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You sniffled as you drug your tired body up to the main hull of the ship, trying desperately to brew a cup of caf. Your whole body felt sluggish and weak, and your endless coughing had kept you up most of the night. As you looked up to the cockpit, you saw five pairs of eyes watching you with concern.
“You look like shit,” Crosshair said, and you mustered up enough energy to flip him an obscene gesture. Tech winced as you launched into another coughing fit, and Wrecker had to spring from his seat to catch the mug you dropped while trying to grab it from the cabinet.
“M’fine,” you grumbled but couldn't find the strength to fend off Tech as he approached you with a thermometer he stole from your medkit. “Hey, is that mine?”
“Open,” he said, trying to prod the thermometer under your tongue.
“Bet you all wish you got to say that to me more often, huh?” you tried to joke, but Tech took advantage of your words and stuck the thermometer in your mouth. You pouted around the device.
“Jesus,” Echo breathed as he peeked over his brother’s shoulder at the display on the device. Tech read the numbers before taking a hefty step back. “You’re burning up,”
“I said I’m fine. Just a little cough. I’ve dealt with worse,” you protested, but you slumped gratefully into Echo’s arms when he came to stand beside you.
“Why don’t we get you back to bed, huh?” Hunter said, and Echo nodded in agreement. You opened your mouth to complain, but you were slung easily over Echo’s shoulder before you could get any words out. You tried to swing your fists against his back, but it seemed like far too much effort for you to move, so you resigned yourself to your fate.
When you were back in your room, Echo lowered you gently onto the bed and grabbed some spare blankets from a storage cubby. You were shivering now, your fever finally getting to you.
“Echo, I’m cold,” you said quietly.
“I know, I’m getting you some blankets, sweetheart,” he froze when the pet name escaped him, but you seemed too tired to notice. He wrapped the blankets around you tightly and you snuggled into the warmth they provided. “Are you going to be alright?”
“I am alright! You don’t have to baby me,” your words were already slightly fuzzy from sleep, and you fell into a gentle rest almost as soon as the words left your lips. Echo waited at the side of your bed until he was sure you had completely drifted off. He watched you for a moment as you slept, enjoying the way the tension seemed to melt from your face. Tech knocked gently on your door, and Echo gave you one last look before slipping out of the room.
“I got her some medicine for when she wakes up,” Tech said, pressing a small canister of pills into Echo’s hand. “Make sure she drinks lots of fluids as well. I believe she should be better by morning,”
“Thanks,” Echo replied, and Tech nodded before leaving for the cockpit once more. With one last glance to your door, Echo retreated to his own bunk; he didn’t sleep very much the previous night, and they were still set to be in hyperspace for another uneventful day. He set the canister of pills in the small cubby by his bed before flopping into his own bunk and trying to get some sleep.
The first thing he noticed was the sound of rustling, and Echo figured that it was just one of the other boys trying to get some sleep as well. That was until he felt the presence of another person beside him. He shot up straight and looked over to see you, a pile of blankets in hand, trying to sneak your way into the bunk.
“What are you doing?” he asked, still not fully comprehending what he was seeing.
“M’still cold. Move over,” you explained unhelpfully.
“Do you know this isn’t your bunk?” Echo said, and you nodded, tossing your pile of blankets onto his lap.
“You’re warm. I don’t care that it’s your bunk, scoot over,” you said, and Echo incredulously shifted closer to the wall. As you snuggled into the bed beside him, he reached for the container Tech had given him earlier.
“Here, take these before you go back to sleep,” he said, and you grumbled, but took the pills nonetheless. Echo couldn’t help focus on the way your throat bobbed as you took the pills but quickly shook the thoughts away.
“Go back to sleep,” you said as if you weren’t the one who woke him up in the first place. You grabbed his left arm and wrapped it around your shoulders, and Echo could feel the way you were still shivering from your fever. As best he could with his scomp link, he rearranged the blankets to provide you with more warmth, before letting your steady breathing lull him back to sleep.
Echo awoke several hours later to you stirring beside him. You had stopped shivering, and when he freed his hand enough to press it to your forehead, it had returned to a normal temperature. In your sleep, you had curled even further into his side, your chest now pressed firmly against his own bare torso. Through the thin fabric of your sleep shirt, he could feel the swell of your breasts shift with every steady breath. His cock twitched in his blacks, and Echo firmly ignored the thoughts that invaded his head.
“Echo?” your voice was soft and thick with sleep as you called out, hand flailing to search for him. He caught your hand and squeezed it gently, letting you slowly pull yourself awake.
“I’m here. Are you feeling better?” he asked. He could see you nod in the dim light of the room, and he remembered what Tech had mentioned earlier. Ignoring your whine of protest, he fully pulled his arm out from under you and fumbled around by the bed for a bottle of water. He handed the metal container to you expectantly. “Drink.”
“I’m not thirsty,” you replied petulantly.
“Water will help you feel better,” Echo said. “Now, drink,”
“Yes, sir,” you grumbled sarcastically, snatching the bottle from him and tipping the contents back into your throat. Echo froze in place, gaping at you. If having you pressed so close to him hadn’t already stirred up inappropriate thoughts, hearing you refer to him with an honorific sure did.
“Osik, sweetheart. Call me sir again,” he breathed out, and you choked on your water. He blinked in panic; did he say that out loud? The two of you sat in awkward silence for a minute, trying to process what had just happened. Finally, you broke the tension.
“You’re gonna have to earn that title, sir,” you said in a teasing lilt. Echo knew you must be feeling better since you would never have teased him like that if you were still sick. Now, you were smiling at him, eyes deceptively innocent, and holy shit did you just call him Sir again?
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, sweetheart,” he said, rolling on top of you and bracing himself on his metal arm, legs bracketing your own.
“I know what I’d like you to be getting into,” you challenged, and Echo snapped. He crashed his lips onto your own, swallowing your whimper. Eagerly, you let his tongue explore your mouth as his hand ran down your side. He tugged at the hem of your shirt and you threw it off, exposing your chest. Echo ran his thumb over your nipple; he couldn’t help but be enraptured by your tits, his hand eagerly gripping at the soft flesh. You moaned softly, and he connected your lips to muffle you again.
“Quiet, sweetheart. You’re gonna wake the whole ship,” he chastised, and you rolled your eyes. Echo pinched your nipple in retaliation to your brattiness, making you squeal.
“You’re mean,” you whined as Echo slid his hand further down, gripping a handful of the soft meat of your thigh.
“If I recall correctly, I let you sleep in my bed while you were sick because you said you were cold,” Echo said, though he wasn’t upset about the turn of events in the slightest. With how long he had been pining after you, he was furiously thanking whatever had made you sick in the first place. You started to argue back, but his fingers finally traced your slit, and whatever comment you were going to make got lost in a moan.
“Want you inside of me,” you said as you pulled him back down for another kiss. Echo smiled against your lips.
“What exactly do you want inside of you? My fingers?” he slid two thick digits into you easily, and he groaned at how wet you were already.
“That’s not what I meant,” you protested, but with the way he was curling his fingers so expertly, you almost didn’t want him to stop. “Fuck, Echo!”
“You’re going to have to ask for what you want, sweetheart,” he teased, thrusting his fingers in and out of you lazily. You whined as he leaned down to begin nipping at the skin of your neck, soothing his bites with his tongue.
“Want your cock, please sir!” you squealed as Echo brought his thumb up to massage your clit. Your hips jerked underneath him, and he groaned as he was granted some friction against his now fully hard cock.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he said, withdrawing your fingers just as you were beginning to clench around him, mere moments away from your orgasm. You muttered a swear, but Echo was far too busy cleaning his fingers with his tongue to care. Once he had sufficiently tasted you, he quickly pulled down his pants letting his cock spring up against his bare chest. He couldn’t help the swell of pride when he saw your mouth drop open slightly.
“Holy shit, are all clones that hung?” you said, reaching out to grip his cock gently. Echo’s laugh turned into a low moan as you swiped your thumb over the head, gathering the bead of precome at the tip.
“I mean, I would assume,” he said, hips stuttering towards you as you stroked him. You smirked at his gasp when you trailed your hands down to cup his balls. “Fuck, wanna be inside you, sweetheart,”
“Well, hurry up then!” you said impatiently, before tacking on a snarky “sir,”
Echo groaned low in your ear as he pushed into you, his prosthetic holding his weight as he brought his left hand up to pull your face in for a kiss. Your needy whine was swallowed by his mouth, and he let you adjust to him for a moment before pulling out and slamming back in.
“So fucking tight,” he groaned, and you dug your nails into his back as he set a steady pace. His eyes kept darting around, flicking between your face and your tits and then down to where the two of you were joined.
“Echo, holy shit,” you muttered. You could only force out semi-coherent sentences, but Echo seemed to get the message as he sped his hips up.
“Shit, mesh’la. So fucking pretty. Wanna make you fall apart under me over and over and over,” he rambled, thrusts getting slightly erratic. The orgasm you had been denied earlier was building back with full force, and you could feel yourself clench around Echo whenever he angled his hips just right to hit that spot inside of you.
“Please, Echo, wanna come,” you pleaded, wrapping your legs around his hips to bring him tighter against you. He pressed his lips to yours once more before pulling back and peppering teasing kisses down your jaw and neck.
“That’s not what you were calling me earlier, sweetheart,” he teased, and you shuddered at his tone. He gasped as he felt your walls flutter around him, but it was drowned out by your low moan.
“Please, sir. I’ve been so good, please let me come,” you begged, putting on your best puppy-dog eyes as you looked up at him. Echo smiled at your display and kissed you sweetly.
“Just one more thing, mesh’la. Been wanting to try this out,” he muttered, dropping his weight onto his left arm and guiding his scomp link between your legs. You raised an eyebrow, but couldn’t question him too much. Not with the bruising pace he was keeping with his hips and the filth he was spewing in your ear.
He nestled his scomp link right against your clit and you yelped, the metal cold against your overheated body. Just as you were about to ask what he was doing, strong vibrations started rumbling through the metal and onto your clit. Your words turned into a loud moan as you came hard, the feeling of Echo fucking you and the surprise vibrations sending you hurtling over the edge. The way your walls clenched triggered Echo’s orgasm, and you felt him twitch inside you as he filled you up. When you started shaking for overstimulation, Echo finally turned off the vibrations.
“How the hell did you do that?” you panted as he pulled out of you, grabbing a cloth to clean the release dripping from between your legs.
“I’m honestly not sure. I’m still getting used to how this thing works,” he said a little sheepishly, discarding the cloth and pulling the blankets around the two of you once more. He spotted the half-empty bottle of water and nudged it towards you once more. “Drink,”
This time, you didn’t protest, all brattiness replaced by bone-deep exhaustion from your orgasm. You finished the bottle of water before curling into Echo’s side. He tried to adjust so that his metal arm wasn’t hurting you, but you waved him off.
“Doesn’t bother me. Just want to be here with you,” you beamed at him, eyes drooping slightly. Echo kissed your nose and you giggled at the display of affection.
“Rest, sweetheart. I’m sure you’ll feel better in the morning,” he said.
“I already feel better after doing that,” you teased, but when Echo started to reply, he noticed that your breathing had evened out and you had drifted back to sleep. He watched you lovingly until he felt his own eyes grow heavy, and he let your steady breathing lull him into an easy rest.
You woke up to the sound of Hunter shouting in the cockpit. The bed was cold beside you, and you felt around for your companion until Hunter’s words alerted you to his location.
“What do you mean you don’t know how you got sick? I think the whole damn system heard the two of you last night!”