***

Obi-Wan Kenobi gave himself a final glance in the mirror.

Lightsaber, check.
Worn black leather jacket, check.
White socks and old Docs, check.
Kilt (MacGregor) with black leather sporran, check.

He was ready to go. He'd been looking forward to this for a while now;
between all of the missions he and Anakin had been sent on, he barely had
any time to himself anymore, yet alone time to meet up with some old
friends. A wistful smile played across his face at that thought. He really
did miss Maul, and it'd been too long since he last saw him.

Maul was back on Coruscant; he was worried at first about his Da finding
Maul, but Maul assured him that he'd had a good disguise, and besides,
Palpatine wasn't even looking for him.

Walking out to the common area in their apartment, Obi-wan saw Anakin
sitting and staring at a random mind numbing, spirit-crushing game show on
television. The soft flicker of the display flittered across Anakin's
blank expression.

"Anakin!" Obi-wan called out as he headed for the door, "I'm going out.
Don't wait up for me." At that, the padawan turned around and grinned at
his master.

"Going out?" An eyebrow shot up.

"Yes. Going out to meet an old friend." Obi-wan's eyebrow matched his
padawan's.

"I see, Master. In other words, you're going out to get laid." A smirk.

"Anakin! I..." An exasperated Obi-wan threw up his arms.

"You're wearing your kilt, Master."

"AND?!?" Demanded the Jedi Master.

"And so it means you're going out to get laid. You always wear that when
you're going out to 'meet an old friend'. And then you come back the next
morning exhausted with a huge hangover. I'm happy for you, Master. It's
been a long time since you last wore that."

"Ah..." Obi-wan was at a loss for words.

Anakin continued, "Don't worry, Master. I won't do anything you wouldn't
do while you're gone."

Laughing to himself, Obi-wan shook his head and wondered just when it was
that Anakin adapted such sarcasm. Secretly he was proud of Anakin. He
wasn't like most of the other Jedi padawans. He had spirit and a wicked
sense of humour. Still, he was troubled because Anakin wasn't adapting to
the Jedi way of life as much as he should be. Mind you, having a master
with an ex-Sith boyfriend pretty much ensured that Anakin's example wasn't
as code abiding as the rest of the order. Obi-Wan Kenobi did not walk the
straight and narrow.

"'Night." Anakin called out just before Obi-Wan shut the door with a soft
click.

***

The club where he was supposed to meet Maul wasn't in the savoriest part
of the planet, the Jedi noted. Obi-Wan kept his lightsaber close to his
body under his worn leather jacket as he made his way down the block. He
passed several darkened alleys, and noted the discarded needles and other
suspicious items littered on the ground. For a moment, Obi-Wan thought
back to his (not so) distant troubled youth.
/So it was just a few months ago that I took Master Windu's speeder for a
joyride. Again. It was Anakin's idea though. I taught him how to uh, use a
nearby vehicle in case of an emergency./

Lost in rationalizing his reasons for hot-wiring a Jedi Master's speeder,
Obi-Wan was oblivious to his surroundings until he heard several catcalls.
He turned around to locate the source of the distraction, and saw a group
of thugs sneering at him. "Look at that fag in the skirt!" The tallest one
called out.

"It's a kilt, you daft cunt!" Obi-Wan fingered the drunken gang of men.
The tallest member approached, "You want to repeat that, bitch?"
Obi-Wan Kenobi said nothing, but smiled back sweetly.

***

Several unauthorized uses of the Force later, he arrived at the
questionable establishment. The wall of greed and lust emanating from the
people inside gave Obi-Wan pause. /No wonder Maul picked this place. It's
just like the Grey Side./

Stepping into the smoke filled room, he scanned the bar and nearby tables
for any sign of Maul, but couldn't find him. Obi-Wan downed a bottle of
Guinness, grabbed another, and headed for the neon-lit dance floor. The
next song started.

*It's a dark night of my soul*

Losing himself in the pounding of the gigawatt speakers, he barely noticed
a figure approach him from behind until he his ass was pinched.

*And temptation's taking hold*

Obi-Wan turned around to face a... a rather large, four-armed,
horizontally challenged creature. It swung back a bottle of Pete's Wicked
Ale then leered at him. He fought back the immediate urge to hurl the
contents of his stomach onto the dance floor.
Then he did a double-take.

*But through the pain and the suffering*

"MAUL?!?" Obi-Wan's jaw hit the floor.

"Obi. It's Dex, by the way." The figure gave a shit-eating grin.

"I. Uh. Dex. Okay."

*Through the heartache and trembling*

Dex stepped in closer, and groped his ass (and other parts).
//It's just a holoprojector. Let's get out of here.//

*I feel loved*

A moan escaped Obi-Wan's lips before Dex grabbed his arm and led him
outside to the parking lot, towards a sleek black speeder bike. Obi-Wan
gave a low appreciative whistle.

"Hop on, Kenobi."

***

They arrived at a high-rise apartment building several blocks from Obi's
place. As they approached Maul's underground parking spot, Dex thumbed off
his holoprojector.

"Shite, Maul! If I'd known you lived this close..." Obi-Wan stepped off
from behind the bike in the garage complex and watched Maul secure the
bike to the railing with the Ultra-Club Bar (ultimate protection for your
vehicle).

Kenobi pointed to the lock on the security device. "That's a fucking
overpriced piece of steel. I can pick that lock with my eyes closed."

Maul glared back at him, "Obi, with all the high-priced speeders you've
stolen, I have no doubt that you can pick *any* lock. I am pretty certain
that the lock is just fine."

Obi-Wan smiled back at him. Oh shit. It dawned on Maul that Kenobi might
just take HIS bike if they ever had another big fight.

//Oh please, Maul. We've been seeing each other for years. Do you think
I'd try that again?//

//Only if I royally piss you off.//

//Then you'd better not piss me off.// A grin spread over Obi-Wan's face.

The two men made their way inside the building, only to find the elevators
were broken. Again. Thankfully, Maul only lived on the eleventh floor, so
they ran up the steps and tumbled into the living room as soon as Maul
unlocked the door.

Inside, Obi-Wan pinned Maul to the (surprisingly not filthy) carpet and
kissed him. Hard.

"EW!" Maul made a face.

"What the fuck's the matter?!" Obi-wan demanded.

"You are going to shave off that... that... scrub brush excuse for a beard
before I'm going to kiss you again."

"WHAT!?! Maul. Shite! It's just the traditional beard for Jedi Masters!"
Obi-Wan was well and thoroughly frustrated. No sex for over half a year
and Maul wanted him to shave??

"Shave. Now. The mullet, I can ignore. The beard, no." Maul folded his
arms in defiance.

"Fuck you!" Obi spat.

"After you shave."

He really didn't want to shave. The beard helped him to actually look old
enough to be a master to his padawan. He looked over at Maul and sensed
that he wouldn't back down, so he rolled his eyes and asked, "Fine.
Where's your shaver?"

"Don't have one. No more fur remember?"

"Then how the fuck do you expect me to shave??" Annoyance and anger
literally radiated from Kenobi. Maul fought hard not to pass out from
sheer bliss.

"I have an idea." Maul dashed into the kitchen and emerged moments later
brandishing a straight-edged knife.

"NO."

"Obi." Maul was exasperated. "No boyfriend of mine is going to have facial
hair." Oops. Maul smacked his forehead. He just called Kenobi his boyfriend. AND
he used the possessive case.

Obi-Wan was thoroughly amused. "Well, since you put it so nicely."
Maul pushed Kenobi back to the floor and sat on his chest.

//Just hold still.//

//I hope you know what you're doing.//

//Of course I do.//

A tightening of Obi-Wan's lower parts reminded him of his currently
frustrated state. "Just hurry up."

Maul set about his task, removing his boyfr... er... Obi's beard.

Oh shit. Obi-Wan had started to weave his fingers through Maul's horns and
rubbed around the base of his central horn. Growling, he quickly finished
shaving Obi's beard and threw the knife aside. It swung wide and cracked
his Metallica CD. Kenobi flashed him an innocent smile.

"You..." Maul started, but the predatory look in Obi-Wan's eyes silenced
him. Maul knew that Kenobi had every intention of fucking him into next
week. Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him, tongue
twisting over his.

/Life loves me./ Maul thought, just before a not-so-gentle force shove
sent him sprawling on his back on the floor half way across the room. He
skidded and came to a halt just short of his Playstation 2.

Kenobi stalked over and straddled Maul's chest.

//Regimental again?//

//Wouldn't dream of breaking tradition.//

Maul's hands reached up and cupped Obi-Wan's ass under the kilt and Kenobi
gave a low growl. "Suck."

He lifted Obi's kilt over his head and ducked inside. Maul took in the
very erect cock, and slowly drew his tongue along the underside. He was
pleased with himself when Obi-Wan gave a cry and writhed.

Maul continued to tease his tongue all along the length of Obi-Wan's
saber. Kenobi gave another strangled shout when he flicked at the small
slit, already dripping with pre-cum. It was comforting to have the
familiar sensation of a hot, wet, and writhing Obi-Wan fill his mouth
again. Maul continued to suck until Obi arched his back and came with a
wail that could be heard for several blocks.

/I am (still) hot shit./

Kenobi kept spurting into his throat and Maul sucked him all in until the
cock grew flaccid in his mouth and Obi slipped out.

Obi-wan collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily.

//I missed you.//

//Me too.//

ARGH! He had meant to grunt, or say anything else but that! He felt more
than heard Obi chuckle on top of him. "Take off your shirt." Maul obeyed.
His brain was not in a position to point out that he just followed
Kenobi's orders without protest.

"Maul, turn over." Kenobi commanded, giving Maul space to flip under him.
Obi-Wan slid down, yanking off Maul's offending boots and jeans. He didn't
bother with his own boots, it'd take too long to undo the lacing on his
Docs, and so he satisfied himself by peeling off his own t-shirt. The kilt
and jacket were carefully laid aside, of course.

A warm, wet tongue trailed down Maul's back and lapped at the dimple just
above the cleft of his ass. Maul purred. It wasn't becoming of an ex-Sith,
but he just couldn't be bothered at the moment. Obi-Wan's tongue lapped at
the spot for a few moments longer then slid down *further*. Obi began to
rim his hole and Maul decided that thinking was too much of a bother
anyway.

Obi-Wan smeared lube on his cock from a small tube he had brought with
him.

Kenobi buried his cock to the hilt in one stroke.

Maul howled and gouged his carpet with his horns. Fuck! It hurt! Obi was
thick, and he felt like he'd been split open.

//You like this don't you, Maul?//

//Yes.//

//You like it when I fuck your ass, don't you?//

//YES! Now shut up and fuck me.//

Kenobi's breathing became laboured. Maul's velvet orifice surrounded him
and it was so hot. He increased the speed of his thrusts, using the Force
to drive Maul into the carpet repeatedly.

The friction caused by being ground against the carpet added to the heat
of Maul's rigid cock. Obi-Wan sent Force tendrils to wrap around and
squeeze his saber. Maul was brought to the edge quickly, his orgasm coming
like a quake ripping through his body.

A few moments later, Obi-Wan came and shuddered, spilling his hot seed
into Maul. Both men lost consciousness for a few moments.

When Obi came to, he found himself lying on the floor, Maul hovering over
him.

//Ready for round two?//

Obi-Wan looked up and admired the view, openly leering at Maul.

Maul growled, then threw Kenobi over his shoulder, carrying him into the
bedroom. He put Obi down on the bed with an audible thud.

***

It was almost 6am when Obi-Wan stirred, finding his face buried in the
crook of Maul's neck. He had dozed off after they had had sex for the
fourteenth time. Maul was already awake, observing him.

*Yawn* //Morning.// He stretched languidly. 

Maul grunted. He was caught cuddling Obi. Worse, he was caught cuddling
Obi AND watching him sleep.

He felt Kenobi chuckle in his head.

//I have to go back. I have to be awake in about three hours to train
Anakin.//

Maul made a face, but let Obi get up. They were both stiff from last
night's and this morning's... activities.

//Later.// Maul projected. Talking was too much of an effort at this hour.
He felt Obi's caress in his mind before the Jedi walked out of the
bedroom. He heard his front door slam shut a few minutes later, and went
back to sleep.

***

Obi-Wan Kenobi stumbled into his apartment shortly after 6am and collapsed
onto the couch in an undignified heap. Sleep. He needed to sleep. Within
seconds he fell into oblivion. A few seconds later he heard the loud,
amused voice of his Padawan.

"Good morning, Master!" Anakin called out.

"Will you fucking keep it down?!" Groaned a half conscious Obi-Wan from
his place on the couch.

"But Master, it's almost 9am. We have the sparring room booked at the
temple."

"Give me ten minutes." Obi-wan fell back to sleep, snoring loudly.

***

Anakin stepped into the Jedi temple with his tired Master, who was limping
strangely.

"Good morning, Master Yoda." Obi-Wan Kenobi respectfully greeted the
diminutive green creature as he and Anakin passed by in the temple lobby.

"Greetings, Obi-Wan." Yoda nodded to him and Anakin, "Young Padawan, a
good morning to you also."

Yoda squinted and nodded sagely to Master Kenobi. "Shaved your beard you 
have, Obi-Wan. Look like your young padawan's brother, you do."

"NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

***

The end.

Note: Maul=Dex idea from Basingstoke.

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