I wrote a stand-alone fanfic scene taking place in the SWTOR universe, between three existing characters. It is an explicit scene. The excerpt is however safe for work.
Theron and Koth taunt each other while training and things quickly heat up
before they are interrupted by Lana, whom they entice to join them.
Theron entered the training room. Koth was already working out. He wore training gear, except his shirt was on the floor in a corner.
‘Didn’t realise you’d be up this early,’ said Theron.
‘You didn’t expect to have the whole room to yourself, did you?’
‘At this hour? One could hope for some peace and quiet,’ replied Theron.
‘Too bad for you,’ said Koth, lifting a set of weights, his muscles bulging. ‘You’re not the only one who enjoys some alone workout time.’
‘Yeah, well, at least I don’t need the training,’ said Theron.
‘Ho-ho! Then why are you even here?’ Behind the weights he was lifting, Koth cocked a brow, giving Theron a sardonic look.
‘I like to stay one step ahead of my enemies,’ said Theron, jabbing at a punching bag. ‘Make sure someone like you doesn’t get better than me.’
‘And you think you’re better than me, Mister Slicer?’
‘Spy and slicer,’ Theron corrected. ‘And yes, I’m pretty agile in a fight.’
‘I’m the gunman of us two,’ said Koth, barely straining to lift the heavyweights. ‘I don’t waste my time slicing consoles all day. I stay in the fray of battle.’
‘Oh yeah? You really think you’ve got the skills?’ Theron walked towards Koth. ‘Let’s see it then.’
‘You’re on!’ Koth placed the weights back down and clapped his hands as he stood.
Koth and Theron took low stances, calculating and evaluating each other. Theron feigned to one side, and Koth came at him. Theron side-stepped as Koth rammed past him. Theron chuckled.
‘Told you I was nimble,’ said Theron. ‘You’re too used to being a ranged fighter. What happens when your enemies get too close for comfort? I think you lack the skills I possess.’ Theron chuckled again.
His laugh was cut short when Koth grabbed him from the side, spinning him around, locking his arms, and bringing him down to his knees.
‘You mean this close?’ asked Koth, pressing his cheek against Theron’s head.
His breath on Theron’s neck was hot and sent a warm shiver down Theron’s back.
‘That’s right, your crew was telling me you like to breathe down people’s necks,’ said Theron.
‘Only yours,’ replied Koth. Theron let out a laugh. ‘What’s wrong? Eating your words from earlier?’
Theron pulled Koth down, barrel rolling. Koth slid across the floor as Theron shot back up, laughing. He wiped sweat from his forehead and removed his shirt.
‘Things heating up too fast for you, Theron?’ Koth stood back up.
‘Not in the slightest,’ replied Theron.
‘I already pinned you down once, Theron. Wouldn’t want to embarrass you.’
‘You’ll only embarrass yourself,’ replied Theron, coming at Koth. The two grabbed each other’s arms and locked in their holds, pushing against the other.
Koth bent low and reached for Theron’s underarm, lifting him slightly off the ground and turning him around, locking his arm as he stood behind him.
‘You only know that one move or…?’ laughed Theron, making sure his feet remained firmly on the mat.
‘You keep falling for it,’ said Koth. ‘Looks like I get another point.’
‘You keep forgetting,’ began Theron. He twisted, pulling on Koth, and flipped Koth onto the mat on the ground. Koth fell onto his back with a thump and a groan. Theron loomed over him. ‘I always get myself out of it.’ He grinned.
Koth spun and kicked Theron behind the calves. Theron’s legs gave way, and he fell to his hands and knees.
‘Ooh, I love seeing you on your knees, Theron.’
‘Relish while you can, Koth, ‘cause I’m not staying in this position for long.’
Theron grabbed Koth’s leg, pulling the Zakkulan towards him. Koth rolled, grabbing Theron’s waist, and ended up on top of Theron.
‘Looks like the victory’s mine,’ said Koth, grinning.
‘Not so fast, Vortena!’