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From the moment he stepped off of the shuttle and into The Negotiator’s hangar, Cody had felt eyes on him. It seemed as if the entire battalion had done nothing but stare at him since he’d been back after having spent almost an entire rotation with the 104th.
His presence had been requested by Wolffe directly for a ‘consult’, to which Cody had readily agreed. Only, when he’d arrived the battle had been mostly in hand with Wolffe needing very little in the way of outside input or advice. In truth, Cody doubted he’d really been needed whatsoever, but he didn’t call the other out on that oversight. It meant he got to spend time with his closest batchmate, something which was becoming increasingly rare these days, so Cody was tempted to label the endeavour as a win-win. As well as that, Cody had taken the opportunity to get to know the ‘wolfpack’, Wolffe’s trusted, inner circle, in more depth.
A lot more depth.
And that, Cody suspected, was the reason for the budding tension in The Negotiator’s main meeting room as Cody stood around the holotable with Obi-Wan and the other 212 th ’s most senior officers. He stood, as ever, to Obi-Wan’s right as he was filled in on all the things he’d missed – the munitions deliveries, the casualty statuses and figures, the newest batch of shinies that were due to join them shortly. In return, Cody filled them in on what had transpired with the 104 th .
Well. The abridged version . The full tale would take far longer than they had and certainly wasn’t appropriate for Obi-Wan’s ears.
But as Cody very deliberately left gaps in his report, nothing too noticeable or that would be of any use, he was keenly aware of the marks his hosts had left. Most were hidden under his armour, the large expanse of purpling skin along his collar bones, bruised by eager teeth, and the unmistakable bite mark from Wolffe himself seared onto his left pec. A couple; however, sucked onto his throat by a very excited Comet, peeked out above the neckline of his blacks, visible even with his armour over the top.
They were dark, obvious things. Wolffe had been sure to punish his overeager Corporal severely (and quite prettily) for his transgression, but the damage had already been done. To anyone looking, it was plain what they were and how they got there. Obi-Wan had clocked them immediately, of course, but was too polite to comment on them, just keeping his eyes respectfully averted, instead.
Cody’s officers, however, had no such qualms.
Multiple sets of eyes were fixed on the throat for the majority of the meeting – at times talking to Cody’s neck rather than the man himself. On his right, Waxer was the most obvious about it but even Fix wasn’t exactly subtle, either. His CMO’s gaze had been fixed (heh) on his Adam’s apple for the past ten minutes, eyes dark and almost unblinking. Each time Cody’s eyes landed on Barlex, the sergeant would look down at his neck and then back up to his face with a smirk, saying so much without a word.
Cody tried to ignore them as best he could as he continued.
“…And so with the use of the mines, we were able to eliminate the outpost with minimal casualties and only a single squad in the air. The sector is now secure and we’re setting up our own outposts to keep it that way.”
“I see.” Obi-Wan nodded sagely. “It sounds like the mission proved invaluable for the war effort – you must pass on my thanks to Commander Wolffe, too… It’s good to have you back, Cody. I’ll leave you to get… reacquainted with everyone else and see you for the shift hand over later.”
When Obi-Wan’s lips quirked upwards, Cody’s thoughts ground to a halt. He kicked himself for not considering Obi-Wan’s use of the force in all of this. The tension in the air had been so thick that he’d probably been able to sense it without it. Cody didn’t so much as want to consider what else the Jedi might have been able to feel emanating from the clones.
He tried not to wilt in embarrassment as knowing smiles were shared and more than a few officers shifted to readjust their codpieces. Obi-Wan made his excuses to make a swift exit after, leaving Cody alone with his brothers to address the elephant in the room.
The charged silence that followed felt oppressive. And, as the most senior officer in the room, Cody’s first instinct was to think of a way to fill it, to ease the tension of his men. He needn't have bothered.
The moment the door whooshed shut behind Obi-Wan, Cody was practically attacked.
Having been the closest, it was Waxer who got his hands on him first, shoving him hard until his back collided with the wall. One hand fixed itself to his chest, pinning him there, while Waxer’s other came to his hip, sitting dangerously low. Cody tensed up as Waxer all but forced himself into his space, his body preparing for an unexpected fight.
Only none came.
As Waxer bullied a knee between Cody’s thighs, he lent impossibly closer, until their noses were almost touching and Cody half-expected to be kissed. He clutched at Waxer’s elbows in response, eager to see where this was going.
“We missed you.” That… hadn’t been what Cody had been expecting, even though it was obviously the case. He’d been anticipating something much more carnal and possessive, less sentimental than sweet words. His surprise must have flickered in his expression. “Glad you’re back.” Waxer added. Over his shoulder, there were several nods.
“Likewise.” Cody deadpanned, only being half-sarcastic. The wolfpack were great, yes, but the officers of the 212th were his home .
Somewhere behind Waxer, Boil chuckled. From this angle, most of the room was obscured by Waxer’s body as the clone seemed to loom over him despite them being the same height. He caught a glimpse of Fix and Barlex, though, both looking extremely interested in how this was going to play out. Barlex smirked at him when they locked eyes.
Boil approached and plastered himself to Waxer’s side who sidestepped a faction to make room for him. He regarded Cody through his lashes for a moment and the commander resisted the urge to squirm before he moved forwards to run a thumb over the top edge of his blacks, over the marks that were peeking up from under the material. Cody tilted his chin up, partly in a display of defiance and partly to give the other more room to work with. Boil caressed all that he was offered.
“Looks like you had some fun while you were away.” Boil remarked, tone mild. Whilst Cody knew he wasn’t in trouble, he was keenly aware of just how possessive the 212st could be when they wanted, himself included. “Did you behave for them?” He could have stayed quiet, but Cody gave into the unhinged urge to stoke that spark into a flame. He knew it would end well for him, one way or another.
“Why, you jealous?” Of course, he knew they weren’t. Their arrangement had never been exclusive and this was hardly the first time one of them had ran off with another battalion and came back looking thoroughly used, but that wasn’t the point.
Boil smirked, amusement clear in his eyes as Waxer shifted to press his knee down hard into Cody’s codpiece. He grunted in discomfort as it chafed his rapidly hardening cock but said nothing. He could deal with a little discomfort if it meant he won this posturing match, if it meant that Waxer and Boil caved first.
There was a long beat of silence that stretched onwards, Cody’s gaze locked with the both of theirs.
And then Boil was the first to give in to what they were all craving. He fisted his hands through Cody’s hair and brought him in for a rough kiss. Cody’s lips immediately began to bruise from the treatment and their teeth clacked together uncomfortably, but he wouldn’t have changed it for the world.
Waxer groaned and lent forwards even more to kiss gently at his neck. It was a dizzying contrast and one that left Cody panting into Boil’s mouth breathlessly. He was penned in on both sides, crowded back against the wall with Boil’s hands on his biceps, keeping his arms out of the way, and Waxer’s now both on his hips, preventing him from grinding down against his knee.
“They marked you up real good,” Waxer murmured into his neck, shifting his knee. Cody squirmed. “Maybe we should make a few of our own, hmm? Send them a holo - teach them how to care for you. How does that sound?”
It sounded like the best fucking thing that Cody had heard all day. He certainly couldn’t have agreed more.
One of Boil’s hands ventured down to grasp his codpiece more firmly, skillfully unlatching the clasp and lifting it away. Waxer’s thigh shifted again and Cody couldn’t help the low groan that reverberated out from his chest. As Boil kissed him again, this time more softly, Cody made a mental note to himself to thank Wolffe for his invitation and to arrange another one as soon as possible, now that he knew what would await him when he returned.