rogueonekink | ROGUE ONE KINK MEME: ROUND ONE

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2. Information

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.

ROGUE ONE KINK MEME: ROUND ONE

Re: FILL: Cassian/other, prostitution for the alliance (2/?)