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"What's with this 'we' business, again?" Stopping to smile, Tsuki had reached out to Torian's arm. "You keep saying 'we' like this had something to do with you." Torian was standing up to leave after making his official statement but was surprised when the other Bounty Hunter had grabbed at his wrist. It was enough to stop Torian in his tracks long enough to look down at the grasping hand.
"If it's got something to do with you, then it's got something to do with me. It's that simple." Besides, you don't remember anything, is what actually Torian wanted to scream but refrained himself from doing so. Tsuki's eyebrows pinched together in the middle of his brow, looking frustrated as the squeeze he was going Torian's arm increased in strength.
"That's not simple at all!" Frustrated, he gave the arm a toss as he looked away. "Geesh…"
You don't remember what you said to me that night.
"How is that not simple? We're in this together. I got your back and you got mine, right?"
You said you needed me, and then we…
"…Of course I do. I just…" There was a round of silence between the two as Tsuki nearly grabbed the arm again, but hesitantly stopped midway. Making a fist, the hand came down to punch the mattress he was sitting on instead.
I don't know how much longer I can keep this bottled up.
Leaning in, Torian's urges could be felt as if the room was being pressurized. Those blue eyes were hard to resist or look away from. They were also extremely close…and…
"Boss. Boss." The earpiece beeped from the small end table, filling the room with Mako's voice. The tension broke as Tsuki hurried from being nearly pinned down in order to pick it up. Half holding the device close to his mouth, he answered.
"Yes? What?" Sighing, all of the muscles in Torian's body seemed to relax at once. He turned to leave, but was surprised when his arm was grabbed from behind. Looking behind himself, he saw the avoided gaze of his boss' eyes, hidden away by the messy white hair while still speaking to Mako over the com-link.
"Well, fix it then. Why are you bothering me with this shit?" It wasn't clear what Mako was saying back, but she didn't sound too happy. "Figure it out then! I'm busy. Yeah. Yeah. Alright." Pushing the disconnect button, the earpiece was tossed unceremoniously onto the end table again. "Damn girl. Always complaining about something…"
"She does that. It's cute though, right?" Finally looking up, Tsuki just shrugged.
"Be cuter if she didn't complain about every little damn thing. Like...you. You don't complain much."
"Ain't got much to complain about."
"Suppose that's true…"
Silence filled the room again and the hold on Torian's arm had yet to be released. Was he supposed to be doing something? Reaching down, the free hand moved on top of Tsuki's grip, resting without pushing it away. There was a shield up, and not the technical or energy type either. It was a personal barrier that kept people at a distance. The closer Torian got to it, the more he felt its resistance. "Tsuki."
Nothing; the green eyes moved to stare over at one of the rusted over walls, as if there was a window there. "Tsuki."
After shifting his weight, the Hunter finally responded. "You're worried about me, right?" His eyes returned the downward gave, even if one of them was still covered with hair. "You think I'm going to run off and not come back? Get my head blown off or just find Celi and never return?"
"Aren't you?"
"Maybe, haven't thought about it that far ahead."
The scarred lips under the decorative Mandalorian facial tattoo curved into a smirk. "You pulled me out of that trench, right? Damn guy had a few friends waiting trying to rob me. Good thing I got most of them, but that sniper shot me in the chest." Laughing, Tsuki finally had a moment to think about what happened. Torian had been tailing him the entire time on that run after all. "How long did you watch before you jumped in? My aim is good, but you had your sniper rifle too, didn't you? I shot a guy in the chest, you took off his head." The free hand moved to form a run and pointed its 'barrel' up at Torian's face. "Bang! Clean shot."
"…I was there for a while. Thought I could tag them before you took a hit. Was bit slow though. Snow blinded."
"You hate the snow."
"Yeah, gun nearly froze. Had to keep a heater probe up."
The bounty hunter laughed, giving Torian's arm a downward tug. It was almost playful and managed to pull the Mandalorian over. While they were nearly the same height, Torian stood just a tad bit taller. The height difference caused Tsuki to look up as his bangs shifted just enough to barely expose both eyes. The elegant writing of the tattoos showed a bit clearer, something he always wondered if Tsuki even understand what they meant. He had never bothered to ask, but he did enjoy how it looked; distinctive, like his own Mandalorian facial brand.
"You keep staring at me like that, Tor."
"I…keep..staring? Oh…well, I guess so."
"…So…are you going to do something or what?"
"That's the second time you've said that to me."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Why won't you remember?
"I should go." Turning, Torian moved to leave the room, leaving his employer in a lurch.
"The hell? The second time? Torian, what are you…"
The door slid open and closed just as quickly to mark Torian's sudden departure. Standing alone in his room, Tsuki just stood there with his mouth slightly ajar from shock as he was left alone. Any other person with the right state of mind would have taken this time to consider what Torian meant and quietly reflect, however, it took someone like Tsuki to not only get mad, but to also grab a pistol as he chased after the blonde. Instead of being yelled at, Torian found himself ducking from a red blaster shot which reflected off of the pipe directly above his head.
"Woah!" Turning around, he saw a very hostile bounty hunter with taped-up ribs, wielding a heavy durasteel blaster pistol that was probably already aimed at a major organ. "TSUKI! What the hell?!"
"You don't get to say something cryptic like that then walk out on me? Who do you think I am?!"
"Tsuki, what are you doing?!" Torian tried to walk up, but was forced to jump back as another shot was fired at his feet. "Alright! Alright! Just calm down…"
"I am calm!" There wasn't really arguing that this was one of Tsuki's calmer states. The fact that he hadn't shot Torian directly was an indication. "What the hell do you mean; I said that to you before?"
"That…" Looking behind, Torian saw a gathering of the other shipmates. It wasn't the first time Tsuki had chased one of his companions around with a pistol. Skadge and Gault both turned away with shrugs. The only ones possible upset about this were Mako and the droid while Blizz couldn't hold back his laughter. "Can we talk about this in private?" Torian's hands were up in defeat, lowering his voice. Staring, Tsuki finally relaxed the weapon.
"Fine. " He turned to go back into his room. Once the door had shut, Torian relaxed. Just as he was heading in there, he was suddenly grabbed by Mako.
"Torian! You can't go in there! You don't know what he'll do!"
"He's just sore right now. It'll be okay."
"Wh…Why do you trust him so much? All he does is fight with you and kill innocent people."
"Never seen him kill anyone that didn't have it coming."
"Does everyone have it coming…?"
"Most do. You just don't understand." With that he smiled, patting her on the shoulder.
"Keep looking into those names for me, alright?"
"…Alright."
Pushing the button on the wall, the door opened. Tsuki had already taken back to bed, injecting himself with another kolto shot. All the excitement got his wounds to seep again. After Torian returned through the doors, they shut on their own again but this time; he turned around to insert the code that kept them locked.
Standing at bedside, he then started to unhook the clasps of his armored chest piece. It unhinged, allowing it to be pulled over head. Once off, it was placed onto the floor to lean against the wall close to the bed. Unhinging the leg coverings were next, removing one thigh piece 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 armorings, 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 keep Tsuki awake from any sort of medicated nap enough to watch Torian undress without saying a word or make any movements to stop it. When straddled, elbows were used to prop the upper body up. A teasing smile crossed the scarred lips once again. "What are you doing, kid?"
"I'm not a kid." Getting pinned down so suddenly was both 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 still 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 with nowhere to go, even if he wanted too. Not that he wanted too.
"Nothing I haven't done before."
"Ha. Ladies man, huh? Figures…"The green eyes looked away as Tsuki's dark- tanned fingers reached up to cling to Torian's cheaply-made cloth shirt. "Let me guess, you and Mako doing things in my storage room? I should have you scrub that place top to bottom now."
"I meant with you. You don't remember."
Now, the green eyes looked directly. "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. His face twisted into a very obvious look called '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 big, 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 booze. It's a bit fuzzy."
"Was worried that 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. Uh oh. Pink flushed to Tsuki's face that was 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…?" Of course, the question was asked attached with a glare. It was Torian's turn to blush now, rubbing the back of his short, yellow hair.
"It wasn't…You are very demanding."
"I'm not demanding!"
"Yeah, 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 and it was a fantastic start to the well trained body of the young Mandalorian becoming even more exposed. The creases in the chest and abs were slightly reminiscing through careful touching as Tsuki's brown hands moved over the warm peach fuzzed skin, up to the neck and touching the face. Thumbs caressed the branding over the pale cheeks before 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…" Tsuki responded softly as Torian leaned over, keeping a smile on as he was obviously happy to be finally become affectionate again.
"Oh? How about…Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum."
As the word rolled off of Torian's quick and rather pink tongue, Tsuki looked surprised as he understood what it meant. His eyes narrowed, giving a scolding look while still cupping the scarred cheeks. "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've got to be fucking kidding me." Torian was perfectly seriously. "I…Shit."
The vows that Torian spoke of were the infamous Mando wedding vows that were often said during a private ceremony. Of course, it did make Tsuki now wonder just how many of those vows were exchanged in the bedroom. It couldn't have been that many. They were also very hard to back out of and there was no real going back on it…Not that he wanted too.
"Just…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 since he was always offering to cook, wanted to go on every mission and jumped 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 any honor in the choices that were mad. 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. "Are you gonna kiss me or just continue to breathe heavily on my face?"
The blonde laughed, cupping the tattooed face with both hands. Lips touched and hot breath was exchanged between their mouths and noses. Eyes, both the green and blue pairs, were shut tightly. Somewhere between being breathless, Torian whispered in common tongue. "I love you."
"You said that already."
"I did, didn't I?" While nodding, Tsuki was suddenly kissed again. Open mouths meant that tongues mingled. It was incredibly wet, warm, and slippery.
There was more of a rush to remove the rest of the clothes now. Belts were pulled off; pants unbuttoned and pulled down with their boxers, only to be tossed on the floor afterwards. Bare skin was exposed to be touched, kissed, and tasted. Despite Torian's aggressiveness, he was surprisingly careful with Tsuki's 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, his mouth aimed at the twitching sex below. Gripping the short yellow hair didn't slow it down; just as Tsuki's biting of his own 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 remembered to turn off the earpiece off that was still sitting on the end table. Pulling away, Torian had to reach over to medical gauntlet that had long been tossed to the floor against a bedpost, pressing a button on its palm 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 created a slight numbing effect when coaxed over Torian's fingers and in turn was smeared against 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 passed his elastic ring, though slowly at first. There were squishing noises were being created from their back and forth movements. It was tolerable, as the medication took away the sharpness of the pain this would have caused normally. Being rolled onto his back again, a flustered Tsuki looked up at an excited Torian. The unfastened brown leather pants were down enough to show that the blonde was more than ready with his bloomed manhood both excited and twitching.
How many times has this happened, Tsuki wondered to himself that his body practically moved on its own.
"Ready?" The throaty grunt in Torian's tone tickled his 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 afterwards was the product of brute forced combined with gentle chewing on each other's bottom lips. The intense biting was saved for the skin on their necks along with sharp fingernails digging into muscled shoulders.
Harder. Faster. Deeper. Over and over, the room became suffocating with body heat, although sweating did help with the friction. "More…", Tsuki called for.
"See. Demanding."
Positions changed several times. The stamina of a Mandalorian was nothing to turn your nose up at causing the screaming from both men to increase. With nose on Tsuki's spine, Torian released inside. The two bodies collapsed onto their sides and 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." Torian chuckled from the skin of Tsuki's back with his bangs being pushed around his wet forehead.
"But you understand me…It's easier…" Resting his chin on a folded arm, Tsuki could only nod as his own messy of cotton-colored hair. "I do…I spent many years with a Mando." Curious, it made Torian sit up from his otherwise laid down position on his side behind Tsuki. It was a spooning position that kept 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 his sweaty and scratched back self over, hissing as he did so, laying the back of his head on Torian's extended arm with the thin blue blanket that barely covered both his and Torian's bare 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 in confusion.
"The adoption vow?"
"I told you, right? That my village was taken by the Empire and that there were Mandalorians working with them. They were what stood between me and Celi escaping the planet." 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 with the Mandos to get Celi to safety…Ha…'Bargained.'" Torian knew exactly how Tsuki bargained and the body count that typically followed after. "I stole the guns of some poor asshole and shot them down, not to mention whoever else came over. Four, total…then I was surrounded."
"….You…killed four Mandos?" The blonde sounded not only surprised, but also a bit disturbed. How many years ago was this, he wondered. Why didn't he know about this before?
"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 with a pile of bodies of his friends around me. I guess he was impressed enough to let Celi go, but I didn't care about what happened to me." There was another pause to as Tsuki closed his tired eyes. "And…after he agreed, he then promptly beat the living shit 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 as it was starting to make sense.
"You were raised by a Mandalorian?" The green eyes opened back up as Tsuki's head nodded.
"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 by myself. He always talked about it. Trained me for it, so after about a year I got in."
Numbers started to be counted in Torian's head. "So, you're only 23? 24?" The blonde was shocked.
"Yeah? Why are you surprised about that? I don't look old!" Feeling defeated, Torian started to laugh.
"I'm older than you are…" Now Tsuki looked surprised.
"What? I thought you were like 19…if that." Torian laughed again, feeling good about himself. Rolling his body back over, he forced Tsuki to his side in order to be snuggled from behind.
"29."
