I have been writing as a hobby for quite some time, but this is the first time I have written a fanfic, and the first time I have written for someone other than people I know. It definitely is not cannon, but I am trying to fit it into the plot of Season 4 as best I can. This is utterly smutty, and it will probably get worse. If that is not your thing then you might not like this. For those who do, this will be a multipart story. I am interested in hearing feedback, and, while I have a good idea of where it will go, I also want to hear about where you think I should take it. Please review and comment! All feedback is appreciated! Thank you and enjoy!

Yavin 4 would take some getting used to. Sabine had been spending so much time on the run that having returning to the same place after every mission had made it begin to feel like a home. Yavin was new, unfamiliar, and filled with strangers. She did not feel like she was home, even with her adopted family. She felt like she was a guest among strange, new people she did not yet know if she could trust. Kallus was the worst of all. She needed to remind herself that he was Fulcrum, that he had helped to her at Skystrike Academy, and possibly saved all of their lives while feeding them information while endangering his own life.

Still, she could not look at him and not think 'Imperial'. He moved like an Imperial, spoke like an Imperial, and she had seen him through the sights of her blaster pistols in his gray ISB uniform, with his impeccably groomed sideburns and slicked hair barking orders to Stormtroopers too many times. He was cold, rigid, and aloof. She would always think of him that way even in the warm earth tones of the clothing that was given to him, his hair looks and unkempt, and his sideburns that were slowly turning into a beard through lack of attention.

Sabine would almost find the agent… The former agent, she had to remind herself, rugged and oozing with charm through his smooth, deep voice, but she knew better. His eyes were the same. They were the same cold, calculating eyes she had always seen. Worst of all, he had been watching her. She had only been on the base for a day, but she had already noticed that he had singled her out, let his gaze linger on her longer than anyone else. Now, it seemed as if he had made an excuse to help Zeb on The Ghost while she was there. They had stopped, and Kallus was watching her intently while she was making adjustments to her gauntlets. She wondered if he knew what she thought of him. She did not care what he thought, but she wanted his eyes off of her. It made her feel uneasy, as if he was dismantling her with that look.

It would be best not to challenge him with Zeb in earshot. The Lasat become fiercely defensive of Kallus, believing that he understood the Human better than the rest of the crew. If it were not for Zeb Kallus would not be here to begin with, after all. She did not want Zeb to have to take sides between them before she could prove anything. However, the young Mandalorian had to know what the man was thinking. A test was in order so she set her gauntlets aside, and decided to go for a walk.

Sabine thought perhaps she was paranoid. Every ten paces or so she'd look over her shoulder, but Kallus had not yet emerged from the ship. He very easily could have made an excuse come back outside, and continue helping Zeb load crates of supplies onto The Ghost. However, finally, after she had gotten about fifty yards away he emerged, bypassing Zeb, and following her. Yes, definitely following her.

At the edge of the landing pad she found a trail that led into the forest. Perhaps, a bit of exploring was in order. She could confront him in the woods, and set off down the trail. It was not until she was well away from the temple that she began to regret the decision. If something happened out here no one would hear her. She turned back, hoping that he had not followed her, but there he was on the trail. Kallus had caught up with her, and now there he was blocking the trail, arms folded over his chest. There was no way that she would avoid this confrontation now.

"You followed me," Sabine snarled. She had considered being coy, but there was no point in it now.

"I did," he admitted freely, crossing his arms over his chest. "But you wanted me to."

"No, I didn't," she huffed.

Kallus chuckled. "Then what did you come out here for?"

"What? I didn't…" Sabine stammered in protest, but she knew it was in vain. She had wanted him to follow her, or at least wanted to see if he would. Kallus was smart enough to see through any excuse she would give him. Instead she spat her accusation. "You keep watching me!"

"Because you keep staring at me," he retorted, still cool and just as smooth as ever. The amusement in his voice irritated her. She felt like a mouse trapped under a Lothcat's paw. Worse yet, Kallus was right. She had been staring at him well before she had seen him watching her. "Do you find me intriguing?"

Yes, he was definitely toying with her.

"No!" She snapped back indignantly. That might have been a lie. Her protestation made him smirk.

"Well, you intrigue me." He sounded just as smooth as ever, and the ease of the confession unsettled her.

"Oh, and why is that?" She growled, narrowing her eyes.

"Because you are an attractive, spirited young woman."

"Thank you, I guess," she responded. He can't be saying what I think he is saying. Can he?

"I am a man with desires and needs. You're brave, and adventurous. From the way you were looking at me, I thought that you would be willing to indulge me. Perhaps I was wrong."

"Indulge you with what?" Sabine already knew the answer. She was not naïve. She only realized after the question left her lips that it was a mistake to ask. She should have left, but now she really would seem intrigued which she was not. Was she?

"My pleasure, your body, and no expectation that I will be gentle in either of them."

Gross. He was at least as old as Kannan, probably old enough to be her father, and he had not only told her that he wanted to fuck her, but the manner in which he wanted to do so.

Sabine swallowed hard, but did not move. She felt her face flush bright red. Kallus leaned against a tree with a smirk. "Leave now, and this will end. I won't bother you. I won't even look at you… Or stay. It is ultimately your choice.

Sabine felt her face burning red, and felt herself shaking. Still she could not move. Would she did not want him to think that she was willing, but there she was, unable to move. She was, as he said, intrigued. Kallus could sense her doubt and his smirk grew into a smug smile.

"You have never been with an actual man, have you?"

No.

"You are curious…"

Of course…

"And you find me attractive."

Stop.

"I irritate you, I think, but you like that. You are a fighter. You like to stay on edge. You like danger even when you are fucking, don't you?"

All Sabine could do was stand there dumbly as Kallus picked her apart piece by piece, laying bare parts of herself that she did not even know existed.

"If that is not true then go. If it is come over here and show me what you know."

Sabine stepped toward him, and Kallus looked particularly pleased with himself. She wanted this, and despite finding herself suddenly willing she hated him for it. She wondered if Kallus could sense her bitterness, see it written on her face as she approached him. When she was less than an arm's length away he reached out and ran a finger under her chin. "You won't regret this."

Sabine slipped her hands into his jacket to run her hands over his chest, curious to find out what was under his shirt. He was toned and muscular. She found herself unduly surprised that he had a warrior's build. Of course, he would have. She slowly ran one of her hands down to cup his crotch. He straightened up, and took a step forward, pressing the growing bulge in his trousers against his hand. "I'm glad to see that you aren't shy going to be shy."

Sabine grinned then, relaxing as her confidence returned, she was in control and pressed back against him with the palm of her hand. She could feel the bulge hidden beneath the fabric of his pants, harden and grow. Kallus placed his hands on her waist, and pulled her closer while watching her, appraisingly, as if waiting to see what she would do next. She slipped her gloved hand into his pants, and wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking it lightly with her fingers. Kallus hooked an arm around her waist, and reached down with his free hand to unfasten his pants and belt, pushing them down over his hips along with his underwear, letting his nearly completely hard cock spring free. Sabine looked down, giving his shaft a squeeze to look it over for the first time. She guessed it to be a bit more than six inches when fully engorged, but it was thick and well proportioned. His balls were large, round, held tight to his body, and covered with hair which was a slightly darker red as that which framed his face. The color fascinated her, and she slide her hand between his legs to run her finger through it, before cupping his balls, and rubbing them lightly with her thumb.

Kallus let out a low, warm chuckle of amusement before whispering, "Like what you see?"

All Sabine could bring herself to do was to bob her head a few times.

"Then why don't you say hello?" He put his hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze before pushing her to her knees. Resting both of his hands on her shoulders, he moved to stand directly in front of her, his hard cock pointing upward toward her face. "You should give what you're admiring a little kiss in appreciation."

Sabine looked up at him. She was starting to find him lude. If he knew that he didn't care. He just kept looking down at her with that smug smile of his. She hated that smile and that low, sultry, smooth of his voice that went along with it. It was starting to make her nervous, and every time he spoke to her she could feel her face flush. On top of that, there remained a slight pang of fear somewhere deep inside her. She ran his words from earlier through her mind. He would not be gentle in taking what he wanted. He wanted it rough and now he was toying with her. He wanted her to be uncomfortable. Yet, the fighter in her, the fighter he had anticipated, want to prove him wrong. She leaned forward though and did exactly as he suggested, kissing each of his balls in turn. Then she planted a trail of kisses amidst the red hair on his groin around the base of his cock. It was softer than she imagined. He chuckled softly and she grinned up at him teasingly before she took hold of his rock-hard shaft and gave it a single kiss on the tip.

"Very good. Now, open your mouth." There it was. He was taking control. He wanted it rough, yet he wanted her willing. He knew he could not have her any other way. She could refuse or she could surrender or perhaps there was a third as another option. She still longed for control for some feeling of control, but she knew it would be hard won.

Sabine smiled coyly at him, licked her lips, and opened her mouth. Perhaps, they could negotiate on control later. For now, she wanted to see where this was going to go. He lifted her chin lightly with his index finger, and placed the head of his cock on her lower lip. She leaned forward, wrapped her lips around it, and began to suck on it, wrapping her hand around his shaft, stroking it.

"Oh, that's nice…" Kallus purred in approval as he ran his fingers through her hair, looking into her eyes. The corners of her mouth turned up into a smile as she licked the head of his cock. She was pleased to note that he tasted exceptionally clean. He bore only the slightest salty tang. She curled her tongue to stroke the underside of his head, and flicked it over the slit in the tip, while sucking, keeping her lips locked around his shaft. His fingers tangled themselves in her hair as his cock jerked in her mouth and he bucked his hips pushing it in a little bit deeper before pulling back again. "Good… Good, girl."

Kallus kicked his foot out of one of the legs of his pants and underwear that had pooled around his ankles so that he could widen his stance, and give himself greater stability as he thrusted. He moved his free hand from Sabine's shoulder to the back of her head, leaning into her with another thrust. This time the head of his cock just barely skimmed the entrance of her throat, and she lost her grip on his cock. He thrust forward again, this time making her gag, and her tongue lashed against the underside of his cock as she instinctively, but futilely, tried to expel him from her mouth. That seemed to only inspire him. . He began to rock his hips back and forth, rhythmically sliding his hard manhood in and out of her mouth.

He was fucking her face.

Sabine was appalled as she realized what she had let herself get into. She hated herself for ceding so much control to the ex-Imperial. She put her hands on his thighs, and dug her finger tips into his flesh. That only made him moan, and seemed to rile him up even more. She found herself glaring at him, and she dug her finger tips a little bit deeper into his thighs. He tightened his grip on her hair in response, twisting it around his fingers. His own eyelids were growing heavy as he became delirious from lust and pleasure, but his gaze never left hers as he ravaged her mouth.

You're going to pay for this.

Actual punishment was not on the girl's mind. A word to Hera and he would be sorry he had even come to Yavin 4. No, instead she had visions of tying up, riding his cock, and flaying him with her fingernails. She reminded herself that if she wanted any physical gratification for this she would need to see this through. It distracted her from the truth of the situation. That was that she had let herself be seduced by someone she barely liked, and he was choking her with his cock for his own pleasure.

Kallus was pushing his cock into her throat with every thrust now. She practically foamed at the mouth, drooling as his hard cock whisked her salvia, and its head prevented her from swallowing and barely allowed her to breath. The wet gurgling, and squelching noises that came from her were pathetic and shameful. Tears welled up in her eyes from frustration, and ran down her cheeks. What was she doing? What was she letting him do to her? She was an object. She was letting herself be used. Yes, he would pay, but for now her only protest would be her glare and her finger tips harshly raking down his thighs.

Then, unexpectedly, Kallus loosened his grip on the girl's hair, and slid his hand down to the side of her face, letting his thumb caressed her cheek, wiping away a frustrated tear. Her eyelids fluttered in surprise. She was able to relax as moment, and pull away to take a deep breath through her nose. He lifted his thumb to his lips and licked the tear from it then ran the back of his hand over her cheek. Unfortunately, her respite was short.

"Sabine? Sabine!" The voice echoed through the trees.

Shit… Ezra!

"Fuck…" Kallus echoed her sentiments out loud while looking over his shoulder toward the noise.

Before she could completely come to terms with what was happening, Kallus cupped the back of her head with both hands, and began thrusting like mad to finish himself off. Sabine flailed, and even punched him in the thigh just hard enough to be meaningful. She wanted out of this situation, and he was dragging her further into it. Ezra's voice was distant, but still far too close. The last thing she wanted was for Ezra to find her with Kallus's cock in her mouth. While Kallus did not relent she was relieved when he finally thrust down into her throat with one last, deep groan. He held her there, pressing her lips against his groin with his cock pulsing in her mouth while spurting his cum straight down her throat to her stomach. She gagged and squirmed, and finally Kallus had barely loosened his grip when she pushed herself way, falling back onto her ass, and coughing sending him staggering in the other direction.

"Sabine?!" Ezra was closer, too close. She was certain he would find them

Sabine tried to push herself to her feet, but her legs felt like jelly. Kallus looked around with a start. Sabine briefly wondered what Ezra would do if he found Kallus there, dragging his pants from one leg with his wet, with his freckled ass, and wet, half-flaccid cock hanging out. She sputtered with laughter.

It would serve the old creep right.

Kallus desperately tried to thread his boot clad foot back through the leg of looked over at her and growled, " Don't just stand there laughing! Help!"

Damn it.

If Ezra found Kallus, he would find Sabine too. She tottered over, still collecting herself, and together they managed to get the loose side of his pants back onto the frantic Kallus's leg. She event helped him pull them back up around his waist. He looked over as he fastened them, breathing heavily, and then grabbed her by her belt to pull her over. hooking his arm around her, he kisses her full on the mouth. She tense slightly, but as she relaxed he tilted his head to the side deepened letting his tongue barely part her lips before letting go of her and pulling away.

Sabine was left breathless and dizzy.

"I'm sorry we need to cut this short," he said straightening his clothing. "Do you know where I sleep?"

"I can find out," Sabine responded, knowing what he wanted without him saying anything, and surprised that she was agreeing to it.

"Good. Come after dark. I promise that it will be worth your time. I owe you." Kallus smirked. She was a little bit surprised

"Sabine!"

Damn it, Ezra! Your timing is terrible.

"Now go find your friend before he finds you with me." Sabine turned toward the direction of Ezra's voice, and Kallus headed in the opposite direction. "And Sabine…"

Sabine looked over her shoulder.

"You might want to wipe your face. You have something on your chin."