Boba shifts in his seat, eyes watching Din closely behind his visor.
He was impressed. He had just smoothly threatened a council member like a real ruler.
'Good, let then know who's in charge.'
He was increasingly confused with how often his eyes drifted to the young man.
He was tall, trim hips and broad shoulders...and the nicest ass. His voice was rich and he spoke smoothly...
Boba liked hearing it but he wanted....he wanted to hear that voice whimper.
He shifted again as his cock twitched.
This Mandalorian was making him think thoughts.
Mainly thoughts about bending him over the table and fucking him into next week or would he want to watch...on his back? Or legs strung over his hips, facing him as he sat in his chair?
Would he be panting, gasping as Boba slowly sunk into his ass or would he whine? Whimper for it?
Boba bit back a low groan. This wasn't the first time he's fucked a man but a Manda'lor...that would be a first.
But there was the little problem of him having to find a wife, but he challenged everything the council had set down by choosing someone he could trust.
He had chosen an unknown for his bride.
Not who the council had pushed him towards.
"Now all of you listen and listen good. Yuli Velera will be my wife...my queen. And I will kill anyone who tries to stop me."
That deadly, possessive tone to his voice had made Boba harder than steel..it hinted to something dangerous...a predator on the prowl and the predator inside him purred at the challenge.
He grinned. Din would be one hell of a prize.
Now how to begin his hunt?
/ - / - / - /
It started with their weapons...he knew Din liked to train in the mornings with the spear and sword. Sometimes he would go to the shooting range.
That's where he would start.
He wasn't the best hunter alive if he let his prey get away so easily.
They never got away.
Be they a bounty or a woman...or in this case...
A Manda'lor.
The next morning found him standing just outside the small training room Din liked to frequent and he could hear the sounds of beskar clashing with beskar. He slyly grinned, gripping the Gaffi stick slightly tighter as he walked into the large open space.
He noted that Din was the only other one in there. Good. He would have Din's complete focus.
His eyes trailed down the young man's body as he moved. He was getting better with that spear, moving fluidly with it, twisting and turning gracefully as he hit the training dummy.
"Thought I'd find you here."
He didn't jump, just kept moving through the motions, spinning the spear behind his back before shifting, turning and hitting the dummy square in the chest and sending it flying.
Boba bit back a groan as the lean muscles in the man's back bunched and released. It was sinful how he moved and it made a rather lewd thought drift through his mind.
How would he move underneath him.
"What do you want, Fett?"
He grinned then. "Got time for a spar?"
Din turned to face him, tilting his head before noticing the Gaffi stick.
"I remember you using that on those troopers. The Tuskens taught you?"
"Yes."
Din flipped the spear, falling into a defensive posture.
"Alright. First one to yield?"
Boba nodded, rolling his shoulders before spinning the Gaffi stick and holding it behind him.
"Alright kid. Lets go."
They circled each other slowly and Boba was able to freely study him and he did. Every angle his arms held the spear at and how light he seemed on his feet. Then Din is thrusting the spear at him and he bats it away with his own weapon before bringing it back quickly at his visor and he dances away just out of reach. Boba nodded in approval.
"Good. You know how to stay out of reach. The pointed end of this stick can shatter armor."
"Not Beskar."
The older man chuckles low and
"No, not Beskar. But it will still hurt. How easily do you bruise?"
That made Din pause. The tone of voice he used asking that...it sends a shiver down Din's spine and he quickly shakes it off. What the hell?
"If you can land a hit on me, old man."
Boba's eyes dance with amusement, "Old? This 'old' man can still show you a few things."
That confuses Din. Was he...flirting? With him?
"Are you going to fight? Or not?"
"I'm sure there's something else we can do."
Yep, definitely flirting. Well fuck.
Din feints forward, spinning at the last second and Boba saw it coming and twisted away, knocking the spear away again and stepping close, he hooks the gaffi stick under his leg and pulling hard, knocking him onto his back but Din had hooked his foot around Boba's knee as he fell, pulling him down as he fell. Boba stopped himself at the last second his hands catching him and Boba has him caged, legs on either side of his thighs and hands on either side of his head.
Din's heart is pounding at how close he is and his hands are pressed against Boba's chest and he can feel the muscle shifting under the man's clothes and he swallows hard. The reaction he's having is unexpected and so he just freezes.
Boba has him exactly where he wanted him but at the way Din froze...he knew he had some more work before he would beg for his touch. And Boba was not anything but patient.
So he leans closer to the Beskar visor and sees himself whispers, low and rough voiced, "You okay kid?"
And that tone has an immediate reaction and Din can feel them shift in his pants and he panics, scrambling back as Boba falls to the side.
"I asked are you okay?"
"I-I'm fine. I just remembered I have to meet with Talur about something."
"Your woman?"
"You...you're not? You sound pretty indifferent about it."
"It shouldn't matter what I think or anyone else for that matter. It should be up to you who you have in your bed every night. You are Manda'lor after all. Hell, you could have an entire harem if you wanted. Have your pick of the day any chance you wanted. Or more than one at a time."
This conversation was taking a dirty turn but Din couldn't bring himself to stop it.
"You think I should have a harem?"
"Women, men, whatever catches your eye."
"Boba-"
"Go talk to your consul. Check on your woman."
And the man is waving him off, flipping to his feet and Din gapes at him behind his visor. For a big guy, Boba was far more limber than he had originally thought.
His tentacles twitch and he bites back a groan.
'Women, men, whatever catches your eye.'
He was thoroughly confused now.
Why did he enjoy that far more than he should have?
/ - / - / - /
Boba groaned, the heat of the shower sinking into his flesh as his hand gripped his cock tighter, moving faster. Maker, Din was making things all too damn easy for him. His thoughts drifted back to that training session and how Din had looked underneath him, how his hands had felt pressed into his chest. How his voice sounded, soft and breathless. He probably could have fucked him right there. Made him whimper so sweet.
He moans loudly as he paints the wall of the fresher, imagining instead a Beskar helmet tilted up to him.
And he groans, banging his head against the wall as his cock twitches again.
Fuck.
/ - / - / - / - /
His next chance came at dinner. He was always sat at Din's left side and his consul, Talur sat on the right.
This was going to be fun.
He settled into his seat and noticed that Din was much more relaxed, leaning back into his seat. Boba chuckles under his breath.
So he fucked his woman. Good.
But then there is this scent in the air and he takes a sniff, whatever it was, it smelled good. His cock twitched. It smelled amazing.
"So, why isn't she out here?"
"Who?"
"Your woman."
"She's ill at the moment."
"Serious?"
"No, it will pass in a few days."
"Good. It's always good when they can recover quickly."
Talur chokes on his drink at his words but Din doesn't even notice it or if he did, he was ignoring it.
The consul shoots him a look and he stares back unashamed and Talur arches a brow before rolling his eyes at him.
He leans over, grabbing his glass and taking a sip, letting the wine dribble down his chin and looking right at Din he licks his lips.
Din stills, his hands on his chair tighten and he looks away.
Boba grins. Good.
"So what do you have planned for Yuli?"
The helmet snaps back to him. "What?"
"Do you plan on marrying the girl or is it just to take the edge off until you find someone long-term?"
And Din is snarling at him, "Like I told the council, I plan on marrying her. She's mine."
"Oh. But are you hers?"
He winks and Din shifts in his seat. Talur coughs to cover his snort of laughter. He's finally caught on to what Boba's doing and he's thoroughly amused.
Not because it's Boba but because he knows the man doesn't know about Din's biology. Only four people do. Himself, Din, Yuli, and some doctor.
'If you only knew, Fett.' But knowing the man, he might be all for it remembering that Nautolan he had walked in on Fett pounding into that wall, hands wrapped around their tendrils tightly. He had been asked if he had wanted to join.
He had declined rushing out of there immediately.
Thankfully because this was much more amusing.
Because he knew that this was going to throw Din for a loop.
Din was confused yet again. His body was reacting strangely to Fett, looking away quickly when he had licked his lips and his comments were making his stomach twist and heat to pool.
If he didn't know any better, he would swear that Fett was trying to seduce him.
And if that was true...he didn't know what to think. He hadn't had very many partners and the few he did have before Yuli, they never went farther that him orally pleasing them.
He knew that Fett was worldly, sleeping with various different species, sometimes at the same time but he knew Fett thought he was human. With a human cock. What would happen if he knew the truth?
Would he still want him?
"You okay?" And Boba's hand drops on top of his and fire courses through him at the simple touch and he jerks back, rubbing over the spot.
"I-I'm fine."
Talur snorts. "Maybe you should retire, sire? You seem shaken all of a sudden."
Din turns to him sharply, nodding before standing, noticing Boba standing too, watching him closely, a small grin playing at his lips.
Din swallows thickly, hands now fists at his sides as he stalks from the room, footsteps following behind him.
