In which Andronikos Revel looks up an old friend for some fun and possibly realizes something about the Sith he's been running around with. Borrowing @starrypawz's Sith Inquisitor, Lyee.
Andronikos Revel x Elessabeth Oress (F!Bounty Hunter)
Involves pegging, a lot of f-bombs, and friends with benefits under the cut. THIS IS SMUT, LEMON, GRAPEFRUIT, NOT OSHA-COMPLIANT, WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL IT.
“Got a cigarra?”
Andronikos stirred, rousing himself from a half sleep he hadn’t realized he was in. His eyes opened to the body laying beside him; Elessabeth snickered as she tossed a damp towel towards the other side of the room. “Going to sleep on me already?”
“No on both counts.” Andi groaned and sat up. “I quit smoking. Thought you did too.”
Elessabeth rolled her eyes. There was a spectacular hickey on her neck that he didn’t remember giving her, but a lot had happened since they’d tumbled into the cheap digs. Shit, he’d needed that.
“I guess you’re not going to tell me where you’ve been for the last few years.” He heard her, but Andi was more focused on the curves moving in front of his eyes while Elessabeth stretched her arms over her head. Unless he was remembering wrong, she’d softened a little in the time since he’d last seen her, in all the places he liked.
He sighed through his nose. “Long story.” He might not have been ready to go again, and he’d blame getting older for that unfortunate fact, but he could still appreciate what was right there. “There’s better stuff to catch up on.”
Elessabeth laughed with a half-snort tacked on the end. “And you’re acting like you haven’t gotten any since the last time we got together. Quit.” She pushed his hand off of her thigh, where he’d busied himself with apologetically rubbing the crescent-shaped divots his nails left behind. Andi looked up, and fuck, she had the look, like she always did when she just somehow knew something.
Her mouth opened barely, but she stayed silent and turned on her side towards him. Shit, they didn’t love each other, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss Elessabeth after all their time apart. In between prison and deserts and Sith bullshit, a dose of his favorite crazy woman was just what the doctor ordered.
Elessabeth sighed quietly, running her fingers over Andi’s arm with something like affection. “You look more like an old man.” A smile barely broke across her lips as she spoke. “And you look a little… sad.”
She was on to him, and toying with him like a cat with a mouse. “Lissie…”
“You didn’t look me up just for some reunion sex.” It was a statement of fact, even if he didn’t think it was close to the truth. Her finger trailed across the outline of his facial tattoo, a memory of younger, stupider days. “So, who’d you run here to forget?”
“I didn’t run.” Andi countered weakly. “Come on, don’t, how about another go for old time’s sake?”
Elessabeth put a finger to her lips, a mocking imitation of deep thought while Andi floundered. “I’m gonna guess… Hardass, with a heart of gold, but not too goody-goody, and you pretended you didn’t like them for ages but now you’re pretending you’re not smitten by getting under me for a while.”
“Amazing,” Andi forced a laugh, “Everything you just said was completely wrong.”
“A domineering brunette who doesn’t take any of your shit. An homage to yours truly.” She was laughing now, and something in her laugh was forcing a chuckle out of Andi, her husky voice a contagion infecting him with a bit of lightheartedness.
“Quit,” He managed through a chuckle.
“A Devaronian who faked his death and is mooching credits and a bunk off of you?.”
“What?”
“It’ll get worse until you tell the truth,” She hummed in singsong, propped up on her hand with a look that promised she meant what she said.
“You’re a real pain in the ass sometimes.” He grumbled.
“Not if we use enough lube, I’m not.” Shit. That suggestion made the little bit of blood making its way back to his brain reverse course back to his dick. Not fair.
Not fair, but not something he’d pass up.
“Put your money where your mouth is.” A grin split Andi’s face, first at the prospect of another good, hard, fuck, then at the look of surprise on Lissie’s face.
Surprise turned to an equally pleased grin. “Seriously?” Lissie sat up halfway.
“Seriously.” Andi’s grin was threatening to hurt his face.
“You want me to fuck your ass.” Lissie stated, not asking, one thin eyebrow cocking incredulously.
“Missed it almost as much as I missed your tits.” Andi attempted to grab a handful of said tits to prove a point, but Lissie was already standing up and heading across the room.
She must have been hunkering down in the hotel for a little while, or a couple of weeks at least. Lissie’s clothes and a couple of weapons were scattered around the room, with other objects that made the room look almost like someone’s home, but just careless enough to look like temporary digs.
Judging by what she was pulling out of a duffel bag, she’d been planning to have company around.
“You don’t have Old Reliable?” Andi gestured to the phallic object in Elessabeth’s hand. Not that he minded the swap- it was impressive that she’d managed to find a dildo that nearly matched her skin tone to perfection. Comparing himself to the toy, Andi really couldn’t be sure who was the more impressive one without a closer look.
“Lost in transit somewhere.” To pair with the dildo, Lissie had in hand a fairly basic-looking harness; It was made of black leatheritis, or something similar in texture, because of course it was, this was Lissie, after all. “But I think you and my friend here-” She fit the dildo into the harness- “should get along splendidly. Say hello.”
Shit. She started putting the harness on, and it shouldn’t have been so hot, but Andi had gone a long time without a really good fuck. Not to mention there was some nostalgia hanging in the air between them. It was familiar, waiting for Lissie to get herself suited up with butterflies of anticipation tingling in his groin.
Just like old times, Andi thought with a chuckle. Back when he’d first met Lissie, she’d been dancing for a run-down club in the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa, barely old enough to be shaking her ass for a room full of drunk patrons, but wise enough to keep herself mostly out of trouble. Her Imperial accent had been stronger then, so refined she’d earned the nickname Duchess from the night crowd. Everyone had their own theory about where she’d come from; Whether she was a runaway daughter of an Imperial general or some kind of disgraced noble, she never said. Andi had caught some pieces of her past here and there, but the faint chivalrous streak he’d picked up somewhere encouraged him to keep those bits of information close to his heart.
“Quit spacing on me,” Lissie tapped Andi’s thigh, jerking him out of his haze of sentiment. She’d crossed back to the bed and knelt over him, gently guiding him to spread his legs to accommodate her generous hips. A bottle dropped to the sheets from her free hand; Andi had no time to sneak a peek at the label before Lissie was pressed along the length of his body, generously sized breasts pressing against his chest and her lips meeting his. Stars, it was almost gentle, how she was kissing him, compared to what they’d done, what she was probably about to do to him, and the fact that her toy cock was jabbing into his flesh-and-blood one.
“Hells,” Andi yelped, squirming away from the touch of cold lubricant. “At least warm that up first!”
Lissie rolled her eyes at his protests. “Quit being a baby.”
“Let me stick my hands in ice and shove them up your- fuuuuuck.” Andi let a threat die on his lips as Lissie began preparing him, her thigh propped between his and her hand working him open with gentle intent. It had been ages too long without anyone taking care of him like this, and that just made it so much harder to be around the Sith girl-
Andi bit his lip. He didn’t want to think of her right now, why bother imagining the innocent and unattainable one when he had five-foot-eleven of warm and willing Elessabeth pinning him down and getting ready to (hopefully) screw his brains out?
Damn it, now he’d mixed both women in his head and that was going to fuel some awkward half-boners for the next month.
“Keep that up and I’ll find something to gag that big mouth with,” Lissie warned playfully, giving her fingers a twist and pumping into Andi a little harder than before, drawing a strangled cry out of him. “All good?”
“Amazing.” He didn’t think he had another full round in him, he’d really just suggested going again to get Lissie to stop probing him about She Who Lissie Doesn’t Need To Know About (and get her to probe him somewhere else), but one hand prepping his ass and her other playing up and down his torso had him perking right back up to full attention. “Good, really good, Lissie, stars-”
“How do you want to do this? Because I’m kind of in the mood to bend you over.” Lissie sat up and back on her heels, grabbing the lube bottle again to smear a generous, lovely coating of clear gel over the dildo still bobbing between her thighs.
Andi goaned and sat up, he would rather lay on his back where he’d been so warm and comfortable, but there was an incredibly short list of people in the galaxy who could get him on his hands and knees, so he was inclined to seize the opportunity when it came up. “Can’t even look me in my ugly mug when you fuck me, huh?”
Lissie rolled her eyes before grabbing Andi by the hips, guiding him back towards where she knelt in the center of the bed. “Wish you had some hair to grab,” She joked, running her nails over the back of Andi’s scalp and forcing a shiver down his spine, “Deep breath.”
Andi did as he was told, feeling the blunt press of the dildo against him before he felt himself being stretched open and he forgot how breathing worked. “Fuck yes,” He groaned, grabbing a handful of bedsheets in each hand, anchoring himself as Lissie pushed and worked him from behind. He had never been ashamed of one damn thing he was into in the sack, but trusting someone to fuck him this way… Lissie pumped her hips and he lost his train of thought.
“Don’t forget to breathe, baby.” Pressing the entire length of her warm body to Andi’s back, Lissie nuzzled her lips against his ear, her soft, deep, whisper sending another rush of tingles down his spine right to the point where she was breaking him open. A slow roll of her hips had Andi gasping, tugging on the sheets and pressing back against her to prolong the sensations.
“Stop teasing me,” Andi ground out, “Come on, I’ve taken it harder in my sleep.”
“Uh-uh-uh,” Lissie tried and failed to sound innocent, but nobody could sound innocent with a cock up someone’s ass. “First things first.”
Andi had a brief moment of confusion before Lissie stopped thrusting completely, still pressing her body against his back so tightly that he had no room to push himself back against her, and one strong hand wrapped around the base of his cock and squeezed. “What the fuck are you-!”
“Tell me,” Lissie demanded with a strong nip of Andi’s ear, “Who you ran here to get off your mind. And don’t tell me there’s nobody, because I’m not that stupid.”
“Come on, don’t start-” Andi’s protest was cut off with a yelp when Lissie snapped her hips into him. “I said I don’t-!”
“Mm-mm, I don’t think so,” Lissie said sing-song, giving Andi’s cock a light, teasing, stroke. “Come on, tell me all about them and I’ll make it worth your while.”
Andi groaned, defeated, but still horny. “She’s a woman. Now fuck me-”
“That’s a start.” Lissie kissed the back of his neck, starting to move her hips only slightly. “What’s she like?”
“Oh, stars,” Andi was losing a battle; It was hard to put up a tough-guy front when someone was fucking him, and the brain in his dick was overpowering the one up top. “Uh, pretty, and strong-” Damn it, just thinking about her had him harder, that was something new he didn’t have the mental capacity to unpack, then Lissie was moving an increment faster and thinking was even more difficult. He closed his eyes to try and focus, but no, an image of a brown-haired, ridiculously cute lady Sith swam in the front of his imagination.
“Sounds about right for you,” He could feel Lissie grinning against his neck, her hand around his cock beginning to pump in rhythm with her hips. “Keep going.”
“She’s- uh- got these big eyes, and, fuck, right there-” Letting his arms fold, Andi pressed his forehead to the bed, giving up entirely and letting the girl in his imagination mix with the pleasure buzzing his body and brain. Seemingly satisfied with his descriptions, Lissie guided one of Andi’s hands to replace hers on his cock, a silent directive to pleasure himself as she grabbed his hips firmly and-
Well, there wasn’t an artful way to say it, or Andi couldn’t think of it, because he was getting his brains fucked out. Lissie’s ample hips and thighs slapped out a filthy beat to accompany his incoherent, garbled, muffled moans and shouts. A younger him might have been stubborn and prideful, tried to show off and last longer, but he was no longer young, and no longer too full of himself (and at the moment, full of something he was certain was called the Fuckinator 5000) to pretend that getting off quickly was a bad thing. His hand worked his cock quickly, trying and failing to match the pace of Lissie’s pounding hips.
Somewhere in the depths of his imploding brain, he tried to tell Lissie that he was close, but all that came out of Andi’s mouth was a chorus of “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-!”
Lissie was definitely praising him, but her words were drowned out by the roaring in his ears as Andi jerked and came, spilling all over his hand and the sheets, spasming thighs barely able to hold him up.
“Thattaboy,” Lissie sighed, running her nails up and down the length of Andi’s sweaty back.
“Don’t try and get cute when you’re got a dick up my ass.” Andi groaned into the bed.
He couldn’t see her, but Andi was certain that Lissie had rolled her eyes as she braced a gentle hand on his lower back and pulled out of him. “Bit late for that, isn’t it?”
Andi was utterly and totally wiped out. As the bed shifted, less Lissie’s weight as she excused herself to the fresher, he let himself fall to lay on his side in a boneless heap, feeling the exhaustion one only felt when they’d been fucked within an inch of their life.
Also, there was cum on the sheets and Andi wasn’t inclined to lie in it.
Lissie emerged sans the harness, sporting faint pink marks along her fair skin where the straps had rubbed her hips and thighs, lines that Andi would have loved to run his tongue along if he thought he had any movement left in his body. “You could at least clean up, you lazy-”
“Shut up,” Andi yawned, but managed to lift himself up enough to get off the bed and begin pulling the soiled sheets off.
Somehow they managed to end up back on the naked bed, passably cleaned up, Andi flat on his back with Lissie’s leg flung over his. They weren’t snuggling. Neither of them snuggled. (Really, it wasn’t snuggling.)
“Happy now?” Andi muttered drowsily.
“Delighted.” Lissie purred, “Lyee sounds like a sweet girl.”
Andi felt his breath freeze in his chest, eyes snapping open to stare right at Lissie’s smug smile. “How’d you know her name?”
Lissie chuckled. “Dipshit. You were practically screaming it when you came.”
I'm too old and tired for the morality debate, so based entirely on aesthetics and who seems to have more fun, Sith.
4) Favourite character from original trilogy?
Our eternal princess of space and time will always have my heart. I literally got obsessed with a Leia/Carrie Fisher tattoo yesterday that I want more than life itself sooooo
24) Would you want to be human, or from another species?
ONLY if I could live in the actual Star Wars-verse, I would be Mirialan. I've spent coming up on 30 years getting the hang of this human body so I'm not really interested in going too far off-base in that regard.
40) If you could make your own Star Wars trilogy/series, what would it be about?
-shoves coffee-stained scripts and Disney cease-and-desist orders under couch-
Look the internet would eat up a series revolving around Tezanna and Elessabeth and their sibling relationship and their past and how they learn to cope with their trauma in different ways
INCLUDING some sexy sith lady and some amoral bounty hunter lady? Disney, call me.
Hey Lissie, what do you think of that Sith Andi's been bunking with?
“I could tell he had it bad when he came around to my corner of the planet, acting like he just wanted to ‘talk’, and we all know what that’s code for... Anyway, he’s not the first person to try and forget that special someone in someone else’s arms.”
“I’m so pleased that they eventually ended up together. She’s an adorable little thing. I didn’t even think Sith could be cute!”
Teenage Elessabeth feels, kind of minor warning for implications of child abuse. Read it and weep.
Twenty-five kilometers of wet, muddy, jungle roads lay between Kaas City and the home of Lord and Lady Oress. The constant rain was somewhat buffeted by the jungle canopy above, keeping the road from turning into a soupy muck except in some sparse spots. It was a path almost exclusively travelled by speeder, or by beast mount for the more extravagant Sith, but it was never travelled by foot. The risk of jungle beasts and the lack of any watch stations or other homes to stop at made the road completely unfit for a comfortable stroll.
Elessabeth huffed, wiping raindrops from her forehead as she stomped and squashed her way down the road. Her bag hung from her shoulder by one strap, swinging back and forth and hitting her in the thigh in a spot where she’d sport a nasty green bruise later. The mud on her boots had formed a near-permanent layer in the first few kilometers of her flight from the manor; The mud-on-mud contact causing Elessabeth to slip and slide every few steps, nearly tumbling but righting herself in time to hardly miss a beat of her forced march.
Her ears strained, waiting for the distant roar of speeder engines to approach, her stomach tying into another knot every time the wind rushed through the trees. She’d been expecting the back of her jacket to be grabbed since the moment she’d gotten past the estate gates. A creeping tingle ran up her back, enough to force a choked sob out of her; the thought of lightning arcing through her body kept coming back no matter how much she tried to force it away.
The bag slamming into her leg every two steps was starting to turn to numbness instead of pain on every strike. Her whole body felt numb before, when she turned and began to run, right for the door, blocking out her mother’s shouting and fleeing like she wouldn’t live a moment longer if she stayed in the house.
Mother wasn’t coming.
Elessabeth stopped, facing back along the path where she’d come from. Nobody was going to come flying down the road after her to drag her back, back to the place she called “home” but not home, not anymore. Homes were safe, the manor was not safe, not anymore.
Nobody was going to make her go back.
Elessabeth sobbed again, but this time with her heart lifting.
