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Cassian/other, prostitution for the alliance
(Anonymous) 2016-12-29 11:31 am (UTC)(link)Bonus for the one time that someone saves him/turns him down/helps him without sex and he is confused because this is what the war has done to him.
Re: Cassian/other, prostitution for the alliance
(Anonymous) 2016-12-29 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)Fill: Cassian/other, prostitution for the alliance (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-12-29 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)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.
Re: Fill: Cassian/other, prostitution for the alliance (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-12-29 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)Ah, author, yes.
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(Anonymous) 2017-01-01 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)The second time it was easier and Cassian might enjoyed it too. He figured it out rather quickly; after fifteen minutes worth of conversation going nowhere and his contact kept leaning into the table, breasts exposed behind the low cut of her shirt. And she was pretty; full lips and wide eyes full of promises that kept lingered on his chest.
She certainly wouldn’t give him anything before getting what she wanted. Cassian leaned closer, looking up to her through his lashes and giving what he thought a seductive smile. “Most of my contacts want to get rid of me rather quickly.”
“Then I guess I’m not most of your contacts then, darling.” She breathed out, her hand came up and sharp nail scratched along the skin of Cassian’s cheek. It was annoying; he wanted to bat it away. “You look like someone worth spending my time for.”
They fucked in one of the bathroom in the back of the cantina, her nails dug into his scalp as Cassian rolled his hips into her. Her body was warm, soft yet muscular, scarred from old battles. She wanted it slow, wanted him not to come until she said so, wanted his mouth on her neck and lips at all times. She wanted to be worshipped. Be good, she whispered into his mouth, and I’ll give you what you want.
Cassian complied, faking enthusiasm and compliments until she let him came with a moan muffled by her skin. She told him everything there, in hushed tone while Cassian let his forehead rest against the cold wall they fucked into, still coming down from his high but trained well enough to process the information. They cleaned up, redressed, and she sent him away with a slap to his ass.
K-2 tilted his head when Cassian filled him in back in their ship. Not that he needed to, but it was nice talking to someone during long flights. Someone being an imperial droid that he stole and painstakingly reprogrammed into an…unimperial droid. “You must be wrong. She wasn’t supposed to tell us the exact date, Cassian.”
“Oh, really?” Cassian didn’t expect to feel proud at this newfound knowledge but he did, and he threw the droid a cheeky grin to let him knew. “Guess she really like me, then.”
K-2 turned and inspected him from head to toe. He made disapproving noise and went back to repairing the control panel. “I’ll let you know that the chance of getting killed and catching disease is really high, Cassian. I hope you wouldn’t come back dying from a gunshot and STD.”
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3. Information…again
“You’re late.” Tivik said as soon as he spotted Cassian, running a hand through his hair anxiously. “I was just going to leave.”
“I came as fast as I can.” Cassian replied, breath still heavy. He closed the door behind him and took a quick look on the small room, checking every corner before going to check on the bathroom. “There are a lot more of them than I thought.”
“And they’re going to realize that you are here.” Tivik continued, fear barely veiled in his voice. “I’m out of here, Cassian, I can’t do this.”
“What? No!” He practically threw himself past Tivik, slamming his shoulder against the half opened door and in turn slamming it closed with a loud thump. “You tell me first, and you can leave. What is it?”
“Screw this! I’m not dying over some bullshit you rebels believe on.” Tivik tried shoving him aside. Cassian’s blood boiled; his friends died for that bullshit. “Get the fuck out of my way.”
His fist shook with urge to punch the other man’s face. “Nobody’s following me. We’re safe.”
Tivik shook his head. His eyes grew wet in panic, still focused on anything but Cassian. “You are safe after you leave this planet, Joreth. I am stuck here. There is nowhere I could go.”
“Hey, look at me.” Cassian reached out at the first sign of vulnerability, carefully framing the man’s face with his hands. “You’re safe here, Tivik, trust me.”
He pulled him close, leaving only millimeters of space between them. The truth was, none of them was safe. Cassian had been instructed to leave that planet as soon as Tivik relayed his message, never to come back again. Still, the lie came smoothly from his own lips; result of years living under the watchful eyes of the empire. “You’re safe.”
Tivik let Cassian kissed him, letting him maneuvered their position so Cassian could press him against the door. He relaxed under his kiss, finally stopped fidgeting and giving Cassian headache.
“I should have punched you in the face.” He whispered after Cassian pulled away but didn’t do anything to stop him from unzipping his pants. “You’re a goddamn whore.”
Cassian didn’t say anything. Be good, her voice rang in his head as clear as it was years ago. He spat on his hand and wrapped his fingers around Tivik’s cock; that was how he knew about Galen Erso, the pilot, and the Death Star.
He was dizzy with fear when the knowledge sank in. One small whisper overheard, one little slip in their signal transmission, and a whole planet vanished from existence. He barely registered Tivik came to his hand.
“So this pilot—“ He stopped to gather his mind. “—Gerrera has him? Saw Gerrera?”
Tivik shook his head, catching Cassian’s hand before he could wipe it off somewhere. Cassian made a face when Tivik brought his hand to his mouth. He still wasn’t fond of the taste, and the news already made him dangerously close to vomit.
“Lick it off.” Tivik told him, probably out of spite. Cassian complied, stomach churning in disgust but he kept his eyes on Tivik, knowing well that he liked to watch, and soon the answer came. “Most likely, but they probably killed him already. That old man’s nut.”
“Shit.” Cassian took a step back, mind already working ahead of his body. “Shit.”
He didn’t wave Tivik goodbye, didn’t even spare him a glance before he busted through the door and through the hallway, running into an open road. When few troopers ran past him towards the building he came from, where he knew Tivik still hid, he didn’t look back.
He was far enough from the building to be spared the sound of Tivik’s execution.
Re: FILL: Cassian/other, prostitution for the alliance (3/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-01 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)“Shit.” A bag was dropped with a loud clang—the fall must have broken something. Cassian raised his eyebrows, slowly swinging the recliner he sprawled on. “How did you get in?”
“Through the door.” He answered, pretending not to notice the way the man—Drouth—‘s eyes swiped over his body before returning to Cassian’s eyes. “I found your spare key.”
“Really.” Drouth mouthed sarcastically, picking up his fallen bag and stepped into the room. “And what brought you to my humble settlement, your highness?”
“What you owed us last month. Twice in quantity.”
The other man let out a humorless laugh, slamming his things into a table loudly. “You were asking for the impossible in the first place. That, I can still manage. Double that? What a joke.”
“I know you can, Drouth. You smuggled that many, if not more, to Tatooine. And you know we pay you handsomely.”
Drouth stopped doing whatever he did, glaring at Cassian. “It wasn’t about the money. You rebels bring death to my door; ain’t good for business.”
“That didn’t stop you before.”
“Well, that does stop me now.”
Cassian thought about the Death Star, about the look on Draven’s face when he learned about it, about his parents; long dead on the step of their home, forgotten that not even their son remembered their face. He hummed. “Anything I can do to change your mind?”
Drouth must pick up the change of his tone. He froze, staring at Cassian, at the fading bruise on his cheek, before quickly returning his gaze to his hands as if staring at Cassian would somehow change his mind. “What do you mean?”
Oh, this was child play. Cassian grinned, ever so subtly spread his legs on either side of the recliner. “Do it and you can fuck me.”
“And, and what made you think I want to fuck you?” Drouth choked out, voice a little higher than usual. “An imperial droid would have been a better fuck.”
“Well, that’s too bad.” Cassian said lightly, He wasn’t fooled; Drouth has this look in his eyes that reminded him of Ted, years ago. He jumped off the recliner. “Good night then. I might as well finding other people who’s willing to…negotiate with me.”
His fingers were already on the doorknob when Drouth stopped in, voice laced in defeat. “Alright, alright, I’ll do it. Get over here.”
Cassian didn’t bother to hide his smirk when he sauntered over. “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Drouth bent him over the table and fucked him until Cassian couldn’t speak. Both him and Ted might had their dick made decisions for them but where Ted was quick to chase his own release, Drouth fucked him slow enough to leave Cassian shaking beneath him. At some point he went fast, building Cassian up to his climax before going slow again. It almost felt like a way to get back at him, and it was. The knowledge didn’t stop Cassian to whimper into the hard wooden surface, wrists uselessly held behind his back.
“Two months.” He said sometime later, barely coming down from his orgasm. “It couldn’t be any later, and I hope you’re smart on this, Drouth. They’re done playing, not that they were playing in the first place.”
“Straight to the business, aren’t you.” Drouth commented. “I’ll see what I can do, but you probably need to come here and get it yourself.”
Cassian ignored the implications and pushed himself up, wincing at the mess on himself. “Can I use your bathroom?”
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5. A last resort.
The next time, it was awful.
His cell barely has any light on it during days, and at nights he sat by himself in the darkness, mentally beating himself over how dumb he had acted. He knew his contact wasn’t as trustworthy as he would have liked. K-2 told him that. Draven told him that, even his own subconscious told him that but Cassian pushed them aside, went to meet her and here he was.
His only comfort was K-2 managed to slip away, probably informed the base and…and that was it. Danver would have instructed a rescue mission if the odds were worth it…if Cassian worth it.
It had been a week.
A perfect understanding on how a rescue mission worked didn’t stop a hollow feeling to spread in his chest. He was left to die, decidedly not profitable enough to save. It stung, even more when he realized that he was going to die in the hands of the empire. Except…
Cassian glanced at his left leg—where he thought his left leg, at least. They searched him, took all his weapons away but this one seemed to pass their eyes, hidden in a makeshift pocket on his boots. Only it wasn’t a weapon. It was a suicide pill, the venom strong enough to kill him within ten minutes since his body absorbed it.
And he couldn’t even reach it, with his hands tied behind his back.
Cassian closed his eyes and despite himself chuckled, the sound dragged painfully from his throat.
It must be hours later when he was woken up by approaching footsteps. His surrounding was still dark so it was unusual for them to check on him at this hour. Cassian shifted, unconsciously pushing himself further into the wall he leaned on.
The sound of door unlocking felt too loud on his ears, so was the sudden burst of light so bright it hurt his eyes. Cassian scrunched his eyes shut and ducked away, hands unavailable to protect his eyes from the sudden brightness in the room.
“So you’ve lied to us this whole time.” An unfamiliar voice spoke, followed by the sound of something being dragged. Cassian squinted through the tears in his eyes and finding the blurry sight of someone sat across him, in a chair that wasn’t there before.
“No, I haven’t.”
The crack of something connected with his skull was loud in his ear.
Cassian swallowed back the pained noise building up in the back of his throat. It took a moment to finally gotten his eyes used to the light, another moment to let the pounding on his head to calm down, and soon he was looking up to the man who he knew was in charge in this place. He didn’t beat him up, didn’t question him but he was always there, listening to the mix of truth and lies he spilled.
“I could have listed all your aliases and little stunts for the last five years, but what good will it do when the very man who I speak of know himself very well, “ He smiled, lips curled unnaturally around a scar that left a deep gash on his face. “ Captain Andor.”
So they found out. Cassian scoffed. “And you came all the way here only to tell me who I am?”
He was prepared for the backhand but it didn’t make it any less painful.
Cassian gave himself few seconds to compose himself before opening his eyes again, spitting his blood towards the trooper who stood guard next to him. The man in command laughed.
“Easy there, we don’t want to reduce that face into a bloody pulp, do we.” He stretched his legs, looking at Cassian appreciatively. That, combined with the offhand comment left a tingle of fear Cassian tried hard to ignore. “So Captain, the order is that you’re to be handed to Director Orson Krennic this morning. I’m just here to—“
“—Krennic?” Cassian blurted out. He heard that name before, undoubtedly one of the higher ranking Imperial officer. “Orson Krennic?”
The man said something but Cassian didn’t pay attention. He remembered; Orson Krennic, Director of the Advanced Weapon Research, the very man whose project they tried to destroy. The man who was likely able to reach to Darth Vader and if that happened, if Darth Vader used his…unnatural ability to force information out of Cassian, that meant death penalty to the whole rebel alliance.
“Kill me.” He whispered.
There was silence following his whisper. The man stopped speaking, his expression didn’t betray anything but for the first time Cassian saw rage in his eyes.
“So that’s what it takes?” He stood up. “A name, a title, and you beg for death?”
He walked up to Cassian, looming over him. Rough hand grabbed his chin, jerking his head upwards. Cassian let him run a thumb along his bottom lip, pulling at it before pushing his finger between his teeth. He knew where this went.
“No such luxury for you, sorry. Any other last request?”
It was humiliating, mumbling around the finger in his mouth but he didn’t have any other choice. “Untie me?”
He watched the man considered, trying to keep desperation off his face. Cassian wrapped his lips around the man’s finger and sucked lightly.
And like always, it worked. He watched the man ushered the remaining troopers outside, making way for his plan but this time Cassian felt no joy from it. He was going to die, he must die.
The exchange, oh god was it painful. Cassian sobbed openly into the floor, forcing his mind to go somewhere else. He went back to Wobani, spending days reprogrammed the imperial droid he stole while waiting for orders; back home to Fest and meeting General Draven, taken aback when he whispered only loud enough for Cassian to hear—the alliance could use your help—and back to the street of his house, clutching the cold body of his father.
“There you go.” The man said as he stood up and Cassian felt his handcuff fell open. “This is goodbye, I guess, but there is a chance they would dump you back here when they’re done with you.” He sneered. “If they haven’t killed you yet, of course.”
Cassian wiped off his tears and waited until the sound of footsteps disappeared. Then, he reached for the pill.
Re: FILL: Cassian/other, prostitution for the alliance (4/4)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-01 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)Cassian, you spineless coward.
With that thought, Cassian pressed the pill into his lips, willing himself to open his mouth but his jaw locked up so hard it was borderline painful. It hadn’t been hard in the rush of adrenaline knowing the alliance was at stake, even easier when he begged for mercy from a man who didn’t have any, but now it felt he was obliged to swallow a sack of sand.
Do it, Cassian.
He opened his mouth and let the pill slipped in. It rested on his tongue, cold and hard as stone. Cassian rolled his tongue, working his throat muscle to swallow when—
“Cassian?”
He spluttered, spitting the pill back to his hand. “Who’s that?”
The door creaked and slammed open, almost hitting Cassian in the process. Outside, standing there like a hero of his dream was a man in Imperial uniform. Cassian’s heart fell.
“I’m the pilot.” The man in uniform blurted out, swinging his blazer aside. “We need to go.”
“Pilot? What pilot?”
He looked exasperated. “The one Galen Erso sent? I’m with the rebels, or whatever you call yourself this day. Come on, your droid’s outside fighting off the troopers.”
Fifteen minutes later Cassian sank to the floor of his—his—ship, shaking with adrenaline. K-2 offered some snarky comment with barely veiled concern and relief. This man, Bodhi, sat down next to him and offered to clean up his wounds.
This…this didn’t add up. Things weren’t supposed to work this way. Cassian had never been this lucky. There must be something he should pay for this, and he wasn’t sure if he could right now.
“I can’t pay you.” He mumbled, pulling his hand away from Bodhi. “Not right now.”
Bodhi looked confused. He tried to take Cassian’s hand again but Cassian batted him away.
“I’m a damaged good.” He gestured to his body, frustrated that his savior couldn’t understand such a simple thing. Weren’t his wounds visible enough? “I can’t pay you back right now.”
He didn’t know if it was understanding or pity that he saw in Bodhi’s eyes, but it was galaxies away from the look he saw in Ted’s eyes, or Drouth, or…whoever it was in his cell. K-2 mumbled from the cockpit, muttering about the risk of mental trauma after prolonged imprisonment.
“You don’t have to pay me.” Bodhi tried but stopped at the look Cassian gave him. “Or…you can just rest now. I won’t, uh, help you if you don’t want me to but…isn’t sleep sounds good?”
Yes. Yes, it did.
He accepted the cup and gulped it down in a take. It wasn’t even a minute when his eyelids started getting heavy. Bodhi watched him carefully.
“You’re going somewhere?” He slurred.
“Do you want me to?”
Cassian hummed, letting his eyes dropped. “No.”
“Then I won’t.” Bodhi shifted and somehow managed to maneuver Cassian until his head lying on his lap. “Go to sleep, Captain. Everything is under control.”
And that, Cassian decided, was the best thing he ever heard before unconsciousness took him over.
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