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This was requested by @bicniskanadin and this fic if for @summer-time crumbs au!
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Love bites
Crosshair's heart almost stopped. He almost missed it, if he hadn’t paid attention to his mesh’la he wouldn’t have seen it. She had gotten shot. He was able to see the Crimson red blood run down her side as she tried to fight thought it Almost immediately he went to her catching her before she fell, crosshair calls for medic for her as he put his hand over her wound to put pressure on it, at that moment he felt helpless to help save her the only thing that he could do at the was tried and calm her so that she might not panic and lose more blood. His worried and terrified face was the last thing his mesh’la saw before she passed out.
When she woke back up she was met with a medical droid and a clone medic. The medic was giving her some pain medication.
“ How long was I out?” Her voice sounded Hoarse and sore which made her cringe at it.
“ Approximately 12 hours” he medical droid replied she went to sit up but flinched in pain the medic helped her sit up completely.
“ Here, this will help ease the pain.” The medic was careful as he helped her sit up better before giving her some meds to help the pain.
“ The medical droid says that you’re not sleeping the right amount of hours…of sleep” he said realize that what he might had said sounded stupid. She chuckled quietly knowing about what he meant
“ yeah…I just haven’t been able to sleep well on a lot of missions and difficult training for each one kinda cuts into my sleep schedule you know?” she offered the answer which wasn’t exactly the answer. Yes she had missions that would keep her up as well as training but it was mostly crosshair wanting to be around her a lot it was suffocating.
The medic agreed with her, it was almost impossible to keep a sleep schedule.
They continued to talk, enjoying each other's company as the medic helped change her bandage. Unknown to them, Crosshair was watching them glaring at the clone, who dared to make her laugh, that was his job! He was the one to make her happy, not some reg!
He started planning on what to do with the reg and his mesh’la she knew better than that. She’ll just need a reminder.
It was quite easy to get the medic away from watchful eyes. It was quite easy to kill him, it was quite easy to dispose of his body.
Now it was time to go punish his mesh’la.
She knew better than to talk to him, he understood explaining medical records and stuff like that but just talking to him and laughing with him was definitely a big no! And they’ve even talked about it! She should have already known!
He was quiet as he entered the medical Facility. She was absolutely beautiful lying peacefully on the bed. He almost considered not punishing her…maybe when she wakes up he’ll explain to her about what she did wrong and that they’ll work to correct it.
He picked her up carefully wanting to take her to someone where he could watch over her. To keep her safe. He glared at anyone who looked at him weird. Once he got back to the room that those regs gave them, he noticed that it was empty. That’s good he didn’t want one of his brother's lovers to stop him. He goes to lay his mesh’la down when she starts to wake up, kiff. She pushes him away and falls onto the bunk. Foolish mesh’la she’s going to get herself more injured!
“ mesh’la you’re going to hurt yourself” He growls. She tried to help herself up using the bunk while holding her side. She was slightly confused but mostly upset. She glared at him “ why the hell am I here!?” She screamed at him. Oh she shouldn’t have done that. He Forced her up against the wall next to the bunk making her flinch but she continued to glare at him and curse at him. He had enough, there was no reason she should be acting like this! Especially when she continues to try and push him away. He wrapped an arm around her waist and wiggled his fingers under the bandage and dug his fingers into her wound and used the other hand to push her head into his neck to try and keep her quiet; he didn't know how soundproof these walls were.
She cries out into his neck as the pain goes through her whole body. Crosshair was about to say something when he felt her teeth digging into the base of his neck. It shocks him that he almost didn’t feel the pain. But of course it came he almost let go of her but he immediately tightened his grip around her digging his fingers deeper into the wound making her scream against his neck. She continued to push against him but being clouded by pain that she felt like she wasn’t strong enough to stop it, she started to feel dizzy as she could taste iron as everything started to go black. He felt her body start to relax against him. He was able to pull her head back without her taking a chunk out of him. She tired herself out. Seeing her sleepy features and the little bit of blood stains her teeth. He helped her back to the bunk Laying her down so that she could rest. He grabbed some cuffs and put them on her. He noticed that his hand was covered in blood. He brought his hand up to his mouth and tasted her blood. He couldn't help but to smile at the taste. He regrettingly goes and washes the rest of it off. He goes to the refresher to clean off the blood. He looked up at his reflection in the mirror and he smiled. He carefully tilted his head to the side, flinching a bit at the bite mark. Her mark. She marked him
“ I am hers just like she is mine” he purrs, running his hand over it lightly, It Stings but he continues to smile at the thought.
“Perfect.”
I’ve made a crack fic for @summer-time crumbs au! I hope they like it!
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Only what is mine.
It started pissing him off how much his Cyare was spending time with the regs. Yes he has to do reports but he doesn’t have to engage in conversation. Hunter should have gone with him so that he could just end the conversation after the report so that his cyare doesn’t have to be around those regs. He was so sweet he might not have realize what his cyare was doing, he would just have to remind him. Hunter didn’t even realize when he started marching over to the group, he didn’t even give it a second thought when he just grabs him by his waist and over the shoulder his Cyare goes. He forgot how light he was as he carries his Cyare away from those regs, he wishes he could see their faces as they realize that his Cyare belongs to him. No one else, just his.
Once they get back into the safety of the Marauder Hunter immediately places his Cyare into one of the ship's chairs. Hunter has to hold back a smile at the sight of his Cyare, his face all red, averting his eyes away from him, but then it was replace with anger
“ Why did you do that!” He yells, it surprises Hunter, usually he would stay quiet as Hunter would admire or scold him for his behavior. When he tries getting up to leave Hunter immediately puts a stop to that he grabs him by his shoulder and pushes him back into the chair rather ruff. Cyare glares up at him but his face turns into fear as realize that Hunter is mad at him, he felt like he was caught in the eyes of a Predator and he was the prey. Whatever he was about to say became a lump in his throat.
“ What did I say about talking to the regs…alone?” Hunter asks, watching everything that his Cyare did. He tried his best to speak but nothing would come out. Hunter could hear how fast his heart raced in his chest. “ Come on now, let me hear that beautiful voice of yours” he hums, Hunter’s voice was soothing yet it still held his authority.
“ I…I-I was doing my r-report….for the l-last mission.” His voice is small and full of fear.
“ I didn't want an excuse Cyare, what did I say” instead of a smooth voice that he had gotten used to it was much of a commanding voice laced with anger.
“ Not to..s-sergeant…” he whimpers out.
“ and do you know why?” Hunter asks as he starts to walk behind him seeing his cyare shivering under his Eyes he shakes his head no, pulling out his knife, he carefully wraps his hand around his Cyare’s slender throat.
“ because I don’t want to get my hands dirty…I don’t want to have to kill those regs because you decided to talk sweetly to them” Hunter whispers just loud enough for him to hear as he runs his blade down his chest, cutting his gray dress uniform to reveal his chest. His cyare flinches and panics but he doesn’t dare try and stop him. He remembered when he tried to stop him and he still has the scar where he tried. Hunter could hear and feel his lovers panic breathing as he hums quietly as he carefully allows the other hand drift down to his peck
right over his heart where Hunter’s name lays tattooed to his chest, to show that he belongs to Hunter and only Hunter.
“ now…you don’t want me to kill them now do you?” He purrs as he brings the knife up to his throat forcing his head up to look at him seeing how scared he was, his eyes filled with tears threatening to trickle down his cheeks. He’ll calm him a little bit but right now he needs to be sure that he understands.
“ sweetheart? Do you want me to kill them? I will” Hunter's voice was hauntingly smooth again as stares down at him.
“ N-no…sergeant…” he hates how small his voice sounds
“ say my name not my rank cyare” he says his ears slightly twitch as he hears footsteps approach
“ No H-Hunter…” he finally squeaks out
“ good…now go rest…I’ll join you soon” he pulls the blade away from his throat, allowing him to go to their bunk. His cyare gasps and immediately tries to cover himself back up and goes to hunter’s bunk to hide himself. Wishing that he had never met Hunter.