My Bounty

BY : typoking
Category: Star Wars (All) > Slash - Male/Male
Dragon prints: 416
Disclaimer: I do not own any recognizable elements from the Star Wars franchise and no money/profit is being made from this fanfic.

Nar Shaddaa: you would never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy… unless you looked up and saw Nal Hutta in the sky. Crime, corruption, poverty, it was the perfect place for any lowlife to make an “honest” living. It was also the perfect place for any would-be vigilantes to get their start. If you could handle yourself in a fight and had a strong moral code, you could protect a few of the poor souls who suffered from the various gangs and thugs that plagued Nar Shaddaa’s streets, maybe even make a neighborhood safe to live in. So long as you were smart and stayed out of the way of the big fish, you could have a very long and successful career.

One such vigilante, named Ado Janic and dubbed “Night Edge” by the masses, was currently returning to one of his many safehouses. The indiscreet door in one of Nar Shaddaa’s many winding back alleys opened upon interfacing with his armor and reading his biometrics, allowing Ado entry. The pale overhead lights flickered to life as he stepped through the threshold and the door slid shut behind him with nary a sound. The safehouse was nothing special to look at: a small room with barely enough space for the cot shoved into a corner and the small table and chair pushed against the opposite wall, right next to the open door that led into the small closet of a bathroom he’d installed.

Ado didn’t even bother to remove his armor as he dropped himself into the chair with a sigh, the old furniture creaking in protest under the sudden weight. The past few months had been surprisingly tiresome despite the low level of criminal activity. The main district under his protection, Vapor Town, had seen something of a revitalization ever since the incident with Traven was resolved. The incomplete Water Treatment Plant project had been taken up by another construction company and was swiftly nearing completion. Pretty soon, the modified moisture vaporators that had given the district its name would be obsolete. In addition, the remaining rakghouls that had plagued the district for weeks thanks to Traven’s lunacy were finally eradicated thanks in no small part to Ado’s efforts. With the numerous gangs that had once harassed the district’s denizens driven out long ago by the vigilante, the founding of a militia to uphold some semblance of law, and the beginnings of a local government forming, Night Edge was left with a sensation he hadn’t felt in years.

Boredom.

Not that he wasn’t happy that he’d managed to succeed in his goal of turning Vapor Town into a somewhat nice place to live. Hell, he was damn proud of both his work and the people of Vapor Town for finally standing up for themselves after years of getting crushed beneath the boots of ruthless criminals. That sense of accomplishment, that he’d actually been able to make the lives of some people better, was undoubtedly still there, but it was tainted by the knowledge that, like the moisture vaporators, very soon he would become obsolete.

Logically, he knew that he’d soon have to move on and let the people of Vapor Town stand on their own two (in some cases more) feet, but he was still reluctant to do so. The idea of starting over again someplace else didn’t hold the same level of appeal to him as it once did. Years of facing the grim reality of Nar Shaddaa had forced him to accept that his naïve original goal of turning Nar Shaddaa into a better place one district at a time was simply impossible to accomplish. One district cleaning itself up might escape the notice of the Hutts, but those fat worms wouldn’t take kindly to seeing a large portion of their territory becoming more independent. Night Edge was but one man (albeit an incredibly dangerous one) and even he couldn’t stand up to the awesome might of the Hutt Cartels.

At that moment, the com in Ado’s helmet beeped, drawing him out of his thoughts and alerting him to a new message that had just come in. Opening the message, Ado felt a smile twitch at the corners of his mouth. He’d been in need of a distraction, and it looked like he got one.

Boba Fett, the greatest bounty hunter in the galaxy (arguably, but anybody stupid enough to vocalize that sentiment usually were convinced otherwise) stood in full armor within the spacious bedroom of his Nar Shaddaa penthouse, his finger having just pressed the SEND button on his private terminal. The bounty hunter had arrived moon-side barely an hour ago, the engines of the Slave I were still cooling out on his private landing pad. Boba had just completed a fairly exhilarating hunt for the Empire, and with no other bounties out there that caught his interest, the Mandalorian was in the mood for some leisure time.

Heading back to relax at Jabba’s palace had been ruled out immediately; there was only so much of the temperamental Hutt Boba could stomach, even if he was the bounty hunter’s best client (and Boba really wasn’t in the mood to be hounded about the Solo contract while the smuggler was still hiding out with the Rebels). Coruscant was also out; the Empire had begun cracking down even more on the lowlife after the destruction of the Death Star in an attempt to rout out any Rebel spies, making many of the activities Boba engaged in for fun much more trouble than they were worth. There were various other places that the bounty hunter could have headed to instead, but in the end he’d decided on reliable old Nar Shaddaa. The Smuggler’s Moon had never failed to provide entertainment; it had perhaps the most flourishing nightlife in the entire galaxy and Boba had more contacts here than anywhere else, including contacts that would be more than to provide him some entertainment.

One contact in particular had just been sent a summons. Boba straightened up and moved over to the large armor locker placed next to his bed. Detaching his jetpack and placing it in its designated area within the locker, Boba began the process of carefully stripping off his armor piece by piece, ritually placing each segment in its dedicated place within the locker. Once he was finally stripped down to his fatigues, Boba shut the locker and left the bedroom down a short flight of stairs.

The main floor of the penthouse was dominated by a large central lounge, complete with numerous sofas, luxury chairs, a fireplace, and a vidscreen that stretched from floor to ceiling. A decently sized kitchen was attached to the lounge, along with the apartment’s entry hall and the door to the private landing pad, as well as access to the various other rooms of the penthouse that Boba rarely used.

The penthouse had been “gift” from Jabba for a job well done (meaning the Hutt had it just lying around after disposing of its previous owner and decided to give it to Boba instead of paying him fully for a particularly expensive bounty) and had become the bounty hunter’s default base of operation on Nar Shaddaa. Boba didn’t particularly care for the luxury and he rarely found time to use the accommodations, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t grown fond of the place. It was nice to have somewhere to relax that was away from the noise of Jabba’s palace.

Boba dropped himself down onto one of the couches and turned on the vidscreen, flipping to some bland history program. His company wouldn’t arrive for at least a few hours, Vapor Town was located towards the edge of the side of Nar Shaddaa that was tidally locked to Nal Hutta, while Boba’s penthouse was facing away from the planet. Even with his air speeder and his knowledge of the secret paths of Nar Shaddaa, Janic would take quite a while to get to the suite, leaving Boba with some time to kill. Sure enough, several hours of boring documentaries later, Boba heard the thump of something heavy landing on the floor out of his line of sight. Turning off the vidscreen, the bounty hunter got up off the sofa and casually turned to find a dark humanoid figure next to an open window, standing up from a crouch.

Ado Janic, aka: “Night Edge” was an intimidating sight with the form-fitting midnight-black armor that encased him from head to toe and the massive retractable blade attached to the side of his right forearm. Janic gave Boba a slight nod of acknowledgement, a slight blue glow emanating from the visor of his full-head helmet. “Fett.”

“Janic.” Boba replied, crossing his arms over his chest. “You know there’s a door right?” He gestured with his head in the direction of the penthouse’s entrance.

Boba could feel the grin beneath the vigilante’s visor as he spread his arms wide. “Look at me. Going through the front door would be more suspicious than just climbing through your window.”

Boba rolled his eyes “Worried about your reputation?”

“Yours, actually.” Janic placed a hand over his heart “Whatever would the neighbors say?”

Boba felt the corner of his mouth twitch. “The neighbors are too scared of me to say anything. I made sure of it.”

“Of course you did.” Janic strode across the room, closing the distance until only the couch separated them. “So is this a business call, or pleasure?”

“What the fuck do you think?” Boba stated, jerking a thumb towards the stairs leading up to the bedroom.

Janic cocked his head to the side in an unreadable manner but nevertheless sauntered around the couch and towards the steps. “Sir, yes sir.”

“No sass.” Boba said, smacking Janic on the ass as he passed by him, following the vigilante up the stairs a moment later, a hungry fire lit in his belly.

When Boba reached the top of the steps, Janic had his back turned to him, having already detached the blade from his forearm and was placing it carefully down on a nearby desk before beginning the process of removing his armor. Allowing himself a small smirk, Boba quickly began removing his fatigues, dropping them in a messy clump on the floor. They’d been doing this for a few months now, and Boba was familiar enough with the routine to know better than to help the vigilante undress. Once he was bare-ass naked, Boba turned to see that Janic was almost finished stripping off his armor.

Beneath the black plates of his armor, the vigilante wore a skin-tight mesh body glove with a facemask. Boba had once asked why Janic wore the bodysuit beneath his already fairly form-fitting armor, but all he had gotten was a shrug with an unhelpful “reasons”. Not that Boba was really complaining. The fabric clung to the peaks and valleys of the vigilante’s muscles, accentuating the firm curves of his ass and thighs. Janic was a couple inches taller than Boba, and a great deal broader too. It was hard to imagine someone with such a muscular and imposing frame being as infamously stealthy as Night Edge was so supposed to be, but Boba had seen firsthand that the reputation was well-earned.

Janic turned slightly to gaze at Boba through the single slit on the facemask for his strikingly violet eyes, the fabric that covered his mouth tugging slightly from the vigilante’s grin. “Enjoying the show?”

Boba grunted, the air of was slightly cold against his bare olive skin and he was all too eager to warm up. “I’d enjoy it more if you’d hurry up.”

The vigilante tsked and turned back away from the bounty hunter, “Where’s you’re charm, Fett?”

With that Janic pulled off the facemask completely, almost lazily tossing it atop the desk where he had neatly piled up his armor and turned back to Boba. Janic’s short, black hair, was tousled and sticking to his head, the fair skin of his handsome face was marred by a slight stubble and two scars running along the left side of his jaw and above his right eyebrow. Janic looked far too weary for his twenty-nine years, but there was a strange vitality glittering within the depths of his violet eyes.

And that insufferable grin was now on full display. “You’ll never seduce me by being surly!”

Boba snarled, it had been far too long since he’d had any relief, and the fire smoldering in his gut was about ready to burst into an inferno. “How’s this for seduction? If you’re not naked in the next ten seconds, I’m going rip that suit off you!”

Janic wagged his finger at the increasingly impatient bounty hunter “Temper… temper…”

Boba growled “Nine…

Not needing any more warning, Janic quickly undid the zipper of his bodysuit, shucking out of the mesh as fast as he could, leaving him nude, and turned back around to toss it next to his armor. Boba was closing the distance between them the moment the vigilante’s back was turned. Reaching out with his hand, Boba wrapped his fingers around Janic’s neck and roughly pulled the other man against him, his lips finding the vigilante’s shoulder.

Janic chuckled as he tilted his neck to allow Boba’s hungry lips better access “Eager, are we?”

“Shut up.” Boba muttered in between nips at Janic’s shoulder blade.

Thankfully, the vigilante complied, and Boba moved his lips over to Janic’s neck to mouth at his pulse, reaching his other hand around the vigilante to grab at his already hardening cock. In response, Janic reached back behind him and found Boba’s buttocks, pulling him forward to grind the bounty hunter’s shaft against the vigilante’s ass. Boba moaned against Janic’s neck, rubbing his thickening cock against those firm cheeks and giving Janic’s own shaft a few slow pumps in return.

The vigilante grunted and pulled himself free from Boba’s grasp with a slight protest escaping the bounty hunter’s lips at the loss of contact. Boba wasn’t left wanting for long however, as Janic quickly turned around and grabbed Boba by the back of the head, roughly smashing their lips together. Boba moaned as he felt Janic’s tongue invade his own and wrapped his arms back around the vigilante, pulling him flush against his flesh. Their tongues battled for dominance and their bodies ground against one another, heat building between them. Boba felt Janic reach into what little space remained between them to grab hold of both their dicks, rubbing them against one another. The fire in Boba’s belly was starting to rage, banishing all thought of the bedroom’s chilly air. Managing to force their tongues back into Janic’s mouth, Boba grabbed the back of Janic’s head, fingers curling into the vigilante’s hair, and roughly pulled their mouths apart, leaving them both breathing heavily.

Opening his eyes (he hadn’t even realized he’d shut them) Boba gazed at Janic’s face: his eyes had gone black with desire and beads of sweat were starting to form at his temples. “Bed.” Boba growled out “Now!”

Something twinkled in Janic’s eyes “What’s the magic word?”

Fuck you.”

Janic smirked “Well, if you insist.”

Without another word, the vigilante broke off from Boba and quickly made his way over to the large bed in the center of the room. Stalking after him like a predator, Boba made sure to snag a condom from the nightstand. When he turned back to the bed, Janic was spread out on the mattress with that irritating grin still present on his lips, hands behind his head and legs spread with his knees up in invitation. Not wasting any more time, Boba climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between Janic’s legs.

“Are you gonna make me do all the work?” Boba asked with a cocked eyebrow.

Janic’s smirk grew “Pretty much. I’m feel a little lazy today.” Nevertheless the vigilante lifted his hips slightly, allowing Boba better access to his entrance.

Taking the invitation, Boba put the corner of the condom’s wrapper between his teeth to be held there, freeing his hands to reach out, one going to the vigilante’s ass, the other moving up to grab Janic’s cock. With little preamble, Boba plunged his index finger into Janic’s asshole, his other hand slowly pumping up and down the vigilante’s length. Pulling his finger out momentarily, Boba joined his middle finger with the index and swiftly plunged back inside, reaching as deep into the other man as he could, his fingers finding a familiar lump. Releasing Janic’s cock, Boba massaged the lump with the pads of his fingers. The walls of the vigilante clenched around Boba’s digits and Janic released a sharp gasp.

Smirking, and satisfied with the elasticity of Janic’s asshole, Boba withdrew his fingers. Removing the condom wrapper between his teeth, Boba looked up to see that the vigilante’s eyes had fallen shut, his whole body tense in anticipation of what was coming next. Boba’s eyes drifted down to Janic’s rigid cock and noticed with satisfaction that a bead of pre had already formed at its tip. Deciding to prolong the vigilante’s torment just a little longer, Boba leaned forward, sticking out his tongue, and gave the head of Janic’s cock one long slow lick, relishing in the salty taste of the pre.

At the touch of Boba’s tongue, Janic bucked his hips, nearly poking the bounty hunter in the eye with his dick. “Kriff, Fett!” Janic gasped, grabbing onto the headboard of the bed “If you don’t start fucking me soon I’m gonna shove my cock down your fragging throat and pound it until I cum!”

A shiver went up Boba’s spine at the thought of letting the vigilante dominate him like that but he pushed it aside for now. At the moment, the only one who would be shoving their cock anywhere, was Boba. Pulling back, the bounty hunter quickly tore open the condom’s packaging and unraveled it over his own aching erection. It was one of those convenient “auto-lubricating” condoms, where the exterior of the condom (marked by a handy “this side out” label) was coated in a film of lubricant that activated on contact with air.

Spreading Janic’s legs a little wider with one hand and lining up his cock with the vigilante’s entrance with the other, Boba looked up at Janic one last time before pushing in. “Ready or not Janic…”

The vigilante, eyes clenched shut, nodded and forced his muscles to relax. Taking that as his cue, Boba started to slowly push himself through the tight ring of muscle. A hiss escaped Janic’s lips, quickly turning into a moan as more and more of Boba’s shaft inched into his asshole. Once he was completely hilted inside of the other man, Boba grabbed onto Janic’s hips, lifting the vigilante up slightly so that the bounty hunter could get a better angle, and started to gently rock back and forth. Whimpering as Boba’s dick found his prostate, the other man hooked his legs around Boba’s waist, pulling the bounty hunter even closer to him. Slowly building tempo, Boba pulled out slightly, aiming for more shallow thrusts while he leaned down, his eyes falling shut as he brought his lips to the vigilante’s chest. Leaving a line of licks and kisses in his wake, Boba moved across the vigilante’s pecs until he found a nipple, and latched onto the little nub the second he did. While continuing his shallow thrusting, Boba lathered licks and nips all over Janic’s nipple. Feeling a hand press against the back of his head and an arm wrap around his back, Boba opened his eyes and glanced up from his suckling on the vigilante’s nipple to see that Janic had released the headboard and had lifted his head to watch the bounty hunter work, that fucking smirk once more on his lips.

“You look like…y-you’re having fun… there Fett.” Janic said between gasps, sweat starting to drip down his brow.

Boba pulled off the nipple with a wet pop and glared at the vigilante “What did I say about sass?”

Janic’s grin grew bigger (he was going to split his face in two at this rate) “To share it loudly and freely?”

Narrowing his eyes, Boba slowed his thrusts to a halt, eliciting a disappointed groan from Janic’s lips. “Do I have to gag you?”

“Well, seeing as I-” Janic tightened the grip of his arms and legs around Boba “-have no intention of letting you go anywhere, that’ll be rather difficult wouldn’t it? I guess you’ll just have to deal with it.”

Boba cocked an eyebrow, then instantly hilted himself inside of the vigilante. Janic’s cry of surprise was swallowed by Boba’s lips as the bounty hunter roughly grabbed the back of the vigilante’s head and shoved his tongue down Janic’s throat as he resumed pounding the other man’s ass in earnest. Before long Janic broke the heated kiss, his head falling back with a moan. Boba’s lips fell to the vigilante’s neck as he let loose, letting the pleasure carry him away. Moans, flesh slapping against flesh, and the creaking of the shaking bed filled the room. The fire in Boba’s gut had become a raging inferno, building… building… until…

Janic let out a loud moan as his whole body convulsed and Boba felt something wet splash against his chest. Already close himself, the spasming walls of Janic’s ass were more than enough to send Boba over the edge. After the throes of orgasm had subsided, Boba carefully extricated himself from Janic’s ass, pulling free of the vigilante’s now considerably weaker grip.

Looking down, he could see the other man’s orgasm had sprayed onto both their chests. Rather than deal with trying to clean dry cum off of himself later, Boba decided to climb off the bed after he had peeled the now wet condom from his softening dick and head towards the bathroom, tossing the used condom away in a waste bin on the way. Grabbing a towel off a shelf, Boba quickly cleaned the already drying semen from his chest. Heading back into the bedroom, Boba was surprised to see that Janic was still resting on the bed, his cock now completely limp.

“Only once tonight?” Boba said with a smirk as he tossed the towel towards the vigilante.

“Shut up, I’m tired.” Janic groaned back, catching the towel and quickly cleaning himself off. Once he was done he flung the towel back at Boba and covered his eyes with an arm. “I’m just gonna crash here, okay?”

Boba, who was in the middle of tossing the dirty towel into the laundry bin placed near the bathroom door, just shrugged “Fine by me.”

When he got no response, Boba turned back to the bed to find Janic already fast asleep, not even having bothered getting under the covers. Slightly taken aback by how quickly he’d fallen asleep, Boba briefly wondered what could possibly make the vigilante so exhausted before dismissing the thought as none of his business. Moving to the other side of the bed, Boba slid beneath the blankets and rest his head on one of the many pillows, leaving a respectable distance between Janic and himself, and allowed himself to drift off.

He had no concerns about lowering his defenses around the vigilante like this. Over the past few months he’d grown to… if not trust, at least understand the vigilante enough to know that he had nothing to fear from him. They had managed to form a rapport whilst taken on that mad Traven, Janic had more than earned the bounty hunter’s respect with his combat prowess, and Boba would be lying if he’d said the sex wasn’t damn good too. True, a part of Boba sometimes liked to pretend that it was only out of fear that the bounty hunter would change his mind and collect on Night Edge’s bounty that the vigilante agreed to fuck him, but he knew that Janic was too proud for that. No, the vigilante came to their liaisons of his own free will.

Which made it all the more of a shame that Boba would probably have to kill him anyways. The bounty hunter had fucked many men and women over the years only to have to turn on them when their interests didn’t align, and Janic was just the latest. Undoubtedly at some point Janic would target one of Jabba’s assets on Nar Shaddaa in his crusade to “protect the helpless” and all that nerf shit, even though the bounty hunter had warned him to steer clear of his boss’s operations on Nar Shaddaa, and Boba would have no other choice than to stop him, unless he risk earning the Hutt’s ire. Not even the infamous Boba Fett could take on Jabba the Hutt and live. So the bounty hunter enjoyed their arrangement, however odd it was, while it lasted, and quietly prepared for the day Night Edge would once more be his target. It was like his father had always said:

A bounty hunter doesn’t have any friends.

My Bounty

1: An Odd Arrangement

Nar Shaddaa: you would never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy… unless you looked up and saw Nal Hutta in the sky. Crime, corruption, poverty, it was the perfect place for any lowlife to make an “honest” living. It was also the perfect place for any would-be vigilantes to get their start. If you could handle yourself in a fight and had a strong moral code, you could protect a few of the poor souls who suffered from the various gangs and thugs that plagued Nar Shaddaa’s streets, maybe even make a neighborhood safe to live in. So long as you were smart and stayed out of the way of the big fish, you could have a very long and successful career.

One such vigilante, named Ado Janic and dubbed “Night Edge” by the masses, was currently returning to one of his many safehouses. The indiscreet door in one of Nar Shaddaa’s many winding back alleys opened upon interfacing with his armor and reading his biometrics, allowing Ado entry. The pale overhead lights flickered to life as he stepped through the threshold and the door slid shut behind him with nary a sound. The safehouse was nothing special to look at: a small room with barely enough space for the cot shoved into a corner and the small table and chair pushed against the opposite wall, right next to the open door that led into the small closet of a bathroom he’d installed.

Ado didn’t even bother to remove his armor as he dropped himself into the chair with a sigh, the old furniture creaking in protest under the sudden weight. The past few months had been surprisingly tiresome despite the low level of criminal activity. The main district under his protection, Vapor Town, had seen something of a revitalization ever since the incident with Traven was resolved. The incomplete Water Treatment Plant project had been taken up by another construction company and was swiftly nearing completion. Pretty soon, the modified moisture vaporators that had given the district its name would be obsolete. In addition, the remaining rakghouls that had plagued the district for weeks thanks to Traven’s lunacy were finally eradicated thanks in no small part to Ado’s efforts. With the numerous gangs that had once harassed the district’s denizens driven out long ago by the vigilante, the founding of a militia to uphold some semblance of law, and the beginnings of a local government forming, Night Edge was left with a sensation he hadn’t felt in years.

Boredom.

Not that he wasn’t happy that he’d managed to succeed in his goal of turning Vapor Town into a somewhat nice place to live. Hell, he was damn proud of both his work and the people of Vapor Town for finally standing up for themselves after years of getting crushed beneath the boots of ruthless criminals. That sense of accomplishment, that he’d actually been able to make the lives of some people better, was undoubtedly still there, but it was tainted by the knowledge that, like the moisture vaporators, very soon he would become obsolete.

Logically, he knew that he’d soon have to move on and let the people of Vapor Town stand on their own two (in some cases more) feet, but he was still reluctant to do so. The idea of starting over again someplace else didn’t hold the same level of appeal to him as it once did. Years of facing the grim reality of Nar Shaddaa had forced him to accept that his naïve original goal of turning Nar Shaddaa into a better place one district at a time was simply impossible to accomplish. One district cleaning itself up might escape the notice of the Hutts, but those fat worms wouldn’t take kindly to seeing a large portion of their territory becoming more independent. Night Edge was but one man (albeit an incredibly dangerous one) and even he couldn’t stand up to the awesome might of the Hutt Cartels.

At that moment, the com in Ado’s helmet beeped, drawing him out of his thoughts and alerting him to a new message that had just come in. Opening the message, Ado felt a smile twitch at the corners of his mouth. He’d been in need of a distraction, and it looked like he got one.

Boba Fett, the greatest bounty hunter in the galaxy (arguably, but anybody stupid enough to vocalize that sentiment usually were convinced otherwise) stood in full armor within the spacious bedroom of his Nar Shaddaa penthouse, his finger having just pressed the SEND button on his private terminal. The bounty hunter had arrived moon-side barely an hour ago, the engines of the Slave I were still cooling out on his private landing pad. Boba had just completed a fairly exhilarating hunt for the Empire, and with no other bounties out there that caught his interest, the Mandalorian was in the mood for some leisure time.

Heading back to relax at Jabba’s palace had been ruled out immediately; there was only so much of the temperamental Hutt Boba could stomach, even if he was the bounty hunter’s best client (and Boba really wasn’t in the mood to be hounded about the Solo contract while the smuggler was still hiding out with the Rebels). Coruscant was also out; the Empire had begun cracking down even more on the lowlife after the destruction of the Death Star in an attempt to rout out any Rebel spies, making many of the activities Boba engaged in for fun much more trouble than they were worth. There were various other places that the bounty hunter could have headed to instead, but in the end he’d decided on reliable old Nar Shaddaa. The Smuggler’s Moon had never failed to provide entertainment; it had perhaps the most flourishing nightlife in the entire galaxy and Boba had more contacts here than anywhere else, including contacts that would be more than to provide him some entertainment.

One contact in particular had just been sent a summons. Boba straightened up and moved over to the large armor locker placed next to his bed. Detaching his jetpack and placing it in its designated area within the locker, Boba began the process of carefully stripping off his armor piece by piece, ritually placing each segment in its dedicated place within the locker. Once he was finally stripped down to his fatigues, Boba shut the locker and left the bedroom down a short flight of stairs.

The main floor of the penthouse was dominated by a large central lounge, complete with numerous sofas, luxury chairs, a fireplace, and a vidscreen that stretched from floor to ceiling. A decently sized kitchen was attached to the lounge, along with the apartment’s entry hall and the door to the private landing pad, as well as access to the various other rooms of the penthouse that Boba rarely used.

The penthouse had been “gift” from Jabba for a job well done (meaning the Hutt had it just lying around after disposing of its previous owner and decided to give it to Boba instead of paying him fully for a particularly expensive bounty) and had become the bounty hunter’s default base of operation on Nar Shaddaa. Boba didn’t particularly care for the luxury and he rarely found time to use the accommodations, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t grown fond of the place. It was nice to have somewhere to relax that was away from the noise of Jabba’s palace.

Boba dropped himself down onto one of the couches and turned on the vidscreen, flipping to some bland history program. His company wouldn’t arrive for at least a few hours, Vapor Town was located towards the edge of the side of Nar Shaddaa that was tidally locked to Nal Hutta, while Boba’s penthouse was facing away from the planet. Even with his air speeder and his knowledge of the secret paths of Nar Shaddaa, Janic would take quite a while to get to the suite, leaving Boba with some time to kill. Sure enough, several hours of boring documentaries later, Boba heard the thump of something heavy landing on the floor out of his line of sight. Turning off the vidscreen, the bounty hunter got up off the sofa and casually turned to find a dark humanoid figure next to an open window, standing up from a crouch.

Ado Janic, aka: “Night Edge” was an intimidating sight with the form-fitting midnight-black armor that encased him from head to toe and the massive retractable blade attached to the side of his right forearm. Janic gave Boba a slight nod of acknowledgement, a slight blue glow emanating from the visor of his full-head helmet. “Fett.”

“Janic.” Boba replied, crossing his arms over his chest. “You know there’s a door right?” He gestured with his head in the direction of the penthouse’s entrance.

Boba could feel the grin beneath the vigilante’s visor as he spread his arms wide. “Look at me. Going through the front door would be more suspicious than just climbing through your window.”

Boba rolled his eyes “Worried about your reputation?”

“Yours, actually.” Janic placed a hand over his heart “Whatever would the neighbors say?”

Boba felt the corner of his mouth twitch. “The neighbors are too scared of me to say anything. I made sure of it.”

“Of course you did.” Janic strode across the room, closing the distance until only the couch separated them. “So is this a business call, or pleasure?”

“What the fuck do you think?” Boba stated, jerking a thumb towards the stairs leading up to the bedroom.

Janic cocked his head to the side in an unreadable manner but nevertheless sauntered around the couch and towards the steps. “Sir, yes sir.”

“No sass.” Boba said, smacking Janic on the ass as he passed by him, following the vigilante up the stairs a moment later, a hungry fire lit in his belly.

When Boba reached the top of the steps, Janic had his back turned to him, having already detached the blade from his forearm and was placing it carefully down on a nearby desk before beginning the process of removing his armor. Allowing himself a small smirk, Boba quickly began removing his fatigues, dropping them in a messy clump on the floor. They’d been doing this for a few months now, and Boba was familiar enough with the routine to know better than to help the vigilante undress. Once he was bare-ass naked, Boba turned to see that Janic was almost finished stripping off his armor.

Beneath the black plates of his armor, the vigilante wore a skin-tight mesh body glove with a facemask. Boba had once asked why Janic wore the bodysuit beneath his already fairly form-fitting armor, but all he had gotten was a shrug with an unhelpful “reasons”. Not that Boba was really complaining. The fabric clung to the peaks and valleys of the vigilante’s muscles, accentuating the firm curves of his ass and thighs. Janic was a couple inches taller than Boba, and a great deal broader too. It was hard to imagine someone with such a muscular and imposing frame being as infamously stealthy as Night Edge was so supposed to be, but Boba had seen firsthand that the reputation was well-earned.

Janic turned slightly to gaze at Boba through the single slit on the facemask for his strikingly violet eyes, the fabric that covered his mouth tugging slightly from the vigilante’s grin. “Enjoying the show?”

Boba grunted, the air of was slightly cold against his bare olive skin and he was all too eager to warm up. “I’d enjoy it more if you’d hurry up.”

The vigilante tsked and turned back away from the bounty hunter, “Where’s you’re charm, Fett?”

With that Janic pulled off the facemask completely, almost lazily tossing it atop the desk where he had neatly piled up his armor and turned back to Boba. Janic’s short, black hair, was tousled and sticking to his head, the fair skin of his handsome face was marred by a slight stubble and two scars running along the left side of his jaw and above his right eyebrow. Janic looked far too weary for his twenty-nine years, but there was a strange vitality glittering within the depths of his violet eyes.

And that insufferable grin was now on full display. “You’ll never seduce me by being surly!”

Boba snarled, it had been far too long since he’d had any relief, and the fire smoldering in his gut was about ready to burst into an inferno. “How’s this for seduction? If you’re not naked in the next ten seconds, I’m going rip that suit off you!”

Janic wagged his finger at the increasingly impatient bounty hunter “Temper… temper…”

Boba growled “Nine…

Not needing any more warning, Janic quickly undid the zipper of his bodysuit, shucking out of the mesh as fast as he could, leaving him nude, and turned back around to toss it next to his armor. Boba was closing the distance between them the moment the vigilante’s back was turned. Reaching out with his hand, Boba wrapped his fingers around Janic’s neck and roughly pulled the other man against him, his lips finding the vigilante’s shoulder.

Janic chuckled as he tilted his neck to allow Boba’s hungry lips better access “Eager, are we?”

“Shut up.” Boba muttered in between nips at Janic’s shoulder blade.

Thankfully, the vigilante complied, and Boba moved his lips over to Janic’s neck to mouth at his pulse, reaching his other hand around the vigilante to grab at his already hardening cock. In response, Janic reached back behind him and found Boba’s buttocks, pulling him forward to grind the bounty hunter’s shaft against the vigilante’s ass. Boba moaned against Janic’s neck, rubbing his thickening cock against those firm cheeks and giving Janic’s own shaft a few slow pumps in return.

The vigilante grunted and pulled himself free from Boba’s grasp with a slight protest escaping the bounty hunter’s lips at the loss of contact. Boba wasn’t left wanting for long however, as Janic quickly turned around and grabbed Boba by the back of the head, roughly smashing their lips together. Boba moaned as he felt Janic’s tongue invade his own and wrapped his arms back around the vigilante, pulling him flush against his flesh. Their tongues battled for dominance and their bodies ground against one another, heat building between them. Boba felt Janic reach into what little space remained between them to grab hold of both their dicks, rubbing them against one another. The fire in Boba’s belly was starting to rage, banishing all thought of the bedroom’s chilly air. Managing to force their tongues back into Janic’s mouth, Boba grabbed the back of Janic’s head, fingers curling into the vigilante’s hair, and roughly pulled their mouths apart, leaving them both breathing heavily.

Opening his eyes (he hadn’t even realized he’d shut them) Boba gazed at Janic’s face: his eyes had gone black with desire and beads of sweat were starting to form at his temples. “Bed.” Boba growled out “Now!”

Something twinkled in Janic’s eyes “What’s the magic word?”

Fuck you.”

Janic smirked “Well, if you insist.”

Without another word, the vigilante broke off from Boba and quickly made his way over to the large bed in the center of the room. Stalking after him like a predator, Boba made sure to snag a condom from the nightstand. When he turned back to the bed, Janic was spread out on the mattress with that irritating grin still present on his lips, hands behind his head and legs spread with his knees up in invitation. Not wasting any more time, Boba climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between Janic’s legs.

“Are you gonna make me do all the work?” Boba asked with a cocked eyebrow.

Janic’s smirk grew “Pretty much. I’m feel a little lazy today.” Nevertheless the vigilante lifted his hips slightly, allowing Boba better access to his entrance.

Taking the invitation, Boba put the corner of the condom’s wrapper between his teeth to be held there, freeing his hands to reach out, one going to the vigilante’s ass, the other moving up to grab Janic’s cock. With little preamble, Boba plunged his index finger into Janic’s asshole, his other hand slowly pumping up and down the vigilante’s length. Pulling his finger out momentarily, Boba joined his middle finger with the index and swiftly plunged back inside, reaching as deep into the other man as he could, his fingers finding a familiar lump. Releasing Janic’s cock, Boba massaged the lump with the pads of his fingers. The walls of the vigilante clenched around Boba’s digits and Janic released a sharp gasp.

Smirking, and satisfied with the elasticity of Janic’s asshole, Boba withdrew his fingers. Removing the condom wrapper between his teeth, Boba looked up to see that the vigilante’s eyes had fallen shut, his whole body tense in anticipation of what was coming next. Boba’s eyes drifted down to Janic’s rigid cock and noticed with satisfaction that a bead of pre had already formed at its tip. Deciding to prolong the vigilante’s torment just a little longer, Boba leaned forward, sticking out his tongue, and gave the head of Janic’s cock one long slow lick, relishing in the salty taste of the pre.

At the touch of Boba’s tongue, Janic bucked his hips, nearly poking the bounty hunter in the eye with his dick. “Kriff, Fett!” Janic gasped, grabbing onto the headboard of the bed “If you don’t start fucking me soon I’m gonna shove my cock down your fragging throat and pound it until I cum!”

A shiver went up Boba’s spine at the thought of letting the vigilante dominate him like that but he pushed it aside for now. At the moment, the only one who would be shoving their cock anywhere, was Boba. Pulling back, the bounty hunter quickly tore open the condom’s packaging and unraveled it over his own aching erection. It was one of those convenient “auto-lubricating” condoms, where the exterior of the condom (marked by a handy “this side out” label) was coated in a film of lubricant that activated on contact with air.

Spreading Janic’s legs a little wider with one hand and lining up his cock with the vigilante’s entrance with the other, Boba looked up at Janic one last time before pushing in. “Ready or not Janic…”

The vigilante, eyes clenched shut, nodded and forced his muscles to relax. Taking that as his cue, Boba started to slowly push himself through the tight ring of muscle. A hiss escaped Janic’s lips, quickly turning into a moan as more and more of Boba’s shaft inched into his asshole. Once he was completely hilted inside of the other man, Boba grabbed onto Janic’s hips, lifting the vigilante up slightly so that the bounty hunter could get a better angle, and started to gently rock back and forth. Whimpering as Boba’s dick found his prostate, the other man hooked his legs around Boba’s waist, pulling the bounty hunter even closer to him. Slowly building tempo, Boba pulled out slightly, aiming for more shallow thrusts while he leaned down, his eyes falling shut as he brought his lips to the vigilante’s chest. Leaving a line of licks and kisses in his wake, Boba moved across the vigilante’s pecs until he found a nipple, and latched onto the little nub the second he did. While continuing his shallow thrusting, Boba lathered licks and nips all over Janic’s nipple. Feeling a hand press against the back of his head and an arm wrap around his back, Boba opened his eyes and glanced up from his suckling on the vigilante’s nipple to see that Janic had released the headboard and had lifted his head to watch the bounty hunter work, that fucking smirk once more on his lips.

“You look like…y-you’re having fun… there Fett.” Janic said between gasps, sweat starting to drip down his brow.

Boba pulled off the nipple with a wet pop and glared at the vigilante “What did I say about sass?”

Janic’s grin grew bigger (he was going to split his face in two at this rate) “To share it loudly and freely?”

Narrowing his eyes, Boba slowed his thrusts to a halt, eliciting a disappointed groan from Janic’s lips. “Do I have to gag you?”

“Well, seeing as I-” Janic tightened the grip of his arms and legs around Boba “-have no intention of letting you go anywhere, that’ll be rather difficult wouldn’t it? I guess you’ll just have to deal with it.”

Boba cocked an eyebrow, then instantly hilted himself inside of the vigilante. Janic’s cry of surprise was swallowed by Boba’s lips as the bounty hunter roughly grabbed the back of the vigilante’s head and shoved his tongue down Janic’s throat as he resumed pounding the other man’s ass in earnest. Before long Janic broke the heated kiss, his head falling back with a moan. Boba’s lips fell to the vigilante’s neck as he let loose, letting the pleasure carry him away. Moans, flesh slapping against flesh, and the creaking of the shaking bed filled the room. The fire in Boba’s gut had become a raging inferno, building… building… until…

Janic let out a loud moan as his whole body convulsed and Boba felt something wet splash against his chest. Already close himself, the spasming walls of Janic’s ass were more than enough to send Boba over the edge. After the throes of orgasm had subsided, Boba carefully extricated himself from Janic’s ass, pulling free of the vigilante’s now considerably weaker grip.

Looking down, he could see the other man’s orgasm had sprayed onto both their chests. Rather than deal with trying to clean dry cum off of himself later, Boba decided to climb off the bed after he had peeled the now wet condom from his softening dick and head towards the bathroom, tossing the used condom away in a waste bin on the way. Grabbing a towel off a shelf, Boba quickly cleaned the already drying semen from his chest. Heading back into the bedroom, Boba was surprised to see that Janic was still resting on the bed, his cock now completely limp.

“Only once tonight?” Boba said with a smirk as he tossed the towel towards the vigilante.

“Shut up, I’m tired.” Janic groaned back, catching the towel and quickly cleaning himself off. Once he was done he flung the towel back at Boba and covered his eyes with an arm. “I’m just gonna crash here, okay?”

Boba, who was in the middle of tossing the dirty towel into the laundry bin placed near the bathroom door, just shrugged “Fine by me.”

When he got no response, Boba turned back to the bed to find Janic already fast asleep, not even having bothered getting under the covers. Slightly taken aback by how quickly he’d fallen asleep, Boba briefly wondered what could possibly make the vigilante so exhausted before dismissing the thought as none of his business. Moving to the other side of the bed, Boba slid beneath the blankets and rest his head on one of the many pillows, leaving a respectable distance between Janic and himself, and allowed himself to drift off.

He had no concerns about lowering his defenses around the vigilante like this. Over the past few months he’d grown to… if not trust, at least understand the vigilante enough to know that he had nothing to fear from him. They had managed to form a rapport whilst taken on that mad Traven, Janic had more than earned the bounty hunter’s respect with his combat prowess, and Boba would be lying if he’d said the sex wasn’t damn good too. True, a part of Boba sometimes liked to pretend that it was only out of fear that the bounty hunter would change his mind and collect on Night Edge’s bounty that the vigilante agreed to fuck him, but he knew that Janic was too proud for that. No, the vigilante came to their liaisons of his own free will.

Which made it all the more of a shame that Boba would probably have to kill him anyways. The bounty hunter had fucked many men and women over the years only to have to turn on them when their interests didn’t align, and Janic was just the latest. Undoubtedly at some point Janic would target one of Jabba’s assets on Nar Shaddaa in his crusade to “protect the helpless” and all that nerf shit, even though the bounty hunter had warned him to steer clear of his boss’s operations on Nar Shaddaa, and Boba would have no other choice than to stop him, unless he risk earning the Hutt’s ire. Not even the infamous Boba Fett could take on Jabba the Hutt and live. So the bounty hunter enjoyed their arrangement, however odd it was, while it lasted, and quietly prepared for the day Night Edge would once more be his target. It was like his father had always said:

A bounty hunter doesn’t have any friends.



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