traxis spoke with the wounded.
Those who could see, eyed his wound and immediately he could see the hope rise in their eyes. Gruff though he was, Traxis couldn't bring himself to kill it. For some of them, it was all they had left and there was a chance, a slim chance, that the medics where they were headed would act on the same initiative that Coric had with him.
It was here, in the mass ward, where Traxis spent his day.
The grateful medics were able to get the odd breather and, one joked, finally catch a meal. Lingering, it was inevitable that Blaze found Traxis in the mass ward just after curfew, sitting on the edge of Snapper's bunk.
Snapper, a Marine turned pilot, had crash landed a LAART/i and, while saving the occupants of the ship, managed to sever his spine and break both legs. The severed spine had him slated for transport back to Kamino, and Traxis marveled at this brother's acceptance of that fact.
"If it had gone down any other way, Traxis, I don't think I'd be so calm. My Jedi survived. My brothers, except Goober - who was aptly named by the way - survived and walked out of there to capture their mission objective." Snapper bent down to lift one leg a little, his hands around the thigh, just above the knee, before doing the same with the other. "I may not have died in the field, but I did the job I was supposed to."
"Even if it did end your career." Both Traxis and Snapper turned their heads in surprise at the sharp interruption. "Sacrificing yourself might be noble in theory," Blaze continued with a disapproving frown, "but only if you actually sacrifice yourself."
"Sir-"
"It's passed lights out, Trooper," Blaze's tone was no nonsense and hard as his attention and gaze turned back to Traxis, "and you are violating protocol."
"Sir," Traxis ventured again, "we're in hyperspace. I hardly think-"
"If we get attacked and boarded, who is going to defend these men, Traxis?"
Traxis was on his feet in a heartbeat, well understanding that tone. He snapped to attention, staring just over Blaze's shoulder as the Corporal continued.
"If you're too tired because you were jawing all night with the injured, men you say deserve a second chance, who is going to give them that second chance if they're dead?"
Traxis' jaw muscles flexed. When Blaze didn't continue, he realized the other man was waiting for an answer. "No one, sir."
"That's right. It's passed standard lights out, Trooper. We'll discuss your demerits," Traxis' gaze snapped to Blaze's only to find a glitter of anticipation completely undetectable in his voice, "without this audience."
There was a pause before Blaze nodded to the Snapper and then looked back to Traxis. "Five minutes."
Blaze was around the corner and out of ear shot before Traxis' posture eased and Snapper whistled. "You've got a strict one for your commanding officer, Traxis."
No, he wanted to say, well aware that Blaze had every intention of not only discussing his 'demerits' in private, but having Traxis work them off there too. Part of him was looking forward to that part of it even as an unexpected apprehension about being put on report hit him. He didn’t get demerits.
Snapper continued before Traxis could think of a diplomatic answer. "He's got a point though. I appreciate the company today, but you'd better not to keep the Corporal waiting. You'll only make it harder."
Traxis was sure his face flushed, or the beginnings of one had started, when his ears began to burn. "I'll see you in the morning, Snapper."
Heading back to the room he was sharing with Blaze, Traxis entered without knocking only to pause on the threshold. Blaze was already there, his kit neatly piled on one of the footlockers, standing with a disapproving look, his hands folded behind his back, every inch a formal senior officer. Or he would have been if it hadn't been for the magnificent erection jutting out proudly before his naked form. Traxis swallowed hard, his fingers already itching to wrap around the swollen shaft.
"Close the door, Traxis," Blaze told him evenly, "unless you want your new friends to hear you begging for-"
Traxis quickly stepped all the way in and shut the door behind him.
"- a less than permanent mark on your record." Blaze smirked. "And what, Trooper, did you think I was going to say. Nothing inappropriate, correct?"
Staring at the other man, Traxis wondered if he was always like this or if he'd perhaps misread the situation. How, he wasn't sure. Blaze was kriffing naked, sporting a fantastically engorged erection and looked like he wanted to tear Traxis' armor off. Traxis swallowed and tried for a neutral response. "You stated our demerit discussion would be private, sir."
"What?"
"Blaze," amended Traxis quickly as the flametrooper put his hands on his hips, drawing Traxis' gaze back down. Fekking hell. His mouth was watering just staring at the other naked man.
"Slip one." Blaze pointed to his stiff tool. "Drop and give me twenty."
"Yes, Blaze!" Traxis dropped to his knees before Blaze, making to pull off his gloves.
"Did I tell you to disrobe, Trooper?"
Pausing in the middle of pulling his fingers loose within the gauntlets, Traxis looked up. "They’ll chafe."
"Yes or no."
"No, sir."
"Slip two. Make it forty."
Traxis nodded once before taking the tumescent length before him in hand.
"Forty lashes," Blaze ordered sternly. "Long lashes, from base to tip - with your tongue."
No wasting any more breath for words, Traxis' nostrils flared, he was already incredibly hard behind his own codpiece, but wishing he could feel the flesh under his fingertips. Even as Traxis moved to obey and take the purple, throbbing tip between his lips, Blaze shifted, his knees bending and taking him to sit on the edge of the bunk. It was an easier angle for Traxis and he wasn't about to pass it up. Feasting, he opened his lips and wrapped them around the bulbous tip of Blaze's penis, sucking it deeply into his mouth. Blaze's hand moved to the back of his head, the encouragements, which - in previous encounters - had sounded like recommendations, now rang as true orders.
"Tighten your throat. Lashes, Trooper, not lengths! More Tongue! There - one! Again - two. Three. Four - deeper damm- uhh!"
Blaze groaned as Traxis worked his cock as directed, using his tongue as a kind of internal whip along the underside of the engorged length from root to tip.
Sucking Blaze off while in full uniform and being ordered to do so was almost enough to get himself to the point of release. Blaze counted off the strokes, berating him and praising him at alternative intervals for half-hearted effort and a job well done. As he reached forty strokes, Traxis’ tongue sliding counterpoint to his mouth as he sucked Blaze's cock to the back if his throat, Blaze suddenly growled and thrust him away.
Hands grasped Traxis' shoulders as he was hauled to his feet and thrown across the bunk where Blaze had just been sitting, face first. His hands shot out to brace himself before his head collided with the wall, and even as he did, the air touched his skin as Blaze practically tore his armor and stocking from his ass.
Traxis let out a grunt as one hand slammed none too gently into the middle of his shoulder blades, pressing him down, only to feel the tip of Blaze's dripping cock at his sphincter. It was barely a moment before Blaze thrust forward but it was enough for Traxis to command his body to relax and accept the invasion.
Blaze hammered him, thrusting back and forward with abandon, using his shoulder for leverage as his cock pistoned in and out of Traxis' anus with deliberate, intimate intent. His own cock, still stuck behind his codpiece, his body begging for the touch and release Blaze was headed for, Traxis was forced to hold onto the bunk lest he be plowed into the wall.
"Call me sir again, Traxis," Blaze dared, panting, as his grip shifting to the gap between armor and neck on the back. "Do it and we'll have to discuss another way I can thrash you."
"If this is a thrashing," Traxis groaned as he was forced down a little ways more, Blaze's cock both a pleasure and pain. "I should call you sir more often."
A hard slap to his ass was Blaze's response. "You sure you want to - ah!"
Blaze suddenly surged forward… and stopped. He was quivering, still stretching Traxis' insides almost painfully, but he hadn't spent himself.
Traxis clenched his muscles and tried to move and received another slap for his efforts, Blaze exerting an unheard of amount of strength to hold him in place. “Hold still, Trooper.” Another slap for a second, unintentional clench and Traxis groaned.
"Blaze-"
"Call me sir," he taunted shakily, slightly gasping. "See what happens."
"With all due respect," Traxis felt his own muscles begin to quake as he struggled to hold himself still, "officers are fekking demanding , sir."
Blaze withdrew the moment the word left his lips, but kept him pinned to the bed, using his weight to press Traxis fully down from his four point posture. Blaze's hand replaced his cock, sliding forward to cup Traxis' partially exposed and very swollen, tight balls. "If you go off before I give the order," Blaze told him hoarsely, "you'll be sucking my cock to clean it off before I bend you over the other bunk to finish this."
Traxis clenched his jaw as Blaze's calloused hand roughly fondled him, forcing himself to try and ignore just how good being touched felt for fear of the consequence.
Blaze's lips touched his ear. "You're ready to pop, huh, Trax," teeth latched none too gently onto his lobe. "So tight and ready to expel all that pent up tension. You don’t even need as much as a breath of air right now, do you?"
"Blaze-" he practically gasped the other man's name, trying to take the pressure off the armored pieces at his waist, feeling the surge of heat as it coiled low in his belly. A sure sign he was near release.
"Beg me."
"Order me," Traxis begged, not caring if that was what Blaze had in mind. "Order me to come!"
Blaze's chuckle was broken as his hand suddenly withdrew and his cock was back, sliding into Traxis' body with minimal resistance. "After ten thrusts, Trax. Not a moment sooner."
"Ten-" Traxis almost swallowed the word but gave a jerky nod, sweat sliding down his cheek to the bedding. "If you'll last that long, sir."
Blaze slapped his ass, withdrawing on a sharp jerk only to slam him back to the bunk.
Ten.
A short jerky series of three, each followed by a smack to the ass, as Blaze seemed to be near his own release, were nine, eight and seven.
Six and five were like the first and then Blaze stopped again, still buried to the hilt, and Traxis swallowed a whimper. His body was screaming for surcease, tighter than it had ever been, a wound spring ready to pop. Blaze slid out with agonizing slowness - four! - before pushing back in the same way.
"Are you counting like a good Trooper, Trax?" Blaze's voice was shaking almost as much as his hands as he did it again.
"Three!"
"Wrong, Trooper."
"Counting d-down, si-ah !"
Blaze jerked his hips. "And counting up?"
Traxis was almost blind with intent and it took a moment for him to translate the two remaining to eight strokes. "E-eight. Fekking hell, Blaze, I-"
"Wasn't told to speak," Blaze snapped, slapping his ass, this time the sensitive skin at the base of the cheeks before reaching down and under to grip Traxis' scrotum even as Blaze completed the next to last thrust. "One more Trax - can you last?"
A sharp, jerking movement of Blaze's wrist and fingers and Traxis was tasting blood. He was going to-
Then the final surge as Blaze withdrew and pressed forward on a grunt and a cry, lodging himself so deeply within Traxis' body, it was like having the pulsating, spitting cock in his throat. So warm it was almost scalding, the jetting, spurting and uncontrollable twitching of Blaze's release propelled him beyond and over the precipice of control. Traxis let out a hoarse shout and spilled himself within his body suit and codpiece, the edges of his vision darkening for a fraction of a minute.
When he came to, it was to find Blaze on the other bunk, watching him with a smug smile and the wet, sticky sensation of his own juices in the front of his bodysuit.
"Endurance is something we'll work on later."
"Fekking officers." Traxis rolled to his back, the creek of plastoid against plastoid and the stiffness of his movements counterpointed an almost immediate need to sleep as oozing wetness welled from between his butt cheeks.
Blaze's smirk was all smugness and more. "Out of your armor, Trooper."
"Now?” he needed a minute to catch his breath and wasn’t really thinking as he said it. “You can't be serious."
The smirk died and Blaze sat up sharply. "Did that sound like a request?"
Tilting his head, Traxis stared at the other man, unable to believe he was capable of conscious, clear thought when his own were beyond coherency. Blaze, however, looked as he always did when giving an order.
"Out of it, Trax. All of it. Now."
No way out of it. Blaze was going to make him strip. Traxis managed to lift one arm and began on the clasps of his vambraces and gauntlets, using the time it took to remove them as a chance to gather his strength. By the time he was pulling off his chest plate, he was able to sit up, still lightheaded.
"On your feet, Trooper."
Somehow, he did it, swaying a little. Shucking his armor, Traxis stacked it neatly for morning before peeling off the bodysuit. It hit the floor with a slightly wet splat.
"Attention!"
The response was so ingrained Traxis reacted before he could think about it.
"I said attention, Trooper," Blaze's feet hit the deck and he frowned, looking straight at Traxis' crotch. "That means all of you."
Blaze couldn't be serious. "Again?"
A frown was his answer as Traxis considered how he could possibly regroup, before Blaze stepped close, his hand closing about Traxis' cock and balls with a squeeze. "In the morning maybe," Blaze allowed with a wink. "That was pretty intense."
Traxis' body would have agreed moments ago, before Blaze had touched him, but now that he had the stimuli, the reaction was almost inevitable.
"Or not."
It was over an hour before they retired for the night.
It wasn't until the next morning that Traxis considered what Blaze had done. Blaze had known how to remove the buttocks plating and lower part of his suit without causing permanent damage and he'd done it quickly enough to give Traxis pause. Where had Blaze learned it?
When confronted, Blaze had simply smirked and replied. "Seeing as how I'm your first Trax, take it from me when I say that there's nothing quite so fulfilling as a post battle fuck. Getting off while fully armored and not being overt about it has its advantages. One of these days I'll fuck you like that just so you get the thrill."
Privately, Traxis was certain he'd never be comfortable with the scenario.
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