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What We Did on Felucia - Ch 20

Pairing: The Bad Batch x f!Reader

Story Tags: Smut, dubcon, slow burn, sex pollen, eventual polybatch

Chapter Summary:

“It’s not a romantic picnic in a sunlit meadow, but…” “It’s perfect.”

You visited your squad later that day, as promised, and it was nice to find it was a relatively normal experience. It was as if nothing had changed as you lounged on the couch, watching each of them engrossed in various tasks.

Such as cleaning their weapons (but not the barracks, sadly), building complicated looking devices (Tech), or seeing how much they can lift at once (Wrecker). Eventually, Crosshair and Hunter fell into a quiet game of… well, you weren’t sure what it was, some kind of strategic board game placed between them on an upturned crate.

You couldn’t resist stealing glances in Echo’s direction where he relaxed in his hammock. He wasn’t taking a nap, but with his eyes closed he looked like it, and you weren’t sure whether you were relieved he was getting rest, or suspicious by the unbothered exterior.

You didn’t know what he was planning, if anything, for your rendezvous, and you tried to relax as well. You knew you were failing after catching Hunter’s gaze flicking between you and Echo.

It wasn’t as if you were hiding anything, it just felt more formal, this rendezvous with Echo. Perhaps because this was the first time you’d actually planned it, as your conversations with Tech and Hunter had been… well, rushed, and you’d been distracted.

During one of your secretive looks at Echo, you caught a splash of green near his hammock. It was the potted plant he’d brought back from Coruscant, and it sat on the lip of the viewport sill. It really did add a nice splash of color to the otherwise drab room, and your chest warmed at the sight.

The evening dragged on unusually slow, or perhaps you were too earnest. You ate the third meal with them in the mess hall, not so unusual as you were their commander, but you had a difficult time following what they said. Wrecker eventually teased you for being the “distracted” one, and while the others were vaguely curious why, Echo sent you a subtle, knowing smirk that made you pay better attention to the meal conversation.

Hunter’s glances eventually caught on that something was happening between the two of you, and his own pointed smirks weren’t helping. You finally excused yourself and retreated to your quarters, deciding you needed to meditate after all.

When you received a ping on your wrist comm and nothing else, you knew it was time, and you were too eager to break out of your meditation position and make your way through the dome to the upper levels.

The Tipoca City viewing rooms were reserved for visitors, specifically perspective clients wanting to see the cloning facilities. But because the Republic was the sole client of the Kaminoans and had been since the war started, the viewing rooms went unused for years.

Cleaning droids still maintained the space, but other than a few pieces of sparse furniture, Viewing Gallery 12 was empty when you stepped inside. On the floor lay a large yellow blanket, next to it sat an accompanying bottle of alcohol, and the clone who had arranged it all stood just beyond.

Echo leaned against the transparisteel wall, slightly curved outward due to the shape of the dome, and his smile held a wince as he indicated the blanket with his scomp arm.

“It’s not a romantic picnic in a sunlit meadow, but…”

“It’s perfect.”

His eyes held that mischievous glean again, and he said, “Almost.”

You wondered what he was up to, and you soon found out; Echo pushed a button on his wrist comm, stepped away from the window, and… your jaw dropped as the transparisteel window parted down the middle and slowly slid back into the wall, opening an entire side of the room to the golden light of the setting sun.

The salty tang of the ocean breeze washed over you, tugging at your robes and hair, and you closed your eyes and breathed it in. This planet was nothing like Cathar, but it smelled alive in a way the Kaminoan domes and city-planet of Coruscant didn’t, the air filled with a substance that recycled air lacked.

You opened your eyes to look at Echo, and yes, it was going to be very hard to finish a conversation before you leapt on him and clawed off his armor.

He must have seen something in your face, because he cleared his throat and his cheeks flushed with color.

“The view is nice, anyway. We got lucky with the weather.”

You gathered your own composure to keep from ravishing the poor ARC trooper before he could even sit down.

“Or perhaps it was your careful planning.”

Echo chuckled.

“You chose the day, not me.”

You hummed but didn’t comment, and he indicated the blanket again and asked, “Do you wanna… sit with me?”

“I would love to.” And you vowed that was all you would do, for now, but he again blushed at whatever expression he found on your face. Jedi were supposed to be better at this sort of thing, but when he flushed like that, you weren’t sure you wanted to control it.

You sat on the blanket, a patchwork quilt made of various yellow squares that ranged from deep gold to pale straw, and you wondered where he’d gotten it, the details indicating it was handmade rather than manufactured. You picked up the bottle to examine it as Echo sat beside you, examining the dark glass that came without a label.

“A couple of ARC troopers owed me a favor,” Echo explained, “and it was the best I could do on short notice.”

You uncorked the bottle and gave it a sniff from a safe distance, the sharp fragrance of alcohol tingling your sinuses.

“What is it?”

“Donno.” His smile tilted at one corner. “But it must be good considering they didn’t want to part with it.”

You could guess who they were, and you made a mental note to compensate Bax and Terminus in some way. Anonymously, of course, seeing as ARC troopers were observant, and they would put it together that Echo had gotten the bottle to share with his Jedi.

“I’m not sure that speaks to how safe it is to drink,” you said as you handed him the bottle. He took it with his good hand and gripped the bottom of it to pour into the two glasses he’d brought. Well, they were ceramic mugs, but it wasn’t as if he could ask the Kaminoans for their champagne flutes.

“Are you saying ARC troopers want things that aren’t good for them?” he teased as he finished pouring the dark violet liquid. When you didn’t respond, he glanced at you and his eyes immediately softened. “I’m joking.”

You knew that, but you still looked down at your hands, unable to meet his eye. Objectively, this probably wasn’t good for Echo, for any of them. Even if you were happier than you’d been since you’d left your homeworld, that didn’t make it right.

“Hey.”

Echo reached over and took one of your hands, squeezing it gently. You finally met his gaze, and you knew the guilt would be plain on your face.

“I’m not exaggerating when I say you’re probably the best thing that’s ever happened to this squad.” The corner of his mouth twitched. “Besides me, of course.”

“Of course.”

You returned his smile, the gesture contagious, and Echo rubbed his thumb over the back of your knuckles soothingly. His gaze dropped to the blanket, and he seemed to be gathering his thoughts, or his nerve.

“You wanna know where I stand on this whole… group relationship thing.”

“Yes.”

His lips pressed together, and he had the look of someone who had swallowed something unpleasant or was about to.

“I’ve… been with other people before. Strangers. No one I knew or cared about, nothing that lasted more than a night. I doubt I would have done any of it if I’d been sober, or…”

Echo sighed, but you didn’t interrupt, listening quietly.

“I know what it’s like to want someone. And I know what it’s like to set those feelings aside in order to be a soldier.”

He finally met your eye.

“If Felucia hadn’t happened, I would have had to be content to remain as one of your troopers and nothing more. But… Felucia did happen. In a way, I’m glad I have the chance to do something about it and not watch another person I care about slip away.”

Echo saw the confusion on your face, and he said, “Even if you stayed our commander for the rest of the war, it would have to end someday. And… I don’t know what will happen to us clones then. I don’t think anyone knows. But it would be the last we see of each other.”

“No, it wouldn’t,” you said before thinking. “I would make sure we stayed together.”

Echo’s expression was gentle, but there was something unbearably sad about it.

“I don’t think you’d have a choice. We’re owned by the Republic, but we’re still the Kaminoan’s design. They might want us back when the war is over. And with a reunified galaxy in need of rebuilding, I can’t see the Senate turning down billions of credits while also offloading obsolete clones. One solution for two problems.”

You shouldn’t have been surprised; Echo’s strategies had been integral to the GAR command before his capture.

“That won’t happen,” you said, as if saying it aloud was enough to make it true. “The Order will make sure you have a support system after the war.”

“Not sure the Jedi will have much of a choice, either. The… well, most senators don’t seem to care much for clones, and civilians resent us. Clone rights aren’t going to be a priority, if they’re considered at all.”

You understood why Echo was bringing this up now of all moments. A relationship with him, with any of them, wasn’t just a decision that mattered in the present. It was about their future, and the possibility of seeing it together.

The thought that this war they had been created to fight, that they bled and died for, could be the only thing that guaranteed their continued existence, made you show too much of your teeth.

“Then I’ll petition the Elder Council to purchase the clone contracts, void them, and make you full citizens of Cathar.”

Echo’s eyes went wide, and he almost laughed. Not that you could blame him, you knew how it sounded.

“What?”

“We have the room and the resources. Our alliance with the Republic is new, relatively speaking, and still tenuous. So, I don’t imagine the Senate will complain too loudly, especially if you’re correct and they don’t want to make the clones a priority in post-war reconstruction.”

He looked at you more closely, and said, “You’ve thought about this.”

You had, for far longer than he probably realized. After a moment, you spoke again, quietly this time.

“I realize I sound naïve, but this is something my people will consider. I loved my master, but I don’t think he fully understood the consequences of commissioning a clone army. What it meant to create people, to own them. My people were slaves once. After the Mandalorian onslaught, those that survived were sold off to slavers. If anyone understands, it’s us.”

“We’re not slaves.”

“But you’re not free.”

Echo sighed, but didn’t push it. Instead, he said, “I’m sorry. For what happened to your people.”

You squeezed his hand.

“That’s not necessary, but thank you.”

Eventually, he smiled a little and resumed his thumb rubbing along your knuckles.

“You sure your people want a few million clones created from a Mandalorian template running around?”

“It’s been a couple thousand years, we’ll be fine.” You tapped your chin with the fingers of your free hand. “Although, the first time I saw a clone in full armor, I nearly jumped out of my skin.”

“Yeah?” Echo grinned.

“No one had warned me about the contract with Jango Fett, or that millions of soldiers were cloned from my ancestral enemy. I would have had a few choice words for my master if he was still alive.”

Echo gave a small laugh, and you relaxed, smiling back.

“I’m glad my worries were unfounded,” you said. “You… are my family.”

His eyes went a little wider; it was a rare thing to catch the ARC trooper by surprise, and you continued.

“I don’t know if that’s the Cathar or Jedi in me, but I would do anything, give anything, for you. For all of you. I may be your commander, but I will always stand between you and whatever danger comes. Even if it meant the possibility of my own death, I would—”

You never got to finish. Because Echo was on you, his lips crushed to yours, his scomp arm pulling you close by the waist while his good hand tangled in your hair, holding you firm as he kissed the thoughts straight out of your head.

You thought you’d kissed him before, at 79’s and later on the Marauder, but the way Echo plied your mouth with his tongue, expertly and deftly, you realized how clumsy and amateurish your first attempts had been in comparison.

There was no way to describe it other than he was fucking your mouth, and when he gently pushed you onto your back and followed you down, you groaned and allowed Echo to do whatever he wanted.

When he tried to tug off your cloak with one hand, you yanked it off the rest of the way. Your outer and inner robes quickly followed, your movements unusually clumsy as you pulled off the sash and tabards until all that was left was your body suit. You unzipped the suit, annoyed by yet another layer, and you vowed to go without it and stick to underwear for the rest of your retreat.

Echo broke the kiss when he realized what you were doing, and his sight roved hungrily over exposed skin and fur, tracing the patterns along your side with one hand.

He seemed much more composed than you were as you barely got out the words, “What about… the rest of our discussion?”

And then you forgot the question entirely as he kissed you again, each pass of his lips more insistent, indicating he wasn’t as composed as he seemed.

“Can talk after,” he finally got out, and you smirked a little to see his own control disappearing. Hooking your legs around his waist, you flipped him over and straddled him, allowing you easier access to his armor. You unstrapped and unbuckled the pieces, struggling to focus and not be distracted as he ran his bare hand up your sides and stomach, having removed the glove with his teeth.

He fingered the waistband of your lower body glove, clearly wanting them off, but you wanted to spare his armor the mess that you’d made on Hunter’s gear. Then again, Hunter hadn’t seemed to mind it.

Once all the commando armor was removed, you got a clear view of his cock straining against the suit. But it wasn’t until you helped pull open his upper body glove and carefully peel it away from his scomp arm did he show signs of nervousness.

Knowing what would put him at ease—or at least distract him—you stood and pulled off the lower half of your body suit, leaving you entirely naked. As soon as you returned to your place straddling his thighs, his hand was on your hip and down your leg, seeming unable to stop touching you now that he’d started.

He was quieter than you expected, worrying you, so you traced both hands down his chest, over the cybernetic implants that still dotted his skin. He shuddered and let out a low groan, and you grinned in a way that almost felt like you were channeling Crosshair.

With him sufficiently distracted, you pulled off the rest of his body suit, wanting to see every bare inch of him. You hadn’t gotten any of the others fully undressed yet, and you took in the sight for a long moment, savoring the sight of his lean muscles and bare limbs.

Echo squirmed a little, and you sensed his anxiety growing the longer you stared, misinterpreting why you were doing so. To make your desire very clear, you leaned down and traced your lips along the tops of his thighs were the prosthetic met skin, and you trailed your mouth upward along his hip and to his stomach, making his cock twitch and weep. Remembering how Tech liked it, you took the warm shaft and lightly pumped it in your hand.

He gave a startled twitch and moaned, and you smirked as you continued upward, slowly stroking his cock as you kissed along the metallic implants on his torso until you reached his neck and breathed in his specific scent. There was a strange urge to nip and mark him, but it was forgotten when he grabbed your ass and pulled you higher on top of him.

“Impatient,” you teased as if you weren’t the one eager to strip you both down.

“Damn right I am.”

You nuzzled his cheek and licked along his jawline in revenge, and then you released him and sat just out of reach of his aching cock. He frowned and opened his mouth, probably to scold you, which might have been fun, but then he noticed you looking at something else.

“May I?” you asked, indicating the electronic interface that wrapped around the back of his skull.

He swallowed, but said, “Yeah. You know how?”

“I do.”

After the rescue mission on Skako Minor, you’d memorized the schematics for all his cybernetic implants in case there was an emergency or injury involving them. And once he’d added the interface to his kit, you’d made sure to know how to remove it, too. With your hands on either side of his head, you compressed the release latch with your thumbs and carefully pulled away the device.

He looked less formidable without it, softer. Sweet.

Echo had that nervous look again, unsure, as if you wouldn’t like what you saw. But you’d seen Echo at his lowest, broken down and made into a tool by cruel hands, and there was nothing he could show you that would disappoint or frighten you. You had already accepted every part of him, and now, you would get to provide the proof.

You kissed him more gently this time, pouring those feelings into your actions. He relaxed, almost melted under you, and when you sensed his anxiety had vanished, you reached between you, angled his cock upwards, and slid back onto it in one smooth motion.

A groan punched out of him, and you ended the kiss so he could catch his breath. You buried your face in his neck, licking him as you gradually adjusted to the fullness. It was getting easier to do this, especially with how slick you were, but it was still a tight fit.

“You feel… amazing.” And then Echo gave a strangled laugh and added, “I’m usually more eloquent than this, but… ever since my capture, it… it feels different. New, almost. Like I’m a damn virgin all over again.”

You pulled away from his neck and kissed him again, not stopping until he chuckled at your impatience.

“Right,” he said. “I’m talking too much.”

You gave him a smile, indicating he could talk all he wanted, if he could. You sat up, settling fully on his hips, and you sucked in a breath. He somehow felt bigger at this angle.

But before you could start moving, he settled a hesitant hand on your hip.

“Is this… what you want?”

You gave him a look.

“Echo. You’re inside me.”

Another short laugh startled out of him, and his smile was so bright you could stare at it for hours, like a flower bent toward a star.

“Guess that answers that.”

To make sure this wasn’t actually hesitancy on his part, you asked, “What about you?”

“Any more ready and I’m going to make a mess.”

Well, you liked the sound of that. Bracing your hands against his shoulders so you wouldn’t put too much weight on his torso implants, you grinded down on him. He groaned and clutched your hip as if to steady himself.

Your plan was to stay like this, ride him like you’d done with Tech, but he looked good like this, splayed out and panting and flushed, his composure failing. You leaned down to kiss and lick along his neck and shoulder, needing to taste him. Echo made a choked noise and gripped you tighter, his reaction encouraging you to ride him harder.

But at some point Echo released his hold and slipped his hand between you, finding and rubbing your clit. You sat up again to grind down on his cock and fingers, losing any sort of rhythm, your movements clumsy with need.

“That’s it, baby,” Echo said, his voice low and raspy, and it was the last push before you crested your peak, clenching tight around him. And without thought, you drew back your lips, bent down, and sank your teeth into the flesh between his neck and shoulder.

Echo gave a startled curse as he spilled inside you, just as hot iron flooded your mouth, but you didn’t let go, your throbbing cunt milking him.

He panted harshly as he tried to catch his breath, and the muddled haze lifted from your mind and you released him, horrified at the welling blood from the bite.

“Oh, oh, no, I’m so—hold on.”

You pulled off of him, unmindful of the mess dripping down your thighs as you searched your belt pouches for a clean cloth. You returned to him and held it over the wound, guilty over how deeply you’d bitten—that you’d bitten at all.

But Echo didn’t look angry or even concerned. Instead, he gave a teasing smile and said, “Guess I do taste good to you.”

You let out a long breath, relaxing a little. If he could joke about what you’d said at 79’s before you’d kissed him for the first time, then he was probably fine.

“I… I’m really sorry,” you still said. “I don’t know what happened. I’ve never done that before.”

And then you realized that wasn’t exactly true. You’d tried to bite both Tech and Hunter in the exact same spot, except their body suits had taken the brunt of your sharp cuspids.

“I’m really sorry,” you apologized again. Why would you bite them? It was barbaric. Shameful. It was difficult enough for the Cathar to be accepted into galactic society with their bestial features, and here you were, using your teeth like a wild animal.

Echo sat up and put his hand over yours, apparently not at all concerned.

“Don’t be. I’ve had worse.”

“That doesn’t excuse my behavior.”

“Biting during sex is, you know, a thing that can happen.” His smirk was still mischievous, but you sensed he was also trying to reassure you. “It’s not a big deal. Humans sometimes do it, I’m sure it’s a thing with Cathar, too.”

Well, yes, it was a thing Cathar did, but… it was under very specific circumstances. It didn’t make sense in this context.

A sense of unease made the fur on your nape stiffen, so you pushed it aside and focused on Echo. When you removed the cloth, you found the bleeding had slowed, but you were right about the wound being deep.

“That’s going to scar if you don’t get bacta on it soon.”

“It’ll be fine,” Echo said with far too much flippancy, but he did hand you a bandage he’d pulled out of one of his own pouches. Leave it to the ARC trooper to always be prepared.

You took the patch and applied it over the wound, and as soon as it was in place, Echo wrapped an arm around your waist and flipped you onto your back, swallowing down your startled noise with a kiss. He pulled out a cleaning cloth, further proving his preparedness, and said, “My turn to clean you up.”

His lips and hand were equally distracting, and it was… nice to see the normally stoic clone so outwardly affectionate and warm. Once Echo had finished cleaning you both, he settled next to you on his back, bunching up the blanket to act as a pillow so you both could watch the sun dip below the horizon. You immediately curled against his side and rested your head on his shoulder.

After a few moments of peace and quiet, something hard-won in the domes, you broke the silence with some hesitancy.

“I… haven’t really brought it up with the others yet, but I wanted to ask.”

“Ask away.”

“Tech mentioned a possibility of blacking out while under the effects of the chemical. Do you recall anything like that happening to you on Felucia?”

Echo hummed, his eyes on the sunset, but his fingers lightly traced along your back.

“Far as I know, I remember everything. No missing time. Well, at least until I, uh… you know. I don’t remember anything after that until Wrecker and I woke up first. We attacked our droid escort, and with the others waking up soon after, we overwhelmed them easily.”

You processed this in silence, not having heard this piece of information before.

“We were worried about you.”

You looked up at him, frowning, and his smile was somehow both reassuring and sad.

“You didn’t wake up. We knew we had to get you to a medical facility, but it was… rough. Tech obsessed over the data he had on the chemical, said he might need to make an antiserum to save you. Hunter had carried you back and put you in his bunk, but he couldn’t stop pacing the ship. Wrecker almost cried every time he looked at you. And Crosshair wouldn’t budge from your side the entire flight.”

Guilt twisted your stomach into unsolvable knots.

“I… had no idea.”

Echo’s expression lightened a little, perhaps hoping to lift your spirits.

“Lucky I was there to fly the ship. Those four would be lost without me.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

Echo saw his attempts to cheer you weren’t working, so he let out a sigh and pulled you closer.

“They would have figured it out. They’re just… not used to losing people.”

You didn’t point out the obvious, that Echo had endured losing his brothers one by one, and you suspected that was one reason he joined the squad. Returning to his old unit so soon would have been too much.

“They aren’t the best at talking about feelings,” he continued, “and I don’t see that changing any time soon. But in case it isn’t clear, even though they might not say it aloud… they love you.”

He gave you a soft smile and added, “And so do I.”

You’ve faced down more than one army of battle droids without freezing, but those handful of words completely disarmed you and demanded your surrender. You stared at him, eyes wide, and against your will they started to tear.

Echo looked alarmed for a moment, but he didn’t panic, instead pulling you close and lifting his hand until his fingers rested in your hair. You buried your face in his chest, unable to understand why this was affecting you so much. You’d felt love all your life, surrounded by it from your childhood all the way through to joining the Order.

But over time, as you watched your fellow Jedi die on the battlefield, refusing to leave their men even as they, too, fell, you’d accepted that you wouldn’t survive this war.

And now you were realizing how much you wanted to live, and how much you wanted your men to live, too.

“It’s overwhelming, I know,” Echo said quietly, his fingers caressing your hair. “Felt the same way when they accepted me as one of them. Didn’t think they would because they were so isolated, cut off from the rest of our brothers because they’re different.”

You knew that from experience, having to break up more than one cadet fight, often finding those four in the middle of it when you first came to Tipoca City.

“Do you know why Crosshair calling me reg isn’t really an insult?”

“It’s not?”

Echo smiled, the small gesture tilted.

“If he wanted to be cruel, he would call me a droid. Or a half-clone. Or a walking hydrospanner.” From his look of distaste, you knew he’d been called those things before. “Instead, Crosshair focuses on the parts of me that make me like any other brother. Like how I used to be. It’s not an insult at all, it just sounds like one coming from his mouth.”

You finally smiled. Yes, Crosshair could make anything sound like an insult. Or an invitation, as you were unfortunately discovering.

“He was the toughest to crack, but that’s just because he’s built thick walls. Once you get past them, he’s a fluffy little tooka.”

You snorted out a laugh, trying to imagine Crosshair’s face if he heard those words coming from Echo. But then your smile faded as you said, “He’s going to be the hardest to approach.”

“No doubt. Want some friendly advice?”

“Please.”

“The more pissed he gets, the closer you are to your target. He might act like it’ll kill him to talk about his feelings, but he’s got a lot of them. I think it gets too much for him sometimes, hence the… you know. Lashing out, and other ugly behaviors.”

You were learning that all too well.

“Good advice.”

“You’ve been with them longer than I have, so you might know better than me.”

You smiled, though he couldn’t see it at this angle, and laid your hand over his stomach, tracing your finger over his skin until it prickled from sensation.

“I could use the reminder, and I always appreciate your opinion.”

Echo chuckled and then pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Charmer.”

“It’s the… truth.” You interrupted yourself in a yawn. Echo continued to stroke your hair, resting his chin there. “We should probably head back before lights out.”

“Or,” Echo began, his voice low and smooth, “we can stay here for the night. No one’s going to bother us. I locked the door, and there aren’t any air patrols scheduled for this side of the dome.”

“I hadn’t considered that,” you said with a slow grin. “This would be quite a shock for your brothers.”

“Don’t I know it.”

You curled more firmly around him, wanting to warm him with your fur and body heat as the cooler night air wafted into the room, bringing with it the clean scent of the ocean.

“In that case, I’m going to stay right here,” you said, the words mumbled as your exhaustion caught up to you. You rested your cheek comfortably against his chest, the steady beat of his heart against your ear. “It seems you planned for everything.”

As you started to drift, his response eventually came, quiet, as if to himself.

“Not everything.”

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