October 26th- "Seduction" for the @sithobiwanevent
Mini-fic connected to this piece under the Read More tag! I had so much fun with this prompt, hehehe
Maul walked down the neon-lit streets of Coruscant, out of the Jedi Temple. The mission he just finished had been hard, but successful.
His clone commander offered to take him out in celebration, but Maul turned him down. He wasn’t the social type; he preferred to do things on his own terms.
Besides, he felt…it, again.
“It” was a presence that had been following him like a shadow for the past few years.
It felt like fire and ice at once; cool, prickly fury mixed with a warm affection. At least, that was what the Force told him.
“It” never hurt him. In fact, it was often a comfort when he felt completely alone in the world, whether that was in the Temple, out in the street, or off-world. When he was sorrowful, overwhelmed, or angry, it was nearby like a cold pillow on a hot night. But it felt stronger than usual today, like it was about to smother him.
Therefore, he couldn’t risk anyone else getting in the way. Today was the day he would find the source.
He walked down the street, keeping his sixth sense open and his eyes over his shoulder. There were so many people here; any one of them could be the source of the Force presence. Frustrated, he grumbled to himself as he walked towards no destination in particular. But then, he remembered that the presence only made itself known when he was alone.
He chided himself. Was he really about to put himself in danger for the sake of his curiosity?
This is stupid. He was a Jedi. If anything came at him, he was more than certain that he could win in a fight.
While he thought, his feet took him down the back streets, towards a part of town that he knew would have no one in it at this time of night. He got there, found an open alleyway and walked in. And he waited.
He felt the presence, but couldn’t see anyone. Of course. He’d never seen the source of the presence, so it was unlikely that they would simply reveal themselves immediately.
He grit his teeth and gathered up his courage.
“Come out. I know you’re there.” he said, trying to hide the slight shake in his voice.
There was no answer. Until there was.
“You’re calling for me? What a surprise.” said an elegant, icy voice.
Maul spun around, and his hearts dropped in his chest. He recognized the face that appeared before him immediately.
Ten years ago on Naboo, his master was killed by none other than the man before him. He was older now, had grown out a beard and his hair, but otherwise looked exactly the same. His yellow eyes glowed faintly in the darkness, silhouette outlined by the multicolored lights around him. Maul didn’t know his name, but he did know him, and always would. It was impossible to forget the one who stole your loved ones.
Despite this, he radiated the exact same presence. That same Force signature he felt when he was alone in the Jedi Temple in the middle of the night. Now, instead of it being a background hum, it wrapped around his mind and threatened to crush him with its force.
Somehow, it was still comforting.
“You…” Maul started.
The man interrupted.
“Don’t you know it’s dangerous to walk alone at night? You could get hurt.” he said with an outpouring of protective affection, and walked closer.
Maul instinctively backed away, towards an alley.
“Why? But you- I killed you. I thought-”
His eyes darted to the man’s right arm and leg. They were advanced prosthetics now, but made almost no noise as he strode forward. Maul had cut those off. He remembered pushing this man down the reactor shaft, so why was he alive? Why was he here?
Maul made a soft grunt when he turned and his back hit the wall. The man came closer to him, and leaned over; their height difference becoming apparent.
“Your questions have easy answers.” he said, though Maul had asked no questions. It was like he knew what he was thinking.
He opened his prosthetic hand, and took Maul’s hand in it; a gesture of reverence.
Maul flinched at how cold the metal was, but did not pull away.
“The simple answer is that you killed me, and I came back.” he said, lacing his fingers with Maul’s. “I’ve been obsessed with you ever since you cut me down on Naboo. You’re the only person who has ever defeated me, undone me. I should hate you for it, but instead I find you… fascinating.”
Maul swallowed thickly, his hearts pounding in his chest. He’d never had anyone be interested in him before, not to this degree. It was intoxicating, and it drew him closer.
His mouth moved, looking for words to say. They came out jumbled and choppy.
“So all this time. When I was alone, and I was sad, and I felt a presence. That- that was you?”
The man raised his prosthetic arm, and pinned Maul’s arm against the wall.
Without thinking, Maul wrapped his fingers around the metallic ones, to ground himself.
The man leaned closer, his warm breath brushing Maul’s lips.
“Does that disturb you, my dear?”
Maul stared up into glowing, yellow eyes. It was very strange. Though this whole situation should scare him, Maul found himself incredibly calmed, almost hypnotized by the man in front of him. He didn’t want him to go.
“No.” he replied, and meant it.
“I’m glad.”
Before he knew it, Maul was kissing him. He lost himself in the moment of finally coming face-to-face with the presence that, in some way, kept him sane for the past few years.
But, when the man pulled away, Maul looked at his face again and remembered who he was looking at. This was his master’s murderer. And yet despite himself, he couldn’t pull away.
“This… this is wrong.” he said, his sense finally coming back to him.
He shouldn’t feel safe around this man. He should run. He should pull out his lightsaber and finish the job he started years ago. So why? Why didn’t he pull away?
“Is it, now?” he replied, conversationally.
“Of course it is. You killed my master. I shouldn’t be here, I shouldn’t be doing this.” he said.
I shouldn’t want this. He thought.
“And yet, here you are.” he said, with a light chuckle. His breath tickled, and his beard brushed against his cheek.
Maul found himself kissing him again. One hand was pinned to the wall, but the other grabbed at the bow on his back, pushing him closer. Force, what was wrong with him?
The kiss ended too soon. His master’s murderer pushed away from him, ever so gently, and looked into his eyes.
“Come away with me, Maul. I could teach you so much.”
Maul swallowed and nodded his head.
At this point, it wasn’t even a question.
He took his hand, and pushed down his own self-loathing for saying ‘yes.’
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