#helyan

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This merc ran into a bad Jedi on Nar Shaddaa. Helyan was gambling. @kaosstar

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For Vic: 25. how do they feel about where they are at in life?

If you had asked a few days ago, he would have said that he's doing fine. Everything's fine. He's just collected a fat bounty and that means he's actually not broke at the moment. Just had some repairs on his ship done. Actually thought about coming round to Nar Shaddaa and doing a few jobs for Tal, just to see Anne and Gida again.

Unfortunately you are asking today and...

He's currently sitting on the cantina floor. Very drunk. Having an existential crisis. Trying to decide if he should message Hel for a booty call or Zim for.... well, mostly for talking I guess. He definitely doesn't want to talk about Julien though. Why would he ever want to talk about that bastard.

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Hel belongs to @kaosstar. Silvass belongs to the tentacle pit gutter.

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a cantina conversation

between @kaosstar‘s Hel and Vic

Hel swirled around the drink in his glass, borrowing some time to think as he scanned the cantina. This was not a direction he had expected this conversation to go. “What about the Weequay?” He didn't quite manage to keep the disgust from his voice.

Vic just laughed at his obvious discomfort in that deep, rasping voice of his. “Of course.”

Hel's teeth flashed briefly in an unidentifiable emotion. “The Nikto?”

“Why not?” Vic shrugged.

“Duros?”

“Sure.”

“Even the Trandoshan?” Hel was starting to believe he was being made fun of. Surely nobody would let himself be touched by that … thing over there. Not even someone like Vic. When his gaze went to the bounty hunter's dirty smile, however, he was no longer so sure.

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I need to hear what kind of smutty story you have in mind for Silvass, Naya and Hel.

Oh boy. I’m actually dying to write that threesome. Why haven’t I already? Oh yes, I remember. We've always tried to keep Hel and Silvass apart because trying to get under Silvass’ skin would be both really hard and kinda risky for Hel.

Kinks i can see me writing for them: Voyeurism (Hel watching and giving commands) and maybe some DP

Story ideas: I can only see this working if Silvass is too distracted to notice Hel's dark side tendencies. I suggest getting him drunk, because that would solve a lot of problems in one stroke AND it would give me a chance to write Silvass losing control a bit. I always love writing that, considering how calm and controlled he usually is. Poor Naya, she'd be so embarrassed by the way Hel makes her feel in front of Silvass. Has she ever seen Silvass drunk? She might be in for a surprise...

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Vic and Hel hit the nightlife on Nar Shaddaa and had some fun.

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Some more Vic/Hel headcanons

Who is louder? Vic isn’t particularly loud but since Hel has so much self-control I’m going to say Vic here

Who is more experimental? Vic is up for anything if it involves getting naked together but I think Hel comes up with most of the ideas

Who takes more risks? I’m going to say Vic, because just being with Hel is already one hell of a risk if you ask me

Lights on or off? I’d say on is the default but they would totally fuck in the dark too :P

Who is more likely to be caught masturbating? since Vic has no shame whatsoever and wouldn’t even lock the door, I say Vic

Who comes first? that totally depens on how hard the other is trying, they both have more than enough stamina (if I had to pick one I’d say Vic because he is older gets impatient more quickly)

Who is better at oral and who prefers it? Vic is rather good at giving head, at least he thinks he’s better at it than Hel

Who is more submissive? I wouldn’t call either of them submissive, Vic might seem like the slightly more submissive one, but only at first glance, he doesn’t mind playing along but he’s not really into it, Hel I can see submitting only under very certain circumstances

Who usually initiates things? I would say it’s Hel who calls Vic more often than the other way round

Who is more sensitive? physically sensitive? I’d say Hel, he just doesn’t let people close enough to notice (and emotionally sensitive? probably Hel too, haha)

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Bad decisions

Vic and @kaosstar‘s Hel hook up in a bar, which is probably a bad idea since Vic has no idea that Hel is literally the devil

A/N: *sweats nervously* what the fuck is wrong with me this isn’t even really smutty

[m/m, slightly nsfw, nothing graphic]

The cantina was filled to capacity with locals and people from the nearby spaceport. It was dirty, dark and so loud that you had to shout to be heard above the noise of human and alien conversations, and yet Vic immediately noticed the man in the crowd.

There was something about him that drew his eye and wouldn't let him look away. He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was, but as he pushed through the crowd to get himself a drink Vic was determined to find out.

The man was leaning against the bar, drink in one hand, watching the other patrons as if he were looking for someone. He was damn attractive, no question, but that wasn't what had caught Vic's attention. There was also something dishonest about him, not like someone trying to sell you a junk speeder, or someone who would rob you while you were passed out drunk on the floor, but someone who did a lot of morally questionable things and LIKED it. That made him even more attractive, Vic thought, liking his lips.

He knew from experience that guys like this were bad news. They usually meant more trouble than they were worth, and trouble was explicitly NOT what Vic was looking for tonight. He also knew he'd wanted him the second he'd stepped into the cantina.

Their eyes met a few moments later, and when the stranger smiled Vic was on his feet before he knew it, walking over to the bar and leaning into the blond's personal space.

“Would you like to go somewhere a little more quiet,” he asked with a grin, mentally reviewing his credit account balance to see if he could afford one of the rooms upstairs.

The man's smile broadened as he looked Vic up and down, not intimidated in the slightest but obviously appreciating what he saw. He shook his head, smile never faltering, indicating that he hadn't been able to hear the question over all the noise. Then he came up very close, standing on his toes to reach Vic's ear, his beard almost touching his cheek.

“How about going somewhere a little more quiet, hunter?”

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Vic stretched out on the bed with a groan, resting his head on his hands. He couldn't remember when he had last been so satisfied after a hook-up with a complete stranger and at the same time so incredibly fucking frustrated.

He scratched his beard and waited for his pulse to steady, savoring the quiet of the moment, the pleasant ache in his groin, the blissful bonelessness in his spine. Physically the evening had been more than satisfying.

Hel, that was the name the blond man had given him, seemed to be in a hurry to leave. Not the talkative kind apparently, not even in the heat of the moment, and not the least bit self-conscious. He was already getting dressed again, pulling up his pants to cover his pretty ass.

Vic's spent dick twitched at the sight. There was no way in hell he could go another round, but his imagination still ran rampant. It was as if the guy knew, if his smirk was any indication.

Vic ran a hand through his disheveled hair, remembering how roughly Hel had grabbed him, and with that memory came a rush of other images: the scratch of that beard, the deep, seductive voice urging him on, the open mouthed kisses. Vic wondered what noises Hel would make if he...

"I guess this is goodbye then, hunter." Hel interrupted his fantasy, turning around to grab the last of his belongings.

Vic hesitated, but in the end curiosity won against the pleasant drowsiness that had settled over him. Before he knew what he was doing he had gotten up and positioned himself between Hel and the door, blocking his way with his body. He was a full head taller than the other man, but – admittedly – being fully naked he was not quite as intimidating as he could have been.

Luckily, Hel seemed more amused than threatened. There was a glint in his eyes that made Vic want to grab him and push him back on the bed, wipe that little smirk off his face for good.

“Does it have to be?” Vic asked bluntly, not even sure what kind of answer he would prefer.