#kallus zeb

[anarcoqueer1994]

Whatever the fuck this is to lovers

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Alexsandr Kallus/Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios Characters: Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios, Alexsandr Kallus Additional Tags: kalluzeb - Freeform, 100 word drabbles, Humour, caught in tape, Dialogue Heavy, Inspired by Fanart Series: Part 6 of One Hundred Words, Part 65 of The KalluZeb Tales Summary:

Zeb, gets caught in tape.

Thanks for the inspo @hayesflint​

[anarcoqueer1994]

Kallus felt like an asteroid thrown out of the orbit of the empire, hurling through space. But Zeb is like a big bright beautiful star, pulling those around him in, gravitating to him because of his light. Zeb was everything to him and he knew Zeb was already surrounded by wonderful people who adore and love him. He had his solar system.

But somehow, this hurling asteroid of a man, was lucky enough to be pulled into his orbit. More surprisingly this sun, his sun, Kallus' shining star, wants him in his orbit, often forgoing the magnificent planets around him to spend time with this little asteroid, an asteroid he doesn't need...but wants.

And Kallus prays every day to get to stick around a little longer before the sun hurls him away, sending him free floating again.

What he doesn't know is that Zeb sees them like a set of binary stars, pulled into each other's orbit like the suns of Tatooine. He knows his worth but also knows Kallus'. He wants to be in Kallus' light just as much as the blonde wants to be in his. He is a star in his own right, who loves his star, his beautiful, freckled face star with everything in him.

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"Don't..." He whispers, ears sinking down, purple fur disheveled from the activities both men just participated in. The dark candle lit room above a pub seeming too quiet around his cracking voice.

"Don't what?" Kallus says, not turning around to meet the other man's eyes, hair falling over his forehead as he bows his head slightly, gel long gone.

"Don't leave...don't go back to that ship. It's gettn' too dangerous, Sasha." Zeb pleads softly.

"Garazeb, I must." His back still facing the Lasat that only a few minutes ago had been holding him tenderly, claws gently stroking his hair. "You know I can do more good as Fulcrum then on the rebel base."

Zeb steps closer, grabs Kallus' hand. "Alexsandr, please..."

Kallus responds with a shake of the head. Every time they meet up...they do this...it makes it harder to leave...harder to be without Zeb.

"Please...come with me...." Zeb begs, terrified every time Kallus returns to the Thrawn's ship, will be the time he is caught, the time he is hurt...or worse."

Kallus continues to shake his head, not turning around to meet his lover's pleading eyes.

"Karabast!" Zeb says, more exasperated than expected. "Will you at least look at me?!'

Finally Kallus n turns around, eyes to the ground. "No, I can't."

"Why not?' Zeb demands, stepping closer.

"Because it makes it harder to leave..." the freckled man admits, hand shaking."

"Then don't." Zeb pleads once more, grabbing Kallus hands in front of him.

Kallus pulls his hands away. Before wrapping his arms around Zeb, pulling him in for an intense kiss, and he was met back with equal passion.

When they pull apart, Kallus whispers. "I can't do that...I have a duty to the rebellion, to you. I have a duty as Fulcrum." His heart was pounding out of his chest, wanting nothing more than to stay forever with the man he has fallen in love with. But that love also pushes him to try and atone for his sins...atone to Zeb as Fulcrum.

Before Zeb can respond, Kallus turns and leaves...and Zeb is left waiting until the next time he sees his love again...hoping their is a next time.

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It happened when he least expected it...when it was messy and silly. Kallus and Zeb had been playing this back and fourth for months, towing the line between platonic banter and something more, both too scared to go further.

But here they were in some seedy club in the outer ring with the Spectres and Rex. Everyone, for once relaxing if only for a few hours. And Zeb was tipsy, swaying off beat to some old song from 20 years ago as leans against the bar, and Kallus can't help but smile at the sight. And Zeb sees him, smiling back before making his way closer.

"You like my dancin'? " Zeb ask as he stands far too close into the blonde's personal space.

Kallus grins "Dancing is a generous way to put what you were doing." Kallus teases back.

And then Zeb, honest to Asha, begins to pout. "If ya' so good at dancing, how 'bout you show me then?" Behind the fake pout, a mischievous glimmer sparkles in his eyes.

And maybe it is the three beers talking, but Kallus agrees,grabbing Zeb's hand and pulling him to the dance floor. "I suppose I can." He says as they walk. It's not long before both men are dancing together, the Spectres looking on in shock, as Zeb's hands maneuver to the freckled man's hips as Kallus' arms cradle the space between the Lasat's shoulders.

As they dance, Zeb whispers something, shaking his head.

"What did you say, Garazeb?" Kallus says over the loud music around them.

"I said, Sasha, this would be a great time for a first kiss." Zeb admits, wars going down after realizing he actually said that out loud, terrified of Kallus' response.

But instead of disgust or pity, Kallus blushes saying "I suppose it would be, would you like to try it out?" He tried to sound smooth but knows he sounds cheesy at best.

With that, Zeb is leaning in, crushing his lips against the man's he has been pining over for so long. He delight when he feels the beer tint lips push back against his, before sliding open for easy access. For a moment they forget they aren't alone.

When they pull apart, both men are flushed smiling at each other like idiots. The moment is broken by Sabine and Ezra walking up, making faux faces of disgust.

"Geeze...get a room." Ezra comments.

Zeb, still feeling mischievous, smiles, :Good idea kid, find somewhere else on the ship to sleep, I need the room. And before anyone can respond, Zeb is pulling Kallus out of the bar, and Kallus going as his willing captive.

They don't end up having sex that night, both men wanting to be sober when they do, but instead lay together and talk all night, saying all the things that had been left unsaid the last few months.

[anarcoqueer1994]

I'm actually obsessed with the idea that Kallus is used to using his body to get what he needs, whether that be in combat or in other ways. Like he doesn't see sex as a particularly intimate thing any more, it's often something he dissociates during. When he was younger, before the academy, he used it as a way to make money. After that, when he is an imp, most of the time the people he sleeps with were people he was trying to get information out of.

Like I even picture during his time as Fulcrum, him doing this to Thrawn, who has a fetish for humans. Unfortunately during this time, Thrawn already knew the truth, so when he was caught, it's a little more humiliating, Thrawn quietly rubbing it in his face while he is being tortured.

Then when he is working as a rebel in intel, he is more than okay with using this tactic if needed to gather info, he knows it's not a big deal. Of course he doesn't advertise that he does this, knowing not everyone would be a fan of this. But ultimately, the point is, he doesn't feel intimacy in these sexual encounters.

But what he does feel intimacy in is the way Zeb throws his arm around his shoulder when they are walking, or when they do something as simple as hug each other...it's the gentleness, the way it feels authentic not transactional. Zeb and himself are doing these things because they want to, not because one or both may be put in a more advantageous position by being close.

But then, one day, when Zeb is trying to confess his feelings for Kallus, leaning in to kiss him(which Kallus wants) suddenly Kallus begins sobbing. Zeb of course stops, but is there as the blonde works through the panic attack and wave of emotions that hit.

He is suddenly terrified that moving past gentle touches to kissing...and more , means that now Zeb is ready for the transactional part, that Zeb doesn't actually want him, instead just wanting his body, after that it will all be over. Kallus would have served his purpose.

When he can catch his breath, he quietly whispers, "I don't want this to be over..."

Zeb is confused but very kind never-the-less, "Sasha...what do you mean? I don't want this to be over either...I want, I mean only if you want, us to go further, I want you to be my mate, or um boyfriend." He hesitantly puts his hand between them for Kallus to grab if he wants.

And Kallus does. Hand holding is intimate, sweet. And then Kallus tells him everything, about his view of sex, about his fears, and Zeb listens, not judging.

And when they do get together, Zeb goes at Kallus' pace, doesn't push. And when they do have sex, Kallus realizes that though the act isn't what makes it intimate, it's the person he does it with that does.

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No one at all:

Zeb: