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January 2023
This month’s ship is: Cody/Wolffe
The prompts are:
1- 7: Beginnings
8 - 14: Only one bed
15 - 21: Everybody lives (though maybe not Palpatine)
22 - 28: "Run"
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Hello! I would love to request Wolffe/Cody where Cody's really struggling with the stress of being Marshall Commander (limited rest hours, always maintaining that professional image, the responsibility for thousands of his brothers lives) and is ready to crack, and Wolffe steps in in his gruff yet loving way to take care of him (getting him to rest, taking his armour off, pounding him through the mattress). And then maybe spending the night, like "It's alright Kote, I've got the watch."
(Ohohohoh nice! I’m always a slut for this pairing!)
(Fic under the cut)
It says a lot about Cody’s state of mind that he doesn’t notice Wolffe stepping inside his office until he’s grabbed him by the shoulders and violently forces him to get up and walk out. “W-Wait! Wolffe! What the kriff!” he exclaims then. Excuse him, he had some very important reports to make, he doesn’t have time for whatever the hell he wants to do.
“Playtime’s over, Cody. It’s time for you to get some rest,” Wolffe replies, still dragging him to his quarters. Cody tries to resist at first, but seeing that his strength isn’t exactly helping this time, he decides against it. This doesn’t mean he can’t complain about it, however.
“I am perfectly alright and don’t need rest yet.”
“The bags under your eyes beg to differ,” Wolffe retorts, making Cody sigh, but otherwise he doesn’t say anything else, knowing that once Wolffe sets his mind towards something, there’s nothing that can be done to make him change idea.
Besides, he’d lie if he said that the idea of resting doesn’t sound appealing…
Once they get to Wolffe’s quarters, Wolffe goes back to talking. “What the hell are you doing?!”
“… What do you mean?”
“Cody, you’re gonna work yourself to an early grave if you keep this up, you know that, don’t you? You can’t keep doing this.”
Ugh, so this is what this whole intervention is about, huh? Cody can’t help but to roll his eyes. “Wolffe, you know I can’t slack off. I am Marshal Commander and I have duties to attend to.”
“Getting some sleep from time to time isn’t slacking off. Or what, you think that now that you’re so high up in the command chain, that you’re too good for that anymore?” Wolffe retorts crossing his arms to his chest.
“You know that’s not the reason…” Cody sighs. They’ve barely started this argument and he feels drained already. He doesn’t have the energy to keep going. “Wolffe, I…”
Wolffe understands, he really does: having people depending on you is a lot of pressure, even more so with such a high rank as Cody’s, but he still needs to take care of himself. Thankfully, this is where Wolffe steps in; he steps closer, resting his hand on Cody’s shoulders, massaging the tense muscles. Cody immediately melts at the touch. “What do you need?” he asks, then. “And I mean what you truly need. For once, don’t think about your duties.”
“I don’t know…” Cody mutters, put on the spot, but after thinking about it after a while, he finally reaches a decision as he lets himself fall in Wolffe’s arms. “Just… Just make me forget,” he whispers, barely audible.
“Are you sure?”
A nod. “Please.”
Oh well, if this is what Cody wants…
At first, Wolffe is gentle. He goes slow in the way he undresses Cody and himself, covering him in kisses and soft touches.
Even in the way he opens him up there’s nothing but tender care, as he watches in awe Cody arching against the sheets, whining and moaning under Wolffe’s ministrations.
“Feels good, Kote?” he asks, lips a whisper away from his neck. Cody nods, to which Wolffe responds with a bite on his tender skin.
“Wolffe…” the other moans, pushing himself against the fingers. It’s obvious that he craves more, and after thrusting them inside another couples of times, Wolffe pulls them out, ready to give to him exactly what he wants: he gets between his legs, lifting them up, and guiding his cock with his hand, he slowly begins to push it inside, inch by inch, until Cody envelops him completely.
He lowers himself over Cody, capturing his lips with a slow kiss, hissing when Cody holds onto his back - he’s going to leave marks - but he doesn’t push him away.
Once he begins moving, though, things change. If Kot’ika asked him to make him forget, he needs to go harder, faster, and that’s exactly what he does.
He’s immediately rewarded by Cody’s voice, so overtaken by the ecstasy as he moans his heart out as Wolffe pushes, pushes and pushes. And yet, he still feels like it’s not enough.
A confused sound comes out of Cody’s lips when he pulls away, but Wolffe doesn’t deign him of an exclamation, figuring that he’s going to understand soon what he has in mind; he holds Cody by the ankles, moving them so that he’s folding Cody in two - he doesn’t miss the way his eyes blow open when he does, and he can’t hold back a satisfied smirk at that - and then, still holding onto him, he gets up on his feet, lining his cock back towards Cody’s ass, now up in the air.
“Fucking hell, Wolffe! Hurry!” Cody exclaims, trying to wiggle as much as he can so that he can get back some nice friction.
Wolffe moves his hands from his ankles to his thighs, keeping them nice and spread open. “You asked for it,” is all he says, before going back to business.
The bunk creaks at each thrust, but Wolffe has faith in its sturdiness, so he keeps going. In this position, he’s able to push even deeper, and Cody feels it, boy if he feels it: he’s been screaming for the last half-hour, trying to hold onto something, anything, as Wolffe keeps fucking him. By now all he can do is to either scream or moan Wolffe’s name, or at least Wolffe thinks it’s his name, it’s hard to tell with how slurred his words are.
“That’s good, Kote. That’s good,” he praises him, not missing the shiver his words send across his spine, or maybe that’s just because he’s been hitting his prostate non-stop with each thrust. Hard to tell.
He’s obviously at his limit, which motivates Wolffe to go even hard, also because he too begins to feel close to the peak. “Let go. I’ve got you…”
All he needs is just another couple of trusts for Cody to let go entirely, coming on his stomach as Wolffe keeps going. The way he screams his name, entirely unhinged, is music to Wolffe’s ears. He too doesn’t last long, and soon he comes as well, buried deep inside Cody.
After a moment to catch his breath, he lets go of him, and Cody lets himself fall on the bunk, completely spent. Even when Wolffe joins him, he’s barely responsive; even keeping his eyes open is difficult, which means that Wolffe will have to clean them both up, something that he does immediately after finding a rag that he can use, lest they become sticky and uncomfortable.
Once he’s done, he lays down on Cody’s left, letting him turn and nuzzle against him. “You’re gonna fall asleep now?” he asks, caressing his arms. Cody closes his eyes and weakly nods, which prompts Wolffe to lean over and kiss his forehead.
“That’s alright, Kote. Sleep. I’ll watch over you.”
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Can I request Alpha-17 x Obi Wan or Cody x Wolffe, post battle patching up, sfw? :D
(I went with Cody/Wolffe since it’s more fitting to the theme of the blog ashgjdh)
The battle was close, but thankfully the Jedi had arrived in time to save the day. At this point, nothing new.
Cody hisses when Wolffe applies the bacta patch on his back. “It’s cold!” he exclaims, which brings Wolffe to kiss his shoulder in apology, like that will make the bacta warmer.
“Quit being a baby,” he teases him then, making Cody huff. “This wouldn’t have happened if you had been more careful.”
At those words, Cody turns towards Wolffe, glaring at him, then he pokes him in the ribs, right where he knows there’s a bruise, getting a scream out of him. “Ow!”
“And that wouldn’t have happened if you had been more careful,” Cody retorts, his voice a mocking imitation of Wolffe’s.
If they were back on Kamino, that would’ve started a brawl, but they’re not cadets anymore, and they’re… well, tired.
Wolffe rests his head against Cody’s shoulders, closing his arms around him. “Sorry,” he says, “I’m just worried.”
“I know,” Cody replies, voice soft. “Me too.”
They stay in silence for who knows how long, before one of them speaks again. It feels so comforting being so close that they don’t really need words.
Eventually, though, they need to get back on track. Wolffe raises his head. “Let’s finish patching you up.”
They could go to a medic for this, they should go, but they never feel like inconveniencing them when there are so many brothers in need of more urgent attention. Besides, helping each other dress their wounds, treating them, feels intimate, something that they rarely get to experience.
Wolffe moves so tenderly as he wraps Cody’s knuckles in bandages, kissing his palm once he’s done. It brings a soft smile to Cody’s face.
“Does it hurt?” Wolffe asks, then.
Cody shakes his head. “Not anymore,” he says. More than pain, it’s numbness what he feels, but he’s sure that with some proper rest it’ll all go away. Wolffe looks at him doubtful, but he doesn’t push it. He understands how Cody feels, because he feels the same after every battle.
“I’ve seen some of your men tear droids apart with their bare hands. You’re a bad influence, Kote,” he can’t help but to say then, if anything to cut the tension.
Cody chuckles. “I swear they were like this from the start. We’re just made from each other,” he replies, but after a pause, he adds, “Come on, let’s get a look at you too.”
Thankfully, Wolffe isn’t in such a bad condition. Some bruises here and there, but he’s mostly fine.
There’s a big dark spot on his face, on his left cheek, that will surely last for at least a couple of days, or even more. Before applying a patch there, Cody kisses the bruised skin. It hurts a bit, but Wolffe doesn’t say anything.
“How did you hurt yourself like this?” Cody can’t help but to ask, after applying the bacta patch on the spot.
“I don’t know…” Wolffe mutters. “At some point I fell, I must’ve slammed my face against the bucket.”
“That’s such a dumb way to hurt yourself,” Cody mutters, shaking his head, to which Wolffe replies by lightly shoving him with his shoulder.
This would’ve been another perfect excuse for a brawl, but instead, Cody leans against the other, intertwining their fingers together.
“I’m glad we made it out alive,” he mutters, softly.
Wolffe looks at him, losing himself in Cody’s eyes, and squeezes his hand.
“Yeah, me too…”
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Hurt/Comfort: Wolffe/Cody (Maybe during Rebels???) Wolffe and Gregor decided to help Rex and the Ghost crew with a little mission given to them by the Rebels, what they didn't know was that the Empire sent a purge trooper after them. The the three instantly recognize the actions of the vid but there was something familiar to all of them that they couldn't quite tell. So, they decided to help him get free from the chip but when the helmet finally came off they froze to see Cody, they instantly became even more determined and tried their hardest to make Cody remember them and fight the chip.
Then Wolffe became all fluffy and acted like how he was before the war 🤗
(Boy I don’t know what to say. This is the longest prompt I’ve ever written. It kinda too a life on its own lmao. Hope you like it!)
Another day, another war to fight. Wolffe should be used to it, but to be honest every day feels harder that the previous one, even though now he has weekly appointments with a mind healer; he’s been told that it’s normal, that progress isn’t always about going up, but he’s tired of this nonetheless.
It’s during these moments of particular weakness that he allows himself to imagine Cody sitting beside him, calling him a di’kut and a chakaar; he has to bite his tongue not to reply to him, knowing that if someone saw him talking to nothing it wouldn’t be pretty.
It hurts, hurts like nothing else, but it also brings him a strange sense of comfort to imagine his lost love. In Wolffe’s mind, he hasn’t aged a day since the last time they saw each other: his hair isn’t white, no wrinkles adorn his face, his gaze is still fiery and determined, body toned and ready to jump to action if the situation requires it.
In moments of even greater weakness, Wolffe wishes he were there with him.
He’s failed him, he’s failed him so bad: instead of trying to rescue him, he’s decided to hide, broken and afraid. Now he doesn’t even know if he’s alive or not; deep down inside, he hopes he’s dead, knowing that Cody would hate what the Empire has done to him and the rest of the vode.
Even deeper down he really must want him to be alive, because as soon as the news of the Empire having sent a squad of purge troopers after them, he immediately begins to hope that he’d find a familiar face behind one of the buckets.
By the footage they’ve gathered of this squad, one of them does appear to move like one of them; it’s not a feeling that can be described, a sort of sixth sense that makes him, Rex and Gregor understand immediately that it’s a brother.
Now comes the hard question: what should they do about the mysterious vod? Trying to free him would be a tedious task, but if Wolffe has learned something about the Ghost company - he can’t speak for all the Rebel Alliance cause he still doesn’t trust the organization as a whole - is that if there’s a chance that they might get to save even just one life, they’ll take it with no hesitation.
So they ask, almost beg even - if only their pride didn’t stop them before they could - to help, and are all relieved when they agree to help them free their vod.
“Wolffe, do you think…”
“I don’t know.”
He was about to chew Rex out for having had enough courage to say what Wolffe himself has been thinking for a while, but he supposes he should at least be grateful of the fact that he’s been sensible enough to wait until he and Wolffe were alone to talk about it.
Rex sighs, sitting beside him. They weren’t built to sustain being alone for too long, meaning that the closeness is now much appreciated.
“I don’t want to believe it,” Wolffe admits in the end. “Because if it’s not him, then…”
“I know,” Rex nods, understandingly. “I know…”
They remain silent, knowing that it’s best to close this discussion before they can begin making theories that would only result into them getting hurt once they find out the truth.
It must seem pretty gloomy from an outside perspective, because when Gregor finally gets to join them, he too doesn’t say anything; he just walks up to them, settling on the other side of Wolffe and immediately closing his arms around his brothers.
Even as old men, they’d never say no to a good ol’ cuddle pile.
The plan is simple: they need to isolate the clone from his companions, so that they can drag him away and have his chip removed. Ghost company will take care of the other troopers, while Wolffe, Rex and Gregor will take care of the clone.
All three of them have been granted a tranquilizer syringe that they will use to get the vod to sleep; it doesn’t feel good having to do something like this, but it’s necessary.
Wolffe’s so nervous…
This feeling of uneasiness accompanies him throughout the entire mission. He and his brothers are supposed to pretend that they’re on a recon mission, and that they haven’t noticed they’ve been followed, thus convincing the purge team to strike and ambush them, only to be then ambushed by the rest of the Ghost team.
Well, it doesn’t sound like a professional tactic at all, but it’s not like Wolffe isn’t familiar with unconventional tactics at all; his Jedi - traitor, no, Jedi… no! - might’ve been more reasonable than Skywalker, but he’s winged it many times as well, with Wolffe that had to chase after him to keep him alive.
Honestly, as long as it works…
Somehow, it does work.
Wolffe will have to thank whatever cosmic entity governs the universe that it did, but not now. Now he needs to focus on the task at hand.
They have surrounded the vod, though he doesn’t seem intimidated by the situation. Wolffe wonders if he’s capable of feeling anything at all.
Just hang on, brother. You’ll be free soon.
Despite being flanked, the trooper’s holding his own: he’s knocked the blaster right out Wolffe’s hands, and the two of them are stuck into a hand-to-hand combat. Wolffe isn’t as young as he used to be, and it’s hard for him to keep up; just what the hell have they given to this trooper? He should be as old as Wolffe and yet he moves faster and hits harder than he should be able to do.
The worst thing is how familiar this all feels to Wolffe: he’s spent so many sparring sessions dancing around like this with…
He gets kicked to the face by a powerful roundhouse kick, which makes him stumble, but after shaking his head slightly, Wolffe recovers immediately, knowing that even a moment of distraction could be fatal in situations like this one.
There’s no time for hesitation, and after yelling his heart out he rushes at him, tackling him to the ground in one go. The trooper immediately tries to free himself, kicking and screaming, but no matter how much he’s hurting him, Wolffe doesn’t let him go. He’ll be damned before he does that.
Immediately Rex and Gregor rush to him, Gregor going to remove the bucket while Rex prepares the tranquillizer.
As soon as the helmet’s removed, Wolffe feels the bile rising in his stomach - he’s so close to vomiting. There’s no mistaking that brow scar: indeed the trooper that has been sent after them is Cody.
“Cody…” Wolffe can’t help but to mutter.
Cody doesn’t stop struggling; it’s like he doesn’t even recognize his name. It hurts watching him like this, it hurts so much, but soon he’ll be free.
Even with him pinned it’s hard for Rex to get him tranquillized: not seeing any alternative, Cody has begun biting. Wolffe’s gotta give it to him, he still has his combative spirit.
Once Cody goes limp, eyes closing as unconsciousness takes over, Wolffe can finally relax.
He should pull away, get up and take Cody to the ship, but he still doesn’t move, curled protectively around Cody, his Cody, who is back to him, or well, he will be hopefully.
“Wolffe, we need to go!” It’s Rex the one who brings him back to reality. Right, Gregor’s cover fire can protect them only for so long.
“Right…” he mutters, only now getting up. He’s still the first one who reaches for Cody, resting his body on his shoulder as they begin to make their retreat, leaving the Ghost crew to deal with the rest of Cody’s squadmates.
Wolffe would feel bad about leaving them on their own, if not for the fact that they need to bring Cody to safety. This is his priority, now.
“It’s going to be alright.”
Wolffe knows Rex is saying it more to reassure himself than to reassure him, so he stays silent. On the other side of the wall, Cody is undergoing to chip removal surgery.
He has no idea about what he’ll find after it’s over: first of all there’s not even the certainty that it’ll work, secondly, if it does, will Cody be the same Cody Wolffe knew and loved, or will he be different? Just how much of his old self will be in there? Wolffe’s afraid to find out.
In an attempt to distract himself from those thoughts, he focuses on how Cody looked when they’ve found him; his hair has gotten completely white as well, and it’s shorter than his usual cut. What caught his attention however isn’t that, nor the wrinkles or anything else that he already sees on his own old face, but the new scars he had at the corner of his mouth and on his right eyebrow, which makes him wonder how he got those; if he finds the cause of them, he swears to the Force itself…
He gets pulled away from those thoughts when the medic comes out of the room.
“How did it go?” Wolffe immediately asks, worried. Please let him be fine please let him be fine please let him be fine--
“The chip has been removed successfully, but… He doesn’t remember anything.”
Wolffe freezes in his place, what does he…
“It’s still too early to discern if it’s just a momentary condition or not. For now let him rest and recuperate from the surgery, then I’ll see that you can visit him.”
Wolffe almost drops to his knees as the news comes crashing down upon him.
Have they really lost Cody then? Just right when they thought they had gotten him back?
Why? Why did this have to happen to him?
“Wolffe? Wolffe!”
Rex shakes his vod, who only then comes back to his sense.
“Y-Yeah? What is it?”
“You need to calm down, vod. Get some rest.”
“I can’t, Cody… He’s in there,” Wolffe replies. He must be so pathetic, but he doesn’t have the energy to put himself together at the moment. This is all so confusing and painful it makes him want to scream.
“And he’d want you to get some rest,” Rex retorts, gently - but firmly - grabbing Wolffe by the shoulders. “I want to stay too, but I know Cody wouldn’t want us to neglect our health for him.”
There have been only a couple of times in which Wolffe has felt this defeated, and yet, in the bleakness of it all, there’s still a ray of hope: Cody’s condition might not be permanent, and even if it were, Wolffe swears he’ll still stay by his side.
It’s the least he can do, as a penance for not being able to save him sooner.
“Did it really happen?”
“Of course it did! Would I lie to you about it?”
“Well…”
Wolffe should be mad, but there’s a smile on Cody’s face as he speaks, so he can’t really bring himself to do it, even at the cost of his own dignity.
He’s gotten used, by now, to Cody not remembering. It was painful during their first visits - he couldn’t even stay in his presence for too long or else it would’ve become too much - but they’ve made progress.
Cody’s still in forced rest, and Wolffe does whatever he can to remain by his side. He might’ve reverted to some old habits he had before everything went to shit, but he still tries to keep his distance, since he can’t be certain that Cody would want him to act like he used to, not while he doesn’t remember him.
One thing that surprised him the most is that Cody asked him - and not just him, but Rex too since they were close as well - to tell him stories of their past. Wolffe has no idea if it’s just so that he can distract himself from everything else that is going on around them, or if he genuinely wants to remember. Nonetheless, he’s more than happy do to it, which brings us to the present.
“You’re telling me that you pushed me forward when Alpha asked for a volunteer to show off a grappling move, that I got my ass kicked, but then I used the same move on you on our next sparring match?”
It pains Wolffe that he sounds so doubtful of his skills, or of anything else about him. He’s familiar with how it feels like not knowing who you are anymore - he’s gone through the same things, and he’s not even sure he’s over it now. This Cody has no idea about how great of a person he used to be, which makes it Wolffe’s job to remind him.
“Yeah, you whooped my shebs,” he replies. “Somehow you’ve managed to pull that move off after being subjected to it only once. It was infuriatingly impressive.”
A light smirk appears on Cody’s face.
“Sounds like someone’s jealous.”
Despite everything, Cody still teases him like he used to do when he was himself. Maybe this isn’t such a lost battle after all.
Days pass, then weeks. Wolffe still doesn’t stop visiting Cody and staying by his side, alternating with Rex since Cody himself seemed quite unhappy about the fact that he was neglecting his health for him - Rex was right about that.
His memory still hasn’t come back completely, but he’s beginning to remember some small things, especially names, which might’ve not been that great, since now he must also carry the weight of the knowledge that, of all his old friends and acquaintances, very few remain.
Even though sometimes Wolffe can’t help but to feel hopeless about this whole deal - what if Cody never comes back? What if he doesn’t want him anymore? - he still keeps going, pushing himself for him.
Until…
“Oh, Wolffe…”
“What is it, Cody?”
Cody stretches a trembling hand towards him; he’s shaking.
“Wolffe, I remember…”
A chocked sob escapes his lips, and Wolffe’s immediately beside him, keeping him tight in his arms, whispering that everything’s fine, that he’s safe.
“I-- We… We kissed, I remember,” Cody continues. “It was right before Utapau. You told me that I’d better come back alive or that you would’ve killed me again.”
At those words, even Wolffe can’t hold back some tears. What Cody just said really happened: it was the last time they saw each other before the Republic fell. The fact that Cody remembers it now is… great.
“Yes, we did,” he says then, knowing that Cody needs a confirmation that yes, it’s all real.
Silence falls between the two, before Cody reaches a realization.
“Shit,” he mutters, eyes wide and a horrified expression on his face. “Wolffe, I’m so sorry--”
“Nothing about this is your fault,” Wolffe interrupts him before he can say some really di’kutla shit. “You didn’t ask for this, and don’t you think that I blame you for this, because I don’t.”
Cody nods, not saying anything about it. Nobody mentions the fact that they’re both crying.
They must be such a pathetic view, two old fucks crying their eyes out like a bunch of shinies, but that’s not what matters.
“Do you want me to stay here?” Wolffe asks, afraid that, now that he’s beginning remembering things, his presence might be too much for Cody. He doesn’t want to leave him, but if he needs a moment - or more of them - alone, he’d be willing to grant him that.
At those words, however, Cody grabs his arm, keeping it tight in his own.
“Please,” he says, sounding so vulnerable that he breaks Wolffe’s heart.
They make some space on the cot to accommodate both of them. It’s a tight fit but it works just fine.
Things are still pretty bleak but there’s still hope.
Who knows, maybe it’s really beginning to get better.
(Of course you can. I’m always a sucker for more Wolffe/Cody)
That Cody likes to kick droids - even when he shouldn’t - is well known. Little Kote has always had a knack for hand to hand combat, Wolffe knows it well; they sparred so much back on Kamino, it was almost an obsession.
Another thing that is well known is that Cody has fantastic legs, but there’s a plus, however: nobody sees them up close as much as Wolffe does.
Here’s a thing that very few people know: Wolffe loves those strong, sexy legs. He really does.
It’s a weakness of his, but he can’t find it in himself to care about it, not before and certainly not now that he has them circling around his waist so tight that it almost hurts, but Wolffe would never tell Cody to loosen his grip.
Speaking of Cody, he looks so good like this, head thrown back, eyes closes and lips wide open as he moans to his heart’s content. Wolffe isn’t going to last long…
“What do you want to do?” Cody asks, in dire need of clarification. What even brought this up?
“You heard me,” Wolffe replies immediately, biting Cody’s lips. They’ve just taken a shower, but it looks like they’re going to make a mess of themselves anyway; yes, it was a stupid move on their part, but they didn’t think they were going to do anything once they were done, and here Wolffe is suddenly remembering there’s something he wants to try.
Well, it didn’t come out of nowhere, of course; Wolffe has been thinking about it for quite some time. There’s also maybe the fact that he’s heard a couple of shinies making certain comments about the Commander that really made him think. Yes, Cody has nice legs and Wolffe knows how they feel around his body, but what if he wants to feel them even closer?
“Ok…” Cody mutters, conflicted: on one hand, he wants to try it too, on the other… “What if I get you hurt?”
At those dumb words, Wolffe can’t help but to roll his eyes.
“I won’t break you stupid di’kut,” he says, and before Cody can say anything, he captures his lips in a kiss that soon becomes quite heated.
He thought Cody would’ve made him work for it more, but he must’ve been a fan of the idea by the way he’s already pushing Wolffe down on his bunk, pressing their naked bodies together. How nice that they don’t have to peel off their blacks this time, since they didn’t bother getting dressed after the shower.
When Cody pulls away, his lips are already puffy - Wolffe’s fault, he just loves to chew on them.
“Are you ready?” Wolffe asks, caressing Cody’s thighs - they’re so thick and good…
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” the other chuckles, leaning down to give a quick peck to Wolffe’s lips.
“I was born ready,” is the cocky reply that comes out of Wolffe’s mouth. It’s Cody’s turn to roll his eyes now, but it’s a good natured gesture at best.
He hesitates a bit as he begins climbing up Wolffe’s body, thinking about the logistic of this. Seriously, though, what if he hurts Wolffe?
Wolffe of course can feel the gears in his brain spinning, and decides to put an end on this: as soon as it’s in reach, he gives a bite to Cody’s inner thigh, making him jolt.
“Ow! What was that for?!”
“Stop thinking,” Wolffe tells him, “Just enjoy things for once instead of acting like you constantly have a stick up your shebs.”
Cody huffs indignantly at those words. Biting back a reply - he doesn’t want to start bickering now of all times - he resumes his crawling, until he ends up hovering over Wolffe’s head, legs planted on its sides.
This is it, huh?
Feeling mischievous, Wolffe doesn’t wait for Cody to lower himself, rather closes his hands around his ass and brings him down himself; he can’t help but to smirk at the squeak that comes out the other’s mouth - adorable - but he doesn’t waste any time as he begins to lick his entrance in earnest.
Cody trembles at the sensation, letting out a small, pleasured sigh. Wolffe isn’t pulling any punches, quickly flicking his tongue over his rim, smooching at the soft spot and licking it over again and again to the point that Cody has to grab onto the headboard to keep himself up, or else he would be sinking on Wolffe entirely.
… Too bad that’s exactly what Wolffe wants, pulling him down and more down again until Cody gives in and completely sits on his face - well, not really completely or else he wouldn’t be able to breathe, but you get the point.
For Wolffe, this is paradise. Being surrounded by Cody like this, so close, is so good.
Cody must appreciate it too, because soon he can hear a familiar sound of rustling and he knows for a fact that Cody has taking himself in hand; a quick look is enough to confirm his suspicions: yes, Cody’s jerking himself off. He must be close if he’s already resorting to that.
He’s not the only one who’s close already, and since he’s begun touching himself, Wolffe figures that it’s only fair that he does the same, so he abandons Cody’s ass with one hand, only to close it firmly around his cock, pumping it at a moderate speed - he doesn’t want to blow up too fast.
The more he goes on, the more Cody begins to tense and shake, signal that yes, he’s very close.
“Kriff… Wolffe… Fuck…”
He mustn’t have noticed it, but he’s beginning to close his legs around Wolffe’s head more and more. If he put effort into it, Wolffe’s sure he’d be able to snap his neck like this, and if that’s not hot then he must’ve gravely misunderstood the meaning of the world. He immediately lowers his hands so that he’s holding Cody’s thighs. They’re so strong, so perfect…
It’s such a great feeling, suffocating, but great. Wolffe doesn’t know how long he can keep going like this before he has to tap out, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make Cody come.
Luckily for him, he doesn’t have to wait for long: as soon as he begins penetrating Wolffe with his tongue, fucking him over and over, it’s over for Cody, who barely has the time to warn his cyare before reaching the peak, with Wolffe following him close behind.
Thankfully, before completely collapsing, Cody remembers that there’s a head under him and is able, barely, to roll on his side, landing on Wolffe’s left with a big “oof”. He can’t believe this really happened.
“So…” Wolffe begins, draping an arm around Cody to pull him closer. “How was it?”
“Unexpectedly better than I thought,” Cody admits. “Though I think you did this more for yourself than me…”
“You think?” Wolffe deadpans, patting on Cody’s thigh. They both chuckle.
“You’re such a di’kut,” Cody says, though he’s smiling.
“Your fault for choosing me,” Wolffe retorts, smiling as well.
Continuing that argument could’ve been fun, but they find that kissing each other breathless is way better - at least they both shut up like this.
“Does this mean that you’d do it again?”
“… Maybe.”
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TK-2224 knows why he’s been called: there’s news of clone troopers having joined the Resistance, which makes him, one of the few clones still alive - the rest has been deemed too weak to waste resources on - their best weapon against them, being familiar with how they operate and all that.
He feels honored for having been deemed worthy enough of such a task. He won’t disappoint - he knows the price to pay for failure will be high to pay.
He’s been handled a few datapads with all the information and footage in the Empire’s database and he’s dutifully studying them, not wanting to make a bad impression by missing anything.
Two of these names catch his attention: he feels a distant something - something that once he would’ve been able to identify - and he reads the designation CT-7567, but there’s one designation that makes him feel ever worse.
Former CC-3636, also known as Wolffe. That name, somehow, shakes something inside Cody, something that used to be familiar but has gone long forgotten.
He knew him, didn’t he?
It’s not that unlikely, since they’ve all fought in the Clone Wars.
TK-2224 is ashamed to admit that his memories of the event are quite fuzzy. He never dared mentioning it to anyone out of fear that he would be decommissioned, so he’s a secret he keeps only to himself.
By the fact that nobody mentioned anything else, not even the Admirals that have fought in the Clone Wars as well, he figures that, even if they knew each other, they mustn’t have been that close, or else he would’ve surely been questioned.
… Unless this is a test? No, TK-2224 figures; they don’t have time to waste for such a small matter. He might be important for this peculiar matter, but TK-2224 knows his true place; if they wanted to get rid of him they would’ve done it without any need for this charade.
No, then, he mustn’t have known them that well, even though they seem familiar.
There’s something he can’t explain, however, a sense of emptiness that is eating him from the inside and leaving him breathless, hurting, raw.
Why does CC-3636’s name shake him so much? Why does he have such a visceral reaction to it?
Could it be that they…
He’ll carry on with his duty as he’s been ordered to. Whether he knew him or not, CC-3636 is still a traitor, and he must die like all the traitors do.
… Then why are TK-2224’s hands shaking? Why does he feel like he’s drowning? Why does he feel like he wants to scream until he has no more voice?
He doesn’t know, but maybe finding the traitor will bring him some answers - no, it doesn’t matter. He just has to die.
Cody has been thinking about something, something that he might get the chance to do soon, since Wolffe's coming to Coruscant on leave, though he's not sure of how he'd take it.
What will Wolffe say? And most importantly, will Cody actually find the courage to ask him a very important question?
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It’s rare for Cody to get pauses so long that he actually finds himself without anything to do, but these last few days have been pretty uneventful, being days of leave. For once, his boys seem to behave, so there’s no jail baiting to do or reports about property damage for him to write.
Feels weird, but also… not bad.
The only problem that he has now is that he doesn’t know what to do.
He could go out, but he doesn’t feel like it, so here he is, walking through his quarters as he thinks of something to keep himself busy with.
In the end, he decides to just lay down on his bunk, eyeing the ceiling over him, in absence of anything more interesting to look at. Not that the ceiling is that pretty - it’s just a normal, grey ceiling, nothing he’s never witnessed - but it’s blank enough to distract him in order to think about something else as he stares at it, or rather, someone else.
He still has no idea about how he and Wolffe have gotten to this point, from being unable to stand each other back on Kamino, to being unable to live without each other.
War is a funny thing like that, he supposes. It brings people together in the most unexpected ways.
He remembers, back on Kamino, that of all his batchmates, Wolffe was the one he hated the most, because they were too similar in their ambition, bitter rivals to the end, oh well, to a certain degree; Cody still remembers the heart-to-heart they used to have when one of them would sneak out in the middle of the night to get some additional training and found the other already there, practicing kicks and punches - they couldn’t do more or else the noise would’ve attracted someone, and getting caught was the last thing they wanted. During those moments, he’s never felt closer to anyone else.
It’s the trainers’ fault, Cody realizes now: they were the one pushing them to be the best of the best, never shy from hanging the threat of decommissioning over their heads. If they wanted to live in battle they must know how to work their brothers like they’re one singular entity, but to be able to get there, to be deployed, they had to best each other.
He remembers their first kiss well, but he’s forgotten about who began it. It was during one of these heart-to-hearts of theirs.
They were both so desperate for company that they clung to each other, feeling that the other was the only one that could understand them.
Not that they didn’t love the rest of their batchmates, but they didn’t have the same fire burning within them.
They were still fierce rivals during the morning - pushing each other to get better - but at nights things were different.
It started as a way to blow off steam, but it turned into something more, something soft that they never thought they would’ve got the chance to experience, though at the time they still denied everything.
Their batchmates had noticed, they all did, but never commented on it; only Fox sometimes would give them a side eye: he and Wolffe were close, and he didn’t like Cody’s interference. Not that Cody actually interfered with anything related to Wolffe: he could do whatever the hell he wanted, as long as it didn’t get him killed.
Maybe it’s when their deployment got announced that things changed, Cody muses. After all they belonged to the command batch, they knew they were all ending up being separated from each other.
That night, they partied like they had never been allowed to; technically they still weren’t allowed to, but they didn’t care. Not even Alpha-17 did anything to stop them.
They finally go to try the booze Fox always prided himself on having stolen from the trainers. It was so shitty, but at the time none of them had any frame of reference to judge it.
Cody smiles at the memory, shaking his head.
He turns on his side, closing his eyes, still thinking about his memories.
After their “party”, he sneaked inside Wolffe’s pod; it wasn’t the first time he did it, but it was the first they did it with the intention of simply staying together. Who knew what the future was going to bring, better enjoy every moment they could.
They didn’t even speak much, safe in each other’s arms. It was Wolffe the one who broke the silence.
“Bite me.”
“What?” Cody had asked, taken aback by that sudden weird request.
“Here,” Wolffe replies, exposing his neck to him. “I want you to go hard. I want it to stay.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ll always have something that reminds me of you.” Wolffe had never been so serious in all the time Cody had known him, which prompted him to take what he asked seriously.
Having something that could remind them of each other, huh? That doesn’t sound bad at all.
“Only if you do the same to me.”
Cody runs his hand down the base of his neck where, covered by his blacks, there’s the scar Wolffe has imprinted on him.
It hurt like hell when he got it; it was bloody and messy, and they both got called fools the day after that, when they came out of the pod with the bloody proof of what happened. Despite this, they didn’t regret it; they still don’t.
He lowers down the neck of his blacks, wanting to feel the ruined skin directly under his fingertips. In a moment of weakness, he imagines that Wolffe’s the one doing it, the one touching him, but when he opens his eyes, Cody’s alone.
At least it won’t take them too long to meet again: soon, the 104th will be on Coruscant as well, and he and Wolffe will have some time for themselves.
Finally, he’d even dare to add…
There’s something else, though, something he’s been wondering about. If he asks Wolffe, would he say yes?
It’s not the first time he thinks about this, not at all. The more the war gets to a close, the more he does. He never thought he and Wolffe would ever be the kind of people to settle down, but that was before they actually took part in the war: things are different now, quite different actually.
There’s no need to hide it: they’re all tired. Fight after fight, it all has taken a toll on them, a toll bigger than they could’ve ever imagined.
Is it so wrong to settle down somewhere, after all they’ve been through? Cody doesn’t think so.
Does Wolffe think the same? Even though he’s never admitted it out loud, it’s obvious that he’s tired too. Would he accept Cody’s proposal? This, Cody doesn’t know, or at least, he’s not sure of it.
He likes to think that he would, but there’s always the possibility that he wouldn’t, and that’s something Cody cannot ignore.
What really bothers him, however, is the idea that he’d put Wolffe on the spot if he suddenly asks him. Needless to say, that’s not something Cody wants to do.
If they have to talk about it, it’ll have to happen in private, both for Wolffe and Cody’s peace of mind, because he too would like to discuss this while it’s just the two of them. Some things should just be kept private, you know?
That sounds like a good plan: he’ll invite Wolffe to his quarters, or at least get him alone, and they’ll calmly discuss this. If he wants to do it, good, if he doesn’t… it’ll be good all the same, because if there’s one thing that Cody refuses to do, it’s to force him to do something he doesn’t want to. He’s not that kind of person.
He’ll just have to face his fears and go straight to the point and be honest, something that he can totally do, right?
Cody has never hated himself more than during this moment: in the end, he’s gathered the courage to finally say what has been on his mind for such a long time only now that Wolffe’s about to be deployed. Not that he didn’t try to ask before, but it never seemed the right moment, meaning that he chickened out at the last second every single time.
Damn him! It should’ve been easier than this, but no, he had to wait until the very last moment. Actually, you could argue that even then, he didn’t really do it, because technically they’ve already said their goodbyes the day before, since Wolffe would’ve had to depart in the morning.
He was contemplating his ceiling again, unable to fall asleep, when he realized how dumb he was being, and that he should just ask him.
Wolffe surely wouldn’t hate him just because he’s asked, and if he does, well… maybe it wasn’t meant to be in the first place.
It was early in the morning when he finally took a decision.
He got up from his bunk, quickly putting his armor on and leaving his quarters.
Fuck it, he’s going to ask him now.
In his zeal to arrive in time, he might’ve arrived a bit too early. The hangar is empty, with no 104th trooper in sight.
He sighs, shaking his head. What is he doing? He’s going to make an ass of himself like this, he knows it already.
It’s not that he regrets not bringing his bucket along. He figured that it would’ve been useless for what he needs to do, but now he feels quite exposed without it. Still, he manages to act like there’s no internal turmoil inside him. It helps that he has one of the best sabacc faces of the entire GAR - you need it when you’re so high up in the chain of command.
When the 104th finally arrives, Cody notices that they’re already in formation. Great, now he’s going to feel bad for breaking it.
He even considers postponing this whole thing when he sees that Wolffe and General Koon are busy having a conversation that he really doesn’t want to interrupt. Too bad that Wolffe notices his presence.
When he does, he mutters something to the General that Cody obviously doesn’t catch - they’re too far for him to read his lips - but after Koon nods, Wolffe breaks formation, walking towards him, helmet still in hand, which allows Cody to read his expression; he doesn’t look particularly worried at least, but he seems curious and also… pleased?
He could meet him halfway, but he knows that, if he tries, he’ll just be running towards him, which would make him appear too eager, so he keeps his feet planted to the ground, waiting for Wolffe to get closer. He just hopes that he can’t see how nervous he is.
Once he’s close enough, Wolffe stops, and by close enough, I mean that there’s barely any space between him and Cody, but Cody doesn’t mind. Quite the contrary, actually: it always feels reassuring having him this close.
“Hey, Wolffe…” he greets him then, forcing himself to smile.
Wolffe cocks his head to the side, carefully studying Cody. “Hey, yourself…” he begins, but soon he adds, “What brings you here? You didn’t tell me you were going to come.”
“No, I didn’t…” Cody mutters, and for a moment, neither of them speaks, which Cody realizes only when he notices that Wolffe’s looking at him expectantly. Right, he should get on with it.
“Wolffe, there’s something I need to tell you…”
“Finally.”
“Um, finally?” Cody asks.
“What, you thought I didn’t notice that you’ve been keeping something from me?” Wolffe says, resting his hands on his hips. “I didn’t want to pressure you to say anything, but if you’re ready now… Out with it.”
Before replying, Cody takes a moment to watch him, only to shake his head, figuring that he shouldn’t make him wait.
“Yeah…” he chuckles, though it comes out more nervous than anything else.
Come on, Cody, you can do it. Worse case scenario he says no and everything will keep going as it was before.
“Wolffe… Will you pronounce the riduurok with me?”
Silence. Complete silence.
Cody’s beginning to sweat; Wolffe looks astonished. He definitely wasn’t expecting it, and Cody doesn’t blame it: it is out of the blue, and they haven’t talked about it at all, so…
When Wolffe throws himself at him, his first instinct is to dodge - they’ve spent way too much time sparring together - but Wolffe engulfs him in a hug, pressing his lips against his in a voracious kiss, a kiss that Cody returns immediately, relieved, closing his arms around his waist.
When they pull away, Wolffe takes his face between his hands, pressing their foreheads together.
“Was this what you were nervous about?” asks, but despite the obvious jab, he can’t fight off the stupid happy smile from his face.
“Yeah,” Cody admits. Might as well be honest.
“You di’kut, as if I’d really say no to you.”
“That means…”
“Of course I’ll say the riduurok with you,” Wolffe says immediately, as if it was obvious. “Wait, you really thought I’d say no?”
“Well, I didn’t want to presume…” Cody mutters. Take it to Wolffe to make him feel relieved and like a fool at the same time.
Still, it barely matters when he presses his forehead against his, looking at him with such love in his that it makes Cody almost want to hide away for all eternity, but he can’t. It’s like he’s stuck in place. “I’m sorry I was able to say it only now,” he says then. “I wished I could’ve picked a more… picturesque place.”
“Cody, I couldn’t care less about where we say them, as long as we do,” Wolffe replies then. It’s such a typical response coming from him, that it startles a small laugh out of Cody; of course he’d think that.
“So… who begins?”
Wolffe rolls his eyes, but there’s a smile on his face that he’s unable to suppress, and how can he? He’s practically overflowing with joy. This will be disastrous for his reputation of scary Commander, but he doesn’t care. Besides, if the shinies think that he’s a softie just because of this, it won’t take long for them to change their minds, he knows it. “You asked, so you should do the honors,” he says then.
“You’re right,” Cody mutters, then he clears his throat. He always prided himself for his nerves of steel, something needed if you want to survive out there, but even with that his voice can’t help but to crack, just a little in the beginning. It’s an important moment, after all. “Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde, Wolf’ika.”
He doesn’t miss the short intake of breath Wolffe makes once he’s pronounced those words. He too looks barely able to contain all his emotions, though his voice sounds less on the breaking point as he replies. “Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.”
Cody closes his eyes, taking in the myriads of sensations he’s feeling. They’re so many that he’s barely able to process them.
They said it. They truly did. The vows, their…
When he opens his eyes and sees Wolffe this close to crying - but still holding back his tears - he can’t help but to pull him closer, pressing a kiss against his lips.
They’re married now. It’s official.
And to think that Cody was having doubts about how it would end. He’s overjoyed by the turn things have taken; really, it couldn’t have gone better.
Unfortunately, however, this moment can’t last as long as Cody would want to. When they pull away, in fact, Wolffe says: “I’d love to stay more, but…”
“I know, I know,” Cody replies. “Wouldn’t want to keep everyone waiting, yeah?”
Wolffe nods, though it’s obvious that he’s reluctant to leave. We can’t have that, can’t we? He’s supposed to be happy.
Cody takes his face between his hands and kisses him again, just a small peck on his lips. “We’ll get all the time for ourselves next time, alright? So get back in one piece.” The last part almost becomes a warning, but that’s just because Cody’s more than aware about how dangerous war is; even if the 104th isn’t directly involved anymore, this doesn’t mean that they’re completely free of danger.
“I should be the one saying that,” Wolffe retorts, but then he nods. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.”
“Me too,” Cody replies. He always does his best not to rush into danger first things first, despite the fact that most of the times things are just in a way that forces him to act like that, but always if he feels like he has no other options. He’d hate to cause grief to the people who love him.
They kiss one last time before Wolffe begins to take a few steps back, eyes still on Cody. Then, he turns around, putting his bucket on, and strolling to go back to his General. Cody’s gaze doesn’t leave him until he gets inside the ship.
He remains there even after it’s taken flight, even once it becomes a small dot in the sky; he doesn’t move, still processing everything that has happened in these last few minutes. It’s still hard to believe that Wolffe has agreed so readily to this; Cody thought it would’ve taken some time, but no, he immediately said yes. It makes him wonder if he too had been thinking about this as much as he did. Oh well, it doesn’t matter now. They’ve both got what they wanted.
Still, if only he hadn’t waited for the last moment to say it, they could’ve enjoyed some time together as husbands before Wolffe had to leave.
It truly is a shame, and yet he can’t bring himself to completely regret it, because yes, it didn’t go how he planned, but he still got the same result.
Besides, Wolffe is going to get back. They’ll enjoy some time together then, Cody’s sure of it.
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After rescuing Cody from the Empire, Wolffe has gotten a bit… territorial with him. He prefers the word “protective”.
His riduur is still dealing with the aftermath of the chip’s removal surgery, he needs someone by his side, and who better than Wolffe to absolve this duty? Who better than Wolffe can console his darling for all he’s lost, for all they have lost?
Darling. That’s a word that takes him back. They used to call each other that as a joke, since it’s something that’s so unlike them that it’s funny, but with time they began to mean it more and more. They still kept the pet names at a minimum when they weren’t alone, but just in order not to cause hilarity in the other troopers, especially if said troopers happened to be their batchmates; they could assign latrine duty to any other man, but not them, since they shared rank - well Kote outranked them all but still…
Cody looks so small, Wolffe can’t help but to think, lying down with his lover on his medical cot, keeping him safe in his arms. He’s just stopped shaking, slipping in, Wolffe hopes, a nicer dream.
Only now he’s beginning to look like the old Cody; when they found him, he was barely able to stand, he had lost a lot of weight, and his gaze was empty. Anger boils inside Wolffe at the memory.
The Empire really didn’t deserve Cody if that was how they treated him.
“You’re thinking. Loudly.”
Wolffe doesn’t get startled at the sound of Cody’s voice, not at all. If Cody says the contrary, that’s because he’s an ass.
“I thought you were asleep,” Wolffe says in order not to give Cody enough time to tease him.
“I was, in fact,” the other answers, a shadow of a smile on his ruined lips, “Before someone decided to cause a commotion.”
“Sorry…” Wolffe has always had a hard time staying still, but now things are even worse. He’s always so twitchy.
Cody shifts, pulling himself up so that he can lay a kiss on Wolffe’s forehead, then he smiles reassuringly.
“It’s fine. I wasn’t that tired anyway.” Wolffe would like to retort because Cody’s a dirty liar and what he just said isn’t true, but he knows what a losing battle looks like, so he doesn’t even bother.
“What got you like this anyway?” Cody asks, curious.
“You.”
In a different situation, Cody would’ve smirked and he would’ve teased him, Wolffe would’ve snarled something at him and the two would’ve begun wrestling each other then, who knows, maybe they would’ve done something else… This isn’t it, however.
“Something wrong?” Cody asks; immediately worried. Wolffe shakes his head.
“I’m just glad you’re fine.”
Fine could be a bit of a stretch, but they’re both here, they’re both alive. That’s what matters.
Cody takes Wolffe’s hand in his, bringing his palm to his lips’ height, kissing it.
“I’m glad you’re fine too.”
Eventually, the scars will fade. Eventually they’ll truly heal.
For now, however, fine will have to do. As long as they’re together. Now that he has him again, Wolffe will make sure nobody touches his darling again. Ever.
