I Always Knew We Were Doomed
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When your day off is interrupted by your partner in crime who would rather bleed out on bathroom floor than come to you from help, how do you get your frustrations out? A fight to the death should do the trick.
cw. inappropriate use of a blowtorch, NOT IN THAT WAY, minor character death, that's not how the force works, cage fights, force healing, jealous Darth Maul, Darth Maul redemption, showering together, blood and gore, not super bad but also it's a little bad, hurt/comfort, confessions, kinda, no use of i love you but we get PRETTY close, character development, finally, force choking, enemies to whatever the hell you two have going on, Darth Maul speaks Mando'a, GN!Reader, Jedi!Reader, post-order 66
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an. This is absolutely the most self indulgent one I've written so far. On the bright side with the new Maul episodes I finally feel confident enough to write about his backstory!!! HE NOW HAS FOUR DIFFERENT BACK STORIES. Which means I get to combine all of my favorite bits into one!! Yay!!
Yeah I gotta level with you at this point you should read the other parts of the series before reading this one there's character development in this one that will have little to no pay off if you dont know what these freaks are going through together
Going to the laundromat was always an interesting experience. Neither you or Maul had much in the terms of clothes, so your trips were usually short but you enjoyed them all the same. It was fun to people watch and eavesdrop on conversations between strangers that you'd likely never see again. Here look between the sounds of washers tumbling and the scent of detergent, you could pretend for an hour or so that everything was normal again.
You fell into the routine almost naturally now. It was an unspoken chore that the two of you traded off on. Today it was your turn for simple house keeping-or really ship keeping-and his turn to go find whatever constituted as the local guild of this place and collect more bounties for the two of you to follow after.
You were eagerly listening in to a Trandoshan's story about a cheating boyfriend when something rough grazed the underside of your palm. Frowning, you looked down at the fabric of the shirt and recognized it to be Maul's by both the cut and color of it alone. He didn't own anything that wasn't black.
There was a clear stain darkening the already dark fabric along the side of the shirt. Curiously, you took it over to one of the sinks near the back and ran water over it, trying to identify what it was. Slowly, the walls of the sink started to become tinted with a reddish hue.
It was blood.
Panic grew inside of you nearly too quickly for you to school your expression. Lightsabers instantly cauterized any wound that they made, so the chances of this being the blood from one of your past quarries were slim to none. Had Maul been hurt? You tried to think on if his behavior in the past few days had been any different but nothing appeared out of sorts in your memory.
All chances of a mindless chore day were gone now as you rushed back to your pile of clothes and shoved them all in the washer. As you waited anxiously, chagrined at how idly the clothes spun, you realized that the Trandoshan and her friend had left. Which meant that there would be no conclusion to her previous gossip. You sighed and leaned your head back. It was going to be a long day.
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The ship was quiet when you returned but you could still sense him, even if his signature was dimmer than usual. Unceremoniously dropping the basket of unfolded clothes to the ground you hurry to the back of the ship.
"Maul?" You call out to no response. As you make your way towards the refresher—the only place in the ship that has a door-you notice it's closed. But even with the door sealed, the scent of burning flesh is one that's hard to hide.
You slam your fist into the control panel that accesses the door and it slides open, but before you can step inside you feel a hold around your neck. Instinctively your hands shoot up to claw at your throat but you find nothing there.
'Are you fucking kidding me right now?' You hiss at the Zabrak in your mind. He doesn't release his hold on you. That was fine. Two could play at that game. With astonishingly little effort, you reach a hand out and imagine grabbing his face. When you feel the phantom touch of his skin, you jerk your hand as hard as you can to the side.
There's three quick sounds that happen in succession. You can hear Maul's head smack against the wall, some sort of metal tool clamor against the floor, and your own desperate gasping for air. You stick a hand out and pull the tool towards you. It was a welding torch.
"No." You don't believe it, that is until you crawl into the refresher yourself and see Maul sat on the ground clutching his head with half of his side horrifically burnt together.
You want to yell. To hit him or shake him or just do something that would manage to knock some sort of sense into him. In what world was the answer to being stabbed stitching yourself up together in a ship bathroom alone with a blowtorch.
"I can't fucking believe you." You gape at him for a moment before tossing the torch aside and making your way over to him. He growls when you come nearer and grabs your wrist before you can touch him. Without thinking, you slap him across the face with your free hand.
"Stop that! Right now!" You fix him with an intense, bordering manic, glare and he has the audacity to look back at you surprised. You rip his hand off of you and get to work fixing his wound. Concentrating, you steady your hand over the still open cut and call upon the Force to help you close it.
"I can't fucking believe you…" You murmur, repeating yourself, still in disbelief at what you had just seen. You watch the red of his skin knit itself back together under the surprisingly gentle touch of your abilities. When the cut is at least closed now, you huff and stand up.
"Stay!" You give the command without sparing the Zabrak a second glance as you grab a hand rag and run it under some water. Opening the medicine cabinet more harshly then was needed, you reach in and grab the little amount of bacta gel and bandages the ship had stocked.
"What is wrong with you? Genuinely?" You're so angry with him and you can't seem to narrow down why. It just frustrates you more. You dab away the blood that blends in with his skin before smearing the bacta onto the burned portion of his body.
"Stitches wouldn't have worked? You couldn't mediate? Were you dying? Do you know how easily this could have gotten infected? How easily this could have killed you?" Somehow throughout your ranting you manage to get the bandage secure around him. You pull it considerably tighter than you need too.
"I don't need a lecture." Maul snarls at you, pushing himself up against the wall as he tries to leave. Both of your hands slam down onto his shoulders, keeping him pinned.
"Are you sure you don't? Because this was the stupidest thing I think I've ever seen in my life and I hate to admit this to you, but you are not stupid! I don't get it!" You're yelling at him now. His glare is back in an instant and he grabs both of your wrists with a force that couldn't be defined as anything other than bruising.
"My apologies. I hadn't realized your ego required me to come to begging for your help at the slightest inconvenience." His tone is ice now and it grates against your already frayed nerves.
"That's-!" You grit your teeth and dig your nails into his shoulders now, "That's not what I'm saying! At all!"
"So very Jedi-like of you. Helping out the poor and unfortunate-"
"Why won't you let me take care of you?!" You cut off him off with a shout. Your heart rate is erratic, your breathing uneven, as you tear your hands away from him. He lets you slip through his fingers with no resistance.
You have to grab the frame of the sliding door to steady yourself and to your surprise, you felt your eyes burning with unshed tears. You rub at your face harshly. After a moment, you speak up again.
"I don't get it. You get to care, I have to be vulnerable, and the second it's anything but that you try to kill me. I can't do this!"
You take a deep breath to try and calm yourself, though it does little to help.
"Do you know what I would do if you died on me?" There's no chance you would risk looking back at Maul, not like this, not now. But you can feel his eyes on you just the same and it's enough for you to continue. "Because I don't."
There had been times in your tumultuous relationship with Maul where you had inwardly thought about killing the Zabrak, though you were sure he knew this. Just as you knew that he had considered the same thought when it came to you. But now, the very notion of your life without him in it in some capacity was unthinkable. It was a sickening revelation you had made some time ago, a passing thought you had ignored in favor of staying sane. Seeing him on the floor of your shared refresher nearly bleed out because he would rather suffer in silence than ask for your help it…hurt. It hurt because unlike the shared thoughts you'd had about killing one another, you knew that the way in which you cared for Maul now he would never return.
The door slides closed behind you as you leave. The interaction couldn't have been more than a few minutes but it felt like hours. Wandering to the small common area of the ship you spy a few of the bounty pucks that he must have picked up earlier today and grab one at random. It seemed local by the looks of it and that was more than enough for you. Fastening your lightsaber to your belt you make your way out of the ship and into the back alleys of the city.
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It was honestly hard to say if you had seen worse bars than this. Exposed and torn wires hung from the ceiling and some tables appeared to be made out of the leftover wreckage of ships. In the middle of it all was the only fully intact structure in the room, a giant glass cage.
You stood and watched from the edges of the crowd at the fight emerging from within. In a gruesome display of violence, you watched the larger fighter twist his opponents arm back and pop it from the socket. The group cheered and you winced. Your puck vibrated and you looked down at the little metal box. It activated and displayed a holo-photo of your target. A roar sounded from the fighter and you glanced up to see him now separating his opponent's lower jaw from his face.
"I know how to pick 'em…" You mumble to yourself and push your way though the sea of people.
There's a table near the front with various people placing bets and counting credits. It was as good as place as any to start asking questions.
"How do you get in?" You have to shout to be heard over the throng of gamblers all anxious to place their own bets, even though the droid you're speaking too is just a few feet away.
"The starting bet is 50 credits." It replies with automated enthusiasm.
"No, I mean, how do you get in? Like in there. With him." You point upwards to the cage where it was now being cleaned and prepared for the next match.
"I'm terribly sorry, but we do not allow late entries! You are welcome to apply for the next tournament." Well, that would be a problem.
"How many credits do I need to get in now?"
The Twi'lek that had been counting credits silently beside it let out a snark of laughter.
"You're eager to die, ain't 'cha?" They grin, still not taking their eyes off the creds. You regard them silently before speaking again.
"You run this operation?"
"What's it look like babe?"
Now that gave you a little something to work with. You brace yourself on the table, cloak draping over your arms to obscure the rest of your body. Immediately the paid muscle around the Twi'lek tense and take aim for you. You don't budge.
"Let me in next round. I'll make it worth your while." The Twi'lek seems utterly unconcerned and unconvinced.
"Have you ever heard of kyber crystals?" You reach down for your lightsaber at your belt and unclip it. "Got this off a Jedi I killed once. Two of 'em are inside this thing. They run for about ten thousand credits a piece."
Of course, you were lying on multiple fronts. You had no idea what the market price of kyber crystals were and you certainly wouldn't actually part with your lightsaber, but the less they knew the better. And by the way the lights of the bar danced in the Twi'lek's eyes, you knew they were more than happy to accept.
"Yeah! You're up next or whatever! Who am I to deny a death wish?" They cackle again and swipe your blade from your hand. It should have felt odd to part from it, but you knew you'd have it returned to you soon enough.
The armed guards escorted you down to what equated to a shabby locker room as you waited for your turn to be put into the cage. Sitting on a unpleasantly sticky bench, you cross your legs and try to meditate. Key word, try.
You just narrowly dodge the punch thrown at you and reach out to grab your attackers arm, twisting it harshly when you find purchase. He hisses but a swift elbow to your gut has you releasing him and gasping for air.
"If that is what it takes to incapacitate you, this will be a short match indeed." At the sound of the all too familiar voice, you grimace.
Maul.
He was fully clothed now but you could still see the wrappings of his bandaged chest peak out from beneath his shirt. The look he was regarding you with was one that was infuriatingly calm, like he hadn't been bleeding out earlier today.
"It will be a short match either way. Either I will die, or I will kill him. Though I do prefer one outcome over the other." You sit back down and resume your intended goal.
"You cannot use the Force inside there." Maul continues. You pointedly shut your eyes and don't look at him. "Your lightsaber is pointless as well."
"That's fine, I don't have it."
"You left it?"
"I gave it away."
"What?" Now, the slightest betrayal of emotion made its way into his words.
"Needed money. How else was I supposed to get into the match?" You reply calmly.
"You are—!"
"You're hiding your Force signature from me." You cut off his angry rant, eyes still shut. "You were hiding it on the ship as well. Why? Why don't you want me to find you?"
Maul goes silent. His lack of answer is honestly more disheartening than if he had yelled at you instead. A bell rings, signaling the next fight. You stand and make your way towards the door. Maul lunges for you.
"You cannot go. Tell them that I will fight in your place." He grabs your arm with the same bruising force that he had used on your wrists earlier. You pull away harshly, still refusing to look at him.
"I have fought against you without the Force before. I won." You remind him of the first sparring match you two had had against each other.
"But more importantly," twisting on your heel, you slam the palm of your hand into the center of his chest. Maul falls to the ground, clearly not expecting the blow, "you are injured. Now stay here, I'll be back soon."
The ramp up to the cage was rickety and the Twi'lek from before was waiting for you at the end of it. They glanced past you to see Maul—who was now being lead away by what counted as security here—and they grin.
"Boyfriend upset with you?"
You must visibly wince at the word because they burst out into ear piercing laughter at the sight of your discomfort. Looking down, you see your lightsaber hang from their belt. Right, well now it felt odd. You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts.
"He can be upset all he wants. It's his fault I'm here in the first place, good for nothing, son of a—!" They cut you off by literally shoving you towards the cage.
"Wow! Okay I don't actually care I was just being a jackass. Now get in there."
They usher you inside the enclosure and you can hear it seal shut behind you. Across the way you see the behemoth of a man you were meant to fight. He watched you enter the cage in a way that was all too familiar. Your skin pricked with irritation.
"All right!" A voice boomed from the overhead speakers. "You all know the rules! Bets have been placed and are set in stone. As for our fighters, anything goes! Even, drum roll please, death! Okay, have fun!"
The chipper voice wasn't one you recognized but it didn't much matter. You weren't given any time to deliberate who it might have been because as soon as that bell sounded over the intercom, he was on you. He landed a punch square across your jaw that sent you tumbling down to the ground. You were able to roll backwards and recover but only just before he struck another blow down where you had been tossed.
For the first few seconds all you could do was dodge your opponent's oncoming attacks, much to the chagrin of the crowd around you.
"Do something!" A muffled voice made its way to you through the glass barrier of the cage and you rolled your eyes before sliding behind the man.
"Yeah, well I'd like to see you in here!" You shouted back before twisting your body and delivering a sharp kick to the base of his spine. It hurt more than it should have. Your stance was fine, but it was as if you were attacking solid metal.
The man roared and lunged at you with his massive arms but it was getting easier to understand his patterns, which in turn meant he was getting easier to avoid. Jabbing your hand in quickly you hit his throat and felt flesh. He coughed, which confirmed that he had felt it in some capacity, but the phlegm that left his mouth was dark and discolored.
Metal and oil bound by human skin. Lovely! You had no weapons on you, a heavy oversight on your part considering you had left the ship to go bounty hunting, but there would be time later to berate yourself for your short comings. For now, as you dodged another swing from him, the makings of a plan formed in your mind.
"Okay big guy. Follow me." You moved backwards slowly, breaking off into a full sprint when he got close enough to you. You weren't dull enough to believe you had more stamina than him but you certainly could move quicker. You ran to one of the corners and waited. Scanning the horde of jeering faces, you found Maul easily. His eyes shone even brighter under the darkness provided by the hood of his cloak.
"Oh, so now you want me to find you." You shook your head and pressed hard against the walls. There wasn't anything to grab onto but there was still enough leverage for you to physically push yourself up and climb.
The man rushed in behind you and as you'd hoped, knocked his head into the wall, unable to stop his own momentum in time. While he was dazed, you dropped down onto him. It was like trying to ride a feral animal. He bucked and grabbed at you, desperate to try and get you off. Your arms grappled around his neck while your legs wrapped around his torso but the movement was too much, he wouldn't stay still.
With a frantic look, you eye the walls of the cage again and grimace. This would hurt.
Moving one of your hands to his hair you yank it backwards in time with your body as you lean back. The new off centered weight causes him to stumble back, slamming you both into the glass. The air is forced from your lungs. A bright white light of pain momentarily blinds you but you stay focused.
Moving your way up slowly, you open your mouth and push his head to the side. When his throat is exposed, you bite down. A sickening sound echoes throughout your skull as you hear the flesh being ripped apart by your very doing but if you pull away now you may not get this chance again. Your other hand comes up to find the hole you've made and pulls harshly to tear him open. You bite again, pushing your face in deeper. A metallic mixture of blood and oil fills your senses, you can't even breathe like this.
The vibrations of what must be his vocal cords rattle against your nose as he tries to scream. A large hand grabs your leg and drags you to the ground. Pieces of him come with you.
You feel the gore smeared across the near entirety of your face and look at your hand to see the viscous black mixture covering it as well. You realize now, rather unsettlingly, that you were not horrified with what you had done. Neither were you scared. There was adrenaline coursing through you, yes, but no fear. No hatred either. In fact, there was an absence of emotion.
'How very Jedi-like…' The words echoed in your mind—not for the first time tonight—and you knew they were not your own.
Your opponent crumples to the ground, clutching at his throat, as a puddle of his blood grows around him. You search the crowd again for Maul and just a simply as before, you find him. Sensing his astonishment you're mildly offended. He truly thought so little of you?
Before you can feel any sort of victory however, the man on the ground stirs. Still present in the Force, you can sense no life from him but his body arises anyways. His head drags terribly on one side, exposing the array of metal tubes and wires that control him even after death.
You sigh and break off from Maul, you'd expected this after all. This wasn't a human you were fighting, you knew that much from the oil and metal inside of him, so it stood to reason that killing him like a human wouldn't have worked. He was off balance making him even easier to avoid than before. You dodged lazily and stared out at the masses.
"Where are you?" You whispered. The Force gently nudged your head to the side and you spotted a very flustered looking Twi'lek. You grinned.
"Found you."
Bracing yourself now, you made your hands into a point and waited for the man to come charging towards you again. He did so without fail. You breathed in and speared your hands into the soft flesh of his stomach. It parted too easily but everyone watching would be too distracted by the gruesome display to notice. It was eerily cold inside of him. You groped around blindly in his chest cavity searching for what you wanted. The harsh edges of a metal box brushed your hand.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know you, but no one deserves this. May the Force guide you from here." You speak to the lifeless body and rip the box out from within him. For a second time, he collapses. Every part of him spills onto the ground beneath you. The cheering from the crowd is near deafening but you ignore it in favor of throwing the control unit against the wall as hard as you can.
The reinforced glass shatters. That one would be harder for everyone to ignore, but you weren't planning on being here much longer. Screams sound as the crowd rushes away from the broken glass. The Twi'lek watches you approach, stunned.
You fish out the bounty puck from before and activate it. It displays a flickering one to one image of them.
"Te'sant Junta. Wanted on counts of gambling and cheating and suspected murder." You read the charges aloud with a monotone voice.
"Hey! We can work something out, man! I'm sure I got something you want!" Their voice shook but you didn't delight in the wildly apparent fear that they displayed. It annoyed you, actually. You stepped to the side as another person rushed past you.
"Yes, you do." You nodded and looked down to your lightsaber. They practically threw it at you.
"There! Okay, we're even now! You got to be a maniac and your special space sword is all yours again, so we can just—" Igniting the blade, you chopped off their left hand. They stared at the new stump in disbelief.
"The pain always takes a second to set in with a lightsaber wound. Give it a moment."
A moment indeed was all it took for them to start screeching and writhing against the floor. You crouched down to place a hand on their shin.
"I cannot fathom the amount of hurt and trauma you put that poor man through to act as your puppet, but rest assured, I will return it on to you ten fold now. I can only hope this act cleanses you enough to bring balance back to your soul so that you may die peacefully." As you grip them, something like lightning surges through you. It was not the guiding hand of the Force, but something much more sinister.
You jolt back as if you'd been burned. What were you doing? The Twi'lek screams in agony and a newfound horror spills over you. What were you doing?
Standing to attention you immediately reignite your blade and cut their throat, silencing the noise. Your heart is racing and you can't breathe through the choking smell of ozone and death around you. You lean against the panel of the wall and vomit. A hand touches you and you jerk back, elbowing whoever was behind you in the chest. Maul groans.
"Maul!" You yelp, instantly grabbing at his shoulders. Only then do you notice your blood soaked hands. There wasn't time to cry, you both needed to leave here and fast.
"Come on, let's go." You grip his hand and begin to run. You could feel the ache of every muscle in your body starting to settle in. You push through and ignore it. Nothing but getting back to your ship and off world mattered now.
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It had mostly been a blur when you arrived back to the space port. Maul had rushed himself to pilot the two of you away from here and you had just fallen onto the floor, exhausted with everything that had transpired tonight.
The calm glow of hyper space travel filled the ship and you felt yourself finally breathe. You were safe now. Both of you. You could hear Maul come to stand above you. Wordlessly, you patted the ground next to you and he sat. You placed a hand on his chest and felt him stiffen.
"Does it hurt? I hit you pretty hard. Twice now." You mumble, trying to check for any sign of bleeding. Unfortunately the blood on your own hands made it hard to tell.
"You can't be serious." He grabs your own hand, forcing you to stop.
"I absolutely am. Just because I could stitch you together in the moment doesn't mean it held. I'm not adept in Force healing you know?" You huff, shutting your eyes and allowing yourself to find comfort in the warmth of his hands.
"You're nearly dead and your stuck rambling about a minor scrape—"
"Hardly minor! You were gonna use a blowtorch to fuse yourself back together! You absolute moron!" Your other hand comes up to slap his leg in reprimand.
"It was—"
"No!" You cut him off again, and despite your body's protest, you force yourself to sit up. When Maul tries to push you back down you slap both his hands away as well.
"Why wouldn't you come to me?" You ask, sounding more heart broken than you would have liked. He knits his brow together in remorse and when he tries to look away from you, you grab his face and turn it towards you.
"You are not weak Maul. I have never thought you to be such. But you don't have to be strong constantly either. You can rely on me. I want you to rely on me." Through the Force you can feel him protest and squirm underneath each of your words. You continue speaking.
"I care about you. Not because I need you to protect me or because I gain something from it, I just do Maul. I worry about you because I want you to be safe. I want you to be okay. You're my partner in all of this. You're my constant." The adrenaline is back and you feel both of your hand shake as you speak. It was slightly nauseating to be so honest but you drug yourself through it, letting him peer into you as deeply as he wished so that you could prove to him that there was no deceit as you spoke.
"I am not a kind man. You cannot mold me into something you deserve. It's too late for that. For me." He says quietly and you can feel his belief in the words. You smile.
"I know." You brush your thumb over his cheek. "But despite this I am loyal to you, Maul. Please, let me be loyal to you."
He surges forward to kiss you and you reciprocate instantly, wrapping your arms tighter around him. Your teeth clash together in the ferocity of the kiss and you laugh into it. However you can taste very little of him in the kiss due to the overwhelming amount of viscera that still adorns your person. You attempt to pull away but he chases after your mouth. He hardly relents when your turn your head away from, moving his affections to your neck instead.
"Maul, stop." You tap the back of his head. "I'm covered in blood, this is gross."
"I disagree." He mumbles into your skin, biting down gently in a way that he knows you like. "I find you very attractive like this."
"Freak." You huff but don't protest when he slips a hand under your shirt. "I ripped a man's throat out tonight, you know?"
Unexpectedly, you feel the Zabrak shiver with delight underneath you.
"I know. I was nearly moved to jealousy." He moves his hands down lower to toy with the waistband of your pants. You slide a hand up to his neck and squeeze experimentally. He groans and leans back. Golden eyes stare at you through the dark of the ship.
"Jealousy? You'd have no objections to me ripping out a man's throat, as long as it's your throat?" The incredulous look you give him does nothing to stop him from speaking.
"It's more so because someone else got to feel your mouth on them laandur'ad." Maul reaches up to grab your wrist and make the pressure on his neck heavier. "As you are to me now, I am to you. I am loyal to you."
Embarrassingly enough, you feel your heart jolt at the words. You rub your thumb over the pulse point of his neck and hum thoughtfully.
"You would let me do what I want with you?" You ask quietly.
"Yes." His prompt response surprises you. At this apparent shock, he pulls you closer, desperate to prove it to you. "Do what you wish."
"I don't think you could handle it." You tease, laughing when he frowns at the jab.
"I am sure you have misjudged me."
You smile and lean in closer, pressing a light kiss to the side of his mouth.
"Ask me to take care of you then."
"Use me—"
"No." You tap the column of his throat in reprimand. "Ask me to take care of you."
Now you feel him stiffen. You grin and lean back, enjoying the near bashful expression on his face.
"Take care of me." His words are clearly forcibly strung together.
"Say please." You taunt.
"Take care of me…please."
"Good boy." His eyes widen at the praise and you press another gentle kiss to the other side of his mouth now.
"So willing. How sweet of you." You trail your mouth alongside his jaw now, never biting, only using delicate touches as you went.
"Patient too. You're doing so well." You guide him to rest against the wall of the ship. He does so with no resistance. Slowly you help him remove his shirt and take your time admiring his broad chest. You trace a finger over the tattoos that litter his skin and smile when you feel his breathing quicken slightly.
"You're so beautiful. You don't even realize it, do you?" Lowering your head you place two kisses on his sternum, one for each of his hearts.
"So handsome." You hum, trailing your hands down to his waistband. Unexpectedly, he grabs both your wrists.
"I'm—I'm not…" he trails off and you can sense an underlying fear in his voice.
"Maul, it's alright. I know you have prosthetics. It's okay." You soothe him, removing one of your hands to hold his face again. He leans into your touch and despite yourself, you swoon at such a simple gesture.
"So darling." You whisper, leaning in to kiss him again.
"It's…too much." He mumbles against your mouth. You frown, a little confused.
"I haven't even done anything yet."
"I know!" He groans, shutting his eyes.
"Maul, would you like to stop?" He doesn't answer but you can feel the shame radiating off of him. The both of you sit in a tense silence. Leaning away from him, you stand up. It was harder to ignore the blood that had drenched you previously now.
"Let's go take a shower, okay? We're both filthy." You grab both his hands and pull him to his feet. He follows dutifully behind you.
The blowtorch is still on the floor of the refresher when you walk in. With a flick of your hand, toss it towards the hallway with the Force. Both of you strip down as you wait for the water warm up, a rare luxury that you had decided you could both afford tonight.
You step instead and gesture for him to join you. He hesitates a little too much for your liking, causing you to reach out and pull him in with you.
"Force above, I'm probably gonna be tasting metal for weeks." You mumble, focusing on removing as much of the gore as you could from under your nails.
"I apologize." His voice startles you and you look up at Maul, who seems to find the shower floor very fascinating at this moment. You scrub both of your hands and arms now, humming as you wait for him to continue.
"I should have been able to handle it. I've experienced much worse without complaint. There was no reason for me stop you." You knit your brows together in confusion and shake your head.
"Wait, are you apologizing for not having sex with me?" He winces and that's all it takes for you to confirm his intentions. You sigh and with clean hands now you grab his face again. You gently begin to wipe away the blood that you had daubed there earlier.
"Maul, I literally don't care. You're allowed to say no to things like that. Besides, it really would have been gross. I'd much rather fuck you when I'm not covered with the insides of another person." He scoffs at the crudeness of your statement but you consider it an improvement from his previous withdrawn temperament. Now he just needed to insult you and the two of you would be right as rain again.
"You still need to apologize about the melting yourself together thing though." You rest your arms over his shoulders languidly. "That was actually horrifying. If you ever do that again, oh Force above I swear I'll—!"
"Alright! Yes, I apologize for that as well then." He rolls his eyes, his own hands coming to rest on your hips. Still, you frown.
"Wait, no, I only need one apology from you. I already told you to take back the other one." Maul gives you a bewildered look and it takes a lot in you not to grin at the sight of it.
"You would like me to un-apologize to you?"
"Yeah. Though I guess I could just keep it as insurance for the next time you piss me off." You tap a finger to your lips in mock thought at the prospect.
"You are never satisfied, are you?"
"Not true, you're just a bad listener. If you just did what I asked the first time we wouldn't be in this mess and I'd have less blood lust. Genuinely being around you has increased that in me tenfold, I'm a little concerned—" He kisses you, effectively stopping your rambling. Now you allow yourself to smile.
"That's only gonna work like the next three times you do it, you know that right?" You whisper against his mouth. Even without the Force you could have felt his exasperation.
"Yes, well, I'm sure I'll find plenty of other ways to shut you up."
"I'll hold you to that."
an. I have a crazy hard time writing any form of intimacy without freaking out. I don't know where this issue arises from specifically but I blame the catholic middle school arc in my life for now. Anyways despite this I hope you all enjoyed!! It think its miles more intimate to revoke consent and have your partner actually respect those boundaries than having sex MY BAD ! Especially for someone like Maul who has never had the option to say no before!! Yippee!!!
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