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survivalthroughhate
"This is Maul. State your business."
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"This is Maul. State your business."
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"This is Maul. State your business."
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[He grumbles hotly. He totally is and just not willing to admit it. He wants to make a good impression, especially after Reaper had gotten him such a wonderful gift. Since when had he become so mushy? He used to be so much more ferocious.
He anxiously waits for Reaper's reaction and he can't quite tell if it was a good one or not. He hopes he finds them amusing and just a little bit morbid the same way Maul had when he found them in one of Deerington's more off-kilter shops.]
If only. Perhaps next year I can bring you a head on a pike instead.
[He comes forward, wrapping a hand around Reaper's neck, kissing him lightly on the mouth.]
I hope you still enjoy them even if they are not blood-filled.
(no subject)
[And that was endearing to see, since they often acted so confident to each other. Sometimes flashes of vulnerability showed through, and he had found that they had opened up a lot when stuck in the hotel.
Now that they were back in Deerington proper, they hadn't spent quite as much time together as before. They had habits which did take them away from each other, and with Maul's brother in the picture, he kept a bit more distance that he maybe should have.
He picked up a piece of chocolate, turning it over in his hands. One of the benefits of his natural cold was that chocolate didn't melt, and before he could take a bite, Maul was in his space and kissing him. He reached out with his free hand to catch Maul around the waist, holding the Zabrak close so he could lift some chocolate to Maul's lips.]
Hold it in your teeth.
[He waited and then leaned in to take part of it in his teeth but also allowed their lips to brush. There was a little wink that was designed to be charming and flirtatious. Then he took a bite and only then drew back, chewing thoughtfully.]
Good chocolate. Better shape to have them in.
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[Even if there was, did you really need to call him on it Reaper? He just wanted to make a good impression on his boyfriend. There were so many holidays to show one that they cared here in town. It could be a little nerve-wracking trying to keep up with them all.
He obediently holds the chocolate in his teeth when Reaper asks that he does and is rewarded with the nice sensation of feeling Reaper's lips brush his and the sensation of his beard scraping up against his face. Reaper didn't always engage in such blatant flirtatious behavior and Maul found that he really liked it.]
I thought so. What is the point of having food shaped like organs if they are not anatomically correct?
[He strokes the strands of Reaper's hair now that he's this close. What the note had read made something stir in his memories.]
I must ask you something.
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[He did because he knew he was someone who could get away poking a bit of fun with Maul. Often it resulted with good spontaneous passions and enjoyment between them. After all, he and Maul got along very well, but that didn't mean that they shouldn't challenge each other as well.
He definitely appreciated Maul playing along with him even if chocolate wasn't the Zabrak's choice for something to consume. He chewed the piece that he had taken off and made certain to remain close, just to enjoy that they could have this sort of intimacy.]
It's true. You'll have to tell me where you found them or how you made them.
[He tipped his head just a touch for those fingers in his hair. He raised an eyebrow and grunted softly, not certain where exactly a question could be. So many choices of topics it could be.]
(no subject)
I found them in a most curious shop. One of those strange ones that often seem to be a little to the left of center in the matter of being normal.
[But he was glad he'd discovered it so that he could find such a perfect gift for his boyfriend.
His voice speaks slowly as if he's still turning the matter over in his head.]
Many months ago, there was a witch who visited Deerington, turning people older or younger. She left me with this when I eventually got turned back.
[He shows off the tattoo on his arm, once black, which had gone permanently silvery-white after his misadventures at various ages.]
When I was in the form of a small boy, I met many others who had been transformed. I ended up figuring out who they all were once I was returned to my proper age. All but one. A boy I befriend, a little older than I was at the time, named Gabriel. Was that you?
[With the revelation of Reaper's real name, he'd been wondering. It was not a common name here in Deerington, not like the numerous Peters that resided in this own.]
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I think I know the one, but it would be good if you showed me at some point. [He smirked.] It doesn't seem like those roses lasted long in your house based on the sound of you chewing.
[He tipped his chin down so he could look at the scar, wondering about it. He had seen it and even stroked it with his fingers when they lay together after their trysts. Of course it would have been a witch, but the contrast looked good on Maul's skin.
He shifted a hand so he could rub his thumb over that scar himself, letting the smoothness of it glide under his calloused finger pad. Back and forth, back and forth even if the reason for the question was coming to light the longer that Maul spoke. So, he had figured it out, had he?
Slowly, his red eyes lifted from the scar he had been watching his thumb pass over to meet Maul's golden eyes. The corner of his lip twitched and he gave a very minimal shrug of one shoulder.
He remembered very well that time. It had been a breath of fresh air.]
It was. You were an adorable child, by the way.
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[Maul confirmed as he wrapped a hand around Reaper's waist, leaning as his other hand continued to play around with the strands of his hair. What could he say? Not having any meant Maul was a little fascinated by those that did.
He allowed the pleasure of having Reaper's rough fingers run across his skin, feeling his thumb move back and forth under the silvery-white tattoo on his lower left arm. It wasn't quite enough to get him to start purring but it was close. He figured he'd end up doing that soon enough by the end of the night.
Maul smiled as Reaper confirmed what he'd already thought.]
So were you. I really did enjoy your company even then when I was small.
[They had both still been innocent at such a time in their lives. It hadn't lasted long for Maul but sometimes he wished he could return to those days, back when he'd still been somewhat sweet and shy rather than hard and angry.
It did make him wonder what had happened in Reaper's life that could have gotten him from a vivacious ten year old to the way he was now, but he didn't feel like spoiling the mood by asking a question out loud that might make Reaper clam up.]
(no subject)
[And that was something he was going to have a repeat performance about. As much has he might have lingering doubts as he always did being a cautious man, he could admit that they seemed to muster up good holiday celebrations together somehow. Two for two wasn't anything to scoff at, given Maul didn't know most of their traditions and he didn't celebrate them before the Zabrak.
He nodded his head, tipping his head a little so some of his white hair fell forward against his forehead and cheek. He could freely admit that he had been positively fascinated by the little Zabrak, a person he had never seen before as a boy. He was mostly fearless back then, willing to try most things at least once and tended to charge in.]
I as well, Maul. Those were the innocent days, right? The worst we had to contend with was the ghost in your house from our protective blanket fort.
[Maul had been shy and frightened of some things, but the boy was infectious with all the tales of adventures that now were tinged with sadness. The things that master did to harden Maul up, and it was no wonder the Zabrak was so hard and cold at times. Yet, so many had found Maul's softer side.
His fingers snuck their way up the Zabrak's shirt to stroke over warm skin.]
As fun as those days as kids were, I do enjoy our time now just as much.
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[He would never turn down time spent with Reaper and even less so if he was being fed by the man. There was a good reason he liked to spend a day or two here at a time before he felt the need to have his own space again. It was pleasant to spend time with his boyfriend and it wasn’t just about the sex either. Laying there on the bed curled up just talking or eating food or walking Crouton were all the little things Maul appreciated so much about the relationship he’d ended up in.
The tickling sensation of Reaper’s white hair brings goosebumps up on Maul’s skin in a pleasant tingling sensation. He’s got no doubt that they’ll end up in bed once again tonight and he’s quite pleased at the thought. Sex was different for him but it could still be quite pleasurable.
The way he’d been as a child and as an adult were very different. His shy, soft, sweet nature had given way to anger with a hard nature designed to make sure no one could breach it and find any softness that might still lay below. It wasn’t until he’d come to Deerington that it had finally happened.
He sighed and groaned in pleasure as Reaper’s still cold fingers stroked his warm skin.]
Indeed. There’s quite a few things I enjoy doing these days with you that we weren’t able to do as children.
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[It never was just about the sex. He had forced them both to wait for that opportunity for a few months when they had gotten together, and he found that had allowed them to develop a stronger basis of their relationship to go off of. The Zabrak was one of the few people here he could have the kinds of conversations that others would back away from or feverishly try to insult his opinions. They were often on the same page due to their experience, which were by no means similar when it came to upbringing at least.
With Valentine's Day, they had a new opportunity to capitalize on being close with each other. It assured him that Maul wasn't about to up and wander off for greener pastures now that the brother was here in Deerington. With being calmed on that momentarily, he thought he was allowed to tease Maul with the brush of his hair and the slide of his hands further up the younger man's shirt. That tattooed skin was always attractive after all, and right there was one of the warmest spots. His skin greedily absorbed the heat and warmed itself.]
Tell me though, was that point there the first time that you had really played with other children?
[Gabriel as a child was often wild and confident, dragging other kids along in his wake. Maul had been shy and uncertain, the recent traumas of an abusive master making the boy quieter than what he knew of Maul now. They had had a lot of fun on their own, which honestly shouldn't have worked given their lack of parental supervision. He supposed that meant he had been raised well and Maul had an excellent gift for survival since there had been little, if any, parental guidance for the young Zabrak.
Still, he smirked at the comment and pressed Maul against the wall, crowding his lover with his body.]
Oh do tell? I imagine killing all the beasts in this place tops the list. Threatening people? [He leaned closer.] My making you squeal a little when orgasm? [There was literally no squealing, but he could tease.]
(no subject)
[Really, Reaper had been the one to make a lot of the first moves in this relationship, but Maul had always been the type to hesitate a little when it came to expressing his emotions. He'd never been in a real relationship before but he was certain Reaper had. They hadn't really talked about his past all that much but Maul was certain he'd had something long-term in his past.
His eyes lowered to the floor as he thought of those sad, lonely days when he'd been a child, longing for someone to connect with, something that had unfortunately never been fulfilled. He'd been so unhappy, even more than he'd ever realized at the time.]
Not since my master had taken me away from Dathomir. I was kept in a facility on Mustafar where only I and the caretaker droids resided.
[It had been a breath of fresh air for the timid young Zabrak to make such a bold, confident friend in the form of Gabriel. If only he'd had someone like that back in his own galaxy, he might have turned out alright, or at least better than he'd ended up, all sharp edges and with a cold pair of hearts.
Maul lowered his head, butting Reaper gently with his horns at the last teasing comment.]
I do not squeal, thank you very much. But your company whether young or old-- [Yep, he was gonna go there if Reaper was gonna tease him.] --is much appreciated.
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[After all, they did seem to go on hunts together more often than he did with other people lately. The movie had been a great first start for them, but they seemed to enjoy being outside and exploring while also testing their skills together. He could technically have that with anyone, but it was something he enjoyed the most with Maul.
And he expected that he would gradually relinquish some of his personal details over time. He was painfully private, though there were some secrets that would have to come out sooner than later or else he had learned it could be a real sticking point. Perhaps they could play a truth or dare game or that stupid 'never have I ever' game. The problem was he would only want Maul to know some of his secrets.
He made a soft 'ah' noise.]
Isolation is never a good place for a child. You were denied opportunities by that man which should never have come to pass. It's amazing you're as functional as you are.
[After all, Maul was rather social, no matter how much the Zabrak just plain yelled at people. He had found that Maul was definitely nosy, which was something he could appreciate.
His hand rose to stroke his fingers over the top of Maul's head as those horns knocked against him. He stroked around two of the horns at the back of Maul's head, humming in a knowing manner.]
I expect what I hear is the Zabrak equivalent of squealing. We can confirm this now that your brother is here, you know. I bet he would give up all the juicy gossip about you.....