Part I Chatper I

                                                                THORN SQUADRON
                                                          PART I: CLAIMING THE BOUNTY
                                                   A filthy story in the Star Wars Universe.
                                             All content intended as parody. I do not own Star Wars.








                                                                     CHAPTER I:
                                                                       Tyrus

	Of course, on their last day on Yavin 4 it would be the hottest day since the Rebellion had established their secret base on the forest moon. The preparations for the last transports to leave were going well, as emergency evacuations go, but it was just so hot. Hot enough that a number of the fighter pilots had peeled their flight suits down to the waist. Among them was the human Tyrus found himself unable to look away from. Sweat beaded on his broad shoulders, and ran in rivulets down his muscular back. The glistening sheen highlighted the human’s caramel-colored skin against the pale gray of his X-wing as he hoisted in supplies and made the final checks to his fighter.
	The human climbed down and reached into his pack, lifting his canteen out and emptying it over his head. He shook the water out of the dark curls of his hair and looked over at Tyrus. Tyrus began to slowly-
	“Tyrus! TYRUS! Thorn Three, pay attention! You’ve got one on your tail!”
	“Wh- what? Where?” The twi’lek pilot snapped back to attention, hands instinctively maneuvering in response to the threat, “I can’t- I can’t see him!”
	“I’ve got him,” a second voice on the comm channel assured him, “Raise your rear shields.”
	The moment Tyrus was able to divert power to his rear deflector shields, the pursuing TIE erupted into a fireball as a proton torpedo impacted with its hull.
	“What are you doing?” Tyrus snapped, “Save your ammo. We’re gonna need it against that cruiser.”
	“You’re welcome,” Thorn Two replied flatly.
	“Cut the chatter, boys,” Thorn Leader commanded, “We’ve got about ten minutes before those transports get here. Let’s make ‘em count!”
	After dispatching another two TIEs, the three fighters rejoined their squadronmates in assaulting the imperial patrol cruiser.
	“Stay clear of the topside, those quad lasers will rip you to shreds,” Thorn Two warned Tyrus as he swept along the port side of the cruiser.
	“Like I need you to tell me that,” he replied smugly, “I can handle myself just fine, Gora. I don’t need you to handle me.”
	“Heh.”
	“I-I mean-”
	“Hey, I’m just tryin’ to look out for you, Tails. Suit yourself,” the human peeled away from Tyrus and spun his way under the ship, hammering the weakened aft shield. Tyrus could feel his face grow flush all the way back to his lekku as a series of beeps and whistles came through the fighter’s internal comm,
“Well no one asked you, Arthree, so just shut up.”
After a few frenzied minutes of dodging and blasting, Thorn Leader exclaimed, with relief palatable in her voice, “That’s it! They stopped firing! Their weapon systems are down!”
“And just in time, too,” a new voice added, as two GR-75 transports dropped out of hyperspace, escorted by the remainder of Thorn Squadron.
“Looks like y’all had all the fun without us,” a pilot said.
“Fine by me,” another interjected, “Let’s get these whales to safety and then get back to base for some well-deserved r&r!”
“Fuck yeah!” added a similar-sounding voice.
Thorn Leader cleared her throat,
“I think you mean back to our temporary asylum for r&r, and after that, back to finding an actual base before the Empire tracks us down!”
“Yes, Ma’am,” the squadron droned in unison.
“Good. Now let’s get our asses out of here before they can repair those guns. Ready for the jump, Commander?”
“Roger that, Captain. On your mark.”
“Let’s jump.”

                                                               * * *

	In one of the many orbiting city-structures over the planet Ithor, Thorn Squadron sat crowded around a distinctly civilian-looking meeting room table, listening to Thorn Leader debrief them on their successful escort mission. Green skin contrasting against the orange of her flightsuit, the Mirialan woman gestured broadly over the hologram map that dominated the table. Tyrus couldn’t help but notice how the harsh light of this room brought out the streaks of silver that had begun to form in her dark blue hair. His eyes drifted from her straight bob to the dark curls belonging to the man who had saved his life; Devari Gora, Thorn Two. Tyrus watched the tight curls bounce back and forth as the human shook his head, and then added something that Tyrus wasn’t paying enough attention to hear. The two continued, with other flight leads chiming in, until he heard someone say,
	“What do you think, Thorn Three?”
	“H-huh?” he asked. Thorn Leader shook her head,
	“I said, what could we have improved on from our handling of that encounter?”
	“Oh, well, besides making sure we prioritize use of heavy ordnance for designated targets,” Tyrus shot a smug glance toward Devari, “I don’t think there’s much we can do, besides asking the Empire nicely not to patrol so much.
	“Hmmm,” she replied, eyebrow raised, “Along with ‘pilot attentiveness,’ I’ll keep that in the mission log. Any other thoughts?”
“Well,” Devari said, blue eyes sending a shock down Tyrus’ spine as they met his, “I think we’re doing a damn good job out there.”
“Yeah,” Tyrus scoffed, “Sure, if you call barely surviving a damn good job.”
“As a matter of fact, I do.”
“Well,” Thorn Leader said, cutting them off, “Other than that,” she continued, standing up to a palpable wave of excitement from the other pilots, “I’d say we’re done here. I’ll see everyone back here in two days, ten hours.”
	A chorus of cheers erupted from the room, as each pilot stood and made their way out to make the most of the next 58 hours. Tyrus wondered what he would do with his time in the city while the other pilots enjoyed the debauchery he could already hear them planning. He’d briefly considered making a visit to the planet surface, but decided against it after being informed that those who venture down aren’t allowed to leave. He was pondering this when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
	“You doing alright, Sedara?” Thorn Leader had caught up to him, her face showing genuine concern, “You can tell me about anything that’s going on, you know. I’ll try and help if I can.” Tyrus caught a glimpse of Devari turning and heading down the far corridor before turning to face his CO.
	“Uh, no, Ma’am, I’m doing just fine. Thank you, though.” He parted himself from her and made his way out into the wide hallway that formed one of the station-city’s main streets. He could hear her mutter something about “kids” before her voice was lost behind him in the sea of sounds coming from the crowd around him.
	The street was packed with a diverse mix of locals and travelers. This station boasted over a dozen hangar complexes, making it the de facto stop in the system for both tourists and lifelong spacers. Thankfully, the peaceful nature of the Ithorian people had kept the Empire from cracking down on traffic here. He had a feeling that if the Empire found out they were harboring rebels, that would change in a hurry. Either way, the Empire wasn’t here now, and the city was beautiful.
	After purchasing what he took to be some kind of cooked meat on a stick from a street-side vendor, Tyrus kept walking, slowly nibbling on the spiced meat and letting his mind wander. Naturally, it wandered where he found it wandering more and more recently; to thoughts of Devari. He didn’t know why he couldn’t keep his mind off of him. Though, he had to admit, Devari had saved his life earlier that day, so he supposed it was only natural to be thinking about him. Perhaps not specifically about his glistening pecs and abs in the heat of Yavin’s sun, but whatever.
	After finding a trash droid to dispose of the stick he’d stripped of the surprisingly succulent meat, he detoured down a narrow alleyway he’d found, connecting to one of the less-traveled streets. He found himself where he’d been spending more and more time between missions, staring out the two-meter high viewport at the planet below. The planet was beautiful, lush with vegetation that covered the continents in various shades of forest green, punctuated with explosions of vibrant, flowering fields. Even bathed in the light of the slowly setting sun, the view wasn’t enough to keep his mind off his squadronmate.
	Why did he have to be so mean to him? He’d never been anything but nice to Tyrus. If anything, too nice. Maybe that was why, because he always had that stupid, arrogant, charming smile. Maybe if he just-
	“Hi Tails.” Tyrus froze in place as he heard Devari’s voice from behind him, “You come here too, huh?”
	“Uh, I uh, hey there Gora, yeah, yeah I do…” Tyrus found himself unable to turn and look him in the eye, but he could feel him getting closer.
	“You know,” he said slowly, stepping up behind Tyrus, “You can call me Devari. Or Dev,” he added, close enough now that Tyrus could feel his warm breath on his lekku, “If you want.”
	“Uh, y-yeah, sure Deva- D-Dev,” Tyrus stammered, the blue of his face reflected in the viewport turning a deep, rich violet.
	“It’s a beautiful view, isn’t it?”
	“Yeah, uh, yeah, it is.”
	“You know, it’s even nicer when you share it with someone,” Devari added. Suddenly, Tyrus felt the human’s hands sliding over his hips.
	“Uh, uh, y-you know that I’m a guy, r-right?”
	“Yeah,” he said, a hand now grasping between Tyrus’ legs, “I can tell. You can tell I’m a guy, right?” Tyrus tried to pry his mind away from thoughts of the bulge of Devari’s cock as it pressed against the small of his back,
	“Y-yeah, I, uh, I can tell.”
	“Is that a problem for you?” Tyrus shivered at this, unable to even think before he feebly replied,
	“N-no…”
	“Good.” One of Devari’s hands slowly, gently, pushed on Tyrus’ cheek, turning his head to face Devari, craning over the twi’lek’s shoulder. Before he could even process what was happening, Tyrus felt the human’s lips pressed against his in a kiss.
	Tyrus closed his eyes and felt himself swept away by a wave of sensation, having a hard cock pressed against his lower back, having his own twitching member slowly stroked through his flightsuit, being held from behind, being kissed. As the pair were silhouetted against the stark hallway by the brilliance of the setting sun, gleaming in rays cast around the planet below, Tyrus was aware only of Devari’s touch. He was consumed by the embrace, by the strong arms around him and the tender kiss on his lips. He was so deeply indulged that he felt himself follow as Devari pulled himself away from the kiss, weakly whispering, “Wh-why’d you stop?” before hearing Devari laugh. He opened his eyes to see that same electrifying blue gazing back at him out of that damned handsome, smiling face.
	“I think maybe we should go somewhere more private, don’t you?” The buzzing of a cleaning droid passing by suddenly reminded him of where they were.
	“Uh, y-yeah…”

                                                                  * * *

	The door of the suite slid shut with a hiss, and before it was fully closed, Tyrus was lost again in the embrace of the man who had stolen his thoughts for so many weeks. The man who had saved his life. The man who now stood over him as he flopped back onto the bed. The man who put a hand on each of Tyrus’ knees, spreading his legs apart and sliding between them, leaning down to kiss him again, and again, and again.
	Tyrus was aware for only a moment what a vibrant purple his face must be before Devari began kissing his neck and slowly undressing him. He made quick work of the flightsuit, without even stopping to look. He carefully stripped away the vest, then the collar, then each snap of the suit, slowly peeling away the orange husk, revealing his hairless blue chest, smooth skin beaded with sweat.
	“Are you too hot?” he asked, “I can turn down the temperature.”
	“N-no,” Tyrus answered, “W-well, yes, but, i-it, it’s good.”
	“Good,” he answered, planting a firm, but tender kiss on his lips before returning to sending waves of pleasure out from his neck through his whole body.
	“I-isn’t this the ambassadorial complex?” he asked, feeling his flight suit being peeled away from his upper body, sliding down his back, Devari kissing his way down each of the twi’lek’s arms as he stripped off the sleeves.
	“Well well, look at you, Tails. Not just a pretty face, huh?” he asked jokingly, kissing Tyrus’ neck, then his chest, making his way down his body, punctuating each phrase with another kiss, “When you make enough friends… around the galaxy… big favors… aren’t as hard… to come by… as you’d think.” He stopped after kissing just below his navel, and Tyrus felt the pressure of the flight suit holding him down was becoming more than he could bear.
	“So,” he panted, “Is this how you make friends?” He felt a hand against his chest as Devari leaned right in front of his face,
	“It’s one way,” there was that smile again, “But only for very special friends.” he kissed him again, one hand stroking his face, then slipping all the way back and slowly finding its way along his lekku, electrifying his body as his flight suit was finally pulled away, his desperate cock ereupting out and crashing against the hard surface of Devari’s stomach.
	“Well hey there,” Devari said as he pulled away, “You really are excited! That’s good,” he continued, standing and quickly starting to disrobe himself, “I’m excited, too. Take a look.” With that, he dropped the suit around him, all at once exposing the chiseled contours of his body, his strong, muscular legs, and the biggest fucking cock Tyrus had ever seen, “Well? What’s on your mind, Tails?”
	“I-I.. You… That…”
	“Uh-huh?”
	“That’s…” He sat up, “What are you, part wookiee? That thing’s fucking enormous!”
	Devari laughed, “You know what?”
	Tyrus was so transfixed by the girth of the thing hanging in front of him that he gradually leaned forward, until he was on his hands and knees, before looking up and asking, “Wh-what?”
	“It gets bigger.”
	“Banthashit!”
	“No, really. But, I, uh… I need your help with it,” he explained, stepping closer.
	“O-oh yeah?” Tyrus asked, the musky odor finally reaching his nose.
	“Yeah.”
	“A-and how do I do that?”
	“Just like this.” With one hand on the side of Tyrus’ face, he slid his cock into the twi’lek’s mouth. Tyrus felt the head part his soft, wet, lips. He felt the thick shaft push them slowly even further apart. He felt Devari’s pulse through the veins snaking along the underside, throbbing against his tongue. He felt his head swim as he began to suck on this massive thing, he heard Devari’s breathing quicken as he took as much of the human’s cock into his mouth as he could, eagerly pressing it against the back of his throat before Devari pulled away, letting the full mass of it spring to attention, pointing straight out at him.
	“Thanks.”
	“Y-you’re welcome…”
	“Stand up for me.”
	“Okay,” he replied, standing up and feeling Devari wrap his strong arms around him, pulling him into another embrace, only this time with their exposed genetalia touching. As they kissed, and as Devari gently stroked his lekku, Tyrus felt his cock twitch with excitement as it gently rubbed up and down against Devari’s. He was already about to burst as he heard him say,
	“Turn around for me.”
	“Mhmm.” Tyrus turned and he felt Devari’s hands on his hips, thumbs slowly caressing the dimples above his ass.
	“Bend over.”
	“Mmm.” Tyrus slowly bent over the bed, quickly snatching a pillow and placing it under his head. He dropped his face onto the soft, cool pillow, arms shaking and quivering too much to support himself. He felt as if his whole body was shuddering. This was it. Holy shit, this was actually it. He felt Devari’s fingers, covered in something slippery, sliding between the soft curves of his ass and gently probing him. He gasped, naturally.
	“Take it easy,” Devari said, applying more of the slippery solution, pushing first one, then two fingers inside of him, “I promise, I won’t hurt you.”
	“Th-thanks,” he exhaled as he felt the tip of Devari’s cock press against him. Devari leaned down and kissed him once more, and then, he finally entered.
	Tyrus gasped and shut his eyes tight the moment he felt himself being spread open by the monster making its way into him. The moment of surprise and pain subsided, though. Devari didn’t lie; he was very, very gentle. Centimeter by centimeter, he felt it slowly slipping inside, stuffing him full of hard, throbbing, hot human, pushing against his prostate, sending shockwaves of tingling pleasure through him, making his own cock twitch and dribble out a string of precum. Waves of agony and ecstasy washed over him until, eventually, Devari stopped pushing. They were both still for a moment, and then he said,
	“You ready for the other half?”
	“WHAT!?”
	“Ah-ha-ha-ha! I’m just kidding!” he assured him, “I’m just kidding, okay?” He leaned in and kissed the back of Tyrus’ neck, “You’re doing great.”
	“Th-thanks, y-you too.”
	“Thanks. I’m, uh, I’m gonna start moving now.”
	“P-please.”
	With that, Devari began to slide his cock out, and then back into Tryus. Then again. And again. And again. Each thrust was a microcosm of the surge of sensation that had lingered over what felt like so long, compressed on top of itself, and surging in wave through his body over and over and over. Tyrus could feel his shallow breath spreading out over his face against the pillow, panting and quivering as Devari thrust into him. Felt something building inside of his chest, and before he could stop it, he was moaning between his shaking breaths. Every sensation, from the throbbing veins of the cock inside him, to the heat of Devari’s body, to the gentle, but oh so strong grip of the human’s hands on his hips, was rippling through his body, over-filling his mind and coming wordlessly out of his mouth.
	After an unknowable length of this, he felt a hand stroking his lekku, up and down its length, in time with the thrusts. That bastard was attacking his weakest point, stroking the sensitive head-tail as he kissed its base at the back of his head. Finally, as it all was becoming too much, he found his words again.
	“Oh, ff-ffuckk, D-Devari…”
	“Mmmn, Ty… Ty, I, have to tell you something.”
	“Wh-ha-oh FUCK, w-what?”
	“I think you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
	“Wh-what? Hmmn…”
	“Ye-yeah, ever since Yavin, ever since we got formed up together, I thought you were the most beautiful person in the whole galaxy.”
	“O-oh-ohh-hh…”
	“And, and, seeing how close, how close we came to losing you today, I couldn’t- I couldn’t go another night without doing something about it.”
	“O-o-ohhhh, D-Dev… oh, ffFUCK, DEV! Dev! D-” he was cut off as his face was guided into another kiss from behind. With their lips locked together, he closed his eyes, felt himself being fucked, his mouth kissed, his lekku stroked, and by the time he felt Dev’s load surging into him, Ty was already shooting his own sticky mess onto the sheets.

                                                                  * * *

	Tyrus stepped out of the refresher, still drying himself as he saw Dev lying in bed. He set down the towel and walked over to the heap at the foot of Dev’s bed. He started to pick up his things and said,
	“That, uh, that was really great, Go- I mean, Dev. I’ll just, uh-”
	“What? Hey, hey no, no, come on, stay! Stay, come here, I want to show you something.” He let his suit drop back to the floor and made his way over to the bed, crawling in and, without realizing it, feeling himself cuddle up to the human, who threw an arm around him and said, “Lights out.”
	As the lights shut themselves off, Ty asked,
	“Again? Already?” Dev laughed,
	“No, dummy, look. Blinds open.”
	The blinds of the viewport opened themselves, revealing the view of the planet below, illuminated in a shimmering whirlwind of glittering lights.
	“W-what?’ Ty asked, awestruck.
	“It’s the plants. Every year at this time there’s a bioluminescent bloom. Some of the forests get so bright you can even see them from up here.”
	“Wow…” Ty marveled, a feeling of warmth washing over him as he took in the organic light show below, wrapped in the warm embrace of the man with whom he found himself so thoroughly enamoured. “It really is a beautiful view.”
	“Yeah,” Dev replied, “Yeah it is.