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Bodhi takes Galen's hand and walks back through the door and back into the base. The cerebration is in full swing, happy shouts echoing from the hall. They run into only one other person on their way to Bodhi's room. The young lieutenant who had escorted Galen earlier.

Nika salutes, eyes drifting from Bodhi's face to their joined hands and back again. "Sir, Dr Erso."

"Lieutenant." Bodhi acknowledges, his voice a tense growl. Ready to deck the young man for a word out of place.

Instead the young man stutters shyly. "Sir?" He starts uncertainly. "I hope- have a good night, sir. You- you've earnt it."

Bodhi relaxes a little, resting his metal hand on the youth's shoulder. "As have you, lieutenant. Now go and enjoy yourself."

The boy nods, freckled cheeks warming with a blush. "Sir, yes sir." There's something about the way he steps aside to let them pass, watching them go. A crush perhaps? Or something more like hero worship?

Bodhi doesn't speak again till they're inside his room, the door firmly closed.

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imthepilot

The words have the desired effect - driving Bodhi wild. He grabs Galen's hips, most certainly hard enough to bruise, and lines himself up.

With a single, hard, reckless thrust, he buries himself in Galen. To the very hilt. The sound ripped from his throat is wild and dangerous and an utter surrender of all control.

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galen_erso

Galen gives an answering howl, pain seguing into nerve-searing pleasure within seconds.

He tilts his hips backwards, meeting Bodhi's thrust. "Yes! Deep into me! Yes!*

He is gripped by both hands, and the intimacy of that difference feels infinitely erotic.

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imthepilot

Bodhi has no other instinct but to do so. Gripping Galen tight, he draws back, pulling Galen into him with each thrust. The rough slap of their skin echoing in counterpoint to Bodhi's growling moans. And hard enough to leave Galen's rear red with the force of it.

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galen_erso

And with each powerful thrust, Bodhi hits those nerve endings inside Galen that make him howl and moan and push to meet the pleasure.

"Yes! Like this! Thrust in my hole! Not long now!"

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imthepilot

Bodhi withdraws abruptly, flipping Galen over and mounting him again. He captures Galen's wrists, pinning him down.

And looking deep into his eyes as he thrusts hard and rough, to drive them both over the edge.

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galen_erso

Galen looks deep into Bodhi's eyes and howls with pleasure as he spills, hot seed splashing between them as he comes, and moans, and arches his back, and still spills more.

Never closing his eyes as his muscles spasm around Bodhi.

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imthepilot

There's no way of knowing if it's Galen's orgasm that pulls Bodhi with him. Or looking into Galen's eyes. Or simply a self control that could never have held out forever.

But he falls, with that same feral yell. He catches himself on his elbows, Galen's hands still bound in his as he rests his head on Galen's chest.

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galen_erso

Galen takes a long time coming down, just breathing.

"Bodhi," he says, finally. "I love you."

Weak words, he feels, for probably the most feral and mind-blowing sex in his life so far.

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imthepilot

Bodhi isn't much better, taking a very long time to get his breathing under control.

At the words, he lifts off Galen, falling gracelessly to one side. He doesn't have the strength for words, however weak.

Instead he pulls Galen into a slow, loving kiss. A kiss laden with meaning.

He closes his eyes, unable to look at what he's done to Galen. The mottled bruises, the bright red bites that ring Galen's neck. The sticky mess between them.

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galen_erso

Galen loops his arms around Bodhi, kisses sloppy and sated and tender.

At some stage, they will have to get up and do something about the state they're in, but not now.

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imthepilot

Bodhi breaks the kiss and leans back, just looking at Galen. There's so much in his eyes. So much conflict and hurt. So much confusion. Gone is the predator that pinned Galen by the throat. Now he looks more like a wounded creature on the brink of bolting.

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galen_erso

"Bodhi."

Galen reaches out for Bodhi's flesh hand, never breaking eye contact. "I love you. I loved this."

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imthepilot

"I hurt you." The words come out so small. So weak.

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galen_erso

"A little," Galen allows. "But that was part of it -- the best sex known to man."

Pause.

"I love you. That was amazing. It was worth it. We are still -- us, even changed as we are."

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imthepilot

Bodhi reaches up with his metal hand to stroke a lock of hair away from Galen's face. Gentle and careful.

It's not even that he hurt Galen. It's that he wanted to. Because it was easier, safer, than giving in to the confusion inside him.

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galen_erso

Galen closes his eyes, smiling at the touch.

Then he opens them, and reaches for Bodhi again.

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imthepilot

Bodhi lets Galen reach to him, more passive and unsure now. He closes his own eyes, burying his face in Galen's chest.

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galen_erso

Galen runs his fingers through Bodhi's hair and murmurs endearment and reassurance.

He had wanted this very much. The submission to Bodhi's strength had been oddly liberating and cathartic. And intensely arousing.

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imthepilot

Bodhi sniffs softly and comes up to kiss Galen gently. "We should- get cleaned up." It's a distraction from himself but he doesn't know what else to do

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galen_erso

"Ten minutes?" Galen suggests.

He wants to bask at least a little longer. And incidentally reassure a skittish Bodhi that everything is fine.

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imthepilot

Bodhi still looks like he's ready to bolt and doesn't answer for a long moment. But then he nods and tries to relax into Galen's arms. Tries.

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galen_erso

Galen strokes his back, and murmurs more reassurance.

Edited Date: 2017-08-18 10:57 am (UTC)

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imthepilot

Bodhi shakes his head. He shouldn't need reassurance. He's a general of the Rebel Alliance. A decorated veteran. And here he is curled up in the arms of his- former? Ex? Till recently deceased? lover. Shaking.