My mark (a Hunter drabble)
(NSFW-ish under the cut)
It had started off as most things do; as an experiment.
In your private quarters, away from his brothers and far from the war, Hunter was naked. It was several minutes past the point of pillow talk and the afterglow had worn off with the raising of your hearts. Still, you continued to kiss and touch your man.
The kisses were sweet on the tops of his thigh and knees. His sigh rolls through his entire being and into your lips after taking him into your mouth.
“Might be a little soon…” he whispers to the ceiling.
His hand is heavy on your head. Rubbing through sweaty locks of hair to scratch at your scalp. His head is tilted back against the pillows, making it impossible to see your eyes raise up to look at him.
It’s easy to slip him from your mouth. Emphasizing hot and heavy breathing over his most sensitive skin. Turning your head to the right, another sweet kiss against the skin there. His legs lifts to encourage your mouth, bending his knee that you place a hand on. Pulling him closer to your waiting teeth.
“Kah-KRIFF!” He shouts, ripping at your hair painfully. That didn’t stop you from licking and sucking at the wound, creating a hickey he no one would notice without the access you had.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” You said, kissing over the mark. “You taste too good.”
His hand stays in it’s place while you crawl up him. Reaching your destination with a kiss to his lips. Pressing deeply against him until the both of you groan from the passion. He could still taste himself on your lips. The salt of his own sperm and the copper of the smallest bit of blood dragged from his thigh.
“That’s gonna chafe,” He says when you finally part.
To a normal person it was just a hickey in an awkward place. Maybe they’d feel it when changing the next day but that would be the extent. For Hunter it was a constant reminder of your mouth that he felt with every step. His blacks pressed against it sent the stinging feeling through him once again. With it was the reminder of your warm smile, of your tongue on his skin and of the smile that came with it all.
It became a tradition after that. Kamino was never short on secluded places. Closets with enough room for two people where one could kneel. Empty showers or quarters that no one would need to enter for some time. Even behind large boxes in the hanger could be an option. As the silent Clone code kept most from ratting any clones out for breaking minor rules.
“Commander, do you have a moment?” He’d ask.
“Absolutely, Sergeant. Lead the way.” You say back, following him without any hint of what was going on.
The trouble came with the rest of the Batch, who couldn’t be fooled like others. They knew the little code words eachother had with you. The phrases that asked for some private time away from anyone else, including the rest of the batch.
More than once Hunter was interrupted before he could ask.
“Commander, do you-.” He’d start.
“She’s going to be busy for a while.” Crosshair would say, a subtle hand on your back.
“It’d be better she helps me first.” Tech says, gesturing away.
“I’m sorry, Sergeant, but not just yet.” Echo said with more manners than the others.
“Hey, she came to me first.” Wrecker says, lacking the intricates of subtlety everyone else had mastered.
Unlike Master Ti you weren’t officially stationed on Kamino. Rather it was spur of the moment whether you’d be called from the temple to help with the mission. Because of this Hunter would have to survive his time without your little mark on the inside of his thigh.
Survive he did, but just barely.