NC-17 Bonus Scene for Wergeld
by jedimom
anotherjedimom@lycos.com

"You look younger than you did when we met--I feel like a cradle-robber."

"Sorry," grinned Maul in a voice that suggested precisely the opposite. "I was hospitalized for tests when I was ten. Bone scan, gene sequencing, checking for prions and retroviruses, everything they could think of. I figure that's probably when he took the cells to start the clone. Or clones. There's no telling how many more of me there are."

"Force. That makes you, what, about seventeen? You're a little shorter than you were."

"Yeah. I haven't quite finished growing yet." Maul smirked. "All the energy of youth and all the guile of experience."

"And all mine," said Obi-Wan, eyes glinting dangerously.

"Think you can keep up with me?"

"Or die trying." They stood up together, ignoring the noise of their chairs hitting the floor.

"Your place or mine?" purred Maul.

"Mine. It's closer," said Obi-Wan, barely keeping his voice steady. Maul threw the Jedi over his shoulder, sprinted down the corridor, Force-palmed the door open, threw Obi-Wan onto the bed and kicked the door shut behind them. Obi-Wan's pants were down around his knees before the door slammed shut, Maul's just seconds later. A few howling, bulkhead-rattling, sweat-drenched minutes later they lay stunned, panting, waiting for the trembling to stop.

Obi-Wan made an inarticulate noise of protest as Maul withdrew from him.

"I'm not going anywhere," said Maul. "I just want to look at you." He nudged Obi-Wan over to lie on his back and settled down beside him, propped on one elbow. He began tracing the Jedi's face with the tips of his fingers, gazing at him with complete attention, drinking in every nuance: the beads of sweat on his upper lip, the slight dampness of the hair at his temples. He noticed as if for the first time the minute variations of color in his lover's skin, from the nearly transparent delicacy of the eyelids to the hint of golden tan on the forehead and cheekbones. His touch was feather-light, reverent. Loving. Obi-Wan's eyes opened slowly and he smiled. Maul's heart skipped a beat.

"Khameir," murmured Obi-Wan. At the sound of his voice Maul seized him, kissed him urgently, then pulled back to look at him again.

"I'd forgotten how good you look. And sound," he said.

Obi-Wan studied Maul's face intently, reaching up to trace his left ear. "No studs," he commented. "And the tattoos are a little different." A flicker of some expression passed over his face, too quick to identify.

"What?" said Maul.

Obi-Wan hesitated. "I--it's nothing," he said. "It's just...hard to get used to. It bothers me a little."

"What?" Maul said, more insistently.

"I feel...disloyal. I loved you the way you were. But..."

"But you like this better?"

Obi-Wan blushed, looked away, and nodded. Maul caught the Jedi's chin in his hand, forcing him to meet his eyes. Their bright intensity took Obi-Wan's breath away. He swallowed hard.

"You're mine," said Maul. "You are not allowed to have second thoughts about that."

"Never," said Obi-Wan. He captured Maul's hand, closed his eyes, kissed the wrist, the palm, the thumb and the tip of each finger in turn.

//Look at me,// thought Maul.

"I will if you'll talk to me," said Obi-Wan. "I've missed hearing your voice."

"Sorry. I've gotten out of the habit. Want those boots off now?"

"Yours first." Obi-Wan slid off the bed and knelt to take off Maul's boots and pull his pants the rest of the way off, pausing to nibble the inside of his lover's knee. Maul growled, using the Force to unfasten the Jedi's belt and his hands to pull off his tunics, layer by layer. Obi-Wan's mouth crept a bit higher.

"Hey! When did you get this?" asked Maul. He had just peeled off Obi-Wan's undertunic to reveal a red-and-black tattoo around the Jedi's left wrist.

"Right after I saw you on Ereshkigal with my padawan braid on your wrist," said Obi-Wan, and continued kissing his way up Maul's leg, tickling Maul's balls with his hair. Maul stopped him and hauled him back onto the bed.

"Boots," he said firmly, and tugged Obi-Wan's boots off, along with his pants.

Obi-Wan slid Maul's t-shirt up to his armpits, licking and nipping at random spots on his abdomen and chest, then grabbed the back hem of the shirt and dragged it off over Maul's head. "Oops," he grinned, "I seem to have sliced your shirt to ribbons." He began tracing the bases of Maul's horns with his fingertips. Maul groaned. "I missed your horns," Obi-Wan said, pausing to lick the one on Maul's left temple. Maul writhed, wordlessly begging for more. Obi-Wan caressed the bases of the forehead-horns with his thumbs. Maul collapsed backward slowly, pulling Obi-Wan on top of him, sliding his hands down to knead the Jedi's ass. Obi-Wan knelt astride Maul's waist and bent forward to kiss him deeply, groaning into his mouth.

//More?// asked Maul.

//Pleeeease. Only use some lube. I'm sore.//

//I can fix that.// Maul called the lube from the nightstand into his hand and greased his fingers. He began circling Kenobi's anus gently. Obi-Wan moaned again at the sensation of the cool lube, then gasped as another sensation came into play: warm, tingling waves of the Force, healing, soothing, repairing stretched and chafed tissues. Maul slipped a finger into him and continued his ministrations. Obi-Wan held still as long as he could, which wasn't long. Maul applied lube to his cock and Obi-Wan guided it into position.

This time they both had enough control to make it last. Maul rested his fingertips on Obi-Wan's hips, running his thumbs down his lover's shaft in time with his slow descent as Obi-Wan impaled himself on Maul. Slowly, achingly slowly, they let the sensation build with each deep, deliberate thrust, with each slow, tantalizing withdrawal, higher and higher, till it was almost unbearable. Obi-Wan shivered, moaned, whimpered, and finally came hard, his head flung back, screaming his lover's name; the sound of his voice sent Maul over the edge too.

//I should have gotten you to teach me Force-healing sooner,// thought Maul a long time later. He fondled Obi-Wan's hair.

"Mmmm," said Obi-Wan. He was lying with his head pillowed on Maul's chest, eyes closed, smiling peacefully.

Maul laced his fingers through Obi-Wan's and brought the Jedi's hand up to his mouth, kissing it absently. //Think you can get used to this body?// he asked.

"With practice," murmured Obi-Wan. "Lots of practice. Think you can live with an old, fading lover?"

"Maybe," said Maul, finding his voice again. "After all, neither one of us is likely to die of old age, given the circumstances. We're lucky to have made it this far."

"True." Obi-Wan raised himself on one elbow, suddenly serious. "Have I ever thanked you for not killing yourself after that first month?"

"No. But you're welcome," said Maul. "Besides, that was the easy part."

"What was the hard part?"

"Walking away from you and leaving Coruscant. Thinking I'd never see you again. If you hadn't sent me your padawan braid, I might have taken a short walk out the airlock as soon as we got far enough away to keep you from feeling it." Maul's voice was matter-of-fact, but there was a telltale shimmer in his eyes.

"You could have left the galaxy and I still would have felt it." Obi-Wan was trembling with fatigue, but a wave of tenderness and desire quickened his pulse. He felt tears in his own eyes as he kissed and nuzzled Maul's neck, drinking in his lover's scent, feeling his own body stirring in response. "Khameir," he murmured. "My wild love. My bright falcon."

Maul grabbed Obi-Wan's hips, pulled him closer, and wrapped his legs around the Jedi's waist."Shut up and fuck me," he growled. //Keeper of my soul.//

END

(11/22/99)

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