A/N: This is the cantina scene in KotFE, where your character speaks to Theron, Lana and Koth. During the scene, you can choose to speak (flirt) with any of the three. On Yavin, Zane and Theron had a fling before events dragged and kept them apart. They were reunited on Odessen. What happens in the cantina follows below. I will warn you, this is SLASH! If you don't like, then don't read but I won't tolerate flames! Anyone flaming will be removed and blocked.

First Meetings Again

Walking into the cantina, I felt my heart jump into my throat and the palms of my hands were slick with sweat inside my heavy gloves. I've faced down Sith Emperors and not been as nervous as I was talking to a Republic SIS agent. After five years frozen in carbonite, hopefully I'd finally get a chance to talk Theron. Rounding the corner, I saw him standing at the bar with Lana and Koth. I couldn't hear what was being said, but everyone appeared to be having a good time.

Lana offered advice to the spy. "Theron, you can't let the weight of the galaxy rest on your shoulders all the time."

"Isn't that why you talked me into coming here? To lighten your load?" he questioned her.

"I brought you here because you're good," she said. At least she could admit it.

'Breath,' I thought to myself, 'you can do this.'

Heading across the room, I heard a voice call out. "Hey, look who it is. Don't worry, we didn't start without you."

Lana seemed surprised to see me. "Yes, we've only just begun. I wasn't sure you'd attend."

Standing next to the bar, I said, "Do you think I'm that dull?"

She didn't pass on the chance to tease me. "Should I tell him the truth?"

"Lie, lie, lie, lie," Koth advised her, laughing.

Before I could retaliate, Theron said, "Ah, don't listen to them."

Honestly, I didn't mind providing a little comic relief to the troops and my friends. We'd been working hard and everyone needed to unwind. And I usually gave as good as I got!

Before I could say anything he continued, "So are you going to have a drink with us or what?"

No, no, no. If I was going to speak to him, I needed to get it over with and do it sober. Who knows what the future might bring? I wasn't delaying this any longer.

"I was hoping to have a talk with one of you first," I said.

I was gratified and humbled to see the hopeful looks on the three faces before me.

Noting the others, Theron's gaze hardened and he asked, "Yeah? Who'd you have in mind?"

For a split second, I hesitated. What if he changed his mind? In his letter, he was right. We never did declare what this was between us. And I definitely came with a lot of baggage...bounty on my head, people hunting me, not to mention the whole saving the galaxy thing. It would be surprising if I lived through the coming war. Honestly, he'd be smart to get out of this while he still could.

Sensing my hesitation, I watched as Theron's face hardened, preparing himself for the rejection experience had told him, was sure to follow.

Life may be short, and mine shorter than most but I had to live for now. Steeling myself, I said, "Come on Theron. Let's catch up."

A grin immediately spread over his handsome face. Gods! I couldn't wait to kiss those lips again!

"You got it," he said, as we turned to walk towards a private room in the cantina.

Finally, the noise of the rest of the bar started to fade into background as he told me what he'd been doing the last five years. Leaving the SIS, that one shocked me. I didn't think he'd ever leave the agency.

"Kept up with contacts, pretty much doing what I'd already been doing just not for the Republic. Not for anything...just against Zakul," he explained, as we reached the back corner of the room, hidden from sight.

I'm not so sure of that. It was for something...even if he didn't know it. He was angry and grieving but for who? Me?

Was anyone there for him? Had he moved on? Found someone else? Was he just afraid to tell me? He'd written that letter a little more than a year ago. Anything was possible. I couldn't make myself do it, instead I asked about his mother.

Puzzled at the turn of the conversation, he said, "The Grand Master? Well, the Jedi Order got scattered," he indulged my curiosity, "plucked apart and she decided..." he hesitated, as if he didn't know, "...to go somewhere."

Damn her. She disappeared again.

"Didn't say where. No one's heard from her, as far as I know." I could see the hurt and confusion on his face. She left without a word...to her son...again.

He closed the distance between us. "And I guess Lana has filled you in on the rest. Want you to know I'll do anything to keep things moving smoothly around here."

Looking down, I smiled softly at him. "So you'll take care of anyone that needs you?" I couldn't help but tease him a bit.

Shrugging his shoulders, he said, "Not just anybody," with a sly look, as he stepped further into my personal space, "I'm sorry I couldn't be there to thaw you out."

Gods, he's so close I can feel his body heat against my armor but he's still not touching me. Damn it...this can't go on much longer.

"Look at all you've accomplished," I heard Theron start but I was so distracted by his proximity, I didn't hear anything else he said. It took everything I had, to keep myself from reaching out, pulling him tightly against me and kissing him senseless.

Turning away, as he spoke of "destiny," I took a deep breath and released it slowly. I don't think he realized just what he was doing to me.

"Sure feels like it," he said, looking at me as if he expected a comment.

"If you mean being here with you," I said, "I agree."

Finally, he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around my waist. With a gloved hand, I caressed his cheek, leaned down, our lips finally meeting as I kissed him. It started out slow and sweet, something we'd waited five years for...our second kiss. It quickly became something more, as he nipped my lower and soothed it was his tongue. As our desperation and need grew, Theron growled in frustration when my armor thwarted his attempts to feel me up. Not to be detoured, he grabbed two fistfuls of my ass and pulled our lower halves firmly together. Without a thought I grinded against his hardness, causing him to moan and I slipped my tongue into his mouth, meeting his.

After a long minute or two, we broke apart, aroused and panting. I was so hard underneath my armor, it actually hurt. Resting my forehead against his, I tried to rein in my rampaging sexual urges. I needed a release…soon!

Reaching up, the spy began carding his hand through my black locks, while the other massaged the back of my neck. With one last deep, steadying breath, I stood up straight and tried to put some distance between us but he moved with me.

"Theron," I said, breathlessly, as he started sucking and nipping at the pulse point on my neck.

"Fuck," I growled and I could feel him grind against my cock.

"That's the idea."

"Theron," I said, desperately. I was on the edge and about to snap. "If we don't stop, I'm going to shove you against that wall and I won't be responsible for what happens next."

Still panting with need, I could see the large bulge under the fabric of the spy's pants as he forced himself to move away from me. "You're right," running a shaking hand through his hair.

"I am," I agreed absently, as I was still focused on his pants.

"Eyes up here Zane," he said, with a chuckle.

"What," I stuttered, "Yeah, yeah." I took another step back, just to be safe.

"Shall we go back and join the others for a drink?"

I shook my head and answered quickly. "No," my eyes drifted down Theron's body again. Catching myself, I glanced back up and caught his liquid brown eyes, "A private room with a door," my eyes started south again, "…preferably with a lock." Maker, it had been way, way too long!

Licking his lips, Theron agreed. "Let's go." He started for the door and I followed closely behind him. "With any luck we can slip out of here unseen."

I nearly ran into him when the spy stopped in the doorway to check if the coast was clear. When this left my front pressed against his back, I took advantage of the situation and pushed my member against his ass.

"Damn it Zane," he moaned, "I thought you wanted a door," I pushed again, and he trailed off incoherently. We stood their together, for a long moment until we heard the telltale rattling of a serving droid around the corner. "Now's our chance," without another word he stealthily exited the private room into the main part of the cantina.

I followed a short distance behind, nowhere near as stealthily or quietly. While I'm much quicker on my feet, than a man my size, 6'5" (1.96 meters), had a right to be, there was no way I was moving anywhere silently clad in armor. It was just not possible. Instead, I moved unassumingly as possible and hoped no one would notice.

We made it out the door and down the hall without anyone in the cantina noticing us. Rounding the corner, we ran into a group of Republic soldiers that wanted to shake my hand and congratulate me on a great speech. Afterwards we continued on and I asked, "Where we going?"

A quick look over his shoulder and a quirk of his lips, Theron said, "A room, door, and a lock? Remember?"

"No way would I forget that," I said, as I attempted to adjust myself underneath my armor. "I've never been down here. Where are we going?"

"I thought of heading out to your ship but," he said.

"No," I interrupted him before he could finish, "too many memories right now."

"Agreed," Theron said, rounding the last corner, "Which is why we're headed to my room. We shouldn't be interrupted there."

"Not to mention too far," I mumbled under my breath. We'd never make it out to the landing pad unseen.

Reaching the last door along the hall, Theron stopped and keyed in a code. "I'll give it to you later. You're welcome anytime you need someplace to hide."

"Thanks," I said, keeping watch. I really didn't care if anyone knew about us. I just wanted to be alone with my spy…uninterrupted.

I missed the whoosh of the door opening and was surprised when a hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled me into the room. It was a small room, with just a bed, equipment locker, large desk with a computer terminal and a night stand. Everything inside the room was organized with military or Jedi precision. The bed I noticed was not standard issue rather it was an extra-large luxury bed with a purple comforter.

Looking in the direction I was staring, he said, "Sue me. I held on to hope that Lana would free you."

Slapping a small keyboard next to the door frame, locking it, Theron used his smaller but lithe body to pin me to door behind me. Pulling my head down, I felt his lips crash against mine and his tongue forced its way past, to caress mine.

Pulling away a few minutes later, I heard him through my sexual haze, when he asked, "You ready?"

"Passed ready."

"This is going to be good," he said, gently kissing me again.

"Very good," I agreed, taking my gloves off and dropping them to the floor. Grasping Theron's shoulders, I started pushing his red jacket off his shoulders, as he removed my bracers.

TBC

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