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13th and 14th and Cal :)

for @hereforthefanficsandromance I am insatiable im sorry girl

MDI| Cal x Cal x OMC | 18+ | smut | Dead Dove Do Not Eat

warnings: marathon sex, consent issues, disciplining, belt as leash, choking (physical and force choking), orgasm denial/delay, overstimulation, threesome

Cal is shivering, his weak muscles trembling, as he grips his sheets at the end of the bed where the decorative blanket was once folded. He couldn’t feel his legs, thighs to toes, roughly two hours ago, now only feels a buzz of static pulsing. There is a wet patch beneath his spent cock, and Cal was grateful that it kept the friction to the minimum as he was forced to grind down on the bed with every thrust behind him.

Thirteenth has a death grip on his hips that keeps Cal in his place, on his knees, legs spread wide and in a bitch position, barely holding it together as he endures non-stop thrusting into his ass. Cal lets out short chopped moans at every thrust that hits his prostate, and Thirteenth, the bastard he is, shows no signs of slowing down his lazy thrusts into Cal’s body.

Cal had already come four times, and it had been five hours, and he wasn’t even done yet. The five hours of nonstop sex has turned his quarters into a mess, and his bed is no longer the same as it was before.

Cal no longer had the mental capacity to complain, the strokes of Thirteenth’s cock keeping his eyes from closing and dozing off from exhaustion, pitiful grunts and a following high pitch whine escape from him as Thirteenth grinds in deep before resuming his usual pace. He has been reduced to a puddle of groans, pliant from lack of energy and willpower.

Cal was losing his kriffing mind, and he wasn’t even close to done.

He didn’t take Thirteenth seriously when the Inquisitor told him about the ambrosiac treats that would increase their stamina like no tomorrow, and Cal was too cocky when he responded with “It won’t even take both of you to tire me out” in front of Fourteenth.

And now here he is, utterly exhausted and still being fucked like a rag doll by Thirteenth in front of Fourteenth, who is sitting on his chair positioned right in front of the bed, watching Cal with a gleeful sadism in his eyes and his erection in his hand waiting for his taking.

Thirteenth, who has the stamina of a god, has draped himself across Cal’s sweat-soaked back, grunts into his ear with praises and degradations singing from his lips, and pulls his hair painfully to wake Cal up when he thinks he’s passing out. Thirteen also liked to grab him by the neck and choke him until he came with a faint cry and an orgasm ruined for him.

“Slut,” he calls him every time Cal comes without even realizing he was coming. His erection flagged pitifully each time but he still hardened at the sight of Fourteenth slowly pleasuring himself with his hand, watching them with rapt attention.

After his fifth orgasm, Cal couldn’t catch his breath and he just sobbed. His tears were all gone all he could do was whine.

“Breathe,” Thirteenth whispered in the shell of his ear, and that was when Cal realized he had come, holding his breath as he was coming on the sheets.

“Poor boy, can’t hold out any longer?” Thirteenth murmured with a blatant lack of pity, his thrusts not stopping as he felt the toy underneath him suffer through weak aftershocks, relishing in the tremors and the growing pool of semen that solely belonged to the Jedi.

Cal’s dick just gave up at this point and Cal sobs at Thirteenth’s unrelenting assault on his prostate. “Talk to me,” Thirteenth whispered, uncharacteristically concerned, “What did you say?”

“How-“ Cal had to clear his throat from the built-up saliva before trying again. He barely has the strength to lift his head to speak properly.

Thirteenth easily fixed that problem by moving one of his hands from Cal’s hip and grabbing onto his hair, lifting his head up to speak. Cal was forced to look at Fourteenth and his stomach twisted at the sight.

Fourteenth was clearly holding back by the seams, his eyes bore into Cal’s as he promised him a feast after Thirteenth was done with him. Cal tries again, after swallowing, “How the fuck are you still hard?”

Cal knew Thirteenth well enough to know that the Inquisitor simply rolled his eyes before he dropped Cal’s head and returned to holding up his hips, steadily thrusting into him.

It wasn’t an actual question, Cal knew why the two Inquisitors were still erect. It’s all thanks to that fucking ambrosiac they took and Cal’s quick cockiness that led him to this position.

He didn’t notice Fourteenth inch forward and whispered to Thirteenth.

He didn’t notice the change in Thirteenth’s grip as he held onto his waist. He didn’t notice Thirteenth position himself for leverage to start pounding him.

After the first painful thrust, Cal let out a scream, his prostate stung in desperate need for relief, more tears escaping his eyes, and more screams follow after Thirteenth started fucking him earnestly, harsh pants of effort and deep guttural groans from Thirteenth directly into Cal’s ears gave a painful surge of arousal in Cal’s blood.

Gods. He couldn’t do this anymore.

“What’s the matter, pretty boy?” Fourteenth cajoles in front of him, and Cal sees that Fourteenth has now leaned down directly in front of him, as he wanted to have a close-up of Cal falling apart on Thirteenth’s indestructible cock.

Cal could only continue to scream while he was being plummeted like a jackhammer. Thirteenth pushed down his waist uncomfortably and Cal could only slide further down the mattress, his body completely flat against the sheets as his cock cried out in discomfort.

Thirteenth moved one of his hands holding down his waist to his head, shoving it directly into the mattress. Cal loses track as Thirteenth drives forward into him, but there is no mistaking the rush of warmth as Thirteenth finally reaches his own release.

It was a miracle that Thirteenth hadn’t even collapsed onto Cal when he was done groaning softly and vibrating through his orgasm, but Cal was relieved that he could feel the blood rushing back into his legs and start to feel his toes again.

When Thirteenth got off of him, Cal felt the semen slowly trickle out of him as the air-cooled it. He had no strength to get up and whined pitifully when Fourteenth lifted his head by his hair.

His attention solidifies when he feels a leather belt tighten painfully around his neck. Cal yelps as he realizes Thirteenth has grabbed his belt and used it as a makeshift leash on him, tugging painfully as Cal was forced to get up on his fours to breathe, despite his muscles screaming at him to rest.

“Do you understand why we have this on you?” Thirteenth asked and Cal frantically searched for his face and then saw that there was no hint of emotion. Cal tries to swallow but ends up choking as Thirteenth pulls the belt higher.

Kriffing Hell, he really can’t do this anymore.

Thirteenth did not like the lack of response. Fourteenth bristled in joy as he sat back in his chair, enjoying the sight in front of him. Cal cried out when Thirteenth used his other hand to grab Cal’s throat and pull him up higher, high enough for Cal to barely kneel on the bed, breath gone as he struggled to breathe against the grip.

“Do you understand?” Thirteenth seethes.

Black spots dance in his vision as Cal tries to gasp for precious oxygen. Thirteenth lowers him by inches so Cal could actually kneel and catch his breath.

Gods, how Thirteenth still has the strength to manhandle him like this will never cease to amaze him. He croaks out “Yes sir.” It was so pathetic. He was pathetic.

Thirteenth cocked his head to the side like a quizzical beagle. “Can you tell Fourteenth why I have you leashed up like an animal?”

Fourteenth raises his eyebrow at Cal, lazily keeping his attention on the Jedi as he strokes himself. Cal looked down at Fourteenth’s cock, and he could catch the bead of precome slowly trickling down the shaft before Fourteenth’s thumb swiped it.

“I asked a question,” Cal whimpered, almost hyperventilating as Thirteenth hummed, his grip on the belt tightened as he let go of his throat, “without being spoken to.”

“Correct. Now Fourteenth will decide if he wants to fuck you without you having the ambrosiac, or fuck you without any relief.”

Oh gods. Both sound terrible. But which one was worse? Overstimulation or no coming after getting his dosage?

Thirteenth dropped Cal back down onto the mattress and Cal plopped down without any grace whatsoever. Thirteenth has handed the belt over to Fourteenth, who grinned wickedly at him before taking the leash.

Cal could cry at the sight.

He was done, Thirteenth fucked him for almost six hours and he could not handle another hour of fucking, let alone another six. He ached everywhere, he felt disgusting, and his mattress was no longer comfortable.

Fourteenth stood up and came closer to the mattress where Cal’s head lies, and he crawled slowly right up next to his prey, his erection almost brushing against Cal’s stubble as he sat there. Thirteenth was no longer in their range of vision.

Fourteenth gripped the belt and tugged it, forcing the leather to constrict around Cal’s bruised throat and eliciting a beautiful whimper from him. Fourteenth grinned with the absence of kindness.

“Are you with me, pet?” He asked as he used his free hand to brush back Cal’s damp hair. Cal blinked a few times before he nodded. “I need a verbal answer.”

“I fucking said yes,” he snarled in the sudden overwhelming surge of annoyance which immediately ceased to exist as the belt around his throat squeezed fatally, his skin burning where the leather was constricting it. Cal couldn’t make a sound. He couldn’t even yelp in pain as he rushed to grab the leather from his neck, his fingers couldn’t even dig into the leather as he heaved violently, pressure building up in his face as it burned up, and Fourteenth looked terrifying.

“What did you just say to me?” Fourteenth growled and Cal panicked. He blindly reached out for Thirteenth through the Force, desperate for help as Fourteenth continued to seethe over him.

He is going to die.

This is it. He’s going to die like this.

Black dots return to his vision, and his consciousness falters as he recognizes the signs of passing out. Fourteenth suddenly loosens the belt and Cal inhaled, coughing wetly and sobbing harder. He rolled into a fetal position and Fourteenth’s menacing presence remains, even with Thirteenth returning to the scene quickly.

Fourteenth didn’t wait for Cal to calm down as he used his spare hand to grip his jaw tightly and force the Jedi to look at him directly. Cal squeezes his eyes as more tears trickle down his cheeks, his nose flaring as he breathes in and out too quickly for his liking, and he can’t get his mouth to stop trembling.

God, he really is pathetic.

No. Thirteenth said through his consciousness. You are far from pathetic.

Cal doesn’t believe him.

“Theo,” Thirteenth begins and Cals makes no move to react to it. He couldn’t dare react again. “Do that again, I will fucking gut you.”

Silence follows through and Cal is one hundred percent certain that there was non-verbal communication going on with the Inquisitors. He kept his eyes closed, trying and failing to will himself to stop trembling, his dick completely flaccid as dried semen made his skin itch. He wanted a bath and to go to the fuck sleep.

“Cal,” Thirteenth called out and Cal continued to keep his eyes shut. Fourteenth’s hand on his jaw wiggled his face until Cal was forced to open his eyes. He took a moment to focus on the two Inquisitors looking at him with only disappointment on their faces. Fourteenth was more enraged than Thirteenth, and Cal refused to look away from the man currently almost on top of him.

“I- I’m sorry sir,” he croaks without thinking, not even bothering to fight the growing shame creeping up on him as he looks up to Theo. “I’m sorry for my attitude. It was uncalled for.”

“And you should know by now that I only accept complete obedience,” Fourteenth responded simply and Cal swallowed. “I am going to punish you for that behaviour. I take my punishments very seriously.”

Almost snapping my neck into two with a belt was not punishment enough? Cal thought and then regretted it instantly. He watches Fourteenth’s expression to gauge if he could hear that through the Force, which he concluded he didn’t. However, Thirteenth’s not-so-subtle grimace from the corner of his vision gave it away.

Despite being scared half to death and extremely vulnerable, he doesn’t want to quit now. He doesn’t want to disappoint Thirteenth.

Fuck Fourteenth. Fuck that man. He clearly has issues with Thirteenth and was unfairly taking it out on him.

“I’ll take your punishment, sir,” Cal says with determination, voice cracking with trembling and he forces himself to keep looking at Fourteenth, refusing to stray from the silver eyes.

Fourteenth seems pleased with the response. “I am going to show you why disobedience only gets you so far.”

Kriff, that is a threat. Cal’s muscles tense and it trembles even more. Fourteenth tells him to kneel and hands behind his back, and Fourteenth has to pull the leash up to help Cal move into the position.

His entire body hurts from Thirteenth’s fucking. His entire body hurts from just a sliver of Fourteenth’s cruelty. He did everything right, except for snapping at him-

Thirteenth’s voice cuts through the tension, grabbing Cal out of the ugly sea of self-consciousness and turmoil, “You can talk to me, tell me what you need.”

Cal couldn’t differentiate if Thirteenth was actually speaking to him or was using the Force.

“Cal, you’re not enjoying this,” he continues and he finally gets Cal’s attention. Cal watches Thirteenth come towards the bed, only to put his knee on the mattress as he stands next to Fourteenth. “We can stop now. You already made me satisfied.” His lips were moving as he was talking, and Cal only could pay attention to the fact that Thirteenth was overpowering the other Inquisitor, and it was clear who had full control.

He had seen Thirteenth’s memories of putting Fourteenth in his place. The first time, he saw it, Cal grabbed Thirteenth’s helmet to give to him while they were readying for a bounty mission, psychometry blessing him with the images of Fourteenth being choked by the Force, and Thirteenth fucking him in front of another Inquisitor just to humiliate him.

Cal waited for Thirteenth to get that mean streak to humiliate him as well, however, Thirteenth never went that far with him. Despite being a different person, Cal being a Jedi and Thirteenth as a proud Inquisitor, Thirteenth understood his desires and needs, and being humiliated to that level never was and never will be on Cal’s sex bucket list.

Thinking back to it, Thirteenth never went far enough to ignite a safeword from Cal because he was scared. Cal had safeworded in the past, purely from not being able to handle the scene or desperately trying to hold onto his orgasm while Thirteenth was edging him painfully.

“I disagree with him not enjoying this,” Fourteenth sneered at Thirteenth and Cal swallows, completely aware of who is holding the belt. “Or he will enjoy this soon, briefly. He is going to take it, whether he likes it or not.”

Thirteenth made no move to react to Fourteenth’s statement, as if his words completely flew in and out of his head, paying no mind to him. Instead, Thirteenth reached out to Cal’s face, his hands cupping his jaw ever so gently, his thumb swiping across his lower lip.

Cal darted out his tongue to lick his thumb, then suckled it into his mouth. Fourteenth purses his lip.

“Theo,” Thirteenth says without even sparing a glance at the man. “Grab the treats.”

“I want to fuck him like this,” Theo argued and Thirteenth rolled his eyes as if Theo was the toddler throwing a tantrum in a store.

“You can fuck him because I’m allowing you to fuck him.” Cal’s cheeks grew bright red as he listened to Thirteenth, and he continued to suckle on this thumb, letting Thirteenth pull it out to rub the saliva across his lips before shoving the thumb back into his mouth. “I made him come just from my dick alone. Now, you are going to make him beg for another one.”

Fourteenth licked his lips at the idea.

Cal’s mind went blank. There was no way he could wring out another orgasm, unless, unless the ambrosiac-

By the Force, he really couldn’t do this.

But he wanted to be good.

Cal stares back at Thirteenth’s calculating gaze. Up close, Thirteenth is beautiful (Cal is biased, of course) and Cal has no issues spending the entire day staring at him. He watches Thirteenth look over him as if he is searching for a reason to do something.

Cal sucked in his thumb harder, and that got Thirteenth’s eyes to snap up to his, and Cal could see that the action solidified his decision.

“You did disrespect an Imperial Inquisitor, Jedi,” Thirteenth says with no hint of malice. “And you must be punished for it. Will you be good and listen to me from now on?”

Fuck Thirteenth, Cal’s mind supplied. Fuck this man. So Kriffing cocky.

Thirteenth’s face lit up with glee.

Not even ten minutes later, Thirteenth was seated on the chair Fourteenth occupied for most of the night, watching with faux boredom. His eyes were trained on Cal’s face as he relished in the tears streakingdown his cheeks, snot almost joining in, and the saliva creeping out from the corner of his mouth. He was a mess, he looked and felt like a mess.

“P-please,” Cal says, his voice completely broken as he tries to scream, but it comes out like a croaking whimper. Fourteenth behind him groaned and grounded his dick deeper inside him, hips rolling in a circular motion, and Cal’s mind just went white from the painful arousal as the man massaged his abused prostate deliberately.

He was not allowed to come, as per Thirteenth’s instructions. And Fourteenth, just like Thirteenth almost half an hour ago, showed no signs of wanting to stop anytime soon.

Thirteenth is the real sadist, making Fourteenth look like child’s play.

Earlier, Cal preferred to just let Theo fuck him without any help so he could just pass out during it. However, Thirteenth’s gentleness convinced Cal that he knew it was better to take the ambrosiac so he wouldn't feel as much discomfort.

The fucker lied.

Fourteenth adjusts his position, moving his legs to brace Cal’s bruised hips, and started to fuck him with no care for his comfort. Cal is again reduced to a puddle of sweat, lube, spit, and sounds of desperate cries with every thrust. Cal smashes his face into the mattress to cope but of course, it doesn’t help as he continues to nearly rip the sheets apart with his sweaty hands.

“Fuck,” Fourteenth moaned out loudly, his voice gravelly as it came from deep in his chest. Fourteenth’s grip was painful on Cal’s ass cheeks, but it wasn’t enough pain to distract him from his dick being ready to explode and the painful penetration. Cal only let out a high-pitched cry in response as Fourteenth went harder.

He needs to come.

Cal never registered a hand going through his wet locks before it gripped onto his hair, pulling his head up to force him to look up to Thirteenth, who was the one grabbing his hair. All of Cal’s cries that would have muffled by the mattress were now loud and pathetic. Tears blurred his vision, but there was no mistaking Thirteenth’s sadistic smile as he cooed at Cal. He could see him talking, but Cal hear no words as all he could think was pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplea-

“P-ease,” he whimpers at Thirteenth, who shushes him. “Tell me when you are allowed to come.”

“You-“ Cal sobs out, humiliation and shame went out the window as he begged to Thirteenth, not caring how submissive he was to them, not caring that they had so much power over him. “Only when you- when you say.”

He was making no sense. He probably came out all gibberish with all the hitched whimpers and whining.

Fourteenth tightened the belt, and Cal gasped in air.

“Do you know how long Theo has been fucking you for?” He asks as if he was talking about the weather. “Tell me, Jedi.”

Wasn’t it twenty minutes now? Fifteen? Thirteenth tells him it was an hour.

Tears trickled down Cal’s cheeks in response.

Fourteenth grabbed Cal’s shoulders, dropping the belt in the process. Thirteenth lets go of the sub, and Fourteenth wraps an arm around Cal’s neck for leverage. Cal starts to scream in earnest, and stabbing pains go through his voice as Theo starts plummeting him.

He’s coming- he’s comingcomingcomingcomin-

Theo lets out a guttural yell into the room, his entire body seizing as he humped inside Cal’s ass as he holds onto him like he was a fucking doll. Despite the numbing pain in his ass, he could feel the dick pulsing inside him, marking him up like a common whore. Cal’s dick jumped painfully, and when he looks down, he was shocked at how purple it was.

He has never seen it like that. Cal collapses on the bed, his body trembling as he forces himself to not hump into the mattress because he will come-

“Keep going,” Thirteenth says.

“I’m finished,” Fourteenth responded, his voice chopped from the heavy panting as he sat his entire bodyweight on Cal’s thighs, dick still pressed deep inside him, nudging at his prostate painfully.

“Keep going until I fucking tell you to stop,” Thirteenth snapped and Cal’s attention perked up.

This was new.

Cal wearily looks up, seeing Thirteenth looking at Fourteenth with lustful hatred. Thirteenth was now standing, in the middle of the room as he stared down Fourteenth.

Cal had no strength to push up and look behind him, so he looked at the mirror to see Fourteenth’s reaction. And to his surprise, his erection was not the only thing that was purple. He sees the Inquisitor in the mirror, his face damn near purpling as he croaked, unable to make a sound as he instinctively tried to fight the force squeezing his throat.

There was something satisfying about that image, Cal’s dick says as it gave a pulse. Without thinking to ask for permission from Thirteenth, Cal watches Fourteenth closely through the mirror as he thrust back to Fourteenth’s cock, grimacing at the pain.

Fourteenth’s reaction is exhilarating and is going to be worth it if Thirteenth punishes him for doing that without permission. Cal loved the way how Fourteenth’s composure faltered completely, his eyes rolling back as he gasped for air.

Thirteenth lets go of him, and Theo collapses on Cal, putting his entire body weight on him as Cal is squished onto the gross mattress. Cal released a ‘hmmpf’ as Theo lay there.

Thirteenth choked Fourteenth again, and this time, he forced him to sit up and Theo gasped out.

Cal decided this was the hottest thing he has ever seen, and he had to reach down to his dick and squeeze to avoid coming too soon.

Thirteenth inched closer to the bed. “Keep fucking him.”

“Cal-“ Fourteenth muttered from above, and Cal knew he wasn’t talking to him. Then his mind cleared abruptly as he heard a very clear noise of a hand slapping skin

Cal looks up to the mirror again and sees that Thirteenth had indeed slapped Fourteenth in the face.

“I said,” Thirteenth hissed, his voice dripping venom as he stared down Theo, his fists clenching, “keep fucking him.”

Theo rolled his hips, and Cal swore he felt the spent dick harden again inside him. And Theo rolled his hips again, and again, and now he was properly fucking him.

He could cry from this, again.

Scratch that, he’s going to pass out from pleasurepainpleasurepain-

The cabin was filled with desperate whimpers and tortured whines, even more so now that Cal realized it wasn’t only coming from him.

Theo looked pained as he forced himself to keep going, his posture rigid as it was clear that Thirteenth hadn’t let up the death grip around Theo’s trachea.

Force, it was humiliating. Being fucked stupid was almost humiliating, and now begging for release from someone who couldn’t give it to him is even more so.

The sheer desperation from the both of them acted as a catalyst to Cal’s lust and he almost passed out from the overwhelming lust coursing through his veins.

Thirteenth sneered at them, then he looked down to Cal who was still staring at the mirror, entranced by the scene enfolding him in front of him. Thirteenth reached out to Cal’s hair, brushing back stray strands before leaning down to hold jaw gently as if he was precious.

Cal was far from precious. He was a fucking slut.

“Does that feel good?” Thirteenth asked him, and Cal snapped his trance to return Thirteenth’s gaze, determined to not let him down this time.

“Yes,” he moaned.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes sir,” Cal cried out, hoarse. “He feels good, sir.”

“Good. Fourteenth is not entirely useless after all,” Thirteenth peered up to Fourteenth and delight filled his eyes with an evil sneer on his lips, clearly enjoying his sight on Fourteenth, who is suffering behind Cal. “You tell him how to fuck you,” he continues, looking back to Cal with amusement. “And you can come just from his cock.”

Cal groaned in pure utter relief.

“Thank you, sir, tell him to fuck me harder.”

Immediately, Theo gives him hard, desperate, filling thrusts. Cal can’t be blamed for his eyes closing at the pleasure he was receiving, despite the pain making him whimper helplessly. Theo’s painful choked-off moans threw Cal over the edge, spilling for the last time on the soiled sheets, back arching as he presses his ass closer to Theo’s pelvis as he clenches and unclenches around the shaft, indirectly making this painful for Theo as he could feel the Inquisitor above him tremble under his mercy.

Cal must have passed out from the pleasure. When he came back, he was no longer on his hands and knees as he was now lying on the bed, a warm wet cloth ran over his skin to clean up the evidence of a sex marathon. Cal lets out a hum of satisfaction and he stretches out his muscles.

“Hey,” Thirteenth’s voice filled his ears, and the cloth made no motion to slow down on his skin. “Can you open your eyes for me?”

Cal blinked wearily and grinned at the sight of Thirteenth, who looked satisfied with him. Thirteenth wipes down his chest, groin and ass.

Thirteenth heads back to the bathroom, Cal gingerly pushes himself up, wincing at the sharp pains deep under his skin, his leg cramping from its exertion.

Thirteenth comes back, he takes his time walking back to the bed, a fond expression on his face as he watches Cal slowly come back to the world. When Thirteenth crawls in next to his Jedi, he whispers into Cal’s ears promising him a bath he was craving for and delicious takeout he sent Fourteenth to retrieve.

Instead of saying thank you like a normal person, Cal says “You definitely fucked people to death before.”

Thirteenth huffs a laugh.

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Inquisitor Cal shows a good time to Jedi Cal

for @hereforthefanficsandromance ily 😘

I wrote this for miss V's fan fiction (cause im cray-cray)

MDI | Cal x Cal (yes you read that right) | Inquisitor!Cal x Jedi!Cal

Warnings: choking, light degradation, themes of BDSM, face humping, unprotected sex, proceed with caution (or with excitement idk you do you)

Cal was four holographic films into the night and about ten strokes away from finishing himself off when he sensed it.

Immediately, his erection flagged out of sheer shock like a sail that lost its wind because no way— no way was he mistaking the face staring back at him through the doorway of his cabin.

He scrambled, because how the fuck did he miss this person stumbling into his ship while he was preoccupied? The molten embarrassment makes itself known on his face as shoves his dick back into his underwear. There was no way to play this off, it was so obvious what he was doing alone in his room— and he was not going to take the entire blame for this awkward situation.

“Oh shit-“ he began, getting up quickly to get this person off the ship so he can just fly away and pretend it has never happened. He definitely did not get walked on jacking off alone by a stranger (he will never sleep right after this). He couldn’t even look at this person in their eyes without feeling the crushing shame through his veins. “Hey, what are you doing-”.

He stops abruptly, his thoughts fleeting out the window. His eyes were solely trained on the infamous white insignia on the stranger’s chest, which he bleakly realizes is a breastplate being worn by no one else other than an Imperial Inquisitor.

Great. Not only did he get walked on jacking off. He got busted jacking off by a fucking Imperial Inquisitor. If Cal wasn’t already shifting into defensive, the Force reinforcing the wall around his consciousness and flinging his lightsaber into his hand, he would have gone hysterical with how absurd this situation was.

Yep. He has to kill this motherfucker. Screw the Jedi principles. He refuses to let this Inquisitor he just met yet go back to their lair and make jokes about his dick. They would never let him live it down- oh gods now all of his future interactions with the Galactic Empire’s Inquisitors would involve innuendos.

How the fuck is he going to explain this to-

“I’m not here to fight you,” the Inquisitor said. Cal’s eyes flicked to its face after trying to stare a hole into its breastplate. His mind went blank and he froze.

Because that’s his face. The Inquisitor is wearing his own face.

Did they clone him?

The Inquisitor sighs in irritation. “Will you listen to me?” He growls, Cal becomes fascinated with how his eyebrows scrunch in anger and how his jaw clenches while swallowing. He continues, “Or do I have to force you to listen to me?”

Cal almost laughs. Force to? Typical.

He takes a breath instead. He doesn’t really want to have a fight in his own ship, wearing only his underwear while his opponent is fully decked out in full gear. He doesn’t raise his lightsaber, noting that his opponent- his twin hasn’t pulled out his own weapon, yet. Cal eyes at the dark uniform, taking in the sleek black clothes and protective plates. He sees the red glow right next to the unmistakable small signature imperial logo printed on his left breast.

This was it. He was looking at his worst fear, of submitting to the delicious veil of the dark side of the Force. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the golden orbs on his face, the same orbs he sees on his enemies.

Anger. Hate. Fear. Power.

He doesn’t even recognize himself. He is not Cal. He has his face, his body, eyes, nose, everything. However, the way how this person- this monster carries himself at first impression, was unmistakably not Cal. He forced himself to not flinch as the monster sighed and stepped back, away from him.

His heart seized, and his breath cut off at the horrifying realization that his only family left wouldn’t distinguish them physically. What if this clone hurts his f-

“CAL.”

His eyes focus directly on this Inquisitor, who snapped him out of his own turmoil. The monster stares at him back, his face completely devoid of emotions as his eyes analyze his copy (the better copy of himself).

Cal knew what he needed to do.

“How did you get on my ship?” He asked, willing his voice to not crack as he stoically stared at the man. The inquisitor purses his lips and Cal does not miss how his eyes looked at his saber.

“You were at the bar downtown.” 

Cal blinked at him. “What?”

“By coincidence,” he continued, clearly not impressed with Cal, his eyes boring into the Jedi as if saying keep up with me, will you? “We used the same cup, I saw you. And knowing you, I figured you’d hide your ship here.”

Yeah, that explains why there are two Cal Kestis in this universe. 

Cal didn’t let up his lightsaber. “And you’re me. But you’re-”

“An Inquisitor?” The man interrupted, his expression finally deviating from blank to a mocking curiosity. “Clearly,” he says, setting his hands on his hips and Cal could already do that by habit, the way his gloved fingers rest easily on the belt. “I was on a task to retrieve this artifact, we thought it was a form of Holocron, however when I activated it, it brought me here, and I knew this place was not my home.”

“Right. And you expect me to help you?”

“Is it your job to hunt down Inquisitors?” He snarled, irritation finally coming through his stoic facade. “Helping me would keep the number of those fucks the same, not helping me would just add more problems for you.”

Cal bristled, clearly not wanting to deal with this and do something else entirely different. “Why not go to your brothers and sisters?”

Thirteenth scoffed. “Would you rather me go to them over you? Kriff, you know how to hurt my feelings.”

“How did you get in here?”

“I’m literally you,” He exasperated as if that was the clear answer to his questions. “I flew this piece of junk before,” Cal grimaced at the Inquisitor’s insult. “Can you at least put that damn thing down?”

Cal didn’t need a moment to decide on that.  “No.”

The Inquisitor pursed his lips and kept his eyes on his opponent. Cal holds onto his gaze as he tries to forget what he was doing earlier before this confrontation. The messy sheets behind him and the damning bottle of lube really didn’t help him do that. The silence was just awkward. Cal couldn’t tell if the Inquisitor even wanted to fight him after walking in on him. This is what is happening, right?

The Inquisitor backed off, now slouching his shoulders as if he wanted to make himself look smaller, more harmless. “Fine,” he exhaled and moved his hand to reach for the weapon strapped to his back. Cal adjusts his position, mentally preparing himself for a nasty fight in such a tight space. 

He sees the signature weapon, expecting it to ignite bold red.

Except that didn’t happen. The Inquisitor chucked it at him unkindly, clearly annoyed with him. Cal disengages his weapon and catches the chucked lightsaber after it bounces off his chest, glancing at it with disgust and judgment with its design.

“Now I’m defenseless,” the evil clone stated. Cal blinked at the hidden memories the Inquisitor held with his weapon. He felt the disgust at how many people were slain, the disgust of how his clone was able to carry out such atrocities with no hint of remorse on his face. “Do you trust me?”

Cal would have said no if he didn’t see the other memories. Memories of the Inquisitor, being more Cal than a bloodthirsty soldier of the Galactic Empire. He sees him volunteering at a very cozy library that is hidden away from the peering eyes of the Empire, talking to passerby and their children as they venture through the walls of books. He sees him purposely thwarting imperial soldiers from finding force-sensitive children more than a dozen times over the years. He sees him kill Fifth Brother for threatening to kill someone Thirteenth Brother clearly cared about.

He sees him fighting against a fallen Jedi, a newly formed Inquisitor, Fourteenth, pleading with him to not fully succumb to the dark side of the Force, to endure the long road of redemption, with him.

So his clone’s name is Thirteenth Brother. But he goes by Cal when he doesn’t want to be a monster an Inquisitor.

But once an Inquisitor is always an Inquisitor.

“You know I won’t trust you,” Cal started saying before realizing what he was even saying to Thirteenth. “But I will help you return home. Do you have the artifact with you?”

Thirteenth visibly relaxed, his features almost softened “Glad you asked,” he said and he reached behind once more to grab something from his satchel. “Right here,” he pulls out the cube that resembles a Holocron, glowing eerie green as it dimmed and lightened periodically. Cal almost wanted to step closer to the Inquisitor to inspect it himself, fingers itching towards the object.

Thirteenth smirked with a glint of unkindness in his eyes. “However,” he began, Cal braced himself, already knowing whatever he was going to say would sting. “Before we get into that, I’m giving you a chance to get your dick wet before we proceed. Straight back to your cabin alone after drinks is just sad.”

Cal blinked. His mind went blank for a second as Cal.exe rebooted. Then the feeling of embarrassment comes back in full force and Cal seethes at his clone for making fun of him for jerking off alone. They are literally the same person. “Don’t even bring that up!” He exclaimed defeatedly and Thirteenth chuckled at him.

He hoped this would be a swift mission for both of them.

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The atmosphere is thick with tension.

Almost suffocating.

Every movement is deliberate, every breath heavy with suppressed emotion. The air crackles with the electricity of their simmering anger, each moment stretching out as they refuse to be the first to break the silence. Cal found himself inhaling sharply over every small little thing he immediately found irritating, knowing that his emotions were being influenced by Thirteenth’s simmering rage through the Force. Kriff sake, he couldn't even wash the dishes without feeling the urge to grab a plate and throw it at Thirteenth.

Thirteenth is currently fixing up the wiring behind the subspace transceiver underneath the holographic pod. Cal would have felt appreciative for his double to help him out with that, but all he felt was annoyance because he knew Thirteenth wasn’t fixing that out of the goodness of his heart.

What heart, Cal thought spitefully.

Thirteenth's fingers tighten around the tool in his hand, knuckles turning white with the effort to contain his frustration. He shoots a glance in Cal's direction, eyes narrowed with resentment but quickly averts his gaze, not wanting to give Cal the satisfaction of seeing his agitation.

Cal's jaw works in tight, controlled movements, muscles twitching with the effort to keep his anger in check. His grip on the last dirty mug tightens as he struggles to contain the torrent of words threatening to spill from his lips.

Instead, Cal calmly shuts off the water facet and makes his way to his cabin. He needs to get his clothes off of him, put on some comfort clothes and forget the entire fucking thing.

The ‘entire fucking thing’ involves no one other than Boba Fett. Not only Cal’s man-crush has caused this tension, fucking Thirteenth made the entire situation almost damn unliveable. Cal did not want to walk in on Thirteenth screwing Boba Fucking Fett in a dirty alleyway, hear their moans and grunts of pleasure, and Cal sure has hell did not need Thirteenth to catch him looking and give him a show.

Thirteenth knew Cal liked him, and he went ahead to fuck him and brag it in his face. Now, Cal can't even take up bounty contracts with Fett in the future without the blinding embarrassment that threatens to crush him.

All he needed to do was walk to his cabin, change his clothes, and call it a night. Yes, he has to walk past Thirteenth to get to the cabin, but he's a grown-up. He can handle the tension.

But, also, fuck Thirteenth.  

Thirteenth is now looking at him with an expectant expression on his face. He finishes up the repairs as he drills the metal sheet back up, his eyes not leaving Cal as he tries to walk past Thirteenth and ignore him.

With a sharp inhale, Cal’s plans were thrown to the gutter as Thirteenth’s voice cut through the silence like a lightsaber.

“You are being pathetic.”

Oh, fuck you, you son of a Bantha.

Cal turns, all common sense thrown out of the ship as he steps closer to Thirteenth menacingly. Thirteenth obviously doesn't flinch at his antics. Cal had enough of this man. He was rightfully pissed and Thirteenth is the asshole if he refuses to see his perspective. “I’m not the one who got some dick instead of doing our job,” Cal hissed.

Thirteenth’s amusement was blatantly clear on his face, and Cal had to resist the urge to deck him.

“At least I’m not so pathetic that I have to jerk off alone every time. I man up and fuck around.”

“You always had to bring that up?” Cal exclaims with annoyance. 

Thirteenth is acting like a child. A fucking child. And he's an Inquisitor.

Yep, this is when he walks away.

Cal sighs and turns around to proceed to his cabin, praying to the Force that Thirteenth is not sadistic enough to follow him and continue bickering. His patience was falling apart at its seams and Thirteenth followed him, not letting up the argument for a moment.

“Are you angry at me because you don’t trust me enough to let me run off for a few hours? Or is it the fact I fucked your stupid crush and you didn’t?”

“Shut up,’ Cal groaned exasperated, rolling his eyes hard at Thirteenth as he threw his coat on the dresser.  

“You stayed around a lot longer than you should have,” Thirteenth pointed out and Cal froze for a sliver of a second and continued to pull out his bedclothes to play it off. “Did you like watching me get fucked by big, strong men?” Thirteenth asked, his voice low and dark, like telling a dirty secret. It was gravelly, even more than it usually was, scratching away Cal’s self-control like sandpaper on wood. “Did you enjoy watching me beg and cry for it?”

Cal had to swallow hard.

Thirteenth’s eyelids slid low over his eyes, practically fluttering his eyelashes at Cal, the memory of Thirteenth’s lustful gaze on him while Fett thrust into him came back to mind.

Kriff.

“Did you want to do that to me?” Thirteenth purred with a mean sneer. His eyes darted to Cal’s wet lips then back to his eyes. “Hold me down and make me cry? Call you ‘sir’?”

Cal let out a gasp, breath stuck in his throat and he looked at the door behind Thirteenth, trying to judge if he could get away from just sprinting out and never coming back. Cal looks back to Thirteenth before he can let the man extract his thoughts from his mind and figure out his plan.

Only when he looked at Thirteenth, he could see the realization dawning in his expression and absolute glee dancing in his eyes, like all of his wishes came true all at once.

“Or maybe,” Thirteenth said slowly. His other hand came up to unclasp the belt around his (borrowed) coat, letting the bag fall to the ground. Cal felt like he was suffocating on Thirteenth’s stare. He swallowed a lump down his throat.

“Or maybe you want all that to be done to you,” Thirteenth hissed.

Cal was fucked.

Triumph broke out on his face— bright and glorious. His eyes glowed a dark hue of red as the Force entwined the two souls through mutual lust as if this was what they were meant to do.

“You do want me to do that to you.”

Cal wanted to say no. He wanted to deny it. He wanted to shove Thirteenth away and take a lightsaber and cut him down on this spot, maybe even punch him if he needed to— anything except look at him like a Jawas caught stealing a droid red-handed.

Thirteenth stepped closer, right into Cal’s personal space, his hand raised to cup his jaw, his thumb stroking Cal’s lower lip.

“I can do it,” he murmured. His voice was laced with promise and lust. “I had my fair share of brats, and I know how to satisfy their needs.” His hand lowered to firmly grasp Cal’s throat, tilting his face up, and Thirteenth asked, “Do you want me to, Jedi?”

No no no no no no n-

“Put you on your knees,” Thirteenth continued, “smack your ass until it’s cherry red and fuck your mouth afterwards? With no regard if you can breathe?”

Cal wanted to die, wanted to disintegrate and his ashes to fly away in the wind.

Thirteenth’s eyes gentled, the red glow fading away, and he leaned in closer. Too close. Close enough that Cal can breathe his breath.

“Let me have you,” Thirteenth whispered. His tone was no longer teasing, he no longer sounded like he was taunting him, playing with his desires and prancing about fucking other people while Cal desperately hold true to his Jedi values.

Now, he sounded pleading. Pleading. Begging.

Cal’s eyes shut, and his head fell back against the wall. He made a soft noise as lust nearly overtook his self-control. Maybe it was noise to remind himself that this was not a wet dream.

Thirteenth took that as a sign to make a move. He leaned in even further into Cal’s throat, to dip his nose at the length of his column, breathing him in, barely touching his skin other than his hand holding him still.

The hand on his throat should have scared Cal, but it didn’t. It was reassuring, his neck on fire where skin met skin, touch light enough to gently pet a cat.

Cal broke, the Force dropping his walls as Thirteenth’s overpowering presence seeped into his consciousness like tea in hot water. The lust he could feel from him snapped all of Cal’s thoughts as his neurons overloaded.

“Okay,” Cal whispered in response with the quietest voice he could muster like he was hoping this was not real.

Thirteenth responded to that by pressing a kiss to his neck just beneath the corner of his jaw, under his ear, a firm kiss, but nothing more. Then he nosed his way up to Cal’s ear to whisper into it, “Undress for me. I want everything off.”

Cal stepped back almost abruptly, letting Thirteenth’s hand fall from his throat, but he didn’t make a move, like a predator waiting for their dying prey to succumb so they could feast on them lazily.

Cal felt a burning blush creep up his neck and into his face, heating up the rest of his body. There were tremors underneath his skin that he knew had nothing to do with nerves and everything to do with desperation and sheer arousal in his blood. His cock was hard beneath his pants, which did not hide it, but Thirteenth didn’t have to see it to know how it looked.

With the greatest effort, Cal pulled his shirt off, his eyes never leaving Thirteenth’s gaze as he was being watched. He saw how Thirteenth’s eyes dropped down to his chest, slurping up all the detail in the dimmed lighting. This gave Cal the courage to shuck his pants down and prays that Thirteenth would not take this opportunity to make fun of him going commando underneath his clothes.

Cal stood naked, and the Inquisitor stayed clothed. Cal wanted to reach forward, say fuck this, and just rip every article of clothing off of him. However, he stayed put, and there was a small fear in the back of Cal’s mind that this was some elaborate joke and that Thirteenth was cruel enough to pull this prank on him.

Turns out that being Force-sensitive does not grant full transparency between two men who sought a deeper connection. Thirteenth takes this hesitation from Cal as second-guessing and doubts, he looks back up into Cal’s eyes, searching for something, Cal didn’t know. His eyes flickered over every inch of it as if committing every feature and comparing it to himself.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured quietly, and the silence in the room was loud enough to hear a pin drop. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

Cal remained silent, but he reached up to put a hand delicately on the back of Thirteenth’s neck and pulled him down for a proper kiss.

Thirteenth seemed to melt against him, just falling into him and using his entire weight to push Cal back and up against the wall. The kiss that Cal had initiated had been taken over completely by Thirteenth.

He pressed his mouth harder and harder against Cal’s own, using the wall as leverage to do so. Their teeth clicked together with the pressure, and almost unconsciously, Cal parted his lips.

Thirteenth made a soft groan at that, a desperate noise that sent a shudder through Cal’s body.

How long, he wondered, how long had Thirteenth wanted this too?

The thought floated away as Thirteenth’s tongue was licking its way into Cal’s mouth. All that remained was the hard line of Thirteenth’s body against his front, pinning him to the wall against his back, and the wet heat of his mouth, devouring him. Cal let out a breathy sound as the Inquisitor rutted his thigh against his groin.

“I want to suck you,” Cal breathed out, taking the opportunity to rut against Thirteenth’s still-fully-clothed thigh. “Please,” he added for good measure, knowing every Inquisitor is the same.

They all lust for begging of any sort.

And to Cal’s delight, Thirteenth fell for that trap.

Thirteenth stepped back to give Cal just enough room for his commands. Cal almost whined at the loss of bodily contact and the delicious friction. He was almost lightheaded from the amount of lust he was drowning in, trying to stay afloat while the tendrils under the water pulled him under by his foot.

“Kneel.”

That simple command meant everything to the both of them for the night. Thirteenth is not simply asking him to stick his dick in his mouth. He was asking for submission, and Cal was not known for submission. Especially to the Empire. However, this was Thirteenth, himself, and Cal would submit to himself.

Cal kneeled, eyes never leaving Thirteenth’s face as he relished in the look of satisfaction on his own face. The hunger grew in his eyes as he looked predatory. Cal’s dick jumped pathetically at the sight as it hung between his thighs, exposed to Thirteenth’s judgment entirely.

“Convince me to fuck you,” he commanded, and if it wasn’t for the lust restraining Cal’s ego, he would have got annoyed at him and snarked back.

Instead, he reached up to the hem of Thirteenth’s trousers and gingerly pulled out his cock from its confines. Cal closed his eyes from the smell of his own sex filling the room and he had to hold back a sound after the fire went through his veins and through his groin.

Cal opened his eyes and looked up to Thirteenth, trying to copy the expression he saw on Thirteenth when he found him with Fett and gave him a firm lick up the shaft. Cal didn’t give him a moment to react when he wrapped his mouth around his cock and sucked.

“Damn,” Thirteenth hissed, tossing his head back in response to the assault.

It was an assault, a reckless takedown of Thirteenth’s walls. With every vicious suck of Cal’s lips, every stroke of Cal’s fist, every lick of Cal’s tongue, Thirteenth felt himself crumbling down to bare himself completely to Cal.

He could not let that happen.

Thirteenth’s foot kicked open Cal’s thighs and a shin pressed against his groin, Cal choked a moan and barely stopped himself from gagging on the dick deep in his throat, he grabbed onto Thirteenth’s thighs tightly.

Thirteenth tipped his foot on its toes and down, grinding his shin against Cal’s groin and he grabbed Cal by the back of his head to thrust into him deeper. Thirteenth’s instructions were clear, and Cal let out a choked breath as he compiled.

Not that he didn’t want to grind against Thirteenth’s shin (more like ankle with how low his hips are now) for his pleasure, but the thought of it, rutting against an inquisitor’s leg like a dog, was humiliating and satisfying in equal measure.

Thirteenth groaned deeply at the sight, his voice sending vibrations through his chest cavity and his body, Cal redoubled his efforts to not abandon the cock in his mouth to focus solely on humping his leg.

He could feel his legs aching from the floors, his thighs burning for the small circular motions for his groin and his jaw sore from holding it open for a prolonged period. The intense eye contact with Thirteenth has stopped Cal from noting his discomfort as he stares at the golden orbs, desperate to prove his worth by repaying him with pleasure.

Thirteenth’s pace has increased to the point where he was painfully grabbing Cal’s hair to move his mouth faster, his thrusts hard enough to press into his face as he desperately tries not to gag on his dick, and fails to do that. As Thirteenth abuses his mouth, Cal in return grabs onto the leg he was using with both hands and grinds hard against it, taking it as he pleases.

Even though Thirteenth has completely put him into submission, Cal still wants to compete with him. He would not fall apart yet, not before the inquisitor. He can feel the Force surrounding Thirteenth rapidly crumble with each thrust, exposing the man’s feelings to Cal as his protective wall evaporates with each pant he releases.

Cal’s entire body is burning, but he doesn’t stop. He won’t stop until he proves himself to him.

For what though?

Thirteenth curses, eyes opening wide as they had slid shut after Cal let him fuck his mouth, the inquisitor curses more and abruptly pulls Cal off of him, one hand tangled in his hair with a grip, holding the Jedi in place to look at him.

Cal coughed and took his opportunity to catch his breath as he held eye contact with Thirteenth, not ignoring how he could see the trembling underneath clothes and the flush on his copy’s face, he noted at the red lips glistening wet as Thirteenth had been biting it to muffle his noises.

Before Cal could start teasing him for not being able to hold onto it for much longer, Thirteenth beat him to it, his hand gripped his hair again and this time, he gripped it tight, painful so that Cal cried out a little. He used that hand to push Cal's face harder against his cock and thrust up against his cheek, rubbing himself off on him.

It felt hot and filthy and a little embarrassing, all the requirements needed to drive Cal out of his fucking mind.

“You are such a whore for my cock,” Thirteenth groaned. The words sound like they were supposed to be cruel, but the tone he said was delighted. “This is what you wanted. Me rutting against you?”

Cal moaned in agreement. His cock was dripping, but he kept his hands on Thirteenth’s shaking thighs while Thirteenth rubbed off on his face.

“Fucking look at you,” he hissed, fingers tightening even more and shaking him a little, making Cal cry out more. “You’re getting off on this, being used like this.”

Oh Fuck, Cal realized, I can come just from this.

Thirteenth seemed to realize the same thing. To Cal’s relief (or disappointment), Thirteenth pulled back from him, grunting when the Jedi got in one last lick on his cock while pulling away. His hand is still tangled in Cal’s hair and he pulls him up, forcing Cal to get up.

“Get on the bed,” he orders, and Cal internally pumps his fist in the air for what is about to happen. As the grip left his hair, Cal plopped himself on the comfy mattress, realizing the duvet was off and folded neatly into the corner. Cal wondered if Thirteenth planned this all out.

The thought was interrupted when Thirteenth suddenly grabbed one of his ankles and pulled him closer to the edge of the mattress. He felt the tendrils of Thirteenth’s force assisting the pull as Cal was brought closer to the Inquisitor with little effort. Before Cal could make a move, Thirteenth gripped his throat, and pushed him back down to the mattress, gently to Cal’s surprise.

The Thirteenth looked good from above. He looked divine, with the look of hunger in his eyes and lips wet with wanton. And he was finally naked to Cal’s delight.

Cal couldn’t stop staring at the lips.

Thirteenth slowly inches closer, close enough that Cal could taste his breath. Thirteenth licked his bottom lip, and Cal could only whimper and try to kiss back in return.

Thirteenth’s worship was efficiently quick as he went from kissing and licking into Cal’s mouth, tasting their precome together, he moved to under Cal’s jaw, bit his ear before kissing down the column of his throat, biting into his skin, and all Cal could do was lay there helplessly and bite his tongue.

Thirteenth’s spare hand strummed Cal’s ribs gently before it circled around his nipple, making Cal squirm. A strangled yelp escaped Cal as Thirteenth pinched it, but Cal held perfectly still as he moaned.

“Oh good boy,” Thirteenth murmured, full of delight. He moved down to suck in Cal’s other nipple as he kept pinching the same nipple.

“Thirt- Cal-“ 

“Try again.”

Cal’s mind went blank while Thirteenth continues to play with his fucking chest. He couldn’t think straight and could only grunt as Thirteenth pulled painfully at his nipple, before resting it and soothing it with his tongue or fingertips. Cal had to think what he said wrong, and then it dawned on him.

“Sir,” Cal whispered, “please.”

Thirteenth prompted forward, like a rope snapping, and bit Cal’s ear and licked it and Cal could only moan.

Fucking hell.

“I don’t care if you come,” Thirteenth growled right into his ear, “I prefer you like this, desperate and needy. If you want to come, you better convince me” Then he flipped Cal onto his front against the mattress and manhandled his legs to expose himself to the Inquisitor.

Before Cal could feel any sense of shame (there was none), a hard smack landed on his ass, making him shout. It was hard enough to leave a handprint, he imagined, and it only made him tilt his hips more to expose more of his ass.

“Liked that?” Thirteenth asked mockingly as if he couldn’t read all of Cal’s soul through the Force, just like Cal could sense deep desire and lust through Thirteenth.

Cal did not answer as he decided he was not going to further validate that asshole.

Another hard smack landed in the same place, and Cal grunted loudly once more, his cock pulsing and a bead of pre-come slowly dripping from his shaft and onto the sheets.

Cal could feel the smugness from Thirteenth, motherfucker didn’t even bother to try to hide it. Another smack on the other cheek drove Cal forward and flattened himself on the mattress, a broken sound out of him and another smack had him whimpering.

He could feel both of Thirteenth’s hands grip his hips to force him to get his ass back up. Thirteenth smacked him again, and again, and again until Cal couldn’t bother muffling his cries. His ass was hot, throbbing in pain. Hiding his noises was the least of his worries.

And Thirteenth slid his fingers up the crease of his ass, caressing his hole lightly, Cal gave in and begged, “Please.”

“Finally you submit to me,” he hears him murmur in approval. Thirteenth pressed his fingers to Cal’s rim and rubbed the outside of it lightly. Cal pants as he holds back his moans and lets the inquisitor fondle him.

The fingers withdrew, and before Cal could decide to start mouthing at Thirteenth to do something to him, he heard the man move towards his bedside table to find the lube and condoms.

Cal looked over to the condoms in Thirteenth’s hand and a thought came just as quickly Cal tried to squash it before Thirteenth could hear it through the Force, however, it was pointless as Thirteenth looked back to Cal with a sharp inhale, dropping the condoms back into the nightstand.

“You are a slut,” Thirteenth murmured and gods, that should not have sent a violent wave of lust through Cal’s body.

Cal shut his eyes and rested his head against his arms as he held his ass up, he could feel his legs trembling from overstimulation and exertion. He fights down the humiliation of succumbing to Thirteenth’s dominance. 

He finches and wills himself to not pull away as he poured lube on his ass and in between his cheeks, with full disregard for how cold the lube felt on Cal’s skin. He felt Thirteenth return to fondling his ass, and when he pushed two into him at once, they went with little friction. Still some resistance though as Cal’s ass burned from the intrusion. He cried out a broken pathetic sound and arched his back like a cat getting that good scratch on its back.

“Good,” Thirteenth hissed, both mocking and sincere. “Fuck yourself on my hand, show me how much you want my dick. Beg for it and then maybe I’ll let you come.”

Cal hates this man.

But he wanted this. Thir- Cal was doing everything he wanted. They were fully transparent with each other and the Force-

The Force unexplainably acted as a catalyst, a bond between them.

Cal let out a moan before he started to roll his hips, and another when he felt the delicious pressure of Thirteenth’s fingers on his prostate.

“More,” Cal whimpered.

“Try again,” Thirteenth cajoled. His fingers split apart, stretching Cal open with little kindness, and Cal couldn’t help but rise up on his toes and cry out, “Please!”

“Please what?” Thirteenth demanded.

“Please fuck me with your cock. Please fuck me, Sir,” Cal sobbed, shutting his eyes and pressing his face into the mattress to smother out his embarrassment as humiliation slithered through his spine. But he has already crossed the point of no return. There was no coming back from this, so he could only proceed forward. “I want you inside me, you to split me open and fuck me up. Please I’ll do anything,” he whimpered.

Thirteenth hummed in approval and kissed the back of his tailbone. “Dangerous promise,” he praised, and Cal tried not to lose his mind on him because otherwise, Thirteenth would have that power over him. “Good boy.”

And he felt a wet dick nudging against his hole. Cal scrambled to move his hands to spread his cheeks for Thirteenth. When he pushed himself in, it slid with ease of extra lubrication that Thirteenth put on himself without Cal’s attention.

Cal moaned and moved his hands back to the mattress for leverage to look back at the Inquisitor, curiosity burning in his gut to see what he looked like from above.

And Gods. Gods. Is this what he looks like when he fuck?

The heavy gaze Thirteenth had on him held Cal into place, like a siren soothing the sailor to look at them. His eyes held promise as he slurped up all of Cal’s features, committing it to memory.

Then, Thirteenth darted a hand to the back of Cal’s neck, gripping it painfully and forcing him back onto the mattress roughly. Cal yelped before he was smothered into the mattress, he barely could turn his head to breathe as Thirteenth held him down like he was a wild animal. Cal groaned as he stayed put, and screamed when Thirteenth violently thrust into Cal’s ass with little regard for comfort or pleasure. He grunted with each thrust that drove Cal further up on the mattress. Cal had enough consciousness to throw his hands up the best he could while being pinned to avoid bringing himself into the wall.

“Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleas-” Cal was chanting through his sobs, doing his best to stay in position for Thirteenth as his legs shook with fervour.

“You have until I finish to come, or you won’t come at all,” Thirteenth growled through harsh breaths of effort. “You are mine now, Jedi. You don’t get to come without my permission.” Cal sobbed out something akin to an agreement. Kriff- yes. Yes, he wanted this. He craved this and he finally got it. He wanted to come for Thirteenth. “You won’t be able to come with anyone else. I am ruining you for everyone. You won’t be able to come without me.”

Cal just yelled in response, tears ready to leave his eyes as he breathed harshly against the now-wet mattress under his face. He was so close. So so close-

Thirteenth stopped and Cal could have started a whole new war over that.

Before Cal could let his rage consume his horniness and get angry at Thirteenth for fucking stopping when he was just right there. Thirteenth pulled out and grabbed him again, manhandling him onto his back. 

Thirteenth then grabbed his legs to wrap around his waist and used the same hand that held him down previously to choke him into the mattress. Cal inhales pitifully as he struggled and his dick jumped, he stares at Thirteenth, eyes fluttering as he struggles to keep them open on his face and moaned loudly as he was fucked brutally again.

Cal was getting off on the feral look on Thirteenth’s face as he increased his pace. The grip on his neck tightened again and the grip on his hip left bruises, and his thrusts grew harder and erratic, slamming into Cal harshly with every single one. 

Cal whimpered as he took every thrust without complaint, Thirteenth was saying something but went unheard as Cal could only hear the roaring white noise in his ears. Thirteenth moved his grip on his neck to the back and he moved himself lower to breathe into Cal’s sweaty neck. Before Cal could consider moving his hands to Thirteenth’s back and feel the muscles working, Thirteenth bent over to bite the skin around Cal’s nipple and suck it into his mouth.

When Cal cried out, Thirteenth started fucking him in earnest.

Cal knew he was moaning and crying and whimpering, but he couldn’t gather enough focus to worry about it. He could only feel, not think— feel Thirteenth sucking on his tit, feel Thirteenth fucking him like a beast.

Thirteenth grunted with the force of every thrust, the headboard banging against the wall, and Cal could only grab his back and hold on as the pleasure overwhelmed him. Thirteenth used the hand not holding his neck to reach his neglected cock.

And he was seizing up into Thirteenth pitifully as every wave of crashing orgasm wrecked through his entire being. Cal yelled out as his vision whitened out, and was able to breathe after Thirteenth sat up to watch him crumble apart.

Cal comes back to see Thirteenth’s subtle yet triumphant look on his face, his hips still gyrating to give himself pleasure.

“That was good.” He panted to Cal with a smirk. 

Vaguely, Cal could feel the Inquisitor still rock solid inside him, so he grabbed Thirteenth’s shoulders for one last time to gain leverage to flip positions. Cal was delighted that his stunt succeeded as he heard Thirteenth yelp in surprise, clearly having his guard down long enough for Cal to roll him onto his back, looking up at him with awe and his dick still snug inside Cal.

Cal wasn’t done, so he took Thirteenth’s hand, the one that had finished him off and was still covered in his semen, and licked his come off it.

“Fuck,” Thirteenth swore, his mouth hanging open. That was when Cal started to ride him at his earnest, hard and fast, half abandoning cleaning up the hand with his tongue. Thirteenth swore loudly, yelling out his orgasm into the darkness of the room, his fingers digging painfully into Cal’s waist, holding him in place as he violently rutted into the Jedi.

His head collapsed on the pillow afterwards, spent and sated, Cal followed him as he slumped his body on top of him, ignoring the wet spot and sweat between them. Thirteenth made a small pleased noise and they fell into silence, basking in the glow of post-orgasm haze, letting their body cool down and their heart slow to normal.

“That was fucking hot,” he told Cal as he wiggled the body off of his and onto Cal’s side, letting his softened cock slip out as he did.

The trickle of come that followed made Cal grimace, to which Thirteenth smirked a little, letting his fingers wander to Cal’s hole and insert a finger in.

Cal drew in a sharp breath but made no motion to stop him.

“So this is how I shut you up,” Thirteen snarked and Cal groaned in annoyance, plopping himself back onto the mattress and Thirteenth laughed.

“How long did you want to fuck me?” Cal asked, jumping straight into it.

Thirteen didn’t mind. 

“Since I saw you jerking off. Wondered what it was like to fuck yourself, literally.”

“Is that why you kept making jokes?” 

“It got you into bed with me.”

“... fair.”

[This is the most vanilla smut i have ever written]