This wasn't right—it wasn't right at all.
The first Sith to rear its head in centuries, and it was his padawan that was locked in battle, while he stood helplessly back, trapped by the glowing red ray shields blocking the only path to his student's aid. For all the length of his long legs, and the speed they could move, it was never enough as his padawan remained ahead, blue lightsaber clashing against red over and over again.
Oh, Obi-Wan could hold his own, certainly. He was a senior padawan, after all, and had years of training and experience under Qui-Gon's guidance. But his opponent wasn't just another low-life with a blaster or a fellow Jedi up for a friendly spar. No, this Zabrak was a Sith who would not hesitate to go for the kill, and who was every bit as trained in both combat and the Force as any Jedi was.
It left the tall, graying Jedi frustrated and antsy as he waited for the shields to deactivate again.
Obi-Wan felt the jolt on his elbows and shoulders as his lightsaber blade clashed against one of the Sith's red blades, sizzling and crackling as they pressed into each other, blue eyes narrowing as they met a taunting red-yellow.
He felt like a mouse being played with by a tooka. It frustrated him, and he tried his best not to let it distract him. He couldn't afford to make a mistake, and he needed to prove to himself and his master that he really was ready to take his trials and become a Knight.
With a scream of his frustration, he kicked out, forcing some distance between his opponent and himself for a split moment which allowed himself to shake off some of his negative emotions and center himself once more.
The Zabrak bared his teeth with a growl, flipping his saber staff in his hand as he prepared for the next attack. Lunging forward he swung his weapon at Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan blocked the attack and stepped forward in attempt to push the Sith back and gain the upper hand.
"Your anger is…overwhelming. How can you live like that?" he grunted as he pushed forward.
Grinning, the Zabrak jumped back enough to speak a little. “When you’ve lived with it as long as I have, it becomes a part of you. It’s normal for me by now.”
“Sounds horrible. Have you ever thought about living a happier life? We don’t have to fight. We can help you.” Obi-Wan tried.
“I would rather die.” Forward the man lunged, forcing Obi-Wan to the edge of a very long drop.
Elegantly, Obi-Wan side-stepped, avoiding the edge to the seemingly bottomless pit, “There is more to life than anger and darkness.”
“Maybe with your lifestyle, but not with mine. You can keep all your light side garbage!” The Zabrak lunged again, their lightsabers colliding as they stumbled close to the edge once more.
“This wasn’t your choice, I can tell. You can leave this dark path I’m not telling you to become a Jedi, but you don’t have to be Sith, either.”
“Like I said, I would rather die before convert to your ways.”
“I didn’t say you had to be a Jedi!”
“I don't want to be anything but a Sith! I chose this life!” The Zabrak pushed against Obi-Wan's lightsaber harder.
“Are you sure on that?” Obi-Wan asked, stepping a foot back to gain better footing against the weight being forced against him by the Sith.
“Of course I'm sure, Jedi. I have freedom in my life to choose, something you Jedi clearly do not understand.”
“Don’t assume you know what the Jedi Order is like. We have the freedom to choose, and if we choose to leave the Order, we don’t need protection, which I assume you would need as a former Sith. I’ve read accounts of what your order was like when it was in power.”
“Have you not been paying any attention during our fight?” He jumped back a ways. “I don't need any protection. I can protect myself, and I will destroy you, even if it means I go down with you!”
Obi-Wan smirked, “You’d have to try harder if you’ll want to take me down.”
Growling, the Zabrak charged forward, pushing Obi-Wan to the edge, nearly taking them both down. “There's only one way this will end, Jedi! You will fall down this hole whether you like it or not!”
“Quite a barbaric way to kill someone. Then again, it seems you don’t have the proper skills to use that saberstaff of yours to get the job done.” Obi-Wan taunted with a smirk, even as his back heel slipped off the edge of the shaft. He pushed back, twisting his own lightsaber and managing to cut the Sith’s weapon in half, before he was greeted by another sudden shove, his blade barely missing the Zabrak’s shoulder.
There was little more either of them could do to prevent the fall. Obi-Wan's balance was gone, and so was the force that kept the both of them on solid ground. As they tumbled down, the Zabrak tossed away the broken parts of his weapon and shoved Obi-Wan underneath him. At least the redhead would be dead first that way.
Obi-Wan could feel his master’s anguish in that moment, even if he couldn’t hear how Qui-Gon screamed out for him as the ray shield deactivated too late for him to do anything to turn the tide of events. He imagined his Master sprinting to the edge and reaching out, even if he knew he had no chance of catching Obi-Wan’s hand.
He squeezed his eyes shut and sent his final farewell through their bond before turning his attention to the Sith above him. He’d dropped his lightsaber somewhere in the fall, so he reached up and gripped the black fabric of the Sith’s tunics, pulling them both closer to each other.
The next thing they knew, there was nothing but black and the cold embrace of nothing.
They lay deathly still for hours, days, even. The Jedi’s body sprawled out and broken under the Sith. To any living being that might have crossed them, they would have appeared dead, but the Force knew better as it pillowed itself around the two, keeping their breathing shallow and barely there, but it was enough.
It wasn’t their time. Fate had somehow twisted upon itself, changing the path of events so that the Force itself intervened and made changes itself. It worked slowly, undisturbed by any outside influences as it moved over their broken bodies, touching their very life force, and soothing emotional minds into a calm only a newborn would remember. Hatred and anger erased, hurt and harsh feelings forgotten.
All that was left was calm peace as finally Obi-Wan cracked open his bright blue eyes, looking up at the endless tunnel of durrasteel above him. A small frown tugged at his lips as he wondered at the sight, trying so hard to remember what it was he was seeing, but nothing came to him. All he knew was that he was laying there, unable to move, yet feeling calm, as if it was all he’s ever known.
Nearby, quite close actually, the Zabrak groaned, shifting slightly then crying out in pain, his voice echoing what seemed like forever. When he had settled once more, he took a painful breath and spoke. “What happened, Obi-Wan?” He didn't know what happened, but somehow he knew the name of the human he was with.
The Jedi managed to slowly turn his head, blinking at the Zabrak as his brain worked to try and place the red and black face. It was familiar, and the answer soon seemed to whisper in his ear. Maul. His name was Maul.
“I...don’t know…” he spoke slowly, his voice rough and throat dry, “It feels like we’ve always been here...haven’t we?”
“It does feel like that… I can’t remember how we got here.” Maul thought hard, but nothing came to his mind. He sighed.
“...I can’t move.” Obi-Wan finally said after another long stretch of silence.
“I can't without hurting a lot. How are we supposed to get out of here if we can't move?”
“Maybe we fell down that, then.” Obi-Wan motioned with his eyes upwards. “And we’ve probably seriously injured.”
“If we're injured, we can't get up to get help… You don't happen to have a holocom on you, do you?”
“No clue. But I seriously can’t move. The most I can do is turn my head. My arms and legs won’t respond at all, so I can’t check…”
Maul shifted. “I think I can move enough to check. If you don't mind that is.”
“If it can get us help, we should do anything we can manage. Just don’t push yourself. If you need to take breaks because of the pain, then do.”
Slowly, Maul made his way closer to Obi-Wan, and finally he was able to search for a much needed com unit. Luckily, he found one and called for emergency help as quickly as he could. It took most of his energy to make the call, and as soon as he gave the main details to the Twi’lek on dispatch, he groaned and closed his eyes, the com unit slipping from his hands as he trained his ears for the wailing of sirens.
“Rest.” Obi-Wan soothed in a low voice, “They know we’re here now. We’ll get help.”
“Soon,” Maul groaned, moving his head so it rested more on Obi-Wan.
And soon the sirens did come, promising medical help as the two men were loaded onto stretchers and taken to the nearest hospital on medical speeders.
Before they even arrived, Maul passed out, exhausted and in pain from his earlier movement.
Months passed with the two being treated in the hospital. Neither one receiving a single visitor.
Maul had suffered a number of broken ribs and leg, with his second leg containing fractures that were the easiest to heal with a bone knitter. The other breaks had taken longer to mend as infections kept slowing down the healing process.
Obi-Wan’s spine had been broken in several places, as well as a few other bones shattering. He’d undergone countless surgeries to mend his body, and then had begun on physical therapy to start regaining the ability to use his legs and arms properly.
By the time they were finally released, Obi-Wan could walk short distances, but would need to sit and rest constantly or risk falling and hurting himself again. Because of that, he’d been supplied with a hover chair and instructions on how to continue his therapy to regain full use of his legs.
As the two moved out the hospital doors into the bright Naboo sunlight, Obi-Wan gave a small frown, “...I’ve just realized,” he muttered before glancing up at Maul who stood at his side, “Where do we go from here? Do we have a home? Jobs? Money at all?”
Maul thought, attempting to remember if they had anywhere to go. “I don't remember. Though I would think I'd remember things like those if we did have them. I guess all we can do is look for a place, and I can find a job to get us money. I think I have enough credits stored on my galactic account to get us at least an apartment somewhere.”
“I’ll have to find a job, too. Though the hours can’t be long while I’m still recovering.” Obi-Wan gestured to his legs.
“You just worry about getting better. I'll worry about the job for now.”
“I wouldn’t feel right not helping out. We’re both kind of lost here, and we have so little memory of the time before we woke up injured.”
“Well, that's okay. We're smart, I'm sure we'll figure a way to make this work, even while you recover.”
“Well, if you’re sure. But if at any point you need the help, tell me and I’ll find a job somewhere.” Obi-Wan insisted.
“Don't worry, I'm sure.” Maul smiled down at Obi-Wan and chuckled lightly.
Obi-Wan’s cheeks flushed a soft pink and he nodded, “Then lets try and find a place to stay.”
Maul nodded, and off they went to find a place for them to live. The search took most of the day, but as the sun was setting, they finally found a place that would let them in for the credits they had. Though they only had themselves, they soon settled into the apartment, relaxing after a taxing day of finding a home.
It was a small, modest place, a small refresher, a kitchenette, a main room, and a single bedroom. It came supplied with minimal furnishings, but Obi-Wan found himself comfortable with so little.
“So, are we going to rotate use of the bed between us, or cuddle up close to share it?” Obi-Wan asked.
Maul shrugged, leaning against the wall closest to a window. “Either works for me, though you are still recovering, so I’m saying you get to bed to yourself for a bit. At least until you’re healed completely.”
“You’re spoiling me, Maul.”
“No, I’m just making sure you’re taken care of. I’m surprised you’re still able to move to be honest. You had worse injuries than me.”
“The healers were surprised, too. But they put in an implant that made all the difference.”
“Good thing they did. You might have been paralyzed the rest of your life if they didn’t.”
“I have no doubt.” Obi-Wan nodded. “That really would have been frankly depressing.”
“But, you’re not paralyzed, and as soon as you’re healed up, you can move just as good as you did before. Thankfully we don’t have to worry about what could have happened.”
“And I can work, rather than be useless.”
Maul nodded. “Well, I do still have a little money left, what do you say we order some food and call it a day?”
“Sounds good. Food, relaxation, and discussion before you find a job tomorrow and I work on my physical therapy.”
“I’ll order us some food then.” Maul moved away from the window and used a holocomm to order food for the both of them.
Obi-Wan nodded and maneuvered his hoverchair over to the window, looking out at the neighborhood. Not for the first time, he tried to rack his mind for stray memories. A family, maybe, friends—other than Maul, that was. What had happened to lead to their fall and injuries...why hadn’t anyone come looking for them in the hospital…
The hospital had said they looked for his and Maul’s loved ones, only to find nothing. No records on file for either of them, and neither injured young man could remember any last names to look into. They were known simply as Maul and Obi-Wan. But they were granted free treatment as if they were Nabooian citizens, and new medical files were created for each of them, which could easily be combined with any existing medical files should anything turn up later.
They were encouraged to try remembering when and what they could, but so far neither had remembered anything more since they had been rescued. It was frustrating.
After a bit more waiting, food finally arrived, the apartment flooding with new and delicious scents. Maul for sure was hungry, and he almost started eating as soon as he paid the delivery boy. But he was courteous, and he waited until Obi-Wan also had his food.
“Have you remembered anything new?” Obi-Wan asked, reaching into the delivery bag to fish out his meal and set it out in front of him on their small table.
“Nope. My memories are still fuzzy.” Maul shrugged as he took a rather large bite of his food, settling down into the plush chair next to the table. He sighed as he looked out the window.
“I’ve been focused on trying to remember family...not much luck.” the human sighed.
“I’m sure we’ll remember one day. I wouldn’t worry too much about it. Besides, if we don’t remember anything, it’s like restarting life. If we did something bad in the past, we can start over and not worry about it.”
“I just—also don’t want our families to worry…”
Maul nodded. “I say we worry about it tomorrow. There’s plenty of time to think about it.”
“I guess you’re right.” Obi-Wan said before finally settling in to eat his dinner.
The rest of their meal was eaten in silence; Maul cleaning up after they were finished. Afterwards he jumped into the refresher to clean himself up. He settled back into the chair once he came back out. “Do you want to clean up tonight or wait until morning?”
“I’ll do so tonight so you can help me in and out of the tub and still get an early start on your job search.” Obi-Wan decided after some thought.
Maul nodded. “Are you ready for that now? Or rest a bit more?”
“I’ll be fine doing so now. Getting cleaned up and slipping into bed actually sounds like the best idea right now.”
“You can say that again. All I want now is sleep.” The Zabrak got up from the chair and accompanied Obi-Wan to the 'fresher.
“I’ll try to hurry so you can get into bed sooner, then.” Obi-Wan chuckled. He removed his simple tunic and wiggled out of his slacks before allowing Maul to lift him from his chair and set him in the tub.
“No need to hurry. Take as long as you need because we don’t need a return trip to the hospital.”
“My quickly cleaning myself won’t put me back in the hospital. My trying to get in my chair without your help may.”
“Exactly. So take your time, and let me know when you’re done.”
“But—I just—” Obi-Wan exhaled with a small chuckle, “Oh, you.” He pinched one of Maul’s horns and wiggled his hand to playfully tilt the Zabrak’s head back and forth as he waited for the tub to fill.
Maul smirked, chuckling with Obi-Wan. “I want you to have a proper recovery, that’s all.”
“Well if I am to have a proper bath, could you please put in some bubblebath into the water?
Maul rolled his eyes as he gave Obi-Wan the bubblebath he requested. “There, now call for me when you’re done. I’ll leave you to bathe in peace.”
“Thank you, Maul.” Obi-Wan smiled, taking a cloth to start cleaning himself with.
Obi-Wan glanced out the window at the rain hitting the transparasteel at a horizontal angle with the high winds that had kicked up with the storm. He almost moved over to look out it at the wet streets for his roommate. Maul had gotten a job making deliveries, and his speeder offered little protection from the elements.
But the timer on the oven buzzed and the redhead instead moved over to open it up and check on the batch of cookies. Finding they were done, he pulled them out and set them on a cooling rack.
Maul’s shift was almost over, and he would be home soon. The deliveries he had been making weren’t too difficult for him, but it still left him tired after his shifts. He liked returning home to the smell of fresh pastries, though, and that did help him to relax after long days of driving the streets back and forth.
Finally, the Zabrak did finally step into the small apartment, looking like he'd gone for a swim in the lake rather than a hard day at work.
Obi-Wan looked up from where he had begun frosting some of the cooled cookies, relieved that Maul had gotten home safe, but smirking playfully at the man’s state. “Have you brought an entire lake home?” he teased.
Maul smirked as he stepped inside. “I feel like it. Probably smell like it too.”
“Sounds like you need to get to the refresher before anything else, then.” Obi-Wan smiled, setting down the icing bag and getting off of his tall stool to limp over to the closet for a mop. “Take time to relax, I’ll clean this up.”
“Don’t mop too hard,” Maul joked as he headed off to the refresher.
“That all depends on how much water you leave behind from the door to the tub.” Obi-Wan smirked back, his eyes lingering on how tightly Maul’s clothing clung to his muscular body.
“I’ll try not to drip too much.” Maul peeled off his shirt while making his way to the refresher, smirking back knowingly at Obi-Wan.
“Should I collect something dry for you to change into?” Obi-Wan asked as he forced his gaze back down and began to mop up the puddle of water left by the door.
“Only if you really want to,” Maul replied.
“Well, my bakery is still open, even if the weather makes it unlikely that any customers will show up in the next hour. You probably should be clothed just in case. Wouldn't want to scare off anyone coming in for a cake and instead finding a sausage.”
Maul laughed. “We don’t want that, now do we?”
“No, I like the success of my little bakery, and I’d rather not have its reputation for being family-friendly ruined by my roommate, even if he is good looking without a shirt.” Obi-Wan smirked.
“Oh yeah? Well you know, I gotta say the owner of this bakery also looks good without a shirt.”
“Doubt it, you have a better build—though I do have better hair.” he joked, flipping his shoulder-length hair back away from his face.
“Oh come on now. That’s not even fair.” Maul chuckled as he washed his body.
“Not my fault I have a great head of hair.” Obi-Wan finished mopping up the water and then moved to the bedroom to dig out a tunic and slacks for Maul to change into before setting them just inside the refresher door.
“I mean, I could grow out my hair, but it’d just look weird with my horns. Besides, I rock the bald look.” Maul smirked, rinsing off the soap.
“Mm, I do like your horns being on full display…” Obi-Wan muttered more to himself as he got back to icing cookies and packaging them to place on the display shelves that made up his small shop.
Maul finished cleaning himself and dressed before coming back out, yawning lightly. “So, any free samples I can snack on today?”
“I had a partial batch that crumbled earlier this afternoon. It’s over in the remnants cookie jar you are allowed to snack out of whenever.” Obi-Wan chuckled.
“Awesome.” Maul quickly made his way over to the jar, picking out pieces of cookies to eat. “You have amazed me with your baking skills.”
“You and half of Theed at this point.” Obi-Wan chuckled.
“You skills are unmatched. Your pasties are quality products.”
“I enjoy myself, and it shows in the little cakes and things I make.” Obi-Wan shrugged.
“It sure does.” Maul took a bite of cookie and instantly smiled.
Obi-Wan smiled, “So, how was your work day—other than the storm that turned you into a drowned akk dog. That is.”
“It was pretty busy today. Nobody wants to get out in this weather, so they just order food and have it delivered to them. Makes me and the other delivery people go out in the weather instead of them.” Maul shrugged as he picked a chair nearby to sit in.
Obi-Wan nodded and finished cleaning his work space before moving over to sit next to Maul, “And what are we doing for dinner? Cookies do not make a meal.”
“Do we have stuff to make here? I’d rather not go back out into the rain.”
“Hmm...and what if I felt mean and said nothings here?” Obi-Wan teased.
“I’d make you go out in the rain,” Maul teased.
Obi-Wan pouted, pushing his lower lip out as he looked up through his eyelashes at his roomate.
The Zabrak rolled his eyes. “You’ve been here baking all day while I’m out in that.” He gestured to the window, where the rain seemed to fall harder.
“I still need a cane to go out. I’d likely slip and set my healing back by weeks.”
“You know I wouldn’t actually make you go out there. You are still healing after all.”
Obi-Wan laughed, “Well, we do have some leftovers from last night still, so neither of us need to brave the storm.”
“Oh thank the Force. I really didn’t want to go back out there.”
“Mhmm,” Obi-Wan hummed, stretching out and laying across the small sofa with his head in Maul’s lap.
Maul watched curiously, smirking once Obi-Wan had settled. “Maybe we should watch a holodrama while we eat tonight.”
“Can it be the one about the Jedi who has a secret family life on some moon the Jedi Order somehow doesn’t know exists?” Obi-Wan chuckled.
“Sure, we can watch that one. But I get to choose the next one we watch. Deal?”
“Deal.” Obi-Wan smiled, reaching up to poke the Zabrak’s cheek.
Turning to the holoscreen, Maul set up the holodrama for the two of them, sinking into his seat as it started. He rested one arm on the back of the couch while his other moved closer to Obi-Wan's head, hand gently grabbing a few locks of hair.
Obi-Wan gave a small pleasurable hum at the sensation of fingers running through his hair, a small smile curling his lips as he kept his eyes on the holodrama. He should have gotten up to reheat their dinner, but he couldn’t be bothered to pull away from the small show of affection.
As the holodrama went on, Maul found his eyelids grow heavy, and soon he drifted off into a light sleep, his fingers remaining on Obi-Wan's hair. Obi-Wan shifted, looking up at maul in silence a long moment before he raised his hand to gently brush his fingers along Maul’s cheek to his lips.
Maul’s eyes fluttered open at the touch. He looked down at Obi-Wan, their eyes locking for a few seconds before the Zabrak leaned down and planted a small, slow kiss on the human’s lips.
Obi-Wan smiled into the gentle kiss, his eyes closing as he pushed into it, and meeting the kiss back with his own.
Maul smiled as the kiss ended. “Well, a bit unexpected, but still nice.”
“Unexpected? I’ve been waiting for you to kiss me.” Obi-Wan admitted.
“Have you? Well, I guess I made you wait long enough then.” Maul smirked.
“Oh, it’s been years.” Obi-Wan chuckled, pulling himself up into the Zabrak’s lap and slipping his arms around his shoulders. “I was beginning to think you didn’t feel the same way.”
“Now why would you think that? After all the flirting we’ve done back and forth, there was bound to be attraction between us eventually.”
“Well, you never actually acted on it.” Obi-Wan pointed out.
“Neither have you,” Maul countered.
Obi-Wan shrugged, “Something in the darkness of my mind kept telling me I can’t be the one to start such an….attachment. I don’t know why...I guess it could be something from my lost memory before our accident, but...it felt like it was ingrained in me not to make a first move.” he admitted.
“Odd… I would think that if you have an attraction to someone, you should want to make a move first.”
“You would think, but it was difficult. I guess it’s similar when you get upset at something and have a hard time calming down your anger and don’t know why.”
Maul nodded. “I keep wondering if we were something… great before we lost our memories. Like maybe we were Jedi or Sith, or some sort of Force users, but I find I can’t really use the Force.”
“Sith? Those don’t exist anymore. Just the Jedi and I guess a few other Force Orders that are small local communities on a few planets. But neither of us can use the Force so there is no way we could have been part of any of those groups. I’m pretty sure rule number one would be that member can use the force to float rocks or whatever it is they do.”
Maul chuckled. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Besides, being a Force user sounds kinda boring anyways. Defending the galaxy all the time? No thanks, not for me.”
“And we wouldn’t be able to do this.” Obi-Wan hummed, capturing Maul’s lips once more in a kiss.
The kiss lasted longer, went deeper as Maul wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan’s waist. The holodrama was completely ignored as they kissed each other. A few quiet moans escaped here and there, but nothing too loud, though surely no one was going to hear them in their apartment over the pounding rain.
“...Share the bed tonight?” Obi-Wan breathed when their lips parted by a hair.
“I do like that idea,” Maul replied softy and with a smirk.
“Me too.” Obi-Wan’s hands slid up to tuch one of Maul’s horns playfully, “But I suppose now the question is, dinner? Or skip dinner?”
“Food sounds really nice right now, actually. I don’t want to go to bed on a stomach filled with sugar.”
“Then I suppose I have to get up to get it heated?”
“Well, I can be nice and heat it up instead,” Maul suggested.
“That would still involve one of us leaving the other’s arms.” Obi-Wan chuckled.
“We gotta move at some point. Might as well move now.” Maul shifted so Obi-Wan slid out of his lap and allowed him to stand up.
“Yeah, but I don’t have to like it!” Obi-Wan smirked, getting up and headding to the kitchen area to get their food reheating.
“Oh well.” Maul held up his hands in a shrug. “We have to eat some time.”
“Can’t survive on kissing?”
“Unfortunately, no. Kissing has no nutritional value.”
“Sounds fake, but okay.” Obi-Wan laughed, taking the heated leftovers out and grabbing two forks.
“I mean, I’m more than willing to try out that theory, but I would rather eat right now. I hope you’re not too offended by that.”
“Well, as long as we still get to share the bed tonight, I suppose I could try.”
“We'll have plenty of time in bed later to try.” Maul grabbed one of the forks and took a bite out of the food before it was even on a plate.
“Mhm…: Obi-Wan sat down and put some food on his plate before sitting back with his legs curled under him. “So, would it be safe for me to assume that we have graduated from roommates to lovers?”
Maul shrugged. “I suppose that's what we are now, yeah.”
“Good…” Obi-Wan smiled, starting to dig into his food.
“It has a nice sound to it.” Maul smiled as he ate.
“I’d agree.” Obi-Wan sighed, happily leaning against his now boyfriend.
Maul smiled, hugging Obi-Wan closer. “You know, I don’t really care about our past now. As long as we’re together, I’m happy not knowing what happened to us before.”
“Well, I wish there was one thing from your past I wish you knew.” Obi-Wan admitted.
“And what would that be?”
“Well,” The redhead set his plate down in his lap so he could trace his fingers along Maul’s tattooed neck without risk of spilling, “like how painful getting all these tattoos had been.”
“Oh.” Maul shrugged. “Well, I don’t remember that, but I imagine it was painful at some parts.”
“I figured, but knowing which areas would be the most painful…”
“Probably where there’s little muscle between the skin and bone.”
“...Think I’d look good with one?”
“Yeah, I think you would. Maybe not full body like mine, but definitely something on the shoulder or back.”
“No, nothing full-body. I don’t think I could do that, knowing there would be pain and…” he shrugged, “Plus I’m human. Your tattoos are more to the tradition of your race. I was thinking something more like...a rose.”
“A rose would look nice.”
“Yeah?” Obi-Wan smiled.
“Of course. Roses are great tattoos for strong people.”
“Strong...yeah...will you hold my hand when I get it and the pain gets to me?”
Maul chuckled. “Only if you want me to.”
“I might need you to. I’m not so much a fan of pain after our accident. Remember when I burned myself on a cookie sheet last season?”
“Yes, I remember. Don’t worry; we’ll look into it before you make a final decision.”
“I’m not so worried about that, just would like to know my boyfriend is willing to hold my hand and help me through it all.”
“Of course I’m willing. I’m always willing to hold my boyfriend’s hand.”
“Well, you needn’t wait until I have a need for hand holding. You can just hold my hand whenever.” Obi-Wan practically purred.
“Oh I know. But you should know I’m always willing, just in case.”
“Good to know. And I will always hold yours when you need it.”
Maul smiled, nodded. “I’m glad to know that.”
“And I’ll rub your back and shoulders when you get home from one of your more heavy lifting days at work.” Obi-Wan offered before smirking, “Completely for your comfort, of course—not at all because I want to touch those strong shoulders…”
“Uh huh, sure. Touch all you want. Get a good look at them before they leave again tomorrow.”
“But...why would I want to touch such firm muscles?” Obi-Wan teased, his hand sliding down along Maul’s arm.
“I wouldn’t have the slightest clue.”
The redhead laughed and relaxed once more against Maul’s side and returned to his meal.
To be continued…