fic: honeypot
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wrennettehoneypot (1574 words) by wrennette
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebels
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kassius Konstantine/Alexsandr Kallus, Alexsandr Kallus/Other(s), Kanan Jarrus & Alexsandr Kallus
Characters: Alexsandr Kallus, Kanan Jarrus
Additional Tags: cameo by Hera Syndulla, Alternate Universe, Alexsandr Kallus as Fulcrum, Alexsandr Kallus as a Bond girl, Blanket Permission, do not copy or repost to another site, rated for implied sexual activity
Summary:
Rising from the bed, Alexsandr padded naked across the cool, dim cabin. Behind him on the wide, well padded bunk, Admiral Konstantine snored away. A few taps at the terminal, and Alexsandr had full access to the Admiral's data. He shook his head. Such lax information security would be the downfall of the Empire.
Alexsandr smirked, then pulled what looked like a code cylinder from his discarded clothing. A few deft twists of the fingers, and the code cylinder became a dataspike. Alexsandr inserted the spike, activating it. Using the ship's own comms network to disguise its activity, the spike would transfer the entire contents of Konstantine's terminal - and a great deal of data from other terminals on the same network - to a databank in the hands of the Rebel Alliance.
While the spike worked, Alexsandr scrolled through the data himself, seeing if there was anything that needed his immediate attention. Not finding anything on a quick scan, Alexsandr went to the head and relieved himself, then cleaned up a bit and helped himself to a glass of water. By the time he finished his drink, the dataspike had done its job. Alexsandr disengaged it and shifted it back to its disguised appearance, then slipped it back into his pocket. He glanced over at the bunk.
Konstantine wasn't as awful as some of the other officers Alexsandr had found his way into bed with, but he definitely wasn't who Alexsandr would have chosen for a lover in any other situation. Still. Bedding Captains, Admirals, and even a Moff or Minister had kept Alexsandr - and through him, the Rebellion - aware of Imperial movements since he had first struck upon the tactic.
Alexsandr knew he had a reputation by now, but he hadn't exactly planned to become a spy who slept with their targets for information. A spy, yes. He and Kanan had planned that out before Alexsandr ever entered the Imperial Academy. Sleeping his way up the ranks - that had just been serendipitous, at first.
The opportunity to begin a relationship with Admiral Yularen when Alexsandr had been finishing up at the academy, and learn what he could about the head of ISB had been too good to pass up. That their affair had ended amicably only helped - Wullf clearly thought of Alexsandr as a protege as well as a good fuck, and on his rare trips back to the Core, they often fell back in bed together, Alexsandr riding Wullf's cock, then deftly stripping his files once the older man had fallen asleep.
For someone so highly placed in security, Wullf's infosec was laughable to the degree that sometimes Alexsandr wondered if the older man knew what Alexsandr was doing, and was helping in the only way he felt he could. It was a thorny situation, and Alexsandr honestly tried not to think about it too much. He knew officers of similar experience and rank had gone over to the Rebellion - there was nothing stopping Wullf from defecting if that's what he wanted, and he could bring an inordinate amount of valuable information to the Rebels if he did turn cloak. But maybe he thought acting as Alexsandr's source was safer, or more viable long term. It wasn't a conversation either of them was willing to have.
After leaving the academy, on the first ship Alexsandr was assigned to serve aboard, the Captain was the first superior he purposefully seduced. It wasn't terribly difficult - since Alexsandr's posting as an ISB agent placed him outside the Fleet's chain of command, he was one of the few viable options for sex if a flag officer didn't want to fuck those serving under them. Nearly every time Alexsandr was posted to a starship, he quietly made himself sexually available to the officer in charge. Some didn't take the bait - but there were always seconds in command, or other ranking officers, and Alexsandr didn't much care that he was known to be a bit of a cockslut.
It was easiest with men like Konstantine. The Admiral had advanced as much due to politics as merit. Connections were more valuable than actual skill among flag officers, and Konstantine was very well connected. Seducing him had barely taken any effort at all - Alexsandr's reputation had done most of the work for him.
He wasn't a bad lay, Alexsandr thought, looking over Konstantine's bulk. Dumb as a rock, and with a vastly over-inflated sense of his own importance, but he wasn't a sadist, and he knew what to do with his dick. He just wanted a fast, hard fuck, and Alexsandr was more than willing to bend over and take it.
Data secure, Alexsandr slipped back into Konstantine's bunk. It took him a little while to relax enough to sleep; stealing data still gave him a bit of an adrenaline rush, even though Konstantine slept like the dead. Slowly, Alexsandr dropped off, and when he woke in the morning, the Admiral was still deeply asleep. Alexsandr washed up thoroughly in the larger and more luxurious head in the Admiral's quarters, then dressed in his uniform from the day before. The creases weren't as sharp as they ought to be, but few would notice, and he had time before his shift anyway. Leaning over the bunk, Alexsandr shook Konstantine awake.
"Hmmm?" Konstantine grunted, slitting his eyes open.
"I'm heading back to my quarters, I'll see you later Kass," Alexsandr said coolly, and Konstantine grunted again, waving him away. Alexsandr shook his head, then let himself out. He strode back to his quarters, whistling a greeting to the MSE droid he saw on his way. It whistled back a series of tones that meant all was as normal on its route. They weren't terribly clever machines, but they had their uses, and Alexsandr wasn't above putting them to work for his own devices either.
Alexsandr grabbed a fresh uniform and his training gear, and headed for the 'trooper barracks. His credentials opened most doors on the cruiser, and so he let himself into the locker room attached to the gym. Soon he was putting in his usual distance on the treadmill, followed by a circuit of weights and a round with the sparring droids before he showered again and changed into his uniform, dumping the dirty one and his training clothes into the laundry chute. Physical training complete for the day, he headed for the mess. He ate quickly and neatly, exchanging nods of greeting with the few other early risers taking their first meal at that hour.
As had become habit, Alexsandr was at his station well before anyone else on the standard shift had even eaten their first meal of the day. He used that time well, following up leads and carefully changing orders so that the efficiency of the ship was decreased, and their path would be easier for the Rebels to follow.
Alexsandr continued carefully copying and dumping information as he could. When he couldn't risk a transmission, he saved what he could to datachips and cards. Finally, after a few months aboard, they were rotated to shore leave. And in a rather convenient sector, too. Alexsandr placed one last transmission, then double checked all the data he'd managed to glean over the past months.
When they disembarked on shore leave, Alexsandr wandered through the marketplace, pausing only to buy a fresh meiloorun from a pretty green-skinned twi'lek woman. She flirted a bit, and Alexsander flirted back before continuing on, peeling the meiloorun as he walked. Not long after he finished it, he stepped into a cantina.
The bar was dimly lit, but thankfully not too smoky. It was busy, but not so busy it would be impossible to get a meal and a drink. Alexsandr pushed his way to the bar, and placed an order for fried nuna strips and an ale. The drink appeared immediately, the food not long after. Alexsandr ate quickly and neatly, keeping his senses on the press of bodies around him even when it appeared he was fully focused on his meal and drink.
Alexsandr barely kept from smiling as a tall, dark haired man leaned into his personal space. This was the other place where his reputation as a bit of a slut was useful. Kanan looked like sex on legs and anyone that knew Alexsandr would just assume he was getting laid.
"Hey gorgeous," Kanan said with a leering grin. He leaned in, close enough they couldn't be overheard. "Why don't we get out of here, find some place a bit more private?"
"Sounds like fun," Alexsandr returned huskily, and with their arms around one another's waists, they stumbled out into the darkly shadowed back alley. Outside, Kanan convincingly pushed Alexsandr back against the wall, bringing their heads together in facsimile of a kiss.
"You okay?" Kanan asked quietly, hands moving quickly over Alexsandr in search of hidden injuries.
"Okay, you?" Alexsander said, and slipped the datachips into Kanan's pockets.
"Good," Kanan said. "Hera will pick you up next time."
Alexsandr nodded. "I'll call home about my schedule when I can," he promised. He reached up, hugging Kanan. "Be careful out there, Commander."
"You too, Agent," Kanan returned fondly, and then sauntered out of the alley giving every impression of a man who'd just had his needs seen to. A few minutes later, Alexsander slunk out after him. Anyone watching would assume the obvious - a blowjob, rather than an information exchange.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebels
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kassius Konstantine/Alexsandr Kallus, Alexsandr Kallus/Other(s), Kanan Jarrus & Alexsandr Kallus
Characters: Alexsandr Kallus, Kanan Jarrus
Additional Tags: cameo by Hera Syndulla, Alternate Universe, Alexsandr Kallus as Fulcrum, Alexsandr Kallus as a Bond girl, Blanket Permission, do not copy or repost to another site, rated for implied sexual activity
Summary:
Rising from the bed, Alexsandr padded naked across the cool, dim cabin. Behind him on the wide, well padded bunk, Admiral Konstantine snored away. A few taps at the terminal, and Alexsandr had full access to the Admiral's data. He shook his head. Such lax information security would be the downfall of the Empire.
Rising from the bed, Alexsandr padded naked across the cool, dim cabin. Behind him on the wide, well padded bunk, Admiral Konstantine snored away. A few taps at the terminal, and Alexsandr had full access to the Admiral's data. He shook his head. Such lax information security would be the downfall of the Empire.
Alexsandr smirked, then pulled what looked like a code cylinder from his discarded clothing. A few deft twists of the fingers, and the code cylinder became a dataspike. Alexsandr inserted the spike, activating it. Using the ship's own comms network to disguise its activity, the spike would transfer the entire contents of Konstantine's terminal - and a great deal of data from other terminals on the same network - to a databank in the hands of the Rebel Alliance.
While the spike worked, Alexsandr scrolled through the data himself, seeing if there was anything that needed his immediate attention. Not finding anything on a quick scan, Alexsandr went to the head and relieved himself, then cleaned up a bit and helped himself to a glass of water. By the time he finished his drink, the dataspike had done its job. Alexsandr disengaged it and shifted it back to its disguised appearance, then slipped it back into his pocket. He glanced over at the bunk.
Konstantine wasn't as awful as some of the other officers Alexsandr had found his way into bed with, but he definitely wasn't who Alexsandr would have chosen for a lover in any other situation. Still. Bedding Captains, Admirals, and even a Moff or Minister had kept Alexsandr - and through him, the Rebellion - aware of Imperial movements since he had first struck upon the tactic.
Alexsandr knew he had a reputation by now, but he hadn't exactly planned to become a spy who slept with their targets for information. A spy, yes. He and Kanan had planned that out before Alexsandr ever entered the Imperial Academy. Sleeping his way up the ranks - that had just been serendipitous, at first.
The opportunity to begin a relationship with Admiral Yularen when Alexsandr had been finishing up at the academy, and learn what he could about the head of ISB had been too good to pass up. That their affair had ended amicably only helped - Wullf clearly thought of Alexsandr as a protege as well as a good fuck, and on his rare trips back to the Core, they often fell back in bed together, Alexsandr riding Wullf's cock, then deftly stripping his files once the older man had fallen asleep.
For someone so highly placed in security, Wullf's infosec was laughable to the degree that sometimes Alexsandr wondered if the older man knew what Alexsandr was doing, and was helping in the only way he felt he could. It was a thorny situation, and Alexsandr honestly tried not to think about it too much. He knew officers of similar experience and rank had gone over to the Rebellion - there was nothing stopping Wullf from defecting if that's what he wanted, and he could bring an inordinate amount of valuable information to the Rebels if he did turn cloak. But maybe he thought acting as Alexsandr's source was safer, or more viable long term. It wasn't a conversation either of them was willing to have.
After leaving the academy, on the first ship Alexsandr was assigned to serve aboard, the Captain was the first superior he purposefully seduced. It wasn't terribly difficult - since Alexsandr's posting as an ISB agent placed him outside the Fleet's chain of command, he was one of the few viable options for sex if a flag officer didn't want to fuck those serving under them. Nearly every time Alexsandr was posted to a starship, he quietly made himself sexually available to the officer in charge. Some didn't take the bait - but there were always seconds in command, or other ranking officers, and Alexsandr didn't much care that he was known to be a bit of a cockslut.
It was easiest with men like Konstantine. The Admiral had advanced as much due to politics as merit. Connections were more valuable than actual skill among flag officers, and Konstantine was very well connected. Seducing him had barely taken any effort at all - Alexsandr's reputation had done most of the work for him.
He wasn't a bad lay, Alexsandr thought, looking over Konstantine's bulk. Dumb as a rock, and with a vastly over-inflated sense of his own importance, but he wasn't a sadist, and he knew what to do with his dick. He just wanted a fast, hard fuck, and Alexsandr was more than willing to bend over and take it.
Data secure, Alexsandr slipped back into Konstantine's bunk. It took him a little while to relax enough to sleep; stealing data still gave him a bit of an adrenaline rush, even though Konstantine slept like the dead. Slowly, Alexsandr dropped off, and when he woke in the morning, the Admiral was still deeply asleep. Alexsandr washed up thoroughly in the larger and more luxurious head in the Admiral's quarters, then dressed in his uniform from the day before. The creases weren't as sharp as they ought to be, but few would notice, and he had time before his shift anyway. Leaning over the bunk, Alexsandr shook Konstantine awake.
"Hmmm?" Konstantine grunted, slitting his eyes open.
"I'm heading back to my quarters, I'll see you later Kass," Alexsandr said coolly, and Konstantine grunted again, waving him away. Alexsandr shook his head, then let himself out. He strode back to his quarters, whistling a greeting to the MSE droid he saw on his way. It whistled back a series of tones that meant all was as normal on its route. They weren't terribly clever machines, but they had their uses, and Alexsandr wasn't above putting them to work for his own devices either.
Alexsandr grabbed a fresh uniform and his training gear, and headed for the 'trooper barracks. His credentials opened most doors on the cruiser, and so he let himself into the locker room attached to the gym. Soon he was putting in his usual distance on the treadmill, followed by a circuit of weights and a round with the sparring droids before he showered again and changed into his uniform, dumping the dirty one and his training clothes into the laundry chute. Physical training complete for the day, he headed for the mess. He ate quickly and neatly, exchanging nods of greeting with the few other early risers taking their first meal at that hour.
As had become habit, Alexsandr was at his station well before anyone else on the standard shift had even eaten their first meal of the day. He used that time well, following up leads and carefully changing orders so that the efficiency of the ship was decreased, and their path would be easier for the Rebels to follow.
Alexsandr continued carefully copying and dumping information as he could. When he couldn't risk a transmission, he saved what he could to datachips and cards. Finally, after a few months aboard, they were rotated to shore leave. And in a rather convenient sector, too. Alexsandr placed one last transmission, then double checked all the data he'd managed to glean over the past months.
When they disembarked on shore leave, Alexsandr wandered through the marketplace, pausing only to buy a fresh meiloorun from a pretty green-skinned twi'lek woman. She flirted a bit, and Alexsander flirted back before continuing on, peeling the meiloorun as he walked. Not long after he finished it, he stepped into a cantina.
The bar was dimly lit, but thankfully not too smoky. It was busy, but not so busy it would be impossible to get a meal and a drink. Alexsandr pushed his way to the bar, and placed an order for fried nuna strips and an ale. The drink appeared immediately, the food not long after. Alexsandr ate quickly and neatly, keeping his senses on the press of bodies around him even when it appeared he was fully focused on his meal and drink.
Alexsandr barely kept from smiling as a tall, dark haired man leaned into his personal space. This was the other place where his reputation as a bit of a slut was useful. Kanan looked like sex on legs and anyone that knew Alexsandr would just assume he was getting laid.
"Hey gorgeous," Kanan said with a leering grin. He leaned in, close enough they couldn't be overheard. "Why don't we get out of here, find some place a bit more private?"
"Sounds like fun," Alexsandr returned huskily, and with their arms around one another's waists, they stumbled out into the darkly shadowed back alley. Outside, Kanan convincingly pushed Alexsandr back against the wall, bringing their heads together in facsimile of a kiss.
"You okay?" Kanan asked quietly, hands moving quickly over Alexsandr in search of hidden injuries.
"Okay, you?" Alexsander said, and slipped the datachips into Kanan's pockets.
"Good," Kanan said. "Hera will pick you up next time."
Alexsandr nodded. "I'll call home about my schedule when I can," he promised. He reached up, hugging Kanan. "Be careful out there, Commander."
"You too, Agent," Kanan returned fondly, and then sauntered out of the alley giving every impression of a man who'd just had his needs seen to. A few minutes later, Alexsander slunk out after him. Anyone watching would assume the obvious - a blowjob, rather than an information exchange.
