Rexsoka Week day 7 - FUBAR (NSFW, Fic) (Patreon)

I've decided to post these here because my lack of self control is palpable. Unedited first draft, it's entirely possible this will be more fleshed out and maybe longer by the time the week actually rolls around and I put it up on Ao3 so read it with that in mind.

Cody POV, contains the key plot point of dubiously consented voyeurism.

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When they get thrown in the brig of the Relentless, Cody’s already at the end of his rope. Tano’s not a bad agent — smart, tough, ruthless when the situation called for it — but she’s more sentimental than Cody’s used to from Jedi. Or ex-Jedi. Force user.

They should have just left him to his fate, but instead Tano’d shown up with Rex and two other Rebellion agents who’d bit the dust early on in the firefight before Cody even had a chance to introduce himself, and now here they are. In detention, on an Imperial Destroyer. Not his own, but at least they’re all mostly the same design. He’s got a few ideas.

She’d recruited him when they’d had a run-in on Bothawui ten years earlier. He’d been disillusioned with the Empire at the time, pissed off at the batallion of shitty stormtroopers he’d been assigned to, and actively fighting his programming, so when he’d seen a set of blue and white striped head tails, he’d thought fuck it, and defected. Not the easiest, considering there was still a weird compulsion to kill her, but she’d got that thing out of his head, then sent him back to the Empire with a clear mind, and a secure comm that looked like it’d been built out of decade old spare parts.

Now the comm’s gone, all three of them are locked up, and Cody’s definitely got some kind of nerve damage with the way his fingers are tingling. His left leg has a shooting pain radiating down it, and sitting on the cold bench of the cell only makes it worse.

HIs hearing’s fine though. Unfortunate, considering the sickening crap coming from corner to his left.

Not sickening like the aftermath of injury, sickening like the kind of romantic banthashit he’d had to observe with Kenobi and the Duchess all those years ago. Rex is saying something about just getting Tano back, and she’s trying to convince him they’re going to get out of here, and they can figure out this thing between us — her words — when they’re safe back at base, which as far as Cody knows is Hoth at the moment. And oh karking hell now he’s going on and on about something to do with being an old man and…

Cody’s not gonna buy into that. “Fuck off, Rex, you’re thirty-five, quit with the performative melancholy and screw your stupid head back on your shoulders.”

“Says the guy who’s just spent the last few years trying to buy absolution for something beyond his control,” Rex grumbles in reply. “She did tell you you didn’t kill him, right?”

Cody frowns, and glares at the cell opposite. “Yes, Rex. I know I didn’t kill him,” he replies. “You ever stop to think some of us wanted to make good on all the other stuff we did after that?”

Rex doesn’t reply, and Cody loses himself in his thoughts for a bit. It’s a miracle he’s still around, if he’s being honest. That the Empire had bothered to give him gene therapy, keep him in peak performance for as long as possible when they realized he was an asset. Last of millions, him and eight others. Tano had given him the download on Rex years back, but he hadn’t known he’d joined the rebellion until an hour and a half ago, when he’d seen that helmet hovering over the torture device they had Cody strapped to, scrambling at buckles and headgear and telling him he was going to be fine, that he was sorry he’d never found him.

Then the sounds from behind and to the left turn from quiet conversation, to hitched breath, and when Cody turns his head a bit, he’s met with what looks like a hesitant first kiss. Tano’s leaning in, and Rex is clearly stuck on the barricade wondering if it’s something he should even be doing, and it’s all so awkward that Cody kind of can’t look away.

So he doesn’t. He watches with curiosity, as Rex gives in and slides one weathered hand up and under Tano’s back lek, the other to her thigh, and pulls her into his lap.

Cody’s ashamed at how his cock perks up a bit. Nerve damage, that’s it. Brain’s a bit scrambled, doesn’t know what’s an appropriate reaction and what’s not.

Not that Cody’s never got a stiffie thinking about those two fucking, because there’d been that time right before Mandalore, when he’d seen the way Rex had looked at her, all tall and mature and kriffing badass, and alright yeah. Maybe it’s not just the nerve damage.

Not that Cody wants to fuck Tano. Shit no. He’s had enough of force users for one lifetime, what between Kenobi’s special form of respectable lunacy, Skywalker’s completely unhinged lunacy, later that terrifying Vader persona that made everyone in his general vicinity afraid for their necks, and then the Inquisitors. Those fucking inquisitors.

So no, he doesn’t want to fuck Tano. Or Rex. Or be the age appropriate appearing wish fulfilment filling in their not really Primeday to Benduday sandwich, but the idea turns him on a bit.

Cody takes a second to wonder if Rex can even get it up any more, but the thought’s gone as fast as it appears when Tano gets up on her knees and starts fumbling at his pants. The bulge is definitely there.

Oh, okay yeah he’s definitely still… that’s a dick, and it’s definitely hard.

Cody looks away, a flash of embarrassed heat lighting up his cheeks. “Do you two have to do that now?” he says. “Isn’t… you know, coming up with a plan a bit more important?”

Anxiety’s creeping up his spine now. Not from the obscene display he can hear playing out, no, it’s the thought of what whoever’s watching the holofeed’s reporting to whatever Admiral’s in charge of the destroyer. Empire’s not big on interspecies romance.

There’s a crash and a flop from behind, and then a loud and breathy exclamation of oh fuck, Rex, followed by a slurping noise that means Tano must be getting head that’s knocking the wind out of her.

He risks a glance back and yep. That’s… yeah. Somehow Rex is really getting in there even though her leggings are barely pushed down over her ass. His beard’s already stained blue, and she’s lying there with her stomach clenched in a half crunch position, staring down at Rex’s stupid fucking chrome dome — Cody knows that’s a choice, he’s seen a few old clones floating around — making some kind of high pitched noise that’s barely within the range of human eardrums.

Then Rex is shoving her legs up over his shoulders, shuffling closer along the durasteel of the deck, and shoving his cock into her before Cody has the chance to look away.

Force almighty, that’s a sight.

That’s when the fzzt of the ray shield powering down, registers, and there’s three stormtroopers clattering into the cell with blasters at the ready.

Definitely not okay with the interspecies fucking on Empire starships, then.

“Cody, Now,” Rex gasps out, as he shoves back, gets to his feet without bothering to zip himself up, and charges at the wall of white plastoid.

It only takes Cody a moment to register what’s going on. He’s takes out two of the stormtroopers before Tano even has time to join the melee, and tosses her a blaster.

“Was that supposed to be a… a plan?” he asks.

Tano smirks, checks the charge on the side of the blaster, and moves in a way that says she’s rubbing her legs together to get some kind of friction. “What, you disappointed we didn’t invite you to join?”

It’s not until they’re clambering onto a beaten up Corellian freighter, seconds away from banging out, that he realizes yeah. Yeah he was.