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It was an ordinary day in the Resistance. People were working, Rey was training with General Leia and Poe was sent on a fast mission to the Outer Rims. It was supposed to be quick, nothing challenging, only picking up some spare parts for the X-wings, but on his way back a blinding, glaring light stopped him. Near his spaceship, an earlier invisible anomaly started to grow, forming a gaping hole of unknown matter absorbing everything around.
Poe tried to stay calm and rapidly began to pull out on reverse with the help of his white and orange BB unit. Despite all his efforts, he was unable to flee from the phenomenon's range and not even a minute later he got pulled into the unidentified object and completely vanished.
BB-8 tried to identify their location, but every attempt ended in vain. Some invisible force was pushing their X-wing more and more into the void, where nothing else just a whole spectrum of colors was visible. Even though it looked like some type of a space tunnel, maybe even a wormhole, the ship's sensors couldn't detect anything in range. The only solution left was to wait and see what the future held for them.
***
The atmosphere on board of the Chimaera was tense. The Empire was gone and only a few ships have survived the Rebellion massacre. Every scientist on board was looking for a hospitable planet that could be used as a temporary base. It had to be out of the Rebel patrols' range, somewhere long forgotten. But unfortunately, no planet met the specifications, and the only way to be invisible to rebel sensors was shutting down all electric systems besides life support.
They were drifting in space for a few days now and the Grand Admiral was growing impatient. Never in a million years did he imagine being stuck in this situation with the Rebel scums celebrating their loathsome victory. But here he was. The Empire was gone and the Skywalkers' drama has consumed the whole galaxy. The Emperor had potential, but he cherished more the loyalty of the traitor Darth Vader than his own, albeit not so finest mind.
The Admiral found it fascinating how one person can fuck the whole galaxy up. When the Rebels have seized control over the majority of star systems the Empire's residues were considered refugees and an honorable prize's been set for every living creature amid the not so long gone, great Empire arrays. No one'll be safe now, when the scums rule the galaxy, and especially the vestiges of the Empire.
"Sir. We're picking up a rescue signal" the voice of an officer resonated in the bridge.
"Rescue signal? We need more details, officer." The Admiral responded.
"We're detecting one life form. He's transmitting some message. Should..."
"Patch him through." Said the commanding officer.
In the nick of time, they were in the range of the lightship and picked up the signal.
"This is commander Poe Dameron of the republic fleet, can anyone hear me?" There was a pause caused by some interferences. "BB. We're probably alone in here. Yes, I have no idea where the kriff are we."
After waiting for several hours Poe was losing hope. He didn't even know if he was still in his galaxy. The weight of the situation was beyond his endurance. It was supposed to be a fast, easy mission. Little did he know that he was going to end up in an unknown place in front of... A Star Destroyer?
"BB-8... Is it a Star Destroyer? Scan the area." Poe ordered starting to feel a little more preoccupied. The beeps that he received in return weren't what he'd ever expected. It couldn't be Empire's era ship. Was it hiding all this time in the outer rims and never ambushed? It was impossible. Even though Poe's heart was thumping ever so rapidly he managed to reopen the commlink between these two ships.
"Hello? This is Poe Damer..." The pilot got interrupted by the voice coming from the commlink.
"We know who you are." Stated the Admiral. "We've picked up your rescue signal. Identify your vessel."
"Uhm... It's a T-70 X-wing starfighter..." Poe continued checking all his systems in case of a rapid departure.
"X-wing. Should we shoot him down?" A voice in the back was heard.
"No. We'll take him on board. He'll be our prisoner and we'll later exchange him for some... More valuable information... Or even people." Said Grand Admiral and ordered to place a tractor beam on Poe's X-wing before he realized what was happening.
***
The cells were old-fashioned just as if picked up from an old holomovie and put in use. Poe started to feel like General Organa all those years ago from the stories he'd heard from his mother. She also got locked up in this type of cell. Maybe this is the destiny of a Republic sympathizer. Poe couldn't silence his thoughts since he got on board of this strange starship. People called it Chimaera. No sooner did he figure out he was in the past.
The door opened and the Grand Admiral entered the cell.
"Don't get too comfortable for your own sake," he said closing the gate and locking it mechanically.
"Why am I here?" Poe replied scrutinizing the admiral.
"You are a rebel scum. A traitor to the Empire."
"The Empire is long gone. Are you from the First Order? Are you working for Kylo, the Supreme Leader?"
"For who? What an idiotic name is that. No. We are the Empire."
"The Empire got defeated thirty years ago! You cannot be from the Empire. It must've been all prepared. Are you taking me to Supremacy?"
"We're not taking you anywhere. And neither are you in charge here. I ask questions. You answer them. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Poe answered and Admiral shot him a glare.
"Yes what." The Admiral continued.
"Yes...?" Poe looked at him not knowing what answer is he supposed to dispense.
He wasn't even able to catch a breath when Admiral's fist's came into view.
"You need to learn to behave." He hurled back. "And I'm gonna teach you to behave, little boy."
"I'm not your little boy," Poe growled stroking his cheek.
"Yes, you are. Now tell me. How does a good boy answer?"
Poe bit his lip studying the Admiral's face thinking about a response.
"Yes... Sir," he answered after a while of contemplation.
"Good boy. That's it" Admiral smiled mischievously "Poe Dameron... You are probably wondering what is my name. Aren't you little dove?"
Poe gulped and nodded unsure of his possible reply.
"I thought so. No one taught you to behave..." He looked him up and down " But I will. And now there are some rules boy... When I'm speaking you're quiet. You answer my inquiries otherwise you'll be punished. You'll do everything I ask for and if not the punishment will be even worse. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir" Poe answered getting a little tense.
"I'm glad you do. My name is Mitth'raw'nuruodo... The Grand Admiral. I'm Thrawn, but you're going to call me 'Sir' just like good little boys do."
"Yes, sir" Poe repeated starring at the Grand Admiral.
"We've checked our database and there is no track of you even in the Rebel files as if you'd never existed. And then here you are. In all your witty glory. Let's create another rule." Thrawn looked at Poe licking his lips a little. "Every time you lie. You take one of your attire off"
"Okay, sir" Poe replied and annoyance grew strong in him.
"Tell me, dove, did you change your name. That's why we can't find you?" said Thrawn sitting on a chair.
"No sir. My name is Poe Dameron. Ever has been."
"Then why it's not appearing in the archives?"
"Perhaps the archives are incomplete... Sir"
"You're lying"
"No sir," Poe answered.
"Another lie. As the agreement stated you know what to do"
"How can you say that it's a lie when you don't even know who you're dealing with. The Resistance will kill you all. Will murder you and cut to pieces and then send to the Supreme Leader to celebrate their triumph."
"Now you are being disrespectful, dove. I won't tolerate it." Thrawn stood up and stroke Poe again with his fist. "Undress now or I'll do it for you."
Poe sighed but started undressing. Fortunately for him, he was still in his flight suit, which was considered a piece of clothing as well. So he started pulling it off and only a sleeveless shirt and underwear were covering him up. Though he was supposed to take off two things, so in the end, he was left only in his thin boxers.
"Good job. Now answer me, scum." Thrawn cleared his throat and surprisingly for Poe, he found it quite hot. Never did he imagine he'd like men in a sexual way, but here he was getting a little tighter in his pants from just a sound of his captor. "What is your name?"
"My name is Poe Dameron, sir. I'm a commander of the Resistance. I swear. I was sent to get some spare parts for our x-wings when suddenly some wormhole kind of thing has shown up in front of my ship and it sucked me up." Dameron bit his lip hoping this time the Admiral'd believe him.
"I told you. No lies." Thrawn replied.
Poe sighed and started to pull down his boxers feeling the cold air on every piece of his skin that was now liberated from the fabric. Thrawn stood up and came closer to Poe living less than a meter of space between them. He looked him in the eyes and then his gaze followed a slow movement below.
"Someone's gotten a little excited" He purred with his darkening gaze hearing Poe sigh. "Our Rebel boy has a thing for his captor, doesn't he?"
Poe only hummed shifting his gaze from the Admiral to the plain, cell's wall.
"Don't be so timid. I can see you in all your perfect glory. You have nothing to be worried for." Thrawn bit his lip and took his gloves off throwing them somewhere on the floor. He lifted his bare hand and ever so slightly touched his prisoner's chest. After a while of just standing and with only their breath hearable the Grand Admiral looked down to capture Poe's gaze without saying another word.
Poe didn't know what to expect now. It was his captor with who's he sharing this intimate moment covered with thick and obvious tension, but on the other hand, the Admiral was a perfectly built, tall, dark-haired, though a little intimidating young man, and only a fool wouldn't get caught in his charms. A hardly hearable moan's escaped his lips unpermitted and Poe shuddered unconsciously. The Grand Admiral slowly started moving his hand down not leaving his gaze off Poe. He brushed his fingers over the tip of the pilot's cock emerging a whimper from him and captured all his size in one hand.
"Why are you so quiet, dove?" Thrawn growled keeping Poe's cock in his hand. "You have nothing to be embarrassed by. No one'll hear the dirty sounds coming out of your little filthy mouth. No one will come to your rescue. You're on my mercy and I want to hear all the sounds forming in this pretty throat of yours." The Admiral started slowly stroking Dameron's cock and looked at his face admiring every little expression written all over Poe's face.
Poe whimpered under his gaze and moaned at the sensation of Thrawn's hand. Never did he imagine he'd fall so rapidly for somebody, but here he was longing for his captor.
Poe felt himself getting harder and harder with every stroke the Admiral's given him and slowly started relaxing into the pleasure of his actions. When he thought he couldn't feel better the Admiral got on his knees and took the pilot's cock in his mouth. Poe moaned loudly putting his hand on Thrawn's head tugging slightly at his hair. The Admiral groaned against his cock and moved his head up and down more quickly. "Oh fuck" Poe whimpered tugging harder at his hair "Keep doin' that!" Thrawn hummed and suddenly stopped lifting his head off Poe's cock.
"Have you forgotten that I'm the one giving orders here?" traced his thumb over Poe's tip, and Dameron whined harshly taking a deep breath. "Someone's gotten sensitive in here. You'd better not come all over yourself while I'm still clothed." Mitt got up off his knees and started pulling his uniform off. "I'd require some assistance here" before he finished his sentence Poe was already at his side stripping him off. With every button, the pilot was getting impatient and he ended up tearing the Admiral's shirt off.
"Oi... What do you think you are doing?" Thrawn groaned with surprise in his voice.
"I need you now" Poe whimpered with a plea "Please, sir"
"All right shiny boy... You'll get what you want, cause you asked so nicely" Mitt stripped off all his clothes and carefully scrutinized the pilot. "Get on your knees."
Poe groaned and lowered down his body on the concrete floor on his forearms and knees slowly pushing his hips back towards the Admiral, who was slightly pumping his cock in his palm.
"Don't be so impatient boy..." Thrawn murmured slightly brushing his cock over Poe's buttcheeks and Dameron pushed his hips back again vaguely touching the Admiral's skin and mewled biting his bottom lip. Thrawn whimpered with him, dropped his cock off his hand, and put his palms on Poe's cheeks faintly spreading them. "Are you ready for me, dove?"
Poe whined and pushed his hips on him again. "I need to hear you say it"
"I need you. Please. Sir. I need it so badly" Poe pleaded bitting hard on his lip.
"Alright baby boy" Mitt groaned and spit on his hand lubricating slightly his cock, pumped it a few times, and pushed slowly in Poe's hole. Poe whined in pleasure mixed with pain and squeezed his eyes shut. "Kriff! You're so tight!" Thrawn moaned still slowly pushing his length into Poe, whose expression softened and started to relax. Thrawn stopped moving when he completely filled his prisoner with his cock giving him some time to adjust. Poe's member was of average length, though thick and covered in veins, but Mitt on the other hand had an impressively long, but not so thick one. Even though Thrawn was giving Poe a little stretch the feeling of being completely full was indescribable and Dameron thought he'll come even before Thrawn will start moving. He managed to contain himself and moaned loudly at the feeling of Mitt's member brushing lightly his prostate.
"Oh fuck, Sir!" Poe almost screamed "Please! I need... I need you to move." he managed to form a somewhat coherent sentence before his captor started moving. Slowly at first, but gaining speed with every passing minute. They both were groaning in pleasure and covered in sweat. The Grand Admiral started pounding into Poe completely forgetting about his restrains and put his palms on the pilot's hips squeezing them powerfully, leaving visible bruises that were starting to form under his fingers. Poe whined and felt his release slowly approaching.
"You're so fucking tight Dameron!" the Admiral whimpered not slowing his movements. "Oh, kriff" he quickened his moves and groaned even more.
"Sir!" Poe moaned and bit his lower lip "I'm close!".
At those words, Mitt slowed down and pulled out of him catching the pilot by surprise.
"Get on your back," Thrawn ordered biting his lip while observing Poe attentively. The pilot quickly rolled on his back on the concrete floor caressing gently his sore elbows and spread out for the Admiral. Mitt moved closely to Dameron and pushed into him harshly moaning loudly. Poe moaned with him repeating 'Sir' with every thrust. When Mitt realized that his pilot was getting closer he wrapped his palm around Poe's licking cock and started pumping while slowing his movements a little.
"Yes, Sir!" Dameron moaned "Can I... Can I come?" he pleaded, squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure.
"Look at me" Thrawn groaned feeling his own release close. Poe opened his eyes and looked in Mitt's eyes biting hard on his bottom lip. "Yes. You can" Mitt growled trying to restrain himself a little more from coming. Before he finished his phrase Poe was already coming hard milking Mitt's palm and his own chest and screaming the Admiral's title. Not so long after Poe's release did Mitt himself come milking the pilot's hole with his release fucking him through their orgasms.
"Oh, Sir!" Poe moaned feeling Mitt's cum dripping from his hole. He himself was all covered in his cum and observed Thrawn coming down from his orgasm. They both were a satisfied, panting mess covered in sweat and cum. Even though Poe's never thought he'd sleep with a guy, especially with his captor, he was happy that it was Thrawn with who he'd slept and not somebody else.
Mitt observed Poe's shifting expression slowly pulling out of him while taking deep breaths. He moved over the interrogation table and pulled a cloth out of its drawer. He moistened the cloth with water and threw it at Poe who caught it unconsciously. Dameron started cleaning himself with the cloth under Mitt's observant gaze. The Admiral himself got dressed in his uniform trying to hide any trace of his doings and combed his hair with his palm admiring the sight of Poe before his eyes.
He didn't know what got into him. He'd never do such stupidity with a prisoner and especially a rebel scum. But he couldn't quiet his thoughts that were questioning whether the pilot was telling the truth and he really is from the future. To be completely honest, Mitt's never seen such an x-wing nor a uniform. They look familiar, but they aren't Rebel's. The DNA analysis hasn't shown anything that'd help and the only thing they had against him was the T-70 x-wing and some unknown droid. Another suspicious thing. Thrawn's never seen that type of a droid before. He's a well-educated man. Everyone knows that he's the mind of the Empire's remnants and he's hardly ever mistaken. That's how he deduced that Poe's not who they first thought he was.
After dressing up Thrawn took his datapad from the table and flicked through the DNA results again. He inspected all the small details and annotations that were made at the end of the test, and he was drawn to a conclusion that Poe indeed was from another time. He would be a fine addition to the rebuilding empire's arrays. With the possible knowledge, he has the empire would be rebuilt even stronger and any other war wouldn't have time to go off. But Thrawn was asking himself the same inquiry over and over again. Was it moral to keep a man of other time out of his own? Of course, it wasn't, but he, as the leader of the last empire residues has a responsibility to make it great again at all cost. He looked at Poe again and his expression softened when Poe met his gaze.
"What are you doing?" Poe asked letting the curiosity get the best of him.
Thrawn hummed and sighed looking at the pilot.
"To tell the truth. I'm wondering what shall I do with you pretty boy." he sighed again "I know you were telling the truth all this time. It's hard to believe that people haven't changed at all. They are the same in the future as they were in the past. This fact is a little dejecting though. We're hoping for change, we're doing everything that's possible to change this world for the better, but history is going in circles and we cannot do anything about it. I ought to let you go back to your times, but my position and the possibility of victory is telling me not to."
"Then don't follow their orders... Follow your heart. Do what you think is right not what others had told you to. It's not a sign of weakness. It's on the contrary, a sign of maturity. At least that's what I think." Poe answered looking at Mitt with hope in his eyes. Thrawn bit his lip and started wondering again.
"Do they talk about me in the future?" Mitt asked.
"No, man. Never heard of you. I'm sorry." Poe sighed looking sorrily at the Admiral.
"At least it is the history that is being brutally honest with me." he sighed "If we change the past wouldn't the future be changed? You wouldn't have ended up here if it weren't for the upcoming events."
"I don't know. I'm truly just a reckless pilot, but I know something about the starships and droids though. Whatever you do I'm truly at your mercy" Dameron looked up at Mitt. "I truly wish we'd met somewhere else" he sighed.
Thrawn sighed and sank into his thoughts again. He could let him go. Let him find his way home. But was he able to sacrifice everything only for doing the right thing? All these years he's been fighting for the empire. He has never doubt in its greatness and he made his way to the top all by himself. His life is the empire, but the empire is gone. It is gone for nearly half a year and the residues now considered refugees aren't strong enough to build a new empire. He's not the Emperor nor he is like Darth Vader. They both sought power but not the good for the people. He joined the Empire, because it was great, and for a young person that he was back then it was the best option. But now he sees the lack of basic life skills and it's frightening him. What happened to him, to the Grand Admiral Thrawn. He just fucked his prisoner in the cell. Well, his prisoner wanted it, but no one of a sane mind would have done it. That certainly is making him believe even more that the greatness of the empire has already vanished.
"I'll get you to your X-wing. You'll have to find your way back getting as far away as you can before they catch you in our radars." Mitt stated "I'll say that you've knocked me out and escaped. That's the least I can do. I can't back down now. The empire is all my life and I'll stay with it to the end. Maybe it's not great as it was, maybe it will never be great again. Don't tell me the future though it would be no fun living then. It's the right thing to do. Even though we probably are enemies there's no need for you to die here with us. Go home. Maybe even you'll find me." Thrawn finished giving Poe a key to the hangar.
"What shall I do?" Poe asked surprised by the Admiral's words.
"You should literally knock me out and then get in your ship and do what you must. This is the only way. I shouldn't be doing this... But as you've said. The empire is gone and it's the right thing to do. Now. Do it. Knock me out" the Admiral said.
"You're more human after sex" Poe joked and Thrawn rolled his eyes "I'm sorry though. Take care" Dameron whispered hardly audible and punched Mitt with his blaster knocking him out.
***
A year has passed after the return of Poe to his time. The First Order got defeated, the Emperor that has returned was dead, even the poor Ben Solo was a victim of the never-ending war. This time though everything was going to be alright and Poe himself was the one to see to it. He and his friends won the war. This damn bloody war has cost them a lot of good people, planets, and even starships that are never coming back. The Hosnian system was gone and others were to be rebuilt, but that was the main difference between the war's toll. You can rebuild the buildings, but you can't bring the ones who died back to life.
A week after the victory Poe has flown to his home planet to reunite with his father. Even though a year has passed he never stopped thinking about his captor. Mitt was in his mind every time. During every defeat and victory and especially now when the war was over. Poe thought that he'd be happy to know that there's no war going on. But would he be? He knew him merely a day. He was his captor for kriff's sake. There were these days when Poe felt like a whore. He gave his body to his captor. But the other days he felt like a hero because he gave a fallen man hope. But again. Did he? Poe wasn't sure about his feelings, wasn't sure about anything at all. The war drained him out and the only thing he wanted to do was to relax on his home planet and reminisce about the first and last time with Mitt.