SIDE NOTES!
~Smoulder you are not to hurt me after reading this... hurt Snipe instead.
~ It took me a while to figure out how these two would react to this so no flaming bad reactions or descriptions please.
~I do not have spell check on any computer I use (that's two BTW) so sorry for bad spelling. Trying to fix it.
~Please do not hound me to put up new chapters. I do have other things to take care of (a dog being one of them), and my parents would kill me if they found this. Please be patient with me, I can't work on this all the time. sorry
OK me rant is done, enjoy! Snipe be quiet about my grammar. I could be meaner to you ya know!
The battle lasted over four days with casualties on both sides. As the team's medic, Pulse did his best to preserve his brother's lives. Unfortunately, he could not save twenty. The mission they were on was suppost to have ended up as a dud mission. A loss for the G.A.R. But with Pulse they survived with only twenty dead and the base captured. The tides had turned for the better.
As his brothers died, he tried to ease their passing so it would be painless. He didn't want his brothers to suffer. He stayed with them till they had closed their eyes, never to wake again. The cold sting of death had no affect on Pulse, he had seen enough of it to become immune to its grip. Twenty deaths, some were shineys, some veterans, one captain, and a very unlucky medic.
He'd not seen or heard from Smoulder since the battle started four days previous. He worried about the 'bad-boy' commander, not knowing where he was made the medic uneasy. The only comfort he had was that the commander had not shown up in his tent with the dead or dying troopers. It meant he was alive, injured maybe but not in critical condition or anything severe.
Another plus was that the padawan he'd met before the battle started had visited him with and injured wrist. None of the other medics could set the fractured bone and they sent her to him. She had seen first hand how skilled he was in healing. She told him that more medics in the G.A.R. Should be like himself. He accepted the complement, but it had brought little comfort to him. His mind was a torrent of worry and anxiety. He doubted he'd sleep well, if at all that night.
But the end of the day, Pulse was exhausted. Splinting, patching, stitching, and rubbing anti-septic on the wounds of injured clones had claimed almost all of Pulse's attention. He was so glad Smoulder was not in the medical tents.
With all his duties complete, and no patients left to treat. He packed his things since he'd be heading back to the nearest medical base on leave. All the other troops from this mission would be on leave for a while as well to recuperate. He didn't expect to see Smoulder for a long time.
As he boarded the last shuttle to take the tired troops home, a few of the others clapped Pulse on the back. They were happy that only twenty had died on that dud mission out of the two-hundred and fifty that went originally despite being vastly out numbered. In the end, the only reason they succeeded was from the efforts made by Pulse and the other medics. He had told the others how to treat the wounds and could easily have been named the hero of the mission. But he was just a low ranking medical officer, not a trooper or a special beast clone.
The beast clones were suppost to be a replacement for the clone troopers; created by republic scientists, by merging the regular clone template DNA with that of an animal. The result was a clone that was faster and stronger than the regular troopers. So far they had proved to be unpredictable, because of the animal instinct that could not be removed without the clone dying in the gestation phase. The last group the scientists had thrust onto the G.A.R. Were all feline and many were killed over territory or committed suicide when their bodies started rejecting the animal DNA.
Pulse had mat a survivor from that last group. His name was Scourge. He was nice enough but was more irritable than most clones and was kept under the constant surveillance of General Skywalker. He looked normal enough aside from the black claws instead of nails, fangs, and feline eyes. He was also very territorial like the rest of his group. Males tend to kill each other.
Pulse sighed, he was just one in over a million identical copies of Jango Fett. He deemed himself as nothing special, just an above average medic. He wasn't at all abnormal.
By the time Pulse was assigned to his solitary bunker, Snipe had had enough of his alternate mind's self depreciation. "Pulse. Smarten up! As much as I was amused by your worry spell over that Commander, your pity party ends now!"
"But I'm-we're just one in over a million." Pulse countered weakly.
Snipe mentally kicked Pulse "Not to the eyes of your beloved commander. To him you are something somewhat special, I think. Look I don't even like the guy but; ever since he came into your life, you smile at him. You never smiled at anyone and here you are smiling at him. Heck even the guys you patched up today think you're something special. You're no medic, you're a doctor! Look I want you to keep smiling OK?"
"So you don't mind if we...?" the medic asked tentatively.
"Oh yes I mind! This was my body remember? But I'm not suppost to exist, so just keep those thoughts on your half OK?"
Pulse smiles slightly "Thanks..."
Snipe chuckled "Tell you what, when he comes to see you next-tease him as punishment. He is not to touch you at all."
"I thought you didn't like guys."
"I don't, but a certain commander needs to learn his lesson. Disappearing on you for a whole battle, no contact? That's just cruel. Making you worry is a bad idea."
"You just want revenge." the medic growled.
"Just a bit." Snipe smirked "OK yes I want revenge, but consider it."
Pulse sat on his bunk alone. The bunker was small, only one or two people could live comfortably in it. Pulse would be the only occupant for a while though. He was always alone when he was on leave.
Snipe was right in the respect that Pulse only ever smiled at Smoulder. What would happen if the commander died? Who'd command the team, and what would happen to Pulse? Smoulder was the only thing that the medic thought about when he could spare a moment.
While he was brooding, Pulse never noticed the bunker door opening. A battle worn commander stood in the door before walking in a few steps and closing the door.
"Medical officer CM-59-675." He demanded firmly with his hands behind his back.
Upon hearing his number, Pulse jumped to attention. "Reporting, Sir."
The commander chuckled "i though I told you," he began taking his helmet off "to call me Smoulder when we where alone."
When the medic saw his commander's face, he beamed and embraced his brother warmly.
"Ha ha! I missed you too, Pulse." Smoulder laughed. "Sorry I wasn't with you sooner. Debriefings you know? Heard you made quite the impression on the young padawan, She wouldn't stop talking about how you fixed her wrist."
"She'll forget about me in a few days." Pulse replied kissing Smoulder's cheek "But you won't right?"
"Never." The commander confirmed "I can't get you out of my head. Actually, the other morning is still nagging at me. Is it OK to finish where we left off?"
Pulse laughed "Well all of this," he said tugging on the others chest plate "should be off first."
Smoulder grinned and did as the medic instructed, removing his armour and under shirt. He didn't complain when he was told to lie on the bunk. He thought something was up but ignored it.
He never expected the medic to handcuff him to the bunk post using binders. They were snug around the wrists but not overly tight. He thought he saw Snipe during the ordeal but wasn't completely sure.
"Pulse, what's going on?"
"Sorry the good medic is unavailable." Snipe jeered.
"Snipe? What the heck do you think you're doing?"
"Helping a little medic have his way for once. Just a reminder that this body; you violated when Pulse didn't resist, is still mine. Now you'll know what he felt, what I felt!"
"What? You must be nuts." Smoulder growled.
"Mmm maybe, but remember I made Pulse so he's nuts too."
"But he's not you, so he's not the same kind of crazy."
"True enough." he said before switch with Pulse. "Sorry.."
Smoulder sighed "Well it only took me by surprise, but why the binders?"
"Snipe didn't want you touching me this time around." the medic admitted sheepishly.
"Well since I did technically rape you that night, I think it'll be OK, they're not tight anyway." he blushed slightly "Feel free to explore as much as you want. Not that I can really stop you anyway."
Pulse's face turned red at the latter and smiled "I'll try not to hurt you." he said kissing Smoulder, his hands ghosting over the commander's shoulders.
The stunned commander returned his medic's kiss, wanting to hold the younger clone closer to him; but the binders prevented that. He settled for battling the young medic's tongue for dominance of the kiss. He wanted Pulse to be satisfied but wasn't sure if he could go with the whole idea. Smoulder decided to try and make the medic work for somethings before he would submit.
The younger clone seemed to be teeming with life despite his frail appearance. His confidence surprised Smoulder, normally Pulse was so timid. When had the little medic gotten so good with his tongue? He was a virgin when Smoulder claimed him, so this was a small shock.
Pulse decided to try some possible ways of teasing Smoulder, though not really knowing what to do. He tossed off his armour and undershirt then gently sucked on Smoulder's neck, kneading the muscle in the restrained arms. Travelling steadily lower, Pulse relieved the commander of his lower garments. He smiled when Smoulder crossed his legs to hide his semi-hard erection.
"Talk about De-ja-vu." Pulse chuckled "Um May I?" he asked blushing slightly.
"I said you could explore. It counts..." he said closing his eyes "I can probably handle anything you can dish out."
Pulse; still unsure about the whole thing, parted Smoulder's legs and lightly ran his hand up the commander's length before fondling it. He was not sure what to make of his feelings, he loved Smoulder but what he was doing was alien to him. He promised himself not to do it again.
Smoulder resisted the urge to buck his hips into Pulse's hand, he was to remain somewhat still while his medic satisfied his curiosity. He hoped the medic wouldn't be so cruel as to not let him cum when the commander couldn't take any more teasing. He doubted that would happen, since Pulse was the best medic he knew, and medics were not cruel.
He let out a gasp when something warm and wet ran up the sensitive skin of his length. Opening his eyes, he saw Pulse licking it. Smoulder blushed a deep crimson colour, he couldn't believe how good i felt to have his medic licking. He went of a second loop when Pulse took the commander's length into his mouth and started sucking on it.
"Damn..." Smoulder groaned as his length continued to harden "Sooo amazing..."
Pulse stopped and moved o lie on top of Smoulder. Resting his head on the commander's chest he sighed "I'm not cut out of this..."
The commander shivered slightly "Nnn...Please don't stop..." he begged "You where doing so well."
Pulse looked up, downcast. "Sorry, but I just don't know what to do..."
Smoulder nearly laughed "Just do what I did to you then."
The medic looked up shocked "But-"
"It's OK, just don't think about it too much. Go on instinct." the commander suggested, blushing slightly.
Pulse thought about the suggestion and gently ground his hips into Smoulder's. Realizing that he was still wearing his lower garments, swiftly removed them and resumed what he was doing. The commander's pleasured moans urged Pulse on, causing him to moan and get ahead of himself.
"Blast." The medic groaned, stopping to catch his breath.
"You...Nnn feeling alright?" Smoulder asked.
Pulse nodded "Yeah, just got ahead of myself..."
The elder clone grinned "Well you better get inside soon, I can't take much more of this."
The medic went to prep smoulder, but a pair of strong legs pulled his waist forward. Smoulder looked a little frightened and unsure if he should let the medic take him. He hadn't done this before.
"Won't it hurt if I don't prep you?"
Smoulder frowned "No fingering my ass."
"Fine." Pulse agreed, bending over to kiss the Smoulder's inner thighs.
Lifting the commander's hips slightly, gently nipping at the skin. He slowly edged closer towards the commander's hole, but letting him get used to the feeling of him there. After about a minute, Pulse tried something that startled Smoulder. He slipped his tongue inside.
Smoulder gasped and squirmed "I-I didn't say you could do that!" he blurted.
Pulse put the commander down "You don't have much of a choice, Smoulder. You didn't want to be fingered, so that was the alternative."
Smoulder looked away embarrassed. He didn't want to admit he was scared, or that he'd never done this before. He hoped Pulse wouldn't leave him for it.
"You mean, no one has ever touched you there?" Pulse asked shocked.
Smoulder shook his head. "I never let anyone do me."
Pulse smiled slightly "Well I promise to be gentle, but it will hurt if I don't prep you."
"Part of Snipe's plan?"
Pulse sighed "He wants you to scream, I don't." he admitted, teasing his own length and shuddering.
Smoulder groaned as his erection throbbed "Just do it. I'm no stranger to pain, I can handle it."
The medic bit his lip. He didn't like hurting his brothers, especially not Smoulder. Licking his fingers, pulse coated his length with saliva. Not letting Smoulder know what he was doing, he lined himself up with Smoulder's entrance and slowly; gently, pushed inside.
The commander winced as the medic entered him, maybe he should have let the kid prep him. He moaned trying to ignore that pain shooting up his spine. His moan wasn't very pleasured so Pulse saw through it.
"It does get better, Smoulder." The medic whispered, letting the commander get used to his size.
Smoulder looked at Pulse, wondering what he thought when he was raped four days earlier. Was he going over medical procedures in his head, or not? Smoulder couldn't keep his mind focused for more than a few seconds at a time.
Felling a little better, he shifted, letting Pulse know he could continue. He felt that the medic wasn't being cruel at all, but a little too gentle with him. He kind of wanted the medic to be a little rougher.
Snipe; fully agreeing with Smoulder, decided to play a mean joke on the both of them. He caused a muscle spasm to force the medic's hips forward, fully penetrating the commander. Tearing flesh and breaking trust all in one moment.
Smoulder cried out, arching his back in agony. He screamed, pulling on the binders that restrained his hands. Grinding his teeth he tried to get away from the source of his pain.
"I-I thought you said you'd be gentle..." The hurt commander squeaked, barely able to speak above a whisper.
Pulse shook. After a minute, he slammed his fist onto the bunk furious. "Dammit,Snipe!" he growl before look at his commander's face. "I'm so sorry." the younger clone mouthed, reaching to cup Smoulder's cheek in his hand. His heart sank another level when he felt something warm trickle down his thigh slowly. Smoulder's blood.
"Sn-Snipe did that?" The elder asked shaking underneath the medic.
The medic nodded slowly. "Yes. He did..." he said shifting slightly.
Smoulder moaned at the subtle movements. To Pulse, he no longer seemed intimidating, but more scared and confused. It made the young clone feel worse.
Pulse went to pull out of the broken commander but the other's legs wrapped around his waist. Looking back at the elder clone's face, he saw that he was frowning again.
"Don't stop... I'm OK really." Smoulder begged "I want to know how you felt." He admitted blushing furiously.
"But, I-I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't." the commander replied sharply pulling the confused medic back inside, groaning. "Nnow...move."
Pulse hesitated, part of him wanted to continue; the other said 'no'.
Smoulder did his best to sound like he was fine. "That's and order dammit!"
"Y-yes, Sir..." Pulse mumbled gently moving into a steady pace. He couldn't believe what he was doing; how it felt, the felling of being superior, in control, dominate. All of it was alien to him. The medic didn't like what he was doing in the slightest. Looking at his beloved Smoulder, he knew he place, this wasn't it. But he was too far to stop now.
The commander started to moan with pleasure before crying out "There! Mnnn-it feels a-mazing..."
Pulse smiled and got a crazy idea. Wrapping his hand around the commander's length and stroking it, he shoved Snipe into the main conscious.
The other personality couldn't handle the rush of sensations and emotions, so he fainted bringing Pulse back in front chuckling. He couldn't believe how well that worked. Snipe didn't dare interfere again.
Smoulder raised and eyebrow confused. Pulse told him that Snipe had faint and the commander grinned. "Y-you're bad..." he laughed.
"Mmm...Smoulder, I feel so... so strange.." the medic moaned, he didn't realize the he was upon peaking.
"Nnn..That's good, now fuck me senseless!" he practically was screaming the last part.
The younger found himself moving harder and faster, bringing him to the edge. He was teetering on the brink. He was scared and wasn't sure of what to do.
But he didn't have to do anything. Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, Smoulder's walls closed around and he gasped as another alien feeling rode through him. He heard Smoulder cry out again, it wasn't in distress but pure pleasure.
As soon as Pulse regained control over his body, his arms no longer could support and he fell on top of his commander, who groaned at the extra weight.
"Didn't know you had it in you, kiddo. Binding a commander, screwing with him, making your other self faint, and also making me scream. No one's ever done all that before."
Pulse grinned "well some of it was Snipes idea."
"Seriously?"
The medic nodded and kissed the commander's cheek "It back fired on him though." he said reaching to unlock the binders.
"Why didn't Snipe want me to touch you this time?"
"To keep you from flipping me over."
"Liar."
"OK, Snipe didn't want you to touch me while I was suppost to be punishing you."
"For?" the commander pressed.
Pulse broke down "I was soo worried about you. I thought something had happened or that you didn't like me after that night we shared. Snipe got mad at me and came up with an idea to punish you; if you still did like me, for making me worry. But it was just a revenge plot that back fired and- I'm just so confused..."
Smoulder was shocked. To think that Pulse was actually worried about him made him feel horrible. With he hands unbound, he gripped the medic's shoulders and found that the younger clone was shaking terribly.
"Hey, sorry for making you worry." the commander said softly forcing Pulse to look at him. The medic's cheeks were stained by tears and Smoulder's heart sank lower. "I should've contacted you sooner." Smoulder told the upset medic "Everything's alright, Pulse." he said pulling him into a tight hug.
Pulse tried to calm don. At his current rate he would have another heart attack, requiring a medical droid to help him.
Smoulder decided to change topics by grabbing the younger clone's back side "Hmmm, nice ass."
Pulse grinned and playfully gave Smoulder a shove "Is that all you think about?"
"No. I also think about kicking clanker can, blasters, you-not just your sexy butt, and food."
As to prove Smoulder's point, Pulse's stomach growled. "Ha ha! You're hungry too huh? What do you say if when we've hidden all the evidence, we head down to the mess hall together?" Heard a rumour floating around about a new group of shinies being presented."
Pulse moved to lie down beside Smoulder "No groping in front of them right?"
"Right. I'll behave, but same goes for you, mister." Smoulder said with a wink. "Just kidding, I know you'll behave."
"Really? I feel like being a bad boy." the medic grinned before sticking his tongue out. "Nah. um... did you wash in a different kind of bacta or something?"
"No, why?"
"Different smell that's all."
"You smelt something odd? What did it smell like?"
"Not sure. It kind of smelled like burt plant matter."
Smoulder stiffened "Is it really strong smelling?"
"Kind of wh-" it finally clued into to Pulse. "So you not only drink, but you also smoke?"
"Mm... yeah." Smoulder admitted "You won't tell anyone right?"
"Heck no. But you are hitting the shower before we go to the mess."
"Fine by me." the commander grinned getting up and lifting Pulse off the bunk.
"Gah! What are you doing?" Pulse gasped.
"Just carrying you to your shower. Anything wrong with that?" smoulder asked walking to the private washroom. The whole time his medic looked uncomfortable. "There is, isn't there?"
Pulse nodded "It's not your fault though. It's just-" he sighed "I have bad memories about being carried away on a stretcher and hearing someone say I'll never wake up again. That I'd be dead within twenty four hours. It wasn't a nice experience."
"Oh. Sorry, you just seemed exhausted and I thought I'd save you the effort of walking over here. I didn't know you didn't like being carried." Smoulder said putting Pulse down.
"It's OK, you didn't know. I never talk about it." Pulse grinned hugging Smoulder "But if you do, warn me first."
"Sure." the other clone laughed, turning the shower on. "But, if you ever want to do me again, just tell me. I don't like the binder tactic."
Pulse chuckled and took hold of smoulder's hands, lifting them so he could see the damage better he nodded. "I won't use them again. They might tear into your skin next time."
Smoulder smirked and pulled Pulse into the shower. "I feel very lucky then." he said passionately kissing his medic, not caring about the warm bacta pounding against his shoulders.
When they pulled away, Smoulder nosed the other clones cheek and whispered. "I love you."