Cad Bane - The Concept of Trust

I'm not finished with you!

Bane grunted in pain, watching how his own green blood soaked his clothes. Things had not gone as planned, and though he had achieved the goal it hadn't come without the cost. He was steering the Justifier to his base on Outer Rim, and had used whatever bacta he had, but the wounds were still bleeding heavily. He cursed in durese. He should be patching himself up more, but he had to manually steer through the asteroid field around his base. Druk. Bane opened the channel and hailed. He hoped she would already be there. Moments passed, but finally the channel .

"What's up?" her voice had an edge. Bane smirked through pain. She had a knack to know if something was wrong, and he normally never hailed when arriving.

"Do me a favour and get the bacta and medpacs ready."

"What's happened?"

"Does it matter now? Just get them ready." His voice was sharp and irritated.

Bane heard a sigh. "Just tell me what kind of trauma you have so I can prepare the correct equipment, and tell me how serious it is. Don't be an ass."

Bane gave a short laugh that hurt his stomach and side. Should have known, pragmatic as always...

"Burns and several piercing wounds, heavier bleeding but no arteries cut anymore. Maybe some internal bleeding. No intestines damaged. Blaster wound in arm. Already used all my bacta here."

"Right, I'll be in the hangar." He could hear the concern in her voice though she kept it sharp.

Bane landed. It was nothing fatal, at least not immediately, but painful as hell. He cursed, when limping out of the Justifier. She was already in the hangar, spreading everything ready on the table, watching him walk towards her.

"Had it killed you to come and help me?" Bane had a sarcastic tone in his voice, and gave her a quick smirk through the pain that was showing on his blue, already scarred face. His torn jacket had a green tint all over it.

"And getting my hand slapped away, and being told that you can walk fine on your own? No thanks, and you seemed to walk here just fine and be able to bark." She tried to get it to sound like a light banter, but her voice was worried, and as soon as Bane got near she grabbed him, and yanked the Duros to sit on the chair next to the table, already getting his gear off the way, and was examining the wounds.

"Now who's a mess...?" She was scanning him, spraying bacta to the worst wounds that were clean of any foreign objects. Some of the wounds showed metal scraps in them, and she picked the forceps from the table, and shoved them into the wound in Bane's stomach.

"Ow! Watch it!" Bane gave out a short roar.

"It's bleeding badly, and I cannot use bacta before I get the metal in it out. Bite it." Her voice was unempathetic and focused. Bane smirked. It was always so, when she was concentrating on the work, getting it done as effectively as possible. She got the shrapnels out, and started tending the rest of the worst wounds with bacta.

"We are gonna run out of it. Should have gotten more from the black market in Nar Shaddaa last time. I have to stitch you up to stop the bleeding."

Bane groaned. Great.

She was standing in front of him, having a stitching stapler in her hand, and cleaning the wounds Bane had on his shoulder and forehead.

She was very close to him, standing between Bane's legs when she tended the lacerations. Bane found himself distracted from the pain as his hand started wandering around her, pulling her closer, and getting under her clothes.

"Ow!" Bane growled again, as he felt sharp pain when a metal rivet pierced his skin. He watched up to her, mouth curved in a snarl, seeing her looking back at him with an amused look on her face.

"You better hold that thought for awhile so I can stitch you up. You are still bleeding around, and making a mess..."

Bane gave a short laugh , but did not remove his hand. On the contrary, he slid his other hand underneath his vest too, pulling her tightly against him.

"Either give me some painkillers, or give me the satisfaction to distract myself a bit."

She took out the pneumatic dispenser and injected a stim-shot in Bane's arm, staring him into eyes without blinking.

"You gonna need that anyways whether you keep your hands where they are or not." She had a sly smile on her face, obviously relaxing after seeing that Bane's wounds were all treatable, and that the Duros already had something else in his mind...

"So, what happened?" she continued while stapling the wounds.

"I was to get a double-crossing Trandoshan bounty hunter, Bokks Vesch to the Hutts. Idiot had lied and falsified the evidence that he had succeeded on the mission, and collected the credits for that. You can guess the Hutts did not take it lightly." She frowned. No, Hutts did not forgive nor forget.

"Anyways, I got the location of that bounty hunter from another one I had worked with a couple of times earlier. A Scrawny little fellow named Tradd, good with guns. ...So... He took me to the hole on Tatooine where the target was supposed to be hiding his ass. Problem was, that this rankweed sucker Vesch had gotten info that I was onto him, and had hired Tradd to help him to fry me."

Bane looked vexed, and his hands grasped her harder when thinking about it.

"We were getting in, and I was suspicious why he wanted to stay behind me. Got the answer when told him to go first, and he didn't budge. Fucker tried to shoot me, and got my arm. I fried his face with the boot's thruster, but was forced to bash in the hall he had brought me to, and Vesch was waiting there. Fortunately he was prepared for me to walk in like an idiot, so he gave out his hiding place when trying to shoot me, but when the mudcrutch missed me his plasma bolt hit the metallic oil barrels in the room. That's why the burns, shrapnel and the cuts... I guess I should consider myself lucky though. The explosion sent him flying to the wall, and knocking him out cold. I had to just collect the spoils before we both were gonna get crispy. He's now in the cell of the Justifier. Tradd out there was more unlucky, it seems I cooked his eyes with my boots. Left him to rot there." Bane was having a thin-lipped smile on his face.

She had almost finished patching up Bane, and was checking if the rivets on his shoulder held. Bacta and stim-shot were clearly working, and Bane was concentrating more on getting her clothes off, hands wandering on her skin, than letting her finish the job. Bane repositioned his legs together, and pulled her to sit on his lap, facing him. She felt the Duros bulging even through the trousers.

"I haven't finished with you." she said, the stapler still in his hand, and Bane's forehead still bleeding across his face.

"And I haven't even started." The Duros was having a smug grin on his face. "How about you finalize what you were doing so I can begin?"

She looked Bane in the eyes, and rose from his lap, letting the man help her out of her trousers. She was both aroused as well as riled of his impatience, as the man was still having a deep cut in his forehead, but Bane was more focused to get in her than letting her fix it. He clutched her hips hard, and pulled her on top of him, leaning back in the chair, a low groan escaping him. She almost dropped the stapler when Bane entered her, giving a loud moan. After gasping a couple of times as the Duros started moving in her she was able to speak.

"I... hadn't finished." Her voice was a tad annoyed as she put the stapler on Bane's forehead, and quickly inserted the needed rivets on a row.

Bane gave a surprised roar, and the stapler flew to the floor when he grabbed her hands, locking them on her sides and pulling her down harder. She gave a yell when he thrusted deeper. Then she looked at Bane.

"Now I'm done."

"Oh, no you are not..." he had a lustful grin on his face, and she wrapped her released hands around him, welcoming the pleasurable waves that Bane's touch induced.