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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
Disclaimer: Star Wars is George's sandbox, which now belongs to Disney; I'm simply destroying the sandcastles and playing with the action figures. I make no money off of this.

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Chapter 3

The following morning Blaze pulled up an empty chair across from Traxis, Coil with him, without an invitation. Startled, Traxis looked from one man to the other, suddenly wary as he tilted his head self consciously away from them.

Last night in the dimly lit gym with Blaze had been one thing; to face them in the glaringly harsh lights of the mess was something else.

He was alone at the table, Echo and Fives not yet taken their customary perch to keep people away and he looked from one to the other cautiously before his gaze settled back on Blaze. Unable to help himself, his gaze had dropped to the table and now moved upwards, over the flat, muscular torso of the flame trooper, the muscle definition underneath the bodyglove both tantalizing and taunting for the other man was impressively built. A rush of heat accompanied the image of peeling the bodyglove from those muscles as he finally met Blaze’s eyes. The knowledge of what had passed between them, or had almost passed between them, was heavy in the silence as he held the other man's gaze for a long moment.

Breaking it deliberately, Traxis nodded to them. “Blaze; Corporal.”

"Coil," the other man offered with a glance at Blaze before looking back to Traxis. "We're all brothers here."

"Rook tells me you've been assigned to him and Bishop for a training run later today," Blaze stuck his fork into one of the items that passed as food for the clones, his gaze still on Traxis' own as he lifted it to his lips. "Sounded real pleased."

Not for any reason Traxis could see. Blaze had been happy to have him on his team too, until he'd 'screwed up' and chewed him out in front of everyone. That had smarted, only serving to reassure Traxis that he was damaged; different - until the other man's advances last night.

It had hit him upon waking this morning that he'd been trying to impress Blaze the other day during the exercise. No wonder the reprimand still stung. Still, the men were new to Captain Rex's mode of operation and he felt obligated to fill them in. "The Captain's always been about getting troopers with different specialties to work together. I'm sure by the end of the training period you'll have worked with everyone."

Coil coughed, his eyes gleaming. "Oh, Blaze will have worked over more than his fair share."

Blaze shot his brother a cautionary look before looking back at Traxis. "Where else does your duty roster place you today?"

Traxis stared at the other man for a moment, trying to read him all the while struggling to not be incredibly flattered to be asked. He hid it with a shrug, not wishing to divulge the fact he was going in for a follow up with Coric this morning. Something that had come up after their discussion the day before and Captain Rex had listed him as 'reporting to medbay' for the first half of his day. Already uncomfortable with his injuries, he wouldn’t have brought Blaze’s attention to them deliberately for anything.

“I’ve been assigned to Sergeant Coric for the morning,” it was the truth and not. “You?”

“We’ve bitch maintenance,” Coric answered with a grin. “High maintenance.”

“How so?” Traxis leaned forward, his breakfast already finished, caf in hand as the other man spoke of the flamethrower; he was always eager to learn about a new weapon and this one he hadn’t had much of a chance to be exposed to.

It was Blaze, however, who grabbed his attention with an answer. “They’re temperamental and need to be pumped frequently to bleed off pressure or they might explode,” his eyes gleamed, showing he wasn’t just talking about his flamethrower.

The innuendo and suggestion in his eyes made Traxis want to squirm in his seat but he somehow held still, taking a sip of his caf instead. “Sounds like fun.”

“Fun.” Coil smirked. “There is nothing more fun than maintenance day.”

“Why?”

"How do you feel after you've taken your deece in hand," Blaze's tone was almost conversational but there was no hiding the under current in his choice of words, "given it a good rub down and lovingly polished the fitting to a glossy shine all in time to be able to let it rip?"

A loaded question is Traxis had ever heard one in any connotation.

Stalling, he took another sip of his caf, the other man's words striking a chord within him. Weapons were something that had always fascinated Traxis and while he knew the other man wasn't just talking about his bitch, he also knew, he'd have done a lot, almost anything, to get his hands on one to try. Or take apart. His answer slipped out before he gave it conscious thought. "Can I watch?"

There was a heartbeat of silence before Coil let out a single bark of laughter, burying it in his own caf at the surprised look on Blaze's face. Whatever answer he'd been expecting, that obviously hadn't been it.

Blaze recovered quickly, his expression innocent. "Just watch?"

"I hardly think you're going to let me get my hands on your flow regulators without knowing about them first," Traxis offered reasonably.

"The fact you know about 'em at all is points in your favor for eventually doing it," Blaze remarked off handedly. He took another bite of his breakfast and Traxis couldn't help but wonder if they were still on the topic of the flamethrower. It felt like it - but not. "Nothing like some hands on experience to know the little ins and outs of specialized hardware."

"Blaze."

"What?" He grinned at Coil's cautionary tone as Traxis watched the byplay, his gaze mostly on Blaze. The confidence the other man had in himself - in spades - was a turn on and he didn't dare leave the table, even if he wanted to, lest he embarrass himself. "A man can't talk about the intimate details of his favorite piece of equipment over breakfast?"

Coil rolled his eyes and flashed Traxis a look before collecting his plate; he'd eaten quickly and was down to just caf like Traxis. "Good luck, Traxis."

Coil left them be and Blaze turned back to Traxis. "You seriously want to watch us tear apart our bitches?"

"If the Sarge can spare me."

Blaze winked at him as he too, pushed to his feet, the fabric of his bodyglove molded tightly against the hard on he tried nothing to hide. Traxis' eyes widened, dropping to the lovingly outlined organ before his gaze flew back to Blaze's in surprise.

"One thing you'll learn about me Trax," he offered offhandedly as he turned as if it were nothing out of the ordinary, "I have no shame. Thirty minutes, weapon's locker gamma if you're interested."

Color suffused Traxis' face, climbing his neck and he ducked his head to his caf to avoid catching the eye of anyone who might look his way after Blaze passed by to take his tray to the 'cycler. Not that there were many men in the mess yet; Traxis had learned from his time in the med bay that, if he didn’t want company, to eat early.

His mind remained firmly fixed on the man who'd just left him. Brazen. Bold. Brash. Traxis shook his head, unable to stem his own reaction or the fact his lips kicked into a funny little half smile. Who'd have thought he'd have found it to incredibly stimulating?

Finishing off his caf, he pulled a datapad from his belt, willing his erection away. It took a few minutes of looking over his duty roster and reading through a new reg manual Echo had given him regarding armor modifications before he was able to push away from the table with dignity. He dropped his tray in the 'cycler and headed for the exit unaware as he did, that Rook and Bishop watched him from across the room and that, as he left, Rook turned to Bishop with a smile that could only mean trouble.

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Traxis never made it to weapon's locker gamma, though it wasn't for lack of trying.

Coric ran him through a battery of tests, ending with a fully body scan that resulted in an uncomfortable examination of his scar and the unpleasant reminder of his disfigured state. Smarting from the examination, which, conveniently, released him from the medlab just in time to report to Rook and Bishop for their team building exercise - two minutes late, Traxis was beyond frustrated.

Bishop was waiting for him, the others already within, and the flame trooper looked less than impressed. "And there he is," Bishop commented with a cool smile. "Did you get sidetracked?"

"No, sir," he told the higher ranking clone through clenched teeth, his posture rigid. "Sergeant Coric asked to see me."

Bishop's smile vanished and reappeared, more genuine than before - but he didn't apologize. "It's Bishop, Traxis. Come on; you're with me, Echo and Jesse. Rook has Kix and Chap."

Traxis slapped his helmet on and followed the flame trooper into the exercise arena.

Rook's take on the group was similar, but different than working with Blaze and Coil. Where Blaze had made the decision to split their forces completely, Traxis was surprised to see Rook had chosen to split their forces, but on parallel courses.

The terrain had shifted from the previous day and now formed various identical valleys, the likes of which they couldn't see over, but were able to remain in contract with through their comm. systems.

"Rook; I have Traxis."

"About damn time."

"Lay off, man, the Sarge had him." There was silence as Bishop, who hadn't yet put his bucket on, winked in Traxis' direction and promptly slapped his bucket on. "We're coming in."

"Copy that; welcome to the game, Traxis."

"Thank you, sir," he replied automatically. "Glad to be here."

It didn't take long for Traxis and Bishop to catch up with Jesse and Echo, Echo fanning his fingers in a silent greeting that Traxis had no trouble understanding. Seeing the other clone without Fives hanging around was a little odd; they were practically joined at the hip sometimes. Bishop crouched and pulled out a holo map as Rook's voice came through his helmet.

"Here's the situation. Hostiles are beyond the range of the bitches here, here and here," points lit up on the map and Traxis frowned. They were going into another shooting gallery from the looks of it; not really a surprise but shouldn't they have a chance to win? "In addition, Kix and Chap have identified heavy emplacements here and here," more red lights, these ones closer, "and a battalion strength of shoots across here," a line was drawn just outside the maximum range of the bitches. "Our objective, other than to obviously get slaughtered, is to take as many of them wish us as we can. Bishop and I have studied the map since we got it and have come up with a dozen ways to go out in a blaze of glory. We have five minutes before they come in after us, blasters blazing; suggestions?"

Trazis blinked under his helmet. The fire trooper was asking for suggestions? He couldn't see Blaze asking for suggestions.

"Sir," Echo's voice was almost soft after the Corporal's gravely one. "Why not let them?"

"Let them what, Echo?"

"Come in after us, sir." Echo rotated his wrist to show Bishop to rotate the map and the fire trooper did so. Pointing out locations within the canyons, Echo outlined his plan. Jesse jumped in with his own suggestions and even Chap offered a critique on a chosen ambush point. Traxis remained silent, watching it play out.

"You have anything to add, Traxis?"

"No, sir; Echo's covered it all. If we can keep both of you covered like he says, the kill ratio should be significantly in our favor."

"The key," Rook acknowledge, "Will be to avoid getting flanked. You each know your duties; execute."

+++++++++

"Hell yeah!" Jesse punched the air as he took off his helmet with a holler after the exercise debriefing. "One hour and forty minutes for the record!"

Kix slapped him on the shoulder, tugging off his own bucket. "And minimal casualties. You need to learn to duck, Jesse."

The first clone grinned, unrepentant. "With you there to patch me up, doc? I think I'll manage. Traxis, you were a machine out there; how many kills total?"

He shrugged, reluctantly removing his helmet and keeping the scarred side of his face to the wall at the gregarious clone turned his attention towards him. "I didn't count."

"Sixty four," said a softer voice as Echo joined them. "The most out of anyone - except the bitches."

"Sixty four." Jesse whistled as Traxis flinched; trust Echo to have kill counts for everyone. "Holy hell, man, what'd you have for breakfast?"

Echo broke in before Traxis had to answer, teasing the other Trooper and deflecting the interest. "With a kill ration almost double what you and Kix took out together, I'd say it wasn't his breakfast."

Jesse laughed, looking back. "Those IEDs were pure genius, Bishop; where'd you learn that being a bitch man and all?"

Bishop tugged his helmet free, holstering the wand to his flamethrower with the safety on. "Are you kidding me? Any flametrooper worth his salts knows basic combustion."

Jesse blinked, making Echo, Chap and Kix laugh and Traxis used the opportunity to slip away. It had felt good being included, but part of him still felt it was pity on the part of the men aside from Fives and Echo. Neither of them had tried to befriend him, per say, but since his return to duty, they'd proven they could be trusted and discreet, minding his preference for privacy.

To his surprise, Rook slid into step with him. "You did well out there today, Traxis."

"Thank you, sir."

"Rook," he smiled. "Cut the sir crap."

Traxis cast him a sidelong look, considering, wondering if he dared ask the question that was hovering on the tip of his tongue. He suspected the fire trooper wouldn't mind, but he wasn't sure if he should. Ranks aside, it was kind of... impertinent.

Rook caught his glance and arched an eyebrow. "What?"

Aw hell; go for broke. "Are all bitch carriers so loose with their ranks?"

"Only when we like the recipient," Rook's smile turned admiring and a touch flirtatious. "And one might say the package it comes in."

Unsure how to respond exactly, Traxis remained silent.

Rook, thankfully, turned the conversation back to business. "The Captain has requested we Corporals select a dozen or so troopers from the ranks who have impressed us. Your name's on my short list Traxis; as is Echo's."

"Fives goes where Echo does, sir." Traxis' look held a sardonic edge he couldn't help. "Sure you want to subject yourself?"

"Fives?"

"You need ask?" Traxis couldn't help his dry tone, unexpected amusement entering his tone. "They're normally joined at the hip."

"An acquired taste, is he?" Rook chuckled, a rumbling sound that Traxis hadn't heard before in other clones. His surprise must have shown because Rook grinned. "Genetic mutation," he offered easily with a wink. "Means I'm never lonely; everyone wants to know if it feels as rough as it sounds."

Unlikely, but Traxis knew the expected answer - and gave it. It never hurt to humor a brother. "Does it?"

"Care to find out?"

The suggestive comment came just as they reached the turbolifts and Blaze came around the corner, looking irritated. "Care to find out what, Rook?"

Rook's eyes narrowed on Blaze for a fraction of a second before he shrugged, his tone turning smug. "How'd you score today, Blaze?"

Blaze's eyes flashed as the trio stepped into the turbo lift. "Worse than you," he said sourly. "Some of these shinies are enough to make a man break things."

"Well, that is what you're good at." Rook nodded to Traxis who was doing his best to stay out of their confrontation. He'd practically seen the hackles rise when the two men stepped together. Their bitches were stowed on their backs, giving them a strange, larger than life feel as they butted heads. "Traxis here had the most squad kills of any trooper today; except us."

Blaze's eyes narrowed. "Oh?"

"Sixty four."

Traxis looked away, towards the back of the lift as Rook's smug number drop hit the silence like a thermal detonator. Rook, however, couldn't resist turning the screws. "I hear you only hit sixty, brother. Tough break."

The turbolift opened on the floor with the barracks and Rook stepped out, heading for the bunk room and the shower with a cocky, steady gait. Blaze, fuming made to follow, Traxis in his wake, determined to stay out of the bitch bearer's dispute.

When the fire trooper turned to him moments later as Rook turned the corner up ahead and planted one hand solidly in the center of his chest plate, Traxis raised his gaze to the other man's, the stormy swirl of emotion and raw hunger in Blaze's eyes taking him by surprise.

"Sixty Four, huh?"

"According to Echo."

"Should have aimed for sixty nine." Blaze shoved Traxis against the wall, his lips coming down hard on his brother’s, Traxis too shocked to respond. It was a brutal kiss, one of possession and promise. When Blaze lifted his head, his eyes were darker than Traxis had ever seen them, a promise he couldn't completely read in their depths. “You and me will talk later. The gym; same time tonight."

Stunned, Traxis could only stared as Blaze walked away, his heart racing, his armor now uncomfortably tight. His head spinning, he followed the other trooper wishing he dared shove his bucket back on his head to hide his bewilderment. Blaze had been spending time with him, yes, but that had been unexpected. Not unwanted, he realized as he followed the other man into the barracks.

However, showering with the two other men was suddenly a very uncomfortable prospect.

+++++++++

Exhausted from the events of the day, the medical poke and prod session with Coric and the exhilarating team building exercise that had exceeded everyone's expectations, Traxis collapsed in his bunk before light's out, one arm thrown over his eyes and the damaged side of his face, his body already craving the sleep it needed after the previous late night and early morning.

Reminding himself he had to be up in time to meet Blaze, he drifted into a deep enough slumber that he didn't stir when the rest of his brothers retired for the night.

He didn't stir when Jesse, who had the bunk above his, stepped on the edge and jostled his mattress.

He didn't twitch as capable, confident fingers loosed the draw string of his sleep pants and eased them down.

He didn't move until the feel of something wet and warm settled around his cock. His mind supplied the images that he felt should correlate with the sensations, picturing Blaze, his mouth open, sliding it down his flaccid cock - which suddenly wasn't so flaccid anymore. It grew with almost alarming speed, succumbing to the suction of the dark, wet pressure.

Building within his balls, the strain was almost too much as Traxis threw his head back to enjoy the warm haven that had suddenly enveloped him. There was a moment of confusion when he slid his fingers into Blaze’s hair and he swore the texture of it was rich, silky smooth; an echo of his own when it got too long. Blaze tilted his head, shifting the angle at which he was taking Traxis’ shaft and his length hit the back of Blaze’s throat – and then down.

His hand clenched, tightening in the strands of Blaze’s hair before loosening, the pressure around his cock building, pulsing as the mouth that had been offering such succor suddenly shifted and hands took its place.

His body coiling in preparation for release, he closed his hand around Blaze’s, able to feel the indelible imprint of the other man’s fingers around his cock as they stroked and-

BZZT

Traxis woke with a start, gasping, reaching for the man who’d been in his dream to find himself alone, his hands empty but for the one filled with his rock hard erection, the organ throbbing insistently with a demand for release.

Uncurling his fingers from the tumescent length, he swallowed a groan, disappointment sliding through him as insistently as the raging need. He gathered himself to push to his feet when his wrist buzzed again, the feel of it, the faint noise, what had drawn him from his dream. Swallowing hard, he realized his alarm had gone off, though he had no recollection of setting it – or setting it on vibrate.

Alarm.

He frowned at the numbers, his head fuzzy with the need to get off. Why had his alarm been set-

Twenty two fifty five.

Twenty two-

Blaze.

Traxis groaned softly; his body humming, practically vibrating with need. Did he dare deal with the issue before meeting Blaze and clear his head or did he chance going in and-

Twenty two fifty six.

Making his decision, Traxis pushed off his bed, pulled his sleep pants to his waist to cover himself, and headed for the ‘freshers.
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