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I
was utterly appalled by the lack of Han Solo/Boba Fett fanfiction. As a matter
of fact, I had never even stumbled across a single one in my 5 years of reading
fanfiction!! So, instead of waiting around for somebody to write one (which
would probably take years), I decided to make one myself! :3
Without
further ado, I give you one of maybe 10 Han/Boba fanfictions in the internet!
Enjoy ^^
I forgot to mention that this is set before A New Hope, so neither Leia nor Luke are going to be mentioned in this story. D:
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The
moment his eyes fluttered open, he knew he’d been knocked out, possibly
drugged. He attempted to reach to his aching head but realized that his hands
were tied behind his back.
Han
cursed to himself. He should’ve known better than to accept a drink by a
stranger, even if said stranger was a beautiful buxom Twilek.
He
should’ve known it was a trap, too. He’d been a smuggler his whole life, living
with danger but always escaping at the last minute. This time, however…
He
scanned his surroundings. It looked as though he was in a cargo hold, but where exactly was he? More importantly:
who had the gall--and brains--to capture Han Solo? He cursed his stupidity.
He
could tell a lot about a person’s personality by looking at their ship, and he
decided to try to find out more about his captor. The cargo hold was plain,
organized, and smelled of a strong cleaning solution.
“Well,
looks like this guy has quite a personality…” Han mumbled sarcastically.
That’s
when he saw it. He didn’t know what it was, so he squint his eyes to get as
good a look as he possibly could. It looked like…
“A
cage,” he whispered with a shudder as he noticed the shackles and blood stains
in the small cell.
This guy is either a bounty hunter, or he’s just a
depraved lunatic, the smuggler
thought in disgust. Neither of which is
good.
Now to figure out whom the ship belonged to. If his captor
was a bounty hunter, he was glad to be able to rule out Bossk, the Trandoshan.
As a matter of fact, he was quite relieved. He knew how violent Bossk was and
knew his ship would have more skulls, hides, and more blood than this one.
Assuming, again, that his captor was a bounty hunter, it
might’ve been a droid, seeing as to how plain and cold the cargo hold was.
IG-88 was his first guess, but quickly dismissed it when he felt cool air
coming from the vents above his head. IG-88 cared little for sentient beings
and cared even less about how comfortable they were.
Han continued to think of who it might be when he thought of
the one bounty hunter that hated him most: Boba Fett.
“You’re awake,” a cold and familiar voice said behind him.
Han didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.
He heard the hard Mandalorian boots against durasteel floor
as Boba walked to him. Han could feel his heart sink as he heard each step get
closer; he knew Boba wouldn’t hesitate to kill him.
Han Solo came face-to-face with the notorious and mysterious
Boba Fett, his T-shaped visor shielding Han of any emotion the Mandalorian
might show. Han felt a tingle of fear and his heart began to race, he had never
been so afraid in his whole life.
Boba Fett chuckled. He couldn’t contain his own emotions, and
he didn’t want to. He was excited to finally capture the one person who had
always evaded him. Every time he thought he’d finally gotten Han Solo right
where he wanted him, the smuggler somehow managed to escape. He was the only
person clever enough to escape from Boba… until now.
He smiled behind his Mandalorian helmet. “You won’t be able
to escape this time, Solo,” Boba squatted down in
front of him, “I made sure of that. Your Wookie friend will not be here to help
you, either.” Han could hear the bounty hunter’s smirk as he spoke. He felt
rage building up inside of him, at Boba Fett, and at himself. He had forgotten
about the only person—or creature—to care for him, and he might even be hurt
right now. Or worse…
“What did you do with Chewbacca?!” Solo yelled.
“Oh, don’t worry. He’s fine,” Boba Fett smiled again.
Fett stood up and walked away, while Han yelled obscenities
at his back. He was fuming; he had to get out of there. He didn’t know how, but
he would.
The Mandalorian came back with a tray of food and laid it
down in front of the smuggler.
“How am I supposed to eat with my hands
tied behind my back?!” Han couldn’t hide his anger.
Boba had walked behind Han while he yelled. “Taken care of,”
he said as he removed Han’s shackles. Han felt a huge amount of relief as he
massaged his own wrists.
“But if you plan on doing anything sneaky,” Boba removed a
blaster from its holster, “I won’t hesitate to shoot. And I never miss.”
Han frowned, still rubbing his wrists. “It’s poisoned, isn’t
it?” he said, referring to the food in front of him.
“If it were
poisoned, Solo, I wouldn’t benefit from telling you, would I?” Boba sounded
amused. “Besides, if I wanted to kill you, I’d use different methods.” He pointed the blaster at Han’s head for
emphasis, and then pointed the barrel to the durasteel floor. “Eat,” he
commanded.
Boba didn’t even finish saying so when Han began to eat the
food on the tray. He didn’t know what he ate, but it was delicious.
Boba Fett watched Han Solo in amusement. Finally, he thought. I
finally have him. He smiled tenderly, and quickly shook his head to remove
the smile from his face. He’d never been more grateful for a helmet in his
whole life. But Han Solo was too busy eating to notice anything else; hell, if
it began to rain Wookies on fire inside the cargo hold, he’d still keep eating.
The bounty hunter couldn’t avert his gaze from the smuggler
before him. He’d loved him from the moment he saw him. He couldn’t admit his
feelings, not at first; he had, after all, always been attracted to women. And this man was nothing like a woman. He
laughed at the thought of that.
Han Solo frowned. “What’re you laughing at?” he said with his
mouth full.
Boba Fett quickly stopped his laughter and pointed the
blaster at Han Solo’s head. “Finish,” he commanded with murder in his voice.
“I don’t need you to tell me that,” he sulked and continued
chewing. Boba Fett was acting a little strange… He didn’t seem like himself at
all. Well, not that Han knew Boba personally but he wasn’t as… mysterious as he
usually is.
Han had always wondered who the real Boba Fett was. Was he exiled from his home planet and murdered
everyone out of spite as the rumors say? Or
maybe, Han thought, he’s just a woman
in disguise. Han tried not to laugh at the thought for fear of being asked.
Unlike Boba Fett, Han couldn’t threaten him if he was asked.
And what does Boba Fett
look like under that helmet? And why does he always hide his face? Does he have
3 eyes and no nose or something? Maybe he’s just really ugly… Or… Han frowned. …maybe
he’s just really good looking and doesn’t want anybody to know.
Never
in his life had a thought made Solo feel so stupid. He’s a damned bounty hunter! They’re all ugly, depraved, and sick. Still,
though, Han would kill to know what the mysterious Mandalorian really looked
like.
He
then noticed Boba Fett had been watching him the whole time, causing Han to
become embarrassed and turn a deep shade of red. I’m just glad he can’t read minds…
There
was an awkward silence between the two and Han grew nervous. He could feel
Boba’s eyes on him…
And
it was true, Boba was watching him. Getting a good look from head to toe, he
began to feel a bulge in his manhood. His face turned red and, again, he felt
grateful for the helmet. Boba longed for him.
Han
finished eating and could not help himself, so he asked, “Do you always wear
your helmet?” To Boba, that sounded more like a pick-up line than an actual
question and he turned a deep shade of red.
He
quickly regained his composure and said, “Of course not, I remove my helmet
when I go to sleep—and I’m alone—and when I bathe. No one in the right mind
would wear a helmet or armor in either situation.”
“Guess
you’re right.” Han sat with his legs crossed and his back leaning against a
couple of cargo boxes. “When do you plan on letting me go, anyway?” he asked
bitterly. In truth, he was beginning to feel rather comfortable in this cold,
hard, and dimly lit place. Boba’s presence, though unnerving, was oddly
comforting.
“When
I think it’s time to let you go,” Fett replied flatly and crossed his arms over
his chest.
Han
scoffed and mumbled, “Should’ve known… Why do you hate me so much, anyway?” His
curiosity had given way and he couldn’t help himself.
Boba
Fett couldn’t bring himself to admit the reason why he “hated” Han Solo: he
didn’t reciprocate his feelings. When Han and Fett had first met, it was at a
cantina and Boba wanted to avoid any confrontations from any of the cantina
dwellers so he arrived without his armor and helmet. Boba Fett, who’s normally
quiet and reserved, had been attracted to Han Solo from the start and tried
talking to the smuggler, only to be ignored or pushed away.
He
decided that the best way to approach the question was by bringing up half of
the original story.
“You’ve
actually seen me once without my armor, but you just pushed me away,” he felt
as if his reply sounded a bit rushed and strange.
Han
frowned, “So… I have seen you without your armor?” He felt stupid saying that
but couldn’t think of any other response.
Stupid
questions were an easy way to set Boba off and he could feel himself grow very
angry. “Isn’t that what I just said?”
Han
was also getting upset: being called an idiot was one of the easiest ways to
make him angry. He stood up and realized he was angrier than he should be; his
face had turned red and his fists were clenched. He then realized that he was
staring down the barrel of Fett’s blaster. The mix of rage and fear was
overwhelming for him and he began to feel his pants a bit tighter than they
originally were.
Boba
Fett’s eyes widened at what he saw. Was Han Solo aroused by this? He smiled a
wicked smile and said, “You’re enjoying this too much, Solo. I had no idea I
was your type.”
There
wasn’t a deeper shade of red than the one Han on his face; he’d never gotten an
erection in front of a man, especially one that hated him so much. He couldn’t
find an explanation, though, and so kept his mouth shut.
Boba
smiled and felt more at ease knowing Han was just as excited as he was. He
reached up with a gloved hand and cupped his manhood; he gave it a gentle
squeeze before saying, “I’ve waited so long to do this.”
Han
was paralyzed: he wanted Boba Fett, he wanted to feel this, too, but he didn’t
know what to do. He raised his hands up to Fett’s helmet and gently eased it
off. He was handsome in a rugged way, that much was
true. Piercing black eyes, dark hair, and a strong jaw; he really was good
looking.
He
ran his fingers through his hair and down his jaw line, causing Boba to close
his eyes. He never wanted this to end. He removed his gloves and did the same
to the smuggler. Then he put his hand behind Han’s head and brought their faces
closer. They kissed gently at first, but then it grew more aggressive; Boba
could feel his own manhood press against his armor, so much that he had to
remove it now or he’d lose his mind.
Fett
began fumbling with the clasps on his armor when he saw Han’s hand cover his.
He slowly began to undo the clasps from the top part of his armor. Boba closed
his eyes as he waited impatiently for the armor to come off; every second that
past was torture. He heard the armor hit the floor before he felt the cool air
hit his skin. He shivered slightly and helped Han remove his shirt.
Han
Solo then began to remove Boba Fett’s pants slowly. He closed his eyes again,
only this time he waited patiently for what was to come. He felt the cold air
hit his manhood but nothing else. He frowned and was about to open his eyes
when he felt Han’s mouth envelop him whole. Boba Fett gasped as he felt Han’s
tongue circle the head of his penis. He grabbed onto Han’s head and began to
moan as he massaged his balls with one hand and rubbed the shaft with the
other, all the while pleasuring him with his mouth.
Boba
closed his eyes to concentrate on the pleasure he was receiving and continued
moan, louder this time. Han removed his mouth from Boba’s penis, gave it a few
strokes and stood up. As if on cue, Fett got on his knees and began to remove
Han’s pants. His cock stood freely and Boba took him in his mouth, doing the same
Han did for him.
Boba
Fett stood up and Han got on his hands and knees, preparing himself for what
was to come. Fett penetrated his virgin ass slowly to prevent hurting Han. Once
he was in his ass entirely, he slowly pulled out and slowly pushed himself in
again, causing Han to whimper slightly. The sound of his whimpering broke
Boba’s unbreakable heart and he began to stroke his back for comfort. When Han
grew accustomed to having Boba’s cock inside him, he began to push Boba in and
out of himself.
Growing
confidence, Boba began to pound into Han, slowly at first but he gradually grew
faster and more aggressive. Solo was moaning loudly, which encouraged Fett to
pound even harder into his lover. His thrusting continued to get faster and
harder until, with a groan, Boba Fett came into Han Solo.
He
pulled out of Han and even though he was panting, he threw Han onto his back
and began to suck on his manhood until Han, too, came.
Boba
Fett and Han Solo lay naked next to each other, panting and sweaty. They turned
to each other and smiled lazily as Boba ran a hand down Han’s face. The
smuggler closed his eyes and drifted off into sleep as Fett watched his lover,
hoping this moment would never end. He too fell asleep not long afterward,
thinking, Nothing can tear us apart…
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Well…? How’d you guys like
it? :D I’m sorry if they were both OOC, I tried so hard to keep them both in
character! And I realize I might’ve made Han a bit too callous in the end and
Boba a bit too romantic lulz I was thinking I might
continue the story to where Han leaves Boba and never comes back to him so that
it’ll tie in with their relationship/hatred in the movies but I didn’t like the
way I was writing it in the end, so I chose to edit it out. You guys are very
welcome to write a sequel to this, so long as you credit me with the original :’D I would gladly read it, too. I’m a biiiiiiiiig fan of old Fetty
<333 So please review my first yaoi ever and I will
love you always and forever! <3333
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