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The Bachelor Party	By : Jade_Max Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Clone Wars Views: 5293 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: The Bachelor Party
Author: Jade_Maz
Genre: PWP [kinda]
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Cody and Fives and random Zeltron OCs
Summary: Commander Cody's Bachelor Party
The Bachelor Party

As far as bachelor parties went, the night had started off tame enough; Fives had arranged it at Rex's request, dragging Cody away to a high classed club, The Zeltron Zumba, in an area of town that none of the clones normally frequented for drinks and entertainment. Zeltrons, Fives had told Rex with a knowing leer, were far more open to 'this kind of thing' than other species, including Twi'leks.
Echo, Rex, Hardcase, Bly, Wolffe, Jesse and Kix rounded out the party and ensured he'd gone. A.. Bachelor Party, Fives had called it - though Fives, Rex and Bly were hardly bachelors - and a tradition he couldn't escape.
They'd collected Cody in a beat up speeder that Rex offhandedly mentioned General Skywalker had upgraded and modified to handle better. That should have been his first clue that things were going to go sideways; anything involving Rex's General never went according to plan.
A night to remember, Fives had claimed when Cody'd voiced his concerns; it was a night he'd only later remember in snatches and dreams.
A night never to be repeated.
Arriving at The Zeltron Zumba, the clones had been escorted through the main lounge into a private room. A round of drinks was immediately served. Rex, as First Brother offered a toast lost in much clinking of glasses, the shots promptly tossed back.
Here, with every fantasy at their finger tips, bottomless drinks, a blank tab and an excuse, the men removed their ranks for the night and were just that; men.
Men who had never sampled half of the drinks on the menu and who decided starting from the top of the list and working their way down was a good idea; each starting with the first letter of his name.
Men who decided that one of each dish on the menu was a must.
Men who had never been exposed to Zeltron females - except Fives and Echo.
Unknown to all but Fives and Echo, pheromones assaulted their senses the moment they stepped within the club. Battering subtlety against resistance, implanting suggestions of wickedness as they whispered of dark desires and uninhibited adventure, they beckoned the men to temptation. Illicit promises wrapped in scantily clad packages that strutted into the private lounge for the show almost an hour after they'd arrived, striking mirror image poses on opposite sides of the small stage, hands lined up perfectly on the single pole between them.
Veils draped every part of their forms, from head to toe, leaving only their eyes and hair free. See through, but for the fact they wore many of them, the men could see the women were mauve skinned and identical in all aspects except for their hair - one black, the other white. Giving their attention to the stage with Jesse's sharp whistle of appreciation, as drunk on the alcohol as much as the metabolic stimulus of the women's interest, they waited with intense anticipation.
Music began to play, a slow, heavy, heady beat that spoke of bedroom pleasures as the women writhed, sensuously sliding across the floor as they gyrated their hips and shoulders in identical patterns; mirror images of harem women dancing for their master.
Women trained for pleasures and sin... and craving carnal fulfillment.
Cloying, enticing, the heady scents of musk and desire filled the room as Cody was dragged towards the stage. Wolffe and Rex bodily hauled him into a chair near the front, Bly having long ago slapped an orange band to indicate him the groom around his arm. Fives slipped him another drink, which he promptly threw back, as the stage show continued, riveted by the action.
Another drink appeared in his hand as the first veil was removed, a single, identical tug on each knot; a slip of fabric and a flutter of cloth and the dance of a thousand veils had begun.
From that point on, things became a blur.
Veil after veil was removed, the women undressed one another, always in unison and always as if using a mirror, the veils sailing out over the men as shapely legs were exposed, a glimpse of flat, lightly muscled stomachs; rounded hips; the swell of breasts over tightly laced but tiny brassieres. Slowly, they released the pole, side stepping, turning in unison with the heavy, thrumming beat, their eyes locked on Cody.
Hands touched as they took one step down from the stage. Unspoken, Echo and Fives moved to assist, unconsciously mirroring one another and adding another dynamic to the show.
Cody shifted in his seat, already mesmerized and painfully aroused - for all he normally preferred his women a little more… vert, he couldn't help but be enticed and entranced. The mirror images approached in unison, sliding down to sit in his lap, identical weights, their breasts pressing together and against his chest as, to his shock, their lips met in a light, teasing kiss.
Their heads turned, pressing identically soft kisses to the edges of his mouth with their cheeks pressed together; kisses of promise and seduction.
Coyly pulling back, they separated, rising once more together, identical veils left behind on Cody's legs, revealing identical thongs lovingly bracketed by toned, smooth cheeks. Bending at the waist directly before him, they touched chests again, turning their heads as their hands reached up to undo the knots with the same sharp little tug.
The veils slid across their skin with deliberate purpose, revealing inch after inch of bare, curved flesh, catching on erect nipples barely hidden by tight scraps of fabric before dropping down before his eyes and obscuring his view. He was rock hard as he reached up and pulled the veil from his face, his brain addled and muddled from drink and pheromones, uncaring that his brothers could see.
This time when the women turned, extending their hands to him in identical poses, Cody went, his friends hollering and clapping, making a ribald comment or two as they, too, succumbed to the heady mixture of hedonistic freedoms.
Veils flew, more dancers joined the party, mingling with the men as the twins pulled Fives up on stage with them and Cody.
The feel of cool flesh on his heated skin. Lips touching his, emerald eyes flashing with fire, desire and mischief. Bare skin against his chest; puckered nipples hard points within softness against his unforgiving muscle.
Reticent hooks; the tearing of cloth. Soft, large globes pouring through his fingers; hard numbs of erect flesh digging into his palms.
Knowing hands down his pants; lips on his aching cock. A smile of satisfaction and flashing promise; anticipation
Being eased into a chair and lifting his gaze, his eyes widening with surprise at the image across from him as the women worked in tandem, Fives sitting in an identical posture to his. It was like watching a mirror as the women controlled the pace, straddling the men backwards, hands identically placed on their knees, close enough the crown of their heads would touch when they leaned forward.
The feel of the synthflesh being rolled down his shaft; watching as Fives received the same treatment with the same motions; the same firm touch of an experienced lover. Then warmth; pressure; the haven of the female form. Her hands on his; wrapping them around her breasts at the same time her body double had Fives grasp hers.
It was like watching himself getting slowly fucked by the dancer.
Incredibly erotic; illicit.
He needed a mirror for his bedroom.
Maybe two.
The dancers gyrated, impaling themselves on the hard, rigid cocks to the beat of the music, the song nearly drowning out the efforts of their friends with the rest of the bachelor party.
Cody couldn't tear his eyes from Fives, seeing himself in the other man, passive participants to the show, objects. Props to be used and discarded; he couldn't countenance it.
Growling, Cody squeezed the dancer's breasts, leaning forward to press a hot, open mouthed kiss to the back of her neck. Across from him, Fives did the same, deliberately copying his movements, keeping the show a mirror image; enjoying it as much as he was. Bucking their hips, the chairs shifted closer together.
Once.
Twice.
The third time, the women were within touching distance, closing it immediately, their lips locking together once more as they continued to ride the engorged cocks between their thighs. Soft hands left the larger rough ones of the clones as they still, even now, reached out with identical moves to grasp one another's breasts in one hand, the other slipping down to where they rode the men. They touched themselves, moaning, their eyes half lidded, movements matched and incredibly sexy, almost languid, rubbing both themselves and the shafts pistoning evenly within their bodies in counterpoint before grasping the balls of their men turned sex toys.
Fives leaned forward, and this time Cody matched his move, their grins nearly identically feral as they slid their hands, open and firmly, down over the dancer's bodies to grasp their hips, and, in almost the same move and moment, took firm control.
Their surprised exclamation would later be crystal clear in his memory as he'd shoved his aching cock as far as it would go into her tight internal muscles, her body flexing to accommodate him as he sat himself to the hilt. Both women wore identical expression of rapture as he and Fives forced them back upright, taking their hands in theirs and spreading them wide as the dancers planted their feet to increase the angle of penetration.
Still in unison, Cody's gaze locked on the image across from him, the fantasy complete, the haze of combination of pheromones and alcohol urging him onwards. Fives' eyes flashed in approval, catching his, and together the brothers lifted their hips to pound their cocks into the waiting, eager bodies of the undulating women.
The music rose to a fevered pitch, Cody and Fives unconsciously matching the pace, planting their own feet with growls that were lost to the pulsing beat, the symmetry of the dancers lost when the one riding Fives suddenly threw her head back with a keen of rapture a heartbeat before the other one.
It was enough, Cody's head tilting forward, his hips thrusting with abandon with shallow rapid strokes into the pulsating tight core, his eyes locked with Fives as they hurtled over the edge of passion. Cody's eyes finally closed, losing sight of his brother and the other panting dancer, slumping with his forehead against the base of the dancer's neck.
It was the last clear memory he had of the evening save one; Fives eyes gleaming with satisfaction and delight before wickedly suggesting they 'do the mirror' again sometime - and his own enthusiastic agreement.
Fin
Author's Note: A little something for a friend of mine; Happy Birthday Prudii! Sorry it’s a day late :D*grin* it's a style I haven't played with much but that's what the Muse wanted for this so I guess we'll see how it turned out... not quite what I had in mind *laughs* when I started writing this, but the Leprechaun, as everyone knows, is fickle.
Hmm, didn’t realize this had no actual dialogue until I re-read it for errors… wow… okay. Cool.
Enjoy!
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