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- Sir, tell me, what are those tentacles for?" The Jedi turned his head toward the clone, who was staring at him with his head in his lap and his legs pressed against his chest.
- They're not tentacles," Keith Fisto chuckled, peering into the dark visor of the commander's helmet.
Warm rays penetrated the interior of the small cave where they sat, gleaming in the still waters. The setting sun was sinking rapidly over the horizon, pulling the dark sky around it. Night was approaching. They were supposed to go back to the troops, but it was so nice to sit here and talk about nothing.
The commander was patiently silent, waiting for an answer. His body was pointed toward the water surface before his head was turned toward the Jedi, waiting for an answer. Releasing another chuckle, Keith turned with his whole body toward the clone. Pulling his hand toward Monnk, Fisto gently hooked his fingers on the edge of his helmet, slowly removing it.
His commander's face was quite lovely, despite the rough tattoos on his temples. The clone was very quiet, but always a warm presence around him. Even when he was somewhere on the ship or sailing off to admire the beauty of the planet, Kit always felt this peaceful warmth. The Jedi never heard him laughing happily or cursing angrily. No, Monnk was always collected and calm, like a perpetual calm from which no storm or tempest or gentle waves could be expected.
It was as if the clone were a point of balance that never shifted, frozen in one resting position.
Like a Lighthouse that illuminates with its light the way for sailors who are lost in the impenetrable darkness of the night. Neither the fierce wind, nor even less the merciless waves driven by storm and tempest, can move it or extinguish its bright beam of light.
The brown eyes that shimmered gold in the last rays of the sun were aimed directly into the Jedi's dark orbits, waiting to continue. Keith met the clone's gaze and smiled his trademark smile. But as always, he felt nothing but quiet calm. I wish just once I could see the breeze change to the blowing wind, the waves crashing against the shore, crashing against the rocks. I wish I could just once see the smile on his commander's always calm face.
- Thanks to these "tentacles," as you said, we Nautolans can detect pheromones," Keith explained to him, looking at the clone with a smile.
- Pheromones?
"Go ahead, be curious," was swirling in the Jedi's mind:
- Pheromones are used to detect the emotional state of another creature, but they are most effective underwater.
Monnk turned his head toward the cove that surrounded the high cliffs. A small cave was located in the center of the cove, filled with soft golden sand. Rocks of all sizes and shapes lay in the corners of the small cave, beautifully reflecting the light of the rising moon. The sound of the waves caressing the bottom of the rocks made a pleasant noise to my ears.
The commander's eyes were fixed on the water surface. The beautiful golden sheen was replaced by a dark rauchtopas, a golden brown crystal. The whale had to forcibly tear his gaze away from those alluring eyes. Shifting his gaze to the sand, Fisto sighed and looked again at the commander, who in the light of the rising moon seemed to be a creature from fairy tales. If the clone had been an aquatic creature, it would have had a beautiful tail, its scales shimmering in every shade of dark amber.
The image of a clone like that made the Jedi blush, and he choked on the air and stared down. Glancing at Monk again, Fisto saw that the commander was watching him with a slightly raised eyebrow.
- Sorry, Commander, I was just daydreaming," Keith laughed nervously, baring his white teeth in a smile.
- About what, sir? - A simple question that drove the Jedi council member into a corner.
- Tell me, Monk, why are you always like this? - Trying to hide his embarrassment, Fisto asked.
- Like what? - The clone didn't understand and, with a slight frown on his brow, stared intently at the general.
- No swearing, no arguing," the Jedi ran his hand over the soft sand as he watched it crumble into small crystals, "I didn't even hear you laugh.
Kit Fisto wasn't expecting a slight chuckle from the clone. Looking at Monk in amazement, the Jedi was confused to see the mischievous gleam in the eyes of the always calm commander.
- General, all this time you thought I was unemotional? - The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile.
- Frankly, yes," the Jedi smiled awkwardly as he watched his commander rise from his seat.
Little crystals of sand stuck to Monnka's suit on his hips, shins, and feet. It was conspicuous and did not escape the Jedi's attention. His commander was handsome, and if anyone tried to prove to Kit otherwise, the poor man would be crushed by the Jedi's "weighty" arguments in defense of his commander's beauty. The clone's tight water suit allowed Keith to study every line of Monk's body, except those hidden beneath the armor.
Fisto felt the calm change to a breeze of game waves. His commander clearly wanted to prove to the general that his calm was only a barrier through which Fisto had successfully passed. Lifting his helmet and smiling at the Jedi, Monnk leisurely stepped into the water. As his body sank to his waist, the clone turned around to look at the stunned Jedi. Slipping his helmet over his head, the clone dove into the water and deliberately struck the surface of the water with his flippers, splashing Keith with cool droplets.
It was an invitation, which the Jedi gladly accepted.
As he plunged into the water, Keith looked around, searching for his commander. Monnk, swam past him, dropping to the bottom to scare up a flock of small fish.
- Let's see who swims faster," he heard the clone's voice, "you or me.
Monnk, without waiting for an answer, swam swiftly toward the coral reef, deftly skirting the tall algae with large leaves on which Keith had so clumsily bumped, trying to catch up with his beloved commander.
Fisto, laughing mischievously as he caught up with the clone, tried to grab him, but Monnk twisted, showing his agility and flexibility, dodging the Jedi's hands. They went down deep and the clone had to turn on the flashlights on his helmet to see where to swim. With a shake of his head, the commander swam into an underwater tunnel that curved steeply, hiding the clone from the Jedi's view.
Following Monnk, Keith could only see the tips of his commander's flippers as he so deftly pulled away from the nautolan. Swimming out of the tunnel, the Jedi swam swiftly after the clone, which, for some reason, stopped. Grabbing Monk by the waist, Fisto pinned him against the wall and, with a joyful smile on his face, glanced at the clone:
- Caught up - joy replaced by worry when he saw the commander's stiff resistance against his grip.
Pulling away, the Jedi ran his gaze over the clone and saw the torn tube. Monnk snapped out of his seat and, removing his helmet, surfaced to the small gap between the water and the ceiling, furiously inhaling life-saving oxygen.
- Monnk! - Keith swam up to the clone and grabbed him by the shoulders - are you okay?
Coughing and panting, the commander looked at the Jedi:
- I'm fine, sir - water leaked into the cylinder through a torn tube and the clone sighed - but apparently stuck here.
Keith squeezed the commander's shoulders tighter and, frowning, said:
- Monnk, do you trust me?
- Of course, sir - the clone looked at him curiously.
- Then just trust me," the Jedi let go of the clone's shoulders and slid them up his collarbones and neck.
With his palms around the surprised Monk's cheeks, Keith struggled with his doubts for a while, and then, taking a deep breath, nestled his lips against the clone's. The commander made a surprised noise and froze as if he had turned to stone. Keith did not retreat, but only pressed his fingers, urging the clone to open his mouth.
The commander obeyed and felt oxygen fill his lungs. Monnk stared into the general's large eyes with incomprehension and amazement, holding his arms along his body. Fisto, pulling away from his soft lips, removed one hand from his cheek and touched it to the clone's hand, guiding it gently overhead. Monnk understood what the General wanted from him and, wrapping his arms around the Jedi's neck, snuggled against Kit.
- Breathe with me, Monnk," the Jedi grinned at the clone and put his arm around the commander's waist while he held the back of his head with his other hand.
Once he was in the water, Kit clung to the commander's lips again, enriching his lungs with oxygen. He could see the red blush creeping across Monnk's face after each confluence of their lips. Fisto suddenly experienced something new: His always calm commander was blowing pheromones of embarrassment, but so was Keith. The sea surface was foaming with waves that broke Monnka's barrier with a loud crack.
Keith felt so much emotion from him that he couldn't even believe it.
As he emerged from the water in front of the little cave that had started it all, Keith, pushing his feet off the bottom, swam almost to shore, but stopped when Monnck, pulling away from Keith's lips, pressed himself against his shoulder. After a while, the arms around the Jedi's neck loosened, and the clone, lying beneath the general, closed its eyes in embarrassment.
- I'll swim for your helmet and come back," the Jedi said, and was about to dive into the cool water when the commander's hands grabbed him and pulled him down.
It wasn't like the "kisses" Kit used to help the clone breathe. It was a need that Monnk had kept deep in his heart for a long time.
Unable to tear himself away from the much desired lips, the Jedi responded to the kiss. The soft presses of lips, replaced by needy, demanding more and Fisto, unable to contain himself, gently removed the clone's armor while Monnk, like a storm wind, raised the waves, crashing them down on the Jedi.
Reaching under the clone's suit with his hand, Fisto pulled away from his lips and, looking into his commander's eyes. His pupils were dilated and stared at him expectantly. With his spurs, the Jedi felt trust and desire. He also felt love. Pure, unselfish love that washed over the Jedi in a wave.
The whale was happily drowning in it.
Pulling the top of the suit off the clone, Fisto ran his hands over the soft skin. He ran his fingertips slowly over each muscle, as if trying to memorize everything: the lines and curves of the beautiful body beneath him. The Jedi nestled his lips against her neck, gently kissing and biting the delicate skin.
The water, like the Jedi's hands, gently caressed the clone's legs and torso, burning slightly with its coolness. A moan escaped Monk's lips involuntarily. Tilting his head back, the commander gave more room to explore his neck. Tossing his gloves somewhere on the sand, the clone ran his bare hands down the Jedi's back. He had touched Fisto before, but his palms were always hidden under the cloth. Now, feeling the Jedi's skin with his own, he enjoyed it.
Monnk closed his eyes in bliss as the Jedi ran his fingers along his spine, causing the commander to arch his back beneath him. Those strong, slightly rough hands gripped his hips, pulling him toward them. Opening his eyes and looking into Keith's dark eyes, which read a mute question, the clone smiled softly, kissing his Jedi on the forehead. The bottom of his suit was thrown back in the same direction as his other clothes before.
The water, already quite cold, burned the clone's hot body cold. The waters of the sea were calm and still, before the storm unfolded in Monnka's soul. The feelings and emotions that he had kept deep in his heart for a long time broke out and he could no longer contain himself. He wanted to love and be loved. He wanted those hands to never let him go, to never let this night end.
Sighing tornly, the commander grimaced unpleasantly as he felt a finger penetrate him.
- Relax, Monnk - Kit kissed the clone on the cheek, working the tight ring of muscle with his fingers - it would soon feel good.
Monnk believed it. He had always believed Jedi Keith Fisto.
Relaxing, the commander spread his legs wide, feeling the coldness of the night water as it covered him and the Jedi in soft waves. The steady fingers inside him made his entire lower body tingle with pleasure and want more. Monnk wanted to feel the general inside him, to let Keith enter as deeply as he wished. The fingers slipped easily from his body and the clone, losing the pleasurable sensations, grumbled grudgingly as he felt the water cool even more.
Fisto, casting his swim trunks ashore and pulling the commander closer, began to enter the clone slowly and gently, letting the man beneath him get used to the stretch. Monnk, inhaling sharply, dug his nails into the nautolan's thick skin. The entrance was slow and pleasant. The commander moaned blissfully, feeling full inside.
After sharing another kiss with each other, Fisto set a quiet pace. Light thrusts spread a pleasant warmth over Monk's body. Keith caught the clone's hand, trailing it over the commander's head and squeezed it into a tight lock, increasing the pace slightly.
Sighs and gasps mingled with the noise of the waves, and only the moon, which sat proudly on its heavenly throne, affectionately illuminated the two figures. The waves lapped quietly in the rocky cove, only slightly disturbing the silvery sand that lay quietly on the bottom as if not disturbing it. Small crystals pleasantly stabbed the naked back of the clone, which, flexing beautifully and showing all its virtues and curves, sang for only one person.
Hands ran down the green back, leaving small, barely noticeable scratches as the commander dug his nails into the Jedi's skin. A maroon hickey pattern loomed across the tanned skin in the moonlight. Swollen lips glistened from the kisses and merged insatiably again, as if they were more important than any precious oxygen. The Jedi's hands slid over the clone's soft skin, occasionally kneading her thighs, her breasts, her muscles, her thighs in their palms. Nothing escaped the attention of Nautolan's dark eyes.
Monnk, leaning on his elbow, pulled himself up and snuggled against Keith's body, closing that little distance between them. Fisto put his arm around the clone and pulled him toward him. The commander's bare knees dug into the soft sand as he changed positions. Water dripped in small trickles from the graceful body that saddled the Jedi. Keith's hands roamed down the back of the clone, who lifted his head and closed his eyes in bliss.
When he opened his eyes, he looked down at Fisto, who, with his trademark smile, was stroking Monnka's waist and lower back. His lips closed over the commander's collarbone and, sucking lightly, left new marks. With his arms around Keith's neck, Monnk moaned loudly, moving his hips.
Fisto, holding the commander's hips, kissed Monnk's chest, biting the tender skin.
- General...
- Just Kit," the Jedi murmured grumpily into the clone's collarbone.
- Kit, Ah! Quick..." the commander didn't have time to finish, as Fisto tipped the clone sharply onto his back, raising a splash of cool water and wrapping his arms around his waist, increasing his pace.
Monnk's entire lower body burned with pleasant fire and he, trembling slightly from the excess of sensation, tried to hold on with his hands, scratching the Jedi's back and shoulders with his nails. His chest rose and fell sharply, and the new pace that the Jedi set made his mind swim in euphoria.
The clone came with a loud groan. The thrusts into his body became intermittent and deeper, spreading pleasure through his aroused and heated body. Keith, thrusting deeply into the commander's body, squeezed Monnka's hips, coming in with a blissful sigh. Falling exhausted on the body beneath him, the Jedi gently ran his fingers along the clone's waist, feeling the shivers in Monk's body.
Rising on his elbows, Fisto looked up at his commander's face and smiled. His Monnk's beautiful eyes looked at him with warmth and love and Keith, laying back on the sand, wrapped his arms around the naked clone, pulling him to him. Kissing his beloved's forehead, the Jedi ran his fingers over the tattoos on Monk's temples.
The clone's breathing was slowly returning to normal. The Commander snuggled up against Fisto, his face against the Jedi's collarbone.
Soft waves lapped at them in the cold night water. The moon stood high in the starry sky, flooding them with its light and cradling them. They did not want to say anything, because they both already knew everything. They just wanted to lie on the sand, half in the water, listening to the sound of the night waves and looking up at the starry night sky.