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Stuck Like Wolffe	By : NakedClones Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Clone Wars Views: 4124 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Stuck Like Wolffe
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“Stuck like Wolffe”

"Aw, kriff, it's stuck!"
Fives heard a whole string of cursing erupt from behind a patch of colorful jungle ferns.
He put down the two pieces of broken armor that he was mending using the Republic’s experimental new substance, “Magna Adhesi-Grip.” In lab tests, the substance was supposed to mend armor back to its original strength. He and Commander Wolffe had a few days downtime, as this sector was temporarily quiet of Separatist activity. So, they had been graciously volunteered by their superiors to do field trials of the new substance.
It was easy enough work. They simply had to blast apart some spare armor, then mend it back together, and blast it back apart again. The mending part was actually quite tedious, but Fives was enjoying all of the blasting. Plus, he could see the benefits of the new sticky stuff. It would be a handy thing to have a tube of the ultra sticky goo in his kit. It would be much easier to repair a broken piece of armor out in the field, rather than having to wait to get back to the ship for a replacement piece. The only flaw he'd been able to see in the stuff so far was that it was so sticky, if you weren't careful, you could stick yourself to the stuff.
"Are you alright back there, Wolffe?"
"Did I kriffin' sound alright?"
Shaking his head, and trying to hide his amused grin, the ARC went to see if he could go assist his brother. He was not prepared for the sight that awaited him.
He paused, gaping, before finally finding his voice. "Ah… Wolffe, am I correct in assuming your hand is stuck on your codpiece? Or, is this some kind of new greeting they've come up with in the Wolffe Pack..." he cocked his head to the side, as he studied the situation before him.
"Very funny. Now get your shebs over here and give me a hand!"
"Oh, I don't know, vod. You seem to have it very well in hand already."
With his free hand, Wolffe drew his blaster and trained it on the ARC. He pulled back the safety, and the look in his one eye showed his deadly intentions.
Fives put up his hands in surrender. But, found that Wolffe's aggressions gave him a strange sort of shiver that wasn't entirely unpleasant. He made a mental note that perhaps provoking the WolfPack commander was not exactly a bad thing.
The ARC tore himself free from his thoughts and focused himself back on the immediate problem, at hand.
Wolffe's codpiece.
"So, Wolffe, how you'd get yourself into this sticky situation?"
The 104th Battalion commander growled at Fives so deeply that he couldn't help but smile.
"This is funny to you?"
Fives raised up an eyebrow and stared pointedly at Wolffe's crotch, then nodded. He grinned.
The WolfPack commander sighed, then the tension in his shoulders eased, "Yes, I suppose."
"Come on! We're not talking life or death here!"
"It's not your codpiece that's stuck!"

The ARC stared at him apologetically. "Sorry. OK, start from the beginning, tell me what happened."
Wolffe sighed, "Well, I was gluing armor, like you, and then needed to piss. It's normally something I can accomplish easily one-handed and I wanted to get right back to work, so I didn't bother cleaning all of the glue off. You know, it takes a long time to get all of this kriffin’ crap off, and I figured I'd be back to work in like 30 seconds anyway. But, the moment I get back here, one of those kriffin' dago wasps landed right here on my..." he glanced down meaningfully at his codpiece.
Fives eyes widened. "You swatted at it with your glue hand!"
Wolffe nodded.
"Don't tell me you've got a wasp stuck under there-" Fives eyes grew even wider, as he thought of the implications of getting stung in the groin by a dago wasp, even with armor on...
"No," Wolffe shook his head furiously, then stopped, wincing, as the movements caused his stuck hand to pull in an uncomfortable way on his stuck codpiece. "It flew away." He blew out an exasperated breath and looked down, "It’s just… ah… me… down there.”
Fives looked around at the ground around him, suspiciously, "So, just to clarify, you never had a chance to-"
"No, Fives. I did not take a leak."
The ARC breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn’t standing in a puddle of Wolffe pee. Reassured, he took a deep breath and then knelt down in in front of the WolfPack commander. He studied the stuck codpiece with all of the seriousness of planning a major engagement.
"Hmmmm..." he said, thoughtfully, then reached out one of his armored hands to examine the area more carefully.
"No, Fives, don't!" Wolffe shouted, reaching down to stop him. "Some of the glue is still-"
But, it was too late.
"Aw, fek!" Fives put his hand on the codpiece, not realizing his error until too late. Now, he, too, was stuck on the crotch armor.
Fives tugged, and Wolffe howled.
"Stop!" Wolffe immediately put his hand down on top of Fives' stuck glove to cease his movements. But, this action only succeeded in gluing his free hand on top of the ARC's stuck gauntlet.
Fives immediately ceased his movements, and his eyes locked with Wolffe's. The look in his almond-brown eyes was clear: 'This is a fine mess we've gotten ourselves into, brother.'
Wolffe blew out an exasperated breath, "I was trying to tell you to be careful of the Adhesi-Grip. It had not fully bonded yet in some places."
The ARC gave him a wry grin, "It seems to have bonded fully now."
Wolffe gave him a mutinous growl, "Yes. It has."
"Does that mean the field trials are a failure?" Fives threw in a bit of humor, trying to lighten up the situation.
Wolffe wanted to shoot the cheeky ARC, but since both of his hands were glued to his codpiece, he could not reach his blaster. He closed his eyes, trying to maintain control. There was something about Fives, though, that reminded him of the playfulness of Sinker and Boost, yet, with more of a... darker edge to him. Being around the ARC was not entirely unpleasant, despite the fact he was constantly trying to make a joke out of everything.   The clone commander decided to make an effort to get along.
"Well," Wolffe conceded, "I suppose we can credit ourselves with succeeding with part of our mission objective. We have, without a doubt, glued this armor together, eh brother?” He met Fives' eyes, and gave him a small smile.
Fives was so surprised at this rare bit of humor from the normally serious commander that he stared at him in shock, and then his eyes widened. Then, he broke out into a broad grin, obviously pleased.
"Yes. Yes, we did."
Then, Fives hung his head down, apologetic, "I'm sorry, Wolffe. This mess is my fault. You asked me for help, and I... made things worse."
Wolffe was stunned at the rare apology. He found the humbleness an attractive quality in the ARC. He wasn't sure how to respond at first. He stared at where Fives had his head hung down, and was suddenly thinking that there was something quite appealing about this particular brother.
He could feel himself growing hard under his codpiece, and his breathing suddenly changed.
Fives detected his brother's shift in breathing and looked up in surprise, just as he felt the noticeable swell growing in the codpiece beneath their stuck hands. He looked up in surprise and met Wolffe's eyes. The ARC saw a sudden flare of desire and interest there.
Wolffe? Interested in me?
The steely one-eyed commander had always sent something of a shiver down Fives' spine, but he'd never thought to be desired in return. However, there was no denying the erection that was growing underneath his hand. Fives gave Wolffe's cock a tentative squeeze, and felt him grip his hand with his own, showing him how he liked to be stroked. Their movements were limited due to the glue, and when Fives tried to give too long of a stroke, Wolffe hissed in pain. The glue was still adhering to him in painful ways.
"We need to get your bodyglove off," Fives declared. "It's the only way."
New determination, fueled with passion, lit his eyes now. "I still have one free hand. It’s for the best.”
Wolffe thought about it, and nodded his agreement.
Still on his knees in front of Wolffe, the ARC deftly worked to remove Wolffe's thigh and butt armor. And, then, he tugged off those pieces of the body glove, exposing the commander’s bare flesh. Then, ever so gently, he eased one of Wolffe's hands completely out of his gauntlet, sliding his fingers out one-by-one. Together, they worked to then untangle Fives' stuck hand from his gauntlet, carefully easing his fingers out.
Wolffe hissed again in pain when one of the movements caused things to tug on a stuck part of his anatomy. The ARC cast him a sympathetic look, and then they focused their efforts on the last remaining challenge- the original stuck codpiece and glove.
With the other two gauntlets still hanging off of his armor like odd spare appendages, the two clones worked to slide Wolffe's hand free of his glove.
"Finally!" the clone commander declared, once he had released his codpiece. He stared down, where his glove was still attached to his rock-hard groin, with two other gauntlets on top of it. He looked up at Fives. "This will take some explaining when they come to pick us up in the shuttle."
The ARC grinned at him, "Let's worry about that later. Let's get your bodysuit off. That has got to be uncomfortable."
The weight of the bodyglove, with the gloves attached to it, was tugging most uncomfortably.
"Yes, this is a bit awkward, Fives," Wolffe admitted.
"Well, let me give you a hand-"
"Don't start-" the clone commander growled.
Fives gave him a cheeky grin, and knelt before him, tugging off the bodyglove. Once it was removed, it exposed Wolffe's jutting erection right into Fives' face.
Wolffe exhaled and stared down at Fives, no sure what he was going to do. The sensation of the jungle air on his cock gave him goose bumps along his skin. He wanted to reach down and run a hand through the ARC's silky dark hair and urge his lips forward. He wanted to tell him to: 'Suck.'
But, Fives did not do anything.
He just knelt there. Wolffe froze, not sure if he should leave, or say something. Should he head back to their camp and grab his fatigues?
Then, he felt it.
A light touch of breath across the head of his shaft.
Fives had leaned forward and pursed his lips. As Wolffe stared down, he blew out again, just teasing Wolffe's cock with a whisper of a breath.
"Kriff, Fives," Wolffe said, with a moan.
The ARC looked up then, and gave the WolfPack commander a cheeky grin that would haunt his dreams for many nights to come as he stroked himself and remembered this moment in the jungle.
Then, as if he had all the time in the world, Fives just touched the end of his brother's cock with the tip of his tongue. Wolffe couldn't take anymore and he grabbed the ARC's head, just as he'd envisioned, dragging it forward.
"Suck!" he harshly growled. He held Fives in a painful grip by the nape of the neck until he opened his mouth and obedient took him in. "Harder!" He commanded, pumping his cock into the ARC's mouth. He was so hard that he felt out of control. He gripped Fives' hair, and took him hard, thrusting for all he was worth. He thrust himself in and out of his Fives’ lips. He didn't let go until he had spilled his seed and forced it into his brother's throat.
When he was done, and his breathing calmed down, he looked down at Fives, who was wiping at the corner of his mouth.
"Kriff, Fives. You OK? I… didn't mean to be so rough." He pulled his cock from Fives mouth, noticing that he was still painfully engorged and erect.
Fives shook his head and grinned, "Don't apologize. That's the way it should be done."
He stood up, and grabbed Wolffe's still engorged cock in hand, stroking it expertly. "I see that you're still good to go." He reached around down and grabbed at his brother's balls, "And, I've noticed you don't like being teased." He gave the balls and painful squeeze, "It arouses you."
Wolffe yelped.
"On your hands and knees, now, Lieutenant!" Wolffe ordered, in his most commanding tone.
Fives immediately dropped to his hands and knees.
"Spread your legs a little wider," Wolffe growled, and the ARC immediately complied, with a shiver of anticipation. "I've noticed that you like to be ordered around." He grabbed a synth condom off of his belt pack, and slid it on his erect throbbing shaft. He could hardly wait to slide into Fives. The ARC glanced back in eager anticipation. Wolffe added a bit of lube for good measure.
"You're sure that isn't Adhesi-Grip?" Fives joked, looking upside down through his spread legs, his voice somewhat breathless in anticipation.
"Very funny, Fives," Wolffe said, groaning a bit as he lubed himself up, still sensitive from having been in the ARC's mouth.
"Because it's going to be hard enough to explain about the gauntlet's and the codpiece,” Fives added, peering back again, his eyes widening as he took in Wolffe’s lubed up shaft.
Wolffe shut Fives up by driving his engorged cock into him and burying himself up to the hilt. Both men groaned as the ARC tried to adjust to 104^th Battalion commander’s massive size.
"So tight," the WolfPack commander gasped, "Kriff Fives. I didn't think you'd be so tight."
Fives began sweating from the strain. "And, I didn't think you'd be so shabla huge. Fek. Wolffe."
"You had me in your mouth, Fives."
"Yeah, but I think you've grown since then. You’re going to rip me in two.”
Wolffe pulled out, causing both men to groan, and then slowly pushed himself back in, inch by delicious inch.   It was so hard to go slowly since Fives was gripping him so tightly. But, he didn’t want to hurt is brother, or cause him any permanent damage, so he forced himself to maintain control. To make his brother more comfortable, he reached around and began stroking Fives. He felt bad that his size was causing the ARC discomfort. Still embedded deeply within the ARC, he focused on jerking off Fives, all the while pretending it was his own cock he was stroking. It was doubly erotic to be buried deep within the ARC and stroking his cock at the same time and it was making Wolffe dizzy with pleasure. He wanted to begin pumping hard, but not until he knew that Fives was having a good time.
"Wolffe," Fives moaned restlessly, and bucked his hips backwards. The WolfPack commander thrust himself forward, and was rewarded with a deep moan from the ARC. He repeated the action, and was rewarded with an even deeper, throatier emission from Fives. He begin to establish a comfortable pace between them, gripping Fives' hips carefully so as not to injure his brother, but to allow him to penetrate deeply enough that he earned deep throaty moans in response.   "Yes, that's it, Wolffe......harder... more brother... more..."
By the end, Wolffe had pulled Fives up against him to maximum the angle of penetration and his brother was moaning wildly, demanding: "More."
The WolfPack commander was bucking his hips up as wildly as he could to maximize his thrusts, and was holding his brother's body as tightly against his as possible. When the moment of climax came, he emitted a howl that was worthy of his name.
Fives cried out a moment later, uttering his name, and throwing his arms back to grab him. Birds flew up into the canopy around them, frightened at the cacophony.
When they finally came back to themselves, hearts racing, Fives chuckled. He reached backwards, stroking his brother’s flesh tenderly and affectionately. “This field trial was a lot better than I thought it would be.”
Wolffe just grunted in response, too spent to actually speak. But, he threw an arm forward around Fives and gripped him around his muscular abdomen.
It was enough, a peaceful moment in the midst of the war.
Later, they would bathe in a nearby stream, and the water play would lead to another interlude between them. This time, Wolffe was determined to please Fives and showed him with his mouth and lips how much he had pleased him earlier. They just had time to throw on their fatigues, and toss their armor into their gearbags before the shuttle came to pick them up.
They declare the field trials of the new adhesive to be “inconclusive” and that they would “require further field testing.” When they requested volunteers for the next round of field trials, ARC Trooper Fives and Commander Wolffe were the first two to sign up.
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