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.
“Wh-why the fuck do you smell s-so int-toxic-c-cating?” Techie pants, already shoving Dopheld’s pants down to finger at his rim while he latches onto a nipple and sucks a hickey onto it.
The sudden announcement came to a surprise to Phasma- along with a twinge of excitement. She always wanted to see what motherhood felt like, how she would act with a child of her own.
“Techie, that sounds, um… interesting,” she said, trying to hide her excitement.
A sudden fear overtakes him. “W-will you have to go out for missions while you’re, um, p-pregnant, Lenina? I r-really hope n-not!” If she’s denied a maternity leave or something of the sort, Techie will have to take it up with his own brother.
“I certainly hope not,” she said, her face falling. All her life, she truly wanted a child, to give them the love that she saw mothers give their babies while she was on Parnassos. This tiny, fragile being inside of her could be in jeopardy if someone wounded her- or worse, she was killed.
“I’ll talk with Hux, o-okay? That’s not going to h-happen,” he assures her, heart pounding. Techie is going to be sick if Lenina must continue her duties as usual.
The sudden announcement came to a surprise to Phasma- along with a twinge of excitement. She always wanted to see what motherhood felt like, how she would act with a child of her own.
“Techie, that sounds, um… interesting,” she said, trying to hide her excitement.
A sudden fear overtakes him. “W-will you have to go out for missions while you’re, um, p-pregnant, Lenina? I r-really hope n-not!” If she’s denied a maternity leave or something of the sort, Techie will have to take it up with his own brother.
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.
“Me n-neither… I don’t usually- uh, ever s-sleep with the people I free.” This had been his first time with anyone. “So, uh…c-congrats! You’re my first.”
Mitaka bites his lip as his eyes begin to water slightly. “A-are you m-mad at me? I-I’m usually n-not like this..n-not even in heat..y-you’re special somehow..” he whispers softly drawing small circles in his chest.
“How could I be m-mad? You’re perfect, Dopheld.” He means every word of it.
Techie’s knot starts to subside and he carefully pulls out, mindful not to hurt his unplanned lover. “I d-did okay, right? I’m a good alpha?” The thought that maybe he screwed up somewhere makes him want to throw up.
Mitaka smiles and nods, gasping softly and clings to him. “You were great dear…” He murmurs and kisses him heatedly. “Best heat I’ve had.” He purrs softly
A quiet sigh of relief is the only sound he makes after their kiss, and Techie closes his eyes, at peace. He’s on the verge of drifting away when suddenly his blood pressure spikes and he sits up.
“Shit! W-we can’t stay here, I forgot!” He hurries to pull his pants on and hops to the front of the ship as he wiggles into the left pant leg. “Dopheld, f-find a seat and strap in. The l-longer we’re here, the more chance I’ll get caught.”
Mitaka whimpers softly and slips Techie’s shirt on before sliding into the copilot seat and buckling in. He looks over at Techie and smiles softly. “W-where are we going?” He asks softly.
“There’s another slave auction on the next p-planet over,” Techie explains quickly, sweat beading on his forehead and rolling down slowly to the tip of his nose. He kept the ship’s speed steady and opened a channel. “Visitor’s vessel requesting exit, serial number 177489. Permission?”
There’s a tense silence on the other line…
Then: “Granted.”
“We’re in the clear,” he whispers to Dopheld, relieved. The ship takes off fully and Techie puts in the coordinates.
Mitaka smiles and leans over to kiss him softly. “C-can I ask you something?” He whispers, kissing down Techie’s neck gently as his heat begins to flair up again. He carefully slides into his lap blushing lightly and biting his lip. He swallows and rubs his neck lightly. “I-I don’t want you to get mad..but c-can I get a collar or something? L-like one of t-the pretty ones?” He asks softly.
Techie stills and turns to Dopheld, brows furrowed. “Collar? Y-you really want a collar?” To say he’s shocked would be an understatement.
Slaves wore collars. Techie had just freed him. But…did Dopheld want to be a slave after all? Techie looked hurt and more than a little confused. “Wh-why would you want a collar?”
Mitaka kisses him softly and threads his fingers through techie’s. “I-it’s not l-like that.. I-I just w-want to look p-pretty..w-will help me adjust..” He bites his lip as his eyes begin to water. “W-want everyone t-to know t-that I’m yours..” He whispers. He runs his fingers over the wounds on his neck from the metal collar.
He sniffles and hides his face in techie’s shoulder. “ I-i just t-though it would b-be easier on y-you..s-since you clearly d-don’t want t-to claim m-me normally..” he whimpers out, beginning to shake. He begins to doubt himself.
Fuck. Dopheld needed to take things at his own pace, not be pressured, and Techie was screwing everything up!
“I’m s-sorry, Dopheld… If you want a collar, you’ve got one.” He ran his fingertips softly over the previous collar’s scars. “We’ll get you a softer one, huh? Something pretty to m-match your eyes.”
Mitaka blushes lightly and nods, leaning into his touch. “T-thank you,l-love..” He whispers and kisses him softly. He nuzzles Techie’s throat lightly and moans softly. “I-I feel hot again..”
Uh oh. His pupils dilate so suddenly they whirr audibly, and Techie looks around the cockpit for the autopilot button, somewhat crazed. Already he’s aroused again, they both are, and all this heat business is rather ridiculous…but sexy as well.
He turns autopilot on and pulls Dopheld into his lap for a french kiss.
“Yeah. Sounds g-good, Armie.” The nickname gives him an intense flashback to a moment frozen in time:
Giggling about something with his brother under the covers, safe and warm with only the light of the moon from their window illuminating the room. A ceiling fan hums quietly, reassuring. Techie hooks his leg around Armitage’s. He could have kissed him. Would have, if he wasn’t on the verge of sleep and sinking fast into dreams. ”Armie,” had been his last whispered word, like a prayer, before he fell into a deep sleep pressed against his brother’s chest.
Abruptly, he returns to himself and stands up. Too late he realizes he’s still clutching the cushion like a lifeline as he follows Hux into his bedroom. Techie screeches to a halt in the doorway, afraid to go inside. The minute he steps into this intimate space, he’ll destroy the innocence of it somehow. Of that, he’s sure.
But there’s no getting around it; in he goes. The minute his eyes land on Hux’s bed, all the air is shoved out of his lungs like he’s been punched. The room smells strongly of his brother’s uniquely pleasing scent… but the bed is the jackpot.
Hux stands in the room, not sure what to say. Techie will be sleeping in his bed soon, warm body pressed in the sheets. His brother’s smell will be on his sheets, on the pillows, everywhere.
Hux curls and uncurls his fists to calm himself down. Its similar to when they were kids, yet different at the same time. They had shared a room well into their teens, Hux taking the top bunk and Techie the lower. They were so accustomed to sharing everything, doing everything together.
It made Hux sad to think about it. How little he had kept in contact with Techie when he moved. Yet, at the same time, it was for the best.
Ever since puberty, maybe even before, he had been having lustful thoughts about his twin. Brotherly love began transforming into something more sidious, darker. Even now with something as innocent as Techie sleeping in his bed he was having lustful thoughts, and it sickened him.
Techie would leave and never come back if he knew.
“I have sweatpants you can wear in the dresser, and if you need anything I will be in the living room.” He said, breaking the silence.
As though hypnotized, Techie drifts towards the bed and runs his fingertips over the soft comforter, reverent. Hardly any of Hux’s words got through to him. He was hot from the tips of his toes to the top of his head, and it took all of his willpower to not slide onto the bed and stuff a pillow into his face to try and absorb every little iota of Armitage’s scent.
Instead, he manages to face Hux again and smile, placing the cushion down. “There. A p-personal touch,” he laughs. It probably came out a little breathless.
“Thanks, Armie. I’ll undress and get some sleep, I r-really need it.” He hadn’t consciously taken that suggestive tone on “undress” but hopefully his twin doesn’t notice. Techie knows full well he won’t be sleeping for quite some time once Hux leaves…
Going over to the dresser, he takes out the sweatpants and starts working at the few buttons on his shirt. It won’t affect Hux like it would to me, were the situations reversed, Techie thinks. He’s the pervert, not Armitage.
Hux flustered, eyes focusing on Techie as his brother begain undressing. He knows, logically, as twins they have the same body. Yet, each sliver of skin exposed as Techie starts undoing his shirt makes Hux’s cock twitch in his pants.
It takes him a moment to snap out of his trance, realizing he had been staring like a utter pervert. Standing in his bedroom, watching his twin undress like a creep while getting aroused. Fuck.
“I’ll..I’ll let you get to sleep. I have to…I have some work to do on my Ipad.” He mumbles, escaping the room as fast as his feet will take him. He rushes to the living room, moving millie off of the table where she was sleeping on his Ipad.
He sits and begins looking at reports, but he isnt paying attention to what he is reading. All he can think about is Techie upstairs, undressing in his room. He could have even swore Techie had sultry said the word ‘undress’.
But no. His mind was telling him what he wanted to hear.
Abcentmindedly he began pressing his free hand against his crotch, easing the tension he felt from seeing Techie disrobe.
The minute Hux is gone, Techie makes like a maniac for the door and turns the lock. He slips out of his pants and tosses himself face down onto the bed. Fuck, it smells divine. There’s a hint of the cologne he’s used since they were teenagers, and an undercurrent of that sexy as hell, indescribable scent that is purely Armitage.
Techie buries his face into the pillow and starts to grow heavy between his legs… He shifts his hips. It’s enough to make his lower stomach pool with warmth, and Techie slowly, cautiously, humps against the bed. Every inch of his skin heats up, his cheeks flush. This is Armitage’s bed, his, and he sleeps here, dreams here, touches himself until he cums here…!
It’s all too much; he’s careening towards an orgasm at a breakneck pace. His breathing grows heavy and his frantic thrusts speed up until the bed creaks and groans.
Armie, f-fuck, I need you! Touch me, kiss- ah, mmm, p-please…!
“I, um, just wanted some c-copper wires,” Techie admits, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “There are these t-tiny figures I like to make with them, b-but I left all of my wire friends behind at Peach Trees.” This is such an embarrassing thing to say! Techie convinces himself that he isn’t a child to be needing his toys, like MaMa used to say before she’d crush them under her heel.
“Oh,” Hux said, looking a little uncomfortable. “I apologize. I didn’t think… I just wanted to get you out of there so badly, I didn’t think of taking the time to let you gather your things. Of course you can have all of the wire you want. Is there anything else I could replace for you?”
“That’s all, really. You’ve d-done more than enough,” Techie mumbles, shy once again. “Going b-back for my stuff was a shitty idea anyway! We’d get our h-heads blown off.”
Techie follows Hux to the door and stands by it, waiting to say goodbye to his brother and have some time to relax by himself. It’s been an eventful few weeks, that’s for sure! But he’s excited to meet everyone else formally, to get assigned his own job, and to meet with Hux as frequently as possible. There’s much catching up to do, years and years worth of it.
Hux wasn’t there too often for the next couple of days. He had a lot of his own work to catch up on, and he mostly made sure Bill’s droid sent him updates, and that he could drop in to chat every day for just a couple of hours.
Until, one day, exhausted from doing his work at all the hours of day and night on top of giving all his free time to Bill, he actually fell asleep in his chair in the middle of their conversation.
Techie had been chattering about his day (mostly small, silly things, but it made him happy that Hux wanted to listen) when Hux suddenly pitched forward and fell asleep on the table.
He jumped up and was ready to panic, but- oh! He was asleep, not hurt. Thank the stars. Techie shrugged off his jacket and placed it gently over his brother’s shoulders.
Hux shivered at the touch and woke up, sitting up to look around. “Huh? What? I…” He looked around and his eyes locked on his brother. “Kriff. Did I fall asleep? I’m sorry…” He rubbed at his eyes. “It’s been a long day.”
Techie gives a fond huff and places his hand gently on Armitage’s shoulder. “You can always sleep h-here, whenever you want to get away.” He pauses and adds, “Did something big h-happen?”
Kylo Ren, in full uniform, mask and hood on, knocked on the door to General Hux’s brother’s room. It was still shocking that Hux had a brother whom he wanted to help. But he was willing to give it a try.
Disheveled and lacking sleep, Techie slunk out of bed and staggered over to the door, typing in the unlock code and watching it whoosh open with glassy, red-rimmed eyes. He hadn’t slept in close to five cycles now, and at any moment he was liable to be knocked over by a stray breeze of recycled air.
When he sees who it is at the door, Techie freezes.
Kylo stared at the man, frozen as well for a moment. The man did not look well, and something inside of him made him feel… Bad for the boy.
“General Hux expressed a wish for us to become acquainted,” he finally said. “Is it a bad time?”
“Ah, n-no,” he replies, unfocused gaze drifting around a spot somewhere behind Ren. “You can…come inside.” Techie shifts to press himself against the doorway, a rather nonsensical way of letting him pass.
Kylo hesitated but entered the room and looked around. He then reached out to take his helmet off. “I do not mean to intimidate you,” he said. “The General told me about your general background. I hope you’re settling in nicely?”
Techie closes the door and stumbles over to sit on the edge of his bed. “Oh, th-thank you… It’s kind of you to ask, Commander Ren.”
For a moment, he debates on whether he should be totally honest. The other techs are cold to him, he doesn’t have any friends yet, and his horrible nightmares keep him up all night.
Techie hesitates for too long; the silence turns awkward.
He let the silence stretch for a while before sighing. “There is no need to be this formal. I do apologize if I was harsh to you earlier, my wish here is to make you feel safe on the Finalizer. Please do not be afraid of me.”
“It isn’t you,” Techie confesses. “Everything is scary to me. I’m in a new place, and getting adjusted is hard. I used to live in constant terror, and I don’t….know how to switch that off!”
He hangs his head and rubs at his eyes with his palms, they’re even more red around the rims, and the dark bags more pronounced.
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.
“Me n-neither… I don’t usually- uh, ever s-sleep with the people I free.” This had been his first time with anyone. “So, uh…c-congrats! You’re my first.”
Mitaka bites his lip as his eyes begin to water slightly. “A-are you m-mad at me? I-I’m usually n-not like this..n-not even in heat..y-you’re special somehow..” he whispers softly drawing small circles in his chest.
“How could I be m-mad? You’re perfect, Dopheld.” He means every word of it.
Techie’s knot starts to subside and he carefully pulls out, mindful not to hurt his unplanned lover. “I d-did okay, right? I’m a good alpha?” The thought that maybe he screwed up somewhere makes him want to throw up.
Mitaka smiles and nods, gasping softly and clings to him. “You were great dear…” He murmurs and kisses him heatedly. “Best heat I’ve had.” He purrs softly
A quiet sigh of relief is the only sound he makes after their kiss, and Techie closes his eyes, at peace. He’s on the verge of drifting away when suddenly his blood pressure spikes and he sits up.
“Shit! W-we can’t stay here, I forgot!” He hurries to pull his pants on and hops to the front of the ship as he wiggles into the left pant leg. “Dopheld, f-find a seat and strap in. The l-longer we’re here, the more chance I’ll get caught.”
Mitaka whimpers softly and slips Techie’s shirt on before sliding into the copilot seat and buckling in. He looks over at Techie and smiles softly. “W-where are we going?” He asks softly.
“There’s another slave auction on the next p-planet over,” Techie explains quickly, sweat beading on his forehead and rolling down slowly to the tip of his nose. He kept the ship’s speed steady and opened a channel. “Visitor’s vessel requesting exit, serial number 177489. Permission?”
There’s a tense silence on the other line…
Then: “Granted.”
“We’re in the clear,” he whispers to Dopheld, relieved. The ship takes off fully and Techie puts in the coordinates.
Mitaka smiles and leans over to kiss him softly. “C-can I ask you something?” He whispers, kissing down Techie’s neck gently as his heat begins to flair up again. He carefully slides into his lap blushing lightly and biting his lip. He swallows and rubs his neck lightly. “I-I don’t want you to get mad..but c-can I get a collar or something? L-like one of t-the pretty ones?” He asks softly.
Techie stills and turns to Dopheld, brows furrowed. “Collar? Y-you really want a collar?” To say he’s shocked would be an understatement.
Slaves wore collars. Techie had just freed him. But…did Dopheld want to be a slave after all? Techie looked hurt and more than a little confused. “Wh-why would you want a collar?”
Mitaka kisses him softly and threads his fingers through techie’s. “I-it’s not l-like that.. I-I just w-want to look p-pretty..w-will help me adjust..” He bites his lip as his eyes begin to water. “W-want everyone t-to know t-that I’m yours..” He whispers. He runs his fingers over the wounds on his neck from the metal collar.
He sniffles and hides his face in techie’s shoulder. “ I-i just t-though it would b-be easier on y-you..s-since you clearly d-don’t want t-to claim m-me normally..” he whimpers out, beginning to shake. He begins to doubt himself.
Fuck. Dopheld needed to take things at his own pace, not be pressured, and Techie was screwing everything up!
“I’m s-sorry, Dopheld… If you want a collar, you’ve got one.” He ran his fingertips softly over the previous collar’s scars. “We’ll get you a softer one, huh? Something pretty to m-match your eyes.”
The sudden announcement came to a surprise to Phasma- along with a twinge of excitement. She always wanted to see what motherhood felt like, how she would act with a child of her own.
“Techie, that sounds, um… interesting,” she said, trying to hide her excitement.
Techie’s eyes whirred hard like overheated laptop fans, his lips an O. “Oh! Oh! S-stars above!” he squealed, pulling her into a tight embrace while still being careful with her stomach as if touching it might hurt the baby.
“We’re g-gonna be parents,” Techie cooed, incredulous. He kissed Phasma all over her face and shouted, “Woohoo!!” Let anybody hear him and think he was a nut; Techie didn’t CARE!
Phasma let out an ecstatic squeal, all her hopes would finally come true! She and Techie would be having a child, and everything would be fabulous! Swept up in the moment, she began to kiss Techie, peppering him with lipstick stains
In between fervid kisses, Techie says, awestruck, “When w-will we know the sex? And names! We need a list of n-names!” He rambles on about his top picks, talking faster and faster until he’s crying with happiness and all that comes out of his mouth are little incredulous squeaks.
Phasma laughed sweetly at Techie’s excitement, as her heart fluttered with joy as well. “Well, I’ll have to make an appointment with the doctor then? I wonder- will it be a boy or a girl? Who cares, I’m over the moon!”
Techie takes Lenina’s hands and decides to make a solemn pledge, right here and now. “I’m going to do wh-whatever is necessary to take care of you and our baby. I’ll be a good f-father, and a good partner.”
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