Savage turned out to be a good cooker, much to Feral surprise. He did not remember teaching Savage how to cook. However, Feral felt like he could enjoy the food as same as enjoying the peaceful moment alone. The Nautolan siblings went to repair those canons with Savage after the meal. The ship then set to an autopilot mode.
Janeta told him to sleep. Today had been eventful enough for Feral. Half of him agreed, while the other half disagreed. He didn't feel like going back to Dathomir just yet. Nevertheless, sleepiness took over and Feral collapsed in one of the bed, drifting to a dreamless sleep in less than a minute.
Feral woke when he felt the ship slightly shook. Then he heard a loud crack, followed by Jaret's apologize. The Dathomirian Zabrak quickly sat up. He got out of the bed in time to see Jeret and Janeta walking his way. Both of them were talking about some mechanical things Feral did not understand.
"Oh, you are awake." Janeta smiled, ceasing the conversation about the engine immediately. She seemed to know that engineering only gave Feral a headache. "Do you want to come with me? I am going out to buy some stuffs. Savage has offered to stay here with Jaret and help him repair the ship."
"Is this Milora?" Feral asked, looking at the window. What he saw were spaceships everywhere. This place seemed to be a platform for ship landings.
"Yes." Janeta nodded. "The city was not far away. Do you want to come? I have a speeder." She winked, and Feral then remembered Jaret telling him how Janeta loved to drive her vehicle at its top speed through each streets at night.
"I would like to." Feral nodded. As he had no knowledge on spaceship and wasn't ready to stay near Savage, going with Janeta seemed to be a good idea. Also, he still needed time to gather himself before facing Savage again. "Let's go."
They walked out of the ship and Feral smelt the air. Milora was more humid than Dathomir or CX112. Savage and Jeret were already outside the ship, repairing the engines and the canons.
Jeret was under the ship with tools Feral did not know laying all around him. Near the male Nautolan, Savage was working on one of the canons. Feral tried not to look at Savage, but he still picked up that his brother was wearing only a sleeveless shirt, showing his masculine arms, and a dark pants. Feral had to say he found Savage very attractive like this.
And I definitely shouldn't be feeling like this. The smaller Zabrak thought, shaking his head before he head toward where Janeta was loading her speeder off the ship. The female Nautolan seemed to be very excited.
Janeta spent no time in loading the speeder off the ship. She looked very happy to go 'shopping' as she handed Feral a goggle. "Do you two want anything more than just usual stuff?" The female Nautolan asked, starting the engine. Feral hopped on behind her, hearing Savage and Jeret said that they're good. Janeta then sped off.
"What do we have to buy?" Feral asked when they were on the road toward the city. Milora was quite a crowded place, judging from people travelling around. There were many race Feral hadn't seen before. It was an amazing view for him, but he guessed Janeta had already seen all of them.
"Some food and some part of the engines." Janeta replied. "My brother and I have a habit of collecting scrap metals and parts of this or that, in case we have to use it. But it seems like they won't be enough. Sometimes specific parts weren't be found from old junk yards we come across."
"How long will we stay at Milora?" Feral asked as the city came to view. It's not so civilize, but sure to be very populated. Feral sighed, he really disliked crowded places.
"A day or two, up to how long we have to spend repairing the ship." Janeta shrugged. "But look on the bright side. This planet has a lot to see. The nature here is still young and pure. I have been here a long time ago, but I can still remember some of places worth traveling. I can show you while those two repair the ship."
"Oh, thank you." Feral smiled. "But it's alright. Your brother and Savage seem to need you more than me." He added, even when he wasn't willing to turn down Janeta's offer. Feral could use some trips away, just anything to stay away from Savage.
"If you say so," Janeta shrugged, slowed down as they approached the city gate. Feral looked at the big hulking Wookies who stood guard. They looked at Feral and Janeta. Seeing no threat; they let the female Nautolan and Feral got inside. Janeta immediately sped her speeder up after that.
"I hate to slow down." The Nautolan spoke. "But we need to, or those guards will start shooting." She sighed, as they made their way through the crowded streets Feral had ever seen. The Zabrak nodded, grabbing the female Nautolan's forearms a bit tighter.
They made it to the market in less than half an hour. Janeta did most of the buying and bargaining, Feral only helped her carrying everything. They bought food and other supplies, Janeta even tried to buy Feral new clothes, which Feral quickly turning down her offer. He wanted to buy them by himself.
After an hour of shopping, Janeta needed to buy an extra trailer to carry what they had brought.
"We are done here." Janeta said after she and Feral finished hooking the trailer to the speeder. "Are you sure you don't need new clothes? I think you can dress in something a bit more colourful, you're not a cleaner at that shitty bar anymore."
"No, I don't think I need any new clothes soon." Feral shook his head and climbed on the speeder. "Let's go back to the ship."
"If you say so," Janeta shrugged and the speeder sped off. "But I still argue!" She shouted as they sped through the crowd. All Feral could do was sighing desperately. Janeta could be very stubborn sometimes.
They got back to the ship in no time. Jeret was still at the same spot before they left. The male Nautolan looked a lot dirtier with grease and dust all over. Savage was not so different, but the Zabrak had clearly finished repairing most of the canon so far.
"These two also need help." Savage said as Janeta arrived, pointing toward two canons besides him. "I hope you got something for them."
"Let's see." Janeta dumped three large bags from the trailer. Without saying a word, Feral hurried down from the speeder to load the food into the ship. He was also looking for an excuse to not be with Savage anyway.
Janeta and Savage's voices faded as Feral was finally in the ship with bags in his hand. He put them down and sighed. He felt so uncomfortable being around Savage, especially with his brother covered in grease and dust, and still managed to look so sexy… so mind blowing.
Damn… this is unfair! Feral grunted as he stormed to the kitchen area and started putting new food into their places. Why he has to be…so irresistible. Just his eyes and I feel like I'm melting… He groaned and had to put his hands down on the counter to support himself. And then, as his crotch touched the metal counter, Feral realized that he was hard.
What in the… Feral gasped, stumbled backward and nearly fell down on his ass. He was having an erection, again.
"What in… why is this happening to me?" The male Zabrak whispered to himself, looking around to make sure that he was alone. And as he wished he could have some times to himself, the door slid opened.
Savage walked in, still dirty from repairing the canon. Feral gasped and quickly made his way to the bathroom. At least he could hide in there until Savage was gone. He didn't feel like masturbating when Savage was around. Death-Cheaters were known for their highly sensitive sense of everything, hearing, visual, smelling, you named it. Just thinking of Savage could sense his arousal immediately making the situation worse. Feral just hoped that his brother hasn't smelt him yet, he could not let another event like some hours ago in the storage room happen again.
However, before Feral could reach the bathroom, Savage stopped him.
The smaller Zabrak yelped as he was spun until he was facing Savage. His brother was having that predator look again. And it alarmed Feral. Half of him wanted to run, while the other half wanted to move closer to the larger male.
"You're…arousal." Savage said slowly, sniffing the air. "Do you need any… assistance?" He asked and Feral gulped, shaking his head frantically.
"No, I'm good." He replied, feeling his throat went dried as he spoke. "Really, I'm good. You can go back to your canon repairing. I'm okay."
"Feral, I'm force-sensitive. I can feel you arousal through the force, also by the scent." Savage said, sighing, before stepping forward with his hands still on Feral shoulder. This made feral immediately stepped backward. His brain was still shocked from what he had just known. Savage can sense my arousal through the Force? But he didn't get much chance to think about it more as Savage continued. "I remember mentioning to you that my instinct is calling for you. You only." Savage's voice was soft, as if he was afraid he might frighten Feral.
"I remember." Feral nodded, startled as he felt his back touched the wall. Savage had managed to back him against the wall, damn. "But I don't want to. I feel… it feels wrong. I've been looking after you… and then you said we are mates. And then I'm having this embarrassed arousal for no reason!" He grinded his teeth, reminding himself that shouting isn't going to help. However, Savage didn't make a move.
"It's typical." Savage said, gulping. He looked like he was sure of how he should talk about what he want Feral to know. "It's… it's a very typical symptom." So he left it like that.
"What symptom?" Feral demanded, already having a bad feeling about what Savage might say. It's obvious that Savage knew something he did not know. "Savage, tell me!" He bugged, and Savage gulped.
"Death-Cheaters are force-sensitive." Savage said carefully. "We can feel our mates, like I feel mine. We can control ourselves if we are rejected. However, your body could not."
"What?" Feral felt colours draining away from his face. "What did you mean?" He stuttered, already afraid of the answer. There was a story about the mate who rejected their Death-Cheater mate getting an unknown arousal from times to times. However, Feral just could not believe it to be true.
"Once recognizing the mate, both of our bodies will be getting ready for the mating part." Savage continued. "However, Death-Cheaters can control their… sexual desire, if needed to. But our mates cannot. So this is what you're experiencing, a sudden arousal and high level of sexual desire." He ended his sentence with concerned voice. Feral gulped, taking in what Savage had told him.
"So… unless we fuck… this sudden arousal is going to happen again and again?" The smaller Zabrak finally asked, feeling himself getting hard under that intense gaze. Savage just nodded and Feral felt like crying. This is so embarrassed!
"Damn… damn…shit…" Feral groaned, already feeling his legs tremble as the arousal he was having. If not for the wall behind him, and Savage's hands on his shoulder, Feral was sure he would already be on the floor.
"Savage… I'm not ready for this…" Feral almost cried, shaking his head. He wasn't able to look Savage in the eyes. "…please… I cannot…" The smaller Zabrak sobbed, covered his face with his hands. Normally Feral wasn't easy to break down, but with such situations going one and what he had just gone through in the past 48 hours, it's just too much.
"We don't have too." Savage whispered, stepped in closer and pulled Feral into a hug. He backed his brother against the wall, kept Feral trapped between his body and the solid surface behind. Feral tentatively hugged him back, moaning when his erection was rubbed.
"Relax." Savage whispered, one hand sneaked down to palm Feral though the fabric of his pants. His brother gasped and Savage kissed his temple softly, wanting to make Feral relax. "I will help get you off. Don't worry, we're not going to have sex." And then he sneaked his hand into Feral's pants.
Feral moaned and held on to Savage's board shoulders as the larger male gave him a handjob. It's both a pleasant and unpleasant experience. He was trapped between the larger body and the wall, with one of Savage's arms wrapped around his waist. One of Savage's hands was in his pants, jerking him off.
The smaller Zabrak buried his face into Savage's shoulder, trying to muffle his moan. He could feel his face heat up. Savage was humming a song in his ear, a song he didn't know. And then his brother was kissing his cheek. Feral gave a high pitch moan as Savage squeezed him, before pulling and slid his hands to stroke the base of Feral's cock. The smaller Zabrak didn't know how Savage manage to keep his claws away from his tender flesh, but he was glad Savage did.
"Savage… I…. I'm going to…" Feral whimpered as he felt his orgasm closing in. Savage growled in his ear before the hand was pulled out. Then Savage was on his knees, with his hands supporting Feral to stay up right. Feral moaned and immediately covered his hands with his mouth as Savage pulled his pants down.
This blowjob was as amazing as the first one Feral received from Savage. It made his need went away, but also leaving Feral felt light-headed and sleepy.
"You're alright?" Savage asked as he stood up, licking his lips clean of any fluid that might be. Feral gulped, looking away before his brain manage to cook up any dirty of him, Savage, and that talented tongue.
"I'm okay." Feral nodded, feeling both better and longing as Savage moved away. "Just a bit sleepy."
"Then sleep." Savage said bluntly, gesturing toward the bed. "We will be here for a couple of days. There are still canons to repair." He said in a matter-of-fact tone, and a genuine smile.
"Yeah, that seems to be a good idea." Feral nodded, walking toward the bed. In the corner of his eyes, he saw Savage walked toward the kitchen area and pulled out a bottle of energy drink from the cabinet. And as Feral laid down, Savage was beside him, pulling a blanket until it covered Feral's shoulders.
"This place is not that cold." The smaller Zabrak said, feeling strangely satisfied and comfortable to be taking care of by Savage. However, Savage just shrugged and placed a kiss on his forehead before heading out, leaving Feral with red face and many unsettled, and uncategorized feelings.
After making sure that Feral had gone to sleep, Savage let himself relaxed a bit. Jeret and Janeta were still outside, repairing the engine. Savage sighed before walking to the storage room. He made sure no one would be able to hear him before pulling a communication device out of his pants pocket.
'Savage'
"Brother" Savage nodded as the hologram appeared. Maul was standing with his hands crossed behind his back. "I've got my mate. We're on Milora. It will take us around 48 hours to make sure the ship is in good condition to travel."
'Good' Maul replied, his voice was still but there was a glitch in his eyes. 'How long until you reach Dathomir?'
"Might take us around 72 hours from Milora." Savage replied. He had to trade carefully. "My mate isn't… so sure about Dathomir. He is still... we are still getting to know each other." Savage hoped that Maul would be kind enough to not ask for more information.
'You still have two weeks.' Maul finally said, nodding. He suddenly looked preoccupied. 'Don't be late.' The former Sith Lord said before the communication was cut. Savage sighed, he still had around ten days to spend. However, that might be enough to at least make Feral totally relax to be around him.
So Savage decided to go outside. He felt through the Force that Feral was sleeping soundly. That's good.
Jeret and Janeta were taking on the engine as Savage went out. The Nautolan siblings were good engineers. Savage remembered Jeret mentioned to him that Janeta was a better pilot between the two, while Jeret was a better shooter and a also a better engineer.
"How is Feral?" Janeta asked as soon as Savage steeped out of the ship.
"He's sleeping." Savage replied. "And I think he need new clothes."
"That's the problem." Janeta sighed. "He won't let me buy it for him. He wants to buy for himself, and he still thinks that he isn't in need of new clothes." She almost pouted.
"I will try persuade him, when he wakes up." Savage nodded and walked to the canons that still needed more repair. He grabbed the tool and set to work. Of course they were in no hurry, but they also better prepare for anything. One thing he had learnt from travelling through space; Life is full of surprises.
Feral woke up sometimes later with the sound of someone cooking. He blinked and stretched. This was one of the most peaceful sleep he ever had.
As Feral climbed out of his bed, he saw Savage in the kitchen area. His brother had washed and changed into new clothes, which was not different much from the old one he wore while repairing those canons. Savage was cooking with his back toward Feral. However, the smaller Zabrak had a feeling that Savage already knew that he was up.
Feral decided to take a shower. He grabbed his back and walked to the bathroom. He hoped that the ship had a wash room, or at least a washing machine.
The smaller Zabrak almost felt a gaze on him as he entered the bathroom. This made him curious that Savage might have been staring at his ass all the time. Feral battled his thought away quickly, feeling his cheeks heated up. But to be honest, he might not mind having Savage staring, just might.
After a nice shower, Feral got out feeling fresh and alive. He hummed a lullaby from his childhood as he exited the bathroom. Savage was already setting the plates on the table. Jeret and Janeta just walked in, sniffing the air with huge smiles on their faces.
"Whoa, that looks delicious." Jeret said, smiling as he approached the table. Janeta batted his hands away before the male Nautolan picked the food up.
"Wash your hands first." Janeta said, rolling her eyes as she walked toward the sink. Jeret trailed behind her with a pout. That made Feral shook his head. Jeret could act like a kid sometimes, with Janeta acting as his mother.
"What are these?" Feral asked Savage as he walked toward the table. There was something that look like a soup, and some roasted meat. Also fruits and vegetables.
"I don't remember their name." Savage shrugged. "I just know what is edible, what is not. Those… friends in Corascant taught me how to cook all of this." He ended the sentence abruptly, and turned to head toward the bathroom.
"Corascant." Janeta sighed. "I'm kinda miss that planet."
"But we're not going back soon." Jeret said, washing his hands. "We don't know if those thugs are dead yet. We still don't want to pay our parent's debt."
After that they sat down to eat. Jeret announced that the engine should be ready by tomorrow evening. Savage said that the canons were nearly fixed, which he hoped to get it done before tomorrow's afternoon.
Janeta praised Savage's cooking, stating that this meal was the most delicious meal she had ever had, except for the meal her mother had cooked. Jeret then started telling the story about his and Janeta's childhoods. Feral smiled and laughed, relaxing to the Jeret's smooth voice and his story. From the corner of his eyes, Feral thought he almost saw Savage smile.
"What about you two?" Janeta asked after Jeret finished talking about how he and Janeta's first day to school. "How about your stories? I think my brother has annoyed you with his story long enough."
"Come on sis!" Jeret pouted but didn't disagree. He just turned to look at Feral and Savage too. "Yeah, how about you two? Anything excited?"
"Not much." Feral replied, looking at Savage to see the larger Zabrak looked back at him. From the look in Savage's eyes, his brother was not going to say a thing, probably. "I mean; Dathomir is a boring place, compares to CX112 and Milora. Our routines were the same every day. Waking up, eat, hunt, train, then eat, and go to sleep." He shrugged. "Until I…um… I accidently got out…yeah." He abruptly ended his story, still feeling too uncomfortable to say more. Jeret opened his mouth to ask, probably curious by Feral's abrupt end, but Savage choose that moment to speak.
"But there is one thing interesting about Dathomir." Savage said, smiling. "Our songs."
"Songs?" Janeta titled her head. "I've never heard that Dathomir is famous in arts. Don't get me wrong. I did not mean to offend you, just what I always heard about Dathomir are witches, and dominant females culture."
"It's alright." Savage chuckled. "We are never famous of our songs. There are clans all around Dathomir, the Singing Moutain Clan, the Red Hills Clan, for example. Each clans have their songs, but there is only one clan that give deep meaning to every songs. It's my clan, our clan."
Feral could feel Savage's eyes on him, hot and deep with feelings, as his brother finished the last sentence. But when he turned to look at Savage, his brother was looking at Jeret and Janeta.
"The Nightsisters Clan." Savage continued. "Our ancestors had invented the way to conjure a gift, or a curse, through the songs. So every songs we sing will have meanings, and even a feedback, if we're concentrate enough."
"So…" Jeret interrupted. He looked very excited at what Savage said. "You're saying that your songs are also spells?"
"Not totally." Savage smiled, nodded. "But if the singers know how to make what they sing become real, that's definitely a spell. I was taught about some of them when I was a child, in case the Nightsisters want us to help amplify their spells. And I still remember them even when we're changing into male-female equals."
"Whoaaaa… wait. Your clan is changing your culture?" Jeret was gaping right now. "Is that possible? No offense! I'm just curious."
"It's possible. My brother is now their leader." The larger Zabrak smiled. Feral could almost see proud and happiness in Savage's eyes. This made Feral inhale sharply, because seeing Savage so happy about their birthplace has Feral wanting to see Dathomir too.
"That's great!" Jeret grinned. "I guessed you're his sub-command, right hand guy… something like that, right?!"
"Right, if you put it that way." Savage shrugged, before Jeret started bombing him with tons of question about Dathomir culture and environment. It seemed that Jeret was really excited to go to Dathomir, so excited than Feral himself.
They talked about Dathomir for a while, before Jeret started telling them about the planets he and Janeta had visited. Feral listened with smile on his face, and didn't flinch when Savage touched their knees together under the table. Okay, he almost flinched, just almost. But having Savage near made him relax, so Feral did not say anything.
Janeta suggested they went to bed after an hour had passed. Savage offered to take the first shift. They still had to be careful. Janeta and Jeret both agreed before they both climbed onto their beds.
Feral didn't feel sleepy at all when the Nautolan siblings were asleep. Savage was outside, probably repairing the canons as Feral could hear the soft tinkering sound. He paced around the ship more, and in the end decided to head outside.
Savage was working on one of the canon as Feral had predicted. He trotted slowly toward Savage, unsure of why he suddenly felt like they should talk about something, anything.
"Can't sleep?" Savage suddenly asked, making Feral jumped. The smaller Zabrak sighed and walked closer to where Savage was hanging up-side down from the ship.
"Yeah, kind of. Maybe I have too much sleep." Feral shrugged, walking until he was under the canon Savage was repairing. "So I think… you might need a hand."
"It's good to have someone around." Savage replied, smiling. The light from light bulbs Savage glued to the area near the canon illuminated half of his face in strange blue artificial light. "Thank you."
"No need too." Feral sat down, watching Savage worked with a small circuit inside the canon. Engineering was probably not what Feral was good it. He was good with herbs. Feral had been considering becoming a medic, before all of this happened. Before Ventress visited their village.
As if sensing his thought, Savage spoke up. "You will probably get a chance to become one, Feral. Everything is going well." He said, jamming one wire with others, before switching to another circuit. "Or, if you want to, you can go study at the medical school in Corascant. I think I can manage to get you there." He winked.
"How?" Feral asked, slightly excited. "I… I think they forbid Maul and you from being anywhere besides the Outer Rim."
"I have a lot of trustful friends." Savage chuckled. "Not much very, but at least I think I know the one that can be trusted."
They stayed silent after that. Feral listening to Savage's light humming and gazing at the stars above. It was not as bright as in Dathomir, but at least he could still see some of them.
"What song is it?" Feral asked after Savage humming something that sounded so familiar to his ears. His brother stopped and Feral turned to see Savage unhooked himself from the ship, and landed perfectly on his feet.
"You remember it?" Savage asked, sitting down besides Feral. "It's a song about destiny. Do you remember the dance?"
"The dance?"
"The dance around a bonfire." Savage replied, standing up. He then held out his hands for Feral. "Come on, let's dance."
"What?" Feral giggled, but let Savage pulled him up nonetheless. As he stood up, Feral tried to dig up his memory about their childhood. Yeah, he remembered that dance around the bonfire. The Nightbrothers did it every time there was something to celebrate. Like new leaders, new members, for example.
"So," Feral asked as he stood up. "What are we celebrating?"
"Everything." Savage replied, grinning. "Everything that made we met each other again. I'm so glad to have you back, Feral." His voice dipped deep with emotions. It made Feral's heart fluttered. He could almost see the longing in Savage's eyes.
"Me too." So he replied just that, and they started dancing in circle around each other, humming the song. It's a song that talk about destiny, about the Force that sometimes ties such perfect partner together.
Feral felt himself became lighter and lighter as he sang quietly. The song and the dance had him felt light-headed and overwhelmed with such feeling he could not recognize. They warmed his heart, making him almost gasp when he saw Savage's eyes. Such a predatory sigh, but still in control. Savage looked like a real predator, dancing with him, singing their childhood song with him.
The song and rhythm were built up until they were at their peak. Feral felt something touching him inside. Not inside liked in his body, but inside like in his mind. Something warm and so full of emotions. His arms were moving by their own minds. Everything seemed to be blurry for a second as Feral felt his body moving without his commands. Then, Feral finding himself again in Savage's embrace.
"Savage…" Feral gasped, feeling Savage's hands on his back and his waist, supporting him. One of Feral's hands was on Savage's shoulder, the other one was placing on the larger male's forearm. He could feel his face heated up, could feel warmness radiated from the body in front of him.
"If you want to stop… we can stop." Savage whispered, his nose almost touched Feral's. Such proximity had Feral's mind swam confusedly in the mix of emotion inside him. However, he knew he did not want to stop.
"I don't… I don't want to stop." Feral whispered, tightened his hands on Savage. He could hear Savage rumbled deep in his throat, feeling the need to touch the other in some way more intimated.
So Feral just leaped up and let their lips touched.