Mitaka whimpers softly and looks up at the man. He didn’t look very frightening compared to his last master. He was afraid of most people after him though. Mitaka nods quickly and closes his eyes tightly, expecting to get hit.
Techie’s face fell. “Wh-what I do is pretty dangerous…but if you really want to come with me, you can. Things won’t be easy th-though.” He looked worried enough for the both of them!
He didn’t let go of Mitaka’s hand. “I move around and b-buy and free as many slaves as I can.” Techie’s eyes glanced down at the very minimal outfit he was wearing, blushed to the tips of his ears, and cleared his throat. “You can change if y-you want. I won’t look.”
Mitaka hums softly and takes the clean clothes out of the gift that the man had given him. He slides them on before carefully stashing as much of the things Techie had given him in the pockets of the pants. “M-my name i-is Dopheld .” He whispers softly, a light blush coating his features.
He reaches out to offer Dopheld his hand. “I’m Techie,” he says, not wanting to divulge too much about himself just yet. This man seemed nice, but a pretty face can hide an evil mind. And in Techie’s line of work? You need all the safety you can get!
“I need to be on another planet s-soon,” he says, glancing behind them every few seconds, biting his bottom lip. “We can’t stay here much longer. The slavers w-want to wring my neck!”
Techie swallows hard. “Will you be b-back to visit me until I can leave the m-medbay?” He can’t bring himself to believe all this, actually. So many good things have never happened to him at once! The possibility that this is all a dream is too scary to consider, but his hold tightens on Hux’s sleeve all the same.
“I’m r-ready,” Techie smiled, and regretfully pulled away from his brother’s warm embrace. He’d already dressed in some simple, clean clothes, and he didn’t have anything to take with him. So Techie was ready to check out his new room!
Hux smiled and led his brother down some corridors to get him to the room. MD-38 followed them dutifully, unwilling to let Techie out of his sight.
They passed a couple of indifferent stormtroopers until a cloaked, mask, dark figure stopped them close to Hux’s quarters. “Hux,” he said. “I’ve been looking for you.” He glanced at Techei and fell silent for a moment.
“Not now, Ren,” Hux replied, irritated. “I am somewhat busy. Send me a request for a meeting to my datapad like everyone else.”
“Did you clone yourself? Did you actually make good on that threat you keep making?” Ren asked, seemingly not hearing Hux’s response.
Techie shrank under Ren’s heavy, accusational gaze and took a step behind Hux instinctively. His eyes whirred frantically as they darted from Ren’s face to the ground, unsure of where to look.
Yet, despite his terror, the comment stung. A clone? Techie was his own person! “I’m n-not a clone,” he said, careful to keep any irritation out of his voice.
This man made goosebumps break out all over his skin; surely he was dangerous.
Techie couldn’t help the visible shiver that went through him at his twin’s featherlight touch. He wanted to reach over and shove the tea into his mouth to avoid this conversation, but… Armitage was worried about him. Howeber hard this subject might be, Techie needed him to know. Wordlessly, he slid his hands to the frayed hem of his favorite yellow t-shirt and lifted it up to expose the deep red welts left by Brendol’s leather belt.
“He was l-less than happy with me yesterday. But today…” He left his stomach exposed and brought his hands up to cover his face. “Today was worse,” he whispered, voice hollow. “He th-thinks I’m disgusting.”
The last part had slipped out on accident, and his eyes widened behind his palms. All Techie could do now was hope Armitage didn’t pursue that specific thread.
Hux let out a visible gasp at the sight, his eyes widening slightly. He wanted to tear their father to peices for daring to touch Techie. Their father had always been one for classic discipline, but it seemed over the years the old bag had widened his definition of what punishment was. Hux touched the welted skin, wincing in sympathy at the sight.
“Oh, Techie.” He murmured, pulling his brother into another hug. He wished he could wash away the pain, make everything right. He wished he hadn’t abandoned his sibling when he needed him most.
He stroked his hand soothingly down techies back, his other hand carded through his brother’s long hair. He wanted to delve further into what happened, but knew he should give Techie some space first.
“It will be ok. Your with me now. How about we get some cream on those wounds?” He offered, hoping the small gesture would bring some comfort.
He held onto Armitage like a lifeline, but finally pulled away from the warm, safe embrace to nod and mumble, “That sounds like a p-plan.”
They’d spent years together sharing small comforts despite a hellish household. All the easy comfort of that intimacy returned as if they’d never been apart, but with a thick undercurrent of… Techie gulped and had to pull away from his brother completely, afraid the trecherous thought would be clear on his face.
Even worse, though the welts burned and ached, he wanted Armitage’s lips on them more than any ointment. Techie was well and truly fucked.
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