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Maul awoke the next morning and was surprised to see the Jedi sleeping next to him. His eyes narrowed in disgust. How could he have been so tired to fall asleep next to a Jedi?
The Sith slid out of bed and stretched his aching limbs. He slowly walked to the door. He released the force field, and then he stepped through the door and reactivated it. Maul glanced back, taking one last look at the sleeping Padawan, then turned and walked to his own bedroom.
Maul stripped himself of his pants from the night before. He desperately needed a shower.
The Zabrak walked over to the shower and turned on the water. He turned the knob to the hottest setting and stepped inside. The water ran down his body, making the marks and bites from the night before burn with pain. Maul gasped and his yellow eyes snapped shut. His hand lifted up the caress the wound on his shoulder. He ran his nails over it making it bleed again. The Zabrak turned around and let the scorching water run down his tattooed back, making the scratches burn. He let another groan slip from his mouth and arched his back.
The Jedi had marked him, and it showed, not just from the gashes, but also from how the Sith was reacting. It wasn't love. A monster like him would never consider it. It was simply a symbolic feeling that the Sith was winning in his little game.
The Sith just wanted the Jedi to feel things that weren't taught to them in their dogmatic training. He wanted the Jedi to feel dirty, humiliated, pain, abuse, lust. He wanted the Jedi to be torn between loyalty and desire.
Maul thought back to the first night he stole the Jedi's innocence. The Padawan's moans of pleasure echoed in his brain.
Maul's lips formed into a twisted smile.
His plan was working.
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Darth Maul stepped into the cockpit of the Infiltrator and sat down. He rested his head on the headrest and let out a long sigh. He was exhausted from the day before, maybe if time allowed he could get a quick nap.
Suddenly a light flickered on and his Darth Sidious appeared in a transparent blue transmission. Maul snapped into an upright position in his chair. He bowed his head. "Master."
"Lord Maul I have another mission for you," Sidious paused. "Let us hope that the results will be far better than yesterday." His Master's harsh tone made Maul feel like a child. "Yes my Mater," Maul's voice was silky smooth, not betraying his feelings. "Go to Tattooine. Some Separatist leaders have taken shelter there after the Trade Federation ship was destroyed. Escort them to a separatist ship on the outer rim." "Yes Master…" Maul lowered his eyes. The transmission cut off.
Maul grit his teeth. That last mission caused the death of a separatist leader. An animal-like growl rose in his chest. How could he have been so blind to screw that task up!
The Zabrak's fist smashed into a wall panel in complete rage. He would never fail again.
He set the coordinates to Tattooine into the navigation computer and put the ship into lightspeed.
It would take 2 hours to get to Tattooine. Maul's mind was racing his rage was overflowing. There was no way he could sleep now.
He stood from the chair and stalked down the hall, his boots falling heavily on the metal floor. He stopped at the Jedi's cell and looked inside. Obi-Wan sat in the middle of the room meditating. His eyes were closed and he breathed evenly, concentrating his mind, letting the Force wash over him.
Maul's fingers swept over the keys and the force field deactivated. Once the force field was up once again the Sith slowly walked over to where the apprentice sat. He knelt down beside him and moved his lips close to Obi-Wan's ear.
"We have two hours before I have to leave," Maul paused when he felt Obi-Wan's concentration break slightly. "Can you think of anything we can do to pass the time?"
Maul's eyes narrowed when he heard Obi-Wan breath slightly faster. "Well?" Maul's hand slid into the fold of the Jedi's loose tunic, making it fall off one shoulder. The Zabrak felt Obi-Wan go faintly ridged when he began to caress the Jedi's exposed chest.
The Padawan's eyes fluttered open. "I—" Obi-Wan started "I want…" the need was unmistakable in the man's quivering voice.
Suddenly he swung his fist that hit into Maul's right cheek. Maul toppled over and hit the floor. Obi-Wan scrambled to his feet and kicked Maul while he was down. He had to get out. He wanted to kill Maul for everything he did to him. He didn't want these feeling his body craved. He wanted it to go away!
The Sith caught the Jedi's leg as he went to kick him again. A thin trickle of blood dripped from the Zabrak's mouth. "You'll regret that, Jedi," he snarled and his eyes flashed in anger.
Maul swept Obi-Wan's feet and sent the Jedi crashing to the floor. Maul was on top of Obi-Wan now. He held the Jedi's hands over his head with one hand, showing his dominance and strength.
"Stop! Stop please! I can't take it!" Obi-Wan began to weep uncontrollably. "Why do I want you to touch me? You're a monster! I hate you! I HATE YOU!" The Jedi struggled and thrashed to get out of Maul's hold.
"Shhh, my Jedi…" Maul's voice was oddly soothing. He licked Obi-Wan's tears from his face. "It's good that you hate me… It's good that you want me…" Maul's free hand roamed down to Obi-Wan's crotch and he began to skillfully stroke it.
"I will give you everything you could ever ask for," the Sith ran his hot tongue down Obi-Wan's neck.
The Jedi moaned unwillingly. He was fighting so hard to keep it back. Maul felt the conflict warring inside him.
Maul continued rub Obi-Wan's now hard member through his pants. Soon Obi-Wan's body was at the mercy of the Sith once again.
"I'm… ahh… about to…" the Padawan gasped. Suddenly Maul stopped and got off the Jedi.
"I'm going to be away. I don't know how long. Maybe a day or two," with that Maul walked out of the room.
Obi-Wan laid on the floor in utter confusion.
What was that?
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Maul stepped out of the room and felt Obi-Wan's confusion and lust come off him in waves.
Let's see how the Jedi will react when he sees me in a few days. He'll be begging me to touch him. Maul thought to himself.
Satisfied and feeling calmer, the Sith went to his room and stripped himself of his tunic. He set and alarm for the time of arrival to Tattooine and laid down to get a quick nap.
An image of Obi-Wan surfaced in his brain before he drifted to sleep.
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Hope you enjoyed it!
I know not a lot of slash in that one. I figured this could do with a plot and not have random slashy goodness all the time. I promise there'll be more in the next chapter! ^_^