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The attachment between a star wars fan and their silly lil evil mass murderer
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thebluevipersden · 1 year
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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone! 🎄❄️ Here's Bane in a cozy bantha fur with his hot cup of black tea.
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echoedcrosshairs · 9 months
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Playing with Fire / Cad Bane ~ part three
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Summary; Cad Bane sets foot in a library looking for information, quickly coming to learn you were more then the average librarian. As a former Bounty Hunter you decide to help out, you’re smart and that’s an asset he could use but that wise mouth has him wondering what use he could use and if it would be worth it.
Warning; Fluff, Angst, Emotional Turmoil, Violence, starting to get hot and heavy, alien (obviously), Cad Bane can kind of be an ass, age gape (canonically during clone wars Bane is 41-43ish) reader is mid 20’s, sapiosexual, mild toxicity that gets fixed, toothpicks, green and red blud, Bane’s cycle, biting
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part 2 part 4(wip)
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Your eyes lingered on him flicking your tongue over your lips, "Taste good too?" you asked curiously gently tugging off your dress off to not disturb any of the blades. You watched him take in your new bare form except the chest band that barely covered you and stringy underwear that left you thinly covered. Smiling wider when you could see his throat visibly moving with the growl that's escaped him, you sat up gliding your fingers over his holster belt and pulled him closer.
"Ya have no i'dere how good," he mumbled letting you guide him forward. Bane's fingers went to Holsters undoing the belt attachment for his leather chaps carefully dropping the holsters to the floor while his other hand undid his pants in the process stripping him off his vest and shirt leaving his chest bare. Hands ran downs his bare chest pleadingly for him to hurry up before trailing down, "Ya' makin it real har' for ma not to take 'nother taste."
"I am not designed for the mating roughness of Duros, however if there is enough Bacta on hand"
"Ya might end up witha couple scars on dat temptin skin of yours," he interrupted.
"I am only so patient, Cowboy," you frowned sitting up and slowly pulled the underwear down to your knees.
"Kriff woman," he hissed the smell hitting him harder, "Dangerous..." he muttered inhaling the perfect smell of compatibility. He grabbed the rim of his hat and tossed it over his shoulder pulling down his pants. Bane positioned himself between your legs grabbing the side of your throat letting his fangs protrude as he worked his teeth into the crook of your neck.
You gasped at the roughness of the bite. His free hand moved down to your chest band unfastening it let it thud to the ground. The hand on your throat tighten and his cool hand grabbed onto your breast cooling their burning warmth with his touch palming it in his hand gently kneeding it then he move long fingers moved further down. One entered quickly followed by another and you felt his bite increase while he fingers starting coaxing you. You felt his teeth come up moving them forward to your shoulder causing you to cry out. His longer digits worked faster exploring your expanse moving his thumb to your clit working it as fast as a man trying to control the descent of a crashing ship. The pleasure and pain were unbridled to anything you've ever felt before.
"Ya get one chance, bite ma an' make it worth it," he said unhinging his jaw from your body licking up the wound knowing at this rate he could probably track you across a planet if he needed too. He moved his shoulder to your mouth waiting. You didn't disappoint. You bite him hard enough to puncture him then some causing him to moan, "Woman 'ya know how t'bite a man," he said feeling you licking the wound like he does almost regretting asking you too because you couldn't taste what he could nor scent him in return but fark did it turn him on.
"Do you- normally like- being bit?" You managed to pant out as the pressure was swelling in the pit of your stomach waiting for him to push you over the edge.
"Durin' my cycle'nly."
"How- does it- work?" You asked looking down his perfectly toned torso letting your fingers trail up his perfectly cool chest, Odd benefit, I get warmer the more aroused I get but he's always cool. And he has
"Why so many questions?" He growled hating the fact the answer turned him on, letting his thumb caress your throat feeling the heat beating through it.
"Know-ledge," you panted out feeling his index trail the sponge on the inside causing the dam in you to almost break then he suddenly stopped and withdrew his fingers.
He brought his fingers to his tongue an undignified pur surged through him, "Watch'den." He kept with his crimson eyes on you as you looked down watching his cock spring from the protected position inside of himself, "Stawp eye'n me like frea'show." No way in shape or form was Bane self conscious, he'd had more then his fair share of ladies with zero complains but it was the one of the first time he had let anyone watch and the eye your eyes were glued to his cock made him wonder if he made the wrong decision.
You blinked looking up him, "You're not. I was committing your anatomy to memory... Why ask me to watch if you didn't want me to look?" you asked before looking back down at him. You were surprised there was only one but it was rather large with dull ridges coating it and in a shockingly deep teal color but with his skin being blue and his blood being green it made sense.
"Woman, 'im gonna shut you up."
"I'd like to see you try," you said poking the bantha.
He quickly though temporarily removed hand from your throat forcibly spreading your legs for him and plunged himself into your solar core. His natural slick already coating him but how soaked you were barely gave him any resistance causing a string of curses fall out of his mouth with how tightly he was compressed in you. Every inch of him completely filled you, seamlessly.
You heard the animalistic pur he made as he grinded his hips into yours. You brought your hands forward on his chest neck to his throat right next his vocal cords feeling it, feeling it in awe.
"Quit bein soft' " he huffed, he didn't want to be soft until his body forced him too.
"I think you like my softness," you cooed purpose squeezing your core around him feeling him twitch.
You stared into the mammalian blood colored eyes that were squinting at you. As if hell had commanded it, you saw the last restraint in him snap lose. Long fingers grabbed your wrist as he started drilling you, eventually letting go when his cool touch had seeped into your flesh. Each stroke splitting you in two. It was unusual but your mind was slowly clouding, the only thing going through it was Bane. The way his lips were parted, fangs bared and staring at you like you were the only thing in the room. Logically the hormones... What was I thinking about? The questions in your mind spidered apart like a broken mirror letting words just become broken syllables with no meaning. His cocks pulls a string of indecent moans and whimpers out of you as the ridges coax over the pleasure spot with tenacious speed. Managed to open your hips a little wider even if Bane was more on the narrow side but he felt the slight change in how your walls clung to him, grunting his appreciation. Unknown if your hands starting sliding back his chest tracing the scars but you moved your hands to his back letting your nails gently trail down him. You nearly flinched his face got even a more predatory look as he continued to stare down at you observing every twitch in your face and how your eyes kept threatening to go back or shut on him. Curiously you used your hands to force him down to you. You brought your nose to his neck inhaling his scent, the smell of leather had embedded it's self into his skin along with whiskey and death.
Sniffing him had triggered another response in him, Stupid mammal actin so fuckin hot. His vocal cords strained against his continued growling watching you offer your unbitten shoulder to him, fuckin' bold 'nd submissive. He sunk his teeth into you accepting the offering feeling you flutter harder around him.
"Bane..." you moaned, your eyes closing and hips jolting upward. Your body giving into the orgasm as his hand squeezed your breast, the other running across your stomach and his teeth marking you. Your legs came up clenching his hips as he continued to ride you through the high finally near the end he spilled into you still continuing until he felt all of it squeezed out of him by how hard you were clenching around him.  
He pulled his teeth out of you stilling leaving his face in the crook of your neck inhaling you, the arousal and combinations of fluids within you. How easy it would be for him to drop you on some random planet letting you hike across it as he tracked you through it with how overwhelming your sent was. He listened to your ragged breathing until you started shivering at the coolness of him, he was enjoying the sun that was your body but his Durosian mind forced him to move.
You watched him get up and rip open a tiny trunk in the corner pulling out several blankets and scooped up his pile of clothes. The annoyed expression seemed out of place as he seemed to move on autopilot tucking the clothes around your body that wouldn't be touching him if he got back into bed. He layered all of the extra blankets on top of you and placed his leather duster on top before he slide back into then bed.
"Mr. Bane! Your hormones levels have dropped significantly!" Todo said rushing it excitedly noticing the nesting scene in front of him, "I will get the Bacta," he said quickly retreating seeing the murderous expression across Bane's face as he sat up hissing at the droid.
You still didn't trust your mouth to make coherent sentences instead gently grabbing his shoulder and pulling him back down, noticing the slight snarl to his lips as he obeyed.
"I have the bacta, Mr. Bane!" Todo rushed over to you examining the barely visible marks on you from how high Bane had pulled the blankets over you.
You tried to reach up for it but he smacked your hands down with an audible thump, "Mr. Bane, behave! You've quiet made the lovely ne-"
"Todo, can it ya bag of bolts," he said lip continued to twitch as he opened the tube spreading generous amounts on your shoulders. He used one arm to prop himself up letting that hand gently rest on the side of your stomach and the other working in the bacta into every tooth mark his fingers could find. He applied an extra layer massaging it into with the tips of his un-nailed fingers before closing it and tossing it back at Todo, "ya best leave 'nd know it." Todo caught the tube and quickly dashed from the room leaving you two to bask in the afterglow. The intimacy of it made his skin want to shed as laid there catching his breath as his legs were entangled with yours and one hand gently laying on your stomach. Gonna wipe that lil droids memory latah, don' like any one seen ma like dis. "Told ya I would'a make ya shut ya trap," he mumbled hearing a soft laugh come from you that made him look up for a brief moment to see the genuine smile on your soft face.
Slowly the questions started flowing back into your head, "What... was good going to say?" you whispered.
"Woman...," he hissed, "nest," his body forced him to say as the little reptilian part of his brain was screaming to guard you as you soaked him in and give you what you needed.
You looked down at the outlaw, notorious for being rough, dangerous and cruel but now covered you protectively even though annoyance lace every feature while doing so, "When we walk out of this room I will forget it happened," you said trying to comfort his annoyance, Doesn't mean I won't think about it on a daily basis. Surprisingly you saw his face get angry, "What is it? I assumed that the mild intimacy of the aftermath of your cycle causes makes you uncomfortable as you said and I quote 'Quit bein' soft'." You heard the snap of his jaw the small grind of his teeth against each other and small alien click of his tongue. You fell silent not wanting to anger him further sensing he doesn't want to talk about it at all. You wiggled a little bit getting comfortable in the heat of the blankets but scooting just lightly away from him before letting your eyes shut caving to the need for a nap.
Bane let you sleep for about an hour before fussing at you to wake up to clean yourself, "Woman, betta gehet ya self up. Gehet outta bed before ya get one of dose mammal uti dings," he said shaking you a bit.
You groan, "I'm comfy," you complained.
"I'll let ya take the blankets to ya bunk but firs' clean it up," Bane grabbed the clothes out from under you and pulled back the blankets watching you shiver and reluctantly get up and walk over the mini refresher and close the door. Hearing you mumble, "Quit bein' soft, then cares about my health so confusing." He grumbled about not wanting to have to make another med station stop.
Sitting over the tiny toilet you let your hand trail down to your still drenched cunt spinning some it on your finger to examine the green tint to it, interesting. You finished cleaning yourself up heading back out to find your clothes laid out along with the blankets folded under them and Bane gone. That's more of what I expected from him, you thought quickly throwing the clothes on, wrapping the blankets in your arms and depositing them on the bunk noticing Bane noticeably absent. Is he avoiding me? You scowled at the thought. You grabbed fresh evening wear finding the main refresher hoping in the sonic to get the residue of sweat and him off before heading back into the bunk room and jumping up unto the bunk with your data pad wrapping yourself back up in the blankets. You looked at the time it was early into the next rotation but the nap had disturbed your sleep cycle so you stayed up attempting to look over the information disk but your mind still hadn't fully woken back up or focus on anything besides the way Bane touched you and looking at the faint bruises on your wrist. You groaned remembering how his long fingers had wrapped around your wrist overlapping. Shaking your head you pulled your eyes away finding a message from Hondo and laughed.
“Running off with Bane? Tsk tsk, Beautiful Stars, both of you were quite the show. Be safe, he is a dangerous fellow. When you need something real, you know where to find me.”
You rolled your eyes rereading it realizing it was one of the stupidest things you’d ever done, you thudded your head against your knees, “How stupid,” you practically yelled. You stared at the message realizing who ever was gunning for you or the both of you just got handed a loaded blaster, “Theoretically I destroyed the chips in our comms, logically their watching possibly even watched the encounter at the bar. It would be a bold assumption to conclude we’re an ‘item’ due based on just sexual chemistry but given the amount of times we’ve been seen together does seem like a conclusion a regular person would conclude. That does give us an advantage however because they’ll expect us to be together so if we split up it would give them an opportunity to attack…” you didn’t realize you were talking out loud until you finally heard Bane’s breathing in the tiny gap of silence watching him read Hondo’s displayed message.
“Do ya eva take a breath?” he said curtly.
You shut off the display, “On the occasion when my lungs demand it,” you said distractedly trying to piece together a plan but Bane still standing there kept distracting you, “Do you further require my assistance?” you asked switching off the pad looking at him, his hands on his hips, a toothpick in his mouth and everything perfectly back in place.
“Nah, heard da scream dan ya ramblin’.”
“Ah, apologies. I realized I made a mistake with the public display by drawing further unwanted attention to us.”
“Neva had a woman call ma a mistake. Ain’t no us.”
“I liked you better full of hormones,” you muttered quietly, “I am aware there is not an us, the glares by ex lovers on Corellia said every woman is a fleeting moment come and gone nor did I call you my mistake persay.”
“Ain’tchu one to talk, flirtin with ma, da Duros, da nurse, Hondo,” he grunted, “dar ain’t a you an’ anyone else ‘ther.”
You eyed him, he made an obvious point but it still stung, “Might give Hondo a shot. Poor man had been pinning after me though I’m not generally one for sharing,” you mumbled laying back and rolling over on your stomach turning your head towards the wall.
Bane took three long steps across across the room, a quick step up to the bunk and tossed the blankets back pressing himself into your backside wrapping his digits around the front of your throat and his free hand went around your waist gripping the region of your body between your mound and stomach, “Shut ya fuckin mouth.” His grip on your throat loosened at your silence smelling the fear coming off you his eyes flicked down to what you were wearing coming to the conclusion you completed defenseless under him. It stirred him enough to gently rubbed his hips across your ass, “Der ain’t no otha men when ya with me, got it.”
“You don’t need to pretend your interested in me. You needed to satisfy your cycle which from my research should be completed,” you expressed flatly trying to distract yourself and keep yourself calm. One of the most dangerous men in the galaxy in a prime position to kill you without the hormones making him a little soft he was one of the most cold blooded killers in the galaxy and you will start having to choose your words more carefully… Means I have to get my own tooth picks, you thought your lip sneering for a moment, why is that my first thought. You felt Bane get off, his boots thudding against the floor and watched his thin frame stand in the door frame, “Got it?” he repeated.
“Yes, Mr. Bane,” you said formally watching him walk off. You finally swallowed the frog in your throat twisting to lay on your back before hoping down and tucking two of your vibro knifes under your pillow before laying back down. Your fingers traced where his fingers had been before shaking your head, pulling the blankets close letting sleep take you.
Todo woke you early several hours later curled up in the blankets, “What are you doing with those?” he gasped, “I bet Mr. Bane would love to know you’ve been going through his personal belonging.”
So Bane did erase his memory of last night, “be my guest, he told me too take them.”
Todo raised a finger then lowered it, “Get dressed we’re at our next destination.”
“Is there any Caf?” You asked sitting up rubbing your eyes.
“Two rooms to the left,” Todo said scampering off.
You jumped down finding the body suit you first meet him in throwing a baggy layer over it before finding the room that was almost a kitchen. Bane was already sitting there sipping on a cup. Ignoring his gaze you scared the drawers finding the caf and cups. You made yourself a cup adding sweater not trusting the unlabeled creamer. Finding the table had two chairs, you forced yourself to sit across from him in silence playing out your pad finding another message from Hondo “Lived to tell the tale?” you wanted to smile but forced your face to remind neutral, “Lived, yes. A tale to tell? No,” you replied watching Hondo’s reply pop up almost immediately, “Shame, wasteful of such a beauty. Good luck on your score.” You closed the messages finding Bane staring at the pad.
“Hondo making sure I lived through the evening.”
“Don’ ye start gossipin ‘bout me.”
“There is nothing to gossip about. Nothing happened,” you said coldly sipping the revoltingly hot caf, “Anyway when we’re in a town I have a couple things I need to acquire.”
Bane’s eyes darted into daggers, his frozen blood beginning to inferno in his veins, “Like what?”
“Additional blankets, toothpicks, and some decent creamer.”
Bane’s eyes turned into red slits, “What’s wrong with ma blankets?”
“Todo made it sound like I was in trouble for having them. It would be prudent if I acquire my own so it’s not a further issue.”
“He ten’s to run his trap, ignore’im.”
“I still rather procure my own,” you said taking another sip.
“Why not just take ma picks?”
“And if I need one in public? Todo already made the point you don’t share. I’ll attain my own, theirs is already enough of a target on our backs.”
The cup broke in Bane’s hand sending the near room temperature caf gushing all over the table, he wiped his hand on a towel and stood over you staring you down. He grabbed your baggy shirt collar yanking you up and kicking the chair sending it clattering away yanking you towards the wall. The fear made him loosen his grip, “Furst ya reject my nesting blankets an’ dan have da audacity to not just ask meh just hand ya a pick?”
“It is a matter of principle. ‘Ain’t no us,’ so it would be morally wrong for hold onto them longer then necessary and when has anyone asked Cad Bane for something without paying him? I am not lady like enough to carry a purse with credits everywhere nor it would prudent to exchange the knifes in my concealments for credits.”
“Woman…” he growled hovering his face close yours feeling your breath on his cool skin warming him, “ya just enjoy throwin my word back at ma, don’ya?”
“I consider it citing information from the source.”
“Lil smart mouth.”
You watched him close his narrow eyes close as he closed the clasp between you kissing you with his thin lips letting his tongue shove its way in to dance along the side of yours, stroking it and making circles it. You felt his hand release your shirt moving down to fondle your breast and the other hand down to your ass. You couldn’t help the small chuckle when you heard his hat fall off, Bane replied with growl and he pulled away to turn towards his hats seeing it in the spilled caf.
“Drat, it ‘twas nice hat,” he walked over picking it up and shoved open the door, “Todo!” With in a few moments the droid showed up, “Clean da mess up. Leave ‘er ’lone ‘bout the blankets or I’ll leave ya full of holes ‘nd get ‘er one of my extra toothpick tins.”
“Mr. Bane, I am not a butler droid. I am a techno service droid.”
“Now,” he huffed strutting off to save his hat.
“Toothpick are in that drawer,” Todo said pointing at the far counter drawer, “Mr. Bane has taken an unusual liking to you. First the toothpicks and now his nesting blankets. It’s odd.”
“He deleted your memory of last night, we took care of his… cycle.”
“That would explain the health information and lapse in time. However those are very dear to him.”
“Why?”
“I made’em,” you heard Bane’s metallic drawl behind you, “Gehet movin let’ go,” he said tapping the heel of his boot.
“Of course,” you tucked the tin in your pocket and followed after him.
The smell of various foods clung in the air, “Smell’s delicious,” you noted looking around at the residential area and the bustling foot traffic and restaurants and hotels as far as the eye could see. You watched Bane grind his teeth back and forth seeing the toothpick tilt up and down.
“ ‘ngry?”
“Yes.”
“Pic’a place.”
“Wouldn’t it be better to eat after-“
“Now.”
You started walking eyeing each place until you found one that looked semi appealing. You strolled in, the atmosphere was almost romantic. It was dark inside, each booth was dimly lit with the faint trace of music playing. Surprisingly Bane followed you inside without so much as a grumble sliding into the booth across from you tiling his hat down to where his eyes were barely noticeable. You ordered simple but hearty and he ordered the most basic thing on the menu. Fingers fidgeted with the silverware as the silence hung in the air but Bane wasn’t a man of many words. He ate fast and you tried to keep up but didn’t last long but he didn’t say anything. You watched him tilt his head up turning your eyes in that direction seeing the man watch you from the other side of the restaurant.
“Didn’ take em long,” Bane grunted.
“Take care of him or let him follow?”
“Wanna show me ya fire?”
You smiled, “I told you wouldn’t like it,” you stood up slammed your hands on the table and glared at him, “Seriously Bane! The nerve! Everyone is talking about it!” You stormed out of the restaurant side eyeing the man watching the scene.
Bane watched the man approach him and did his best to be grumpy, “Wha’ya want?”
“I take it the ladies no longer spoken for?” Bane recognized the man’s nastily accent.
“Woman,” is all he muffed out. He wanted the man follow after you from the window for a distance before following him discreetly letting you play out whatever scheme you had in store. He watched you talking to the man in the alleyway, flirting with him pretending not to notice the restraints in his back pocket mildly sticking out. He most have thought he was chatting you up real well when you ran your hands down chest grabbing the cuffs and slapping it on him. Bane watched in fascination as you placed a blade into his shoulder. He saw your tantalizing finger motion him forward, grinning he walked over watching the man bleeding down his shirt.
“It would for the best of you started talking, I am far kinder then Bane.”
The man turned to Bane grinning, “Do you how much he bounty on her is?”
“Excuse me? There is not a bounty on me that I am aware of.”
“Front pocket.”
Bane reaches into the man’s pocket and saw the Holo of her face and reward, “Why would he have a bounty on you?” Bane said turning around showing the bounty chip from Jabba.
“She’s been missing for a year, she’s very valuable to them.”
“Why’d ya go on vacation?”
“Just wanted a break.”
“No bad blood?” Bane said.
“No.”
“A’ight, let’s go clear dis up,” Bane shot the man, grabbing the restraints off his wrist quickly slapped them on your wrist cinching them tightly, “Don’ wan’cha running,” he said giving you a little shove, “Get walk’in.”
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hanasnx · 1 year
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(not my images i only found them on pinterest and edited some coloring for panels 1 & 3 using vsco)
this outfit of cad’s was elite and i’m in love w him
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itsagrimm · 2 years
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The Fire
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Cad Bane X she/her able-bodied reader
Beta read by the amazing @queenquazar , Duros biology got some input by the equally amazing Spoiledyoghurt (Ao3)
Note: kinda forgot that we actually have Cad Bane’s official ship name. Just pretend I always used “The Justifier”. sorry.
CN: violence, mentions of alcohol and being drunk, guns and weapons, bit of stalker-ish behavior, fighting, arson, getting carried and grabbed, biting, tracking, hunting
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After three rotations of travel, the ship left hyperspace and Nar Shaddaa - the smuggler's moon and heart of the galactic criminal world - was in front of you.
It was an implausible sight. While sitting in the co-pilot's seat you stared at it, yet unable to grasp what your eyes perceived. You had read about Coruscant, Nar Shaddaa and other ecumenopolis, where entire surfaces of planets or moons were covered in urban sprawl. Yet seeing it felt like seeing a droid’s absurd dream.
“Dank farrik.” You whispered.
Boba pushed a few buttons and commenced landing while you had little choice but to watch and wait. You did not know how to pilot and had little experience traveling through space. It was expensive and you were not the type of person swimming in credits.
A jolt went through the ship as it tilted and you finally landed on the plattform. With the gravity shift, you suddenly had to crawl out of the cockpit to follow Boba to the exit where he turned towards you.
“Remember,” he said. “This is just a quick stop to mostly get some attention. Stay close to me. It’s dangerous here.”
You nodded without arguing. At some point he had to look away from you, giving you a chance to slip away. Better to keep Boba in the illusion of your humility.
“Let’s go.” Boba called and stepped off the ship.
The landing platform and local harbor sprawled as far as you could see. Trask had a decent size harbor, bringing in a steady amount of travelers into your cantina. This was bigger than any harbor you had ever seen. Ships landed and started wherever you looked, and people of all kinds moved and scurried around. It was a fascinating sight.
All of them were armed.
Suddenly Boba with his head to toe armor did not appear as outlandish as he had on Trask. Rather it was you who was noticeably off without a blaster or practical protective gear in your simple, unwashed, and partially borrowed clothing.
I look weak.
Instantly you lifted your head up and straightened your shoulders in a sorry attempt to hide that. The last thing you needed in escaping Boba was getting caught by somebody else.
“We’ll walk around a bit. Do some shopping first.” Boba explained and took you by the hand.
It was an odd gesture, nearly like a child gripping their parent’s hand.
You squeezed reassuringly to not betray your plans of getting away from him the first moment he would let go.
Boba led you through several streets and alleys until you reached a huge place on the surface full of neat market stands offering every imaginable or unimaginable thing in the galaxy. Droids and sentiments with the ability to fly, moved above your head, carrying around packages of what must be goods from the market. And voices called around you - some in Galactic Basic, Huttese or Ryl but most foreign and unknown to you.
Boba elbowed his way through, while dragging you behind him.
At a market stand for fruits and meal kits he stopped, ordered a bunch of things to be delivered to the ship, before turning towards you.
“Do you need anything?”
“Oh, I have a say in that?” You stared at him in disbelief.
“What?” He shrugged. “Do you think after 3 rotations of you shivering and borrowing my clothes, I won’t ask? No, my dad taught me to treat women better.”
“Oh, Boba,” You could not help yourself teasing him. ”Are you worried about me or about running out of clean socks?”
Boba tilted his head. With his helmet it was hard to tell what he was thinking.
“Both,” He finally admitted.
“How chivalrous. Your dad must be proud.”
He paused. “We will travel on for a while after this. If you need something, now is the time to get it.” He finally explained.
“Do I get a permanent toothbrush spot in the refresher too?”
You felt like you accidentally developed x-ray-sight for you could see how Boba rolled his eyes under his helmet. “I have a few things I need.” You returned to a more casual tone, dropping the teasing. Best to leave Boba the illusion of you staying close to him.
Boba nodded as you listed a few plausible things - toiletries and some clothes. Again, like a man on a mission, Boba took you by the hand and moved you to one stall after another to get your things. Silently, he paid for everything and ordered it to be delivered to the ship before pushing his way out of the market area and into a darker alley. Dutifully, and without a chance to escape his iron grip, you tagged along.
“Now that we got everything,” Boba started, “Let’s get us some attention.”
“Have you come up with something?” You inquired, hoping it was something to help you get out.
“Yes.” Boba swallowed audibly through the modulator. ”We're gonna pick a fight in a cantina.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Pretty sure just a cantina fight will not draw enough attention. They happen here every day.”
Having seen all those weapons everybody on Nar Shaddaa wore around so casually, you weren’t particularly keen on starting a fight.
“We will have to make it convincing then. It will work.” Boba stated without much room for argument.
Stars help me.
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Cad Bane had promised himself only to pass through the market where TODO had claimed to see her. Bane swore that he hadn’t packed up quickly and wasn’t actively looking for his lil’ loth cat. And, he nearly persuaded himself that he didn’t take a detour to his ship just for the chance of catching a glimpse for her.
No, this was ridiculous and he needed to get it together. He needed to return to his life as a bounty hunter and ban all thoughts of her into that sorry little corner of his mind, where he ventured only during especially dark, lonely or drunk moments of his life.
He stalked through the shadows of the backstreets; always on the lookout and avoiding being seen out of habit for all those enemies and unfriendly acquaintances he had made on the long way to becoming who he was now.
“I wonder how she got here to Nar Shaddaa?” TODO babbled right next to him. ”I accidentally passed her and would not believe my photonic receptors, so I scanned her just to make sure but-”
Bane growled to shut the droid up. The last thing he needed was a droid giving input about the woman he tried to forget. Already being here was a vulnerability Bane hated to admit to.
Pushing his hat down, he made his way nearly to the space harbor before coming to an abrupt halt.
Right in front of him, only a few short steps out of the shadows, and about to enter a sleazy cantina, was the lil’ loth cat. Gravity pulled him towards her like she was a massive star and he - nothing but a little rock drifting in space, getting crushed and set ablaze just by her presence.
He stared at her, unable to move.
She walked with her chin high and her back upright. As always, she punished the world around her with a gaze that could melt Hoth if the glaciers there gave her a reason to. Combined with it, was the nearly ever present teasing smirk on her lips, ready to laugh even Death in the face. And yet, with his sharp Duro senses he saw her little human heart beat and that delicious spot at her neck move rhythmically.
Brave lil’ one.
He could not suppress his admiration for her. Even being in one of the most dangerous places in the galaxy and with her heart beating in fear, lil’ lady proved herself admirably stoic from the outside.
Someone called her and grabbed her by the hand.
It irked Bane how harshley this stranger grabbed her, suppressing a disapproving growl to not draw attention to himself. He followed the armored arm up with his eyes to the face of the sorry creature Bane briefly considered tearing into pieces for touching her like that, before he froze in motion.
It was Jango’s helmet.
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You glanced around the cantina. It was not much different than the one you worked at back home.
Home.
What a funny thing to think of now. There was no way you could ever return there, it would be the first place for the bounty hunters to look for her.
Another thought you pushed away to concentrate on the here and now.
The room was mostly lit by the rays of natural light falling through the transpari steel windows and illuminated screens showing bounties and the local menu. You rolled your eyes at the menu.
3 brands of cheap spotchka and thinly brewd kork beer.
The professional barkeeper in you was disappointed. The people of Nar Shaddaa deserved better drinks.
“You want a drink?”, Boba asked and pushed you softly towards the counter.
“Hoth, no.”
He tilted his helmed head in question, making you sigh.
“Kork beer is basically just water,” You explained. “And ‘Blue Yonder’, ‘the Spirit’s Spirit‘ and ‘Abyss’ are famously bad spotchka brands. I would even be hesitant calling ‘Blue Yonder’ spotchka.”
It was true. As a barkeeper you had tried basically every liquor brand tolerable to humans at least once. You had to know what you were serving to your customers after all. But as much as cutting costs was necessary in every cantina you worked before, all those brands and especially the most affordable ‘Blue Yonder’ was known to be no more than ethanol mixed with a bit of meiloorun juice to give it some flavor and coloring. It tasted like someone mixed ship fuel with sweetener. You vividly remembered the burning, nearly painful sensation of the little sample. You had shared it with your boss, before collectively deciding that even the cheapest way to get to blue yonder was not worth ‘Blue Yonder’.
“That bad, huh?” Boba concluded.
“Oh, yes. Drinking this feels like aging a thousand times faster on the spot.”
“Well, you will know more about aging,” The teen chuckled.
“Oi,” you protested playfully, “Have a little more respect for your elders.”
Boba just chuckled more and leaned against the counter.
“Okay, who should we start with?”He asked.
“Boba,” you asked carefully, eyeing him with worry. “Are you suggesting you just beat one of them up?”
“Why not?”
You were at a loss of words.
“Boba, no…” You tried.
“What? Are you scared?”
“Don’t dare me like a kid,” Annoyance dripped off your words. “This just feels a bit … excessive. Is that really necessary?”
“It will give us the attention we need.”
You looked around the sorry cantina guests staring into their cups, mumbling with each other or sleeping in varying positions of comfort.
“Are you sure this-” You stilled as a tall shadow appeared in the entrance.
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Bane retreated more into the shadows of the alley to consider his next steps. The Duro hunting instinct pushed him to just get into the cantina, blasters blazing and get his woman.
But she wasn’t his. He had pushed her away. He didn't even know how she got here. Maybe she wanted this.
His mouth sunk into a disapproving curve. It was rude and invasive of him to perceive her this way, but something pushed him to check if she was okay and find out how she got here. And then he would back off and leave her be.
Yeah, just check. This means nothing. But this armor…
“TODO,” he growled, “Get to the Harbor and request the list of ships currently docked.”
“But I am not a protocol-” 
Bane groaned in annoyance.
“After you get it, send it to me before returning to The Justifier and preparing my ship for take off. Got it?”
“Of course, Master Bane.” The droid chirped and went off.
Alone, the bounty hunter leaned against the wall and collected his thoughts. The last news he had of Jango Fett, his former partner, was of his death. And yet someone was here, wearing exactly that armor right next to his - no, the lil’ lady. He was sure it was the same armor, even with the change in color. He had seen that armor so often, memorized every dent, every scratch, every clasp he had to open to get the skin beneath it. Bane was ready to swear on his life and a considerable amount of his fortune that this was Jango’s armor.
But how?
Who?
and why?
He snarled disapprovingly. Jango had left years ago only to get himself killed by a Jedi. Damn Jedi. Another reason to hate them. They had taken the chance from Bane to ask Jango what had made him leave and then, considering Jango’s reason, maybe beheading the old rattle box himself. But Jango was dead. And yet someone was there wearing the armor and dragging the loth cat lady around.
Bane felt his Duro hunting instincts tingle. He took a deep breath not to get lost in the deep detached and concentrated Duro-on-the-hunt-state. As much as he enjoyed the simplicity of the fight, he needed his mind clear and present.
He peeked under the brim of his hat and considered his options.
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Cold sweat gathered on your temples at the sight of Aurra and Bossk entering the cantina. Aurra stalked closer with steady and determined steps while Bossk stopped and leaned next to the only exit in sight, guarding it.
“Well, well, well,” Aurra purred in a strange friendly voice as she reached the bar. “Look who we got here?”
“Aurra, good to see you.” Boba greeted equally superficially before casually stepping in front of you and getting his armored body between you and the tall armed bounty hunter.
“Hi,” You managed, already regretting speaking up. You really needed to learn how to shut up.
Aurra shot you a look and you suppressed a flinch, instead smiling politely.
“Boba,” Aurra continued while leaning casually against the bar. ”Care to introduce us? I recall seeing this human on Trask before you left us there out of the blue…”
“Yeah, about that.” Boba continued. “This is my aunt. You understand that in my circum-”
“Your aunt?” the woman sneered. “From your mothers side?”
With fast and strong fingers she grabbed Boba at the side of the helmet and slammed him on the top of the bar counter before Boba could reply anything.
“Don’t give me this bantha crap, Boba.“ Aurra hissed. “Who is this woman? Does she have a connection to Bane? Did you get her away from us so that you would not have to share the reward from luring him out and bringing him in?”
Boba staggered and gripped the counter to recover from the hit.
He groaned.
You stared at the two bounty hunters in front of you. Boba might be your kidnapper but he was effectively a polite, somewhat troubled kid. Aurra on the other hand… You felt a rush of deep seated fear surfacing as she looked up and stared at you with piercing eyes.
“Enlighten me,” she challenged. “Who are you and what do you have to do with Bane?”
“Oh,” You managed while stepping backwards before being able to stop yourself. “Sorry for causing so much trouble. I haven’t seen my nephew in years. His mother and I drifted apart so I did not recognize dear little Boba first. Hadn’t seen each other in years.”
Aurra smiled maliciously.
Shit, You said something wrong.
You felt yourself lean against the counter to get closer to anything you could use as a weapon.
“Oh yeah? So Boba is your sister's son?”
Boba huffed and straightened up again.
You peeked over the counter. Just big spotchka bottles, cups and a few boxes of matches. Kriff.
“U-hu. One big happy family reunion” You managed.
“Touching. Family truly is something special.”
Aurra drew her blaster from the holster on her thigh and aimed at you.
You stopped breathing.
“Stop playing around. I hate being lied to and I retaliate on principle for it.”
“Aurra.” Boba spoke up again. “I can explain, lower your weapon. Please.”
A part of you registered the teens pleading tone for your life. But most of you could not think about anything other than the massive blaster trained at you. You were going to die. You felt yourself getting shaky and weak in the knees before you took a quick breath.
No, kriff them all. This ain’t the end of it yet.
You smiled at Aurra, not averting your gaze from her, and pushed down your fear.
“It was disappointingly easy to predict you would go to Nar Shaddaa, Boba.” Aurra hissed. “It's always Coruscant, Tatooine or Nar Shaddaa with the beginners. And Nar Shaddaa was the closest. But now tell me who this woman is, for she sure as Hoth is not your aunt. Or, I'll shoot her.”
Before Aurra could trigger the blaster, she stumbled. Boba had tackled her, using her being distracted by you. A blaster bolt hissed past you and you crouched down to avoid more shots.
You looked around, everything fell apart around you. Aurra and Boba rolled over the floor and fought to get the upper hand. Other customers of the cantina drew their weapons and encircled the two fighters on the floor while others crawled under the table to hide from more possible blaster bolts.
Someone grabbed you by the neck from behind.
“Tell me, why are you so much trouble? You must be valuable.” It was another customer. A tall, human and unfortunately strong man had picked you up as if you weighed nothing.
“Let me go!” You demanded, kicking and shoving against him.
He only laughed at you before you lashed out at him, scratching at him and aiming for the eyes. In surprise he let go of you, dropping you onto the floor. Disoriented, you tried crawling away from him but he caught you by the leg and pulled you closer. You cried out in surprise and kicked at his hand, hearing an ugly sound of some bones breaking. The man yelled in pain yet did not let go. You kicked again, aiming at the other hand grabbing onto your leg.
Before you could land another hit someone jumped over you and crashed into the man. You did not waste time checking who it was and stumbled up, turning to the door. The cantina had completely fallen into chaos with customers brawling, Aurra holding Boba in a headlock while the teen kicked his head back up to land a hit at her jaw, Bossk and your attacker behind you interlocked in another violent mess of limbs and heavy breathing. So it must have been the trandoshan who had intervened for you.
With Bossk gone from guarding the door, there was nothing stopping you from fleeing. You made a short step in the direction of the door before reconsidering and grabbing a few bottles of cheap spotchka and matches. With the heavy load in your hands you stumbled through the fighting mess, before making it to the door. Quickly you opened the bottles and started pouring them out in the doorway. You needed to gain time to flee, making it hard or impossible for the bounty hunters to follow you.
Determined you lit up a match and threw it at the blue liquid.
Instantly the cheap spotchka caught fire, roaring high and hungry and - most importantly - making it pretty impossible for anyone to follow you outside this way.
You stumbled away from the flames and into the alley. Smoke was rising up and you coughted, first time becoming aware of how heavy you were breathing and how hot you felt from the fight.
You turned around and started to run as fast as possible, leaving the angry shouts behind you and ignoring the pain in your lungs. As fast as you could you made through the alleys - further and further into the deep dark streets of Nar Shaddaa - running, stumbling, crawling. At some point you left the surface and went down using the stairs and lifts in the hope of shaking off any possible pursuer and even jumping over a few chasm’s between walkways just to make sure. 
After you felt like you would pass out from your lungs hurting, you dared stopping at a little, secluded corner and leaned against a wall. 
Tired and defeated, you slid down. You took a few deep breaths of air to help the pain in your lungs subside. After a while of controlled breathing you started to feel better, your legs still shaky yet not as boneless as the last few desperate jumps you made to escape.
You bend your knees who had gotten bruised at some point, and hug yourself before finally allowing yourself to feel. Tears started to roll down your cheeks and little gasps escaped you, fighting for air again as everything came crashing down on you.
You had fought.
You had fought for your life and then you had set a fire to help you escape. You had been kidnapped, attacked, threatened, insulted, yelled at - all for a man that wasn’t even there.
Frustrated, you punched against the wall next to you.
Kriff, that hurt.
You wanted to go home, back on Trask to crawl into your bed and sleep. You wanted to take a long hot bath, get some fresh clothes and then lament about the whole experience to Luna while stealing some of the good spotchka from the cantina. You wanted to have a good cooked meal with some time to enjoy it and be alone for a while. You wanted to forget that boy Boba who talked about hurting people as if it’s nothing. Or Bossk who stared down at you like you were nothing. Or Aurra who’s piercing stare made you feel looked at like a little insect under a magnifying glass.
But instead you had become the perceived key for all of them to a man who obviously was gone - yet everybody was out there to remind you of him.
Cad Bane, if I ever cross your path again, I’m gonna slap you for this.
You allowed yourself a few more luxurious moments of wailing and self-pity. As the tears washed away a little bit of that burden resting on your shoulders, you hugged your bruised knees closer to your body and started thinking about what to do now.
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Cad Bane would have starred at the lil’ loth cat lady doing arson with raised eyebrows if he had any body hair. Watching her splashing and pouring the spotchka generously into the doorway and then torching up the place took guts. And it had been an effective way to stop anyone following her, maybe even killing a few of her pursuers.
He felt himself nodding silently in appreciation for her displayed work. Maybe the lil’ loth cat had it under control, finding her path through the galaxy and doing what needed to be done to ensure her safety without his help. She clearly did not need anyone as far as Bane was concerned. He had seen professionals doing worse. Maybe it was time to leave; do some work, whore around and get drunk to forget her.
He was about to leave as he watched Bossk finally shoot through the reinforced transpari steel window and stumble out of the burning cantina. Right after him was Aurra, a bunch of people Bane did not recognize, and the person in Jango Fett’s armor. All of them coughed, wretched or collapsed into the street.
“Where issss she?” Bane heard Bossk yell between coughs. “Where did ssssshe go? Can’t sssseel a kriffing thing due to the sssmoke.”
Aurra coughed violently and shook her head.
“Boba!” The huge trandoshan managed to call between coughs before getting up to his full size and grabbing the person in Jango’s armor.
“Who issss that woman, Boba?” The trandoshan growled, squinting his eyes. “Tell me now or I sssswear you will die here on the ssssspot.”
Boba, the person wearing the armor, stayed silent. Bane had to give the stranger some credit for not whimpering and breaking instantly under Bossk’s angry gaze.
The trandoshan sighed, ripped off the helmet and pushed Boba against the next wall.
“Ssspeak!”
Bane felt like something was off with gravity. The revealed face under Jango’s helmet was Jango. Younger maybe. But it was identical.
Anger, rage and regret roared up their ugly heads inside of him, clawing from his mind at his sanity. This was impossible.
It can’t be Jango.
“Okay, okay. I’ll talk” said the boy with Jango’s face and voice. Bane flinched at the sound.
“The woman is connected to Bane. Maybe his lover or girlfriend. Not sure what exactly but worth a try to draw him out this way. That's why I brought her here.” The boy coughed. “By causing enough ruckus he would hear about her being in danger and show up. Let me go and I’ll find her.”
Bane felt gravity shift a second time. He was the reason she was in danger. Instead of ensuring her safety he was the reason his lil’ loth cat was in danger. And from none other than his closest colleagues and competitors Aurra and Bossk.
And whoever that miniature-Jango over there was.
But why? Why this interest in finding him? Bounty hunter came and went. And he just had taken a bit of time off. 
Something wasn’t adding up.
Bane closed his eyes, listened to Aurra, Bossk and Boba coughing their lungs out in the hopes of gathering more intel only to hear nothing except more painful and dry gasps.
Impatiently Bane drummed with his finger against the brim of his hat.
He had to find her first, he was sure of that.
Just to make sure she was safe, nothing more of course.
And he had to apologize for causing her all of this.
This mess with the Hutts, the wrong Jango, Aurra and Bossk had to wait.
He needed to track her first.
His mind calmed as Bane slipped into his predatory hunting state of mind, thinking of nothing but her, remembering her warm human skin, her hair, her proud gaze and most and foremost - her smell.
Bane stalked through the streets of Nar Shaddaa tracking the lady. It was rare for him to tap into his duros predatoriness this much. He liked using his mind more instead of relying on purely his tracking instincts. And in a world full with spaceships and racers they rarely were useful anyway. But now, he needed the sharpness of his senses focused to find her despite the many distracting smells around him, the smoke from the arson, or her attempts to loosen any pursuers.
He crouched down.
She had touched the ground here, maybe stumbled and rolled over the floor before getting up again to run.
Bane made a face at the thought of her hurting herself and lifted his hat. He needed to get close to get her scent. Pushing all the thoughts away thinking about how odd it was and how rarely he did this, he licked. A few molecules of her scent danced on his tongue and he closed his eyes to concentrate on it. It was a sweet smell, making him remember more pleasurable things than crouching in the dirt. It was a smell that made him want to bite. 
He got up and put his hat back on to calm himself. The excitement of the hunt was dangerously close to overcoming him.
She wasn’t his prey.
She…
Bane started moving to follow her, driven by the will to find her. Her smell was a beacon in the dark. He chased her while passing people that quickly gave way. He must look ferocious with his eyes gleaming and his bared teeth. She had gone far away, running deeper and deeper into the maze-like structure of Nar Shaddaa but Bane stalked her with a steady pace, sometimes close enough to hear her steps running and running and running away from him. Sometimes she was nearly gone. Bane growled and listened for her, his sharp senses ignoring everything but the target, no not target she was not-
Her heartbeat was close by, on the other side of a chasm between walkways. He jumped after her without much consideration for himself.
He picked her scent again, her smell being close by.
She had touched the wall to catch herself, the humidity and heat still visible on the permacrete for his sharpened eyes. Bane put his own long hand next to her’s on the wall to ground himself.
She was so small, so human.
More of her smell made it onto his tongue as he licked the wall in instinct for more of her.
She was close and her smell was…
He started running.
Something was hurting her. The agony a bitter taste in his mouth, making his teeth grind painfully and drawing blood from biting into his lips in a sorry attempt for control.
He jumped down a few more stairs, leaning into his instincts to track her and protect her from any possible attackers, before rushing down a longer secluded corridor and scanning for attackers or a sign of her.
He growled, pacing around and looking for his loth cat lady. Her scent was so strong she must have been here.
“Bane?”
Something moved in the corner of his eyes between some pipes so he jumped with bared teeth and his hands up for attack, slamming into whoever it was.
The smell of her hit him like a wall, her heartbeat fast like of a little animal, little fearful sounds escaped her as she struggled against his iron grip and his teeth -
He stumbled back while letting go of her.
She was there in front of him. Starring in surprise with teary eyes and her hand raised on her shoulder where he had bit her.
He felt his mouth go dry at the sight of the wound.
“I am sorry. I-”, he started while raising his hands in a soothing gesture.
“Bane?!” She yelled with a voice dancing between anger, pain and the incoming shock. “ Did you just kriffing bite me?!”
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clone wars textposts bc these idiots won't leave me alone part 1/?
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"Nemesis"
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The only reason Maul and Cad Bane were not in Kenobi was because if Obi-wan saw them he would have immeadiately shoved them both on to a ship, shot it in to space and blew it up
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I forgot I wanted to share some shading and flat colors for this one. As almost always I like the BW more than the final thing dammit, someone help. Bane's space horse friend Rana is created and designed by @renek-bane!
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Play with Fire / Cad Bane ~ part 6
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Summary: Cad Bane sets foot in a library looking for information, quickly coming to learn you were more then the average librarian. As a former Bounty Hunter you decide to help out, you’re smart and that’s an asset he could use but that wise mouth has him wondering what use he could use and if it would be worth it (-> Part of the series but not necessary, mostly smut and no plot. Just Bane’s biological clock ticking)
Warning: Smut, PIV, Oral (F receiving), Alien Anatomy, Cad being Cad 😂, Dom/Soft Cad, possessive Bane
Part 5 Part 7
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The moment both of you were off Duros, Bane relaxed but that didn't help the physiological urge starting to bubble up from the depths of their containment within his dna. He stalked you where ever you were on the ship as a protective shadow. He scowled knowing he was being overbearing making you eat and sleep even holding you in bed longer to make sure you got the necessary sleep for your mammalian body. Your scent was intoxicating, drowning out most of his facade and rational mind just leaving the reptilian urge to prove he was the best mate for you. Not once did you complain about his erratic behavior nor when he turned up the heat on the ship.
You put the fork down and studied him, the metal click pulling him up from his food to stare at you. Smiling, you put your elbow on the table and rested your hand on your face mesmerized by him, the horizon color of his eyes to the familiar calm sea of his skin. You had no idea how that a man equally as callous and dangerous could be so... you didn't even have a word for it. Beautiful? He leaned back in his chair letting you eye him in his shirt and hat, "Wat ya lookin at?" he asked, "ya need'a eat."
"I could get use to this when it happens," you continued to smiled turning your attention back to your food knowing he'd keep telling you to eat until you finished the plate. He grabbed the empty dishes and put them in the sink, "How long does this last?" you asked staring at the back side him, not bothering to hide the fact you were undressing his lean form with your eyes.
"Dunno, ya bein on Duro changing dings. Finally your smell startin to calm down."
"My smell?" you glared.
"Woman.. ugh, ya fertility change."
"Oh," you blinked, you were aware that being on the planet could cause conception but it was still low you didn't even think of the biological side effects. You're mouth fell open stunned, "Could... everyone smell that?" not many things embarrassed you but this was one of them.
"Maybeh," is all he said.
"That posing the question if I should be here if my 'fertility' hasn't return to incompatible."
Bane shrugged walking over to you, inhaling your scent. Alluring, powerful, and divine, it made him just want to sink his fangs into you. He felt his jaw move but pulled back feeling the tips of teeth barely touch your delicate skin. He pulled away, "Why did you stop?" he heard you ask, "I'll make ya mine soon'nough."
"I'm already yours," you pointed out, "but that didn't answer the question."
"It's ya choice and ya know dat aint what I meant."
"I still don't entirely understand but I am aware I am special to you none the less."
Bane scowled pulling you into his lap as you tried walking pass, his arm wrapped around your hip and his thumb gently caressing your hip the other pouring you another glass of water noticing the faint sweat across your skin, "Drink'it," he said holding it in front if you.
You were tempted not to take it to see what he would do but not wanting to push your luck with him yet. Yet being the key word. Sipping it you let one hand trial across his arm, you felt his face plant itself into your back and the purring begin. "I'm glad you like that." He grumbled but it was short.
"Mr. Bane, I finished the bunk modification you requested," Todo said zooming in.
"Bunk modifications?" You said craning your head to look at him.
He stood up keep you in his arm setting you down infront of him, "Go'look."
You arched an eyebrow but followed after Todo who complaining about not being an structural architect droid the whole way. The once two tier bunk was now sawed up and connected together on the floor making one large bed.
"Whatcha think?" he asked, there was an inflection in this voice of near excitement.
"I think when your cycle is over you are going to hate not having privacy, but I do like it much better then both of us sharing a tiny bunk."
"Der's a floor if I need space," he deflated broodingly noticing Todo had already brought in the trunk.
"It is almost time," Todo said looking you up and down with mild disgust, "Although I do not think she should be here until afterwards there is always next-"
"Leave," Bane growled, Todo tried to reason with him but the moment Bane's shoulders hunch Todo went running.
"Bane..." you said moving towards the wild postured man, you pressed your chest to his back letting one hand trial up his chest landing in the center of his chest, "take me to bed," you whispered feeling him come around with one arm and drag you towards the beds. Your fingers touched the hat reminding him. He grumbled sitting it on the peg on the wall.
"Anythin' else?"
You let your fingers trace his thin frame, "surprise me," you winked climbing into the bed watching him slowly peeling off things humorously making it a show out of it. Until he had nothing but his tooth pick.
"Like whatcha see?" He smirked.
You knew he was being serious as much as he was trying to hide it, you indulged him letting your eyes slowly trialed his form. Bane was perfectly lean, no real defined muscle but there was no denying his strength and ability, perfect even with faint traces of white healed scars here and there. You beckoned him forward with out one finger, letting your hands touch his cool skin trailing up his arms thumbing every scar down to his chest and thighs. Smiling at his silence as you look up into the red eyes peering down at you. You leaned up and took the toothpick from him mouth pulling into a full grin, "You're the best specimen I've ever seen," you watched him go taunt for a second before flicking the toothpick out of your mouth pulling you up further on the bed gripping your ass the whole way kneading it with the tips of his fingers, "I mean that," you said matter of factly cocking your head at him at the sudden stillness, "What?"
Bane looked at you how beautiful you were, "Yer smart 'nuff to know the buttons you're pushing."
Your hands trailed down the front of his perfect form, "You'd be the best mate for," Bane cut off the rest of the sentence with his mouth, "Hush lil lady," he breathed in between kisses.
"Cad Bane, scared of having kids?" you teased, you felt the vibrations of the low growl, "Or is just having grubs with me?" You whimpered when his teeth sank into your shoulder as his hands worked your pants pushing them down. The tip of his digit trialed it's way down to your clit coaxing it to want him as you felt his scent seep into the wound. You pushed down your pants further kicking them off wrapping your bare legs around his. Bane finally pulled off your shoulder, taking his hand off of your to rip the shirt up and off. You sheepishly grinned at him offering the other side and snapping your teeth at him, there wasn't a moment of hesitation from him. You squirmed hearing him moan as you marked him back, "hard'a," he breathed. You tighten your jaw against his neck feeling his tip coat your entrance with his slick before pushing his way in, "kark, woman," he breathed. You lifted your teeth just enough to let your tongue flicked the wound as he slammed into you, you repeated it until you dazed just wrapping your arms around his neck. Your eyes were barely opened as you stared up at him, every inch of your body burning. You released your hold on his legs as he moved up planting his knees next to your ass. Wearily you brought your finger to his mouth looking at the light green ooze on his fangs and swiped it. He stopped staring as you put it in your mouth watching your tongue explore the taste.
"Yer gonna be the death of meh," he mumbled entranced while he picked up the paced with renewed passion.
"Fuck," you groaned feeling his whole weight collide with your hips, you continued to mewl as his mouth ravished your one of breast as the other was kneaded but his fingers letting his forefinger and thumb tug here and there. Praise fell from your mouth gibberishly as he continued his hard pace. Every bump on his rubbed against the spot as he dragged out of you and then rubbed harder against it as he plunged back in. You fluttered around him trying to milk his out of him, "Cad.." you don't know why you referred to him by his first name it just slipped out but faintly you heard the purring start between the groans. You worked your fingers up his side until you were holding the base of his head, he bite down on your nipple and you cried out.
He took his mouth off moving upwards with his tongue until he was on the wound, tasting your life tainted with him. Logically he knew it was a bad idea but he couldn't help bursting in you, every inch of him frenzied by the wanted of you. He continued to work his seed in you listening to his watery thrust as you continued squishing against him coating both of you in your orgasms. "C a d," you screamed arching forward your hands burying themselves in the bed. He blinked as he filled you again. He twitched falling on his elbows shaking, the swell in his cock not subsiding.
"You okay...?" You whispered woozily feeling the twitch.
He rutted in you, " 'ya tell me." The bumps on his cock pushed against your walls feeling every coated ridge he painted. He brought his face to your neck inhaling you, the arousal hanging heavy to your scent. "Smells good," he murmured running his tongue up the front of your throat running it gently across your lips until you opened for him. Letting a little of his mark dripping into your mouth, groaning as he felt your tongue brush over his teeth. His cock twitched in you weeping more priming for around round, "Gehet da feelin we're gonna be here a while."
You let your fingers walk up his chest letting the mischievous glint glow in your eyes, "You better make the soreness worth it," letting your fingers trail to the very prominent bite marks, "For research purposes how much do like like being bit?"
A predatory smile graced his mouth as he offered your mouth a section lower then the initial bite, "Maybeh lil lady if ya nice, I'll let ya know."
You let your tongue trail down the wound to the new spot. Your body was a summer heat wave but his felt like the breeze of an autumn morning, you pulled him down onto your chest as using him to cool yourself as your teeth grazed his skin teasingly. You never in your wildest dreams could  have imagined the physical connection to him even with his cruel, rude and ruthless behavior but it was like a ship and an engine needing each other. Finally biting him, he let out a low small raspy moan bucking into you. One hand held the side of his face while the other wandered across his cool back finding the slightest hint of toned muscle. You heard how you were wet when he pulled out and slammed back in, the wet squelch making you giggle forcing your need for him tighten pulling him back in. Bane pushed all the way in filling you complete and resting himself at the top, gently nudging it with his tip. Your mouth filled green as Bane started fucking you relentlessly gripping the top of the bed as support to keep you from breaking the connection. Your nails dug into his back trying to hold onto him as he slowly fucked you harder enough to start inching you up the bed until your head was nearly pressing into the wall.
Bane's cool fingers interlaced your hair to keep you from hitting the wall. Finally unhinging your jaw from him, he moved his mouth to yours tasting himself. He thrusted one more time stilling his slotted hips against yours, one finger moving to your clit giving it quick circles as his tongue swiped around your mouth.
"Kriff," you panted into his mouth.
Bane pulled back staring down at your half lidded expression and pupils blown wide almost consuming the color of your irises, "Dats it, wantcha to cum," he purred listening to his name fall pleadingly from your lips, "ain'tchu bein a good mate," he said very slowly started moving his hips.
"Cad..." your whole body was flooding heat threatening to rush down as your head started floating into the dizzy clouds. Your hands uncoiled themselves from him as the tension started rushing down, they fell limp lightly clenching the blankets. You looked down at where both of you were joined watching his finger work and his teal cock wetly slid in and out of you. A slightly click noise made you look up, "Watch meh," so you did, admiring the harsh cut of his cheek bones, the finely cut jaw and eyes that put fire rubies to shame. Your chest rose and fell hard and uneven as you didn't break eye contact with him.
He was correct and didn't stop until you convulsed on his cock and squirted all over his hand. He licked up your chest latching into your breast fucking you through your high until he painted your tight perfection with his desire again , "Drat."  He removed himself, tucking himself back inside being letting himself fall for a second next to you, smiling at the blissful expression you were returning him. He got up grabbing the blankets from the trunk throwing them over you, turning the thermostat up just a couple degrees before crawling into bed pulling your back into his chest rubbing his olfactory senses into your neck, "Do ya need anythin," the little reptile part of his brain made him asked as he brought his arm down to your stomach covering it protectively.
"No," you hummed, "Do you like it when I say your first name?"
His hand temporarily moved down to your soaked thighs, "Ya tell me- Yes," he gridded out, his hand moving back your stomach.
"How do your hormones feel?" you asked.
"Still in meh cycle, if dats what ya mean."
"Still?" surprises laced your voice.
"Ya don' know what ya do to me, especially smellin like dis."
"Feared, lonesome, and audacious bounty hunter Cad Bane chasing a mere woman for a month instead of bounties? I can only theorize what I do to that magnificent brain of yours."
"Careful, I hav'a quick reload time on meh blasta," he leered back feeling your laugh through his hand.
You turned over facing him frazzling the Duros for a moment before he returned to an neutral state, "So... no one, for a month?"
"Dats what I said."
You made a small hmm noise bringing your face to his moving to whisper in his ear, "Maybe you should show me that reload time."
Bane carefully pulled off the blankets shoving them to the unused side of the bed, moving himself on top of you letting you look down as he extended his sizable cock. This time how fascinated you looked by him didn't bother him. He growled as your fingers found the ridges of his cock massaging each of them as you watch him twitch. His jaw clamped and his lip curled back exposing his teeth as he felt more blood pool to his cock making the color deeper and him harder, "Gonna keep teasin' me?" he growled.
You spread your legs as far apart as you could pulling his cock towards your entrance, sliding his tip up and down your opening watching his face contort, "I have to admit I was not meaning to tease I was simply testing a theory."
"An' what that be?" he said annoyed.
You pulled him into you, "If you cycle cares more about reproducing or making your mate happy."
He growled, "Could'a asked."
"What's the fun in that?" you poked.
Bane quickly snapped his hip into yours. Each thrust like the release of a blaster, violent, target practice quickly turning into a gun fight with the resolve to be the victor. As rough as he was being every touch of his hands were attentively finding what you liked and where you wanted him to touch you. One of his hands stayed on the side of your head caressing your cheek bone with his thumb the kneading your breast, the way the ridges of his cock rubbed against your pleasure spot drove both of you to the edge as you continued to clamp down on him. The way you moaned his name when you came was enough to cause that infernal purring to start that he could please you so easily. Bane continued to thrust as his warm ropes coated you, reverberating him as some of it pushed out. Bane watched the ecstasy across your face feeling your hips shake around him as he felt a wet sensation cover his abdomen. He felt pleased with himself for such a feat, if your reaction was any indicator it wasn't a common occurrence. He grabbed the blankets pulled it back over the both of you laying his head next to yours keeping himself inside. Your breathing was erratic, he tried to push himself up but you held him to your chest.
"I'm fine," you panted, your head still spinning and your lungs refused to comply with your need for oxygen.
"Woman, if I hurtin you-"
"Cad, you're not. Came-really-hard," you reassured weakly hearing a raspy grunt come from him.
His lip twitch, he wanted to pry himself up and look you over just to make sure but your mammalian warm was to irresistible. His hand stayed at your side as his thumb swiped over your hip as the other helped support his weight off of you. "Ya need to clean up," he groaned mentally calculating how long it's been, "Gehet ov'a with, soona come back to the..."
"Nest?" You suggested, "I'll be back," you said feeling him shift off of you. You reach down grabbing your discarded underwear using them to catch the leak as you waddled over the bathroom. Feeling it leak out, you blinked at how much came out. Bane really enjoyed himself, does he produce more on his cycle? If I asked him to be rougher could he or would his brain be to worried about harming me? Why is his cycle not satisfied? More questions filled your mind as you cleaned up. You forgoed the soaked underwear as you walked out already finding a pile of snacks and water laid out next to him on a tray along with his discarded clothes tucked into the bed. You rolled your eyes at the food and climbed in next to him as he pestered you to eat, he snaked his arm around your waist as you sat up to comply. Munching down assorted fruit and water he finally let you lay back down.
"Why isn't it satisfied?" you asked your hands learned his torso fingers edging towards the opening feeling him tense as you rested there. Bane's face rested at your neck and that was answer enough, "You're not worried?" you asked arching an eyebrow.
"Don' make me fill ya again til ya get some rest."
"That an offer?"
"Rest," he growled, prying himself out of the bed knowing it would be to tempting if he didn't get out, "Gonna heat soak," he said slipping on his pants. With your silence Bane strolled out of the room finding Todo in the kitchen making food.
"Oh good, lunch is almost done Mr. Bane."
"Leave da food outside the room, I'll take it in."
"What if it is cold by then?" Todo countered.
"Go in da room an' I'll fill ya full of holes."
"I take it your hormones have not leveled out?"
"What ya think?" He growled.
"I did try to warn you, Mr. Bane, that having her around this time would cause complications. You do have a bounty."
"Don' think I don' know dat?" He growled, "Spen' month lookin, found her wit 'notha man," he spat, "ain't 'bout to wait make'er mine."
"A couple more days wouldn't have killed you," Todo pointed out.
"Keep yapping, it might kill you," he threatened returning around heading back to the room finding your sleeping form curled up with his shirt in your face. He knew Todo had been right but the tiny warm sliver in his frozen heart had won against the logical choice.
He peeled his pants and climbed back into the bed feeling you stir, "Needa gehet more dis outta my system," he said flipping you onto your stomach bringing your knees up and setting a brutal pace causing you to be a moaning mess into the pillows. Both hands wrapped under you, one playing with your sensitive breast and the other resting on your stomach. He felt you pull yourself help where your back was against his chest your hands falling the back of his head. The position forced him to slow down, "Yes?" He asked.
"Can I not enjoy touching you if you're going to make wake up from a rest you ordered?" you asked feeling his thrust slow at the angle, "What's wrong, Cad?" you whispered.
"It's not gettin betta," he admitted stopping his shallow thrust.
"I'll be here until it does," you smiled leaning back down resting your hand on the one he had on your stomach. It was barely noticeable but you  felt his cool skin flush just the faintest amount then wildly bucking into you. His cock was perfectly designed for you, the ridges of him pushing against your walls and rubbing against the perfect spot. "Fark... Cad," you drooled indignantly into the pillow.
"So close," he hissed, watching the jiggle against him. The combined wetness letting him glide tip to base in you, letting his tip kiss the top of you with every stroke. Pulling out he one armed flipped you over, sticking his cock back inside and his face in your neck inhaling the perfection of you for him. Bane's capable fingers dug into your flesh undoubtedly causing bruising as part of the contents of his cycle spilled into you. A mild wave of relief finely graced him. He wrapped his arm around you holding you tight to him as he brought the blankets back over your bodies.
"Did that one help?" You asked noticing the subtle shift in behavior, you felt the Duros nod as his tongue flicked over your neck. Laying their still you felt yourself drifting again, you groan knowing going back to sleep would be so simple. He nudged you back towards the water and assorted snacks, "Shouldn't I get cleaned up first?" Faintly you heard a warning growl. Rolling your eyes you gently pulled him off sitting up grabbing one of the assorted snacks to appease him. Faintly you could see hear Todo's thrusters in the hall way then something metal faintly touch the ground.
"Todo put something thing down in the hall," you said in-between bites, watching him get up and listen at the door for a moment before opening it grabbing the trays off the floor, "Really he couldn't bring them in?"
Watching Bane's face contort into a pointy tooth snarl, "No, you're mine. He doesn't get to see you."
"Possessive of me?" you questioned ignoring the warning signs that taunting him currently was a poor decision as his hand wrapped around your throat, ever so lightly applying pressure.
"Ya' mine," Bane's cool hand relaxing the dull ache starting while is other hand trialled down to where the spark of connection seeped, "Do I needa prove it'gen?" he relaxed seeing it, so full of meh.
"Can't make up your mind cowboy? Rest, eat, clean up, lay down?" you rolled your eyes sarcastically watching the ire fade into amusement as he set the food in front of you motioning towards it. Finishing the fruit, you started picking at the tray of food hearing him grunt about nutrition, "Can we go shower? I feel.. sticky," you said feeling your skin stick together. Bane gave you a small grunt taking the tray and setting it to the side before yelling at the poor droid to stay out of sight. Bane went before you in the hall making sure the droid got the message guiding you towards the decent shower. Embarrassed you felt him running down your leg. You managed to slide into the shower before him as it finally dripped on to the floor. Turning the warm water on you felt his cool presence pressing into your back side running his dexterous fingers down your side slowly crawling there way to your pleasure region burying his face into your neck inhaling your scent. Pressing his finger into you, you reached back grabbing his narrow hips holding him to you melting into his touch, “Are we not suppose to be getting clean?” You pointed out.
“Ya just to tempin for meh,” he grunted pulling his hand away.
You turned around wrapping your arms around his neck, “I wasn’t complaining, Bane,” you kissed his wounds softly feeling him uncomfortably tense up, “Ah,” you said pulling away with a small nod. You took down your arms and started scrubbing yourself as he just watched in silence.
“Dat it?” he asked.
“What?” You stammered looking back at him confused.
“Nuffin,” he said reaching for the soap.
Knocking it out of his hand, “Answer the question,” you commanded.
Bane backed you against the wall of the shower and loomed his tall body over you staring down, “I didn’ say ya had to stop.”
“Your cycle is ending, I am aware you do not like certain things-“ his tongue sliding into your mouth exploring every edge of your teeth, smirking at your loss for words. Slowly he retracted his tongue and moved downwards kneeling before you. Gently he bit your hip before putting himself face first onto your mound, his fingers dug into your thighs as he buried his face between your legs. Tongue pulsing against your clit he felt your weight shift into the wall, his hands shift up to your hips to steady you. Bane tasted himself doubling his effort until you were a moaning mess on his face, “Cad-“ you moaned your hands spreading to hold the side against the wall bracing yourself as your head lawled back into the wall. Bane grabbed you as you slumped forward one arm around your waist as the other one kneaded your plump warm to the touch ass.
“Can’ gehet’nuff of dat,” he mused, “gehet ya back to da nest, maybeh we can practice ya Durese.”
“You just want to see what my mouth is capable of,” you mussed pulling your body back together, “Maybe a real rest first,” you said your body feeling heavy and sluggish.
“Den ya gonna rest.”
“You’re going to rest with me.”
“Bhut-.”
“Bane. You’ve been… busy,” you smiled letting your fingers trial is pointed hip bones towards his opening, “You need to recover too. At least for s bit,” you smiled knowing his biology was going to let you win this, you saw his mouth narrow into a line hearing a faint ‘fine’ reply. You shut off the water taking him in, how the water made his skin even seem more beautiful. “Take time where on Duro, we’re going swimming,” you muttered forcing your eyes off his form, groaning when he twisted his torso barely noticeable to make the light catch the water highlighting him.
“Careful lil lady, push’meh an’ well go now,” he smirked grabbing the towels handing you one watching you wrap it modestly around yourself, “Don’ think ya like the consequences.”
“I still have to decide if you’re a good mate,” you smirked walking towards the bunk room hearing the sound of him grinding his teeth behind you, “Coming?”
“ ‘bout ta be more ways den one,” he hissed stalking you into the room, rest was the one thing on his mind after that.
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The Confusion
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Cad Bane X she/her able-bodied reader
Beta read by the amazing @queenquazar
CN street clothes on bed, blood, fantasies of violence against a loved one, painfully bad communication skills a la toxic masculinity Bane, food, mentions of not eating enough, mentions of food insecurity and poverty trauma, fear of getting murdered and attacked, firmely saying no to the sexual assault tropes but characters vaguely think about this as something happening and existing in the galaxy, guns and gunfight, mentions of sex, fighting, more blood, injury, the bounty hunters know how to tussle, homicidal droid, general note about trandoshans and hutts being antisemitic stereotypes
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Masterlist
You woke up, once again, to the humming sounds of a spaceship. Surprised, you looked around, checked yourself and tried to recollect how you got here.
You were in a bunk - Bane’s bunk?!
Kriff. Okay.
You were still in your clothes, yet barefoot with a huge bacta patch on your neck.
The bite! The memory of Bane rushing at you with gleamy, hungry, predatory eyes and then him with blood - your blood - running down his chin from his barred fangs flashed before your eyes.
That ass of a bantha.
If you could get your hands on him you would - you stopped, remembering how he always towered above you with red eyes, sharp teeth and terrifying strength in his lanky body.
You grimaced.
Your options about what you could do with your hands alone were rather limited in regards to Cad.
Bane.
 You meant Bane. Not sure you two were still on a first name basis after everything.
You rolled over and screamed your frustrations into the pillow before turning again and taking a few calming deep breaths.
What a mess.
When you were younger you remembered dreaming about someone stepping into your world and changing your life. Now, as it happened, you felt nothing but anger and annoyance for being taken away from your everyday comforts and safety, your home, your income - your life. Yes, anger was good. It was better than the disturbing feeling of powerlessness creeping up in your belly. Rage felt better than resignation.
You got up.
Time to deal with this. Time to tackle the zillo beast. Grab the Zabrack by the horns. Stare the Duro in the Eyes.
What was it now? Another kidnapping? Another mildly veiled threat? Another day without caf and the morning news holos..
Remember - anger, missing caf with a passion.
The outside of the bunkroom was calm. Quickly, you moved around the ship into the cockpit. You needed to know where you are and how you got here. The cockpit was a great place to start with the first.
The dim little area was illuminated with its usual lights from the buttons and screens. You halted in your steps. Through the viewport in front of you, Nar Shaddaa, the smuggler's moon, could be seen. The sight of a fully urbanized celestial body still seemed implausible, a view you struggled with after seeing it before.
Someone knocked.
You turned around, anticipating Bane or another attacker, kidnapper or other bane on your existence but instead it was TODO 360, the droid. A different kind of bane.
“Master Bane instructed me to let you rest and ensure your well-being.” He squeaked, “I had objected about taking up the tasks of a nanny droid. But master Bane insisted on you being more comfortable with a droid than him due to your incapacitated state. I’m glad this is over, for now I can return to my more important duties.”
You raised an eyebrow. 
“I am sure I was not much of a hassle while I was out,” you deadpanned.
“You don't sleepwalk. I heard some of your species do that,” TODO continued. “I would have used a stun shot on you if you’d done that.”
Your mouth went dry. A thinly veiled threat kind of day it was then.
“Well, I feel so cared for by you. Thanks. Where is Bane?”
“Master Bane is doing some maintenance on the hyperengine generator.”
You rolled your eyes.
“I am sure Master Bane will be most pleased with you being helpful while keeping me safe.”
The droid stared at you before turning around leaving you alone without any more words. Maybe his memory storages were overflowing with his artificial adoration for Bane and he had no capacity for being nice to you.
You took one last look at the magnificent sight of Nar Shaddaa. It was breathtaking, helping you to calm your confused thoughts and ground yourself in the here and now. You were one little human in this inconceivably big galaxy full of wonders and horrors like the populated moon before your eyes. You would deal with whatever awaited you however you could, taking it in stride instead of panic. It was all you had left now, anyways as you headed down deeper into the ship.
The engine room was a space you had never visited before during your previous  encounters with Bane. It simply wasn’t where one naturally gravitated to when looking for a space to fuck. So it took you a few moments to find it, wandering around the ship and past places where Bane had bent you over, or against, or pushed you down before.
You shook your head. This wasn’t the moment to think about what you had done to each other. How he tasted. That gruff sound he made when he came. Or, how it had felt when-
“You’re awake.”
Banes' curt greeting snapped you back into reality and you turned around. He was shirtless, marked in grime from working on the engine, a handful of tools in his hands with his discarded shirt lying on the floor. Stars, he looked good as he stared down on you, the hat making him appear even taller.
“I ‘ad started to worry about ya’ dying on me due to blood loss. Took you a long time to get up.”
Still as caring as always then.
“Well, I’m alive.” You managed to reply. The machine oil on his dark blue skin glinted distractingly.
He nodded.
You shifted awkwardly, suddenly not feeling angry or annoyed, but hyper aware of how out of your element you were.
Bane cleared his throat.
“There is some caf powder upstairs,” Bane said,his raspy voice felt liberating from the oppressive silence. “Take a sonic and some of ma’ clothes. I’ll just finish up here.”
You grimaced.
“Do I look that shitty?”
“No. That’s not-” Bane stopped.
Both of you stared at each other.
His red eyes burned into your skin and you felt yourself getting hot under his heavy gaze.
“Sonic sounds good,” you huffed, stepping away.
He hummed and your eyes fell onto his chest again, drawn in by the deep vibrating timbre.
You remembered being pressed against a wall by that chest, scratching over it in excitement, tracing the ink and scars on it before falling asleep.
Firmly, you turned around and marched to the refresher while collecting a few pieces of clothing on the way.
The door of the refresher unit slammed behind you, as if you did not put thin plastisteel between you and the rest of the world, but solid granite scratching over the floor.
Alone, you closed your eyes and leaned against the door.
Everything on this ship reminded you of him and of the lovely little trysts you had. Bane pushed you away, though, then caused you to get kidnapped.
You wanted to forget those delicious memories, wanted to be angry for what his presence had brought to your life.
And you were.
Void, you would hammer against his pretty blue grime covered chest first chance you got with your little fists if that would help. But it didn’t.
You stripped out of your clothes and turned on the sonic, washing yourself mechanically. What you needed was regaining control over your life. Not some fantasies about a man you once thought of saving you. And you would start conquering back control now.
XXX
Bane bared his teeth at the engine. He heard her steps,the movement of clothes around her body, as he continued his work. He had kriffed up again. He wanted to be considerate, show her he wanted her to be fine and well after everything he’d caused her. But instead, he made her even more uncomfortable than she was. Her lost gaze roaming over his body as in wonder if he would expect some kind of payback for his service. He shook his head in disgust. Bane remembered being powerless and lost, at the mercy of others. He had been kicked down most of his life. Which is exactly why he became who he was now. He would be damned to do that to her.
But his rough attitude helped little when he tried -and failed at- comforting her. Maybe at least keeping her safe and well, would make up for everything. Maybe the hot sonic would alleviate some of her stress, run down her body, her back, her ass, the back of her legs as she closed her eyes and-
He hissed as he accidentally cut himself on the sharp fan blades of the cooling system.
Great. 
He needed to avoid thinking about her that way.
“TODO!”
The droid trotted around the corner. “Yes, master Bane?”
“Finish up here. It needs to be patched up again.”
The droid nearly pranced at the outlook of doing the work of a techno service droid for once.
“I will not let you down, master Bane! It will be done in no time. I will-”
“Yes.” The Duros hissed and patted the little droid absentmindly on the head. Maybe he should return to the Twi’lek technician and tweak TODO’s personality as she recommended. Maybe seeing her friend again could cheer up the lil’ lady.
“Oh,” Todo sighed. Bane looked down, noticing his head on the droid's head. If TODO could blush, Bane was sure the droid would.
Bane lifted his hand.
For once in his silicone based life, the droid stayed silent without being told to - just staring up  with his big, loyal, visual sensors.
“Gotta go,” the bounty hunter growled.
Upstairs in the little kitchen area, he disinfected the cut on his hand. It was minor but in his line of work, he needed his hands to be in healthy condition. A wound infection, even a small one, could get dangerous when on the hunt.
While waiting for her to finish in the refresher unit he cleaned himself up at the kitchen sink and got a fresh shirt before making caf. She had looked tired. And, if he remembered correctly, she enjoyed a good cup of the warm liquid before work. Not that something like “morning” existed up in orbit where time became an abstract.
The door to the refresher unit hissed open. Bane closed his eyes with her smell, now faint, covered by the scent of the soap, allured him as always. He opened his eyes again as he heard the fabric around her ruffle and rustle around her hips as she stepped into the kitchen.
“Sorry, I didn’t want you to keep you waiting,” she muttered.
He was willing to wait for her years if needed be. But he could hardly say that.
Instead, he just nodded.
“I made caf,” he grumbled, passing her a cup.
“Thanks.”
She leaned against the kitchen counter in front of him and pursed her cute little lips to blow over the hot caf to cool it.
Bane wanted to kiss those lips and feel her breath on him again.
Instead he took a sip from his cup and nearly burned himself.
“How are you feeling?” Cad grit out, ignoring the pain of the burn.
She halted her movements.
“Better.”
“Good.”
They both sipped from their cups, only the clanking sounds of TODO working down in the ship breaking the awkward silence. In all his years as a bounty hunter Bane never felt so tense about saying something wrong. Why was this so hard?
She took another sip from her cup, him mirroring her action.
Shit, speak!
He opened his mouth and closed it. What was he supposed to say? He’d rather walk through the tatooine sea of dunes instead of feeling this clueless.
She stared at him expectantly, looking so good in his shirt.
Looking so angry at him. He closed his mouth.
“Do I get anything after getting abducted, insulted, and attacked due to you?” she asked. “Do I get anything after being attacked by you?”
His mind went blank with her eyes gleaming at him, the rage simmering below her irises. How was he supposed to fix this?
Frustrated, she slammed down her cup and turned around to leave.
“Good talk,” she hissed.
Kriff.
XXX
You marched into Cad’s little bunk room to calm down.
Bane, not Cad.
Getting rescued like a stray tooka was a surprisingly positive turn. But he was aloof, laconic and confusing. It drove you mad.
Quackling of a man.
Why did he bother to save you if he was going to turn around and ignore you? What was the point? You stalked around the little space, massaging your temples while hating the confusion raging in yourself. Since you came aboard his ship, he had kept his distance, always making sure to leave an arms length between you and him, even tasking TODO to care for you instead of doing it himself. If it was out of consideration, you very much appreciated it as a polite and charming gesture. But knowing Bane and how he had broken off, it was because he wanted that distance. You were nothing but an ex-lover to him. Most likely he saved you out of convenience, hurt ego or maybe a smidge of guilt. The Duros was a loner - prideful and uncommunicative, not even bothering to tell you why you were here.
Maybe he just saved you to use you for information. What else could he gain from you now?
You choked on your next breath.
What if he throws you out of the air lock as soon as you lose whatever value you held for him?
As sob escaped your mouth. Your hands catching any other sound of weakness you couldn’t afford right now. Apparently you survived the sarlacc pit only to die in the dune sea. 
You looked around for an escape.
On the crate with Banes stuff was a holopad. Maybe he had forgotten it there. You had to find something about Duro’s anatomy or this ship or TODO or anything that could help you escape.
You turned on the holopad and established a holonet connection.
Nervously you drummed on the frame with your fingers before typing in Cad Bane’s name.
Back at home on Trask you had avoided doing this. Who could blame you? Now, you stared at countless entries. A barrage of red flags you were not sure what to do with.
Dank Ferrik.
Fascinated and scared, you scrolled through a few articles.
“Bane, the Bane of the Underworld.”
“Infamous Bounty Hunter Cad Bane Terrorizes Galactic Senate!”
“Some have a bone to pick with him, others want to bone him - Cad Bane and 8 things we know about the mysterious dashing gunslinger”
“Jedi Killer on the Loose”
For a split second you considered reading the article about the mysterious dashing gunslinger, your mind trying to find comfort in the absurd before turning serious again. Luna had been adamant about Cad Bane being dangerous and a Jedi Killer. And back then, in the safety of your house, you had pushed her concerns aside. Now, heavily reliant on ‘the Bane of the Underworld’ and hoping he wouldn’t kill you at his first convenience, you had to reconsider. You turned off the holopad and leaned back to fight back the rising panic.
Those articles made it very clear that Bane was not just any bounty hunter. He was a dangerous individual to be around. Memories of him on Nar Shaddaa and other bounty hunters like him flashed before your eyes. Instinctually you reached for the bacta patch on your neck with your hands.
Those hands - you had fought too. And you had set fire to the cantina, possibly hurting and killing everyone inside. Nausea threatened to rise up in your throat. You took a deep calming breath. It was self-defense! And Cad, probably had reasons too-
Kraytspit. Bane! His name was Bane.
You froze, feeling the cold wetness of your tears only after they had trailed down your face. No pushing aside all the pain and fears, no rational, no thoughts, no words.
What was even left to say.
XXX
TODO had finished the repairs about an hour ago and was running tests to ensure the ship's safe operation. Soon, Bane would be forced to make a decision. Where would he go from here?
No, they.
It was two of them now, only the lady had appeared to be less delighted to share air with him.
He bared his teeth.
Damn woman.
What was he supposed to say? That he was sorry for everything that happened to her? That he did not want her to be harmed and that he would make sure she would be safe? And that he really had missed her, so much so that he honestly considered how he felt about somebody else except himself for once? He growled in frustration.
He should have said all that.
He re-adjusted his hat and leaned back into the pilot seat. Maybe he would tell her that - later. It wasn’t his fault she had marched out of the kitchen like a furious tooka. When she wasn’t sulking and angry and - Bane cocked his head, his sharp Duros hearing picked her up, silently sobbing, trying to muffle the sound.
The corners of his mouth twisted downwards.
Damn woman.
Damn smart, witty and oh so kriffing beautiful woman.
He really could not stand her being in pain. With a sigh, he got up and followed the sound.
He found her sitting on his bunk with her knees pressed to her body and her arms hugging around her legs. She stared at the wall with fearful, teary eyes.
He knocked at the door frame.
Startled, she jumped up, quickly recovering and putting up a neutral face.
“Can I come in?” He rasped.
“It’s your ship.”, she managed with a nearly steady voice.
“That’s not an answer.”
They stared at each other, Cad unsure of what to say. His eyes wandered down to the holopad, a photo of him below a headline he couldn’t read.
“You looked me up.”
“Yes.”
“It scared you.”
She nodded weakly.
Wordless he slowly moved in and settled next to her, close enough to talk but far enough to give her space and leave at any moment if she wanted.
He leaned forward onto his knees, the silence thickening the recycled air. He summoned all his courage.
“I cannot remember having a’ honest conversation with anyone since I was a hatchling,” he offered quietly.
She turned her head and looked at him as he continued.
“At this point, I don’t really know how to have one.” He practiced those words to himself moments ago, yet each syllable had to be forced out just to be whispered. “I am sorry for everything that happened to ya’. It wasn’t my intention to cause you harm.”
She hummed and looked up in the air as if thinking.
“This shit is kriffed up,” she finally said. “I can’t believe that a semi-regular cantina hook-up got me into this.”
She looked at him with the same look bounties had given him before.
“Will you kill me?”
He couldn’t help but stare at her in surprise. He was Cad Bane. Infamous bounty hunter and best one in the galaxy. A murderer for hire. He had done heinous things, spilled so much blood he would have been able to drown in it.
But harming her? 
Not considering his every move just not to spook her? Hearing her sob?
“Never,” he admitted.
She lowered her legs from the bunk and turned her full body towards him, “It's a bit hard to believe. Is it a trick?”
“If it would be a trick, I’d hardly tell ya’,” he argued with a low rumble in his voice.
She smiled, a sad smile on those pretty lips.
He wanted to reach over to her to hold her, keep her safe from all that scared her and show her how little she had to fear from him.
He did nothing.
“I am sorry for losing my patience in the kitchen,” she said, breaking the silence. “It's all a bit much.”
“Ya’ did surprisingly well for a beginner. Saw the arson,”He nodded approvingly, happy to move into more familiar waters.
Her nervous smile turned genuine. 
Good.
“Can I ask you a question?” Her voice was steady, not angry or teary anymore.
He nodded.
“What’s with the bite?”
He regretted agreeing to the question. 
“Lil’ lady, you really cut right down to it.” He considered his next words carefully, grimacing. “Crossed ya’ path by accident on Nar Shaddaa and it struck me as odd to see ya there. So, I followed a bit. Ya’ seemed to be doing just fine and I was about to leave as I heard Bossk, Aurra and Boba talk about ya. I figured it would be in both our interests if they didn’t catch you; so, I got to you first. I had to rely on my duro’s hunting instincts for that. They got the better of me for a moment.”
“Wait. You stalked me? Like prey?”
His mouth went dry and he tilted his head, the brim of his hat exaggerating the movement.
“Another question,” She declared, “What now? Unless you change your mind about throwing me out of the airlock, I imagine you don’t want your one night stand to stick around forever.”
Yes, I would very much like that.
“We need to figure out why they were searching for me,” He replied instead. “Same thing could happen to ya’ again, otherwise. After that, I can get you to any place in the galaxy. Whatever ya’ want, lil lady.”
“Really?”
“Really. If I wanted to force you to stay here on this ship, I would lock you up in the holding cell. But ya’ run around as you please, right?”
She considered his words.
“Right,” she finally admitted, dragging the word unwillingly along.
Relief washed over him as if he had managed another senate hostage situation or broke into the Jedi temple a second time. She hadn’t cried again because of him. And she had stopped staring at him like a tooka seeing a massif for the first time.
Maybe he was a doomed man for caring about that.
X
They settled on Tatooine as their next destination. If one could talk about a “they”. It would be a few days until they arrived on the desert planet where Cad Bane planned on fixing this mess with Jabba the Hutt. Apparently, Cad had worked for Jabba a few times, counting on his former employer to have enough patience to explain why the Hutt Clan collectively placed a bounty on him. You shrugged off what sounded like a suggestion. Intergalactic criminal politics weren't your cup of tihaar and you knew too little to object, nor did you feel you had any actual say in the matter.
Traveling with Cad was uneventful.
Bane - traveling with Bane was uneventful. 
Bane kept to the cockpit, even sleeping there while you mostly stayed in the bunkroom he had retreated from. You avoided meeting the Duros, still unsure of what to make of this situation and if you had any chance to survive it.
At least he fed you. 
You hadn’t quite figured out why, but the value you had was enough for him to spare some rations, keep you free to roam the ship, and not object as you borrowed his clothes or used his holopad.
“You need to finish the ration pack,” he growled from across you during meal time, one of the few situations you did see each other. “You did not finish the last one, either.”
Without any joy you poked around the rehydrated nuna and beans meal, searching for your will to finish it.
“If ya’ keep eating morsels, ya will lose strength,'' he added.Bane had finished his portion, always eating with a gusto and speed as if starved and someone could steal his plate at any second.
“I’m not particularly hungry, maybe I can finish it later,” you explained, puttingt down the cutlery.
Bane hissed in disapproval. “Later, there will be more for ya’ to eat.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Will I need my strength for anything in particular? Are you preparing me for something? ”
He crossed his lanky arms in front of his body.
“I did not save ya’ only to watch ya’ waste yourself away. We are traveling to Tatooine and not back to Trask. Y’a need every bit of energy ya’ can get. Planet ‘s harsh.”
You grimaced, looking at the unappetizing meal in front of you.
“Listen,” he continued, “I’m not traveling with a woman for a few days only to have her collapse first thing after gettin’ off ma’ ship.”
“Yeah, what would the people think?” She questioned sarcastically. “Someone harmed on Cad Bane’s ship? The scandal!”
“Funny,” he hissed, ”It’s as if you know what I do for a living.”
“I have my moments. Life’s too short to waste them.” You crossed your arms, mirroring his pose.
“If you won’t finish the food, I will,”he hissed, already reaching over the table as he returned to his original point.
“How nice of you to ask and wait for my answer,” you hit back, annoyed about being lectured by what felt like your second kidnapper.
“Better than wait and waste food like you do.” Bane glared back at you, while finishing your meal in record speed.
“There wasn't even that much left. Why do you care?”
“Hate throwing away food.”
You studied Bane as he finished your portion. Despite finally knowing what he did for work and spending quite some time together now, you hardly knew anything about him. It was one thing to know what face they made when cuming, but another thing to know what they liked and where they came from. And one of those things was significantly overestimated as ‘personal’.
You figured you’d dare to ask.
“Why do you hate throwing away food?”
Bane put down the bowl, meticulously empty from scratching out even the tiniest amount of food, and looked at you.
“I know what it's like to be hungry, so I hate throwing away food. It’s a luxury to be fed regularly, to have a choice, what and when ya’ eat, lady.” Hee paused, his eyes strangely unfocused for a moment, as if in thought before continuing softly, “Next time, finish ya’ meal. Yes?”
You nodded as he got up to clear the table to retreat back to the cockpit. Bane shared something with you he clearly valued a lot.
“Yes,” you rasped before he left.
X
You started to tiptoe more around the ship, venturing from the security of the bunkroom. There was little to do except for lounging around, reading or watching holos. So, you started pitching in with chores. It wasn’t that different from running a cantina and better than being bored.
There were food and drinks to worry about - meals for Cad and you, energy recharges for TODO, the occasional sip of water for the hydroculture plants in the ship's air filtering system.
Things to repair or keep clean - at one point when looking for a clean shirt you found a stash of old clothes and started tailoring them to your own needs while waiting for the sonic cleaner to finish.
Unpleasant beings to be around yet had to be endured - TODO, mostly TODO. The little droid managed to give you the dirtiest looks despite relying solely on a pair of sensory units for it.
“Is that master Bane’s jacket?” TODO enquired with an oddly sour tone for a droid.
“I found it broken, I repaired it,” you answered while going through the collection of meal kits.
“I see.”
You looked up.
The droid was still standing in front of you, silently staring at you.
“Anything I can help with, TODO?”
The droid blinked.
“I was ordered by Master Bane to inform you that we will reach Tatooine soon. You are hereby informed.”
You waited for the droid to say something more or leave.
“Thank you, TODO. You can leave now.” you replied as nothing came of the droid.
“I’m glad you will leave soon too.” The droid declared and waddled away.
You grimaced.
The menacing little companion stoked your fears you had managed to keep down by occupying yourself. Yet, he was right. You would leave soon, still not entirely sure if you’d make it out unharmed.
Swallowing down that possibility, you picked the most delicious sounding meal kit.
Yes, raid your possible attackers fridge. Make it count.
You fished out an interesting sounding soup as Cad strode in.
BANE! By the glaciers of Hoth, Bane.
He nodded as a greeting, his hat as always accentuating the movement before grabbing his own meal and starting to rehydrate it.
“Ya’ ever been to Tatooine before?” He asked in his usual growling low voice.
“No. I haven’t traveled much. Not everyone has a ship or can pilot.” You got out the cutlery, set the table and sat down to wait for Bane to finish with his food.
He growled, “Should have told me before. Could have shown ya’ how to fly The Justifier past rotations.”
Puzzled, you reached for the bowl he handed you. Why teach a hostage how to get away?
“Thanks.”
They started eating. Despite your best efforts, you didn’t manage.
Banehissed in disapproval, finished with eating in the blink of an eye, as always.
“These are Duros portions. Not human portions.” You felt defended yourself from his hot red glare as he reached over the table in familiar fashion for your bowl, “Also, how do you eat so fast?“
“Habit.”
“That is the most not-informing-answer. Obviously it’s a habit.”
He put down the bowl, slowly blinking through his glare
“Yeah? Want me to tell ya’ a story about ma’ harsh childhood with lots of siblings on a poor Durese satellite city where food was scarce and ya’ hadda’ eat quickly before someone stronger could snatch it away?”
“Yes, tell me about that.”
“I just did.”
You swallowed your remark, exhaling a soft.
“Oh,” your voice flat and deflated. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. Better than coming from Trask.”
“Hey! I’m not from there. I’m from Naboo. I kind of accidentally ended up on Trask- and it’s not that bad!”
“Yeah,” the Duros snorted. “If ya’ like fish, sailors, and sailors who smell like fish.”
“Don’t be mean. It’s a job. I’m sure bounty hunting is not that appetizing at times either.”
He paused.
“Gotta point there, lady.” He reached behind his back and drew a blaster, laying it flat on the table.
You froze, your breath catching in your throat. This was it. This was the end. You had outlived your usefulness for Bane and now you would die.
“I know ya’ can use that ol’ blaster ya’ had back on Trask, but can ya’ use these?”
You blinked.
“Loth cat got ya’ tongue?”
“Uhm,” you swallowed. “Not sure. They look fancy. Never had one like these in my hands.”
“Of course ya’ haven’t. They’re custom. I got nothing else lying around that would fit ya’ otherwise. I can’t have ya’ run around with a heavy rifle ya’ can hardly carry, but also can’t have ya’ unarmed on Tatooine.”
Your head spun around to pull out at least one useful thought as you reached for the pistol. It was heavy and violent, yet scary and beautiful.
“Don’t lose it. The LL-30 is part of a pair.”
“I-, I am not planning to,” you managed to speak.
“Good. Or I’m having ya’ neck otherwise.”
You gulped as he rose from the chair.
“Gear up and get ready for landing. Tatooine is business.”
Tatooine was in fact business. But not for you. Cad landed the ship outside of Moss Eisley, one of the bigger settlements on the planet, showed you how to use the LL-30, and tasked you to guard the ship and TODO.
As fascinating as it had been to watch the ship approach the planet, it was now inadvertently boring to stare into the dusty horizon. You wondered why you had to gear up, dressed in long sleeved and covering clothes to shield from the sun, when all you did was sit around in the ship's shadow.
“Anything on the comms?” you called into the ship.
“Master Bane has not contacted me. I am instructed to inform you and follow your commands when I receive news.”
You raised an eyebrow. You could order TODO around - no wonder the droid sounded even more pissed than usual.
Instead of getting on the droid's synthetic nerves, you opted for a little stroll around the ship. It was a short-lived pleasure. As soon as you left the shadow, you felt like every bit of strength burned out of you. Maybe you needed a hat too for a bit of shade? Or something similar to the tusken’s traditional head coverings for your head. Obviously, unlike you, the local sentient population was clever enough to dress for the doubly sunny occasion.
Bored and sweaty, you retreated back into the shadows and took a seat on the little stairs leading into the ship.
If you wanted to run away, this was your chance. But looking at the endless dunes in the oppressive heat, and having TODO behind you, right next to the controls of The Justifier’s canons, you quickly discarded the idea.
Maybe this was okay?
Maybe you could slip away in a more survivable environment later. Or maybe Cad did plan on letting you go at some point. He had been …nice. You had expected something different, like getting locked up … or other things.
You shock your head, refusing to follow that pattern.
Instead, Cad had given you a gun and every space you needed away from him.
The many memories of him back on Trask, the articles about him as a dangerous bounty hunter, the holding cell in his ship, the many weapons, the groans and hissed sounds of chasing pleasure, the little talks during meal time, him biting you and glaring down at you as your memory faded away, his smell on the clothes you wore, his gun in your hands as you waited for him to return - it all swirled into one shape.
Cad Bane.
Confused, you buried your face in your hands.
The darkness of your closed eyes and shielding hands was comforting, the stairs below you piercing into the flesh of your thighs grounding you - and moving?
You opened your eyes the second the stairs drew back, throwing you into the ship and closing the hatch. You landed on your back with a yelp. Rolling over, you struggled to press to your feet, stumbling against the  ship's inside wall.
“TODO! What’s going on?”you yelled over the noise of the starting ship.
“Oh, you are inside.”the droid sounded disappointed. “Thought you didn’t hear my call. We got a message from Master Bane. He requires back up.”
“Fucking Hoth, TODO! I swear I’ll flatten you into scrap metal myself as soon as I get my fingers on you!” You hissed while staggering into the cockpit.
“Who else would fly the ship then?” the droid replied calmly while pressing a few buttons.
You slumped next to him into the co-pilot's seat.
“You better do it well, TODO! Your homicidal tendencies might be appreciated by Bane, but they are very much not welcome by me and I’m tempted to give vengeance a try. Yes, even if that means that I'll walk.”
“Sure.”
The droid flew a long curve, zoning in on a large bastion like building in the middle of the desert. 
“Master Bane is in there.”
“What is that? Did he say anything more?”
TODO pressed a few more buttons and readied the guns.
“That is Jabba's palace. He might need bacta.”
X
The walk through the desert was tedious. But it was better than landing the Justifier with her next to Jabba’s goons. So instead, Cad Bane clenched his fangs and walked. The Tatooine suns and sandy surface were harsh. Only a fool or a fierce warrior would walk the desert by foot. Bane wasn’t sure which of those he belonged to anymore.
He remembered his time with Jango. He had called Bane a fool.
Mostly for kriffing up something during hunts. But not always. Sometimes it was a different kind of foolishness Jango attested in Bane - a sweeter, more tender kind of foolishness. During down time between contracts or in the safety of hyperspace after Bane had shelled Jango out of his damn armor and after they had caught their breaths again, Jango had called Bane a fool before kissing him.
Jango had been right. Somehow, the old Mandalorian Merc had kept a distance, leaving Bane behind without any warning like the fool he was.
Back then, as Jango vanished only to get himself killed after leaving behind a horrific amount of clones with his face and voice to haunt Cad, Bane had been furious at Jango for shutting him out. Furious and hurt. Now, after figuring out how to kill the clones as quickly as possible, Bane did not think about dead Jango much anymore.
Who was the fool now, Jango?
Kriff, it’s still me. I am walking through the Dune Sea just to make sure she is safe.
He adjusted his hat for more shade and kept on walking.
Fool or no fool - he could wallow in old memories and self-pity when he got off Tatooine. The coarse sand already chafing his skin under his clothes and adding to his sullenness as he marched on, surveying the horizon for treats. 
Reaching Jabba’s palace  entrance portal and annoyed from the tedious walk, he pounded against the thick metal.
“Let me in, Jabba! Ya’ know this has been comin’ a long time!” he bellowed before Bib Fortuna or any other of Jabba’s underlings could do something so stupid as to ask what he wanted in the middle of nowhere.
“Who are you?” One of the gamorrean grunted through a little window in the portal.
“Take a guess, son.”
Instead of an answer, the portal opened for Cad Bane to step through. Bib Fortuna, the Twi’lek advisor to Jabba, greeted him before asking him to leave his weapons.
“Bib Fortuna, ya’ know as much as I do that I am no less dangerous without my weapons. I will not part with them. Skip the formalities and let me through. I am not in the mood for chit chat.”
The Twi-lek just shrugged his shoulders, “You will be escorted then.”
Fortuna turned around to walk up the palace stairs to the throne room as strangely familiar faces circled Bane.
“Bossk, Aura- good to see y’all,” Bane growled as they moved.
“Likewise,” Aurra replied with a devious smile while Bossk only grunted.
“Tell me, who is the kiddo in ya’ tow, wearing Jango’s armor?” Bane continued as they all strode up the stairs.
“Don’t think that’s any of your concern, old man,” the kid hissed with a young Jango voice. 
Must be another Clone then.
“Behave, Boba,” Bossk snarled.
Boba.
Bane filed the information for later. He had to face a crime boss for now. They reached the top of the gloomy stairs and stepped into the throne room.
Many different species and people holding various professions populated the room, as always. An inattentive observer would think it a strange choice, or born out of need to socialize for Jabba to have so many guests. Bane knew better. This was politics and he better treaded lightly on the courtly floors.
Gritting his fangs he lifted his hat, and bowed deeply in front of Jabba, the lord of Tatooine and master of this palace.
“I greet you, Jabba,” Bane declared loudly for everyone to hear. Next to him, a protocol droid shuffled in place and started translating what Jabba, the huge slug-like creature from the throne, declared.
“The honorable Jabba is most pleased to finally see you, Cad Bane.” The droid’s yellow eyes flickered hazily.
“Likewise. May I ask why ya’ and ya’ fellow Hutt placed a bounty on my head to bring to ya’ alive? I’mma here now without anyone forcing me to. Could have just asked.”
Jabba laughed and the droid dutifully translated.
“The honorable Jabba was saddened by the bounty on your head after you, a close confidant, were lost for a few rotations.”
Liar.
“But, he is willing to convince the council to lift the bounty from you and restore the trust between us.”
If Bane were a less controlled man, he would have cursed the Hutt right then and there. Instead he replied, “That would be very appreciated. I assume ya’ want me to do ya’ a favor as well?”
Another raucous laugh from the mighty Hutt up on the dais.
“The honorable Jabba applauds your way with words. Yes, the honorable Jabba requires a favor from you for his help.”
So like a job, but I’m not getting paid for it. 
“Go on,” Bane growled, unwilling to suppress any more of his distaste for this whole charade.
The Hutt waved him to step closer and Bane obeyed.
“Koose je myo nephews killer. Koose je sy snootles dead mo alive um u are free.” (Bring me my nephew's killer. Bring me Sy Snootles dead or alive and you are free.)
Bane bared his teeth.
“Pay me, Jabba, and I’ll do it.”
“Mee'm paying gee myo good will tah lift doe bounty of u. Um mee'm gifting u gee doe life of do cheeka.”
(I'm paying with my good will to lift the bounty on you. and I'm gifting you with the life of your woman.)
Bane bared his teeth, but Jabba already leaned back with his raunchy laughter as his court mocked Bane with an echoed laugh.
“The honorable Jabba knows you will do him the favor,” the droid continued his translations through the noise and laughter. “Until then you are dismissed.”
Bane clacked his teeth, feeling the need to bite and scratch and spill Hutt blood. This had been a trap. He had become an enforcer for an internal Hutt family matter.
And he wouldn’t even be paid for it. Jabba knew about her and there was little Bane could do about that. Her safety was Jabba's security for Bane’s loyalty.
He hissed and turned around to march off.
On the stairs he stopped.
Jabba's court was still highly amused by his misfortune. However, Bossk, Aurra and the kid called Boba, trailing after him instead of staying with the Huttese court.
“Whaddaya want?” Bane growled. He wasn’t in the mood for more games.
“Isn’t it obviousssss?” Bossk replied. “The bounty on you issssn’t lifted. Sssstep out of the palace and you are ripe for harvesssst.”
“Over ma’ dead body,” Bane bit.
“Precccisely.”
Bane turned and studied his soon to be opponents.
Aurra and Bossk were capable fighters, but Bane was faster. And the new kid moved like a fighter but he likely was a beginner. It was tempting to go against them, to work off some of his frustrations.
He pressed his comm instead. He had other things to worry about. “TODO, get the ship here. Plan 7.”
Aurra chuckled, “That’s a new low for you, Bane. Are you running away from a fight?”
“Is this ya’ attempt to pressure me into a fight? I’ve seen you do better, Aurra.” Bane countered and started to slowly descend the stairs towards his soon to be arriving ship, with canons. 
And a little droid without an ethics check module behind the controls.
He just had to make it to the ship and with his blasters-
Shit, he was down a blaster.
“Go on, Bane. Leave the palaccccce. Sssstep out of the protection of Jabba’sss court.”, Bossk hissed as Bane approached the portal, the ship visible from afar yet still a few klicks away.
Bane’s fingers twitch into fists.
This was dirty play and he hated being on the receiving end of it. But, he could be patient.
“Tell ya’ what. Y’all need to shut up. We all know how this will go, so don’t waste ya’ breath.”
“Awwww,” Aurra teased. “Will you really just run away into the safety of your ship like a coward?”
“I’m not in da mood, Aurra. Cut it,” he deadpanned, leaning against the frame of the open portal, certain no one would attack him as long as he was in the palace. Yet, guards and servants started to back away, feeling the rise of the tension as the ship kept getting closer and closer and closer.
“Guess my father Jango was wrong about you being one of the best hunters he ever met.”
It was the young clone's voice, modulated by Jango’s helmet.
It cut through the hot air like a blade, hit right at that one spot close to Bane’s heart he had learned to carefully avoid. Checking for the approaching ship one last time, Bane turned around.
“Ya need a handful, son. And then-” he hissed with rage dripping off his fangs as he drew his pistol and fired, “-ya need to shut up about Jango!”
The kid in Jango’s armor flew back from the hit in the chest, instantly passing out from the impact on his protective beskar chest armor. Aurra raised her rifle but the huge weapon was unhandy and slow in close combat. Bane’s next hit caught her in the leg, making her pass out from shock.
Good, not out for blood among colleagues.
A furious cry erupted, drowning out even the fearful cries and grunts by the servants and guards. Bane swirled around only to be knocked over by Bossk. The trandoshan had drawn a huge knife and Bane barely avoided it by knocking it out of Bossk’s hands.
The trandoshan laughed, using his bigger body mass to his advantage as they rolled over the floor and fought for the upper hand. Bane growled with rage, clawing at Bossk’s eyes while the trandoshan aimed for Bane’s neck as a shot fired right next to them into the sand.
They stilled, looking for the origin of the shot.
The Justifier had finally made it.
“Get off me, Bossk.” Bane hissed, “This has been fun but I gotta go.”
The trandoshan loosened his grip on Bane while Bane retracted his claws from Bossk’s face. 
“Yesssss. Ssssee you around,” the trandoshan answered as they both got up and fixed their appearance, little drops of blood falling into the sand as they pretended not to be in pain.
“Tell Aurra to get well soon and that I’m mildly sorry. And that kid to shut up or I’ll shoot him dead next time.” Bane added before turning around and walking to the ship.
Bossk chuckled as he reached for his knife.
“Will do, Bane. Will do.”
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