Day 5, Undercover. Kalllus and Zeb go undercover at a night club. They get distracted along the way.

Warning: It gets kinda steamy.


Kallus' eyes sweep across the room, taking in every detail he can before it becomes too much. Pounding music and possibly a hundred dancing bodies make this sort of work difficult. Distinguishing drunken accidents from intentional diversions are nearly impossible to catch.

Having grown up on Coruscant, Kallus is quite familiar with these sorts of clubs. They grant citizens a fun night to act however they want, dressed however they want. Within reason, of course.

It's not unlikely to find disguised Imperials scattered across the dance floor. Mostly low ranking Lieutenants and Captains. Those who can afford it on their shore leave and have less on the line, should they be found out.

That's the exact reason why Kallus is here now, in a popular club on some Inner Rim world. He's dressed in a loose crop top and form-fitting pants, his hair pulled into a set of tight braids while his bangs hang free. The mutton chops are gone, a necessary evil for this disguise. With some added make up and color nail polish, Kallus can confidently say he looks nothing like himself.

And if that wasn't enough, the neon lights hide many of his strong features.

He's looking for a specific Imperial by the name of Karr Castin. He's someone with quite some intel and just stupid enough to fall for seduction.

Kallus' search is halted when a figure settles down beside him, the old bar stool creaking slightly.

"Mind if I join ya?" That deep, rumbling voice asks in a flirtatious drawl.

While Kallus may be difficult to disguise from the Empire's databanks, a Lasat is a whole different story. Still, Zeb insisted he go with Kallus on this mission, in case the man is more easily swayed by the taboo of a non-human.

And as backup.

Kallus would love to demand why Zeb is beside him now, when he too should be looking for their target, but he has to keep his cover up. Act like they don't know each other.

Throwing one leg over the other, Kallus turns to his partner. "Not at all." He takes a slip of his drink, making a show of acting tispy. "What's a tall glass like you doing all the way back here?"

He doesn't mean to, but Kallus' eyes rake over those lovely muscles and how Zeb's shoulders look in that sleeveless top. He never thought something could be tighter on Zeb than his Guard uniform.

Focus! They have a mission to complete!

Zeb's shoulders roll as he sits back against the bar. "Just makin' sure a beauty like you isn't gettin' too lonely, 's all."

This must be code for something. Kallus takes it as his hint to get closer, so they can whisper their information without looking suspicious.

After downing the rest of his drink, Kallus sets the glass down and leans over the bar, closer to Zeb. "Well, if you really want to make me feel less lonely, you'll escort me onto the dance floor." He knows the interest in Zeb's eyes is fake, but his heart picks up all the same.

His stomach twists at the way Zeb grabs his hand and pulls him into he crowd. If his cheeks weren't already dusted in blush, his face would be glowing red with just how close Zeb holds him, their bodies pressed tightly together.

He gasps when Zeb kisses him, large claws tangling in his hair. Without thinking, Kallus melts into it, all thoughts of the Empire and their mission escaping him completely. All he knows now are warm lips and a clever tongue.

"Kal," Zeb's breath ghosts against his ear once he's broken away. Shivers run up Kallus' spine. "I…I can't remember what I was gonna say."

"Shhh." Kallus rubs his cheek against Zeb's own in what he knows it a Lasat's kiss. It's Zeb's turn to gasp. "Just kiss me."

Sharp claws start to dig into Kallus' hip, a beautiful pain. "Don't mind if I do."

This kiss is more hungry, intense. It leaves Kallus breathless and wanting as he pulls Zeb closer by the neck, his own blunt nails digging into thick skin.

It feels so good. He feels good, pressed hot against Zeb's chest. He feels drunker than he's ever been before, the taste of sweet brotani and bitter soobara mixing on their tongues.

Those sharp pinpricks begin to crawl downward toward Kallus' ass, when their ear-coms go off.

"Kastin just went up to the second floor!" Hera's voice filters in. "What are you- oh come on, guys! Really?!"

"Ew, get a room!" Sabine's joines her, sounding more amused than disgusted.

They pull apart and Kallus immediately jumps into action. He tries to hide the uncomfortable tightness of his pants as he walks, as well as the cold that washes over him. He'd much rather stay pressed against Zeb, but they have a mission. A mission Kallus stupidly forgot.

But maybe, once they've caught their guy, he and Zeb can continue. Somewhere more private, hopefully. And with a little less clothing.