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Title: Like Fire Within Your Bones
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Kallus/Zeb
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Zeb isn't sure when he falls in love with Sasha, but then they have their first kiss.
A/N: For the Year of the OTP prompt first kiss. Title from the poem "First Kiss" by Nikkita Gill. Uses the concept that the two of them have sex before they have their first kiss. Them having sex isn't shown, but it is discussed.
Like Fire Within Your Bones:
Zeb isn't sure when he began to fall in love with Sasha. It wasn't on Bahryn, that had been about staying alive. He knows his interest sparked more when he realized that Sasha had gone from loyal ISB officer to Rebel spy. He knows he worried for the other man when Sasha sent his rescue party on without him, had chosen to stay behind. He doesn’t want to think about the injuries Sasha sustained trying to warn all of them, trying to save them.
Is it the first time they have sex? They fall into bed after a sparring session, barely removing clothes in their lust filled haste. Or maybe it's the second round of sex, when they carefully remove clothes and begin exploring the differences of their bodies and how they can make them fit together.
"Don't call me Kal, not like this, not during sex," Sasha laughs. Maybe it's that laughter. It's been so long since he laughed with someone during sex that the sound makes Zeb pause.
Zeb can't help it, he grins. "What do you want me to call you then?"
He almost goes back to licking and nipping at Sasha’s skin, to find all the spots that will make the Human in his arms moan, but instead he stills and looks down. Their eyes meet. Sasha’s hands come up to cup his face and Zeb isn't sure how to take the way Sasha is looking at him.
"What do you want me to call you?" Zeb asks again, more softly this time. He'd been calling him Kal and he's heard others call him Alex when not using his last name.
"Sasha?" Sasha tells him in a way that feels more like a question. "On my homeworld that's the diminutive of my name."
"Sasha," Zeb repeats grinning.
Sasha smiles. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I'm very tempted to only call you Sasha when we're having sex," Zeb teases.
"You wouldn't," Sasha starts, but his words break off into a moan as Zeb begins exploring his body again.
Maybe Zeb starts to fall in love because he knows this thing with Sasha will turn into a relationship and all he's had for years is flings. Except for sex they move slowly with each other. They're both out of practice with dating. It takes time to learn how to effectively communicate with each other, how to take the time to rephrase if they aren't immediately understood.
He does start out with only using ‘Sasha’ to indicate he’d be interested in sex, which lets Sasha consider where he’s at with work and if he can find a stopping point or not. It proves to be a good way to let Sasha know his shift ended hours ago. Zeb is sure that with more time the nickname will be less about sex and more about the affection between them.
Then Sasha asks, "How do you feel about kissing?"
Zeb tilts his head and realizes that he loves this man. He may not know when exactly that feeling started, but it’s there solid and full of weight. This is the first time Sasha's asked for anything when it comes to sex, not that Zeb thinks kissing is sex, but he's relatively sure kissing can lead to sex. He's seen others kiss.
"Not opposed," Zeb starts. "I haven't before.”
“You haven’t kissed before?” Sasha rephrases, obviously making sure he understands.
“Not all species do, but I'd be interested in trying, with you.” Zeb agrees.
Sasha tilts his head. “What do you think I mean by kissing?”
Zeb laughs. “It’s technically a military base with hormonal teenagers. I’ve seen kissing.”
Sasha raises his eyebrows and crosses his arms.
Zeb snorts, “Pressing our lips together? I think that’s what you’re asking. Do we put our tongues in each other’s mouths? I think I’ve seen that too.”
He’s teasing, just a little, but knows he’s right about this. Well, he’s relatively sure Sasha isn’t asking for something different.
“Yes,” Sasha says.
Zeb nods. “Just be careful of my fangs. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Sasha nods and steps close. It’s slow, careful. Sasha’s lips press against his and his whole body is almost leaning on Zeb. It’s pleasant. Then Sasha’s tongue teases at his lips and Zeb opens his mouth while they continue kissing. The feel of Sasha’s tongue sliding against his, exploring, is pleasant. As he pulls back Alex teases at his lips, a small nip. Zeb growls, wanting to do the same. He wants to ask if he can put his tongue in Alex’s mouth.
Sasha steps back enough to drop down onto his feet. His eyes are hopeful as he says, "Your turn?"
Zeb wets his lips, wanting as he leans in. Their lips press against each other in several careful kisses before Zeb lets himself slide his tongue into Sasha’s mouth. He hadn’t quite been sure what to do with his tongue when Sasha did this, but now their tongues are sliding against each other. Then Sasha sucks on his tongue. For a brief hesitant moment Zeb isn't sure if he wants to gasp or growl. He pushes Alex the last few steps to the nearest wall and pins him there. They don't stop kissing. Zeb’s panting when he pulls away, “Karabast Sasha. You keep kissing me like that and I'm going to have to rip off your clothes.”
Sasha laughs as his fingers slide against Zeb’s chest. “That’s kinda the point.”
Zeb leans in to lick at his neck as he asks, “So if I lift you up press you against the wall so you can…”
He knows how Sasha gets about wall sex.
Sasha groans and turns his head to initiate another kiss. Zeb grins as he kisses back. He’s not sure when he fell in love with Sasha, but he thrilled that he has.
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Kallus/Zeb
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Zeb isn't sure when he falls in love with Sasha, but then they have their first kiss.
A/N: For the Year of the OTP prompt first kiss. Title from the poem "First Kiss" by Nikkita Gill. Uses the concept that the two of them have sex before they have their first kiss. Them having sex isn't shown, but it is discussed.
Like Fire Within Your Bones:
Zeb isn't sure when he began to fall in love with Sasha. It wasn't on Bahryn, that had been about staying alive. He knows his interest sparked more when he realized that Sasha had gone from loyal ISB officer to Rebel spy. He knows he worried for the other man when Sasha sent his rescue party on without him, had chosen to stay behind. He doesn’t want to think about the injuries Sasha sustained trying to warn all of them, trying to save them.
Is it the first time they have sex? They fall into bed after a sparring session, barely removing clothes in their lust filled haste. Or maybe it's the second round of sex, when they carefully remove clothes and begin exploring the differences of their bodies and how they can make them fit together.
"Don't call me Kal, not like this, not during sex," Sasha laughs. Maybe it's that laughter. It's been so long since he laughed with someone during sex that the sound makes Zeb pause.
Zeb can't help it, he grins. "What do you want me to call you then?"
He almost goes back to licking and nipping at Sasha’s skin, to find all the spots that will make the Human in his arms moan, but instead he stills and looks down. Their eyes meet. Sasha’s hands come up to cup his face and Zeb isn't sure how to take the way Sasha is looking at him.
"What do you want me to call you?" Zeb asks again, more softly this time. He'd been calling him Kal and he's heard others call him Alex when not using his last name.
"Sasha?" Sasha tells him in a way that feels more like a question. "On my homeworld that's the diminutive of my name."
"Sasha," Zeb repeats grinning.
Sasha smiles. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I'm very tempted to only call you Sasha when we're having sex," Zeb teases.
"You wouldn't," Sasha starts, but his words break off into a moan as Zeb begins exploring his body again.
Maybe Zeb starts to fall in love because he knows this thing with Sasha will turn into a relationship and all he's had for years is flings. Except for sex they move slowly with each other. They're both out of practice with dating. It takes time to learn how to effectively communicate with each other, how to take the time to rephrase if they aren't immediately understood.
He does start out with only using ‘Sasha’ to indicate he’d be interested in sex, which lets Sasha consider where he’s at with work and if he can find a stopping point or not. It proves to be a good way to let Sasha know his shift ended hours ago. Zeb is sure that with more time the nickname will be less about sex and more about the affection between them.
Then Sasha asks, "How do you feel about kissing?"
Zeb tilts his head and realizes that he loves this man. He may not know when exactly that feeling started, but it’s there solid and full of weight. This is the first time Sasha's asked for anything when it comes to sex, not that Zeb thinks kissing is sex, but he's relatively sure kissing can lead to sex. He's seen others kiss.
"Not opposed," Zeb starts. "I haven't before.”
“You haven’t kissed before?” Sasha rephrases, obviously making sure he understands.
“Not all species do, but I'd be interested in trying, with you.” Zeb agrees.
Sasha tilts his head. “What do you think I mean by kissing?”
Zeb laughs. “It’s technically a military base with hormonal teenagers. I’ve seen kissing.”
Sasha raises his eyebrows and crosses his arms.
Zeb snorts, “Pressing our lips together? I think that’s what you’re asking. Do we put our tongues in each other’s mouths? I think I’ve seen that too.”
He’s teasing, just a little, but knows he’s right about this. Well, he’s relatively sure Sasha isn’t asking for something different.
“Yes,” Sasha says.
Zeb nods. “Just be careful of my fangs. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Sasha nods and steps close. It’s slow, careful. Sasha’s lips press against his and his whole body is almost leaning on Zeb. It’s pleasant. Then Sasha’s tongue teases at his lips and Zeb opens his mouth while they continue kissing. The feel of Sasha’s tongue sliding against his, exploring, is pleasant. As he pulls back Alex teases at his lips, a small nip. Zeb growls, wanting to do the same. He wants to ask if he can put his tongue in Alex’s mouth.
Sasha steps back enough to drop down onto his feet. His eyes are hopeful as he says, "Your turn?"
Zeb wets his lips, wanting as he leans in. Their lips press against each other in several careful kisses before Zeb lets himself slide his tongue into Sasha’s mouth. He hadn’t quite been sure what to do with his tongue when Sasha did this, but now their tongues are sliding against each other. Then Sasha sucks on his tongue. For a brief hesitant moment Zeb isn't sure if he wants to gasp or growl. He pushes Alex the last few steps to the nearest wall and pins him there. They don't stop kissing. Zeb’s panting when he pulls away, “Karabast Sasha. You keep kissing me like that and I'm going to have to rip off your clothes.”
Sasha laughs as his fingers slide against Zeb’s chest. “That’s kinda the point.”
Zeb leans in to lick at his neck as he asks, “So if I lift you up press you against the wall so you can…”
He knows how Sasha gets about wall sex.
Sasha groans and turns his head to initiate another kiss. Zeb grins as he kisses back. He’s not sure when he fell in love with Sasha, but he thrilled that he has.