Welcome to my "pornography." Sort of. Towards the end. What is wrong with me. Don't read if you don't want to. It won't be explicit, but it will have some "fun," you could say. 

Mando was thinking. Not good thinking. Bad thinking. 

Or, well, thinking about something that wasn't good. It was in fact, really really bad. 

No, you naughty womp rats, not that kind of bad.

Bad like, what was he going to do with the angel and the kid. 

What was he going to do about having to deliver the kid back to the Imps?

Mando wasn't sure, and he wasn't liking his shortage of options. 

...

Meklar groaned as he maneuvered the end of his wing to sit on his legs. He had a small medkit next to him, but it didn't seem to do him any good. 

As angelic as he was, he had no idea what any of these items were. He just knew that they were supposed to fix him in one way or another. 

Meklar's sounds of pain and distress were quiet, but they echoed softly through the ships hull, up into the cockpit where Mando was sitting alone, piloting the ship. 

But Mando was busy. 

...

The pale blue figure of Greef Carga floated in front of Mando. 

"Mando, I've received your transmission. Wonderful news." Carga said, his hands on his hips, smiling a slimy sly smile, that Mando could see straight through. "Upon your return, deliver the quarry directly to the client. I have no idea if he wants to eat it or hang it on his wall, but he's very antsy." 

Carga chuckled. Then sighed. "Safe passage. You know where to find me."

The hologram clicked off.  Leaving Mando in silence with a sleeping child. 

Mando heard something from down in the hull of the ship. His back hurt again, and his head felt as if there was a hot spike being driven through it. Meklar groaned out again, this one louder and more strangled than the first few that Mando could pick up through his helmet. 

Mando stepped quickly down the ladder, and turned around to see the angel leaned up against a crate of supplies, his wings splayed out beside him. 

They were broken and the feathers were split and torn, some falling out and some looking close to. They were muddy and bent and the bones at the top of the wings looked crooked. (As you can see, I have no idea how to write 'wings'. If anyone has an obsessive or even limited knowledge of wing anatomy, feedback is welcome. I'll wait as long as it takes.) The sight made Mando wince, and it was then that Meklar looked up at him, noticing his presence. 

"Hello," Meklar tried for a warm smile, but was cut off with a grimace and a groan. Mando walked towards him, and crouched next to the angel's lean figure. 

"How bad is it, on say, a scale of 1-10?" Mando questioned, his fingers barely brushing over the wings, but touching a few stray feathers. 

"Uh, uh seven? I think? And please don't ah, don't do that." Meklar stammered out, wincing and letting out a sharp and almost silent whine. 

Mando immediately drew his hand back, placing it behind him, as if that would make his mistake go away. "Sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you!" 

Meklar cracked a small smile, and he groaned, dropping his head back to hit the box. "Ow."

Mando chuckled an airy laugh through his nose. "Can I help?"

"Yes." Meklar whispered. 

Mando stood, unsure of what to do, then noticed the mud again. "I'll be right back."

Mando walked briskly to the small fresher that was towards the cockpit ladder. He filled a small bowl with water, even though it was cold, and grabbed two rags and the softest towl he could find in the cabinet. 

Mando walked out of the fresher with the bowl, carefully balancing it in his hands, cautious of the uneven plating of the metal floor. He made it to the angel who was gazing at him with a soft expression. 

"Can I clean them first? I can't see anything through the dried mud.." Mando gestured to the clumps of dirt stuck between the feathers. 

Meklar bit the inside of his cheek. "I would just advise you to be very careful. My wings are very....sensitive." 

Mando nodded, and dipped the rag in the bowl of water. "This is kind of cold, just a heads up."

Meklar nodded, staring at Mando's wet gloves and the rag that hung limply between them. 

Mando started at the bottom of the left wing, starting with the largest feathers, the primaries. They were long and sharp looking, but when Mando was up close, he could see how they curved gently towards the end. 

They were a dark deep chocolate brown, the same shade as the angel's hair. They had green flecks and streaks in them, bolder towards the base of the feather, and lesser as the feather ended. There were even a few gold streaks on every few feathers, bringing out a shiny and richer look to the wing itself. 

Beautiful. Mando thought.

Meklar did not speak, but hummed quietly...Thank you. 

Mando finished the first layer of feathers, then moving on towards the ones on the other side, keeping an even pattern between his cleaning. 

Mando wasn't sure how long he had been cleaning the wings, but Meklar now had his head back against the supply crate fully and Mando had readjusted to sit right next to the angel, one of the feathered appendages in his lap. 

Mando had moved up along the wing, towards the smaller, softer feathers. Secondaries? the warrior thought. 

Meklar hummed. Yes. And above them are the primary and secondary coverts. Very sensitive.

Mando held them gently between his fingers. Very strong. 

Mmhmmm.

The Mandalorian moved up, towards the secondary coverts, as the angel had put them. All of the feathers here were split and tangled, each strand knotted with each other. 

"You couldn't have really damaged your wings this much just by fighting a Mudhorn," Mando said, talking out loud for the first time in almost an hour. 

Meklar opened his eyes. He stared up into the Mandalorian's reflective visor. Then, he looked back down to his wing that was lying in their laps. "No, they were damaged during my fall as well."

"I see."

Silence.

"How did you fall?"

More silence. 

"I don't know."

Meklar was lying, but Mando could tell that he shouldn't push the topic. It looked pretty clear on Meklar's now hard-set features that he wanted to change the subject. 

Mando's leather-gloved fingers made their way up to the small feathers on the corner of the wing, right above the primary coverts. Meklar squirmed a little, his knee coming up and bending, and his jaw clenching. 

Mando immediately let go. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt-"

"You didn't." Meklar growled. "Keep going." 

Mando hesitantly put his hand back into the bowl of water, wetting and ringing out the rag. He placed it back on the feathers, and Meklar's entire wing flared up, stretching out and wrapping around Mando's back, pulling him closer to the angel. 

Meklar's eyes widened, and Mando cleared his throat under the helmet. "Uh, Meklar?"

The angel blushed and forced his wing to let go of the surprised bounty hunter. "I'm sorry."

Silence. 

"What happened? Do your wings....like me?"

(Here's your warning, I guess.... 0_0)

Meklar's eyes searched the ceiling of the hull as if the answer would be there, but when he looked up and made eye contact with the Mandalorian, it was hard to look away. 

"Y-yeah." Meklar's voice broke. He placed his red face in his hands, and pushed his fingers into his eye sockets. 

Mando pulled the angel's hands away from his face, gently. 

Meklar looked down at his lap, but immediately threw his head back when Mando reached out and touched the feathers again. 

"What are these called?" Mando asked, his voice husky but also smooth behind the voice modulator in the helmet. 

Meklar gasped and shut his eyes as the leather raked through the sensitive feathers. "A-Alul-las."

Mando hummed and smiled behind the mask, proud of himself that he was able to turn this angel into a mess by just touching some feathers. 

He moved his hands in, farther from the inside, closer to the angel's back. Towards the base of the wings. Meklar was biting his lip and his wings were twitching, the right flapping and beating back up against the supply box he was leaning against. 

"What about these?" Mando asked again. The section that he was on now was larger, and spanned almost all the way across the top of the wing. 

Meklar was now writhing beneath the warrior, his hand gripping onto Mando's wrist holding it there. Mando was surprised by the action, but it sent electricity through him, heating his core. 

What he didn't expect was for the angel to moan.

That's what made him lose it.

The warrior ran his gloved hand deeper through the feathers, and he found something that made the angel roll his eyes into the back of his head. Mando's heart sped up, and his core heated. 

It was a small bump, and it was wet. Mando found that out when he pulled his hand away, seeing a thick oily liquid coating his gloved fingers. It smelled sweet, like the ocean and grass, with a hint of something that Mando could only recognize as incense he had smelled once when one of the bounties he had was a monk hiding on Kashyyk. 

Meklar trembled and looked up at the silent Mandalorian, afraid that the mess would disgust the warrior. 

But Mando continued to stare at the angel, and put his hand back into the wings, deep in the once clean and now sweet-smelling oily feathers. Meklar's eyes rolled back into his head again, moaning quietly. Mando felt another shock go through him. 

Mando growled when Meklar's hand tightened on his wrist, and he rolled his fingers around the small bump. 

"What's this?" Mando inquired as he rubbed around the raised flesh. 

The angel stuttered out, "O-oil ga-gland-"

Mando hummed, the corner of his mouth perking up again. He never thought he'd be in a position like this, causing a grown man to melt into a puddle just by touching something that didn't even exist on most people in the galaxy. Hell, he never thought he'd be in the presence of an angel, much less causing one to moan. 

Mando slowed his pace a little. 

"M-Mando, please-please don't sto-op."

The warrior sped up, running his fingers through the feathers faster, pressing hard into the oil gland. 

Meklar was so close to losing it that he couldn't even think straight anymore. He couldn't even think anymore.

Mando growled as he saw the sweat on the side of Meklar's head drip down his chin, onto the metal flooring. A layer of sweat covered his entire body, or at least everything that Mando could see. 

Oh and it drove him crazy.

Mando ran his fingers down the long feathers and then back up and around, placing one hand on Meklar's collarbone as the other one gripped the feathers tighter, towards the base.

Meklar writhed beneath the Mandalorian again. The angel moaned, louder and higher. "Maando," he breathed out. 

Suddenly, Meklar's wings twitched and stretched out as far up and out as they could. They knocked over a crate and a rack of knives on the far side of the room. 

As soon as that happened, Mando was overcome with a sense of pleasure and ecstasy. Meklar arched his back at this, and his mouth opened into a silent scream. 

The lights on the ceiling sparked and blew out. 

Mando opened his eyes-When did I close them? -to see the angel sprawled out on the ground, breathing deeply.

Meklar's eyes were closed, but he could feel his wings knitting themselves back together. 

A surge of grace that big had healed his wings, and his Mandalorian. 

And it wiped the angel out. 

Meklar's body went limp, and Mando saw his chest rising steadily. He lifted the angel up, and carried him over to the small bedroom that belonged to the Mandalorian. 

Mando pulled the thin blanket over the angel's body, and walked to the small fresher outside the hallway. He closed the door, places the bowl and rag there, and washed his gloves of the sweet-smelling oil that they were coated with. 

He climbed to the top of the cockpit ladder, and went to sit in the captain's chair. The child's pod sat in the passenger seat. 

Well that was something.

What the hell have I done. 

I am a sinner. 

I apologize.

Word count: 2093

Hope you enjoyed my gay porno. 

I'm going to go bathe in some holy water and wish forgiveness upon my soul. 

date: 10/24/20

Love, 

Kermit