ROGUE ONE KINK MEME: ROUND ONE

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Re: FILL: Cassian/other, prostitution for the alliance (3/?)

[(Anonymous)]

4. Weapons.

“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?”

///

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.