a/n : it's late here and this is unedited, sorry. and i probably post the remaining tomorrow depending on my uni schedule.
TW; dubcon
1. Medical assistance
The first time he did it he was quite young, but nowhere near inexperienced. Still, there was only so much experience could do when you were low on medical supplies and your comrade is burning up with fever, incoherent from blood loss and head injury. Cassian had tried all he could, ignoring his own bruises and cuts but soon it was clear that (who’s his name again? Baron? Boron? Boron.) he needed his leg amputated.
Cassian couldn’t do that. Blame that on the lack of equipment and for god’s sake, he was no doctor.
That brought him to this dark alley almost entirely hidden from sight, waiting an answer for his desperate knocking and shivering from the cold. There were sounds of movement inside then the door swung open presenting the familiar face that almost choked on his own breath the moment he realized who knocked on his door.
“You.” He hissed, pulling the door closed but Cassian managed to stumble inside just in time. “Get out, get out of my house—“
“We need help.” Cassian tried and before he could explain further the man was on his face, backing him to the door.
“We? There are more of you here? The last time I helped you they burned down my place, you ungrateful bastard. Took away my money and my girls and left me forgotten in prison. For what? For you?” He spat out the last word so forcefully that Cassian flinched.
“Look, I’m sorry that happened. But I need your help, okay? I wouldn’t come here if I didn’t need to.” Cassian searched for the man’s eyes, trying to figure out his stance. “My friend, I need his leg cut. I can’t do that. Please.”
The doctor glared at him like he wanted Cassian dead, not saying anything. Cassian knew he would end up helping them, just needed a little push. He still owed them his life, after all.
“I could pay you twice, thrice, whatever you want. Just this one time.” Shit, he didn’t have time for this. Cassian changed tactics, started bullshitting his way in. “We’d be gone before you know it, never bothered you again, never come here aga—“
“I don’t want your fucking money.” The answer came icily.
“Anything. then.” Cassian offered, resigned. “I’d do anything you want.”
There is a change in the eyes that glaring at him, subtle at first before growing bolder. They left Cassian’s eyes, dropping down to his lips and no, he didn’t imagine the doctor licking his own lips.
“Fuck, I can’t believe I’m doing this.” He hissed, eyes darting around the room. “Get on your knees.”
Cassian felt his heart skipped a beat. “I—what?”
“Get on your knees and suck me off, you scum.” The doctor’s face flushed red from embarrassment. “Look, you got me broke, I lost my girls, and you said anything.”
“I don’t—” Cassian stopped and took a deep breath. Okay, if this was what it took to get this man hauled his ass to their hiding place, he could do it. He’d done things far worse than this. “—fine. I’d do it after—“
“Now.” That didn’t left room for argument. Cassian sighed and sank to his knees.
The doctor was half-hard when he lowered his pants. Cassian took one look and shifted his eyes upwards, trying to look nonchalant but his voice cracked when he speak. “I don’t know how, never done this before.”
The cock twitched, for a reason he didn’t know. The doctor looked down at him, breath strained and sweat gathered just above his lips, despite the cold. A hand sneaked into Cassian’s hair, guiding him towards the waiting cock. “You get your mouth on my cock, you suck. Mind the teeth, though.”
“Damn it, Ted, my friend’s dying.” Cassian shot back. “I don’t have time to learn how to suck your fucking dick. Just fuck my mouth or something. Make it quick.”
The doctor actually moaned, fingers tightened on his hair. Then he did just that; fucking Cassian’s mouth like he might die tomorrow. Cassian gagged at the first thrust, bile rising in his throat and tears threatening to fall. He tried pulling back, scrawling at the doctor’s pants when his throat closing up and fuck, he couldn’t breathe.
“Through your nose.” He heard the doctor muttered between his moans, almost lost to the sound of his own ragged breathing and the weird noise his mouth made as the cock sliding in and out his aching jaw. “Breathe through your nose.”
Easier said than done but Cassian held out. The doctor came with a shudder, filling his mouth with a bitter taste. Cassian retched and pushed him off, torn between furiously spitting into the floor and gasping for breath. Had he any food left in his stomach he would have throw up all over the place.
“I’m sorry, I should have warn you.“ He didn’t sound that guilty, sated and all.
“My friend.” Cassian growled, voice breaking and completely fucked out. He wiped his face with his sleeve, ignoring tears, spit, and god know what that would stained it. “Now.”
I let him put his dick in my mouth, he thought later, waiting outside while the doctor got to work. I shouldn’t have.
He forgot about it when Boron (Baron?) smiled at him the next day, pale and gaunt but living. His jaw still ached and he might loathe the doctor a little more but at least his comrade lived, and Cassian knew what to do just in case he needed the doctor to do something against his will.
Fill: Cassian/other, prostitution for the alliance (1/?)
TW; dubcon
1. Medical assistance
The first time he did it he was quite young, but nowhere near inexperienced. Still, there was only so much experience could do when you were low on medical supplies and your comrade is burning up with fever, incoherent from blood loss and head injury. Cassian had tried all he could, ignoring his own bruises and cuts but soon it was clear that (who’s his name again? Baron? Boron? Boron.) he needed his leg amputated.
Cassian couldn’t do that. Blame that on the lack of equipment and for god’s sake, he was no doctor.
That brought him to this dark alley almost entirely hidden from sight, waiting an answer for his desperate knocking and shivering from the cold. There were sounds of movement inside then the door swung open presenting the familiar face that almost choked on his own breath the moment he realized who knocked on his door.
“You.” He hissed, pulling the door closed but Cassian managed to stumble inside just in time. “Get out, get out of my house—“
“We need help.” Cassian tried and before he could explain further the man was on his face, backing him to the door.
“We? There are more of you here? The last time I helped you they burned down my place, you ungrateful bastard. Took away my money and my girls and left me forgotten in prison. For what? For you?” He spat out the last word so forcefully that Cassian flinched.
“Look, I’m sorry that happened. But I need your help, okay? I wouldn’t come here if I didn’t need to.” Cassian searched for the man’s eyes, trying to figure out his stance. “My friend, I need his leg cut. I can’t do that. Please.”
The doctor glared at him like he wanted Cassian dead, not saying anything. Cassian knew he would end up helping them, just needed a little push. He still owed them his life, after all.
“I could pay you twice, thrice, whatever you want. Just this one time.” Shit, he didn’t have time for this. Cassian changed tactics, started bullshitting his way in. “We’d be gone before you know it, never bothered you again, never come here aga—“
“I don’t want your fucking money.” The answer came icily.
“Anything. then.” Cassian offered, resigned. “I’d do anything you want.”
There is a change in the eyes that glaring at him, subtle at first before growing bolder. They left Cassian’s eyes, dropping down to his lips and no, he didn’t imagine the doctor licking his own lips.
“Fuck, I can’t believe I’m doing this.” He hissed, eyes darting around the room. “Get on your knees.”
Cassian felt his heart skipped a beat. “I—what?”
“Get on your knees and suck me off, you scum.” The doctor’s face flushed red from embarrassment. “Look, you got me broke, I lost my girls, and you said anything.”
“I don’t—” Cassian stopped and took a deep breath. Okay, if this was what it took to get this man hauled his ass to their hiding place, he could do it. He’d done things far worse than this. “—fine. I’d do it after—“
“Now.” That didn’t left room for argument. Cassian sighed and sank to his knees.
The doctor was half-hard when he lowered his pants. Cassian took one look and shifted his eyes upwards, trying to look nonchalant but his voice cracked when he speak. “I don’t know how, never done this before.”
The cock twitched, for a reason he didn’t know. The doctor looked down at him, breath strained and sweat gathered just above his lips, despite the cold. A hand sneaked into Cassian’s hair, guiding him towards the waiting cock. “You get your mouth on my cock, you suck. Mind the teeth, though.”
“Damn it, Ted, my friend’s dying.” Cassian shot back. “I don’t have time to learn how to suck your fucking dick. Just fuck my mouth or something. Make it quick.”
The doctor actually moaned, fingers tightened on his hair. Then he did just that; fucking Cassian’s mouth like he might die tomorrow. Cassian gagged at the first thrust, bile rising in his throat and tears threatening to fall. He tried pulling back, scrawling at the doctor’s pants when his throat closing up and fuck, he couldn’t breathe.
“Through your nose.” He heard the doctor muttered between his moans, almost lost to the sound of his own ragged breathing and the weird noise his mouth made as the cock sliding in and out his aching jaw. “Breathe through your nose.”
Easier said than done but Cassian held out. The doctor came with a shudder, filling his mouth with a bitter taste. Cassian retched and pushed him off, torn between furiously spitting into the floor and gasping for breath. Had he any food left in his stomach he would have throw up all over the place.
“I’m sorry, I should have warn you.“ He didn’t sound that guilty, sated and all.
“My friend.” Cassian growled, voice breaking and completely fucked out. He wiped his face with his sleeve, ignoring tears, spit, and god know what that would stained it. “Now.”
I let him put his dick in my mouth, he thought later, waiting outside while the doctor got to work. I shouldn’t have.
He forgot about it when Boron (Baron?) smiled at him the next day, pale and gaunt but living. His jaw still ached and he might loathe the doctor a little more but at least his comrade lived, and Cassian knew what to do just in case he needed the doctor to do something against his will.
Well, he did what he had to.