fic: a man in black

It wasn’t quite the same. It was still a damned good look. Zeb let his eyes trail over Kallus’ lean form, again enrobed in Imperial black. Zeb might hate the Empire, but damn did they tailor their uniforms well. Glossy boots hugged long calves, snug trousers shaping muscular legs, tunic taut across broad shoulders and tight around narrow waist. Zeb licked his lips, catching Kallus’ golden gaze. He leered, and was rewarded by the faintest of blushes on those high cheekbones.

When everything went to shit and they fled into the caves, Zeb grabbed Kallus’ arm and tugged him deeper into the shadows. Roughly, he pinned the former Imperial against the wall. He could feel Kallus panting, his body flushed with heat.

Zeb nuzzled close, grinning when he heard the quiet whine that escaped Kallus. To anyone else, the sound would be inaudible. But Zeb was pressed close to the man, and had excellent hearing. Zeb huffed softly, letting his breath warm Kallus’ neck above that high collar. Kallus’ breath stuttered. Zeb grinned. Yeah, his man looked good in black, and when they were all safe back at base, Zeb would make sure to let him know just how much.