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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 5

“Sit beside me next time.”

Blaze had left Traxis alone with that simple pseudo suggestion and a promise in his eyes almost immediately, blaming ‘duty’ as calling him away where Traxis had a morning free. It left Traxis at loose ends, the words an unexpected invitation and a flattering one at that.

Would he take him up on it?

Probably; if there weren’t too many brothers in the mess – or if there were. He finished his breakfast and caf before returning to the barracks to check his duty roster, noting that he was supposed to have reported to medical for most of the morning again. Knowing that Coric was running all of the men through physicals, his own due tomorrow morning, though why Traxis hadn’t a clue when the medic spent a good portion of his time ensuring he was in perfect health.

With his morning his own, he spent it dismantling his deece and cleaning it meticulously, something he’d not done since Blaze’s arrival on the ship. It gave him a chance to think and regroup, his mind firmly on his task for no more than the first two minutes, enough time to strip the weapon to its base components, before it slipped back to Blaze and the events of the night before.

To the feel of the other man’s hands on his hips; the press of his muscular chest against his back; the feel of having Blaze’s cock within his body – the initial burn and pain of penetration dismissed in the wake of an intense pleasure unlike that which he’d never known.

Oh, he’d experimented with other brothers before, given and received handjobs, not unlike taking himself in hand as he’d done before, plenty of times – and would no doubt do so again –but there was just something about the raw passionate… savagery of the act itself that he was unable to completely grasp. It would, he reflected with a private, smug smile, take many, many repetitions before it sunk in fully.

The turn of his thoughts snapped him out of them, Traxis glancing up from the table in one corner of the barracks to see if anyone was paying him any mind, his bodyglove suddenly painfully snug. The barracks were quiet save for the occasional murmur of a sleeping brother and no one was around to see his discomfort.

Ducking his head back to his task, Traxis was carefully meticulous as he ran his rag over the connection points for the tibanna gas chamber, removing the residue use without cleaning had left and frowned. It was rare for his weapon not to be in top shape and the distraction of Blaze was no excuse for shirking his responsibilities. Silently reprimanding himself, he focused on the task at hand and, somehow, managed to keep it there.

BZZT

The vibration on his wrist drew his attention just as he was sliding the power pack back into its chamber and he set it properly before checking the time. Stowing his weapon, he exited the barracks and went to report, as ordered, to the med bay and Coric.

Arriving just as Coil was exiting, he averted his eyes at the other man’s smirk, keeping his face impassive but was unable to avoid the knowing nudge he got with Coil’s elbow as he was leaving.

Coric didn't see it, his eyes on the results on his screen even as he acknowledged Traxis with a nod. "I'll be with you in a moment, Traxis," the medic assured him, "you know the drill."

Traxis was professional enough not to grimace, but that pretty much summed up his experience since exiting the bacta tank that had saved his life. He did know the drill and wished he didn't. Stepping into the examination room that Coric reserved for him daily, he began stripping out of his armor. "Is this really necessary Sarge?" he inquired gruffly, setting his breastplate aside and reaching for the straps on his shoulder guards. "If something was going to happen it should have by now."

"While I agree with you in principal, Traxis," Coric told him from behind the curtain, "I'm afraid there's too great a chance of-" Coric paused as he entered the room and Traxis could feel the other man's eyes on his back, belatedly remembering the bit mark low on his neck. Coric, to his credit, didn't mention it. "-of other setbacks with neck and head injuries. We don't understand enough about them. If you experiences can save a brother or two, it's worth your discomfort."

It was an old argument but one that was effective and Traxis submitted to the medics exam. It required he get naked and while he hadn't bothered him much before, this morning he was acutely conscious of the black and yellow bruises that graced his hips and thighs.

Coric sent him a look that was questioning but Traxis wasn't offering any information despite the story his bruises had to tell. They could have been made by his hands and, as far as anyone else was concerned, they had been.

Coric might suspect something was happening with Blaze, but Traxis wasn't about to confirm it.

The medic did his cursory examination, Traxis trying not to feel self conscious, though he couldn't help the flinch when Coric lightly examined the top most part of the scar on his head.

"Something I should know about trooper?"

Coric's inquiry was mild but held a note of concern Traxis did his best to ignore. Blaze had been right; whatever was happening between them was just that; between them and Coric didn't need to know about it with it being a mutual thing.

"No, sir."

Deliberately touching the bite mark at the base of Traxis' neck, Coric arched his eyebrows. "No?"

"Nothing that concerns you, sir," Traxis reiterated . "It won't affect my performance."

Coric looked less than impressed wih the answer. "Traxis; did Blaze mark you?"

Traxis looked at the Sergeant for a long moment before deliberately turning his gaze away. "Are you asking as my medic or superior officer, sir?"

"Neither," Coric smiled faintly. "I'm asking as your friend, Traxis."

"My friend."

"That's right."

"Then you'll understand, sir," Traxis told him tightly, meeting his gaze, "when I say it's personal and I have no wish to discuss it."

There was a moment when Traxis thought Coric would press the issue, order him to respond, to surrender the information, but Coric surprised him and shook his head instead, reaching for a hypos.

"This should help with the discomfort," he injected the serum straight into Traxis' neck and then grabbed a second one. "This is for health reasons. I won't ask again, Traxis, but know I'm here if needed," he didn't wait and exited the room, leaving Traxis to stare after him for a moment before shaking his head and glancing down at himself.

Until Coric had mentioned it, he hadn't really taken stock of his aches and pains. He'd simply accepted them as the price for the intense pleasures Blaze had introduced him to. It was reassuring in a way to have Coric concerned; it meant the pain should be a passing thing and the pleasure the exact opposite.

As he was leaving the med bay, Coric handed him a datapad. "Light duty for two days, Traxis; report to Captain Rex for reassignment."

"Sir?"

"Until that shebs of yours heals, you'll be no use to anyone."

"Sir, I-"

"Medic and Sergeants orders, trooper. Dismissed."

Saluting on reflex, Traxis was out of the medbay before realizing he was leaving, glancing behind him with a shake of his head before heading towards the Captain's cabin. Whatever Coric had given him for the pain seemed to be working , though the discomfort in his posterior was still present. It was enough to nearly obliterate his limp, but not quite.

Rex was at his desk with the door open when Traxis arrived and, politely, knocked on the door frame.

"Reporting as ordered, sir."

"Come in," Rex told him, glancing up and then motioning into the office. He set the datapad he'd been reading aside and leaned back in his chair as Traxis came to attention in front of him. "At ease, trooper."

Traxis stiffened, waiting for the inevitable questions - questions that never came.

Rex continued, reaching for a datapad on the other side of his desk, glancing at it and then extending it towards Traxis. "Quartermaster inventory is due at the end of the week; Coric tells me you're the right man for the job, Traxis."

Accepting the datapad, Traxis glanced over the orders, relieved to see no mention of a 'medical' reason. Simply a recommendation from the Sergeant. It was bad enough Coric suspected something happening with him and Blaze, he didn't need the Company Captain watching him too.

"The Quartermaster, sir? If I might inquire, what about the integration drills?"

"Coric's pulled you from the duty roster for two days with the recommendation of light duty as a colliery to ongoing therapy - but that's not the reason you've been assigned this task, Traxis." Rex's tone was even, firm. "You're experience as a heavy gunner will be invaluable to the quartermaster; there's more than he can handle even with the odd shiny assigned to him as punishment and what I needed was a man of experience. Coric tells me you've the right skill set; is he wrong?"

"No sir," taken aback by the frankness of the Captain's reply, which addressed all of his concerns without actually asking about them, Taxis snapped to attention. "I'll report to Quartermaster Analret immediately."

"Good man; dismissed."

Leaving the Captain's office, Traxis did as his orders specified and presented himself to the Quartermaster promptly - and was immediately put to work. Inventory was an ongoing issue in any weapons depot, but on board ship with the requisitions and re-requisitions that occurred almost daily, inventory was a nightmare for any trooper.

Analret, the Resolute's Quartermaster, wasn't just any trooper though. He ran his depot with an iron fist and wasn't afraid to tell any upstart who requisitioned the wrong equipment a thing or two about the intricacies of his job. Rarely, Traxis knew, did any man requisition the wrong thing a second time.

"Traxis."

"Ret," he returned easily, handing over his transfer instructions. "Captain says I'm yours for the next couple of days; something about heavy weapon inventory?"

Ret slapped him on the shoulder, taking the orders with a glance and then led him into the bowels of the Resolute's trooper core. A core that was based of machinery and metal; tiabanna gas, power and surge converters.

With nothing more than a grunt, Ret handed him a datapad and left him there.

Scanning the list, Traxis' eye shot up as he realized there were three weapons on the inventory that had been in post development when he'd been on Kamino and, eagerly, he went to check those first.

The inventory job turned out to be a blessing in disguise as he worked his way through the first and then second heavy weapons upgrade, making notes of the supplies and fittings that came with each one and the capabilities of each. The drawbacks were noted in a separate datapad for him to review later along with downloading the manuals for further revision.

Ever meticulous, it was a job that suited him fine as his body recovered from the rigors of Blaze’s affections even as his mind refused to stay focused completely on the job. Blaze's approval, his eagerness for their session later that night had been plain to see and Traxis, away from the prying eyes of anyone, allowed himself a grin of anticipation

He was looking forward to lights out.

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“Fuck yeah,” Blaze tilted Traxis’ head just the way he liked it over the edge of the padded bench where Traxis lay on his back, angling his cock to the back of Traxis' mouth and down his throat. “Like that, Trax; just like… tighten your muscles; suck me off; suck-ah!”

With a thrust of his hips, Blaze spilled his seed down Traxis’ throat, gripping his shoulders tightly to prevent him from pulling back right away. His hips jerked a final time and his cock twitched before beginning to soften, as Blaze exhaled on a long breath, his heart racing.

Like all clones, Traxis was a fast learner and pleasuring a brother seemed to be a natural thing. Blaze was going to enjoy teaching this one all of the dirty tricks he knew; all the tricks he liked to use. Pulling free of Traxis’ mouth, he bent to kiss him deeply, tasting himself as much as Traxis.

“Mmm,” he smirked. “My favorite flavor.”

“Blaze.”

Traxis’ growl was as much a plea as a demand and Blaze bent over Traxis’ upside down form to take his cock in his mouth. He didn’t like giving head as much as he liked to get it, but for now it was a good way to tie Traxis to him. And he was good at it. Wrapping his tongue around Traxis’ quivering length, he eased his lips with a pulsating pressure down the shaft, careful to stimulate the main vein that snaked down the underside with a firm pressure, teasing the bundle of nerves just behind the very tip of it.

Still new to the pleasures, Traxis didn’t stand a chance as Blaze placed one hand on his sack, caressing the sensitive skin behind it with firm strokes and then, ever so precisely, pressing-

"Blaze!"

Loosening his throat, Blaze pressed forward at the exact moment of Traxis' release, slipping the head of his cock into his throat and swallowing the creamy fluid without tasting. He sucked, suckling on Traxis' cock until it softened and then released it, pulling back.

Traxis was breathing shallowly, eyes closed, his neck arched as his head hung down over the edge of the weight bench where Blaze had urged him for this first attempt at deep throating. Something easy for the beginner; he didn't, after all, want to discourage or cause inhibitions. Traxis was eager to please, eager to be pleased, and that made it all that much easier.

Getting off, especially together, held a certain kind of high that Blaze craved and he intended to ensure Traxis craved it too; in fact, was certain the younger clones already did to a degree.

Squatting, he watched with satisfaction as Traxis slowly opened his eyes. "Feeling good, brother?"

"Fek; if I'd known-"

"You'd have done this a long time ago, right?"

Traxis pushed himself up to a sitting position. "If I'd found someone willing? Hell yeah; sure beats getting off by yourself."

Blaze chuckled. "Only with the right partner; trust me." Traxis cast Blaze a curious look he had no trouble understanding. "Lots of wrong partners, Traxis."

"Lots?"

"Enough," Blaze corrected, seeing the younger clone's surprise and unease with the term. "All it takes is one or two and it can make you doubt the rightness of what we're doing." He reached own to stroke his already recovering cock. "Not all brothers have the same sense of togetherness; few last beyond Kamino."

A fact Traxis had already discovered, Blaze knew.

"Busy day today?" Blaze finally inquired; he'd been craving relief by the time Traxis had arrived and practically jumped the younger man; fortunately, Traxis appeared to have been anticipating the encounter as much as he had and been more than willing. He should have been more careful the night before; if he had, he'd have been able to pound Traxis the way he'd wanted now.

Tomorrow, he told himself, depending on how fast Traxis was recovering. Clones tended to heal faster because of their increased metabolisms, but there was no guarantee. He normally wasn't so rough, but Traxis flirting with Rook had set him off, especially after it had been so long since he'd actually had sex, he'd been rougher than intended. Thankfully, Traxis didn't seem to care.

"Reassigned to inventory," Traxis told him as he caught his breath. "New heavy equipment came in and the Captain requested I give Analret a hand."

"Analret?"

"The Quartermaster," Traxis clarified. "There's a new conversion package for the deece seventeen and the deece fifteen that he'll probably be interested in. And a new fuel injector you'll want to check out."

"Fuel injector?"

Traxis nodded. "Along with a new coupling that allows for faster transfer between fuel cells."

"Faster flame."

"Hotter too, based on the specs."

Blaze stepped close, his cock in hand, jut about level with Traxis' mouth where he was seated. "I'll make a point of coming by tomorrow and checking it out," his eyes gleamed with intent and interest. "You can show me the ins and outs," he pressed his cock to Traxis' lips as he spoke and Traxis took the hint, lifting both hands to grasp him firmly.

Blaze's throat worked as Traxis' lips sucked him in tightly, eagerly, and he tilted his head towards the ceiling. Still sensitive he fought to keep his voice level. "Once I'm satisfied - uh - I know it intimate-fek yeah-ly, you can show... me... more tongue, Trax," he slid one hand into Traxis' hair, pulling him forward. "There; you can show me... the regula- fek!"

Breathing hard, Blaze silently thanked his good sense for having singled Traxis out as the younger man tilted his head with a flare of his nostrils and sucked him deep into his mouth with a pressure that rivaled being in his ass. His fingers clenched in Traxis' hair as his hips surged forward twice and he came hard at the back of Traxis' throat.

Traxis pulled away with a smile that Blaze appreciated as he caught his breath, a twinkle in Traxis' eyes showing that he'd done exactly as intended.

"You were saying, sir?"

Blaze chuckled, hauling Traxis to his feet and kissing him soundly, his hand reaching for the other man's cock. "I was saying," he retorted as he pulled back, still grasping Traxis firmly enough to make him hiss with two equally powerful and deliberate motions of his wrist, "that tomorrow you'll have to acquainted me, intimately, with the new injectors."

Traxis said nothing, rigid in Blaze's grasp, his hands running deliberately up the pronounced ridged of his biceps to grasp firmly.

"I gave you an order, trooper," Blaze growled, squeezing as he rotated his wrist. "I don't hear an acknowledgement."

"Yes, sir," Traxis affirmed, gasping out the expected response.

"And when you're done acquainting me with the new injectors," looking straight into Traxis' eyes, Blaze chose his words deliberately. "I expect to be given a detailed and thorough run down of the way it can help increase the pressure to allowed for a more powerful surge of-"

"Blaze," Traxis didn't break the eye contact, cutting him off as his hands contracted on Blaze's biceps. "Whatever the fuck you want, whatever I- ugh!"

Blaze smirked as Traxis came, continuing to run his hand tightly long the still engorged shaft until it began to soften and then, when it did, lifted his hand and ran a cum trail straight up Traxis' bare body from his cock to his chin. "Good. Tomorrow then?"

"Tomorrow," Traxis agreed, obviously struggling to control his breathing; to regain some semblance of control.

Blaze kissed him hard before letting him go with a smile, turning to head for the showers. Absently, he lifted still covered fingers to his lips and turned, glancing back to find Traxis still watching him. Deliberately, he licked his index finger from base to tip and threw a wink Traxis' way. "My second favorite flavor."

He heard more than saw Traxis' sudden inhale as he turned to hit the showers.

Oh yeah; life on the Resolute was going to be sweet.
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