Fives hisses a sharp breath in through his teeth at the sudden wave of lust that rolls across him, at the sudden tight ache in his groin and the realization he's getting hard again already. But it's the sickening wash of shame that pulls a startled gasp out of him, has him pulling his knees in reflexively, defensively, at a kind of fear that he has never once experienced in his short life, and a self-loathing so alien he can hardly identify the emotion. It takes him a few agonizingly long, disorienting seconds to realize the emotions--all but the confusion and startled distress--are Jedao's, not his.

He doesn't say you can't hurt me, doesn't even think of uttering such a lie; anyone can hurt you, pain is life and life is pain. What he does is force his gaze back up to meet unblinking gold again, expression stained but absolutely steady, and say, "Of course you'll kriffing hurt me, why does that even matter?"