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He stared at General Kenobi. His very alive General. He had thought the man was dead, but it was only an undercover mission.
They had grieved for the man. They had created a memorial, and he watched the General glance at it.
He felt something bubble inside of him. It felt dark and horrible. If the Kaminoans knew, they would decommission him.
He clenched his fist and his jaw. He had to control the urge, to punch his General. He watched the man walk over. He wasn't sure, what he was going to do.
His General gave him a tired smile, and all he could say was.
"Welcome back General."
He wanted to scream. He wanted to punch him, and beg him to never leave him. His General only nodded his head and said.
"It's good to be back."
He nodded and left the room. He was shaking in rage, but he had to hold it together. He had to bite back the betrayal.
A few days later and General Skywalker was on-board the Negotiator. He looked upset and he was complaining, about Obi-Wan. A few of his complaints hit a little too close to home.
He watched General Skywalker and felt angry. Not at General Kenobi, but at General Skywalker. It was stupid, General Skywalker didn't fake his death. But for some reason he couldn't distinguish them.
He looked General Skywalker over and realized he needed to pay.
It was easy, stealing meds from the medbay. Putting it, in his food was a lot harder. He drugged his caff, when the General wasn't looking.
He watched the General drink it and start to stumble. The entire time, he was thinking about all the pain General Kenobi caused him. He projected that pain, onto General Skywalker.
He knew if General Skywalker told anyone. His brothers would have his back. They would convince the jedi, that General Skywalker was lying.
He watched him stumble again, and he gave a twisted smile. He walked over and started leading the General away.
He lead him, to his private room. General Skywalker tried to struggle, but he was kitten weak. The drug disrupted his powers, and cut him off from the force.
"Cody, what are you doing?"
He imagined it was General Kenobi. He pushed him onto the bed and growled.
"Shut up General."
He reached down and grabbed his pants. He could hear the General whimper and beg him, to stop. He only grinned and bite into his neck. He wanted to leave marks. He wanted everyone, to know the General was his.
He wanted the General to be ashamed, when everyone stares and calls him.
"Cody's whore."
He smirks into his neck and leaves hickeys all over. He harshly pinches a nipple, and pulls off his pants.
He wants to make General Kenobi suffer. He would never know, how heart broken they all were. Some had thought about commiting suicide.
He started taking off his own clothes. He could see the General laying beneath him. He was crying and he smirked.
He had comforted his crying brothers. When General Kenobi faked his death. His actions, had caused so many tears.
He reached down and licked the salty tears, from the General. He enjoyed the taste of his misery.
He wrapped an arm around his throat and chocked him. He grinned and felt powerful. When the General died he felt powerless. He didn't know what would happen to him or his men.
He didn't know if they would be split up or kept together. He didn't know who their knew General was. He had felt helpless the entire time.
He spit on his hand. His General didn't deserve lube. He had already caused so much pain.
He stuck a finger in, and the General started wiggling. He looked like a little whore, all spread out practically begging for it.
"Pl--ea--se s--st--op."
He laughed and whispered.
"No. You don't deserve that after everything you did, General Kenobi."
He felt the General's eyes, widen under him. Probably from fear.
He stuck two more fingers in, and violently started fucking him. He ignored the General's screams of pain.
He grabbed his hips and pushed in. The General cried out in pain and tears fell down his eyes. He could feel the General's tight walls, clench around him. He could also feel a sticky substance start to coat his cock.
He pulled out a little and saw blood. He smirked and thought, perfect. His General deserved to bleed.
He started fucking into him and biting. He bite into his neck and drew blood. The General moaned in pain, and looked like he was about to pass out.
He slapped him and grabbed his chin.
"Look at me!"
He dug his nails, into the General's flesh. The General whimpered and he smirked.
"This is what you deserve. You faked your death and betrayed us. You hurt us, so I'm going to hurt you."
He could hear the General protest, but he didn't care. He started slapping him and calling him a whore. He grabbed his head and kissed him.
He stuck his tongue in and tasted the General. He ignored his pained whimpers. His General was so pathetic.
He grabbed his hips and left, hand shaped bruises. He fucked him even harder until he came with a loud grunt.
He felt orgasm wash over him. He panted and kissed the General again. He grabbed his hair and yanked on it.
The General clenched on his hard cock and they both came with a moan. He fucked the General through his orgasm. He had taken an asphoradic, so he was still hard.
The General was panting and shivering under him.
"Did you like that, you little whore?"
The General was crying, but he didn't care. He turned him over and grabbed a belt.
He started whipping the General, and enjoying his cries of pain. He wanted to mark him up, and show everyone what he did.
He spanked the General and kept fucking him. He was going to make the General pay, for lying and faking his death.
Eventually after cumming multiple times. He pulled out, and put a plug in the General's butt. He wanted his cum to stay in him.
He looked at the General, and saw his hair in the way. He huffed and reached over. He grabbed his hair and started lifting his face. He wanted to see General Kenobi's face. Except it wasn't General Kenobi, it was General Skywalker.
He gasped and pulled back. He thought General Skywalker was General Kenobi. He was passed out and looked horrible.
He needed to get General Skywalker out of here. He looked out the door and saw no one around. He picked the General up and carried, him back to his room.
He made sure the General was dressed and set him on the bed. He left the room and continued being a commander. Although he had to admit he felt a lot better.