(I let a friend name this chapter) (also full of made up words and wierd setup, a rated T version is in the works, but this is along the same path, the primary difference is how they react to Ezra's body and it is much more intense. Warnings will be added to chapter start. Ex: this version has mild dub con.)

It was in fact a "little checkup"

A doctor and nurse followed her into the room carring supplies to replace thrawn's bandages, take vitals and a bag full of medicines and machinery.

To Thrawns surprise the most intimidating piece of equipment was the Boogaloo. These scanning devices are among the most thorough pieces of scanning equipment in the known gallexy.

And the doctor used the scanning equipment to its maximum potential. Not an inch of intestin was missed (the clothes they were given had been designed to not disrupt the device)

Most interestingly was why they were paired; Ezra was not only 1/4 chiss (also 1/4 zeltron and 1/16 mirelian, the rest human) but he had the potential to carry children if given the right hormones and a bit more time to mature (the chiss Kel'dais, or womb does not develop an opening until full maturity is reached) and they were of near perfect genetic compatibility.

In an attempt to calm the young Rebel's nerves the nurse took it upon himself to explain in detail what was happening and why, although the amount of effectiveness that telling Ezra he was basically married to the enemy admeral had the opposite effect.

"Val law wisely requires that any males of rare or difficult to capture species are to be paired with the most compatable carrier available in order to start a captive population." the human nurse continued, figiting with a bead that hung off his civa (the choker style necklace of married men, he had explained earlier, not unlike the matching collars Ezra and Thrawn wore) "And as you are not old enough for the full job, instead you will be given time to bond with this very handsome man and live in the lap of luxury, in exchange for just a little bit of work. Doesnt that sound nice?"

"No?!" Ezra half yelled.

Thrawn shook his head, but tried to stay calm, "Ezra is far too young for me." Thrawn half snarled, "I will not bow to such a ludicrous and perverted order."

"You two either get comfy and bond" their 'master' growled back, "or i freeze you in carbonite until he is your age. I bet after a month or so of isolation with only your cold statue, pretty little blue eyes will be all over you. Especially if i lay you on your back in that tiny little bed."

Both Ezra and Thrawn shivered, terrified of such a fate, subconsciously leading twards each other.

"You must already know this Chiss, but That was the last time your mate will go by his old name." She continued, turning to Ezra. "You are Darya, isnt that a lovely name? And you, brute, will answer to Jauhari and nothing else."

"Or what" Ezra asked, trying to seem confident, "If we are so important than ...AAHH!" a harsh shock eminated from the collar.

"That. Now Darya, why don't you show me that you and Jauhari will make a good pair. Just a little kiss to demonstrate your potential."

The two prisoners looked at eachother uncomfortably, sitting side by side and arms touching. "I will not force you" Thawn said softly. "But I cannot promise that they will not go through with their threats."

Again, Ezra [Dayra] shuttered, closed his eyes, and tentatively leaned towards Thrawn [Jauhari]. The older man answered, resting his hand against Dayra's cheek with a gentle, tentative kiss, lasting a few too long seconds in an attempt to convince their captors.

Thrawn flinched when he heard the shutter of a terran digital camera, breaking the kiss.

"Your children will love a picture of their parent's first kiss." She purred, "I will leave you two love birds for the eavening. Dinner will be delivered shortly."

The nurse collected his equipment and followed her through the door, which sealed tightly behind them.

The second they were out of sight Ezra scrubed his face and jaw in disgust.

Thrawn stared off into space, eyes glazed over in thought. Val slavers break in new stock in about two weeks. If we are ever going to regain our freedom, I need to beat the most devious slaver from within her home base.