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rowansparrow · 2 years

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Until the Stars Burn Out

(Art by @/space-b33)

**This fic is rated 18+, Minors do NOT interact or you will be blocked**

Summary: You are one of the many rebels who serve in the Dantooine rebellion, and after a bad injury leaves you out of commission, two of your fellow soldiers take it upon themselves to take care of you.

Rating: Explicit (smut, graphic sexual content, piv sex, oral sex, alien sex, graphic description of injury, the whole shebang)

Ships: Fives x Quill x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7.3k

A/N: Hello hello! I took a brief break from other writing projects to do this little gift for @witchklng. Not only is Madly’s birthday coming up, but they haven’t been feeling so great the last few weeks, and I thought maybe this would help lift their spirits. :) I love ya, pal. I hope you enjoy this!

This has literally so much plot I’m so sorry I got very carried away.

This takes place with in the Rose-verse, or the BAON Universe, or however you like to think of things lmao.

Sensitive content is tagged #Ro’s Protected Tag. Please block that tag if you are concerned about content.

Reblogs are so appreciated!

“This is bullshit and you know it!”

You slammed your hands down on the desk, but Athena Brisbane didn’t even so much as lift her eyes from the ‘pad she was looking over, scrolling absently even as you fumed in front of her.

“I’m ready to go back in the field, General! We need all the hands we can get out there!”

“And we need plenty of hands here, as well.” Athena replied, finally dragging her eyes up from the datapad and setting it aside with a sigh. She leaned forward, folding her hands under her chin and resting her elbows on the desk. “Look, I know you want to get back out there, but what good are you going to do us if you’re barely strong enough to take care of yourself?”

“I’m fine!”

“No.” Athena said plainly. “You aren’t.”

“My arm’s practically healed, there’s no need to -.”

“I’m not worried about your body.” Athena responded calmly. “I’m worried about what’s been going on in that head of yours.”

You seethed, barely able to keep your anger in check. “General Brisbane,” You said through gritted teeth. “You only have two Captains, me and Sho’cye. A lot of your men don’t trust him to lead them yet.” You jabbed your thumb into your chest. “But they trust me. They’re counting on me to get back out there, to lead!”

“Captain Sho’cye is perfectly capable of handling the men in your absence.” Athena replied, giving you a stern look. “I told you already once: Rex and the others are our allies. It’s time you put your faith in them as well.”

“I do.” You protested. “It’s just – how long are you going to keep me sidelined?”

“As long as it takes for you to heal. And to get your head on straight again.” She added, narrowing her eyes at you. “I won’t lose any more of my men just because you’re too trigger happy to get back out there.”

The comment stung, and Athena must’ve seen it written on your face, because she sighed again, standing up and coming around the desk to face you directly. She put her hands on your biceps, holding you firmly in place for a moment.

“You’re one of our best warriors.” She said gently. “And that’s why we need you at one hundred percent. We can’t afford to lose you because you’re pushing yourself before you’re ready.” She dropped her hands. “You aren’t going on any more missions until Soteria’s cleared you, and that’s final.”

“So what do you expect me to do in the meantime?” You demanded.

“Guard rotations if you must, but I’d prefer it if you just kept your nose clean and took this time to rest.” Athena replied, already settling back into her chair and picking up the datapad again. “Don’t bother me with this again. Until Soteria’s cleared you for combat, I don’t want to hear from you.”

She waved her hand in dismissal, and you stewed in front of her desk for a few moments longer before storming out, making sure to slam the door roughly behind you.

Your feet carried you to the public refresher just down the hall of the Command Center, with a few scattered rebels giving you salutes and skittering out of your way at the absolute fury written across your face. When you made it to the ‘fresher, you slammed the door behind you once again, storming over to the sinks and banging your fists against the counter, grunting in frustration as the thunk-clang of your two opposing hands hit the metal.

You panted for a moment, willing yourself to calm back down as you slowly dragged your eyes up to the mirror, forcing yourself to look at your own reflection.

The explosion you’d endured months earlier had gnarled the entire right side of your body. You could see the burn scars poking out from your tunic top, creeping up your neck and along your jaw, the whisps of the scarring curving up around your cheekbone and nearly to your eye.

You pounded your fists again. Thunk-clang.

You’d been lucky to have a cybernetic arm at all, with all the nerve damage that had been done in the explosion that had killed all your men but you. And Soteria had told you that you’d been lucky to keep both your legs as well. The scarring was gruesome, and you knew it continued down your neck to your shoulder and across your back and torso, down your legs and twisting your skin. You were grateful you were able to cover most of it with your clothing. But you could only hide so much of it.

You’d spent weeks in bacta tanks, physical therapy, prosthetics fittings, every fucking medical procedure imaginable. You’d seen more of the inside of Soteria’s hospital wing than anyone else on this gods-forsaken planet. Even though you felt perfectly fine now, and your wounds had healed and you’d completed your mandated physical therapy and retraining, Athena was still refusing to allow you back onto the battlefield.

Losing your men had been hard – and so too had the damage that was done to your body, ravaged and changed forever. But you weren’t crazy, you wouldn’t have some psychotic, PTSD-induced breakdown, or whatever it was that Athena was so worried about.

You had so little rebels for the cause. You couldn’t fathom why Athena wouldn’t just let you help.

You composed yourself, sighing quietly as you straightened back up, the tight, scarred-over skin on the burned half of your body protesting your movements slightly. You hadn’t applied medicine in a day or two, and the old wounds were flaring up with pain on occasion.

Reluctantly, you exited the refresher, trudging through the Command Center until you made your way to the main street.

The marketplace was filled with small vendors and stalls, and with a growl your stomach reminded you that you hadn’t eaten yet that day either, and perhaps it would be wise to stop and pick up something in the market for food before you headed home.

You parsed through your credits, stopping at the first vendor you came upon and buying a smattering of fruits and vegetables. What you’d do with them, you had no idea, your mind still too preoccupied with your conversation with Athena to really focus on what you were doing.

A little girl caught your eye a few stalls down, and you lifted your head. She was small, coming up maybe to your hip at most, but she had massive green ears sticking out on either side of her head. She was holding the hand of a man – a clone, you recognized his face, despite the scars dividing it – and weaving through the busy market with him. You knew the man was the Outlander, he’d been a scourge on the Rebellion until Athena had inexplicably allowed him into the village. Sometimes you just didn’t understand your leader, but you trusted her judgement even if you didn’t trust the stranger.

The little girl turned to look up at him, saying something excitedly to him and tugging on his hand, and the smile he gave her was soft, fatherly, and so sweet that you had to look away.

Maybe he wasn’t all bad.

Your thoughts were interrupted by someone calling your name.

You turned towards the sound, absently thanking the shopkeeper as she handed you your bundle of goods, and you stood at attention when you recognized the man coming towards you.

“Commander Cawthon, sir!” You greeted, saluting Athena’s right-hand man. “I didn’t realize you were planetside again, sir.”

“At ease.” Quill Cawthon chuckled, reaching for your hand and clasping it gently in his own. He’d grabbed your metal arm instead of your flesh one, but if he noticed, he didn’t react to it. “I’ve been meaning to check in on you, old friend. It’s been quite some time.”

You bristled slightly. “There’s no need to worry about me, sir.” You replied coolly. “Besides, I’m sure you’ve been kept busy.”

Quill’s tendrils twitched, and you cursed yourself inwardly. No doubt the Nautolan had sensed your change in mood (although in fairness, you guessed anyone with half a brain would know you were more pissed than calm these days). But Quill, to his credit, made no further comment, and you changed the subject.

“Your latest mission, was it a success?”

Quill chuckled again, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. “Something like that.” He flashed you a grin. “I trust Athena briefed you?”

“No.” You admitted, trying to rein in the anger mounting in your chest again. “No, she’s been leaving me out of things since I’ve – since I’m not active duty at the moment.”

“Ah, well allow me to fill in the blanks.” Quill said cheerfully. He regaled you with the story of going undercover in a club to obtain encoded information from an Empire operative, and you couldn’t help your smile. It was nice to feel included again, and Quill held nothing back. He wasn’t walking on eggshells around you, nor was he doing this to appease you.

“Any casualties?” You asked when Quill had given you the rundown of the mission.

“No, though we had a close call.” Quill replied. “Though thankfully, he seems to be making a swift recovery.” He turned slightly over his shoulder, and then his tendrils flicked again, abruptly turning back to you. “Forgive me, I’ve been terribly rude. I don’t believe you’ve met my partner.”

Partner. Well, that was certainly an unexpected and new development. A small part of your heart twisted at the news. “No, no I haven’t.” You replied.

Quill turned again, calling to someone over his shoulder, and you peeked around him. You spotted another clone dressed in civvies, the shadow of a bruise across his cheek – no doubt from the latest mission. He was handsome, with thick, dark curls tickling the back of his neck where they’d grown out. He’d clearly been in the middle of stuffing his face with something, because when he turned toward Quill’s voice, his cheeks were puffed up like a jooperfish. Beside him was the little green girl from earlier, her cheeks equally full of whatever they’d been eating, and she snatched a bag of something out of his hands and scampered back to the Outlander before the clone could react.

You hadn’t pictured Quill as the type to have a serious partner. Sure, he was kind, open, and very well-loved by the village, but you never really saw him as someone who would settle down with anyone in particular – even more surprising that his apparent partner was one of the clones who’d arrived with Captain Sho’cye’s troop and allied himself with the Outlander.

Immediately, you didn’t trust the stranger. Especially not around someone as gentle and trusting as Quill.

You frowned, sizing up the clone as he walked closer, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He swallowed whatever it was he’d been eating, licking powdered sugar from the corner of his lips as he sidled up next to Quill, smiling adoringly up at the Nautolan.

“Who’s this?”

You introduced yourself before Quill could, offering your hand to shake. “And you are?”

The clone was just as perceptive of Quill, and you caught the brief look of distrust in his eye before he took your hand. “Fives.” He introduced himself.

“A pleasure.” You replied, not at all meaning it. “I’m one of the rebel captains.”

“Funny, I’ve never heard of you.” Fives drawled back, shaking your hand anyway.

You ignored the barb, instead electing for a cool smile. “Well, it’s good we’ve finally met. I like to know the men who will be serving under me.”

“Under you?” Fives barked a laugh. “I report to Captain Sho’cye, no one else.”

“Not even General Brisbane, or our Commander Cawthon here?” You shot back. “Awfully disloyal for someone who was welcomed with open arms, despite throwing in with that Outlander scum -.”

“Alright, play nice, both of you.” Quill stepped in and turned a stern eye to Fives. “Must you pick a fight with everyone I introduce you to?”

“She started it.” Fives muttered under his breath.

If Quill heard him, he ignored him. “The Captain has been recovering from some serious injuries, which is why you haven’t had the opportunity to meet before now.” Quill said. “But she is one of our finest warriors, and Athena trusts her implicitly.”

Quill turned his stern gaze to you. “Athena also trusts Fives, as do I, and we trust the rest of his companions as well. They are a welcome addition to the village. I hope I’ve made myself clear.”

“Of course, sir.” You said, stiffening at once and saluting him. “My apologies, I overstepped.”

Quill’s easy smile returned at once, and he clapped his hands together. “Good. Well, it’s been lovely getting to catch up with you, Captain. I trust you’ll be rejoining us in the field soon?”

Don’t count on it. “I’m sure I will, sir.” You said instead, offering him another salute. Quill returned it in kind, and offered his arm to Fives. You watched as the trooper hooked his arm through Quill’s, and the two of them continued their stroll through the market.

You watched them over your shoulder, a bitter feeling settling in your chest.

“I’m sorry.” Soteria’s voice was sheepish, avoiding your ire. “You know I can’t give you approval to return to the field, yet.”

“Why not!” You groused, yanking your tunic top back on. “I’m perfectly fine! My injuries have healed, you’ve said so yourself.”

“Athena won’t approve it until she’s certain your mental state can -.”

“My mental state is fine.” You snapped back. “I’m tired of sitting around being useless.”

“I’m sorry.” Soteria said again. “My hands are tied.”

You sighed, pushing yourself roughly off the observation table and heading back out to the main room of the small medical practice. It had been three days since your last conversation with Athena, and still there was no sign of you getting to go back to battle any time soon.

You had stubbornly not been using your medication on your burn injuries, and they once again protested the sharp movements your body made as you stormed towards the exit. You were so focused on leaving that you almost missed the other Captain sitting in the waiting room.

He’d called your name almost tentatively, then louder when you didn’t seem to hear him, and you stopped.

“Oh, Captain Sho’cye.” You mumbled. “Forgive me, I’m a bit distracted.”

“No problem.” Rex said, awkwardly rising to his feet and wiping sweaty palms on his trousers. He seemed uncharacteristically nervous.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked him suddenly. “You aren’t hurt, are you?”

You cursed the small part of you that hoped he was hurt, so Athena would have no choice but to put you back on missions.

“No, no I’m alright.” Rex said hurriedly. “It’s my – well, my um, my – partner.” He settled on the word finally, rubbing the back of his head as though he wasn’t sure what to call her. “She’s – we’re expecting a child.”

Dimly, you recalled having been given this information before, but at the time, you hadn’t cared to get to know the clone Captain much, still not trusting him after aligning himself with the Outlander Gol’Chek, who had been the rebellion’s enemy for so long.

“Oh.” You said dumbly, glancing around the waiting room. “Where is she?”

“Refresher.” Rex said. “It’s just a routine checkup. Everything’s fine.” He almost sounded like he was trying to reassure himself more than answer a question you hadn’t asked.

You tried to make polite conversation. If you wanted to go out on missions again, you’d have to learn to work with the clones sooner or later. “How far along is she?”

“Just over twenty-three weeks.” Rex said, a small smile on his face. “It’s a boy.”

He sounded almost relieved to share the information, and you wondered if he’d been able to tell many people yet. You offered him a small smile in return. “Congratulations.”

Before Rex could continue, Quill stepped out of one of the neighboring rooms, thanking a medic over his shoulder. When he caught your eye, he beamed. “Ah, what a pleasant surprise, my two Captains in the same place.”

“Commander Cawthon.” You saluted him, and Quill waved you off. “Are you hurt, sir?”

“No, regrettably, this is for Fives.” He said, holding up a small jar of bacta. “We ran out.”

Rex suddenly looked guilty, clearing his throat and stepping back to the waiting area while you and Quill exited together.

“I’m sorry to hear he’s still hurting.” You told the Nautolan.

“No you aren’t.” Quill replied.

“I am, sir.”

“Please.” Quill chuckled. “Even if I couldn’t taste the disdain in the air, it wouldn’t take a clever man to know you don’t care much for Fives.” He tilted his head to the side. “May I ask why?”

You hesitated, not wanting to overstep. “Are you sure he isn’t just sleeping with you to earn your trust?” You blurted out.

To your surprise, instead of chastising you, Quill laughed.

“I assure you that isn’t the case.”

“How do you know, sir?”

“Because I came on to him.” Quill said, flashing you a grin. “And have you forgotten?” He flicked a tendril towards you pointedly. “One’s true intentions are not easily hidden from me.”

You relaxed, but only marginally. “I suppose you’re right, sir.”

“Speaking of which, I can sense your anger. It’s all I can taste when you enter a room.” Quill mused. “You want to go back out into the field, yes?”

“More than anything, sir.” You said emphatically.

“You need to be able to trust the men we’re working with if you want to go on missions again.” Quill told you. “Let me prove to you that Fives is someone worth knowing. Will you join us for dinner?”

“No, no I couldn’t impose.”

“You’re no imposition. Besides,” His tendril curled around your bicep as you walked. “Your anger is not the only thing I can sense.” His expression turned gentle. “You’re in pain.”

“It’s nothing.” You dismissed quietly. “It’s just… things are different now, I suppose.”

“Understandably so.” Quill agreed. “Nevertheless, let us help you.”

Quietly, you agreed, reluctantly following Quill back to his home instead of yours.

Quill pushed open the door first, holding it open so you could step inside.

“Hey!” Fives’ voice called from the kitchen. “Welcome home, I’m almost finished. I can’t promise it’ll be exactly the same as the stuff the boys and I used to eat when General Skywalker took us to Dex’s, but I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten at least close with this -.”

He cut himself off, catching sight of you and Quill standing in the entryway to the kitchen. He put his hands on his hips.

“Why?”

“Be nice.” Quill chastised, stepping up to him and kissing the corner of his pout. “The Captain will be joining us tonight.”

“I gathered that. Why?” Fives repeated.

“Be. Nice.” Quill murmured, holding Fives’ chin and kissing him slowly. You looked away, heat creeping up the back of your neck and pooling in your stomach. Quill’s voice had always done something to you that you hated to admit.

Fives looked back to you, then turned his attention to the stove. “Hope you like nerf stew.” He mumbled, stirring the pot with a little more force than necessary.

Quill stepped up behind him, murmuring something in his ear that you couldn’t hear, his tendrils twisting around Fives’ arms and shoulders. The clone chuckled, tilting his head toward Quill. “Promise?”

“Only if you behave.” Quill said softly, pulling back from him and grabbing two bowls, getting one for you and one for Fives before returning for a third for himself.

You made idle if not awkward small talk over dinner, trying to understand why Quill had fallen in love with someone like Fives. To you, Fives still felt like the enemy, and despite his easy laugh and gentle smile, you had a hard time trusting him no matter what Quill said.

You were relieved when dinner was finished, and you stood to go with more abruptness than you intended, your injuries making you gasp as you stood.

“You’re in pain.” Quill noted at once, rising to his feet to steady you.

“I’m fine.” You muttered, trying to gently shrug him away.

“You most certainly are not.” Quill said, guiding you to the stairs. “Go on up, I’ll bring you some bacta momentarily.”

“Sir, I really shouldn’t -.”

“I insist.”

Well. You couldn’t say no to that.

You made your way up the stairs, taking in the bedroom. There was a holopic on the nightstand of Quill and Fives that you noticed almost immediately, with Quill beaming at the camera and Fives tucked under his arms, smiling just as wide. Clone armor was stacked neatly on one side of the room, near a separate set of drawers. It was clear that Fives had moved in with Quill, the two of them making a life together.

And the way they’d spoken at dinner. The gentle touches, the soft smiles and easy laughter…

That certainly didn’t seem like something an enemy operative would do if they just wanted easy information.

“Hey.”

You jumped, turning around quickly as Fives knocked his knuckles against the doorframe. “Sorry, didn’t mean to spook you.” He said. “Just brought some bacta. Quill said you’re welcome to borrow one of his shirts to wear if you don’t want the stuff staining yours while it dries.”

“That’s kind of him.” You murmured, taking the bacta from Fives. The clone hesitated slightly.

“You… want some help?” Fives offered.

“Why do you want to help me?” You asked, though there was no malice in your voice.

“My brother’s got an arm like yours.” Fives explained. “He was blown halfway to hells too. I… know what you’re going through, a bit.” He shifted his feet. “Forget I asked.”

“It’s alright.” You said, waving him forward. “I suppose we might as well get used to this. We’ll be seeing a lot more of each other once I’m cleared for duty again.”

“That’s the spirit.” Fives hummed, sitting in front of you and unscrewing the lid of the bacta. He started with the burns along your neck and jaw, carefully dabbing bacta on his fingers and rubbing them delicately over your scarred skin. The position forced you to meet his eyes, and you found yourself swallowing. They were quite handsome eyes, big and doe-like, framed with thick dark lashes.

“So, what happened to you?” You asked him. “Wasn’t this bacta supposed to be for you?”

“Quill’s just a worrier, I’m fine.” Fives dismissed you, tugging slightly at your tunic. “Can I pull this down a bit?”

You nodded, opening up your tunic and partially shrugging it off to give him more room but keeping yourself as covered as you could. “Quill seems to care about you a great deal.”

“Yeah?” Fives chuckled, turning your head to the side so he could get at your collarbone. “I care about him too, despite what you may think.”

“I’m sorry.” You admitted quietly. “I know I come off… harsh.”

“Anyone ever told you that you’re like Athena?” Fives hummed.

A part of you swelled with pride at the comparison, but you quickly tamped it down. “I could never be like her.”

“You’re a lot like her.” Fives corrected with a soft laugh. He gave you a little smile. “See? I’m not so bad once you get to know me.”

“I’m sorry.” You said again.

“It’s alright. I get it.” Fives said, moving down your shoulders carefully with the bacta. “So… what happened to you?”

“There was an explosion.” You explained quietly, not wanting to elaborate. “I was the only survivor.”

“I see.” Fives resumed his careful ministrations.

“She won’t let me fight anymore.” You said finally. “Athena. She’s – she’s holding me back.”

“Maybe for good reason.”

“I just feel so… useless.” You said. “I should be doing more, I should be helping.” You looked down at your hands, flexing the metal fingers. “I’m nothing to her, to Quill, to anyone anymore.”

“I assure you that isn’t true.” Quill said from the doorway, stepping in fully. You jumped at the sight of him, and instinctively drew away from Fives, but Fives held you in place. “You’ve saved my life more times than I can count.” He settled down on the bed. “More than that, I consider us close.”

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes before you could stop them. “She doesn’t trust me anymore.” You whispered. “I lost all my men, I can’t even – I mean, look at me. I’m – I’m –.”

“You’re a survivor.” Fives cut you off, his hands stilling where they were covering you in bacta. “And don’t let anyone tell you different.”

You shook your head, still not believing it, and Fives pulled back from you, setting the bacta aside. He whispered something to Quill, and Quill took his place.

“May I do something for you?” He asked.

“What is it?” You asked, swiping at your tears. Quill reached out to cup the side of your face, brushing at a few of the traitorous tears with his thumb.

“I’m going to help you relax, if that’s alright.”

Before you could ask him more questions, Quill moved around behind you, wrapping his tendrils carefully around your body and holding you firmly against his broad chest. He held you close, and almost immediately, you could feel yourself beginning to relax. Your pain was dulled, and all the stress and tension in your body evaporated.

“There.” Quill rumbled quietly in your ear. “How’s that?”

Heat pooled low in your belly at the sound of his voice, and you pressed your thighs together, hoping Quill wouldn’t notice, but with the Nautolan so thoroughly wrapped around you, it was difficult to keep secrets.

He broached the subject carefully.

“Fives, darling.” He called to the other end of the bed where Fives was sitting. “Our friend could use some help. She needs to be… taken out of her own head, for the time being.”

Fives seemed to immediately pick up on what Quill was saying, and he raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

Quill nodded, and Fives looked to you.

“What do you need?” He asked you gently.

And fuck, you suddenly became very aware of the situation: Your tunic was halfway off, Quill, who you admit had been the subject of numerous private imaginative sessions of your own, was holding you against his chest, and Fives’ handsome brown eyes had turned dark.

“What are you doing?” You asked instead of answering his question.

“We’re giving you the opportunity to unwind. To relax. To remind yourself that you are someone worthy of time and attention, no matter how serious your injuries or ailments may be.” Quill rumbled quietly. “Though, if you do not wish for this to proceed -.”

“No.” You said a little too quickly, and Fives’ eyebrow arched higher across from you. “No I – yes. I want you.” You said softly, turning your head towards Quill. “I want you. Both of you.”

Quill and Fives looked to one another for a moment over your head, and Quill reached for your tunic.

“May I remove this?”

You nodded, and Quill carefully eased it off while Fives pulled his own shirt over his head. You took a moment to admire him, the contours of his chest and abdomen, but also the large, fresh scar in the center of his torso.

Quill made a soft sound behind you, and Fives looked up at him. “I’m alright.” He assured his partner, leaning past you for a moment to kiss him. Then, he pulled back just enough to look at you. Tentatively, he leaned forward, catching your lips in his own.

Fives’ lips were surprisingly soft, and you fell into the kiss at once, all your worries about the clone forgotten. You shifted to wrap your arms around his bare shoulders once Quill had removed your tunic, and Fives deepened the kiss. You whimpered softly against his lips as he pushed you further back, his hands drifting to your breastband. He broke apart from you just long enough to push it up over your head, baring your chest to him.

He pulled back to look at you, and you shifted, trying to cover yourself better now that your cybernetic arm and scarring was completely exposed.

“Hey, none of that.” Fives stopped you, taking your wrist gently in hand and guiding it over his torso, littered in scars of his own. “You aren’t the only one who’s seen a war or two.”

Quill’s tendrils had twisted around your arms, and he trilled quietly in the back of his throat, the sound oddly comforting to you.

“C’mere.” Fives murmured, pulling you into his lap and nodding over your shoulder to Quill. You could hear the rustle of clothing behind you as Quill undressed, but your eyes were on Fives as the clone shifted you to lay back on the bed, against the pillows. “Eyes on me.”

You didn’t dare look away as Fives pressed his lips against your scarred cheek, then down your neck, his soft, warm lips leaving a trail down the evidence of your body’s traumas. His mouth ghosted over each breast, his tongue darting out to lick at your nipples. You gasped softly, your hand finding a home in his thick hair, holding his head against your chest.

Fives rolled his hips against yours, and you could feel his clothed erection straining against the fabric of his pants. The friction wasn’t enough, and you whimpered again, fumbling for your leggings while Fives quickly made a move for his trousers. Your movements had become hurried, desperate, and when Fives’ mouth found yours again, it was in a crash of lips and teeth and quiet groans as he hauled you up into his lap.

Your clit brushed against his dick as he sat you on his thighs, and you glanced down, shuddering at the sight of him. Long, thick, and already beading precum at the tip. Your mouth watered.

Fives chuckled. “You like what you see?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice at the moment, and Fives grinned, crashing his lips against yours again as his hand slipped down between the two of you. You gasped against his lips as his thumb found your clit, swiping between your soaked folds to collect your juices before dragging back up to the sensitive bundle of nerves and rubbing it with quick, vicious little strokes.

“Fives!” Your fingernails left crescents in his shoulders, but Fives didn’t seem to mind at all.

“C’mon baby, let’s see you come on my fingers first, yeah?” He purred, nipping lightly at your jaw. “Gotta loosen you up a bit before we can have any real fun.”

As he spoke, he slipped a finger inside you, and your mouth fell open in a silent moan.

“Be gentle, Fives.” Quill chided somewhere behind you.

“She can handle it. She wants it bad.” Fives chuckled, slipping a second finger inside you and curling them. “Looks like I finally figured out how to shut your smart mouth up.” He teased. “All it took was playing with your cunt.”

“Fives.” Quill scolded again. “Have a bit more couth than that.”

“What? You wanted to help her relax, and that’s what I’m doing.” Fives retorted, thrusting his fingers in and out of you. “Come on, darling, I can feel your pussy clenching on my fingers. You gonna come for me?” He leaned in close to your ear. “Or do you want Quill to watch? Yeah, is that it? You want Quill to watch the way you come on my fingers? You want him to see how pretty you look when I fuck you?”

Your whimper seemed to be answer enough for Fives, because he withdrew his fingers and spun you around so your back was against his chest, and he hooked his legs over your thighs, spreading them wide.

With one hand, he held your chin in place, forcing you to look at Quill while his other hand slipped back down between your legs, stroking your aching cunt and teasing your clit with every pass of his thick fingers. “Look at him.” Fives whispered in your ear. “You’ve thought about him before, haven’t you?”

Quill had undressed completely, his dark eyes trained on you as his tendrils flicked around him. One hand was down between his legs, fisting a pair of –.

Your brain short-circuited at the sight of Quill stroking himself. Gods, there were two of them.

The sight alone was enough to make you gasp, your stomach tightening as you bucked your hips into Fives’ hand, your orgasm cresting over you before you’d even fully realized what hit you, and you gushed into Fives’ hand.

“That’s it, that’s my girl.” Fives praised quietly, bringing his hand up to his lips and licking a stripe through the mess on his palm. He chuckled softly, beckoning Quill closer. “C’mere, baby.”

You watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Quill wrapped his lips around Fives’ fingers, sucking your juices from his outstretched fingers.

“Fuck.” You groaned softly, a small aftershock rippling through you at the sight.

Quill chuckled quietly, bringing his head closer to yours and captured your lips while Fives held your chin up towards the Nautolan.

“Are you well?” Quill asked you gently, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. You nodded, tilting your head to the side and kissing his palm.

“I’m alright.” You promised, and rolled your hips back against Fives’ dick, making him swear quietly. “I want to keep going.”

Quill and Fives once again met each other’s eyes, a silent conversation passing between the two of them. Fives tilted your chin up, catching you in a heated kiss until Quill pulled you away, kissing you breathless right after him.

“Let us take care of you, little one.” Quill rumbled, guiding you back against the pillows. Quill propped himself up on one arm, laying beside you while Fives settled himself between your legs, wrapping your thighs around his hips.

“We’ll make you feel good.” Fives promised, a playful glint in his eye as he bent to press a kiss to each of your breasts again before rising to kiss the corner of your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your fingers tangling in the dark curls at the nape of his neck, and Fives leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours. Slowly, you felt Quill’s hand sneak down your abdomen, his thick fingers pulling apart your folds and holding you open as the head of Fives’ dick pushed inside you.

You gasped at once, and Quill shushed you gently, using his free hand to hold your chin and tilt your face towards him, away from Fives for a moment.

“That’s it, it’s alright.” Quill soothed, giving you a soft, doting kiss while Fives pushed deeper inside of you. The Nautolan glanced to Fives. “How does it feel, love?”

“So kriffin’ good.” Fives panted, inching in as slow as he could manage. “Fuck, you’re so warm, so wet, so fuckin’ perfect. This perfect little pussy was made for my cock.”

You pulled his hair, spurning him on, and Fives sped up, thrusting forward with a bit more force than he’d intended, finally bottoming out. He drew back sinfully slow before pounding into you roughly again, making you gasp.

“Gently, Fives.” Quill scolded lightly, kissing along your jaw.

“You can be gentle on your turn.” Fives replied tightly. “I want to ruin her.”

Quill hummed, giving Fives a warning look out of the corner of his eye, but Fives only smirked, pulling back and thrusting roughly into you again. He picked up the pace, snapping his hips loudly against your thighs as he set a brutal pace. You threw your head back in a moan while Quill’s hand drifted away from the lips of your pussy and instead began rubbing your clit, his mouth trailing down to one of your breasts while Fives fucked into you mercilessly.

“C’mon, baby, say my name.” Fives whispered, adjusting the angle of his strokes to hit that deep place inside you that sent a coil of heat through your belly. “Tell me who’s fucking you this well.”

“Fives!” You groaned, crossing your ankles over his lower back and yanking him closer with every thrust.

One of Quill’s tendrils wrapped around your other breast, his cocks writhing in anticipation against your thigh while Fives rutted into you.

“Fives – Fives, I’m gonna come.” You whispered, each breath punched out of you with how hard he fucked you. “Gods, I’m gonna come.”

“Come on my cock, princess.” Fives chuckled while Quill played with your clit, his fingers moving with more precision than before. “Wanna feel your cunt squeeze my cock when you come.”

You nearly screamed at the combined sensations of Fives’ cock driving into you over and over again while Quill stroked your clit, and when you came, it washed over you with even more intensity than your first orgasm. Your juices squirted out around Fives’ dick as he fucked you through it, and he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth.

“Fuck – fuck I –.” He pulled out abruptly, coming across your stomach in short spurts, shaking slightly as he came down from his own high.

You’d barely caught your breath when you heard Quill chuckle, his surprisingly soft tongue gliding across your stomach, chasing Fives’ release across your skin. He gently pushed Fives aside, and you had to spread your legs wider to accommodate his massive size as he moved between your thighs.

“My turn.”

You whimpered softly, a shudder rippling through you as one of his cocks pushed into your fluttering pussy. The appendage wasn’t particularly thick, but it was long, and your mouth fell open as you felt Quill press further and further inside you, curling up towards your cervix as his cock made a home inside you.

“You’re doing so well, darling.” Quill praised. “You’re taking me so beautifully. Do you think you can handle another?”

You hesitated, your eyes wide as you felt the second of Quill’s cocks press against your folds, rubbing briefly against your clit in a way that sent shocks through your body.

“Trust me, sweetheart, there’s nothing like it.” Fives chuckled over Quill’s shoulder.

“Will it – will it fit?” You asked softly, and Quill shuddered, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before reopening them.

“I’m certain Fives has done a thorough job of opening you up for me, darling.” He cooed. “I’ll be very gentle.”

You nodded, and you felt the tip of Quill’s second cock push between your folds. You gasped, the burn of both his dicks inside you almost too much to bear until it slowly gave way to pleasure, Fives reaching between your bodies to apply a soft pressure to your clit, keeping you grounded as Quill pushed inside you.

“Shh, you’re doing so well. That’s it. Breathe for me, little one.” Quill praised, his tendrils curling around your arms and face as he loomed over you.

He kept to his word, and moved gently, slowly dragging his hips back before pushing into you again, but the way his cocks moved inside you – the way they twisted against one another, stroking the deepest parts of yourself in ways you’d never imagined before – was enough to send you careening towards the edge before he’d barely began to move.

“Quill.” You whimpered, your voice rising in pitch. “Quill – Quill, Fives, I -.”

Quill’s tendrils tightened around you, and you gasped again, arching your back off the bed as Quill moved a little faster.

“Oh – oh, oh gods, Quill – Fives!”

“Fuck, listen to her, baby.” Fives purred, leaning over you and smirking. “Bet she’s gonna come again any second.”

“Could you do that for me, little one?” Quill whispered to you. “Will you come for me? Let me feel your warmth around me, pretty girl. I want to feel you come undone.”

Fives flicked at your clit again, and Quill thrust particularly hard, and that was enough to send you over the edge.

You gasped, hands scrabbling for purchase on Quill’s broad body as you came for the third time that night, Quill letting out a strangled sound as your pussy clenched around his cocks. Fives cupped your cheeks, kissing you through your orgasm even as you trembled.

“That’s it baby girl, that’s it, you did amazing.” He murmured.

Fuck, your whole body felt like jelly. Quill pulled out of you, his tendrils uncurling from you at last, and you felt your own juices leaking from your pussy. Before you could even move to do anything, Fives dropped his head between your legs, the scratch of his goatee against your folds almost too much to bear as his thick tongue lapped at the mess, the tip catching on your clit with every pass.

“Fives,” You whimpered, fisting his hair and trying to drag his head back. “Fives – it’s t-too much.”

“Sorry.” Fives mumbled into your skin, reluctantly pulling back. “Couldn’t help myself.”

“Come, little one.” Quill rumbled to your left, his strong arms gathering your body against his chest and carrying you to the other room. “Fives. The sheets?”

“On it.” Fives nodded, swinging off the bed and stripping it down behind you.

“Where’re we going?” You slurred, sleepy and sated.

“The shower. You need to be cleaned up.” Quill told you.

You could barely stand, your knees nearly buckling as Quill sat you down, but the Nautolan was gentle, holding you upright and gently washing you down as he stood under the spray of the shower with you. His tendrils curled in towards his body, and he tilted his face up to the water more than once, clearly relishing in the sensation.

You dimly registered Fives squeezing his way into the shower behind you, his firm body pressed against your back and his low voice echoing in the shower.

“Kriff, Quill, she’s nearly asleep already.” He chuckled. “We wore her out.”

“Good.” Quill murmured, clicking his tongue softly. “Gods know the last time she was able to get a decent night’s sleep.”

You leaned forward against Quill’s chest, and the Nautolan wrapped his strong arms around you, almost protectively.

You must have nodded off slightly in the shower, because the next thing you knew, Quill had redressed you in one of his shirts, so big on you that it nearly reached your knees, and he’d lain you down across the freshly made bed.

“I should go.” You murmured sleepily, your head already turning against the pillows.

“Nah, just stay.” Fives said, flopping down on your left side while Quill climbed in on the right. “It’s late, anyway.”

You hummed your assent, and you felt Quill trail his fingers gently down the scarred side of your face.

“I should consider myself lucky,” he murmured. “To have such a loyal captain so willing to go back into battle, despite all that has been stolen from her.”

You smiled, leaning into his touch. “I’d follow you to the ends of the earth, sir. Until long after the stars have burned out.”

Quill chuckled, and reached around your hips to squeeze Fives’ hand. “Rest. Both of you.”

For the first time in a long time, sleep came easily.

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#ro's protected tag #OC Quill #OC Athena #Fives #ARC Trooper Fives

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