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Bodhi was used to getting stared at. He wasn't completely oblivious: he knew he was at least somewhat attractive. It was the worst when he was still an Imperial pilot; it wasn't unusual to be called at by some of the higher ranking officers.
Sometimes it would lead to something. A quick fuck in a storage closet, giving someone a handjob for a few credits. It was just a way of survival.
Even with the Rebellion, he could feel people staring at him almost constantly. Mostly men, just like when he was with the Empire. Some days, he would play into it, and charm a rebel or two out of a couple credits. But it never went anywhere past flirting. Bodhi had somebody else he was eyeing, and he didn't want to gain the reputation of the Rebellion's newest good fuck. He was already tagged as the Imperial Pilot, whom most didn't trust. The less labels, the better.
Despite how well he seemed to react to the constant attention, he was always afraid. Certain people wanted things, things that Bodhi just didn't want to give them. He had changed since joining the rebellion, and he had told himself that most of his old life was behind him. So he never let it lead anywhere past winking and a few suggestive phrases. His mind always wandered to what would happen if one of these men were to push harder, and want more than just empty promises.
So Bodhi tried to stay away from it all as much as possible. Most afternoons when he wasn't on a mission, he could be found camped out in his room tinkering with some scrap of machine he was trying to fix. And on the off occasion when he did go out, he was most likely with Cassian or Chirrut and Baze. He was, for lack of a better term, hiding.
But he hid for good reason. Well, at least that was what he told himself. He'd had many a bad encounter while still a part of the Empire. If he never interacted with anybody more than he had to, nothing bad could come of it.
But then something bad did.
It was really just a normal day. He was unloading his ship from a recent mission he had been on. He tried as hard as he could to keep his ship neat. More difficult than it sounds when you're transporting a bunch of hotheaded rebels across galaxies.
He was carrying a box down from the cockpit when he was approached by a fellow pilot. Ares.... something.
"Hey! Bodhi, right?" Ares Something asked.
Bodhi smiled tautly, "Yeah, that's me." He walked past Ares and set the box down by the rest. "Sorry, I'm just a little busy right now. Post-mission work, you know how it-" Bodhi turned to find himself face-to-face with the other pilot, "Is..."
"Hey do you wanna, I don't know, come back to my room or something? We could play a round of Sabacc?" His mind flashed back to his old life: gambling, followed by....well, you know how the story goes. He shook his head, then looked back up at Ares. He had the same look that the Empire pilots did. Desperate, just wanting something, someone to connect with.
"Sorry, I just really have to unload this. Last time I forgot to unload my things I got scolded by K-2SO for a whole week." He moved past Ares and back into the ship, gathering some more things to bring out.
Deep down, Bodhi knew where this was going. Men like this didn't stop persisting, at least not until they got what they wanted. And he probably wasn't prepared to give this man what he wanted.
He felt Ares follow him into the ship, and Bodhi's mind kept telling him There's nobody else here. You two are alone. If something happened, nobody would know. You'd be trapped. He tried to shake those thoughts away. "I don't mind waiting. So, are you really the Imperial pilot who defected? And were you really there on Scarif?"
This was common. The battle on Scarif only happened a couple of months ago. Everyone in their group had had this happen to them at one point or another.
Bodhi grunted as he picked up another heavy box. "Yeah, that's me. Not really as noble as it seems," Bodhi could feel a rock starting to form in his stomach. He just wanted the damn guy to leave. He set the box down outside and took a deep breath. Nothing bad is going to happen. You can talk your way out of this. But the rock in his stomach was slowly getting larger. "I just flew the ship. It's Cassian and Jyn- they're the real heroes."
He walked back into the ship, searching for his goggles. Ares was nowhere to be found, which put him a little on edge. Hoping that he had left, Bodhi stopped talking and eventually found his goggles on top of an empty box near the back of the ship. When he turned back to exit, however, he was met with a familiar figure. He jumped, almost bumping into Ares, who was only a few inches from him.
Ares reached his hand up to run it through Bodhi's hair. Bodhi shuddered, taking a step back. He felt his back hit the cool metal wall of the ship, and his heart almost stopped beating. Nononononono this can't be happening.
"You're very attractive, has anyone ever told you that?" Ares put his arms on either side of Bodhi, trapping him. Bodhi swallowed, and the rock in his stomach felt like a boulder at this point.
"I-I'm sorry but I really have to-" Bodhi began, but he was interrupted by Ares forcefully kissing him. He squirmed, trying to break free. He shoved the other man away from him, breathing heavily. Ares eyes immediately darkened, and Bodhi knew he had made a mistake.
His eyes flicked toward the open door of the ship, and he immediately made a dash for it. Ares, unfortunately, was one step ahead of him. He grabbed Bodhi and picked him up like he was nothing, which was probably true. He still hadn't completely healed since the battle on Scarif, and he never ate enough to begin with.
Bodhi yelled for anyone, but Ares quickly silenced him by slamming him against a wall. Bodhi's world was spinning, and he was barely aware of his jumpsuit being unzipped. "S-stop.... please..." he groaned, trying his hardest to push the other pilot away. He could feel things happening: his jumpsuit being forced off, being moved farther back into the ship. But nothing registered in his brain.
Any time he was conscious enough, he would try and fight back. But he was just not strong enough. The last thing he remembered before he blacked out was Ares's face looking down at him.