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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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Chapter 9
Traxis sat alone once again in the mess hall that evening with Blaze on planet, Echo and Fives in their previously customary position down the table to keep the others from sitting too close, but no one made the attempt this time - except Analret.
The gruff Quartermaster wasn't often seen in the mess hall but he'd apparently made an exception for he marched straight past Echo and a slack jawed Fives to settle himself across from Traxis without even asking.
Traxis stared at Analret for a moment as the gruff clone dug straight into his food with military precision, and began to speak. "Coric tells me I can't keep you, Traxis."
It wasn't exactly the opener Traxis expected, but the topic had been much on his mind - as had Coric whom he wasn't exactly happy with. Still stinging from the medic's comments, he didn't censor himself as much as he might have. "I don't exactly have a desire to waste my life in a munitions dump, sir, no matter how absorbing."
Analret looked at him for a long minute, his hands moving methodically without having to look at the plate, his jaw a rhythmic, almost hypnotic symphony of carefully controlled chewing and speaking that somehow managed not to be offensive. “Whatever you want, Traxis, is irrelevant. You’ve a talent you shouldn’t waste.”
“For what, sir, inventory?” the words slipped out with disdain.
“For organization,” Analret corrected. “For weapons. Your knack with ordinance has seen my racks at least as organized as when I started this tour - perhaps better.” Leaning forward, he continued, not even pausing a moment to let the grudging praise stand by itself. “That means less down time searching for gear; better response time during a battle when the call for reinforcements or heavier ammo comes in; it means lives saved that wouldn’t otherwise be.”
It was probably the longest discussion the man had ever had with him, but Traxis was honest; with himself and with the other clone, both out of respect and pure frustration. “Thank you, sir, but being a Quartermaster isn’t what I had in mind. I should be back out there with my brothers not stacking the decees and charging power packs like a shiny who doesn’t know which end of his blaster to hold.”
Analret regarded him for a moment and then placed his utensils on the table. “We’re engineered to serve to the best of our abilities, trooper,” he informed Traxis, pushing to his feet. “Even most shinies have learned that it’s not all about them. If you ever change your mind; you know where I’ll be.”
Traxis watched the Quartermaster walk away, feeling the inquisitive eyes of his brothers on him, the speculation that would no doubt follow Analret’s arrival and brief stay in the mess hall already beginning. What was so important, the others would wonder, that it had brought Analret, the feared and much reviled Quartermaster, to the mess hall with the rest of them? And what, they would no doubt ask, had Traxis done to earn such a visit?
For a lot of them it would have been the first time they’d even seen Analret and, no doubt, the shinies who hadn’t had been immediately filled in with every slanderous rumor ever to have circulated the Resolute.
“What’s the big Q want, Traxis? Must be important to mingle with us shinies.”
And some, Traxis noted to himself with a suppressed sigh as Fives slid partially down the table down to ask the question, can’t wonder in silence, they have to come to the source. He glanced at the other trooper, noting that Echo was frowning at Fives and shaking his head.
From the corner of his eye, Traxis caught the other clones in the mess hall, at nearby tables, leaning in to catch his answer; Fives hadn’t exactly been discreet in the asking of the question.
“Nothing,” he grunted, knowing Fives would only barely hear him and oddly pleased when his brother had to lean in to catch the answer. His estimation of Echo went up a few more notches when the level headed clone pushed the others beyond him back with a firm, if missed, command.
Ignoring Fives, which was a feat in of itself, Traxis took another bite of his dinner. Stubbornly, perhaps a little stubbornly, he refused to let idle speculation over such a trivial manner ruin his dinner. Most of his brothers knew how to take a hint, but Fives wasn’t known for his tact or silence.
There was a heavy paused for several long moments, as if Fives were waiting for him to speak, where Traxis simply continued to eat, completely disregarding the annoyance that was starting to show on his younger brother’s face. Down the table, Echo shook his head in frustration, but stayed where he was, displaying the good sense to know when to let something lie.
It was no surprise, though, when Fives moved to take the seat that Analret had vacated and leaned forward, looking all the world as if he had a matter of great importance to discuss, his expression intent. “What’d you do?”
Traxis looked at Fives for a long moment, lifting his mug to his lips to take a drink, and getting a perverse kind of enjoyment from making the other man endure the delay. He set his cup down before addressing the question. “What makes you think I did anything, Fives?”
“Come on - Ret doesn’t leave his domain for any reason; why else do you think?”
“You think he joined me for dinner to offer a reprimand.” It wasn’t a question.
“I don’t know; you tell me.”
Traxis regarded the other clone’s eager, inquisitive expression for a long moment before the barest of smiles crossed his lips, the tug of his scars uncomfortable enough to kill it almost immediately as he put his utensils on his now empty plate. “No,” he finally offered getting to his feet. “I don’t think I will.”
Leaving a surprisingly speechless Fives behind him, Traxis walked away without a backwards glance.
Fives was looking for gossip and he wasn’t about to provide any. Let him, let all of them, speculate on Analret’s appearance tonight. By morning Analret would have set any gossips straight with his own brand of punishment and he would have more help in his armory than he could stand, leaving Traxis free to rejoin the integration exercises and resume that which he was born to do.
Somehow, the knowledge that one of those recruits would likely be Fives didn’t bother him in the least.
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When the shuttle landed the next morning, disembarking the flame troopers with their Selonian cargo, Traxis was suited up and on the training field behind Coric with several troopers he’d never met before, going through team building exercises.
Even if he’d been free, and known when the transport was going to land, he would have had a hard time finding an excuse to be there.
No matter how lonely he’d been the night before, how…unfulfilled, he didn’t have the right to be on the flight deck.
Coric pulled rank, ignoring the fact Traxis was still smarting over his comments, and hauled him back into the simulators, forcing an interaction with his brothers who, to Traxis’ way of thinking, were all talking amongst themselves about him.
He’d seen the way they eyed his scars; the speculation and contempt in the eyes of the shinies. He shouldn’t have felt the unspoken criticism so keenly, except that Coric’s words and Analret’s mini lecture were still ringing in his ears, especially without having a method of distraction the night before, and the reiteration that none of his new brothers had yet to even see battle wasn’t as comforting as it could have been. Adding to that was his irritation with Fives and his inability to leave well enough alone.
As a result, Traxis stayed with the group, keeping his helmet on whenever protocol didn’t demand he remove it, and escaped at the first opportunity. He was in no mood to suffer through another of Coric’s lectures and certainly wasn’t about to stick around to talk to a bunch of lunkheads who had already judged him and found him lacking.
He escaped as soon as the exercise and debrief was over, heading straight for the barracks, knowing that the others would likely stick around to joke and banter and brag. Part of him wanted to stay, but the cynical part of him knew he wouldn’t be welcome.
The shinies didn’t want the reminder his face was of what battle could cost.
Snapping his vambraces off as he walked, he left his helmet on, his movements deliberately precise. The opinion of a bunch of shinies shouldn’t have mattered, but they were brothers and, having been judged and found wanting by some, made him feel they all did.
The morning had eroded the confidence Blaze’s personal attention and Analret’s request had boosted, leaving him much the same as he’d been before the replacements for Torrent Company had arrived.
Reaching the barracks to find it empty, he flung the kit on his bunk with a gesture of disgust, his fingers tearing agitatedly at the straps holding the rest of his armor on. It didn’t take long before the vambraces were joined by the elbow and knee pads, thigh and shin guards and breastplate. His bucket went down with a clatter, masking the sound of the door opening.
He was too caught up in his internal turmoil as he tore the straps on his shoulder guards to shuck them to the rest of the pile, to note the sound of footsteps on the floor behind him. Shinies, his thoughts were as harsh as the pulsing pink lines that had yet to fade across his visage, another set of straps tearing as he hauled on the plastoid plating too hard, no fucking use for any of them. Let’s see how many of them come back from their first mission without a scratch - if at all!
“I know I was gone overnight, Trax,” a smugly teasing and familiar voice broke into his violent thoughts, “but isn’t it a little early to be lying in wait when I get back?”
The piece of plastoid in hand went flying as Traxis rounded on the speaker, the missile sailing with pinpoint precision at the smirking face of the other man.
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Blaze’s smile disappeared as he put his arms up in defense, plastoid slamming into plastoid as his vambraces took the brunt of the impact. It was an unexpected, and unprovoked, attack.
There was a moment of silence as Traxis stared at Blaze, his nostrils flaring as he breathed shallowly, his eyes narrowed, and Blaze took the other man in with a better assessment than what he’d seen upon entering. The fist that had thrown the missile was clenched and Traxis was trembling, his jaw tight, itching for a fight. He was furious about something. Enough that he’d reacted to Blaze’s tease with violence.
Interesting.
“Didn’t miss me then, lover?”
“Fuck you.”
Blaze’s eyebrows rose, already turning about the surprising reply in his mind and intrigued despite himself. He normally didn’t like his toys getting so uppity so soon, but Traxis had the potential to be a long term investment and the sooner he could build that confidence, the sooner he could tear it down into nothing.
But this… this wasn’t exactly confidence and he noticed that there was something within Traxis’ look that had nothing to do with confidence and everything to do with shame and hurt. The anger, Blaze realized, was a byproduct of whatever had wounded the younger man.
Things just got more and more interesting.
“That’s fuck you, sir” he returned smoothly with a cocky smirk, advancing on Traxis, using his slightly larger build to add to an intimidation factor.
“Fuck you, sir.”
“If you asked nicely,” Blaze retorted sharply, an edge entering his tone. Confidence he could handle; belligerence he didn’t appreciate. “For the record, Trooper, throwing your armor is not nicely.”
“I’m not in the mood, Blaze.” Traxis snapped back tightly, refusing to play the game and turning his back. Tearing the straps of his other shoulder guard with an audible ripping sound, he slammed it down to the bed with the others.
“And what if I am.”
“You can go fuck yourself, sir.”
Three weeks in the future, Blaze would have appreciated that defiance and enjoyed crushing it; today he was, instead, dealing with a wound that had sunk beyond the work he’d put into building Traxis up. He frowned; he hated it when people fucked with his things. Keeping his tone deliberately teasing, Blaze knew just how to encourage the kind of release Traxis needed and cracked his knuckles in anticipation. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Traxis, dressed only in his codpiece and boots over the regulation bodyglove, turned to glare at him. “Fuck off, man; can’t you take a hint?”
“Hints were never my strong point,” Blaze closed the distance and, intending to offer to ‘help’ rid him of some tension, but Traxis’ elbow snapped up and out, nearly connecting under his chin as he back tracked at the last second. “Fek!
“Go. Away.”
Traxis enunciated the words clearly, but Blaze was in no mood to listen. Traxis needed some kind of release and if it wasn’t a sexual one, it was certainly a physical one. His fist came in from the right, at the scarred clone’s torso and impacted just at the base of the ribs, his combat gloves encountering a flat, toned stomach that could have been armor in itself.
And unleashed a fury he wasn’t expecting.
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Blaze threw the first punch as the rage, hurt and frustration bubbled to the surface and manifested in speed and stamina within Traxis. Shaking off the hit as if it hadn’t fallen, he turned, catching the vambrace with hooked fingers around the edge near the elbow and stepped into Blaze’s body.
With a heave, Traxis tore the armored cover free and sent it flying as he used the momentum to send Blaze into the next bunk, hard. An ominous creek was heard as Blaze struck the frame, crouching, only to come back at Traxis with a lunge that caught him around the middle and sent them into the open area by the ‘freshers, crashing down on the table - which splintered almost immediately upon impact.
They hit the floor, rolling, pieces of Blaze’s armor tearing free as Traxis searched for a hand hold, a way under the other man’s plastoid shell. He wanted flesh under his hands, something that would give when he struck it.
Pieces of Blaze’s armor littered the ground as they grappled, Traxis taking a punch to the face and retaliating with an elbow, knocking the other man away as he recovered to get to his feet.
Most of Blaze’s kit lay scattered across the floor around them as Traxis flexed his hands, the fingertips red and bruised; a pain he’d feel in the morning. He quick stepped back close to Blaze, trading punches; an uppercut, deflected to the side; a block on a right hook that would have sent him sprawling.
Accepting the strike of a left jab, he caught Blaze’s hand a pulled. Using the other clone’s strike against him, Traxis folded around the fist. Taking Blaze to the floor as he tucked his knees into his chest, he caught Blaze’s body on the soles of his combat boots with a single heave and roll. The vambrace and gauntlet remained in Traxis’ hand, the body suit tearing with the force and violence of the attack.
Blaze let out a curse as Traxis sent him flying. Slamming into the bunk that he’d hit before, it shattered with a resounding crash.
Pushing to his feet, Traxis tossed the piece of armor aside, dropping into a defensive stance as Blaze pulled himself free of the pieces. Pushing to his feet with a growl, his eyes alight with a warrior’s determination, Blaze jerked at the straps of his armor, tossing the pieces aside in a haphazard manner. They dropped where they fell, intermingling with Traxis’ kit before he jumped straight back in.
Brief, furious, they traded blows, Traxis’ fists connecting with the side of Blaze’s face even as he accepted a hit to the gut. Blaze’s head snapped to the side, the force of the blow visibly surprising him, as Traxis’ knuckles cracked and Blaze started to step back.
But Traxis had underestimated the other man.
Fingers curled in the fabric of his body suit, biting into his flesh and the loud rip of fabric could be heard over his shout as he was sent staggering to his own bunk. Blaze didn’t let him go, reversing his momentum and dragging Traxis around and down, taking them both to the floor.
Scrabbling and clutching, jabbing at one another, they rolled across the floor, Traxis tasting blood as Blaze’s elbow connected with his face and his teeth cut into his lip. More cloth tore, Blaze’s fists finding purchase on the bare skin of his upper body. Growling, the adrenaline surging through his veins driving him forward, Traxis returned the favor. The clatter of their remaining armor, all but codpieces and boots, was loud as it hit the deck and stayed where it fell.
Hitting the wall square on between the shoulder blades with a thud that was jarring enough to stun him for a half second, Traxis stared at Blaze and Blaze stared back.
One of Blaze’s eyes was swelling, his lip cut, the blonde forelock that gave him his name was hanging down into his face, and his eyes were blazing with heat and-
Their mouths crashed together.
Lip, teeth and tongue dueling, Blaze pressing him back and Traxis using the wall at his back to forcefully push him away, following to maintain the furious kiss. The remaining of their body armor tore, discarded as they rolled a half roll, leaving them skin to skin.
Hands groped.
Grabbed.
Wrists twisted and pumped.
Hips lifted and then-
“Fek,” Traxis’ head went back, hitting the floor as Blaze’s cock surged confidently into his ass, clutching the other man’s forearms as strong fingers gripped his hips and held him in place.
“I,” Blaze withdrew so only the tip of his shaft was still within Traxis’ body. There was a sinister expression in his eyes, a wicked smile on his lips and a touch of cruelty in his motions, “am going to,” he surged forward halfway before nearly completely withdrawing again, “make you,” he shallowly stroked the inside of Traxis’ anus once more and pulled out, “scream!”
Surging forward with the last of the comments, Blaze filled Traxis’ ass with his cock and Traxis let out a harsh, appreciative expletive. The angle of penetration combined with Traxis managing to keep his muscles from seizing, meant total pleasure; the solid weight of the other man’s shaft filling him, completing him.
Fek - he’d missed this!
There were no more words as Blaze proceeded to pound into him, the anger of their fight carrying over into the near violence of their intercourse.
Submission was against his nature and Traxis, on Blaze’s next stroke, pushed back, drawing him fractionally deeper while pulling Blaze down and forward with a jerk of his hands. Their chests met, his painful erection demanding attention as Blaze’s was lodged deeply within his body. Tightening the muscles of his sphincter, Traxis followed the move with a push and Blaze crashed to his side.
Deliberately, Traxis clenched his thighs about Blaze’s hips, planting his foot and, using the traction on the combat boots, began to thrust his hips. Releasing Blaze’s cock from his ass before taking it with the same furious intensity as before, Traxis gritted his teeth as Blaze picked up the rhythm, his now free hand closing about Traxis’ cock.
Blaze’s eyes flared with something hot and dark, resonating within Traxis as their eyes locked, pupils dilated, clashing in a battle of wills.
Fast and furious, both demanding release, competing even in this, it was bare moments before Traxis’ whole body began to clench in anticipation of orgasm, Blaze’s hand working his length with a single minded intention.
And then Blaze changed the rules.
Withdrawing from Traxis’ ass completely in a lightning fast move, Blaze pushed to his knees. Breaking the hold around his waist and sliding Traxis back bodily along the ground, he levered one forearm across Traxis’ bare chest. Blaze’s head came down, his mouth opening as it encircled, and then closed furiously, about Traxis’ cock.
He jackknifed off the floor with the warm, wet pressure, Blaze’s hand pushing him back down as he cursed and swore. Hips twitched, surging forward to drive his cock deeper into the other man's mouth and into the back of his throat.
The pressure of Blaze’s tongue against the underside of his shaft was firm and sure and a direct directional counterpoint. Blaze shifted his angle, relaxing his throat muscles as he did and pulled Traxis' hips back once more before reaching around to grab him by the ass, pulling him forward and in.
Traxis groaned as the tip of his cock was lodged tightly within Blaze's throat, his fingers tunneling into the other man’s hair. Blaze’s hand on his ass slipped to his anus and his middle finger slipped inside, teasing Traxis with the continued sense of penetration and insertion.
Clenching.
Straining.
Blaze’s finger curled, stretching and pressing against the sensit--
His whole body clenched, arching as he swore violently, his cry echoing in his ears as his with a release that was as violent and sharp as the fight that had brought them to that moment.
He hadn’t even begun to soften when Blaze pulled away, used the opportunity to flip him to his front, and slid his cock back into Traxis’ ass. There were three consecutive thrusts, each harder than the last before Blaze tensed and groaned, the warmth of his release filling Traxis’ anal passage while the organ pulsed along with Blaze’s heartbeat.
Breathing heavily in the aftermath of the orgasm, Traxis relaxed, his eyes closed, his forehead on the floor, his arms belatedly coming forward to brace himself. Blaze was still lodged within his body, but hadn’t fallen forward.
Fek; I could use the contact.
The thought was idle. He didn’t have the cognitive power to form a cohesive thought as Blaze’s cock slipped from his body, leaving him feeling fulfilled- yet bereft.
A hand slapped down across his bare backside and Traxis levered himself up on his elbows, looking back over his shoulder to find Blaze grinning at him with a lazy, satisfied smile. “Now that is the right way to welcome me home.”
Staring at Blaze, Traxis deliberately looked about the barracks and then back to his lover, quirking his eyebrows. His voice was gruff when he spoke and slightly hoarse. “I’d envisioned less work.”
Blaze began to chuckle and then laughed, slapping his hand against Traxis’ ass again before pushing to his feet and offering it in silent invitation. They were both cut and bruised, the barracks was a mess, but in the aftermath of such orgasmic relief, he found his mood had changed; he was no longer angry about the comments of the shinies.
Or rather, he didn’t have the energy to be angry.
Reaching up he slapped his hand into Blaze’s and let the other man haul him to his feet. A quick glance around showed they had their work cut out for them in straightening up the barracks. Traxis’ lips twitched when Blaze offered him a roguish grin.
“Shower?”
“Shouldn’t we,” Traxis nodded to the mess, “clean up first?”
Blaze’s grin turned into a smirk as he turned towards the ‘freshers. “Exactly what I was thinking.”
“The room, Blaze.”
“Will still be here when we’re done.”
Traxis looked around once again as Blaze walked away, torn between what he knew he should do and what he wanted to. Blaze made it easy for him by stopping in the doorway to the ‘freshers, his smirk still in place, his words rife with innuendo.
“Want to come?”
The hell with it.
The room could wait.
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