Summary: 30 short drabbles, 700 words a piece, following the list of kinks for this challenge. All containing Saren and Nihlus in some explicit situation or another. (List)

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He always took advantage of the state of euphoria that existed after a good tumble in the bed. This was the only time that Saren allowed any kind of intimate contact that didn't involve vigorous body exercise. The barely there purr that was emanating from the pale, gray chest was music to Nihlus' ears when he nuzzled in close to the fellow Spectre and draped his limbs over him.

He was warm, and relaxed in a manner that he never was otherwise, not even while asleep, and it was hard not to drift off into dreamland himself. But not yet, just a few more minutes of feeling his lover this close, of enjoying the rare intimacy.

Breathing deep Nihlus nipped along the soft hide of the long neck as he concentrated on the scent filling his nose. Post-sex Saren was a smell like nothing else and he sometimes wished he could bathe in it. The man in question would of course call him a fool for wasting time with such nonsense. But Nihlus couldn't help himself.

Their relationship wasn't one of feelings, not really. Maybe it could have been, if Saren wasn't such a cold-hearthed bastard most of the times. He shut people out for some reason, he always had. Sometimes it felt like Nihlus didn't even know him, and he was, as far as he knew, the older man's closest friend.

But then he would get this light in his eyes. Something about the creases around them would fade and he'd look at him like... Just thinking about it made Nihlus' heart beat faster and cling to him a little tighter.

A rough skinned hand smoothed along his bicep, almost white against dark brown, making a stark contrast in the dim light from Nihlus' reading lamp. Saren thrummed out a content tone and turned his head to stroke his cheek along the younger turian's. The responding purr was perhaps louder than was proper given their complicated relationship. Why couldn't he simply let him in? Why couldn't Saren just love him the way Nihlus loved him?

All of a sudden it felt like a horrible lie to be lying here under the covers with him. The thought of not being able to have all of him, to have to share him with others, made something freeze to ice inside his chest. By the way Saren tilted his head he must have felt the tensing of his muscles.

"What is it?" he asked in his low, hushed voice that was reserved for these kind of situations. Did he use that voice with all his lovers?

"Nothing," Nihlus answered, keeping his sub-harmonics flat.

Saren snorted.

"You can't lie that easily to me, Nihlus," he said sarcastically.

Making a frustrated sound he started to shuffle back, away from the older man. He couldn't answer that. He couldn't ask. He'd known the rules going into this. There was no point in trying to bend them now. Saren didn't bend rules.

A strong hand closed around his arm and pulled him back before he had the chance to crawl out of bed.

"Hey," Saren protested as he rolled over to his side so he could wrap his arms around the dark body. "Don't go." It wasn't exactly a plea, but it wasn't as demanding as it usually was either. It made Nihlus stop his struggle against the hold. He relaxed into the strong arms and nuzzled his face into the crook of a pale neck.

Maybe he would never get all of Saren, but the man obviously wanted to keep him close. Maybe he had to settle for that.