#oc:stiv

[screbelbaziu]

Stiv is a snoutzer like Jax, and he runs a shitty bar in a sidelined colony on some barely habitable planet. He enjoys making really bad drinks, insulting his customers, eating paper and spitting at people and also the floor which he cleans himself so really he’s just inconveniencing himself. the spot around his eye is a scar from some sorta skin disease, he also has a pierced snout (that little diamond thingy. it goes entirely through to the other side of his face. it’s not common but also not especially unique among snoutzers) and used to have a pierced ear, and he kinda refuses to talk about what happened with that

[gaithe-guy]

It was hard to explain to anyone, words never really coming to him, and the ones that did never were quite... right. The way Kaz made him feel, a tightness in his chest that was much like the anticipation before a fight, that feeling of shifting weight from one foot to the other, that feeling of a grin spreading across his lips as he felt those arms around him in a hug, the excited voice of the padawan through his ears as he returned it.

It had become like clockwork whenever he visited... The doors opened, he walked within, dropping his stuff, and was tackled by a wall of muscle and blue skin, a nuzzle to his face and horns from a nose that had a scar that ran across from it, and then those eyes boring down into him.

Later on more was added to the routine. But they both always looked forward to what happened afterward, within the confines of Stiv’s room and within his hammock, looking up at the painted ceiling that mimicked space, the stars twinkling down to them.

The soft nuzzle to a neck, whispered breath against skin, a hand pulling his smaller frame upon Stiv’s larger one. Eyes sliding closed as both seemed to just relax, bodies finally calming from everything. Just to be in each other’s presence was enough to calm even the toughest of muscles.

But this time was a little different. Knuckles brushing across Stiv’s jaw, Kaz realized that there was stubble upon the Chiss’s face, and a small smile came to his lips as he leaned down and in, breath mingling in with the former pit fighter’s. As Stiv started rubbing his face against Kaz’s, the zabrak couldn’t help but shiver ever so slightly and suck in a deep breath at the feeling it gave him, and the Chiss stole that moment of opportunity, lips crashing against his own in a tender embrace, almost innocent in a way as his hands came up to hold him there.

Maybe the stubble could stay... just... maybe... But that would have to wait until later. He couldn’t think, not with those lips and those teeth and oh... that tongue.

[gaithe-guy]

He had gotten decent over the years at hiding his emotions, stamping down that fear, that anger, the hurt and pain. But one look and they knew. No one could fool Reklam, the former agent was a master at hiding emotions, at hiding pain and hurt. He was a master at spotting it in others as well, and Stiv was not as good at it as he believed himself to be.

So as Kaz had left their ship, and the Chiss had done nothing but pace his room and withdraw within himself, Reklam knew... He knew something was wrong, something was bothering the young man that had become much like a son in a few ways.

“Damn it, Stiv, if you pace anymore you’re going to wear a hole within the ground... And there is only so much damage to this ship I will tolerate,” Reklam grunted as he leaned against the door frame.

For his reward, he received a grunt before the former slave was dropping down upon his bed, a hand coming up to his face. The ginger could see the shake within the body that was now visible as he had stopped movement, and the hunched shoulders lead him to realize Stiv was hiding something that was painful.

“Alright... out with it already,” the former agent sighed, moving within the room and sitting down in a chair across from Stiv. “What is bothering you? You are pacing much like a caged nexu, and your body language tells me something pains you...”

“I hate your eyes,” Stiv snarled out, the sound gravely and broken.

“And he speaks!” Reklam smirked ever so slightly, leaning back within the chair and sighing. “It is good to hear your voice once more... You rarely use it unless that Zabrak is around...”

At the mention of Kaz, Stiv winced and looked away, his shaking hands gripping the side of the bed almost to a point of pain. Reklam watched as the Chiss’s face distorted into something of pain, tears shining within his eyes before they closed.

“Stiv...”

“He has forgiven her...”

The vocals were full of so much pain, and the former agent needn’t ask who he was speaking of because of that reaction.

“That is his prerogative,” Reklam replied, shrugging. “It is his life, his feelings...”

“He slept with her intimately...”

These words were almost choked out, and Reklam stopped his next words to watch Stiv closely, worried that maybe that information had been too much of a blow to the Chiss. But Stiv still seemed himself.

At least he wasn’t withdrawing from the pain this time.

“Stiv...”

“How do you... forgive someone?”

The question caught him off guard, and he was stuck sitting there, mouth agape as he watched the young man that had become very much a part of their family.

“I... beg your pardon?”

“How... do you... forgive someone?” Stiv asked the question once more, looking into Reklam’s eyes.

He couldn’t quite believe it. This man... This one full of so much hurt and pain... so much anger and agony... this man that they had to literally train to be not feral anymore, not an animal... And he wanted to forgive?

“You are a stronger man than I could ever be,” Reklam shook his head, placing a hand to his face and sighing. “When you figure it out, tell me, yes? Even after all of these years I cannot forgive the Empire for what they have done to me...”

He then was lowering his hand and standing, “The first step... is to speak with them... Until you decide to do that... there can be no forgiveness...”

With that, he was walking towards the door, a resolve within his step, “But Stiv?” As the Chiss looked up, he continued, even though he had not turned around, “We do not leave family... I will not let you go through this alone...”

And with those words he was gone, leaving Stiv sitting there. It was a few minutes later that he had his holo within his grip, the line ringing. Upon the other end picking up, he wasted no time.

“Brother... I need your help... set up a meeting...”

“Stiv?”

“There are... things I... need to discuss... with Naya.”

[gaithe-guy]

"Christmas Mistletoe" The short zabrak couldn't hold himself any longer when he saw the Chiss man at the spaceport. Lightening his steps with the Force the lost Jedi dashed towards his "brother" and leaped against him, knowing the muscular arms would catch him. His dark brown lips collided violently with his dark blue ones, a hint of blood entering his mouth. But damn did it feel nice to kiss like this again and feel his wamth and Force aura against yourself.

Stiv immediately caught the zabrak, joy radiating from him as he held him tightly and kissed him back, ignoring the slight tang of blood that scented the air as well as the slight sting upon his lip from how forceful the two had impacted with their lips.

“Hmm... I missed you as well,” he chuckled roughly, his voice deep and gruff from misuse. “Been a while, hasn’t it? How long this time are you able to stay with us?” He then was nuzzling their noses together. “Got my room set up for both of us...”

He then was blowing out a puff of air, “And Aekkel and Reklam can’t wait to see you again... Aekkel is... worried, of course, as he always is... but he said he’ll be cooking us a feast tonight...”

He then was kissing him once more, hands coming up to cup Kaz’s face, “By the gods I’ve missed you!”

[gaithe-guy]

“I missed you, brother...”

Drabble for the art amirattus did of Stiv and Kaz together that can be found here

He was hardened by years in the pit, a soul without a voice, an animal, a beast. So as the two crashed upon the ship, hands faltering over one another, he couldn’t stop the growl that left him in a possessive way.

Both scorned in one way or another by the same woman, both feeling broken and angry, the weight that had been placed upon his chest seemed to lighten as those calloused fingers of the Zabrak seemed to find it’s way beneath the shit he had been wearing, fingers dancing across the scarred abdomen and raking down his back.

Lips stealing one another, gasping for breath as they parted, each could not stop the want of it all, the need that seemed to burn within the both of them. It was a game Stiv knew far too well for his own good in the years as a slave, years he would not change back... Not now.

“I missed you, brother...” Were the whispered words upon his lips, and he couldn’t help but smirk as he ripped at the Padawan’s shirt, tearing it slightly in his need to feel flesh against himself. “I am glad I found you...”

He didn’t care that they were in the cargo bay. He didn’t care that Reklam and Aekkel could walk in on them at any moment. He needed this and he could feel through the Force that Kaz needed it as well.

Pulling the Zabrak’s shirt up over his head, he pushed him to the wall, pinning him there and smirking at the sudden intake of breath from Kaz. But then the Padawan was grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him to him, and Stiv wasted no time in kissing him deeply and hungrily - much like a man with a thirst so deep that was given a drink finally after ages of nothing.

Nails upon his back and a moan from Kaz’s lips let him know he had picked the right option as his lips wandered down to the Zabrak’s neck, teeth grazing against skin as a shiver wracked his body.

He had grown, filled out. His muscles were taut and not flabby. Kaz’ip was a man now, no longer a boy, and Stiv was becoming very aware of that as he placed a hand on either side of the young man’s head and flattened his body against the Zabrak fully.

“Stay with me...” He whispered against Kaz’ip’s neck. “I’ll protect you...”

His response was a whimpered moan, his head tilting to the left to give him more access. It would have to do for now, he decided. Right now... was for them. Right now was repairing their broken hearts. Right now was a primal need.

Hours later, as they laid tangled together in Stiv’s hammock within his room, panting and nuzzling one another, the Chiss could not help but place a few flowers upon his head, his hand then sliding down to his neck to pull him in for another kiss, a rare smile coming to his lips as Kaz eagerly followed suit.

“We may be broken...” He whispered as they broke for air, “But let us be broken together... Let us heal one another...”

He then was chuckling as he slid his fingers over the earring the Zabrak had, “Fifteen wins, hmm?” The blush that came to Kaz’ips cheeks next caused full blown laughter to leave the former Jedi.

[gaithe-guy]

Stiv/Kaz kiss meme

He watched the boy, no... man... standing in front of him. The Zabrak was no longer a young padawan, but a man that had seen many things, had been scorned as he had been... Maybe not to the extent he had been, but close.

“Stiv...” It was a sharp intake of breath, eyes wide as he reached towards the Chiss. “Master had said you were dead... that they... had killed you in the pits...”

“My death was greatly exaggerated,” The Chiss grunted out, eyes narrowing grandly as he loomed around himself. “Is she here?” There was a malice in that question, one that hit Kaz to his core, and he shook his head. “Good.” The gruffness of the voice brought a few tears to the Zabrak’s eyes.

“What has happened to you?!” Kaz all but yelled out, shaking his head. “You left...”

“Was given no choice,” was the answer he received. “Stay and be a pleasure slave... or go back to the pits a free man... At least there if I were to die... I would be free and fighting, a warrior’s death!”

“Stiv...” Kaz whispered sadly, moving forward once again, a pain coming to his chest as Stiv seemed to wince before steeling himself, as if touch pained him.

He placed a finger to the boy’s -no.. man’s... he needed to remind himself of that again - lips to silence him before he was leaning in, pain and agony showing within his gaze if one knew where to look. Before he could say anything, lips were against his, an apologetic feeling with them and rolling through the Force before the Chiss was pulling back once more, thumb tracing the swollen lips.

“We both are on the receiving end of broken promises... Maybe... we could... seek solace... with one another?”

[gaithe-guy]

❖

It was more devastating then he realized, the life he now lead. Seeing her, loving her, but unable to touch her, unable to be with her like she had promised. The Sith had taken everything from him, and just as he thought he would get something back, they take it away again.

He had been promised that he would get his family he had wanted with her… And that had been taken away as well. Still a slave, still lonely, still broken… even more so now…

The shock on her face though, the tears within her eyes, she was surprised by his quiet voice as he stared at her. Did she not realize she was breaking him with every day her promise was broken? Did she not realize that he was in essence a pleasure slave for her. He would never have his family, never have her as his wife, never be able to have her love anymore like she loved the Sith. She was pregnant with his baby, in his bed… And Stiv was left alone and cold, his heart shattering.

“Stiv… please!” She begged him, taking a step towards him.

He didn’t grace her with an answer, only moved towards her and cupped her face, the pain and anguish within his gaze as well as the anger towards her husband. As the tears came to her eyes, the begging for him to stay becoming white noise in the background to him, he leaned in and kissed her with all the love he still held for her, the rest of his heart shattering as he pulled back and away.

I wish it had been me... Echoed through the Force. I wish you had kept your promise… He then was turning and walking away, walking back to where he was accepted, where promises were kept when given.

The pits.

[gaithe-guy]

Truth (from Kaz to Stiv): "When master's away would you keep me close company and get into bed with me?" *his grin fades quickly* "Wait... you don't remember this question after this, right? Right?!"

Stiv pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, "Kaz... What have I told you countless times befo-..." He then blinks as his hand slips to his side, "W-Wait... what?" He starts sputtering and blushing, although not completely out of anger, "Y-You... why would you... even... ask that? I thought you were looking at Naya, not me... I didn't even think you were... into... people like me..."