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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 6
Morning was more of the same, with the flametroopers being called away by Coric and Rex for a brief meeting before morning meal, leaving Traxis to sit alone until Fives and Echo joined him, sliding their trays across from his. He looked from one to the other guardedly, unable to figure out the why of their company. Normally they were seated further down, allowing him his privacy.
"Good morning, Traxis,” Echo offered as he took his seat, Fives beside him.
Traxis responded with a nod as he took another bite, glancing from one to the other.
“Hear you’ve been reassigned to Analret,” Fives added as he leaned on his elbows with a disdainful look at the contents of his breakfast tray. “Inventory, huh? What’d you do to piss off the Captain?”
“Nothing.” Traxis offered reluctantly, knowing Fives wouldn’t shut up until he got an answer. “Sarge recommended me.”
“So what’d you do to piss off the Sarge?”
“Fives.”
“What? No one volunteers to help Analret unless they have a screw loose.”
“I was assigned to the Quartermaster,” Traxis told Fives and Echo stiffly. “I didn’t volunteer.”
“So, really; what’d you do to piss the Sarge off?”
Echo glanced between Fives and Traxis and sent Fives a cautionary look with a frown. “Fives!”
Traxis stared at Fives for a long moment before turning his gaze back to his food, ignoring the question; his mind wasn’t really on it anyway and he wasn't about to explain anything to the gregarious Fives. It was none of his business.
“Sorry, brother,” Fives held up both hands in a placating gesture.
“How is Ret?"
Traxis looked to Echo and shrugged. "Same as always. Ornery and taciturn."
"Your kind of boss?"
Arching his eyebrows at the quip, Traxis shot Fives a considering look.
Echo took it to mean something else and reached out to clip his brother across the back of his head with the flat of his hand. "Di’kut. Sorry Traxis; he’s had five cups of caf already; makes him chatty."
With a shrug, Traxis turned back to his meal.
“Have you worked with Heli and Rukas yet, Traxis?”
“No; not yet.”
Echo exhaled and it was a strange enough sound of frustration from the normally quiet other man that Traxis looked up. Echo’s jaw was set in displeasure and even Fives looked taken aback by the lack of approval; the bitch carriers might be a squad to themselves, but they ranked them as regular troopers.
“Rough time?”
“You don’t know the half of it,” Echo agreed, leaning his arms on the table and then looking away, obviously uncomfortable. Displeased or not, Traxis realized he wasn’t about to go further in disparaging a senior officer. Fives, however, had no such qualms.
“Rukas doesn’t listen to input. We were on his squad last night for the last run through and his idea of teamwork was to send anyone carrying anything but a bitch out front as bait to draw fire.”
“It’s a strategy that got us all killed,” Echo pitched in darkly. “If he’d just- ugh.”
Traxis put down his fork and reached for his caf. “And Heli?”
“No better; he follows Rukas,” Fives’ tone was dry. “A perfect subordinate though they’re technically the same rank.”
Looking from Fives to Echo and back, Traxis took a sip of his caf. “Why tell me?”
"You and I are on Rook’s short list,” Echo told him with a faint smile. “I was thinking we might approach him with our concern.”
“Your concern,” Traxis corrected, finishing off his caf; Blaze’s ‘lesson’ for spending extra time in Rook’s company made him unwilling to risk getting involved. “Not mine.”
Echo’s brow creased as he considered Traxis for a moment, obviously finding his reticence a little odd. It was Fives, however, who spoke next.
“I haven’t worked with Rook yet, otherwise we’d have seen him ourselves.”
With a shake of his head, Traxis pushed to his feet and collected his tray. “I can’t help you, Fives; Echo. If you’re that worried about it, talk to him yourselves.” Without another word, Traxis turned to go. Behind him, as he was just leaving earshot, he heard Fives talking to Echo.
“I thought you said he was reasonable?”
If Echo answered anything, Traxis didn’t hear it as he deposited his tray and left the mess hall, ignoring the twinge of conscience that stung him. He hadn’t meant to be short with Echo and Fives, realizing that they had raised a point between brothers, but he was unwilling to risk a misstep with Blaze just yet. It was too new, too…
He shook his head. Too something he couldn’t name just yet. Something he wasn’t willing to jeopardize because of a concern another trooper had; one that would be raised, undoubtedly, by another trooper to either the Sergeant or the Captain should Rukas continue with the pattern he’d begun to exhibit.
He didn’t doubt Echo’s assessment; maybe he’d mention it to Blaze instead of Rook… that way he could still address it, but without the potential mess.
Instead of returning to the barracks, Traxis headed for the weapons depot and requisitions, saluting Analret when he arrived. “Reporting as ordered, sir.”
“Pick up where you left off yesterday, Traxis,” Analret grunted without looking up, his gaze on a manifest as he was stacking grenades for requisition, using a thumb to mark off the inventory.
“Yes sir.”
Traxis collected the same datapad he’d been using the day before, flipped the inventory listing to heavy weaponry details and let himself into the back. Walking down the row upon rows of equipment, he reached out to touch the standard kit items as he passed. DC-15s and DC-17s, power packs and ammunition belts lined the first section of the armory as far as he could see, the firepower disappearing up into the rafters and straight out into the back.
In the next aisle behind those were the heavy rifles, the sniper and specialized kits for commandos and marines along with their attachments; most troopers never saw them but Traxis had taken a few moments the day before to download their manuals to read about later.
One never knew what squad you could end up working with, especially being in Torrent Company, and it was better to be prepared in the event. If he ever got the chance to work with a commando or marine detachment, he'd be more than capable to use one of their weapons should his own fail.
Not that it was likely to come to that, but the manuals would make for interesting reading anyway.
Even further back were the heavier weapons, the ones he’d already inventoried; the squad guns, the flame throwers and the attachments for each. Moving on, he reached the second half of the section. Rocket and grenade launchers lined the walls, a lot fewer than the more common of the deece blasters, and row upon row of ammunition crates.
Getting to work, he flipped to the notation where he’d left off and, approaching the first of the grenade launchers, he crouched down, ignoring the twinge of lingering discomfort in his body, to find the serial number to match to the inventory list and got to work.
Blaze kept his promise to come visit but, to Traxis' surprise, it was later in the day than expected. Analret had left him to his own devices with a grunt and nod of acknowledgement, rare praise from the taciturn man, before disappearing into another part of the hangar sized storage locker.
Traxis was inspecting a replacement coil for one of the personnel walkers when his comm. beeped. Having foregone his armor to avoid getting it caught on some of the tighter places within the supply rooms hadn't meant he could be out of touch and he keyed the vocal channel. A quick check showed it was a private channel so his answer was less formal than it might have been on open mic.
"Traxis."
"Have you got a moment to show me those new fuel injectors, trooper?"
Blaze's no-nonsense transmission would have sounded professional to anyone that hadn't been a part of their discussion the night before; meaning everyone but him. The images Blaze's choice of words conjured made his mouth go dry and he had to clear his throat and swallow before he could respond. "I can spare a minute or two; where are you?"
"Main requisition desk."
He flipped off the comm. without answering and headed for the desk, sliding between the rows upon rows of still boxed munitions that Analret would have some shiny, who'd earned the tedious task, unload and shelve later. It took two minutes for him to reach the main requisition desk where Blaze was waiting, tapping his fingers lightly on the scarred surface.
He straightened as Traxis appeared. "I'm told there's this really sweet little ring I need to check out," Blaze said by way of greeting, his eyes gleaming with intent that Traxis had no trouble reading as the flametrooper's gaze dropped to take in the fact Traxis wasn't wearing his armor. "Something about it narrowing the stream of pressure to increase the strength and rate of fire?"
Biting the inside of his cheek, for he knew Analret was never far from the desk, Traxis managed not to cough or blush, though he could feel the heat at the base of his neck. Flashing a warning look at Blaze, he held open the requisition storage door. He said nothing as Blaze brushed passed him, the Corporal's gauntleted hand deliberately palming him through his fatigues and Traxis growled low in the back of his throat as he followed the flametrooper into the maze that was weapon storage.
Knowing his way around, Traxis directed Blaze forward and to the left, maneuvering him towards the rear of the compartments where the newer equipment he'd inventoried was. Coincidentally it was also the furthest from the front of the depot and most likely to give them some privacy.
He pulled Blaze to a halt, confident they were far enough beyond the reach of Analret's sphere. "Hold up, Blaze; I need to get by you."
Blaze glanced over his shoulder at Traxis and he could practically see the workings of the other man's mind. The corridor was narrow enough that Blaze was barely able to navigate it while walking normally; just how Taxis intended to get by was no doubt what brought the smirk to his lips.
Traxis grabbed one of the flametrooper's shoulders, turning him just a little and Blaze took the hint. Sidestepping so he was sideways, there was just barely enough room for the two clones to fit, front to front, as Traxis slid by.
Blaze, never one to miss an opportunity, took the chance to run his hands purposefully down Traxis' side. Leaving his hand palm out, he slid it across Traxis' muscular torso and down over his crotch. Their eyes locked and Blaze cocked his head with an inviting grin, his fingers curling just so that Traxis stopped. "I can think of another weapon I'd like to inspect first, trooper."
"Looks like you have it well in hand already, sir."
"Warrants a closer look, don't you think?"
"And pass on the injectors?"
"There are injectors," he squeezed, sliding his hand downwards to cup the base of Traxis' cock and balls, "and there are injectors."
It was the feel of those strong, capable, confident fingers and the heat in the other man's eyes that Traxis would later blame on what came next. Their eyes were level with one another's and it didn't take much for Traxis to lean in and kiss Blaze; which was exactly what he did.
His mouth covered Blaze's, his body pressing against the hard shell of plastoid, his aching and swollen shaft cradled in Blaze's palm. Blaze tilted his head, deepening the kiss for a moment when he sucked Traxis' tongue into his mouth before pulling away with a growl. "Much as I like it tight, Traxis, we also need room to move."
Catching his breath with a deep inhale, his nostrils flaring as they took in the heady scent that was uniquely Blaze, he stepped back and around, disengaging the hold the other man had on his most sensitive of parts. Adjusting himself a little more comfortably in his fatigues, he continued down the hall, feeling Blaze's gaze on his ass the whole while before he glanced around, pausing at one of the work rooms.
Blaze didn't wait, opening the door and stepping in as Traxis followed, securing the door behind him. A small, overhead light flickered as Blaze placed his hands on his hips in unmistakable challenge. "That injector isn't getting any smaller, soldier."
Taking the single stride necessary to bring him back to being flush with Blaze, Traxis slid one hand firmly into the other man's hair, drawing him close as he slanted his lips over Blaze's. The other hand grasped the plastoid covers at Blaze's waist and hips, delving beneath them to find the fasteners. Blaze's hands joined his as the lower half of the armor began to hit the deck haphazardly.
Blaze shifted his weight and Traxis took a step back, then another, before feeling the solid length of the door against his back, pushing at Blaze's hips and breaking the kiss. Blaze's codpiece pulled free and Traxis dropped it to the side, twisting his fingers in the fabric of the bodyglove underneath and pulled.
The fabric parted even as Blaze's hands pushed his fatigues down over his hips and his aching cock jerked forward to rub against Blaze's, skin to skin. Traxis broke the kiss, tilting his pelvis with a hiss as Blaze ran one hand over the bruises on his hips and down into the crack of his ass, one fingertip brushing against his rectum.
"Still sore?"
Tempted to say no, Traxis couldn't deny some lingering tenderness; not enough that Coric had needed to be approached for a painkiller, but enough it made him momentarily question the wisdom of having Blaze's cock pounding him again. That caution fell by the wayside as Blaze traced his index finger along the puckered and tender skin; the pleasure of the experience had far outweighed whatever twinges he'd suffered.
Then the tip of Blaze's finger dipped up and in, too the first knuckle.
His reaction was immediate, the intrusion a burning sensation as his muscles clamped around the digit. His hips pushed against Blaze's, cock to cock, the involuntary jerk making Blaze smirk. Tilting his hips, Blaze continued to rotate them, rubbing their swollen lengths against one another. "Still sore," Blaze confirmed, withdrawing his finger with a tsking sound. "Guess I'll have to wait to play with my injector."
Reaching back, Traxis grabbed Blaze's wrist, holding it tight against his ass. "Not that sore."
Approval flared in Blaze's eyes as Traxis slid the flametrooper's hand back to where it had been and Blaze, taking the hint as Traxis flexed his hips to counterpoint the slide of flesh against flesh, played with Traxis' anus.
Blaze glanced around, Traxis leaning forward to plant his lips on the exposed skin of Blaze's throat-
The lights cut out, plunging the room into total, unbroken darkness.
Traxis froze, his whole body tensing, coiling, as the darkness closed in from all sides. He heard Blaze speak, "A little darkness never hurt anyone," but didn't hear him as fear surged within his chest, climbing into his throat as he was momentarily catapulted back to Teth.
To darkness and uncertainty.
To blindness and pain.
Agony raced through his head and neck as the echo of his injury slammed into him like the concussion of a tank blast. He pushed against Blaze unthinkingly, fumbling for the door controls, the need to get out, to see crashing down on him.
Strong arms pinned him to the door with a growl, breath feathering across his damaged cheek. "Man up, lover." Blaze's words were harsh, making Traxis flinch and let out an oath as Blaze's tongue traced the line of his scar down over his neck and then, unexpectedly, bit down.
Wedging his arms between himself and Blaze, Traxis bunched his muscles and pushed, forcing Blaze far enough away he had to let go of the wound even though the flametrooper didn't relinquish his pin, leaving Traxis still firmly planted against the door. His shoulder ached and his fingertips tingling; an echo of the injury's creation.
"A little darkness is enough for death, Blaze." Traxis snapped back tightly. "I saw enough of it on Teth; I'll see too much of it before it takes me for good."
Blaze hit the lights and the knot within Traxis' chest immediately eased as he caught his breath; he didn't see the calculating look in Blaze's eyes as he was examined for a heartbeat.
"We wouldn't want that now would we?"
Traxis' gaze moved back to Blaze's, still able to feel the swollen and stiff length of the other man's erection against his body, his own excitement for the encounter having been nullified by fear. Blaze didn't step back and Traxis pushed against his chest. "I think we should-"
"Continue."
"No, Blaze; I wasn't-"
Blaze caught Traxis' push, responding with one of his own, the push turning into a scuffle that laid Traxis out, face first, against the door. Blaze's hand roughly grasped his swelling staff as the adrenaline from the terrifying episode having surged back through his veins as something else with the familiar position.
Memories battled, pain against pleasure, but it was the memory of having Blaze fuck him that won out as the hard length of Blaze's erection slid against his backside as Blaze's lips touched his ear. "Tell me you don't want me after that, Traxis," he demanded roughly, rotating his wrist in counterpoint to the order. "Do it and I leave you hot and hard and aching."
"Blaze, I didn't-" he groaned as the other man's fingers squeezed, his hands curling against the door, Blaze's forearm tight against his shoulders and base of his neck.
"Didn't?"
Blaze shifted his hips, rubbing his length along Traxis' bared ass, and Traxis pushed back, relishing the friction, part of him wanting to consummate the encounter as much to banish the darkness as to remind himself he was alive. That he was wanted. He'd never felt as alive as when he and Blaze had been on the mat two nights ago.
He pushed back harder, using the door as leverage, earned some space and turned into Blaze's arms.
Their erections met, sliding against one another as Traxis grabbed Blaze by the back of the neck for a rough kiss. It was short, urgent, and he used it to banish any doubt that he wasn't completely into this.
The plastoid shell covering Blaze's upper body was hard against his chest, the shirt of his fatigues catching on the edge of one vambrace as Blaze slid one hand down, grasping one of Traxis' ass cheek, and pulled him forward even as the flametrooper pushed back. Their swollen shafts met and slid, caught between them as Blaze's hand confidently moved back to the puckered flesh he'd been exploring before the lights had gone off.
Their eyes locked as the kiss broke, Blaze sliding the tip of his finger around the outside of his puckered flesh before deliberately sliding it back inside Traxis' body, his eyes gleaming with purpose.
Reaching down, the flametrooper grasped both of their cocks firmly in his other hand, holding them together to increase the friction, his finger sliding roughly in and out of the sensitive tissue of his anus in counterpoint. Traxis reached down to slid his hand around the other side of their straining flesh, finishing the circle.
Blaze suddenly shifted, moving, using both hands for leverage as he pushed Traxis over, away and down, across the durasteel workbench inside the small room. Traxis caught himself with both hands on the near edge, the thigh high table lower than would be handy, but Blaze grinned wickedly, a smile that Traxis was learning to relish.
"Hold onto the other edge."
Doing as he was told, Traxis leaned across the table, a thrill racing down his spine as Blaze stepped up behind, the heavy length of the other man's cock once again sliding against his ass crack with a firm motion.
"Clench your shebs."
Traxis complied and Blaze smacked one cheek with the palm of his hand, making his muscles flex in reaction to capture the other man's shaft tightly between the muscles.
"Like that," Blaze growled, slapping him again as he slid forward then back. "As tight as you can."
"Blaze, I- uh!"
Blaze's finger was suddenly back at his anus, sliding into the tight orifice with no more ease than before, his muscles contracting once again around the digit, making Blaze hiss as the counterpoint was his cheeks squeezing the other man's cock. As it went further within him, Blaze twisted his wrist and stopped, curling his finger to touch-
"Fek!"
There was a surge of pleasure, a surge of adrenaline fueled need as Blaze touched that sensitive place again, bending forward to press his plastoid covered chest to Traxis' back. "All you, Trax," Blaze stroked the spot within him again. "It'll feel better with your hand on your cock."
Trembling, Traxis lifted one hand from the edge of the table, the other partially holding their weight, he took himself in hand, his fingers sliding skillfully and firmly over his own cock. Blaze feathered his fingers, making Traxis' hips jerk and, just like that, set a rhythm.
Responding to the internal stimuli, to the stroking, Traxis moved his hips in time with his hand, using his own pre cum for lubrication, his muscles clenching and releasing, already able to feel the accelerated surge of orgasm looming. Blaze's skilled handling of his body, knowing just where and how to touch, were his undoing. His breathing turned ragged, his hand and hips shifting, moving, increasing their pace, pushing him towards-
"Fek!" Blaze's gasped behind him, his whole body suddenly going rigid with the squeeze and grip of Traxis' tight ass muscles.
Traxis groaned and then let out a hoarse shout as Blaze's finger dipped, applying unexpected pressure, and his hips jerked forward, thrusting his cock into his own hand as his orgasm blindsided him.
His hand shot out to balance himself as his cock twitched and surged, his head thrown back, the feels of Blaze's release coating his skin even as his own splattered his wrists and hands where they grasped the table edge.
Blaze stepped back before Traxis' breathing evened out, dipping his head to run his tongue along Traxis' ass crack from the exposed small of his back and down, the tip touching the puckered and sensitive flesh where his finger had just been. Traxis shuddered, still coming down off the high, unable to find the words to protest and, as Blaze licked him with deliberate intent, as if to prove his wandering mouth wasn't there by accident, he found he didn't want to.
With a final, long lick from anus to the small of Traxis' back, Blaze finally straightened and stepped away. Traxis cast a glance over his shoulder to see the flametrooper collecting his armor, his now flaccid cock bouncing almost obscenely where he hadn't yet tucked it away.
Part of him wished Blaze had stayed close just a little longer; he could have used the contact. There was just something about being so close to Blaze, sex aside, that made him feel good; feel wanted - and not just for his body.

"Catch your breath yet, Traxis?"
His gaze darted to Blaze's smug expression and Traxis buried his foolish longing. Blaze was more experienced than he was; if he didn't stay close, it was probably because he wasn't supposed to. That Blaze didn’t spoke of a character flaw within himself; something needy and weak. Something he couldn’t afford to be. "Getting there. What the fuck was that?"
"Aside from good?"
Traxis sent him a faint, exasperated smile. "Do you really need the ego boost?"
"Only if you're not going to clean me up."
"All the way over there?"
Blaze arched his eyebrows and then turned, stepping back to where Traxis had turned to sit on the bench, his pants still around his ankles, his hands stretched out behind him. With a look, Blaze took in the pose and stepped between Traxis' knees. "You're getting a little cocky there trooper," he admonished, bending forward with a frown that was belied by a twinkle in his eyes. "It's a good thing I happen to like," he slid one hand into Traxi's lap and the semi-hard cock, "cocky."
Blaze kissed him hard before stepping away with a smirk. "I promised Bishop I'd fill him in on those new fuel injectors; much as I'd love to ravage you on that table, we'll have to continue this later."
“Tonight?”
"Tomorrow," Blaze corrected with a grimace, swiping a couple of rags out of a nearby bin and tossing one to Traxis. "The Captain is taking us bitch boys on a blue milk run. Something about wanting to see how we operate as a unit."
"Sounds like the Captain," Traxis confirmed, cleaning himself up before pushing to his feet and pulling up his fatigues. He took a moment to wipe down the table realizing Blaze had just given him an opening to address Echo and Fives' concern. "Some of the others are a little worried about working with Rukas."
"Others?" Blaze paused as he was fitting his thigh guards back on, looking up with a frown as he adjusted the fasteners. "What others?"
"Does it really matter who?"
"Names, Traxis."
There was no mistaking the snap of command in that order. "Echo and Fives for starters but I'm told there are more."
"I see." Something closed in Blaze's expression. "And what's this 'concern' they have?"
"He uses them as fodder, Blaze. If they don't carry a bitch, they get tagged for target practice."
Blaze frowned, examining Traxis for a long moment before going back to fastening his armor. "Why tell me?"
"You're his brother, a fellow bitch carrier and you don't treat us like fodder," Traxis stepped past Blaze to collect the codpiece he'd tossed aside minutes earlier, handing it back to the flametrooper with a frown. "I thought you could mention it to him."
"In other words, you thought I could use my influence with the rest of the bitches." Blaze sighed, straightening as he fastened the codpiece and adjusted it before crossing his arms over his chest. "This thing between you and me isn't cause for you to ask, Traxis."
It was a little like being slapped or sucker punched, Blaze's words having an impact on Traxis he hadn't expected. It was almost... crushing. Realizing he'd screwed up somehow but not sure exactly how, Traxis shook his head. "This," he waved a hand to indicate them both, "isn't what prompted me to ask. Echo requested I go with him to take this to Rook; I figured you were the better choice."
"And you told him this?"
"I told him I couldn't help him," Traxis admitted as he unlocked the workroom and opened the door, missing the satisfied smirk that flitted over Blaze's lips. "It only occurred to me later to bring it to you. Just... forget it, okay?"
"Trax."
He paused on the threshold, looking back over his shoulder.
"Is it that important to you?"
"It could mean the difference between life and death, Blaze. Most troopers won't question him, but I wouldn't follow the order to get myself killed anymore than Fives and Echo would."
"That's insubordination."
"It'd be self preservation. I didn't die on Teth; I'm not about to die on his whim."
There was a momentary pause where Blaze considered him and then nodded once, unfolding his arms. "I'll talk to Rukas."
The knot that had been coiling in his chest eased as his faith in Blaze was affirmed and Traxis offered the other man a nod. "Thanks."
"Sure. Now how about those fuel injectors?"
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