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Chapter 2 - Summer
"Eventually we had to abandon digging the trenches as darkness fell," Anakin told the viewers as he grinned into the vid screen. His hair and face were mud splattered but he looked as if he'd escaped the worst of it. "And of course with the men and Obi-Wan covered in muck, they had to hit the showers. Since I know you'll pass this along to the right group, my love, I'm setting it up now to record on a pan and scan of the shower hall. I admit it; I need one too - but I'll send that later on a separate vid."
“Ew, Skyguy; too much information!”
The vid shifted as Anakin placed the camera in a strategically killer spot to catch video of the whole. The shower room was empty for the moment, the building one of the few that was erected at the camps, and all were identical. Barely a minute passed before the sound of the doors opening drew the viewers forward.
"Is it wrong to anticipate watching naked, muddy men wash each other?"
There were a chorus of "No"s and "Of course not"s to answer Barriss' question and the young Jedi fell silent as more noise sounded on the vid.
"Release me immediately!"
"Uh oh."
"Shh!"
There was the sound of a struggle before Obi-Wan was dragged into the frame, glowering darkly at the clones who'd trussed him up with his arms behind his back. His boots were missing, the only piece of clothing left intact on the Jedi Master being his pants. He was covered from head to toe in the black muck they'd been working on outside and a black streak marred the floor wherever they dragged him.
Fives moved in from the side, his kama slightly skewed but his most distinguishing mark since he was as coated as Obi-Wan and flicked a knife open in one hand. "Relax General," he admonished, stepping close to kneel next to the trussed up Jedi. "We'll have you free in a minute."
"What, no; bad Fives!"
"Yeah, leave Obi-Wan trussed up!"
Before the objections could get too vocal, the vid continued to run and Fives, with a wicked smirk, bent down and paused. "Kix?"
The medic stepped into the frame, accepting the knife Fives offered him.
"Just what do you think you are doing?"
"Wouldn't want to damage anything important General," Fives tossed back with a wink. "I can think of a lady or two who would threaten to castrate me should you come to any harm."
The chorus of vehement female agreements drew more laughter.
“It’s not a laughing matter; the man wields his weapon like a pro!”
Kix, ever efficient, knelt next to Obi-Wan. "This won't take but a moment; try not to move, General."
"What are you-?"
There was a cry of excitement from the viewers as Kix wielded the knife with precision, divesting Obi-Wan of the rest of his clothing and leaving him bound.
"Now that is how one wields a knife," Kura murmured appreciatively.
"Indeed," agreed Karyn. "I think Travis and I might have to employ Kix."
"Two medics and a Marine?" Ahsoka's brow furrowed. "Overkill, isn't it?"
"Hey, some men are just higher maintenance!"
The strips of Obi-Wan's torn and ragged pants fell away as Fives tugged him backwards, leaving him a mud covered mess from the waist up and a blazing near-white from the waist down to his ankles. Splatters of mud dripped across his thighs and waist, the black streaks framing the semi-hard state of his arousal. That state, however, despite the fact the Jedi was surrounded by nothing but male clones, seemed to be increasing.
Mari let out a yelp. "Since when does Obi-Wan like to be tied up? I," she glanced at Aala, "we should be taking notes, woman!"
"Oh, I knew that," Aala murmured abstractedly, completely absorbed by the scene on the screen. "He likes to tie me up too."
Kali reached over to pause the vid. "You know, it strikes me that the two of you haven't explored his wilder side."
"Not everyone is as adventurous as you, Master," Ahsoka returned mildly. "Some of us only need one man."
"Ah, ah, Padawan," Kali admonished teasingly. "Need is such a... rough word. Want; desire; yearn or burn for; curiosity - haven't you ever wondered how it would feel to be between two of Rex?"
Ahsoka blinked and then, to the amazement of everyone, started repeating the words like a mantra. "Two of Rex... Two of Rex...Two. Of. Rex."
"You broke her," Kura admonished dryly. "Now she'll be useless for whatever comes next."
"She'll get over it," Kali assured the doctor, "give her a minute."
Aala and Mari were both staring at the paused vid of the now-naked Obi-Wan with near identical expressions and Karyn reached over to start the vid again, drawing an immediate protest.
"Hey!"
"We were - oh my!"
Obi-Wan was being hauled to his feet by the clones and, as the women watched, doused in water. Trax and Korbin, as of yet unseen, stepped into the frame both as naked as the General and, much to the delight of the women, began sluicing water down over the Jedi's body. Korbin's hands followed the rivulets, sliding over Kenobi's chest, tracing the outlines of the muscles and down over pectorals and then abdominals as his finger tips flicked the worst of the mud away.
Trax, behind the General, could be seen lathering something between his hands before he slid soapy hands into the General's hair and began to scrub.
"I'm perfectly capable of giving myself a shower-"
"Don't worry General," Korbin assured him. "We'll take good care of you, won't we Trax?"
The other clone nodded; a man of few words, he said nothing as he continued his task.
"Mmm; Obi-Wan sandwich!"
"Uh, Kali?"
"Yes?"
"Shouldn't that be two women and Obi-Wan?"
The Jedi shrugged. "It's an Obi-Wan sandwich; who am I to complain?"
Obi-Wan sputtered as his head was placed directly under the spray, rinsing free the lather and dousing his muddy body. Korbin used the suds that slid downwards to his advantage and began kneading the soap into the Jedi's muscles, stroking him like a big feline.
"Men, I'm flattered, but I would really prefer-"
"Don't worry General," Trax asserted finally, using both hands to scrub the Jedi's beard from behind with efficient movements and cutting off his objection. "You're just like one of my guns. We'll make sure you're clean enough to shoot straight and holster smoothly."
"Wait - what?"
"Is Trax hitting on Master Kenobi?"
Kali shrugged, her gaze sliding away from the vid at the right center of the screen as other clones began to filter in around the trussed up Jedi and his handlers and the three shower heads that doused them with water.
"Kali?"
"Shh," she offered in return, her eyes glued to the naked Stonewall who had stepped into a shower almost right beside Kenobi, Trax and Korbin, his hands on the wall, his face tilted towards the spray, water sluicing down his back and over his buttocks, across powerful flanks and taking with it the mud his men had dragged him through. "Occupied."
Silence fell as more of the clones stepped into the showers, the ranking officers seeming to have pulled that rank to ensure first dibs on the clean facilities. There were eleven showers including the center pillar where Korbin and Trax worked at scrubbing Master Kenobi. Korbin, his skin a muddy brown from where the water had caused the mud to run, had found a pair of loofah gloves and was in the process of rubbing down the Jedi's chest and abdomen and, to the surprise of the unseen viewers, Obi-Wan’s obvious excitement didn’t appear to have diminished.
Rex -
“What? No shovel wielding Rex? What a joke!”
- Cody, Edge, Fives, Echo, Whisky and Maki - making his first appearance - ducked under the last of the eleven shower heads. Most turned their backs on the display at the right center of the room, giving Kenobi's garbled half-hearted objections no heed as they tended to their own needs.
Around the small circular space in clockwise order were Fives on the left at seven o'clock, Echo at Eight on an inside stream, nine o'clock held Whisky and ten Edge. The eleven slot was Cody and twelve, also on the inside stream, was Maki. Rex and then Stonewall at one and two respectively, with Trax Obi-Wan and Korbin in the three through five slots with the jets all pointed towards the center.
Fives watched unabashedly, curiosity and amusement plainly visible on his features as he ducked his head under the spray and scrubbed his scalp viciously. He didn't take his gaze from the trio to his right, mischief lighting his visage.
"Oh oh"
"Oh goody!"
"I know that look!"
"Echo."
"A little busy here, Fives." Echo's response was muffled, his eyes closed under the spray as he scrubbed his scalp for second time. His back muscles rippled as he turned to present it to his brother, dousing his head once more. Ever meticulous, Echo started at the top of his grimy body and worked his way down.
"When you're done, would you scrub my back?"
Echo sighed and nodded, tilting his head to scrub again. "If I don't you'll just whine. But you’re doing mine in return."
Fives’s response was to step close to Echo and slide his hands along the muscled back of his brother.
Beyond them, Cody was scrubbing his groin, carefully holding his fully erect and hard shaft in his left hand as he cleaned it meticulously and with careful strokes. The intensity at which he took to the task, the supreme concentration -and lack of self consciousness around his brothers - was the same with which he undertook any personal grooming task.
Barriss sighed. "Why can't I be there?"
"I know," agreed Mari. "I'd scrub him down and then some!"
"Oh yeah..." Barriss' agreement was dreamy. "Cody sandwich..."
Rex and Maki, not quite as muddy as the rest of the commanding officers, were already rinsing the last of the soap away, their hands sliding over their muscular bodies with purpose and deliberate intent when a cry from the lower right corner of the screen drew everyone's attention, both clone in the vid and women watching.
Trax was holding Kenobi upright as Korbin carefully scrubbed the Jedi's upper thighs. On his knees and left with Kenobi's bobbing semi-hard cock, he glanced up almost pleadingly.
"No."
"YES!" Three women cried in tandem, urging Korbin to do what he so looked like he longed to.
"But General," Korbin protested. "How else can I be certain you're clean?"
"Look?" The dry way it was said held a tension that was clearly visible to everyone, spectator or participant.
"Boo!"
"I thought you said he was adventurous, Kali."
That didn’t stop Korbin from wrapping one loofah encased hand around Obi-Wan’s shaft and, holding him steady as the Jedi’s eyes closed, his hips jerking away, pulled the other loofah off with his teeth and dropped it to the side before using deliberate strokes of his hands to wipe away the muddy water and residue from the rest of his shower. Obi-Wan’s muffled moan accompanied Kalinda’s reply.
"Kali's not here right now," came an almost automated response. "She's in the shower with Stone."
"No, she wishes she was the - holy mother of-!
"We can't put that in the calendar!"
"Just pretend I'm Aala or Mari or Kali, General," Korbin offered with a grin. "Though I'm willing to bet they can't take you like I can." Obi-Wan let out a strangled groan of partial denial and partial reluctant anticipation as Korbin's mouth opened wide, his head angled to settle over-
The vid went dead.
What?!"
"Hey put it back!"
"I was watching that!"
Aala held the remote up and backed away as Cass, Mari and Sheresh all voiced their objections. "I'm not letting you watch my poor Obi-Wan get abused like this!"
"What?" Kali blinked, shaking her head and finally seemed to come back to reality. "What'd I'd miss?"
"Korbin was about to go down on Obi-Wan and Aala pulled the tape."
"What? Why?" Perplexed, Kali responded to Nadeh's petulant explanation. "It's not like he hasn't had it done before."
"What?!"
Eight sets of eyes all turned her way and Kali recoiled just a little at the unexpected response.
"You've been holding out on us," Sheresh chided. "Details?"
"Yes, when did Obi-Wan do this?"
"I... don't think he'd want me revealing that, Mari," hedged Kalinda, realizing what she'd inadvertently let slip while still semi daydreaming.
Mari came half out of her seat. "If you want Aala to put that tape back-"
"If Aala puts the tape back," retorted the Jedi with a sudden smug smile, "all any of you will get is an eye full; though probably not as much as Korbin."
"What, he doesn't swallow?" Kura sounded insulted. "What kind of man is he?"
"And here I was hoping to learn something," Ahsoka sounded dejected enough to draw everyone's gazes away from Kalinda.
"Escaped the two Rex scenario, did you?" Sheresh grinned. "I wondered how long it would take."
"A little oral recreation not in your repertoire, little one?" Karyn inquired with a shake of her head. "Poor Rex."
"Smart Rex," Ahsoka returned, barring her sharp, pointed predator's teeth at the other woman before heaving a sigh. "I wouldn't want to slip and make him completely useless."
"I hear ya, Ahsoka," Nadeh reached out to grasp the younger woman on the shoulder with gruff empathy, her own slightly pointed teeth visible. "Not something I'd wish on Jir either."
"I don't suppose you'd let me borrow Rex-"
"No!"
Karyn held her hands up with a grin. "Just thought to erase the knowledge gap in his education."
"Travis would never forgive you."
"I could play with them at the same time," Karyn assured Behri. "I think it'd be fun."
"I thought this was about Obi-Wan and Korbin."
"It is, Cass," Kali assured her, drawing them back onto topic. "Aala, play the vid."
"No."
"Then skip to the part where Obi-Wan slumps to the ground from ecstasy so we can watch the rest of the yummy naked men!"
"But-"
"No buts," Sheresh's tone turned imperious as she pushed to her feet and stepped towards the other woman. "You've been outvoted; hand over the remote."
"No."
"Aala," Kali's tone turned soothing. "Obi-Wan's obviously never shared you with another man. Trust me; it may not be his preference, but if he put up a resistance, it's only a token one."
Aala hit something on the remote and the vid resumed; but was no longer Korbin and Trax with Obi-Wan. The trio was gone, along with Rex, Maki, Edge and Cody and a split screen vid appeared to showcase the goings on in the barracks as the men exited the showers to be replaced by others.
In the showers, Milo, Crest, Boil, Travis, Jir, Jesse and Baffel had grouped together under a series of four shower heads and were having a water fight, sliding along the floor that was slick with muddy water and dragging each other nude to the floor.
Fascinated as the boys rough housed under the spray, the girls watched as Milo jumped on Crest's back, driving him into Baffle. Baffle, unbalanced, grabbed Jir as he stumbled, his hand closing around one firm muscular buttock. Surprised, Jir lumbered into Boil who extended both hands to catch himself on the wall and pinned Jesse to the slick surface.
"Gee Boil, this is all so... so sudden."
"Oh Jesse."
"Your boys are awful close, Kali; something you're not telling us?"
"Hush - naked Maki!"
On the split screen, a very naked Maki, hanging down for all to see, had a towel in hand, twisted and ready for release. His bare feet made no sound as he edged up on two clones who were bent over near identical bunks. One of the clones, Echo, straightened and disappeared, slanting a look at Maki before shaking his head and heading for his own bunk across the room. Trax and Korbin were on clean up duty at the far end of the bunkhouse with toothbrushes - Cody's special punishment - and Obi-Wan was nowhere in sight. The vid, obviously also a remote capture, shook for a moment before -
"Rex; look out!"
SNAP
Rex let out a curse in Mando'a as he spun-
"I didn't know they knew that one."
"Rex's vocabulary is very extensive."
"Shh!"
- a red welt already beginning to rise on his backside which disappeared in the vid as he turned, he teeth barred. "Maki."
"Rex."
"Haven't you anyone better to harass?"
"They're all either still dirty or in the showers." Slinging the towel about his shoulders and unconscious of his naked state, Maki eyed the piece of clothing in Rex's hands; aside from still being a little muddy, it looked more disreputable than before. "Problems?"
"Something in the mud is eating at the fabrics that were caught in it. I've asked Echo to take a look."
"Have Weave help him," suggested Stonewall as he emerged from the showers rubbing his towel over his head. "He's good at that kind of thing."
"Payback?"
"Giving him something he likes to do?" Stonewall shook his head, moving towards his bunk. "Hardly."
Maki, unable to resist, whipped the towel off his neck and snapped it at Stonewall. Stonewall whirled, his own towel snapping out to strike the other Captain with precision and leaving a welt across his chest. Both men looked at one another and then nodded once, Stonewall going back to rubbing his head as he turned back to his bunk.
"This isn't the Kaminoian boot camp," Rex chided them sternly, reaching into the locker at the foot of his bunk and pulling out a fresh pair of fatigues. "And there's a more serious issue here."
"Relax, old man," admonished Fives as he entered the barracks, running a towel across his chest. "One issue at a time."
"You have something else, Fives?"
"Just one." He approached and, at optimal distance, his towel whipped towards Rex. "You need to lighten up!"
Rex turned a bare heartbeat before the assault, the towel that had been lying on his bunk whipping out to intercept the missile. The towels tangled together, wrapping tightly on the ends and when Fives tried to pull it away, Rex tugged his to tighten the impromptu knot.
"Hey; no crossing swords!"
"Not even if it would end the war, Fives."
Sheresh shot Ahsoka a look of sympathy at Rex's dry, emphatic retort. "You don't know what you're missing, honey."
"Ahsoka's loss," Fives said at the same time. "What'd Trax and Korbin do with the General anyway?"
"Which one?"
"The one they were toying with in the shower?"
Rex pulled his fatigues on, much to Ahsoka's dismay, before turning to answer. "Maki and I left before they were done."
"Which is why you two were hanging around in the buff?"
Rex threw the partially muddy sock at Fives, Fives' reflexes saving him from taking it in the face. "We were looking at this; something in the mud is breaking down the fabric."
"So that's where Echo disappeared to."
"Stonewall suggested Weave be sent to assist him when he's done."
Edge appeared with Travis and Cody, the men once again in new fatigues as Maki turned to dress himself and Kura threw chips at the screen. "Boo! Bring back nakedness! More naked Maki!"
"More naked Rex!"
"Naked Cody!"
"Naked Obi-Wan!"
"Naked Edge!"
“Wait – naked Edge?”
Eight sets of eyes turned towards Cass and she grinned. "My boys are my boys... what?"
"All at the same time?"
Cass colored. "Sheresh!"
"Hmm, interesting; not a no."
"But not a yes either," pointed out Karyn.
Unable to hear their unseen audience, the men paid them little heed but the women weren't listening; their focus had been usurped by Cass' intriguing comment.
"Just what is it you do with all those nummy men all to yourself on Haruu?" Karyn's tone was suggestive. "I can think of all sorts of things."
"Clean their deeces?" The tongue in cheek offering came from Nadeh. "Or perhaps lube their holsters?"
"Like Korbin was going to do to Obi-Wan?"
"I'd clean Obi-Wan's deece any day of the week"
"Do Jedi have deeces?"
"Jedi have lightsabers," Aala informed Cass primly. "I have it on good authority."
"Who's - Master Kenobi's?"
"He's been around more than your Master."
"Just shows Skyguy's the steady one; who knew?"
"Hey!" Mari and Aala exchanged looks. "I think she just insulted us."
"If you don't know, I did it right," Ahsoka replied cheekily, stiking her tongue out as she turned her attention back to the vid. "Aww; the boys are done in the shower."
Sure enough, the cut screen showed that the last of the clones had finished and Trax and Korbin were now within scrubbing it down on their hands and knees. Alone, the men worked in tandem for a moment. Trax’s concentration appeared to be complete before he reached out to run one hand firmly down Korbin’s flank. Korbin turned into the caress, Trax’s hand ending up on his crotch.
"Or... maybe not."
Still focused on his chore, Trax’s fingers closed about Korbin’s already hard shaft, running expertly and firmly up and down, using the water still present in the showers for lubrication.
As if it were a signal, Korbin let out a hiss, abandoning his attempts at finishing the chore, and Trax turned towards the other clone. Korbin’s hands slid down his brother’s chest, tweaking his nipples and tracing the contours of the heavy musculature. His hands slid to Trax’s waist and grasped his erection in one hand, the other cupping his balls with care.
Manually stimulating one another, the shifted position, Trax reaching behind Korbin with one hand to activate the shower as the men were suddenly inundated by water. Using their grasp on one another, the men shifted, turning, their lips coming together with deliberate and forceful intent, hands caught between them in the mutually masturbatory position and one of the women with their eyes glued to the screen, whistled.
The interlude lasted for several minutes with the men giving no quarter and taking no prisoners, Trax's free hand reaching around to finger his brother's anus and gaining the upper hand as Korbin shuddered in his embrace. The additional stimuli, the charged encounter, was enough and Korbin let out a strangled groan as he ejaculated across Trax's stomach and hand.
"Oh... my!"
"Should we be watching this?"
There was a brief pause to give Korbin a chance to recover, Trax washing him clean with surprising care before taking charge once more. Trax turned Korbin, taking him by the hand and leading him towards the hidden recorder and near the wall. The angle of the shot caught the gleam in Trax’s eye and the anticipation in Korbin’s as the men disappeared off camera.
"It's a shame Trax doesn't swing my way," Sheresh lamented. "I do love a man who knows when to take charge."
"He'd pin you if you asked real nice," Kali offered. "But he'd probably rather play with your partner."
"Fives doesn't mind sharing and neither do I."
There was a brief moment of silence when Rex's voice, deadly calm, filled the silence.
"Dinner's in ten; we'll have to talk to the Generals then. This could be serious; we should prepare for the worst."
Laughter drowned out whatever else the Captain would have said and Ahsoka shook her head. "Oh Rexster; you will never know just how good your timing is!"
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