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Sun, Moon, Star, and Sky	By : Royality Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Old Republic Views: 2982 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars: The Old Republic, Bioware, EA Games, or Lucas Arts, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Standing by the bedside, Torian started to unhook the clasps of the armored chest piece. It unhinged, allowing it to be pulled over his head. Once off, it was put onto the floor, leaning against the wall close to the bed. Unhinging the leg coverings were next, removing one thigh piece off at a time. Both moved to the floor, on top of the chest piece. Sitting on the edge of the bed allowed Torian to unlock and remove the boot armor, which had to be taken off before the actual leather boots themselves. With bare feet, heavy leather pants, and a simple, long sleeve cloth shirt, Torian straddled Tsuki to look down upon the tattooed face.
All of the armor removal was loud. It was enough to stir Tsuki awake from any sort of medicated nap taken to watch Torian undress, but didn’t say a word or make any movements to stop it. When straddled, elbows were used to prop the upper body up. A smirk crossed the scarred lips.
“What are you doing, kid?”
“I’m not a kid.”
Getting pinned down was surprising, and a bit painful. The wounds were still a bit raw, after all. Nose to nose, it couldn’t be helped but to breathe each other in.
“You are a brat…Do you even know what you’re doing?”
Torian had a hand in the right place, cupping a tattooed cheek while leaning in. Tsuki was stuck between him and the mattress. There was nowhere to go, even if he wanted too.
Not that he wanted too.
“Nothing I haven’t done before.”
“Ha. Ladies man, huh? Figures.”
Green eyes looks away as dar- tanned fingers reached up to cling to the cloth shirt.
“I meant with you. You don’t remember.”
Now, the green eyes looked.
“Say…that again? What do you mean?”
Before any full contact could be made, Torian sighed through narrow nostrils. Sitting up, he continued to look down.
Irritated.
“After I got captured, a few weeks later, we circled back to Nar Shaddaa. You disappeared in a bar and I found you spiced out of your mind, clinging to some blue Twi’lek guy. Had to pull you off and take you back to the ship.”
To get the full story, Tsuki sat back up on elbows again. Eyes went to look off to the side, trying to remember anyone big or blue.
“…I sort of remember. Mako was doing something and I was tired of waiting…I think I got a cheap dose, mixed with too much boozes. It’s a bit fuzzy.”
“Was worried. You were gone a long time when I found you like that. Dragged you back here; put you in your bunk. Told me I had better make up for it, so…”
Jogging the memory, there were flashes of a rather fit body and…
Oh.
Pink flushed to Tsuki’s face, even visible behind the overgrown hair. Catching the look, Torian just nodded.
“Got up the next day to fix some food and when you woke up, you didn’t remember a thing. Kept asking if anyone suspicious had left the ship. Figured you couldn’t remember.”
“…Well, I didn’t. I still don’t.”
Scratching the back of his head, Tsuki gave a sigh.
“So, you’re saying that I…that we…and you never said anything? Why not? Was it that bad…?”
It was Torian’s turn to blush, rubbing the back of the short, yellow hair.
“It wasn’t…You are very demanding.”
“I’m not demanding!”
“Ya you are. Were like, ‘Turn this way, move here, kiss there.’”
“I DID NOT!”
The cloth shirt was pulled up and off, making Tsuki unclench it.
“You did.”
“…Why are you still taking off things?”
“Could leave it on if you want.”
“…Well it’s off now.”
Indeed it was. The well trained body of the young Mandalorian was starting to become exposed. The creases in the chest and abs were slightly reminiscing. Touching them helped, moving hands over the warm peach fuzzed skin, up to the neck and touching the face. Thumbs caressed the branding over the pale cheeks, moving down to the fuzzy chin hair.
“You could have fought me off, you know. Even if I was messed up, you could have put me down.”
“I know.”
“But you didn’t? Why not?”
“Didn’t want too.”
“That’s…not really an answer…”
Leaning over, Torian kept a smile on as he was obviously happy to be affectionate.
“Oh? How about…Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”
“You shouldn’t say that to me. What kind of Mandalorian are you? Save it for your spouse.”
There was another pause from Torian, as he looked serious for a moment, then shook his head.
“You really don’t remember anything, do you?”
“I keep saying that I don’t!”
“I was surprised you spoke Mando'a in the first place, but you said them perfectly.”
“…Said what perfectly?”
“The vows.”
“The…vows…the…Oh….oh, you’re not serious.”
Torian was perfectly seriously.
“I…Shit.”
The vows he was speaking off were the Mando wedding vows, said during a private ceremony. Course, Tsuki now wondered how many of those vows were exchanged in the bedroom.
Couldn’t have been that many.
Once said, there was no real going back on it…Not that he wanted too.
“Don’t tell anyone.”
Torian immediately perked up.
“You mean it? You’re not going to fight for a dissolve?”
Tsuki only remained quiet, looking off to the side yet again. Avoiding eye contact was his means of complying without having to speak. Besides, it wasn’t as if he had to wear a ring or buy a wedding dress. Mando relationships were based on bonding, fighting, family, and survival. He should have guessed that Torian felt that way. Offering to cook, wanting to go on every mission, jumping in the middle of arguments that had really nothing to do with him. He was protective, quick to defend Tsuki’s actions to anyone, and first to uphold honor. More importantly, he thought of Tsuki as family, despite spurning the chance to work with Mandalore. The green eyes moved to look into Torian’s.
“You gonna kiss me or just breathe heavily on my face?”
The blonde laughed, cupping the tattooed face with both hands.
Lips touched.
Hot breath was exchanged between mouths and noses. Eyes, both the green and blue pairs, were shut tightly.
“I love you.”
“You said that already.”
“I did, didn’t I?”
Nodding, Tsuki was suddenly kissed again. Open mouths meant that tongues mingled.
Wet, warm, and slippery.
There was more of a rush to remove the rest of the clothes. Belts were pulled off, pants unbuttoned and pulled down with boxers. Bare skin was exposed to be touched, kissed, and tasted. Despite Torian’s aggressiveness, he was careful around with the battered body. Bruises were avoided and fresh wounds were worked around. There was something familiar about all of this to Tsuki, but even the slightly of the tantalizing touches made the tanned body shiver.
“Where…Where are you…Ah!”
Torian had moved down between the brown and toned legs, mouth to the twitching sex. Gripping the short yellow hair didn’t slow it down; just as biting the bottom lip didn’t do much for muffling the chorus of noises. It was a good thing the walls were made of steel, and it was only hoped that Tsuki had turned the earpiece off that was still sitting on the end table. Pulling away, Torian had to reach over to medical gauntlet, pressing a button that shot a dollop of clear gel into his hand. It was just your basic antiseptic with a mild numbing to dull the pain. It coaxed over Torian’s fingers and Tsuki’s tightened opening between the legs.
The bounty hunter had rolled to a side, almost curled up as the quivering body was prepared. Fingers were pushed inside, slowly at first. Squishing noises were created from their back and forth movements. It was acceptable, as the medication took away the sharpness of the pain it caused. Being rolled onto his back again, a flustered Tsuki looked up at an excited Torian. The pants were down enough to show that the blonde was more than ready.
Excited and twitching.
Legs spread apart as Torian came forward. It was involuntary; a reaction that Tsuki couldn’t help.
How many times has this happened?
“Ready?”
The throaty grunt in Torian’s tone tickled Tsuki’s ear.
“Don’t ask me stupid questions.”
Of course he was ready. Feeling the weight of Torian shift, the length was pushed inside. Both men released their held breaths. Kissing was made with breathless forcing, roughly chewing on bottom lips. Biting was done to the skin on necks, fingernails digging into shoulders.
Harder. Faster.
Deeper.
Over and over, the room became heavy with body heat. Sweating helped with the friction.
“More…”
“See. Demanding.”
Positions changed several times. The stamina of a Mandalorian was nothing to turn your nose up at.
Screaming increased from both men. With nose on Tsuki’s spine, Torian released inside. Bodies collapsed to their sides. The splatter from Tsuki was covered with a crumpled sheet, pulled off from the corner in a moment of passion.
“Cyar'ika…”
“Ha…That again. Speak Basic, already.”
“But you understand me…It’s easier…”
“I do…I spent many years with a Mando.”
Curious, it made Torian sit up from his otherwise laid down position on a side behind Tsuki. It was a spooning pose, keeping himself as close as possible.
“Jorhaa'ir.”
Despite the command, Tsuki remained quiet.
“Tsuki, tell me. I can’t help you unless you tell me.”
“…Fine, but if you blabbing to Mako I’ll kill you. Kebbur ni.”
“Sa meh.”
Sighing, Tsuki rolled over onto the sweaty, and scratched back, a thin blanket barely covered his and Torian’s lower halves.
“Ni kar'tayl gai sa'ad. That was the first thing that was explained to me in Mando’a.”
The words were odd to hear from Tsuki’s mouth. Torian stared, blinking.
“The adoption vow?”
“I told you, my village was taken. There were Mandalorians there, working for the Empire. They were what stood between me and Celi getting away.”
There was a pause for a memory clarification.
“ No, that’s not true. If I hadn’t done what I did, we would have both been killed. I bargained my way to get Celi to safety…Ha…Bargained. I stole the guns of some asshole, shot them down. Whoever else came over. Four, total…then I was surrounded.”
“….You…killed four Mandos?”
“I didn’t have a choice. They were either taking slaves or killing those who resisted. Four was the count I needed to get even. The leader…He saw me standing there with the blasters. A body count around me. He agreed to get Celi out. I didn’t care about myself.”
Another pause to close the tired green eyes.
“ I…didn’t care about me. After he agreed, he beat the crap out of me and took me on his ship. Next thing I remember, I was in a bed busted up pretty good as he asked me my name. Told him and he said, “Ni kar'tayl gai sa'ad: I know your name as my child.”
Now, Torian’s interested had peak.
“You were raised by a Mandalorian?“
“I was fourteen…It was for about 8 year before his past caught up with him, and then he died. Poisoned. After that I started looking into the Great Hunt. He always talked about it. Trained me for it. Took me two years…”
Numbers started go be counted in Torian’s head.
“So, you’re only 24?”
The blonde was shocked.
“Yeah? What are you surprised about that? I don’t look old!”
Feeling defeated, Torian started to laugh.
“I’m older than you are…”
“What? Aren’t you what? 19? If that?”
“29.”
“Are you serious?! Holy shit!”
Covering his face with a hand, Tsuki couldn’t contain the laughter. Torian’s face crinkled up, lying back down.
“It’s not that funny…”
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