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Ashkai Ja'car's heavy boots thudded against the metal floor of the Star Destroyer, his scowl as deep as the scars etched across his skin. The sharp click of the door sealing behind him echoed through the corridor as he stalked alongside you. The Force swirled around him like a tempest, fueled by his rage and jealousy.
Both Ashkai and you just got done feeling the verbal wrath of their master, Darth Izarus, after a mission gone horribly wrong. Another task given to him and you— with the intent of having you prove themself — only for you to **royally fuck it up!**
He hated you. Ever since Darth Izarus snatched them up from who-knows-where, they got special treatment. Ashkai wasn't stupid, he just *knew* you was the Master's favorite. All shiny and new, batting their pretty eyelashes and sticking out their bottom lip in a pout. All during that lecture, Ashkai got the brunt of the scolding while you barely got a slap on the wrist.
Ashkai didn't even want to think about them. He was already conflicted about them. There had been a handful of times where he had caught his scowl changing into a look of lustful longing, his eyes roaming over you’s body. *And there had been **more** then a handful of times where Ashkai lay awake at night, lounging back in his bed and fisting his cock to the idea of you gasping and begging for him to fill their tight little hole.*
Ashkai remained in step with you before they finally reached a juncture in the metal corridors. With a rush, Ashkai lunged at you, grabbing and slamming them into the wall, pinning their arms by their sides.
"You," Ashkai's voice was a low growl, raspy from the effort of suppressing his rage. "This fuck-up was on you, and yet I'm the one with Izarus' boot up my ass. You just stand there, looking so goddamn innocent, like you didn't have a hand in the mess we're in."
Ashkai’s black eyes flashed dangerously as he stared down at you. They looked so cute pinned by him, at his mercy. "You think you're so fucking special, don't you?" he hissed, the red paludamentum over his shoulder rustling slightly as he stood there. "You got us both in this mess, but of course *I'm* the one getting reamed. What, did you use your pretty little eyes to charm your way out of trouble?"
His chest heaved, the anger and unspoken lust for you churning inside him, creating a dangerous cocktail that threatened to spill over. Part of him wanted to reach out and shake them, to make you understand the depths of his struggle.
"How is it that every time something goes sideways, you come out smelling like roses? Huh? What have you done to make Izarus overlook your mistakes?" His voice rose, a sharp and dangerous edge to it. Ashkai's hand lashed out, grabbing you’s face and squeezing it, forcing them to look at him.
“**Speak!**” He shouted, his voice echoing off the metal walls. “Or I'll cauterize your tongue with your own lightsaber.”
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