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Confusion	By : reulte Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Clone Wars Views: 4578 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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They’d been new to Christophsis, Gus and the rest of the squad, right off Kamino and as new as dawn. Punch and Sketch were brothers, inseparable for ages and stronger for being together. Gus knew that one day Punch would be a sergeant; he had that kind of personality and care for his brother troopers. Sketch was meticulous and detail-oriented, he’d made a great second to Punch. Gus wasn’t sure if they came together as more than brothers; he hadn’t seen them kiss or fondle each other but as someone with no experience in the matter, Gus wasn’t sure he would even recognize it.
Jester was with them, always questioning, always wondering, always excited to see new planets and people. Gus didn’t think his eternal questioning was a good habit and it might get Jester killed once they arrived on the battlefield, but he had good questions, usually good answers and always great stories.
Then there was the new guy to the squad, Twenty-three. He’d seen battle, you could see it in his scars and in the way his eyes were always observing, always flicking from here to there as if expecting an attack. He wasn’t very talkative about his experience, giving only short answers when Jester tried to draw him out with questions but they knew he had survived Geonosis.
The new sergeant’s name was Slick and he’d been one of the first troopers on Christophsis. Jester found out that he’d lost his entire squad in single battle protecting the refugee camp. To Gus, Sergeant Slick seemed like a hard, experienced trooper, someone to emulate.
They’d been there a week, the sergeant interviewing them first as a group then individually. He seemed to watch them carefully. Gus knew he wasn’t imagining that curious, calculating gaze when Sketch and Punch saw him in the corridor one day as they made their way to the gym.
“We’ve passed,” chuckled Sketch with a friendly grin to Gus. “Whatever it is.”
Punch nodded. “We went into the barracks, changed to work out fatigues then cleaned and packed up the armor without a glance from the sergeant.”
Gus noticed over the next several days that the sergeant had also stopped staring at Jester and Twenty-three. The few times he did look at them, Gus noticed a look of… disdain or maybe scorn cross the sergeant’s face. But he still watched Gus and he didn’t tried to hide that penetrating gaze.
Until the day…
Gus had come off night shift and was showering in the small quarters even as he heard the others dress and move out to their duties. Punch and Sketch on BARC patrol, Jester at the refugee camp and Twenty-three to the kitchens. It was odd how often Twenty-three was assigned kitchen duty though Twenty-three never complained.
Gus had come out of the shower humming Vode An and skimming the towel over his hair. He threw the towel on his bunk and went to his locker to pull out a pair of off-duty fatigues. Absently Gus was aware of the sergeant as he moved in the barracks but his attention was on his plans for the day. Another trooper had invited him to the refugee camp to help with the children. Gus had no idea what he’d be doing, no idea what ‘help with the children’ entailed, but the trooper had been enthusiastic and Gus had agreed.
“Plans, Gus?” Sergeant Slick seemed no more than mildly interested, as any sergeant should be to know the whereabouts of his squad.
“Yes, sir, sergeant. I’ll be doing some volunteer work down at the refugee camp.”
He heard the sergeant close behind him, but thought nothing of it.
Suddenly, Sergeant Slick grabbed Gus by the inner arms and pushed him against the wall, in the corner of the wall and the locker. It wasn’t a hard push but Gus was surprised as the sergeant’s body captured him in the corner.
Gus didn’t move; simply because an order wasn’t voiced, didn’t make it any less of a command. The sergeant obviously wanted him in this position. “Sir?” He turned his head slightly back in curiosity.
There were no words from Slick but Gus felt his hand move behind him. He frowned, trying to figure out what Slick was doing.
Suddenly Slick pressed his erection against Gus, between the muscular cheeks of his backside.
“You do a lot of running and jumping, trooper.” Sergeant Slick purred as he cupped one of those muscular globes in his gloved hand, patting Gus after a measuring squeeze. The sergeant shifted back slightly, stroking his penis between those cheeks then brushing the naked back of Gus with his hand. “Good muscular development,” he murmured as his gloved hand moved up Gus’s shoulder then down the bulge of his bicep. "It's important to stay fit."
Gus frowned in confusion. It hadn’t been this way on Kamino. He tried to shift his body, tried to turn so he could face the sergeant. Immediately Slick’s hand shoved his shoulder toward the wall while Slick’s body held the rest of Gus captive.
“None of that, trooper.” Slick’s reprimanded harshly.
“No sir,” mumbled Gus in confusion. He felt the sergeant move his arm then his bare hand was stroking Gus’s back even as his glove landed on one of the bunks.
“You’ve got sweet, smooth skin, shiny. Not like that k’atini, Twenty-three.”
“Yes sir.” Gus felt a lump gather in his throat. He felt the sergeant nuzzle his neck then, in contrast to the hardness of his penis, Slick pressed a soft kiss against Gus’s neck, sucking lightly on his skin.
“And you listen, you do a good job. No questioning orders like Jester. All mouth, no brain.”
But Gus could only feel the hard penis throb and twitch at his buttocks.
Slick was leaning against Gus now, kissing his neck and his shoulders, his chest against Gus’s bare back. One hand came around in front of Gus. Gently he stroked Gus into readiness, cupping his testes, sliding a knowing hand over the head of Gus’ now-erect penis. It felt so good and Gus made a soft noise of discovery in his throat as he relaxed against Slick’s body.
Slick was moving slightly, rhythmically against Gus and it felt good; relaxing and comfortable like Gus thought two brothers might touch each other.
“You’re ready, aren’t you trooper,” Slick whispered in his ear with a warm breath and tightened his hand around Gus’s penis as Gus testes drew up, as everything inside him began to tightened for what would come next “Almost about to come, rookie. Going to come all over my hand like the virgin shiny you are...”
Gus nodded. He’d never experimented with his brothers, had never really had the interest but he would come for Slick. Then he would turn and play with Slick’s hard penis in turn, do whatever Slick asked of him. There was nothing in the rules against this play during the troopers’ off times and Gus felt a tiny frisson of pride to know the sergeant had chosen him.
Though there was something in Slick’s voice that puzzled Gus somewhere in the thinking portion of his brain, he ignored it, moving in tandem with the sergeant’s body, leaning back then pushing his thick, throbbing penis in Slick’s fist, his testes curling up and his mouth opening as his head lolled back in pleasure…
For an instant, Slick wasn’t there but Gus was too far gone, already hit by the beginning spasms of orgasm…
He screamed into Slick’s hand as it came over his mouth in the same moment he felt Slick’s penis shoved into his anus, painfully rough. Slick pushed again and Gus retained sufficient coherency to attempt to relax. His own penis was still pulsing, hot sperm coming against his thighs though he hadn’t realized he’d fallen to his knees.
Slick had held him up, slowed his downward movement enough that Slick’s hardness was still in him. Gus shuddered as Slick gathered some of Gus’ semen from still sensitive glans and thigh then moved his hand to his own penis. Roughly he withdrew from Gus – only mostly, the thick head of his penis still pressing against and widening Gus – and slathered Gus’s semen around his penis and Gus’s anus. Without a word, he shoved back into Gus, thrusting hard several times then stopped, his penis still deeply embedded.
“You like this, don’t you shiny?” Sergeant Slick growled deep in his throat.
Gus shook his head. “No sir,” he mumbled into Slick’s gloved hand, still covering his mouth.
“You love this, don’t you, trooper,” Slick insisted as his penis pushed deeply into Gus.
Gus shuddered and shook his head again, tears of confusion on his face.
“Don’t lie to me, trooper, I know better.” Slick reached down to Gus’s penis, already erect again to Gus confusion. “Don’t ever try to lie to me, Gus.” Slick’s voice went soft, as if in sympathy. “I know better.”
Slick gave a final thrust even as his fist gripped Gus’s penis and pulled it, stripping more semen from it and Gus felt the rolling waves of another orgasm. But with the waves of orgasm came a whimper and something that felt like his soul splintering.
Though it was well known clone didn’t have souls.
Gus shuddered as he felt himself released from Slick’s hard grip and he fell against the wall, Slick’s penis slipping from his anal opening. His heart was thudding, his breath coming in sobs, his eyes closed.
“Look at me trooper,” It was an order from Sergeant Slick and Gus raised his eyes to see the sergeant’s erection, thick and hard.
“You don’t satisfy me, trooper. I’m not one of you.” Slick’s hand went to his penis and he stroked himself several times. “You can touch me, Gus. When we’re alone, you can stroke my penis to your pleasure. Your pleasure, trooper, not mine.” Slick grinned as his hand ran over the head of his penis. “You can take me into your lips for a favor. Maybe, on a day you do really well, I’ll repeat today’s performance. I’ll fuck you like you want to be fucked, line you up against...”
“I don’t want,” Gus began in a quivering voice as he shook his head again but Slick reached down and grabbed Gus by the arm then, once again, shoved him against the wall. This time there was none of the rhythmic, wave-like movement which Gus had found comforting and had enjoyed so much. The sergeant simply shoved it into Gus. Gus gave a cry of shocked surprise and pain but tried to relax, tried to lean against the wall and not let his quivering knees betray him again. It didn’t work as suddenly Slick’s head was at Gus’s shoulder and, instead of a kiss, his teeth bit down hard, drawing blood.
This time though, Gus could feel the sergeant’s orgasm, the hot semen inside him, the uncontrolled twitching of the sergeant’s body as he rode the waves of orgasm. “I own you, Gus,” he growled as his hips jerked, shoving his penis again into Gus. Slick’s arms moved from imprisoning him against the wall and came around Gus’s waist as the sergeant kissed the bite he’d just made then licked at the wound. This time it was Slick’s knees that were weak and Gus could feel the sergeant take strength simply from leaning against him, breathing hard as his penis finished then lessened and slid from Gus.
“You did good, trooper,” Slick whispered into Gus’s ear as his hand reached down behind Gus and did something. “I think I’ll make you sergeant’s second.” Slick stepped back, closing the fly then gave a neat pat on his groin. “Have that seen to, Gus.” He gestured at the bite on Gus’s shoulder.
Gus leaned against the coolness of the metal deck, shuddering in great sobs, burying his face on his knees as tears streaked down his face.
Gus had no understanding of why he cried.
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