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Familiar Faces: Any time post-prequels AU

An AU where the clones actually get a few happy endings godammit.

None of them remembered the Republic anymore, but all of them had heard the stories from those who'd escaped its fall. Not all of them had agreed about it, whether it had been good or bad, but they all were certain: better than the Empire, and better than the cloners.

That generation had joined them in pieces, filtering in from outside. They'd all been out and seen the galaxy, and told the youngest stories that made them want to go see it, no matter how much it had taken from their elders.

They were gone now, and so were the ones that had come after them, those made too young to see the war, but had been trained to fight against their own when the cloners soured on the Empire. Only a few of them had remained on Kamino, hidden away in windowless domes so far beneath the waves that the only sound on the outer walls was the occasional tapping of some large abyssal creature walking with slow deliberation across its surface.

That generation was the one that rebelled. The shift in indoctrination didn't take, they suspected. The cloners had pushed their luck too hard.

They'd used their training. Reached out to the clones in other domes. Planned out everything they'd need. Then one day, all at once, they rebelled. Took over the security systems, captured every Kaminoan they could find. Kept them penned up, uncomfortable, but alive. They were hostages to keep the rest of them quiet, and a vital part of what they did next.

No clones were made on Kamino that next five years. More were produced on other worlds, trained for the Empire. So many of them that some eventually found their way out, despite what had been done to them. Their training had been harder on them, made them slow to trust anyone, including themselves.

But on Kamino, they were waiting for results. The youngest cohorts aged up old enough to prove to their elders they'd be able to make this new life work. They were learning what they needed to, how to do the jobs that some had thought impossible for them.

Then, finally, the first new batch. They were healthy, they were so very young, and they stayed young longer than any of them had before.

For the next ten years, that's where they all stayed. The older generations made an uneasy armistice with the Kaminoans after several more skirmishes and careful prisoner exchanges. The clones sent topside reported back there was a new war on. But with only a few thousand of them, they had to be careful. Keep their work quiet. Lead escaped Imperial clones and old Republic-loyal men back to them, make contact with the few who'd hidden among the Mandalorians. They all took a good hard swipe at the Empire whenever they got the chance, but they had to be careful and quiet, or they'd be destroyed like the Jedi were.

The Emperor eventually died, within the lifetimes of most clones who'd seen him rise. It hadn't seemed possible until one day it just suddenly was. An era was ending, and they were ready to go meet it.

[Prompt 1]

He'd been in one of the first batches to get made after that. He'd grown up hearing stories about the clones that helped make it possible, like Rex and Wolffe and the long-dead but still remembered Fives who'd warned them what was coming. Everyone knew their names, and those who'd given all so that one day they could become a new people, with everything that made them unique.

They'd left Kamino then, when he was still young enough that he didn't remember. They'd gone to H'ratth, a forgotten Inner Rim planet that had held secret Republic strongholds. It was habitable, it was abandoned, and it was now theirs. They dug in, installed the cloning chambers in the deep vaults, and from there started to make the planet home.

By the time he was old enough to remember things, the walls were starting to be lost under waves of color. Each sector had its own shade, matching the armor of the eldest regiments. He knew what each of them meant, who the knotwork and abstract lines depicted, memorials for soldiers most of the artists had never met. He'd grown up under the pale blue-grey of 99, one of the defenders of their first home on Kamino who'd died defending cadets against invaders, and who'd proved clones could do anything they set their mind to, regardless of how they were formed.

He grew up at little more, and said very confidently one day to his teachers that he was going to join the infantry and be a sergeant. He liked the word, and some of the best stories on the walls were about sergeants. That was what he thought, anyway. They still had need of soldiers, to defend against the people who saw them as escaped slaves, weapons out of control, lost and feral pets. They youngest bristled at the assumptions that the eldest had been forced to bear. No one had to anymore, and they refused to let it hurt them all again. They'd protect their own.

Their armor was shaped differently from what the eldest remembered, shaped to clone specification on H'ratth to fit them better than the old mass-produced models, but still evoking their lines. And everybody painted up, just like the eldest had. Either you did it yourself or made a deal with an artist. A lot were getting something avant garde, soft gradients or realism were popular and daring now. Every regiment was a riot of individuality.

He'd gone with something in between the traditional and the new. The black plate of his special ops group, layered on with blue-grey paint depicting things he'd done. Spiraling cable patterns down the right arm, left side broken and cracked by geometric flashes of lightning.

And he'd earned a sergeant's pauldron. His name was Taiko, and life was the way it should be.

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That slow, deliberate pace was utterly hypnotizing, eyes falling closed and head tilted back, a groan resonating in his throat under that gentle, dangerous contact. He matched the pace, using the arm around Poe to encourage him to move his hips in time with the hand on his cock.

"Yeah," he breathed, "Second left door--" he broke off sharply as those teeth got him at just the right time to send a jolt all the way through him. "Bottom drawer by the bed." He kept a couple toys in there too. Just for himself, mostly, when he had the time to prepare. Normally he'd be a little unaccountably embarrassed to know someone might find them there, but not tonight.

His teeth sank into the muscle between neck and shoulder - not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to feel it, as he used his shoulder to slowly push Taiko back towards the hallway. He pressed his hips closer, to that every time he gave a stroke, his knuckles ran along the back of Taiko's hand, his hips thrusting shallowly in time.

He was trying to get there. He was. But he ended up pushing Taiko right back up against the wall of the hallway, then pressing his whole body up against him, and he sank his teeth down a little harder, sucking on the flesh beneath.

They were almost there, right next to the door, but it might as well have been a thousand miles away when he felt Poe's teeth again. He cursed and arched up off the wall, looping a leg over Poe's hip without thinking, holding them together.

He was going to be covered in bruises tomorrow. The thought made him grin and bite his lip, a low, almost purring groan accompanying it.

The groan made his cock throb hotly, a line of precum sliding down his length, the space between them too tight to get a good stroke in, anymore. He didn't care. The rough friction of it was more than enough, as he ground his hips up against Taiko, the leg around his waist drawing him closer.

"Bed," he demanded a little roughly, because being vertical was only going to work so long, especially without lube. "Now."

Poe's voice. It had already been charming enough, and alluringly foreign, but that accent and sounding that hungry for this, it was enough to make him shiver.

He slapped the button for the door, disentangling from Poe and drawing him inside, over towards the bed. It had always felt a little too big for just himself, but it had come with the apartment and he hadn't been about to complain. Every once in a while, it was useful. Tonight was looking to be one of the best among those.

Getting disentangled for a second meant he had full use of his hands again, which he put to good use by just shoving Taiko backward onto the bed. He didn't waste any time in crawling on top of him, pressing him down into the sheets with a hard kiss as he lined himself up, pressing the length of his cock against the other man's before slowly rolling his hips to grind them together.

He groaned against Taiko's mouth as he slipped into a slow, dragging rhythm.

He half-rose again to meet the kiss, but didn't resist the force of it, letting it pin him down, hold him there.

He was moving his hips against Poe's, the friction between them not quite enough to satisfy, but close enough to chase after that feeling, groaning in return, the sound a demand for more. He wasn't usually this impatient, he didn't usually run this hot, but damn, he couldn't get enough of what Poe was doing to him.

The groaning plea was enough to remind Poe that he did actually have a mission, and that mission was in a bottom drawer next to the bed. So he rolled against him a few more times, before pressing a hard kiss to the man's neck again, and then shifted his weight so he could lean over across the bed, legs still tangled together, and fight the drawer open.

His fingers found the bottle of lube at the same time that an eyebrow arched upon finding the toy.

He grabbed one of the clear boxes with a dildo inside, and pulled it up on the bed, too.

"I'm going to take a wild guess," he growled, leaving both just next to them as he slid his body hard back up against Taiko's, pressing lips to his ear and nipping at the earlobe as he began to grind against him again. "That toy of yours is one you use on yourself, isn't it? And you thrust it up into yourself, stretching yourself out, half dreaming of some off-world pilot to come along and take its place--"

He was caught in a brief moment of suspense, unsure what Poe would think of what he had in there. It wasn't anything to be ashamed of, but you never knew how a natural-born might react to things.

But that voice right in his ear settled most of the doubt, sending another thrill up his spine. He's usually not good with talking dirty like this, but tonight--"I guess that's why it always felt the best." Tonight he was feeling it. "And now I can find out what the real thing feels like..."

Poe groaned, the words making a pulse of arousal go right through his blood and down to his cock as he ducked his head, forehead pressing against Taiko's shoulder as he kept grinding himself against the man. Keep it together, Dameron.

"Damn right, you do," He promised huskily, before leaning back up again to press a rough, hurried kiss to Taiko's lips before pulling back. He reached for the bottle of lube, regretfully sliding back on his knees to sit between Taiko's legs as he edged them apart a little. He poured some of the clear, slick fluid onto his fingers and then lowered his hand, sliding fingers down the length of Taiko's cock mostly to tease, then continuing south as they sought their final destination.

He could be taking it slower, but he felt like a spring coiled up fit to burst, and he had the feeling that Taiko was feeling exactly the same way.

It worked. That emboldened him a little more, staring up at Poe from his place on the sheets. "I'd been thinking about it, once we found that poster. Couldn't get it out of my head."

He thrust up against Poe's touch, a slow rolling motion, spreading his legs wider, his hands sliding down to his thighs to hold them open. The motion was almost smooth--he was running too hot for that, by far.

He knew his ego was being stroked - knew that it was unlikely, that Taiko was being literal. And yet, on the other hand - he was all too happy to indulge that particular fantasy. To think about the clone staring at the poster of him, moaning as he thrust the toy deeper into himself--

Yeah. Kriff. That was an image and a half.

He leaned in, holding one leg up against him, putting Taiko's knee up over the curve of his shoulder, and braced his weight as his fingers continued down. When they found their mark, they teased at it, Poe biting his lip, before one smoothly pushed inside of Taiko's incredibly hot body. The feel of it went straight to Poe's cock, his lips parting as he pushed his finger slowly but firmly deeper inside him.

He settled into place against Poe, the teasing catching him somewhere between a groan and a giddy laugh of anticipation. Stars, he wanted this.

His head fell back as the finger pushed into him, trying to relax and make this easier. The slow pace was easing him into it, but keeping him in suspense for more. He couldn't stay still, pressing his hips up to meet the thrust into him.

It was an intensely erotic motion, and it was very, very difficult to not just surge forward and skip all the preliminaries, but Poe - despite popular opinion - could have patience.

Just. Only when he thought it was worth it.

And right now? Definitely worth it.

He shifted, again, so that he could get his other hand free, arm half wrapped around Taiko's thigh as he reached out, sliding his palm onto the clone's cock and giving it a slow stroke as he worked his finger deeper.

Another roll of his hips, blissfully, impatiently caught between Poe's hands. It had been a while since he last worked himself up to this. They'd been out on assignment, in the thick of things and too keyed up to even think about enjoying themselves out there.

But now back at home, safe underground, he had so much pent up need that he couldn't resist pushing it faster. "Give me another, I can take it..."

Force, but that plea - demand? - sent all the blood rushing from Poe's brain straight south, and it was getting incredibly hard to think straight. Which might have been why he couldn't - and instead just immediately agreed to the request, groaning as he slipped another finger in alongside the first, twisting as he thrust them both deeply into the clone's body.

"You're going to drive me crazy," Poe muttered, but it was a far cry from a complaint.

It was tighter, but he could still enjoy it more like this, really feel the fingers pressing against his body's resistance, opening him up as the muscles slowly relaxed.

"I--" Stars, whatever coherency he'd miraculously had was gone. "You're not the only one." He couldn't just lie back and enjoy it, he needed his hands back on Poe. He reached for the lube instead, pouring out a measure of it and reaching down to take Poe's cock in hand, starting up at the head and working down into long strokes, as smooth as he could still manage with all that Poe was doing to him.

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