Nov 24, 2024
RANCOR BATTALION | Commander Blitz
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RANCOR BATTALION | Commander Blitz
kind of amazed at what 4 layers of shadows can do
it's far from perfect, but considering this is my first week using Procreate, it's not too bad (I think?)
Rare clone request continued: Commander Blitz as requested by @itszerohz and @/_anyadarling_ on IG
He just chillin’, Blitz has chill vibes to me, idk
Colt and Blitz!
Shower Maintenance
18+, Commander Blitz x gender neutral reader, ~4000 words
Cross-posted to AO3
masturbation, fantasizing, pining, angst surrounding clone personhood, self-harm, tickle fights, casual sex, first time (Blitz), oral sex (giving and receiving), penetrative sex (reader receiving), silly sex
Blitz leaned against the shower wall, his breathing hard but controlled. He cushioned his forehead on one arm while he fisted his cock with his other hand.
It was just routine maintenance. So routine, in fact, that in the showers of every GAR barrack and permanent military installation in the galaxy, was a dispenser of personal lubricant. Government sanctioned and paid for with Republic tax credits, to prevent the intellectual property of the Kaminoans from disseminating itself amongst the general human population.
Blitz resented that, but it still had to be done.
It should have been unremarkable, mundane; he should have been able to finish and be done with it, but he couldn’t get you out of his head.
You’d smiled at him. A simple gesture, but one that still made his heart pound and his head swim with thoughts that were probably treasonous.
No one had ever looked at him like that before.
You’d called him by name, smiled at him, listened to his stories and jokes and complaints and told him your own. Blitz thought of you as a friend, and that was something his creators didn’t think he needed to have. It tore him up inside, with guilt and longing and envy. Envy towards his brothers in the field, who enjoyed so much more personal freedom than those stuck on Kamino, and envy towards every free-born being who took being a person for granted. That was what he was: a man with wants and needs and feelings, and you had given him so much more than you probably realized. Blitz couldn’t help but wonder what else you might be willing to give.
As his slick palm glided over the warm, wet skin of his shaft, the image of you smiling up at him came to him unbidden, and he shocked himself with a groan that escaped his tight control. It was enough to send a cold chill through his stomach at the prospect of getting caught, but he was alone. No one would know if he indulged in a little fantasy. Perhaps it would even bring relief. It was worth a shot.
He knew how these sorts of things went, from the tales of sexual conquests of his brothers in the field. Non-clone beings were incredibly varied and came with an infinitude of personal preferences and turn-offs. Blitz had no idea what you might like. Rather than worry about that, he imagined you on your knees in front of him, laving attention on his cock and balls with gentle hands and a clever mouth. It was deliberate, this time, and it was so, so good. His cock twitched in his hand. Finally, he was getting somewhere.
He wondered if you might let him inside, between your legs. He made no assumptions as to what kind of configuration you might have, he just imagined slick, tight warmth. The kind his brothers raved about. The kind that apparently couldn’t be recreated with his hand. He so desperately wanted to experience that, and imagined your voice urging him on.
It’s ok, you’d say, I want you.
Blitz wanted to be wanted. The frustrated tears that escaped his tightly closed eyes disappeared into the flow of the shower.
He hoped you’d like it. He wanted you to tell him how good he made you feel.
Blitz. He imagined your voice, desperate and adoring. You’re doing so well. Ah- mmmm.”
“Mmmmm,” Blitz echoed the voice in his head. He was getting close.
Please, please, please. The imagined words were now as much his as they were yours.
Let go.
He did, thighs shaking violently as his load splattered all over the unfeeling shower wall. He opened his eyes, mesmerized by the semen dripping, mixing, flowing down the drain.
Kaminoan property, every cell.
Blitz bit his arm to suppress his growl of frustration, hard enough to draw blood. It would need a bandage, he noted, not feeling a thing. No one cared what happened to his body as long as it could be used to serve the Republic.
He was more than this. He wanted more than this.
He had a feeling you understood.
Blitz meticulously dried off and bandaged his arm, his body washed clean of blood and sweat and seed. Righteous fury, accomplishment, and shame.
No, that wasn’t what he was ashamed of. Everyone did it, after all. He was ashamed of using you for his own pleasure.
That had been his choice. Now that his head was clear of lust, he realized that didn’t sit right with him. Of all the limited choices he could have made, he’d used the thought of you without your knowledge or consent, and it was wrong. He wasn’t even supposed to have these kinds of thoughts.
It’s not fair, he thought. Especially now that you’d been stationed on Kamino until further notice, assigned to work with him directly. He didn’t even deserve to look at you.
His heart clenched, imagining how you’d react if he expressed even half of those self-depreciating thoughts in your presence. You were everything the Kaminoans weren’t: warm, funny, caring, human. Despite years of ingrained training telling him it was against the rules, he wanted to keep you a part of his life more than anything.
He had to tell you.
Little did he know, you were approaching him to deal with the exact same problem.
———
You had to find Commander Blitz. As your rampant fantasies about the man had revealed, there was no way the two of you could have a professional working relationship without establishing some boundaries. He deserved your honesty, because he had been nothing but open with you, in a way that no other clone had. That didn’t make it any less awkward when you sighted Blitz striding towards you with purpose.
He looked even better freshly showered. His damp curls were well-defined and his skin flushed from the heat, making his bright yellow tattoos stand out all the better. He was breathtaking, and you took a breath. He seemed to notice.
“Come with me, please?” Blitz requested, with all the smooth authority of an ARC Commander.
Your gut seized. What if he actually had something business-related to discuss? You searched his expression, carefully neutral. If he was up to something nefarious, he wasn’t broadcasting it. But you were sure you weren’t imagining the way the blood lingered in the tips of his ears. You hadn’t imagined the longing, fond way he always looked you, either.
You followed with the practiced confidence of someone who was supposed to be there. After all, who would question the two of you having a private discussion when you both held administrative roles?
Blitz stood with perfect posture a respectful distance from you, face still unreadable. If anyone happened to see you from the hall, it would have looked like some boring meeting they had no business intruding on. Blitz closed the door with a discreet gauntlet control and looked you in the eye for longer than was comfortable.
You tried not to squirm as he held eye contact. How could you hide from him now, when just hours earlier you’d made yourself come to the thought of him naked? Nope, you were going to put that out of your head and listen to whatever he had to say, even though his intense dark gaze was making your heart beat even faster. You were a professional, and you could handle this.
“I realize I am far out of line but I feel it’s wrong to continue working with you without admitting that I have feelings for you,” Blitz said suddenly, with the exact same authoritative body language and tone that he had used earlier when explaining the training exercise the two of you had overseen.
Well then.
It was a shock, ridiculous even. Part of you had hoped for an admission of attraction, another for a serious discussion that you could both play off as normal, and somehow this was both.
You laughed.
Blitz’s face fell, then quickly turned to analyzing the situation.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you,” you managed through gasps of air.
Blitz waited patiently for you to make the next move.
“Okay. I’m okay. I think I was just nervous, and you said exactly what I wanted to tell you.”
Blitz had a gorgeous smile. He looked so relieved, the stoicism of an ARC gone in a second, and then he was laughing, too.
“I was so worried I was reading too much into it.” Blitz dripped something onto the holotable, dampness from his hair or tears of joy, you couldn’t tell.
You decided to reward his show of vulnerability with boldness. “I assure you, you are not reading too much into it. I think you’re drop dead gorgeous.” You mimicked his earlier stance and tone.
“That’s…wow.” Blitz shuddered. “Thank you.”
“You okay?”
“I didn’t think I’d get this far.”
“Me neither.”
You stared at each other, nervous, questioning. Slowly, your grins became wider and wider, and Blitz broke the silence with a whine that quickly became laughter.
Both of you were doubled over the holotable, trying to repress your guffaws. If someone in the hall overheard, you’d need a really good joke as cover.
“Do you know any good jokes?” Blitz whispered.
“It seems great minds really do think alike.”
Both of your faces were red, but you were professionals. You got your laughter under control and had the audacity to both ask, “What now?”
“Well, I was going to get some dinner, but after that I’m free,” you said.
“I’d really like to talk to you more, privately…” Blitz ventured, then seemed to overcome his apprehensions as if on a battlefield. “You know, the Commander’s quarters have great soundproofing.” Blitz waggled his eyebrow. “We can laugh all we want.”
“That actually sounds fun. I haven’t laughed like that in months.”
“See you there?”
“Sure thing.” You turned towards the door.
“Wait! Can I kiss you?”
You spun on your heel and marched right back to Blitz, stopping just a pace away.
“Yes.”
Blitz didn’t hesitate for a second. He leaned forward, capturing your lips with his in a reverent, cautious kiss. You both shivered.
“There’s more where that came from,” he whispered against your lips.
“I look forward to it.”
———
Dinner ended up competing for space in your stomach with a tight knot of excitement. It was perhaps the first time you were relieved that the infantry troopers were too scared to talk to you. You forced down your meal with minimal external distractions, then marched with purpose to Blitz’s quarters, despite your stomach cramping in protest.
Blitz answered the door quickly, fully armored, for all appearances a polite soldier with no plans up his sleeves. As soon as the door locked, you dropped all pretense and kissed him soundly.
Blitz groaned in shock, the sound tapering into a hum of curiosity at the peculiar taste of your mouth.
“What were they serving today?” he asked.
“Aiwha brain stew. Honestly not the worst thing I’ve had.”
“Beats rations.” Rations were all Blitz had.
“You haven’t eaten yet? Do you want to stop at the mess?”
“No.”
Rations would be enough. Besides, Blitz wanted to taste you. He leaned in and kissed you again, slow and sensual.
“This is your first time, right?” you asked.
“Yes.”
“You’re pretty good at that.”
“I’m a fast learner.”
“Are you keeping your armor on, or what?”
“Oh,” he laughed.
You knew the theory behind the clone armor specs, but watching Blitz methodically take off and stack the plates was practically an art form. He beckoned you closer, close enough that you could feel his warm breath and the solidity of his torso through his skin-tight body glove. As you ran your hand over his ribs, you were intrigued to find that the fabric was only room-temperature.
“Your hands are so warm, how is the suit cool to the touch?” you questioned.
“Vacuum sealed,” he explained, nearly breathless.
“Neat. Can you feel it when I do this?” You scratched his ribs gently.
“Not really? I can tell there’s something there but I’m more or less isolated from temperature and pressure differentials.”
“Can you take it off?”
“Sure. But I’d like you to take something off as well.”
Fair enough. The two of you lifted your shirts over your heads at the same time, emerging flushed and face-to-face.
Blitz marveled at your bare chest. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but you were reassuringly, familiarly humanoid. Clone or not, the two of you really weren’t so different at all.
“What happened to your arm?” you asked, face twisted with concern.
Blitz seemed to shrink. “I’ll tell you later? I just want to enjoy this right now.”
You didn’t push. Instead, you caught Blitz off guard, fingers jabbing sharply into his ribs and tickling. Blitz yelped, squirming away from your devious hands.
“What was that for?”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to surprise you. You said we could laugh all we want. I was trying to start a tickle fight.”
“Oh.” Blitz was catching on quick, a feral gleam in his eye. “You’re on.”
You dove for him, catching his hips with your momentum as your fingers scrambled to find his sensitive spots. He rolled you expertly, and suddenly you were both on the floor.
“You can fight back, you know,” you urged him on.
“Okay,” he said innocently, then targeted the same spots on you that you had on him. His tickling was relentless, and he soon had you screaming with laughter as you fought back at every chance you got, hands in his armpits and feet on his thighs.
“I yield!” you squealed, and Blitz immediately withdrew, grinning wildly.
“I haven’t done that in years,” he sighed. “You know, when I imagined you screaming I thought it would be under slightly different circumstances.”
“Oh yeah?” Your bare feet glided over the smooth fabric covering his thighs. “What else did you imagine?”
“Your voice.”
“And what did I say?”
“You said I felt good. That you wanted more.”
“Well, you’re right about that second part. Wanna experience the real thing?”
“Yes.” Blitz wasn’t even fully undressed and he was already begging.
“C’mere.” You pulled him down, stroking his sweaty hair. “Nothing leaves this room. Agreed?”
“Agreed.”
“Now, tell me what you want.”
“I’d very much like to be inside you.”
You laughed at his seriousness. “Okay, but you’ll have to earn it. Mind letting me up?”
He did, and wordlessly followed your lead as you removed your pants.
His cock looked positively juicy.
“Holy kark,” you whispered.
“You like it?” Blitz whispered back.
“Can I touch it? Please?”
Blitz nodded eagerly, and you shuffled forward to where he knelt on the floor. Your hands came to rest on each thigh, slowly working his flesh, and Blitz moaned.
“That was hot,” you said.
“This is far better than I imagined.”
Your hands were objectively quite similar to his, but the disconnect from his own somatic nervous system made it thrilling.
“Hmm-mmmm-mmm,” he hummed, thrusting shallowly into your curled hand.
He opened his eyes to find you stroking your face against the velvety skin of his penis, looking up at him exactly the way he’d fantasized about, and he nearly came right then and there.
“I’m not gonna last much longer,” he whispered urgently.
“Then I suppose I’d better make this good.”
Blitz had endured blistering heat in high-temperature training simulations, but your hot mouth on his head was the most he’d ever experienced. Hot enough to make him melt and spurt onto your tongue. You finished him with a swirling motion around his tip, and sucked off the last drop with a kiss.
It took Blitz a moment to realize that he was crying.
“Sorry.” He was quick to reassure, “I’m not upset, that was wonderful, I don’t know why I’m crying.”
“It’s alright. Do you want a hug?”
“Yeah. Okay.”
Blitz curled himself into your arms, broad shoulders, sturdy legs, and all. No, he wasn’t upset. He was relaxed, content, and thankful.
“I didn’t mean to come so soon,” he laughed through a sniffle.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it. I’m not going anywhere.”
The bite on his forearm still stung.
Blitz was silent, deep in contemplation. This was what he had wanted. To feel sexy, wanted, loved. He’d clearly underestimated how emotionally intense the reality would be.
It was almost romantic. Then, your stomach growled loudly.
“Huh. Guess I didn’t eat enough.”
Blitz offered you a ration bar. It tasted like sawdust.
“That is repulsive,” you gagged.
“I know, but it’s optimized for calories and nutrients. If you want, we can stop and go get something real to eat.”
“I don’t wanna stop,” you whined.
“Maybe I can sweeten the deal?” Blitz took a bite, then pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your lips.
“Where’d you learn that?” you asked, once you’d managed to swallow.
“Holoporn.”
You snorted, then choked down a few more bites. Blitz valiantly finished off the rest of the bar.
“I need a palate cleanser,” he said, then licked a long stripe up your neck. This time, it was your turn to moan. “Can I return the favor? I want to taste you.”
“Yeah. Yes.” You shuffled under him, unsure what position he had in mind.
“We can take this to the bed?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
It hardly counted as a bed. It was a slightly elevated slab, but at least you could sit comfortably with Blitz’s head between your spread thighs.
“You smell…really good,” he sighed, kissing languidly along your inner thighs. By and large, clones who spent most of their time on Kamino smelled about the same. You were different, exotic, intoxicating.
Blitz began lapping sloppily between your thighs, tickling more than anything. You had to show him where to focus his attention, where to put pressure and where to use friction. He was a quick study, and soon had you rolling your hips against his face.
“I thought about this, you know,” you whispered gruffly, thrusting against his tongue.
“Tell me more.” His breath tingled across everything his mouth had wet.
“I thought about you growling as I rode your face. About your strong arms keeping me locked in place-ah.”
Blitz had taken to your fantasy like it was a direct order, pulling you ever closer and growling hungrily from deep in his chest. You hadn’t expected it to tickle, and you giggled uncontrollably as you urged him to keep going.
“That’s it, hahahaha, yes, yes, yes, ahhhh…”
Once again, he had you screaming with laughter as you came all over his mouth and face. Blitz pulled away with a sultry lick of his lips that had you throbbing.
“Ohhh, wow. That was...unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“Seems it’s a good night for firsts.” Blitz gazed longingly between your legs, where he’d left you stretched wide open and wetter than a Kaminoan landing strip.
“Go on. I know you want to.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah. I want it.”
How he’d longed to hear those words.
Blitz wasted no time working himself to erection and rolling a biosheath on to his aching length, coating it generously with lubricant. Desperate not to hurt you, he mustered his self control and pressed his tip in slowly, and was shocked to find almost no resistance. Soon enough, his hips were flush against yours, and you gazed at each other in awe.
His brothers had been right. This felt nothing like a hand. Everything about it was even, smooth, crushing pressure, even without hard, bony fingers to squeeze him.
“I might cry again,” Blitz said, his voice breaking.
“It’s okay.”
It was so, so good. Everything about Blitz was warm and solid, and he held you with such tangible care. He leaned forward, now lying perpendicularly on the bed, and rested his forehead on yours with a deep sigh.
I love you, you wanted to say. But what would happen if you did? No, no it was just the hormones talking. You’d barely known the man a week.
“I love your cock,” you said instead.
Blitz was beaming at you as his hips worked, sliding slowly in and out, with just enough tantalizing friction that you could sense another orgasm building up inside you.
“Thank you,” he said, completely sincere.
“It’s juicy,” you sighed, and he laughed.
“I could say the same of you.” He pulled away slightly, and you could see your cum glisten where it still clung to his face.
“You look good like this,” you said, swiping a finger across his cheek.
“So do you.”
“Is it as good as you imagined?”
“Better. So much better.” He’d begun to speed up slightly. “What about you? Does it feel good?”
“Yes.”
“I want to hear it. Tell me how good I make you feel.”
“I can feel the lube squishing around inside me. It kinda tickles, but every time you slide back in it’s like scratching an itch, you know one of those itches that you can’t immediately reach? So when you finally scratch it it’s just, like, the best…” Your rambling was both adorable and educational.
“I know what you mean. So, how do I make you cum like this?”
“Go a little faster. Yeah. You feel that? Friction is good-ow-don’t slam so hard at the end.”
“Sorry.”
His brow was pinched adorably in focus. He’d adapted a quick, fluid rhythm that had him starting to twitch inside you.
“Ooh, that feels good. You’re getting close, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t slam hard, but I want you to grind into me. Deeper.”
Blitz obeyed instantly, baring his teeth and growling.
“Good. That’s it, cum with me.”
“When?” he huffed.
“Now.”
His arms squeezed you as you squeezed his cock. You could feel it jumping inside you, spilling into the prophylactic and heightening the intensity of your own orgasm. Blitz was shaking, his weight supported on trembling arms. You continued clenching around him until he couldn’t take any more. He secured the base of the biosheath and pulled out of you swiftly, followed by a gush of fluid.
“Ahhh, hahaha, I wasn’t expecting that,” you laughed.
“Guess I’ll have to change the sheets,” Blitz laughed back, gently kissing your forehead.
“That was fun,” you sighed.
“Yeah, it was. I hope this isn’t a one-time thing.”
“I’ll gladly do that as many times as we can get away with.”
It wasn’t ideal, but you both knew you were smart enough to make it work.
Blitz withdrew from your embrace, tossed the biosheath, and offered you a damp cloth. You beckoned him closer and used it to wipe his face. His smile was so beautiful. You didn’t say it out loud, but you had a feeling he could see it in your eyes.
Blitz stripped the sheets from the cardboard-thin mattress, only to find that your combined sweat and release had soaked through the mattress itself. He resigned himself to sleeping on the floor.
“With how expensive this war is, one might think you troopers would be afforded better mattresses,” you joked.
“I wholeheartedly agree.” Blitz tossed the sheets, along with his suit, into the laundry chute to be collected by the cleaning droids.
“Seems we agree on most things. We make quite a team.”
Blitz sat on the floor next to you, and hesitantly put his good arm around your shoulders. You pulled him closer.
“I like the sound of that. Team.” Blitz looked sleepy, but you could tell his mind was racing.
“We’re technically work partners.”
“True.” He was thinking again. “Something’s been bothering me. I’m not sure if I should tell you.”
“Nothing leaves this room, remember?”
“You said we agree on a lot of things. I want to know if…” he swallowed. “I can’t help but feel like it’s wrong, but I’ve grown to believe that I deserve more than this. More than Kamino, more than this war. That I deserve to be a real person...right?”
You hummed thoughtfully, stroking up and down his arm where it was wrapped around your shoulders. “Officially, I never said this, but you’re absolutely right. And I know saying so can get us both in a lot of trouble. But you know what? I want that for you, too.”
“That’s a relief.” He wasn’t crazy.
“Of course I see you as a person, and not just because I don’t fuck droids. I joined up because I wanted to help. I can see that we’re all in this together, and I really wish more people understood.”
“I didn’t know that. I appreciate it.” Blitz was resting his chin on the top of your head now.
You took his hand and squeezed. “We’ve survived this far. We can make it through this. One day at a time.”
“So, what’s our cover story going to be?” True to his training, Blitz was already thinking two steps ahead.
You saw your chance and took it. “I was thinking something along the lines of shower maintenance…”
Commander Blitz 💛
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