📼 + Lucifer or Maul, you pick!
OOOO I HAVEN’T WRITTEN FOR MAUL IN A WHILE LETS DO THAT!!!
“Glory and gore go hand in hand
That's why we're making headlines (Oh! Oh!)
You could try and take us (oh-oh)
But victory's contagious…”
Oh how beautiful they looked.
The fight had been intense. Something Maul had considered himself more than capable of handling on his own at the beginning, pride welling into stubbornness when his protégé requested gently that they be able to accompany their master to the forefront of the battle only to be turned down with a gentle smile and stroke of their cheek. A soft ‘wait here, I won’t be long’ leaving his lips as they pressed their together in an unsure gaze.
Kai did not believe in easy victories within the galaxy. Maul was always happy to show them that it could be true.
Only this time it was not an easy victory. Maul had been attacked with more power than he had initially deemed the feeble troops of the warring side capable of. The wide open floors of the Mandalore council room was stained various shades of red as blood pooled out of wounds carved open by lightsabers and teeth, sometimes horns and claws if necessary from him.
An attack from behind had nearly pushed his fate down into the murky sea of red beneath him, joining the lines of those he had befallen, but the one foolish enough to try and make due of the situation was soon dispatched. Maul heard nothing but a frustrated cry, an angry snap, and the solid thud of a body falling to the floor. He turned only to see Kai there, eyes wide and feral with frustration, their face wrinkled in anger as blood dribbled down their cheek and soaked into their hands. The knife they held between one tight fist was shaking as they glared down at the body that had dared try to hurt him. That had dared try to take him away from them again.
They would not stand for losing Maul a second time. Never again.
That shade of red soaking into their skin made them look irresistible. As the two stood in the now silent hall, heavy breaths echoing between one another, Maul could not help but reach out in slow, careful movements. He pressed his palm to their cheek, using his thumb to wipe away at the thick blood coagulating upon their tanned skin. Kai did not flinch. They leaned into the touch with a gentle hum of approval, eyes fluttering closed as they reveled in the praise of their master once more.
He kissed them then. He tasted the blood on their lips and knew he would soon grow addicted to this flavor. To this high of victory with them at his side once more. Oh, the sweet flavors they would experience together in the thralls of battles like this. Oh, the perfection that would overtake it all so that they could have moments such as this.
Blood and victory were delicious. Even more so with his lover at his side.
