by Darth Eldritch (DarthEldritch@shadowlady.com)
&
Wenkroy (Wenkroy@aol.com)
Archive: M/A and DMEB only
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Indiscriminate use of British/Scottish slang, good
old American cursing, the hot gay sex you know you hope will be
in ever fanfic here and abuse of fruit.
Spoilers: This takes place before TPM
Summary: Darth Maul and Obi Wan's special relationship causes
a rift between Master and Padawan. Also, Darth Maul's desire
for revenge is revealed!
Disclaimer: These characters are NOT owned by us. Please don't
sue us, Mr. Lucas. We really have nothing of value. A few more
containers of supplies, the Queen's wardrobe, that's all...
Feedback:
Darth Eldrich: I turn down the gain on my amp when I get too
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"Today, class, your assignment will be to make a fruit shake.
It's a very easy assignment, so don't disappoint me! The
classes will only get harder." The sharp clap of her hands rang
through the room. "Now come on, get into groups." Her brown
eyes squinted with displeasure as she saw two of her students
were still milling around their desks.
"Obi-wan, Maul, you still haven't found partners?"
Both looked at her, an obvious amount of boredom was seen in
their eyes.
She sighed, thinking about how much she hated new students.
"Well then, work together."
Darth Maul rolled his eyes. Obi Wan non-committaly shrugged
his shoulders.
"I'm not kidding! Now Maul, go over to Obi-Wan, you two can
work at station 6."
Maul and Obi Wan rolled their eyes and scuffled off to Station
6.
"Jedi scum," muttered Maul underneath his breath.
"Sith fool," spat back Obi Wan.
"Baah! I'll crush you like this passion fruit, fool!" replied
Maul, squeezing the red fruit ever so slightly.
The teacher appeared behind them, grabbing the passion
fruit... "Boys, boys, stop it! Just pay attention and make the
shake, OK?"
Obi Wan rolled his eyes.
"I abhor that matronly cow," hissed Maul.
Obi Wan laughed. Maul glowered at him. As Obi Wan began
slicing kiwis and strawberries, he sighed and took quick
glances at Maul. He was growling at the fruit as he tried to
shove it into the blender. Obi Wan had to admit, the Sith Lord
was rather attractive. Obi Wan stuck a finger into some
strawberry juice and rubbed it seductively against his lower
lip. Maul stared at him momentarily. "Get your fingers out of
that, Kenobi," he snorted.
Stupid Jedi scum...the teacher better not expect me to drink
that now, Maul thought to himself. He grabbed another passion
fruit and held it over the blender, stupid assignment! His
fingers dug into the fruit, juice exploding into the glass. A
grin crossed his face as he imagined the fruit was Obi Wan's
skull...or maybe his ass...
What am I thinking?!
He turned to Obi-Wan, ignoring the amused grin he saw on his
face. "Hand me a towel!" he growled.
"Hold on," Obi wan said, wiping passion fruit off of his face
with the palm of his hand. He looked at Maul, slowly licking
the juice from his palm. "I don't think this is going to taste
very good with the strawberry's."
Why doesn't he just hand me a towel? I thought Jedi's were
supposed to be merciful!
"Now where's that stupid towel?" Obi-Wan muttered, his eyes
grazing the counters of station 6. He absent-mindedly licked a
fleck of passion fruit off the corner of his mouth.
Obi Wan's eyes lit up when he noticed several towels stacked
in the cabinet underneath the counter. Ah! He grinned and bent
down to pick them up. Ohhh...they were nice and fluffy, like
Master Qui Gon's beard. He frowned slightly. Qui Gon was on an
outer rim planet at a fetish ball. Obi Wan couldn't come
because it was "Masters Only". Damn it. Qui Gon had promised to
bring back the new XL-175 vibrator, but Kenobi was in great
need of sex.
Maul watched as Kenobi bent over for the towel. Bollocks, he
had a fabulous ass! Gah, what was he thinking??? This was a
JEDI; he couldn't be desiring him...still...
Obi Wan grinned and handed Maul a towel. "Here you are...want
me to get that spot of fruit on your chin?" Kenobi playfully
stroked Maul's chin...Maul felt a great disturbance in the
Force. Actually, more of a disturbance in his Sith Lord
boxers...
The teacher walked over handing them 4 bananas. She sighed
when she saw a whole bowl of banana's sitting directly in front
of Maul.
She sighed, "You already have bananas, stop wasting time and
make the shake"
"I just, like them really Banana-y" maul said has he took the
4 bananas from her grip. He grimaced as he saw Obi-wan trying
not to crack up at the Freudian site. Immature dol... my he
looks attractive when he laughs. Stop that! He bashed his fist
down onto the table, banana goo mashed into his sleeve. Damn
it.
Obi-wan laughed at Maul's discomfort. He resisted the urge to
lick the banana mush off of his beautiful red and black
fingers. Maybe he wouldn't have to wait for that vibrator Qui
Gon had promised him. He threw the towel at Maul, watching him
catch it with his non-gooey hand. "Here, clean yourself up." he
said with a wicked grin on his face.
Maul wanted to whip that wicked grin off his face, preferably
with his tongue.
Maul took a banana from the bowl and slowly peeled it. He
slipped the fruit in his mouth and gingerly moved it back and
forth. Obi Wan was ecstatic. The Zabrakian had horrible teeth,
but was skilled in the ways of oral sex, obviously. A small
Rodian at Station Five gawked at the homo- erotic spectacle.
Maul felt the eyes of the alien against his back. He waved his
hand and the creature went flying into a blender full of fruit
shake.
"Slame-o!" howled the Rodian.
Maul rolled his eyes and formed a fist. The alien lay choking
in a pile of messy goo.
Obi Wan howled with laughter as the teacher approached them.
"OK! Take it outside! Wait until I tell your masters about
this."
Maul snorted and finished the banana. He slammed the door to
the class on the way out, but not before he absentmindedly
tossed the banana peel on the floor.
Obi-Wan cursed as the door slammed in his face. He pushed open
trying to control his anger at Maul. Next thing he knew he was
on the floor, his ass feeling very sore.
Maul turned around and looked at him, displaying a mouth full
of rotting teeth.
"Sorry about the banana peel. Are you hurt?" That oughta take
the Jedi scum down a notch. Sure Obi Wan could turn him on, but
as he displayed with the banana- he was quite proficient at
turning Obi-Wan on himself.
Obi-Wan stood up. Shite, my arse hurts. Things were definitely
taking a turn for the worse. It was never this hard with Qui
Gon! He fought back a grin at the double entendre. He walked
down the hall, ignoring Maul as he made his way to the exit.
Stupid day. What he needed now was to go home and take a nap,
maybe his dreams would be more successful than reality had
proven to be.
Maul watched with wry amusement as the Jedi walked by, his ego
obviously bruised. That and his ass. Serves the scum
right...but as that ass made it's way down the hall he thought
that maybe he should have been a little nicer to him.
"Listen, I'm sorry, about all my...behavior..." Maul smiled
and put a strong arm around Obi Wan's shoulder. Obi Wan's face
brightened. "Shite...it's OK."
"Maybe we could...get to know each other a little better? I
think my master was wrong about you."
Obi Wan grinned. "Er...as was my master about you."
Maul moved his hand lower and grabbed Kenobi's arse.
Obi Wan sucked in his breath quickly and began getting
excited. A-ha! His GayDar was right! He knew Maul was a
poofter!
Qui-Gon looked at the XL-175 vibrator. "Now, are you sure that
this is the most powerful thing you have?" He wasn't sure if
this little thing would be enough. Poor Obi Wan had the sex
drive of three men at their peak. Qui Gon sometimes just could
not keep up, after awhile he had to resort to vibrators just to
keep Obi Wan sated during the times that he was too worn out to
do it himself. But, I guess that's one of the draw backs of
having one of the biggest tossels that he'd ever seen, Qui Gon
thought with a smirk.
"Oh yes, definitely. These things are the most powerful thing
on the market, besides being screwed by a Sith Lord, if you get
my meaning." The merchant blinked his one eye suggestively.
Qui Gon frowned. "No, I do not get your meaning. You know,
that rumor is a filthy lie. A Jedi can outscrew a Sith lord any
day of the week."
"Now I beg to differ on that one," said a knowing British
voice. Both men looked up to see a dark hooded figure, "I will
purchase that vibrator, thank you" He said with the same air of
confidence, only his pale chin and mouth showing from the dark
confines of his hood.
"Ahh...yes, Darth Sidious, back for more toys for Darth Maul?"
The merchant licked his green scaly lips liciviously.
"Now excuse me, I was in the middle of purchasing that
vibrator." Qui Gon said regaining the merchant's attention.
"Actually you weren't. If I recall you were questioning about
it, but I my good man, have no questions. I'm ready to buy it
right now."
"This is ridiculous, I'm sure they have more than enough for
the both of us." Qui Gon turned back to the merchant, not
willing to waste more time on this dark hooded fool.
"Actually gentlemen, we don't. This is our last copy. As I
said it's the most powerful thing available, these things have
been selling like crazy."
Qui Gon sneered. "I will buy it."
The merchant smiled. "15 credits." Qui Gon threw the credits
down and smirked at the hooded figure as he sauntered off.
Darth Sidious smiled slowly and quietly followed Qui Gon.
"I will have that vibrator, Jedi fool."
"You certainly will not," spat back Qui Gon.
"I shall. My young apprentice is quite insatiable."
"As mine is."
"I suppose you think you've taught him well?" smirked Sidious.
"Yes, I have," replied Qui Gon, moving closer to the hooded
man. He was curious as to what was underneath all those robes.
Sidious cackled and moved very close to Qui Gon. "I could
teach you a few things," he whispered in his ear.
Qui Gon grinned. "Why don't we test this XL-175 out?"
Sidious cackled in glee.
Obi Wan opened his door, raising his eyebrows at Maul. This
was going to be fun.
Maul walked in, his large black boots making loud thunking
noises against Obi Wan's parkay floor. He realized that the
boots were going to make black streaks. He coughed
uncomfortably.
"Ummm... Maul, could you take off your boots please...i..uh.."
Maul's crimson eyes lit up. "Ahhh...that eager to get started
are we? Certainly."
Obi Wan grinned at the small deception, in the end he had
managed to get two things he wanted. By the time Maul got off
his boots Obi Wan had realized how small he actually was. The
man, though very attractive, only reached up to Obi Wan's nose.
Though, with what he had in mind, height really wasn't an
inconvenience.
Obi Wan walked into his living room, taking off his robe he
threw it onto the small worn couch. Maul followed suit.
"So, this is where you live? Not much nicer than my flat
really. You'd think that one of our sides would pay better!"
"Augh," said Obi Wan, cracking open a pint of Guinness he had
retrieved from the kitchen. "Qui Gon can be so cheap sometimes.
But he's only living on a teacher's salary, so..." He trailed
off and held the bottle up offering a stout to Maul.
The Zabrakian shook his horned head. "No thanks." He clasped
his hands together, leaning forward on the couch. Obi Wan
leaned back, grinning as he eyed Maul. He ran a hand against
the back of his hair, fiddling with his Padawan braid...
Maul stood up and walked over to Kenobi's Tele. He softly ran
a red and black finger over his collection of videotapes.
Trainspotting. Nightwatch. The Pillow Book. Hmm, so the Jedi
liked Ewan McGregor as well...
Obi Wan quietly moved towards Maul. He set the Guinness down
on a coffee table. Maul did not move, but smiled instinctively.
The Jedi moved in close and breathed heavily in his ear. He
placed his arms around Maul's waist and pressed against his
strong form. Maul closed his eyes and grinned. Obi Wan bit
gently at his neck, enjoying the taste and feel of Maul's
smooth flesh. Maul turned around and pressed against Obi Wan,
kissing him roughly.
Obi Wan felt a mixture of emotions. Being this close to Maul
was exciting...but kissing him, ugh! Boy did he need to brush
his teeth more often. Obi Wan pulled away from the kiss,
feeling himself turn red. What was he going to say?
Maul looked at him. "What?"
Obi wan shrugged taking a sip of beer. "Nothing..." He could
feel himself growing hard as his hip were still pressed against
Mauls. Now what was he going to do? "If you would perhaps like
to freshen up a little bit...the bathrooms right behind you..."
Obi Wan tried to say as casually as possible.
"What?" Maul said feeling confused. His mind was unclear as
Obi Wans hard on pressed against him. What was he talking
about? Bathroom? "I don't have to... oh, it's my breath isn't
it?" With amusement he watched Obi Wan turn even redder.
"Look...I promise not to kiss you again, if..." He lowered his
hand to that exquisite arse. He was happy to feel Obi Wan give
a responding thrust with his hips. "If you call me Darth. Than
I won't kiss you again."
Obi Wan gasped in pleasure, nuzzling his face against Maul's
horns. "Whatever you say Darth."
Darth Maul growled as he felt himself grow harder. "May I call
you Padawan?" He gasped as he now massaged Obi Wan's arse with
both hands.
"Yes," murmured Obi Wan. He rubbed on one of Maul's horns.
Maul growled in pleasure, biting into Kenobi's neck. Obi Wan
shivered and pushed Maul back slightly. He stroked his horns
with both hands and grinned.
"Let me show you the bedroom..." He hurried ahead, Maul
stalking after him softly.
Maul was taken aback by the sight of a large framed picture of
Obi Wan and Qui Gon Jinn next to the bed. Obi Wan noticed his
displeasure. He frowned and turned down the frame.
"Listen, he's just screwing around with me. I'm his Padawan,
we're not really supposed to be involved. If the Jedi council
knew..." Obi Wan snorted and looked down, running a hand over
the back of his neck.
Maul smiled and stroked Obi Wan's lower lip. "You're my
Padawan now. I can teach you a few things."
Obi Wan laughed. "OK, Darth. Let's see if all those rumors
about Sith Lords are true, eh?" They wrestled playfully and Obi
Wan ended up on top of Maul. He felt his passion rising. Maul
was much more intense then Qui Gon. Shite. He grabbed Maul's
horns and thrust his tongue inside his mouth. Fuck the bloody
teeth. His desire consumed him.
A shiver went up Maul's spin as he felt Obi Wans lips pressed
against his own once more. Even Sidious never dared to do this.
If only Obi Wan really was his Padawan. He wiggled his hands
under Obi Wans tunic, feeling the hot smooth skin of his torso.
He felt his desire burning in him; he broke their connection,
moving his mouth onto his neck. He felt the vibrations of Obi
Wans voice against his lips as he laughed.
"So that's how it is?" Obi Wan pushed his own hands under
Maul's shirt as well. "Would Darth like his shirt removed?" He
started to pull it up at my answering moan. He pulled away from
me, examining my chest; I felt my skin goosebump at his
questing gaze. A grin spread across his face.
'So, you are tattooed all over?" He bent forward tracing the
designs with his tongue.
"Yes," muttered Maul, breathing heavily.
"You want to see, no?"
Obi Wan smiled, tongue clicking against his teeth. "Aye."
Maul slipped off his trousers, revealing smooth, tattooed
flesh. Obi Wan's grin spread full across his face. His hand
snaked up Maul's firm thigh. "Aye," he whispered again,
laughing softly. He pulled off his own pants.
Maul lazily watched him, through half-closed eyes. He pressed
against Obi Wan, enjoying the touch of flesh against flesh. The
Jedi's flesh was slick from sweat and Maul's tongue...
Maul bit down on Obi Wan's nipple, tasting blood. He laughed
and licked it up with his tongue.
"What the fuck are you doing? Ya radge?" Obi Wan pulled away
from Maul, panting. Sweat glistened across his chest, and now,
so did blood.
Maul look at him, panting, the tension thick between them.
"Look, I was just..."
"Yeah, well I don't play that way!" Obi Wan said, absently
using the force to heal his hurt nipple.
Maul got off the bed, slowly crawling towards Obi Wan, cat
like in his manner. "I'm sorry...I'll play nice. I swear." He
came close, Obi Wan sucking in his breath.
"No, I don't know..." he panted. Maul straddled him, licking
his neck. "Come on padawan, I promise. " He purred. No one had
ever gotten him this hard before and he refused to loose it. He
smiled with approval as he felt Obi Wan's arms encircling his
back once more. He lowered his hand, wrapping it around Obi
Wan's penis. He gasped at its length. Jesus. "You're a regular
Ewan McGregor aren't you?" Maul said, his voice husky.
"As close as you can get." Obi Wan said, a cocky grin
spreading across his face.
Maul smirked. "Mmmhmm..." He ran his fingers over Obi Wan's
chest. Kenobi shuddered slightly as he came near his nipple
again. Maul laughed.
"It's alright, Padawan," he whispered. "Nice, right?"
He bent his head down and ran his tongue over Obi Wan's penis.
He shivered and grasped his headboard. Shite. He thought.
Shite, this is good.
Suddenly...
Obi Wan gasped as he came.
Maul looked up in shock.
"What the fuck??? You came that quick?"
Obi Wan turned red.
"I...um...shite...it's not like....it was never like that with
Qui Gon, and I..."
Maul fell over in hysterics
A flash of anger went through Obi Wan. He glared at Maul,
using the force to brush his pleasure center. Maul's giggles
choked off as he too quickly came.
"Well that was easy." Obi Wan smirked. "I barely touched you
with the force." He stood up pulling his pants back on.
Maul lay back on the bed, studying the Jedi. "Ok, truce. So
neither one of lasted very long...but I've never had an orgasm
that strong before either."
Obi Wan lay back on the bed resting his head on Maul's
stomach. "Exactly." He said, giving the skin beneath him a
little lick.
Maul looked up at him, maintaining eye contact. "Do you want
to cuddle?"
"Well this is a pretty sight."
Both men looked up in shock at the sound of the voice. Obi Wan
gasped to see Qui Gon standing in the doorjamb, assessing the
clothes strewn about the room. His eyes finally rested on the
two naked men. Qui Gon seemed angry, but Obi wan couldn't help
noticing that there was something different about him.
Maul sat up, displacing Obi Wan. "Hey! What are you doing
wearing Sidious' robe?!"
Obi Wan looked on in disgust as deep blush ran across Qui
Gon's face.
Qui Gon looked away from his Padawan...he thought of the
little...erm...adventure he had with Sith master Sidious at the
outer rim Fetish Ball just two nights ago. Qui Gon slumped down
into a chair with a sigh and withdrew a pack of cigarettes from
his robes. They were his favorite brand: Boba Fett's
Fantabulous Fags: The Bounty Hunter's Only Choice.... but they
tasted stale in his mouth.
Obi Wan's lower lip was wavering. "You...you had sex with
someone else? With his master?"
Qui Gon sighed some more, taking a long drag from his cig...he
snorted and pointed at Maul..."And you, Padawan, had sex with
him." Shame rose in obi-wan as he realized that his lower lip
was trembling. He would not cry. This was silly! He was just
sleeping with Qui Gon to get ahead quicker... and if it also
satisfied his sexual urges then...
Maul snorted. "I guess you could call what we did sleeping
together." He grinned recalling the tragedy of seconds before.
"So how was the old bastard? Still into S&M? Or does he
prefer tenderness when he's with a Jedi?" Maul grinned and
stood up, not bothering to cover up his nudity. This was fun;
the rift caused between master and padawan was beautiful.
Qui Gon abruptly stood up, first glaring at Maul and than Obi
Wan. "This? This is what you choose to cheat on me with?"
Obi Wan stood up. "Ugh, I never realized what a hypocrite you
were. Come on Maul, I'll walk you home."
Maul headed towards the door; "I'll go get my shoes." He
grabbed Qui Gon's ass as he exited the room. He grinned to
himself as he felt Qui Gon's eyes on his naked body.
Maul and Obi Wan walked about the streets outside. Obi Wan kept
his head down while Maul laughed and smoked (Sebulba's Super
Sassy Ultra-Slims), pointing at various buildings he'd never
noticed in this area of town...
Obi Wan's posture was slumped, hands in his pockets...
Maul flicked his cigarette onto the street and absentmindedly
ground it down with his boot. He turned to Obi Wan and
playfully hit his shoulder. "What's the matter now, eh?"
Obi Wan smirked and playfully pushed him. "I don't know...I
guess..." He sighed and motioned to Maul he wanted a cigarette.
Maul waited for an answer as Kenobi took a few drags. "I guess
I'll miss Qui Gon, you know?" Obi Wan sighed and blew a few
rings into the night sky.
Maul watched. "A ring through a ring. That means I love you."
Obi Wan laughed. "I don't know about love! I barely met you!"
"Well...it was a joke." Maul grinned and quietly scratched his
chin. "You can stay at my flat. Sidious is always
vacationing...political campaigning and all, you know..."
Obi Wan smiled. "Sure. Sounds good..."
Maul sighed. "But I am training to be a Sith, you know...I may
have to kill you one day, when the novelty wears off."
Obi Wan shrugged. "I might end up slaughtering you. All
relationships have to an end some time."
Maul sat at the table, his hand caressing his cup of coffee.
I'm getting really sick of this. "Kill him while he sleeps!
Kill him now! You're having an affair with the enemy!" Stupid
old tosser... but he would have to put up with it if he wanted
to finish his sith lord training. His mind felt crowded with
responsibility, kill the sith lord and take his place, kill his
lover... how was he supposed to remember everything!?
He took out a cigarette, Boba Fett's Fantabulous Fag's, he had
gotten used to smoking Obi Wan's brand, another drawback that
comes with living together.
Obi Wan shuffled in, his eyes red and blood shot. "Oy, I feel
shagged and fagged. Where's the bloody aspirin?"
Maul narrowed his eyes. "You have another hangover? I thought
you promised me you would cut down?"
Obi Wan ran his fingers through his greasy de-spiked hair.
"Look ya doss cunt, I got thirsty in the middle of the night,
don't judge me."
Maul grimaced...the middle of the night, he hadn't even thought
of waking me up. "We could have made love! But no, what gets
you up in the middle of the night? Guinness!"
Obi Wan grimaced at Maul's screaming. He rubbed his pounding
temples and walked over to Maul, planting a kiss on his
forehead. "Sorry love, lets do something tonight?" He
seriptiscously licked a horn. "We could rent a movie?"
Maul took a sip of coffee, not wanting to seem too eager. "Aye.
Ok" He assented, hiding a smile. Obi Wan stood up, found some
aspirin and exited to take a quick shower. Slame-o, Maul
thought throwing his mug across the room. He didn't even notice
that I was naked! That's the last time I read Cosmopolitan.
Maul sighed and got dressed. Lately he had begun to notice
myriad small, annoying things about Obi Wan. He reeked of
alcohol after he drank. He had a hyena-like laugh. And that
bloody padawan braid! Ugh! He wanted to rip it off. Gawh. It
served him right, having an affair with a Jedi. But the sex was
so unbelievable...perhaps because they were supposed to be
enemies. Could it be the forbidden element? Dear God...now Obi
Wan was in the bathroom gargling. Maul hated the sound of his
gargling. It was like the sound of a choking Tauntaun.
Obi Wan watched Maul out of the corner of his eye. He slathered
on some shaving cream-Chewbacca's Classy Cream: The Smoothest
Shave in the Galaxy-and frowned. Like a Wookie would know about
smooth shaves! Leave it to Maul to purchase the crappiest brand
in the store. And jeez, he could see a damned dentist once in a
while. So lazy when it came to household chores too...oh sure,
he took great care of HIS side of the room, but when the living
room needed Hoovering, who ended up doing it? Obi Wan, that's
right. Obi Wan finished shaving with a sigh and walked into the
bedroom to dress. Maul smiled at him, pacing about the floor.
Obi Wan couldn't stifle a grin. He did look damned good. He
knew how to dress - fab leather gloves, nice tattoos...the
horns really got him as well. But of course, those were real...
just a coincidence of Mother Nature.
Maul could feel heat rushing to his face as he saw that look in
Obi Wans eyes; he wanted him. He felt himself harden as he took
in the sight of his lover in a wet towel. This was it; this was
why he was still with obi wan. His smooth skin glistened with
moisture, begging maul to lick it. He sauntered over to Obi
Wan.. oh yeah, he likes it. He could see the wet towel already
clinging to Obi Wans emerging erection. He pressed himself
against him, grabbing his beautiful arse with both hands. He
was pleased when Obi Wan was unable to stifle a moan. Fuck
Cosmo, he could get his man on his own. He leaned forward
kissing his neck. Obi Wan put his arms around Maul, pulling him
closer against his body.
Obi Wan felt his arousal; his thoughts were muddled as Mauls
erection pressed into him. Okay, maybe he could forgive him for
the aftershave. Mauls fingers kneaded his ass. "Oh my Sith"...
Obi Wan moaned, and the cleaning.
OH yeah. I don't need a magazine to tell me how to turn Obi Wan
on. Maul pressed his mouth against Obi Wans, kissing him
passionately and deeply...he even used tongue.
Obi Wan quickly pulled away, breaking their heated connection.
"Aye, come on Maul! I just brushed my teeth!" He wiped his
mouth with disgust. "Now I'm just gonna have to do it again!"
In the uncomfortable silence the shrill ringing of the phone
echoed through the room. "I'll be gettin' that," Obi Wan said,
picking up the phone.
"What are YOU doing in Maul's apartment?"
Obi Wan gulped. "Uh..."
Maul, still upset and pouting on the bed, turned toward Obi
wan. Who is it? He mouthed.
Obi Wan's eyes shifted from side to side. "Hold on, please..."
He covered the mouthpiece with one hand and answered Maul's
query.
"Sidious..."
Maul leapt up. "Pfffttt! All I need NOW!"
Maul snatched the phone from Obi Wan, who scuttled into the
kitchen. "I need a drink!" he shouted.
Maul snarled, "Sure, ya drunk!" He muttered under his breath,
"What do you want?" he asked Sidious.
Sidious clucked his tongue in disgust. "Still diddling that
Jedi tramp, eh, Maul?"
Maul sputtered. "It's MY apartment! Besides, I'm...discovering
Jedi weaknesses..."
A glass crashed to the floor in the kitchen. "SHITE!" shouted
Obi Wan. Maul shivered...he felt Obi Wan had broken his
favorite glass.
"I got those on Irdonia! I can NEVER replace that!"
"Augh, whatever," said Obi Wan, cleaning up the broken
pieces...
Maul muttered some more...Sidious was displeased. "He seems to
have found several of your weaknesses..."
Maul growled. "You are such a hypocrite. Who had a night of fun
with Qui Gon Jinn at the Outer Rim Fetish Ball, eh? Testing out
the XL-175? IT'S ON TAPE, FOR GOD'S SAKE!" Maul pulled out the
copy of "Fun With the Force: Jedi and Sith, the Masters, Volume
8" Obi Wan and he had found at the video store last night.
"WHAT?!" Sidious raged. "Why those bastards! I'll sue them from
here all the way to Naboo! How the hell did they get a hold of
the tape?!"
Maul grinned. "I don't know master, maybe you should ask Qui
Gon about all this."
Obi Wan entered the room a bottle of Guinness in his hand. "We
ran out of glasses." He said with a wicked grin.
"That's besides the point!" Sputtered Sidiouis. Maul stifled a
gasp as he felt Obi Wan dribble some Guinness down his neck.
His breath was hot as he licked the beer off.
"And how's that, master?"
"Yes master, how is that?" purred obi wan. Maul motioned for
him to stop; knowing that was the last thing he wanted him to
do.
"How is you affair with Qui Gon's different from mine?"
"Wipe that tone out of your voice. Mine was a one-night stand,
nothing more. I am not the one reading articles about how to
arouse your husband in Cosmo."
Now how the hell did he know that? Maul felt fear churning in
his stomach. His mind was quickly diverted as he felt Obi Wan's
fingers unbuttoning his shirt.
"Ok master. I'll keep that in mind." Maul said as he felt his
nipple being pressed between Obi Wans wet mouth. "Goodbye." he
hung up the phone.
The phone ran again.
"AUUGHH!" Maul shouted. "I'll get it."
Obi Wan rolled his eyes and sat back on the bed.
"Is Obi Wan there?"
It was Qui Gon Jinn.
"Uh..."
"I know he's there...I sense it, you Sith hussy."
Maul growled. "At least I am not a pornographic film star." Obi
Wan snorted and laughed.
Qui Gon answered through gritted teeth. I can hear you Padawan.
Yes, Padawan, you're still my apprentice. Taking up with Sith.
How foolish. Come back to me...
Obi Wan winced at the message from his master. Great, mind
messages over a hangover. Not a very good mix.
He sighed and took the phone from Maul...
"I told you I would never come back to you." STOP CALLING ME
HERE! I told you I would only come back to you for training.
"You love me Obi Wan, my padawan. Stop this nonsense."
Obi Wan glanced at Maul who was watching his reactions
carefully.
Qui Gon sighed. "I can feel you watching him. You don't want
him to be upset. You don't want him to know, but he will have
to know eventually."
"There is no eventually Qui Gon, I told you, I'm not going to
see you again." Stop this Qui Gon, training and nothing more!
Obi Wan hung up before Qui Gon could send another mind message
his way.
Maul smiled nervously, "You told him right? He understands that
you can't see him again?"
"Of course"
Maul leaned forward and licked Obi Wan's chest. "And you'll be
getting a new master soon right?"
Obi Wan closed his eyes. "Umm hmmm."
Obi Wan looked down at the tattooed head, nestled on his chest,
his arm thrown lazily around his stomach. How Maul loved to
cuddle.
"We should move. Go somewhere we don't have any attachments."
"What on Coruscant are we going to do? What about your
training? My training?"
Maul sighed, rubbing his fingers lightly around Obi Wan's
navel. "I know... But maybe we need to do something else?"
"Like what?" laughed Obi Wan, "I don't think we're fit for
anything else. Unless we felt like selling some tapes to the
Jedi/Sith porn industry." He started stroking one of Mauls
horns, knowing how it turned him on. He grinned when Maul's
breath quickened in response.
"We could open an Orange Julius stand? We both got A's on that
in our cooking class."
Obi Wan shut his eyes, feeling content. "Yeah..we could. That
would be nice." He got out of bed and planted a kiss on Maul's
neck. "Why don't you come up with the name while I get myself a
drink? Want anything?"
Maul sighed...stupid alcoholic, he was going to ruin all his
plans of a happy home and children...Wait! What was he talking
about?! Siths don't plan! And we eat children, not take care of
them... but still. It would be nice, he thought as he watched
that beautiful round ass sashay out of the room.
Obi Wan luxuriated in the feel of the cool tile under his bare
feet and the cool breeze from the window caressing his naked
skin. He stood by the fridge, contemplating in the half-light.
Maybe Maul was right...maybe he did drink too much. He jumped
as the shrill ring of the phone punctured his thoughts.
"Hello?"
Faint breathing was all that answered him.
He felt a thundering in his chest. "Look" he hissed, "I told
you not to call me.."
"Padawan" sighed a low voice.
"I told you Qui Gon, we're only Jedi and apprentice now."
"You love me." Qui Gon said, trying to emit tones of love into
Obi Wans mind. Obi Wan felt himself weakening.
"Why are you calling me?"
"I know you only want me to train you, but...I've been called
on assignment. I would like it if you came with me."
Obi Wan sighed... "Stop this." He hissed. "I don't love you...
I, I never did." He hung up trying to hold back the tears in
his eyes. His body stiffened as he felt someone walk into the
room.
"That was him wasn't it."
Obi Wan turned around to see Maul, tears in his crimson eyes.
"Stop this maul. Stop patrolling me."
Maul felt a tightness in his chest, he's acting defensive...it
was Qui Gon. "Don't lie to me Kenobi"
Obi Wan sighed. "Ya, alright. It was him. Look...I lied, I'm
not going to get a new master."
Maul growled in anger. "So Sidious was right all along. Jedi
tramp!"
Obi Wan felt anger rising. "You have small horns," he replied
coolly.
Maul's hand shot towards his horns, "What? I do-oh, very nice.
Time to get petty, eh?"
Obi Wan left to pack his things. "I'm going back to Qui Gon."
"FINE!" spat Maul. "Sidious will be waiting for me."
Obi Wan was quiet as he placed a cig in his mouth. Maul
snatched it away. "Those are mine," he hissed. Obi Wan glared
at him.
He was silent as he gathered his things, leaving the apartment
quietly.
Maul shouted as he left, "I'll reveal myself to you! I'll have
my revenge!"
Suddenly Obi Wan cracked up. He looked down the hall at Maul
who was still staring at him from the doorway. He had a look of
disbelief on his face. Obi Wan made a slow retreat back to
Mauls side. "Reveal yourself to me? That's your threat? I think
you've already done quite an awful lot of revealing yourself to
me already."
Maul grinned. "Yeah, well... you're doing quite a bit of
revealing yourself."
Obi Wan followed Mauls' gaze to his own naked body. "You were
actually going to let me go out side like this?"
Maul shrugged, a grin on his face. "Well... You were breaking
up with me."
Obi Wan dropped his piles of clothes and gave Maul a long deep
kiss. "Look, Qui Gon may still be my master, but he's one of
the best Jedi around. That's all it is. You have to understand
that, you're still with Sidious."
Maul nodded reluctantly.
"And, you're horns aren't small. I like them, they're cute."
Maul hugged Obi Wan, leaning in to kiss his neck he instead
left a nasty bite mark.
"Hey!" Obi Wan shrieked, pulling away. "What was that for?"
Maul grinned. "Don't ever call me cute."
Obi Wan stared at him, rubbing his hands through his short
spiky hair. "Come on, help me bring this stuff inside."
Maul turned around walking back into their room.
Obi Wan sighed as he levitated his clothes with the force. At
least he wasn't going outside naked right?
Maul lay in bed listening to the familiar rhythm of Obi Wans
breath. He smiled to himself. All was right in the world. He
would kill Sidious soon and take over. Obi Wan and he would get
a nice, white, house in the suburbs and have children together.
Than he would kill him. He couldn't decide whether it would be
nicer to kill him in the town nuclear reactor core or in front
of their children. All well, he will know when it's time.
Maul woke up, moving his arm to hug Obi Wan he found himself
hugging the mattress. He sat up. Where is he? He reached out
with his sith senses...nothing. Maybe he went to get milk? No.
His sith senses also told him that there was plenty of that in
the fridge. He leaned on the night table, about to turn the
light on when he noticed a letter. He picked it up not
believing his eyes.
"Dear Maul,
I know I told you that there was nothing more between Qui Gon
and I...but I was wrong. Last night as I heard you chuckling
and muttering in your sleep about killing me I realized who I
was truly in love with. That man is Qui Gon Jinn. I have left
with him on a mission to help the people of Naboo. I hope you
will get over me, and one day we will not have the pleasure of
murdering each other.
Love,
Obi Wan Kenobi
I hope you will get over me! What Jedi scum! That little
bastard!
Maul angrily threw various items about his apartment. He
grabbed his lightsaber and brought it down on the bed. Bah. He
needed a new one anyway. Stupid Jedi had his good force vibes
all over it.
Hour's later Sidious came to visit Maul. "Well. I see the Jedi
left, eh?" Maul looked up from a pile of tear and beer stained
sheets. "Yea...so?" he growled, rubbing his yellow eyes. He
felt his horns. Crap, there was a pillow stuck to them. He
snarled and ripped it off. Sidious cackled.
"Not funny," pouted Maul.
Sidious sneered. "Sith do not pout, my dear. That poofter
Padawan really got to you."
Maul looked up at his dark hooded master. "What exactly do you
have in mind?"
Sidious chuckled, "Oh, I have my hand in that mission, far more
than Qui Gon knows.. Right now he thinks he's taking the boy to
talk about trade embargo. Than they will make love every night
in some hotel, maybe on Naboo. He has no idea what's in store
for him."
Maul found himself grinning.
"You can be a part of that Maul. You can be there when Qui Gon
dies...if you want, you can even cause it."
Maul chuckled. Oh this was good! Very good.. He would join his
master one last time, just like..that boy..he spat, not wanting
to say his name.. and than, he would kill them both. Oh this
was nice indeed.
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