The Bad Batch - Mini Stories

The Pain Behind His Love (Hunter x Crosshair)

(Warnings: Brief desciption of Sex (Not much) Mentions of abuse - physically, emotionally, mentally and sexually, Slavery, words use of 'Slut'. Abusive relationship - past and mentions - treated like an object - briefly) - Tarkin and Rampart are Assholes.

Hunter couldn't help but smile down at the man he had a brilliant night with beforehand. His unique silver hair and golden eyes meant he was special. Normally the man lying in his bed wouldn't stay the night but even Hunter knew he was exhausted from the way they had sex. Normally the silver haired man would be on top but he was on the bottom this time not that Hunter minded. 

Hunter wasn't even sure of the man's actual name as he went by a nickname, like who names themself Crosshair. But, Hunter wasn't one to judge; he had chosen Hunter only because he didn't like his original name. 

A groan from the bed had Hunter's attention turned to the man who moaned in pain. 

"Morning, sleeping beauty. Are you always this handsome when you wake up?" Hunter teased kissing the man's lips, Crosshair instantly kissed back, he pressed into the man who pulled him close. 

"How much do I owe you?" Hunter asked, pulling out his wallet. 

"Na, it's fine" Crosshair said with a smile, he climbed to his feet looking for his clothes when he noticed the time. His eyes widened in absolute shock before a lace of fear crossed his features. 

"I've got to go" he whispered, grabbing his jacket as he hurried to place his clothes and watch on. Hunter watched with concern, he pulled the silver-haired man into his arms. 

"Let me go" 

"Why don't you want to go another round?" Hunter teased, unaware of the fear on Crosshairs face. 

"I'm good" 

"Come on Cross, don't be like that. I pay you for it at least let me" 

"Hunter, let go. I can come back later but I'm needed elsewhere…please" 

Hunter froze hearing the plea, he let go of Crosshair. He never understood why the younger man clearly left so quickly but he was determined to find out. As much as Echo told him off for bringing back individuals who were what he called gold diggers since they were rich or sluts as Tech called them. Crosshair was different, Hunter liked him and he couldn't work out why. 

"Hey, do you need a lift somewhere?" 

Hunter's question stopped him in his hurry. Crosshair looked up and could only nod, grabbing his wallet. Hunter quickly threw a few clothes on knowing this must have been important. By passing Echo and Tech, Hunter ignored the shaking of their heads and Wrecker passed money to Fives. Grabbing his keys, Hunter led Crosshair out towards one of his cars. He decided on his faster car, a McLaren P1. Crosshair tried not to glower at it but he climbed in. 

"Where are we going?" Hunter asked only for Crosshair to take over the navigation and place in a destination. Hunter nodded, following the map while he was driving, he couldn't help but see Crosshair checking his wallet and sorting out the money. He had pulled 500 quid out and folded it out of his pocket. Crosshairs leg was bouncing as Hunter pulled up to the building. 

"Thank you," Crosshair whispered, kissing Hunter's cheek. The older man nodded watching as Crosshair climbed out of the car pulled his hood up and walked into a nearby building. 

Hunter drove away with the shake of his head when he took notice of Crosshairs phone sitting in the passenger seat. Hunter turned around and parked the car up before climbing out of the car with the said phone and walking into the apartment block that looked ready to collapse. He was just speaking to the kind receptionist who gave him directions.