"Ah, yes, that would make more sense. You'll have to forgive me, I'm not exactly an expert on scalping." He didn't take his eyes off of Harper as he sat down on the other man's bunk.
"Oh, not particularly. But I have no doubt that you have some ideas of your own, especially if you're feeling generous tonight."
"I have a few trophies but I suppose they could more accurately be called spoils of war."
While Krennic didn't trust Harper he also knew right now they were both useful to each other. For now. So he nodded with a smirk, knowing this would be worth his while. "I believe I would enjoy that as well so yes, I would."
He started to unbutton his jacket before setting it aside before starting to pull off his boots. He was sure it would be obvious what they had done when he left with a wrinkled uniform but he didn't care.
"What have you brought with you?" He would have been surprised in Harper didn't have a few interesting things with him.
Harper just smiled. "There's a trunk by your boots, engineer. I'm sure you'll find something suitable."
It was one of his gear kits, containing nothing obviously related to sex. But creativity knew no bounds and so forth. Harper was rather found of the durasteel binders.
Harper tipped his head to the side, smiling just a little. Outside he could hear the noise of uninterrupted festivities. He wondered if his men would manage to either kill or seduce any of Krennic's death troopers, or simply annoy them. The latter would involve less blood. Either of the former options would make things infinitely more interesting.
Time would tell.
"One of these days I will kill something worth more credits than I could ever need and I'll do this in a proper bed," Harper said thoughtfully. In a hotel with furniture they could wreck thoroughly, perhaps. He moved away from the wall, reaching out to cup Krennic's cheek. He dug his nails in just a little. "As I said, you're bold to come out here. And away from your guards. What if I hadn't been here at all, hmm?"
"Hmm I suppose I would have had to figure something out in that case, wouldn't I?" he chuckled as he reached out to pull Harper closer to him as he felt fingernails dig into his skin. He had gone out to meet Mandalorians, no one would be surprised if he came back with marks of some sort or other so there was no protest from him.
"But my gamble paid off, which is fortunate for the both of us."
He chuckled at getting bopped on the nose, it seemed such an innocent gesture considering their current position.
"I would hate to be boring or predictable," Krennic laughed as he pulled at Harper's clothes. He was sure he made quite a sight - an Imperial officer in a compromising position on the bunk of a Mandalorian soldier. But it didn't matter, right now he wasn't the head of advanced weapons research, it was just him and Harper at the moment.
"If you were, you'd be dead," Harper informed him cheerfully, stepping back to shrug out of his shirt. It was just the way of things. "But you aren't and my men won't kill your troopers. Probably. Take your clothes off."
"That is reassuring to know." Krennic grinned at that as he started to pull his clothes off. He didn't need much encouragement and he wasn't going to ask about his troopers. If they died then clearly they weren't the elite soldiers they were supposed to be. It didn't take him long to discard his clothes, tossing them aside as he waited for Harper to strip as well.
Armor out of the way, Harper began working on his belt. Once that was done - and all the knives set aside - he sat down next to Krennic to remove his boots, utterly at ease with his body. There wasn't much point in having one otherwise. "Hmm. And here you are. After giving me such a gift."
A Jedi. Possibly even two.
Harper shivered at the thought, then bared his teeth in a wide grin. "Hands, now. I will, of course, reward you for that."
"You will be doing me a favor in return by killing the Jedi. And I'm more than happy to give you this gift in return."
He had no use for lightsabers or even the kyber crystals. Mining operations had been going well and two tiny crystals weren't going to help in research anymore. He held out his hands without a moment of hesitation, palms facing down.
Always so bold. Assured of his control and his place in the universe. Harper appreciated that about Krennic, though part of him - perhaps irrationally - wanted to break pattern and demonstrate how easy it would be for someone like Krennic to fall. Certainly it would hurt. Certainly it would not get him anything worth keeping. But the impulse was there.
Harper swallowed it down, clicking the binders onto Krennic's wrists. It wasn't tight enough to hurt. But the man wouldn't be going anywhere. "Hmm. And if I lose, you humiliate my niece. You have thought of everything, engineer."
Had he, though.
Well, they'd see.
Harper grinned, showing his teeth. "Now stand up. I have plans for you."
"Naturally. Planning is what an engineer is good at, after all." It did work out rather nicely, either way, the Mandalorians, and Maketh Tua would be dealt with. And potentially the Jedi as well. And it would be a blow to Tarkin which just made it all the better.
He looked down at the binders as they clicked shut, smirking up at Harper as he stood. "Oh? At least I have every confidence that you won't disappoint." He still had the bruises and marks to remind himself of that at least.
There was no protest as Harper messed up his hair, amused. He assumed he would be more of a mess before the evening was finished.
"Arms up?" he asked as he made his way to the wall, glancing at Harper over his shoulder. He was more than willing to obey when it suited his purposes.
"It's in my interests to be cooperative for the moment. Besides, I'm curious as to where this is going to lead," Krennic admitted, tilting his head up as Harper squeezed the back of his neck. He raised his arms, letting the binders attach to the metal wall magnetically.
Brave man. Possibly foolish. But thus far Krennic had survived all their encounters and even advanced his own game - and ahead of Harper's, at that. How strange. How very strange. Harper dragged his teeth against Krennic's shoulder, pressing himself flush against him. "That depends on what makes you interesting."
Haper slapped his hand against Krennic's hip suddenly.
Krennic groaned, he had noticed that Harper had a talent for making him react so easily. He looked back at Harper, trying to see what he was going to do.
"I'm sure you have an idea already," he remarked with amusement, twitching as his hip was slapped. He still had marks from from the last time but he had no objection to more. "Just don't keep me waiting."
"You ought to be careful saying things like that," Harper observed, dragging his nails down the line of Krennic's spine. It wouldn't leave a mark, but that was all right. Other things would. "What if I was feeling contrary?"
Tonight he's not, but the possibility remains.
What a fun game they've begun.
Harper leans in close again, one hand closing around Krennic's throat and the other sliding down his chest - and then lower.
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It wouldn't do at all. The stink would get into everything.
He smiled. Tipped his head to the side.
"Indeed we were. And I'm feeling---hmm. Generous. Anything special you're looking for, Imperial?"
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"Oh, not particularly. But I have no doubt that you have some ideas of your own, especially if you're feeling generous tonight."
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That seemed like a shame. How else would he relive his triumphs?
Harper laughed again, eyes bright. "I know what I'd enjoy. Would you let me bind your hands?"
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While Krennic didn't trust Harper he also knew right now they were both useful to each other. For now. So he nodded with a smirk, knowing this would be worth his while. "I believe I would enjoy that as well so yes, I would."
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As he'd forgiven the Empire for a great many things. But he would see things right. All in good time.
Harper gave Krennic a long look.
"Good. Anything else you'd like, Imperial? I'm indulging you, after all."
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"What have you brought with you?" He would have been surprised in Harper didn't have a few interesting things with him.
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It was one of his gear kits, containing nothing obviously related to sex. But creativity knew no bounds and so forth. Harper was rather found of the durasteel binders.
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"I believe these will do," he remarked as he shoved the trunk out of the way after pulling out a small unmarked bottle he assumed to be lubricant.
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Time would tell.
"One of these days I will kill something worth more credits than I could ever need and I'll do this in a proper bed," Harper said thoughtfully. In a hotel with furniture they could wreck thoroughly, perhaps. He moved away from the wall, reaching out to cup Krennic's cheek. He dug his nails in just a little. "As I said, you're bold to come out here. And away from your guards. What if I hadn't been here at all, hmm?"
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"But my gamble paid off, which is fortunate for the both of us."
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Either way, he was sitting on Harper's bunk like he belonged there. An appealing image if ever there were.
Harper leans forward and kisses Krennic then, still cupping his cheek.
"But always interesting."
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"I would hate to be boring or predictable," Krennic laughed as he pulled at Harper's clothes. He was sure he made quite a sight - an Imperial officer in a compromising position on the bunk of a Mandalorian soldier. But it didn't matter, right now he wasn't the head of advanced weapons research, it was just him and Harper at the moment.
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A Jedi. Possibly even two.
Harper shivered at the thought, then bared his teeth in a wide grin. "Hands, now. I will, of course, reward you for that."
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He had no use for lightsabers or even the kyber crystals. Mining operations had been going well and two tiny crystals weren't going to help in research anymore. He held out his hands without a moment of hesitation, palms facing down.
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Harper swallowed it down, clicking the binders onto Krennic's wrists. It wasn't tight enough to hurt. But the man wouldn't be going anywhere. "Hmm. And if I lose, you humiliate my niece. You have thought of everything, engineer."
Had he, though.
Well, they'd see.
Harper grinned, showing his teeth. "Now stand up. I have plans for you."
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He looked down at the binders as they clicked shut, smirking up at Harper as he stood. "Oh? At least I have every confidence that you won't disappoint." He still had the bruises and marks to remind himself of that at least.
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So many possibilities.
Harper grinned. Then reached out and mussed Krennic's perfect hair.
"Come now. Face the wall."
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"Arms up?" he asked as he made his way to the wall, glancing at Harper over his shoulder. He was more than willing to obey when it suited his purposes.
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It wasn't overly complicated. No need for that. Harper put his hand on the back of Krennic's neck, squeezing briefly.
"You're being very cooperative today," he noted, amused.
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Haper slapped his hand against Krennic's hip suddenly.
"You'll find out soon."
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"I'm sure you have an idea already," he remarked with amusement, twitching as his hip was slapped. He still had marks from from the last time but he had no objection to more. "Just don't keep me waiting."
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Tonight he's not, but the possibility remains.
What a fun game they've begun.
Harper leans in close again, one hand closing around Krennic's throat and the other sliding down his chest - and then lower.
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veeeery late >.>
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