The first thing he felt was warmness. Feral stirred and cracked his eyes opened. The first thing he saw was whiteness. And then he realized he was lying on his side and facing white clean wall.

White Wall?

Feral frowned. He remembered that the wall of his room was grey not white. And the pillow wasn't this soft.

He turned his body slowly so he could sit up without feeling giddy. After he had properly sat up Feral looked around. He was in a bedroom, a very well decorated one.

Where?

Feral looked around and saw a symbol on a lamp on the nightstand near the bed. He remembered seeing this symbol on a building somewhere in this town. It was a symbol of a 4 stars hotel if he remembered it right.

"Why am I here?"

He looked around and froze when a familiar scent hit him, Savage's scent.

Savage brought him here? Is Savage here too?

He started to panic. And speak of a devil, the door slid opened and Savage walked in. His brother was in a loose long sleeve black shirt and black pants, bared feet.

"You're awake." Savage stated, his voice was low and calm. Feral felt his chest constricted, his vision started to get blurry. Panic had set in but he didn't know what to do or what he should do.

"Feral?"

Suddenly Savage's voice was so far away - as same as his vision. The panic set in but he could do nothing. Both flight and fight instincts fought each other while his brain tried to process what it should do. Feral felt his breathing got on an accelerated pace. And suddenly there were hands on both of his shoulders.

"Feral!"

His name was the last thing Feral had heard before darkness consumed his vision again.

Feral did not know how long he had been out. But when he woke up again he was on the same bed as before. The Zabrak looked around in panic but he saw no one coming. The scent was still there but Feral kept calm and got up. He had met Savage twice but he was still alive, maybe Savage didn't come here to kill him.

Feral looked around again before he saw a hologram message recorder on the nightstand near the light. With curiosity, he picked it up and pushed the bottom 'play'.

Savage's hologram appeared. His brother's posture looked calm but his face showed a bit of concern. And Feral had to restrain himself not to flinch when the hologram appeared.

'Hello brother, if you got this message it means that I'm not back yet. Please, I mean no harm to you. I come here because I have something to talk to you. Please don't go.'

The message ended there and Feral replayed it two times. He was thinking hard. Should he trust Savage?

In the end Feral decided that he would wait. If Savage wanted to kill him he could have done it two times by now. Maybe this Zabrak he once knew really meant him no harm.

Feral decided to get out of the bedroom and went explore the hotel room he was staying. It was a good room indeed. Outside of the bedroom was a living room with a long comfortable couch and a hologram television.

Feral was thinking about exploring the bathroom when he heard the door made a 'click' sound. And he turned in time to see Savage walked in with two brown bags.

Savage looked surprised to see that he was still here. Feral swore he felt like Savage suddenly smiled when their eyes met. Maybe Savage had expected him to be gone already after he woke up.

His younger brother was in front of him. Feral took a step back. He wasn't sure that should he approach Savage or not. So he decided to let Savage made the first move.

"You didn't go."

His brother stated, voice full of surprise and happiness. Feral gulped and nodded. His voice seemed to be temporary gone.

"Feral…" Savage tried to talk again. It seemed that his brother had lost his voice temporary too. But Savage was not the one who had a hard time expressing what he wanted to do without words.

Feral took another step back when Savage walked toward him but he couldn't back away further because he saw pain in Savage's eyes the minutes he moved. So Feral ended up standing there until Savage was standing in front of him. His brother was easily towering above him already. Savage's bright glowing yellow eyes with red rings at the outer rim of the pupil showed an emotion Feral wasn't sure he got it right. At first he thought it was love, but then how could Savage look at him like that? Feral was now useless for Savage.

Savage extended his arms toward his brother before the smaller Zabrak could back away. Feral opened his mouth, trying to make a sound or at least a screech or a whine to tell his brother he was afraid. He couldn't do both and froze in place when Savage's hand landed on his shoulder before the larger Zabrak pulled him into a hug.

The embrace was gentle but secured enough that Feral would not be able to get away. His brother tightened his embrace and Feral felt an unfamiliar relaxing warmness spread from his heart to every parts of his body. Savage's chin was on his shoulder before the nose moved to rest against his neck and inhaled. Feral gasp and yelped like a scared animal. And that made Savage immediately pulled away - like he was afraid he was going to hurt Feral. However, his hands were still on Feral's upper arms.

"Are you alright?" Savage asked, his face showed true concern "Did I hurt you?"

Feral shook his head. He did not know which question he was answering. But Savage took that he was answering all of his three questions.

"Feral, your voice, did I..?" his brother continued and then gasped. Feral shook his head again; he heard guiltiness in Savage's voice and could not stand it.

"No" Feral finally forced himself to choke the word out. He looked at Savage in the eyes and tried to continue. "I just can't talk much. It hurts. My throat hurts."

Savage looked at him and Feral looked back liked a scared animal praying that it won't be eaten. He wanted both to stay here and comfort Savage or just flee from this room right now.

"I'm so sorry brother." Savage finally whispered. He lowered his head until their foreheads touched. His eyes were glittered with guilt which made Feral's heart ached. The larger Zabrak breathed in Feral's scent before he continued with his apology again. This time his voice held such a deep emotion. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay." Feral whispered back. He did not intend to whisper but he just could not talk louder. Some parts of him still told Feral to just flee but he decided against them. This was Savage; and he was sad. Feral had to comfort his brother. "It's okay Savage, really."

"No, it's not." But Savage shook his head and pulled away violently, telling him he didn't believe what Feral said.

The smaller Zabrak nearly stumbled forward. Fear gripped his heart but Feral kept his calm. He watched Savage paced back and forth in front of him. His heart ached for the missing warmness from his brother's body. But he did not make a move to touch Savage. He was too afraid to touch his brother.

"I choked you Feral. I know I had; and I almost killed you. I deprived you of your voice and nearly of your life." Savage said and it snapped Feral out of his thought. His brother's voice was hard and so were his eyes. "That's entirely not okay. I'm a monster."

Feral gulped. But he knew Savage wasn't blaming him. Savage was blaming himself.

It had been like this since Savage reached his puberty. If something wrong happened with him or Feral, Savage always blamed himself. And Feral did not like this habit at all. He hated to see Savage blaming everything on himself like this. It always made him angry.

"You are my brother." Feral immediately worked up his courage and shook his head. His brotherly instinct kicked in and his anger of his inability to comfort Savage suddenly subdued all his fear. He could not stand watching or listening Savage suffered for the actions he didn't intend to make. He knew Savage was not himself when the Nightsisters ordered his brother to kill him. He saw they did the dark ritual and knew that right now Savage wasn't under any spell. Savage who he was talking to now was himself, not a puppet of the Nightsisters.

"Feral?" Savage blinked, "but I…"

"No, stop speaking and listen." Feral decided to shut Savage up before his brother could finish the sentence. He had had enough of this. "You were brainwashed when you choked me. It's okay Savage. You are not a monster. You are my brother."

"You're not upset with me?" Savage titled his head a bit before he asked, a habit he still had since he was a child. A habit that always had Feral smiling and it's also a habit that Savage will show when he was with Feral only.

"I'm not." Feral smiled, hoping that Savage will believe him. "Believe me I'm not upset or anything."

Savage looked at him and Feral looked back. It took a while before Savage opened his mouth again. And Feral hoped that Savage would stop blaming everything on himself already.

"I'm… I'm so sorry." But in the end Savage shook his head and walked away from Feral. He almost kicked the chair while making his way to the other side of the room.

"And I accept your apology." Feral titled his head and followed Savage to where he sat down on the cough. Savage looked at him. Bright glowing yellow eyes met warm pale yellow eyes. And Feral had no intention to look away.

"Okay," his brother finally nodded ", okay"

"Good," Feral nodded and sat down beside his brother. His fear suddenly disappeared. And it's good to be sitting side by side again. He just realized how much he missed Savage. Feral then asked "now tell me Savage, why are you here?"

"It's a long story." Savage sighed. He looked unsure to continue but did it nevertheless. "To cut it short, I came here because of you."

"Me?" Feral titled his head. His heart fluttered with a strange feeling he couldn't identify. But it made he felt warm and… loved. "You know I'm still alive?"

"No," his younger brother shook his head "I did not know. I've gone through a lot of …adventures, both enjoyable and not so enjoyable. I had found Maul. He is also our brother. Mother gave him to the Sith to keep him away from the Nightsisters."

"Another brother?" Feral immediately smiled. He always loved to know someone new, especially his brothers. "Really? That's great."

"Yes," Savage nodded before decided to go straight to the point. "But Maul and I are Death-Cheaters. And I came here because I've sensed a mate."

Feral gasped at Savage's word. He had heard about Death-Cheaters from the tribe's tale. But Feral had half believed of it to be true. By the way, the name 'Maul' brought some memory back to him even when he was still beaming at the thought that they had one more family member that was still alive.

"Wait, Maul? You mean Darth Maul, that fearsome Sith lord?" Feral asked "Is he a Sith lord? And you two are Death-Cheaters?"

"Yes" his brother nodded and Feral gasped. "But don't worry. We're not going to do any Sith Business anytime soon. And yes, I'm a Death-Cheater."

"That's…amazing." Feral was gaping now. His brain was trying to process all the information he just had got. "I've two Death-Cheaters as brothers. And what did you say about coming here? To find a…?"

"I am here because of my mate." Savage replied, his eyes looked at Feral carefully. "I've sensed my mate."

"Oh," Feral recalled his memory about Death-Cheater the old told him and tried to block Darth Maul's story away for now. And his eyes started to glitter with excitement again when he thought of having his family extended. So Feral continued quickly. "So you sensed a mate and you came to find her. Hmm, I see. Have you found her yet?"

"Yes" Savage nodded and continued softly. His eyes held a lot of emotions that Feral still didn't see. "And it's 'him'."

"Male couple? No problem with me." His smaller brother smiled, patting him on his shoulder. "The pregnancy might be a bit difficult for your mate but don't worry, I know you two are going to make it..."

"Feral," Savage decided to interrupt, "It's you."

"I will give you my blessing in your wed-… what?" Feral's eyes widened when he heard Savage's words "wait, did you just say it's me?"

"Yes" Savage nodded again. His eyes did not leave Feral as he spoke "I sensed a mate. And it's you."

"But…" Feral gapped "…that's impossible. I'm you brother."

"Not by genetics." Savage smiled softly, holding one of Feral's hands in his. "Death-Cheaters are mutant. We did have the same mother but our genes have nothing like each other's. In biology's view, there is no wrong for us to mate. Our genetics aren't the same since the start."

"But how will others think?" Feral asked, "won't they think it's awkward or… disgusting?"

"Death-Cheaters are the highest species in Dathomir and Iridonia." Savage answered, keeping his voice calm and unhurried. "By the way, there're a lot of species that mate with the same sex and provide healthy children. You don't have to worry about this subject."

"But it still feels… wrong." Feral replied, he hated to sound so timid but he couldn't help it. Savage was persisting and he didn't know what to do. He wasn't ready for this. Just having Savage here and didn't want to kill him had already given him a headache. He hid his face in his hands, prayed that Savage wouldn't get angry and decided to kill him instead.

"It's okay, you don't have to agree right away," then came a soft reply and a hand squeezing his shoulder lightly. Feral put his hands down and looked at Savage. His brother was looking at him with such passion and love in his eyes that it nearly made Feral blushed. And he knew Savage saw it because his brother gave him a knowing smile.

"I won't force you to do anything you don't want to. We can still be brothers and lived like ones." Savage continued. His voice was measured and soft. And feral wondered when Savage learnt to be this gentle and delicate. "But remember, I cannot changed a mate once I've sensed mine."

Feral gulped at Savage's last sentenced and nodded. At least his brother wasn't going to force him and they could still be brothers, for now.

They talked about how they've been doing. Feral didn't have much to tell but he enjoyed listening to Savage's story. And he couldn't resist the urge to caress Savage's arm after his brother told it was once cut off.

"It's okay. I'm not in pain." And Savage had to reassure him at some point that he was really okay. He just finished the part when Yoda put an end of Sidious and saw that his brother was sad. "I've fully recovered. All wounds were healed."

"I cannot imagine what you've been through for all this time." Feral said. And he was sad without a reason, just knowing what Savage had gone through. "You've been through so much."

"Don't be sad," come Savage's hand, titled his face a bit so they're looking at each other eyes to eyes. "I've also done a lot of terrible things. It's okay now. Everything is over. Now I'm focusing on Dathomir. We're going to make a better place for our people."

"Tell me more about Dathomir."

Feral said and Savage happily obliged. He told Feral about the fights for power and how Maul became the leader of the clan with him as his second in command. He told Feral about how their village had changed, how they expanded the fortress. Maul wasn't traditional, even for a Nightbrother who spent most of his life far away from his homeland, but he put up with some of the tradition well. And the end of the slavery was the biggest change Savage could hope for. Feral was gasping and gaping when Savage told him that now the Nightsisters and the Nightbrothers were equal.

They talked for more than three hours before Feral decided that he had to prepare for tomorrow. And Savage decided to pout like a child when Feral said he had to go.

"Come on, don't do that." Feral chuckled when he said Savage acting like he was five years old. "I still have work to do. I can't just disappear."

"Fine," Savage sighed, watching Feral getting up with sadness in his eyes. Feral knew his brother was 100% disagreed with him but just didn't say it right away. And instead of persisting, Savage asked Feral another question, "But how long have you planned to work here?"

"I… don't know." Feral gulped. His voice told Savage that he was unsure. "I really haven't planned anything. I just… work. I really don't have thought about anything else."

"So…?" Savage crooked his head aside, still looking at Feral. "Will you consider quitting any time soon?"

"I…" Feral was stunned and tensed up by that question. He looked really unsure and uncomfortable. "…I'm not sure. I need time to think."

"Okay," his brother sighed and stated. "But everyone Nightbrothers wants to see you again. You're one of the Nightbrothers we love most."

"I don't know Savage," Feral shook his head, stepping away from his brother. He blushed a little at Savage's statement but still managed to talked with his voice firm. "I really need time. I've died once and I don't know will it's going to be the same."

"Alright, alright." Savage showed both of his hands as to say that he would not push this matter further. "But I will still visit you tomorrow. And I will take you back to your place tonight."

"Okay," Feral nodded, knowing that there was no way he could change Savage's mind. And they walked side by side to Feral's place. Savage didn't follow him inside though, just bid him goodnight in front of the building before he walked back to his place.

"This is too much." Feral said when he was lone. He locked the door and dropped down on his bed, still processing what he had just known.

But after spent twenty minutes brooding on his latest memory, Feral decided to drop it all and went to bed. He still had a job to do tomorrow and he also might have to talk to his boss. No one might not notice his absent last night but if his boss did, they're going to have a long talk.

However, Feral couldn't believe his luck when he arrived at his work place in the afternoon. The only people who noticed his absence were the Nautolans.

"There you are," Jaret called him when Feral walked into the hall. "Where have you been last night? Why didn't you come to have a drink with us after work? I remember promising you a drink!"

"I forgot, sorry." Feral immediately lied. He trusted Jaret and Janeta, but not enough to tell them everything.

"Hmmm, that's fine. Everyone will be super exhausted if they have to scrub Rakza's floor clean." Janeta winked at him. "I've heard other cleaners talked about this and expressed how happy they're to not be that unlucky. Well, did he soaked his own floor that bad?"

"Pretty bad," Feral smirked, relieved that the both Jaret and Janeta seemed to believe his lie. "But there's nothing I couldn't handle. How was last night by the way? I don't remember anything much besides scrubbing the floor and squeezing through people. Did our special dancers impress Atmoss?"

"They did." Jaret answered with a smug grin on his face. "I think he came in his pants once when one of the Twi'lek special dancers had her ass pressed to his crotched and did her job to gain his attention…"

"And credits," Janeta interrupted with a smirk, "and they succeeded."

"Well, judging from their clothes, it's quit an easy win." Jaret shrugged with a smirk. "Those dudes get erections since they saw these dancers stepped out in their slutty outfit. All they have to do is anything seductive and arousal, and cleavages always work. And even I got erection sometimes after watching them. Luckily I haven't come in my pants yet."

"I can image that." Feral nodded. He had witnessed those special dancers made some people came from their lap dances. But they didn't seem to mind having their clothes ruined as long as their customers tipped them well. And guess who was so unlucky to have to clean their ruined clothes sometimes? Feral.

"By the way," Janeta continued and that snapped Feral out of his thought. "Tonight Atmoss will be here again. Our dancers were doing a great job last night and he was very pleased with us. He even took two dancers back to his quarter last night."

"Then this place is going to be too crowded again?" Feral stated, already feeling bad about tonight's job. He didn't like squeezing himself through drunken people. When people were drunk they knew nothing about where they were and what they were doing. And they always made problems if the security guards of the pubs didn't throw them outside quick enough.

"Probably," Jaret gave him an understanding look. More people also meant more works for Jaret and Janeta. "He love crowds. That bastard needs attentions all the time."

They continued their conversation a little bit more before Feral decided that it's a time to get change. So he went to the staff room and put on his apron. There were still dishes to clean and tables to wipe.

The time went by and Feral made sure that he would be less preoccupied as possible. How could he not be preoccupied? Last night was so… intense. Feral didn't know what he really should do. Should he go back to Dathomir with Savage? Will Dathomir welcome him back? What will the other Nightbrothers thought of him? And above all, Savage said he was his own blood-related brother's mate. Will Savage be patient enough to not violate him when the time comes? He really didn't know. He didn't even know who to trust.

He was all alone.

"Hey!"

Then someone snapped his fingers in front of Feral's eyes. And that brought the Zabrak back to reality. He turned to that person and was relieved that it's just Jaret. If it's Rakza who found him in this state, he would be scolded and others would know that he had been preoccupied. He didn't fear of being scolded or others knew he was preoccupied, Feral feared that they would know something was wrong with him. He had never preoccupied while working before. And someone might remembered that he wasn't seen much last night.

"Jaret?"

Feral titled his head, tried to look normal. His friend looked concern.

"Are you okay?" Jaret asked, frowning "You dipped your hands in the sink for 5 minutes without doing any washing. Do you need a break? I can kick other cleaners' asses to do the washing for you. They have been taken advantage of you for so long."

"I'm okay, just a bit sleepy." Feral offered his friend a smile. "I'm really okay. It won't happen again."

"I disagree." Jeret rolled his eyes and pulled Feral out of the kitchen. He dragged Feral to the staff room and set the Zabrak on the bench before walking to the other cleaners who were still sleeping. And the Nautolan literally kicked their asses and told them to go to work. And he kicked their asses again when those cleaner were still rubbing the sleepiness out of their eyes.

After taken care of those cleaners, Jaret went to sit with Feral who was both impressed and concerned.

"You really don't have to do that." Feral said softly, "But thanks anyway."

"You're welcomed." Jaret smiled, "I've been annoyed by their laziness for so long, even before you're here. This should teach them a lesson."

"I hope so," Feral nodded and closed his eyes. He felt so peaceful, sitting like this with a friend who might can be trusted.

Jaret didn't go out of the room. He sat with Feral. Both of them said nothing. And Feral wondered about Jaret's personal life. He was curious that did Jaret and Janeta had lovers or not. Feral only met them at work. By the way, if Jaret had a lover, he might be able to give Feral some advices.

"Jaret," so he decided to ask. "May I ask you something?"

"Go on," came a soft reply. And Jaret turned to look at him. Feral gulped but he had decided that he would ask, so he would ask.

"Do you have a lover? Girlfriend? Boyfriend?" He asked, trying to sound casual not timid. "I think I'm going to need relationship advices."

"I once had," came a casual reply. Feral titled his head as to ask for more explanation and Jeret continued. "When I was younger, I did have a girlfriend. But we broke up when Janeta and I decided to come here. Well, I haven't told you this but actually Janeta and I came here to escape from our creditor on Corascant. It's not our debt though, it's our parents'. They died before they could make enough money to pay, so Janeta and I decided to flee before they realise our parents had children. Sometimes I missed Corascant a bit though, Janeta was still just a teenager when we left."

"I've never been to Corascant." Feral mused, "Hope I might have a chance to go there some days."

"You will be impressed by just the size of it." Jaret smiled before he went back to the first topic. "Back to the main story, what make you need a relationship advices? Have you met someone you like?"

"Not quite," Feral sighed, trying not to be uncomfortable by Jaret's excitement. "I've met someone from my… past. We have both… good relationship and bad relationship. And he… he just said he had a feeling for me. What should I do?"

"Oh, interesting." Jaret nodded before continued. "But first, do you have a feeling for him? If you have, give him a chance. If you don't, you have to tell him that you don't."

Feral was stunned by Jaret's question. He hadn't thought about this before. Did he had a feeling for Savage? No way, Savage was his own brother. There was no way he's going to have a romance relationship with him.

But there was still times that Savage made his heart beat fast and him blushing without reasons. Likes when they practice the combat together and had their bodies pressed hard when Savage or him managed to tackle each other down. Or when they went to the hot spring to relax their muscles after training and Feral couldn't help blushing when he saw how well Savage's body was built. But all of that events Feral blamed the work of their energetic activities earlier that had their heart pumped hard.

However, did he have feelings for Savage or not? Feral still couldn't tell.

"That's also the problem." Feral replied. He hated to sound so unsure but that's how he really felt. He couldn't tell Jaret everything but still managed to tell Jaret as much as he could about his situation. "He makes me happy but sometimes he also makes me feel unstable, unbalanced."

"I don't like those feelings." Feral continued, his gaze travelling along the lockers in front of him. However, all he saw was Savage. "I'm happy when I spend times with him but sometimes I feel uncomfortable all the same." He finished and turned to look at Jaret as to ask his opinion.

"That's hard to tell," Jaret nodded. "But you might want to give him and yourself a chance. Let he courts you for a while, and you will know if you two are meant to be or not."

"I'm not sure." Feral gulped. He was blushing right now, thinking of Savage courting him. He hadn't witnessed such act before because the Nightbrothers were born to serve Nightsisters and died. He didn't even know if Savage knew about courting or he would have an instinct for that. "In Dathomir, my home planet, we do not court."

"Oh, I see." Jaret suddenly understood. Feral had told him about the Dathomirian's culture which had really nothing near the word 'romance'. "Well, um… it's even harder now. Damn, I don't know Feral. But if he makes you happy I think you should give him a chance. Let he takes care of you or just spend times with him more. Things might be clearer after that."

"I see, thanks." Feral nodded. He felt a bit better about Savage. However, Jaret didn't know all of the story and he might be wrong. Feral felt like trusting his instinct but that might not be enough.

"Oh, so this is where you two have been."

The door to the Staff room was suddenly opened and Janeta peeked in before she went in and close the door.

"What have I miss?" the female Nautolan asked and walked to sit with them. Feral opened his mouth to answer but Jaret was quicker.

"I was giving him a relationship advice." Jaret winked with a grin and it even made Feral blushed harder. "Feral has met someone who had a crush on him. But Feral isn't sure that should he move on with this guy or not."

"Wow," Janeta was immediately interested. And Feral sworn her eyes were glittering like a teenager. "So how is he? What race is he? Will you be a dom or a sub?"

"He's a Dathomirian Zabrak like me… wait, what? What did you mean by 'dom' and 'sub'?" Feral replied before he abruptly stopped and turned to look at Janeta who was still smiling.

"You know," she giggled, "who will get to do the female part while having sex and who will get the male part? Or you two will switch after each rounds?"

"Wo, wo, stop right there sister." Jaret laughed while Feral blushed so red it's nearly in the same shade of human's blood. "They're not going that far. Feral is still unsure should he goes on a date with this guy. But if you let me guess, I think Feral is going to be a sub, no offends here."

"Come on," Feral whined and hid his face in his hands while the Nautolans laughed and tried to reassure him that everything is going to be okay. Janeta even told him about her lovers in the past, how she met them and how it broke her heart when she had to leave Corascant. But she got over it after times had passed. And Right now she was dating another male Nautolan who worked in a hotel not so far away from the pub.

They went out of the Staff room before it's the time their boss arrived. Feral felt a bit better but he was still not sure about Savage. Maybe after tonight he might be able to create a solution for his situation. Right now he had to get ready for tonight.

It turned out that tonight was even more crowded than yesterday. And Feral didn't like it at all. He hated to squeeze through people to collect glasses and wiped the table clean for the new customer. More people meant more works with the same payment. But complaining wasn't going to get his work done, so Feral had to put up with it.

"Atmoss is here."

Mina, a pink Twi'lek waitress whispered to him when Feral got out of the kitchen. She was one of the friendliest waitress of this pub.

"Umm hmmm," Feral nodded, having no interest in Atmoss. He was thinking about the best route to get himself to the other side of the hall where it had a customer waving for cleaners. "So?"

"Today he wants a VIP room with a whole bunch of the special dancers." Mina giggled, "Do you think how 'dirty' their clothes will become after tonight? I still remember how drunken Atmoss had a habit of throwing any liquids at women to get a clear view of their shapes last night. And those are such a great liquid, such a waste."

"Just hope they don't throw their dirty clothes to me. Just scrubbing the floor is already a pain in an ass." Feral murmured for only himself to hear before he excused Mina and made himself to the other side of the hall.

After Feral finished collecting a dozen of empty glasses he turned to take it to the kitchen. The Zabrak hoped that tonight the dishwashers would be going their job properly, or he would be spending the night and the dawn washing dirty glasses and plates.

He was half way to the kitchen when he spotted Savage, sitting in the corner with a hood covered his head. His brother nodded at him but didn't do anything else. Feral gulped and quickly made his way to the kitchen before he hurried out and walked to where Savage was.

"Why are you here?"

Feral immediately asked when he reached Savage's table, pretended to be wiping the table while Savage looked at him with calm and calculating eyes. This made Feral felt bad a bit. It's usually him to have a calmer look not Savage. And yet it's still him who panicked not Savage.

"I come to see you." Savage replied with a soft yet measured voice. "And I see that you're doing well."

"I've been here for months, or years." Feral shrugged. He felt like Savage was here to check on him, to make sure he was okay. And it strangely made him felt happy. "At first it isn't easy though."

"I understand." Savage replied. Something flicked in his eyes, might be a memory. "My first time outside Dathomir was hard too."

"Don't talk about it here." Feral whispered, gathered Savage's empty mug and prepared to leave. However, he couldn't help but wonder how Savage could drink alcohol this much without being drunk. Maybe it has something to do with being a Death-Cheater. So he decided in the last second to whisper, "My shift ended at 3AM."

"I can wait." Savage grinned at him, a predatory grin which made Feral felt shivers ran down his spine. He thought he saw cockiness when he looked in his brother's glowing eyes. And Savage stared back which much more heat and emotions. Feral thought he saw a shadow lurking behind Savage's eyes, a shadow of a predator. And he snapped out of his thought when Savage continued with a low voice like he was purring.

"By the way, this pub has interested me." His brother said, still grinning. And Feral abruptly stepped back. He suddenly felt unstable again. But he wasn't going to let Savage knew. He didn't want to be seen as weak.

"Whatever," Feral murmured and left. He didn't want to think how this pub interested Savage. But he did think about it eventually.

'Maybe it's because of those sexy costume the waitresses and the dancers have to wear?' He thought and unconsciously frowned. 'No, it could not be. Savage said that he wants me as his mate…'

'Wait…'

And Feral nearly dropped the plate and the mug he was carrying when he immediately realized something.

'Am I jealous?'

And then he was blushing so hard that could put a tomato to shame.