Feral groaned and leaned his back on the wall nearby after he finished putting every dishes in the dishwasher. To his delight the machine was working properly today. That was good.

Feral then thought back about his brother. Savage had made his face blushed uncontrollably again. This was not good at all. Really not good.

"Feral! Are you there?"

Suddenly, one of the cleaner called him. And the Zabrak jerked awake from his thought.

"Yes?" he called out, "I'm here."

"Good," his co-worker went in, " wants you to the VIP room No.22 now. He said he wanted you to clean some stuffs."

"Okay," Feral nodded and walked out of the room. He had a bad feeling about going to the VIP zone but he brushed it off. The worst thing that could happen was him got scolded or sort of. He could handle it, he's sure.

However, Feral didn't know how wrong he was this time.

The VIP room Rakza wanted him was the room Atmoss had occupied. It's the largest room with small dance floor and poles. Feral went in and was greeted with a bunch of special dancers giggled and dancing around Atmoss who was sholding credits in his hands.

"At the corner," Rakza pushed him from behind and Feral immediately walked to the corner of the room where many empty bottles were placed. Feral nodded and quickly walked to the corner. He collected all of the bottle and went out as soon as possible without knowing that Atmoss had his eyes on his ass all the time.

Feral carried the bottle out of the VIP zone and sighed. He had a chance to see Atmoss clearly for a bit and he could tell that this man had him felt shivers ran down his spine. He was a man Feral definitely wouldn't want to associate with.

After taking care of those bottle, Feral went on with his chores. He collected bottles, glasses and wiped the tables clean. Everything went on as every previous nights, but Feral sensed that something bad might happen, something very bad.

"Knock it off," he said to himself after feeling another shiver ran down his spine. His instinct was jabbing at him to run – to flight. "Pull yourself together, it's only three hours before I'm free. Nothing is going to happen."

Except that something did happen.

"Feral!"

"Hmm?" Feral pulled himself from the pile of dirty dishes he was loading into a washing machine. Rakza called for him again, and he wondered if he was going to get scold. Feral quickly went through all he had done after stepping out of Rakza's sight. Well, he did not find that he did anything wrong. Rakza probably just had more jobs for him.

Rakza was waiting for him out of the kitchen with someone Feral didn't think would have anything to do with him. The Fondarian was with Mr. Ravenna, husband of Madame Ravenna and the owner of this pub.

"How can I help you sir?" Feral asked as he used his apron to clean his hands. Mr. Ravenna looked at him with calculating eyes before he turned to Rakza.

"Is this the one he wants?" The Zeltron asked Rakza with interested voice, and it made Feral felt bad. "Of all dancers and waitresses, he wants a cleaner?"

"He said he wanted to try something new sir," Rakza shrugged, "and he said exactly that he wanted a male Zabrak who went to collect the bottles an hour ago. He even stated that our dancers are too weak for his liking sometimes."

Feral felt cold all over, he knew this was not good at all. He could swear he saw Rakza smirked at him.

"Alright, at least we get pay," Mr. Ravenna finally shrugged before he turned back Feral, "go get change. You will go with Master Atmoss tonight."

"Atmoss?" Feral was shocked. Fear surged through him, he knew what did this mean. If someone had to go with Atmoss after he spent his hours drinking and consuming alcohols, it meant that the criminal also wanted a fuck after a drink.

"Yes, and hurry up," Rakza snarled, "Atmoss will be leaving this place in ten minutes and he hated to wait. Go get change and wait there. Oh, and when you're with Atmoss, don't forget to address him as 'master', if you want to get back here with your limbs intact."

Feral gulped but he nodded and moved out of the kitchen. His heart was beating as if it wouldn't have a chance to beat this fast again. Cold sweat was all over his palms but he didn't care. He had to do something, and quick.

Savage felt unease, like there was something he should do. Something was jabbing at him, to get up and find Feral. He felt like he needed to get Feral out of this place, and he had to do it now.

He felt as if Feral was in danger, a great danger.

"Calm yourself," he heard himself murmured, "It's three hours before his shift ends. Be patient."

However, as Savage felt himself calmed down, there was a female Nautolan walking toward him. Savage remembered that she was one of the bartenders. Her face screamed troubles.

"Hi there," she said when she reached his table, proceeded to place a glass down from the plate she was carrying. "Feral said you required a bartender to serve the drink yourself. By the way, he said he couldn't make it tonight. Atmoss required his… assistance."

Savage felt his heart dropped and his anger rising. He knew the true meaning behind the female Nautolan's words.

"Hey," the female Nautolan continued and Savage snapped his attention back to her, "Feral said you're a friend. He said you can be trusted. So, I want you to know that my brother and I are going after him. With or without you, we will go get him from that bastard and get out of this hell-hole planet."

Savage titled his head. He sensed no lie from this Nautolan. She was saying the truth.

"I want to know your name, and your brother's name." He said, standing up and finishing the glass she brought to him. After that he dropped a credit on the table and started walking. The Female Nautolan followed him. No one paid any attentions to them.

"Janeta," she replied, followed him out of the pub, "My brother's name is Jaret. He is following Atmoss right now. My transportation is near."

"Lead the way," Savage replied and the Nautolan started running. He could tell she was strong and wouldn't have a problem in a fight. So Savage focused on what he would do once they reached Atmoss's place. Surely he didn't want any attention to himself, but with Feral involved he didn't care.

His heart beat fast. Savage could feel his anger, along with blood-lust emotion surfacing. Zabrak were territorial by nature, especially in Death-Cheaters.

Savage snarled at his thought of Atmoss touching Feral in any ways possible. And if that bastard did touch Feral, Savage was going to make him regret.

Feral did not know why he sent his message to Savage. He was lucky that Jaret was in the locker room when he got there to get change. He told Jaret Atmoss required his assistance and Jaret immediately understood. The male Nautolan said he wouldn't allow that but Feral shut him up quickly before the Nautolan had a chance to finish his first sentence.

He remembered telling Jaret there was nothing the male Nautolan could do about this. No one should messed with Atmoss, for their own safety. Then he asked his friend to tell Savage not to wait for him. He didn't really tell Jaret who Savage was, just pointed him the table Savage was sitting and went to get change.

Feral hoped Jaret wouldn't do anything stupid. He also hoped that Savage wouldn't go after him.

The transportation stopped and Feral gulped. Besides him were Atmoss' minions, guarding him through the ride while Atmoss was in the front transportation, talking to his second in command and laughing.

The place they stopped at was one of the most luxurious and expensive hotel. Of course there was no way Atmoss would take him to his base. The Fondarian wasn't that stupid. He was one of the rulers of this planet but he also had a lot of enemies. Revealing where he lived is a suicide decision.

The guard nudged for him to get out and Feral did as he was told. Atmoss was walking in front, chatting with his minions while Feral walked behind, scared and uncomfortable. He wished this would be quick, or he would feel like it was quick.

'Hope he wants just a quick fuck,' Feral thought, knew that he was scared of what Atmoss was planning. By the way, Feral was still a virgin – presumed dead before he had a chance to have a lover. Of course he knew the basic knowledge about sex but that didn't help calm his nerve. Male Zabrak wasn't design to take a cock, except for after they accept to mate with Death Cheaters, and he doubted Atmoss would care about preparation.

"Don't be scare," Atmoss suddenly turned to him, like he suddenly felt fear radiated from Feral. "I will be gentle, but you seem to be stronger than those dancers. You're a male after all, can take more punches than them right?"

The guards around them laughed and Feral felt himself getting paler and paler. Of course he was strong compared to the galaxy's average. However, Fondarian and Zabrak were races that were always above average when it came to physical strength.

The guard pushed him to continue walking and Feral could do nothing against them. He followed Atmoss to the elevator and felt himself tremble slightly. He was afraid and there was no way out.

The elevator gave a soft 'ding' when they arrived at the floor Atmoss' room was, which was the highest floor of the building. Feral followed the Fondarian quietly to the room at the end of the passage. The guard pushed the door open and went in to check for any unwanted interloper before letting them in and went out to stay guard in front of the door.

Feral looked around the room. It was huge and fabulously decorated. There was a large bed at the end of the room, surrounded by glass walls on three side so the guests would have a nice view of the city while coupling. What scared him more were sex toys lying in the large luxurious glass box at the end of the bed, along with whips and ropes.

"Okay, before we start…", despite Feral's distressed stage, Atmoss walked toward the mini bar in the nearby corner, "do you want a drink?"

"No, thank you," Feral replied, gulped and stepped away from Atmoss to the other side of the room. He wanted to put as much distance between them as possible.

"Hmm," Atmoss shrugged and went on with his drink before he turned to Feral to speak something when a knight hit him between his eyes.

Feral jumped and about to shout in shock, but someone's hand, a large hand that felt familiar, covered his mouth and pulled him to lean flat against a broad chest.

"Shh," then came a low voice Feral felt him to be too familiar with, "the purpose of using a knight is that it makes no sound. Please don't waste my effort by screaming."

"Savage?" Feral whispered against the large gloved palm. He then be abruptly turned to face the other Zabrak. It was really his brother, with a knife in his other hand.

"Yes," Savage nodded before he walked to retrieve his knight from Atmoss' head. "This hotel is good at everything, despite for the windows. They're too easy to crack open."

"Windows?" Feral turned to see that behind him were larges windows covered by curtains that hung from the ceiling to the floor. "But how did you get in here? This is like, the 30th floor! Or the 40th?"

"Easy," Savage shrugged, grinning, "I climbed."

"Are you crazy?" Feral was gaping right now. His brother instinct [or what Savage had called a 'mother hen' instinct] immediately kicked in. "What if you fell? What if your grip…"

"Shhh, no need to be a mother hen right now Feral," Savage cut him off softly with a chuckle while looting what he could loot from Atmoss. "The Nautolan siblings are waiting. We shouldn't let them wait."

"Nautolan siblings… Jaret and Jabeta?" Feral felt his jaw his the floor, not literally of course. "But I told them not to follow me."

"You should have learnt by now that we could think by ourselves, brother." Savage shook his head and took a step forward so Feral and he were face to face. The larger Zabrak grabbed Feral's hands and laid them on his shoulders gently while he kept talking. "And we want to save you. Now, hold tight."

"What are you…" Feral opened his mouth to ask. However, he didn't have a chance to finish as Savage grabbed his waist with one hand, cradled his head with the other one, and jumped out of the opened window behind the curtain.

Feral's surprised scream was muffled by Savage as the hand cradled his head pushed his face to rest against the broad shoulder. The smaller Zabrak felt himself being manhandled before they landed softly on the roof of the nearby building. Right now Savage was carrying him bridal style.

"Now, it will be some time before they know Atmoss is dead." Savage said, walked leisurely with Feral in his arms. "That room is sound-proved so the guests can enjoy their activities without disturbing other guests. The guards wouldn't suspect at the lack of noises. We will be long gone before they even know."

"Gone?" Feral asked, puzzled, "but go where? And put me down! I can walk."

"You don't have to," Savage shrugged, "I'm about to run, just want to have a nice conversation with you first. By the way, I want to show you Dathomir, but we could stop at any planets you want to visit first."

Feral opened his mouth to protest that he didn't want to go back to Dathomir, but Savage started running and Feral could do nothing but clinging on his brother as the larger Zabrak made various jumps and turns.

Savage stopped when they're at one of ordinary crowded streets of the city. Feral saw two speeders parking nearby, Jaret and Janeta were on them.

"Damn, you are really on time." Jaret said as he saw them. "Ten minutes and fifty seconds, damn Savage, you rock."

"Thank you," Savage chuckled, letting Feral down to stand on his own before walking to Janeta. "We should be hurry."

"Right," Janeta nodded and kicked the engines to life before taking off with Savage sitting behind her. The two disappeared into the crowd before Feral had a chance to ask what's going on.

"Hop on Feral," Jaret called him, a smile on his face, "I will take you back to get your things. We're leaving this filthy planet."

"To where?" Feral asked, but hopped on nonetheless. "And why you do this Jaret? Those pirates will be after you too."

"I'm not scare of them," Jaret shrugged, "Janeta and I were bounty hunters after we fled Coruscant. After our journeys after journeys of reckless adventures we decided to lay low. However, it seems that the fate is calling us back to those journey again. And your brother is one of the most skilful bounty hunter I have ever met."

"Right, too skilful for his own good." Feral murmured as they drove through the crowd, "and where are we going?"

"To grab your things," Jaret replied, "Janeta is on her way to grab our and Savage's things. Janeta and I made sure to put what we need in bags and ready for a sudden relocating. After that we all will be at the ship in no time."

Feral had a few things he needed. The credits he had owned, his clothes, medicines and a sketchbook he used to doodle when he had nothing to do. After that they're off to the Nautolan's ship.

The Nautolan's ship turned out to be a dust colour Luxury 3000 Space Yacht. Janeta and Savage were already there when Feral and Jaret arrived.

"Come on guys," Janeta called them, Feral sensed joy and excitement in her voice. She seemed to be very happy despite that they're fleeing from a 'going to be very pissed Crime Syndicate'. "Let's go! I can't wait to leave this shitty planet."

"Yup," Jaret laughed as he and Feral climbed up the ladder which folded back after they're on the ship. Despite the dusty look it had, Feral had to say that inside the ship was well arranged. There was a restroom near the storage at the back of the ship. Bunk beds were not far away, hidden between large lockers. The large round table was registered in the middle of the room, glued to the floor with chairs around it. Small kitchen took up one corner of the room.

"Feel free to choose the bed," Jaret said to him as he followed Janeta to the cockpit. "But I would recommend you to take the seat first. We're going to take off."

There were seats hanging from the wall near the door Feral went in with seatbelts. However, Feral decided to follow the Nautolan siblings to the cockpit instead. He hadn't been conscious on the space ship before, he wanted to know how this metal vehicle work.

Janeta and Jaret were already in their pilot seats as Feral went in. He watched the two Nautolan worked with all the buttons and mused quietly to himself about how the ship work.

The take-off was smooth despite how the ship was so dirty on the outside. Feral clung to the back of Jaret's chair, watching the city looked smaller and smaller from the dusty window. The view was magnificent for Feral who hadn't seen the view above any cities before, nor the space.

'Savage must had been through many journeys,' he mused in his mind as he watched the city disappeared as they reached the clouds in the sky. 'He must has seen many amazing views. By the way, where is he?'

"Guys?" Feral immediately asked as he realized he hadn't seen Savage since he stepped his feet on the ship. "Where is Savage?"

"He is in the back room, the storage." Janeta answered, switched the thruster to increase its power. "I mentioned about the canons which aren't fixed since we arrived to CX112. Savage thinks he can do something about it, so I sent him to find what he has to use in the storage."

"Shit, what a shame I forget about them. Pirates will choose us blind if we meet one." Jaret sighed, looked slightly embarrassed. The Nautolan was going to scold himself more when Feral interrupted.

"I think I will be in the storage room then," Feral said, "Maybe Savage could use some hands."

"Alright," Janeta nodded, "but tell him we will stop at Milora in a few hours. We can't repair every parts of the canon in space."

"Got it," Feral replied and walked out of the cockpit. The automatic door made a soft click as it closed behind him.

However, when he was alone Feral felt so exposed and unease. He didn't know what made he said he wanted to help Savage, he should just kept his mouth shut and stayed with Jaret and Janeta. He could handle being in the same room as Savage, but being in the same tight room in a spaceship with Savage and no ways to escape was another story.

"Pull yourself together," Feral murmured, feeling his heart rate kicked up immediately. "Calm down, you can do this. Think about when we're still on Dathomir, helping the elders repair those houses."

The memory helped him a bit as Feral thought of how he and Savage used to going to the storage together to get what others needed to repair the houses after the storm. It was a nice memory and nearly had Feral smile.

After calming himself down, Feral walked straight to the storage and took a deep breath while the automatic door slid open.

Dimmed lights illuminated the room from the ceiling. Feral let his eyes got used to the dark while he listened to the door slid shut and tried to make out the silhouettes of many shelves and boxes in the room. He hadn't seen Savage but his instinct told him the larger Zabrak was in here.

Despite calling for Savage, Feral decided to explore the room. He didn't feel like meeting Savage right now. Of course he came here to help Savage but he supposed he could still spent some times to himself first.

Feral walked from shelf to shelf, exploring the boxes and chests. Janeta and Jaret did keep many materials and tools here.

Suddenly, the ship jerked and made a sudden turned to the left. Feral yelped in surprised as he stumbled forward and lost his balance. However, before he his body hit the cold floor, a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him back. And Feral yelped again when he found himself pressed flat against a person behind him.

"Are you alright?"

Soft low voice asked and Feral gulped. He knew the person behind him was Savage.

"I'm okay, thank you." he managed to say, pulling himself away from his brother and Savage let him go without any protest.

'Sorry guys, a problem with the engine. Think we have to repair more than the canons when we reach Milora.'

Janeta's voice came through the intercom with a hint of apology.

"Milora?" Savage said, stroking his chin. "It's a good choice."

"Janeta said we will reach there in a few hours." Feral said, trying to look relaxed and at ease. Savage eyed him but let he continued nevertheless. "She mentioned the canons needs to be repaired. I come here to see if you need a hand."

"Hm, well, I can use a hand or two." Savage replied with a chuckled before he walked to the left. "Come, we still have more things to find before we can repair those canons."

Feral followed Savage deeper into the storage. His brother shoed him what he had already found and told Feral what he needed the smaller Zabrak to find. After that Feral walked to do his task in peace, knowing that he didn't have to stay close to Savage all the time.

The smaller Zabrak felt his shoulders relaxed as explored the boxes, checking if there was anything Savage wanted.

As time went by, the pile of stuffs in the middle of the storage room grew larger and larger as Savage and Feral kept putting things in.

Feral was happy with his task; it's easy and simple. However, he couldn't stop thinking about Savage as he continued to tell himself to stop thinking.

Savage had grown so much. He was stronger, looked more mature and wild. His brother was perfect, every female Dathomirians would want him. Damn, he could feel himself get jealous already…

Wait…. He is jealous?

'No, that's impossible.' Feral thought, roaming through boxes after boxes. 'Even when he said he want to mate me… no no…this cannot be. I can't, we can't do this. We are brothers.'

His mind seemed to not agree much to his brain though. Because after that Feral mind was filled with images of what Savage would look like if he was shirtless, and then what he himself would look like when he mate with Savage.

Feral groaned but he couldn't stop himself. After a while he started to feel, weird. He felt hot and cold all over his body, especially cold in his arms and legs but his chest and stomach felt hot. They kept getting hotter while his limbs started to feel numb and his pants started to be too tight for him.

"What happen to me?" Feral gasped softly as he out his hand on his chest to stop the slight shaking. He could still stand and function but this was not good.

"You're arousal, I guess." Soft voice answered from behind and Feral turned to see Savage standing behind him. It made Feral jumped and dropped a metal pipe he was holding. Savage was behind him, yellow-red eyes glowing under the dim light while shadows covered half of his face.

"I…" Feral gulped, shaking his head as he whispered back. His voice just suddenly disappeared. "I'm not."

"Yes, you are." Savage said, taking a step forward and Feral backed up immediately. "Let me help you."

"No! I can take care of myself." Feral shook his head, blushed controllably while stepping back without knowing that he was walking into a trap. "You… Savage, I know how to take care of myself. I've… masturbated… before…"

"Let me help you, it will be over quicker." Savage insisted with much softer and gentler voice. He stepped closer and feral felt himself backed up against the wall. Savage was just inches away from him, towering and him.

"Savage…" Feral felt himself pledging, which he not sure if he was asking for Savage to go away or to hurry up. "Savage…I…"

"Shh, it's going to be okay." Savage whispered as he pulled Feral forward, so the smaller Zabrak had his face rested against Savage's shoulder. His hand sneaked down to palm the bulge between Feral's legs which was hidden behind his long shirt.

Feral bit his lip, stopping the moan from coming out as he felt heat surged through him. His limbs felt numb as Savage used his free hand to put Feral's arm on his shoulder before hold him still by his hip.

Savage continued with his palming, careful to not put too much pressure. He could feel Feral rapid heart-beat and muffled moans. Could say that they made him hard as well. However, Savage ignored his own arousal and continued to palm Feral through his pants. He felt his brother turned stiffen before a hand tugged weakly at his forearm.

"Savage stop," Feral said, panting. "I'm going to come. I don't want…"

"That could be arrange." Savage shrugged and dropped down to his knee, causing Feral to double forward if not for the hand on his hip. The smaller Zabrak yelped in surprised as Savage quickly pulled his pants down. Cold air touched his now sensitive skin, made him shiver.

"Sa…" Feral opened his mouth to ask what Savage was planning to do when his arching cock was suddenly engulfed by hot wetness. Feral moaned, almost sounding tearful, and tried to hold on to anything he could grab as his knees buckled. If not for the hand holding his hip, he might have fallen down already.

One hand in his mouth to muffle the scream and one hand hold on to the shelf on his left, Feral looked down and what he saw made his eyes widened. Savage was between his head, sucking his cock with one hand on his hip to hold him still while the other caressed his inner thigh and then moved to squeeze his ass – which made Feral shook and yelped in surprise.

Sharp teeth and canines grazing his cock softly and Feral knew he was going to be [or already be] a moaning and squirming mess if Savage kept going like this.

However, Feral didn't last that long for found out if he turned out to be that or not as Savage suddenly spread his ass cheeks apart. Cold air made him jerked and then two finger immediately gave him a hard massaged at the puckered rim of Feral's hole. And Feral came with a muffled scream.

For Feral, anything after that happened in a blur picture while he tried to catch his breath. He felt himself being placed down on the floor. Savage was gone for seconds before coming back with a wet cloth to clean his thigh. Feral remembered swatting Savage's hand away after he deemed himself clean enough and pulled his pants up. Savage helped him stand up and backed away, like he wasn't sure if Feral was mad or not.

"Savage," Feral growled once he could stand properly by himself, "don't do that again."

"But you seem to enjoy it," Savage said and smirked. "Am I good, Feral?"

"Shut up," Feral growled with blushing face and walked away from his brother. He heard a chuckle and then Savage was beside him, walking with him to the pile of stuffs in the middle of the room. His hands held empty boxes.

"Let's pack them up," Savage said, gesturing to the direction they're going and acted as if what just happened was just a dream. "Then I will cook you something to eat and let's go to bed. There are still hours before we arrive at Milora."

"I can take care of myself." Feral muttered but followed Savage to the pile of tools nevertheless. Inside him, warmness was spreading, warmness Feral couldn't figure out where it came from.

However, this time he didn't feel uncomfortable to be around Savage. That might be a good sign after all.