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Voice;

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This coat is too big for Maul. I think you should get your money back.

[But more importantly - he'd never actually received a holiday gift before - he needs to have certain information.]

What... are these food stuffs made of?

Voice;

[lightthedarkness]

It's not for Maul, it's for you. Maul has a different coat entirely.

And the cookies are gingerbread, so sweet but not super sweet.

Voice;

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I've never had a coat before.

[Literally. He still has like... two pairs of pants and his armour.]

How did you figure out how to make it fit?

Is there meat in gingerbread?

Voice;

[lightthedarkness]

You said you didn't want to go shopping, but I still wanted to get you something useful, especially if it keeps staying so cold.

And Maul helped.

No, there's EGG but that's super pushing it.

Voice;

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A weapon is also useful... but this is something I could use with the temperatures dropping.

Hmm, of course brother would.

[There's a soft crunch as he tastes a cookie. Then a snort.]

It's... very sweet.

GOOD...im so glad c:

[givehead]

(There were many things that Dirk would rib Savage for, but ironically, this wasn't one of them. He remains oblivious, but when Savage switches to voice, Dirk switches to avoid an awkward exchange.)

It does. (He snickers quietly at the idea of this dude's bro getting some while Savage sat around doing jack all.)

It's a hoofed beast with antlers. (Dirk grins wider as the suggestion was accepted. Hell yes.)

Sure, man. Want me to bring anything special?

[givehead]

I dunno, dude. There are all kinds of internet forms that practically demand I review hot, steamy alien sex.

(He's a slave to the masses, Savage. What would his fans do if he fell silent on such a pivotal life experience?

There are more important things than teasing Savage though. Primarily, boning Savage. Or getting boned by Savage. Dirk was open-minded. He moves to enter his humble abode- and it really is quite humble for the moment. He wasn't sure if he wanted to shack up permanently here, but it would work as a good safehouse. There were metal hunks everywhere. One of his robots sat in the corner, an identical replica of Dirk except in silver metal parts fused together. It lifts its head, red lenses reflecting briefly.)

Stand down, Brobot. (The command translates well and the robot lowers its head.)

So. (Dirk's realizing that this is his first actual attempt at a random lay. He has literally no fucking clue what he's doing, but he'd rather die than act like that. The kitchen's right there so he tucks his hands into his pockets and pivots on his heel, leaning a hip back against the island.

Act cool.)

Should I offer you a drink here or do you just want to skip the bullshit and head to the bedroom?

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Sounds like something I would eat.

[But then again, Savage was willing to eat most things that lived and breathed. There was no point wasting good meat. Dirk was rather worldly for a the last human who didn't claim to have many human associations growing up.]

You can decide what to bring. You seem eager with your creativity.

[Though, one question seemed important.]

You talk to many people if your post is any indication. Why are so lonely you choose to spend the time with me?

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[Savage huffed and shook his head because he highly doubted anything about this was going to be considered hot and steamy, though perhaps Dirk had such low expectations that fumbling and being rough was considered worth any kind of review.]

How about we keep this on the quiet side until we've proven we both enjoy it?

[He stepped into the cabin and looked around, the glow of his eyes standing out in the dark. He stepped over metal pieces strewn around like he was used to doing so. He looked around, and it was the kind of simple abode that he could appreciate. He did pause briefly at the droid activating to his presence, but he didn't break it because Dirk deactivated it just as quickly.]

You build droids that look like yourself? [That was a bit... sad, wasn't it?

He looked at Dirk, perceiving a touch of inexperience with the stance and the gamely attitude. He looked around as he continued to move forward, and he stepped into the kitchen area with a low rattling growling sound from his throat.]

I don't think we're here for your hospitality skills. How about we see how far your courage goes for this?

Voice;

[lightthedarkness]

I wouldn't be able to get you a lightsaber even if I thought that would make you a good gift, which I don't, by the way.

You are many things, Savage, but not even YOU can withstand the endless cold.

So... you don't like it?

Voice;

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I have a lightsaber, and I have no use for another. I'm still just surprised to managed to manufacture a coat that fits.

No, I don't enjoy the cold at all.

[He'd give her that. He endured many things, but extreme cold hadn't been one of them. Dathomir wasn't one to receive snow.]

I don't... know. I've never eaten sweet foods before.

[givehead]

Me too, probably.

(Once you've survived in the middle of the ocean, you're willing to eat just about anything.

Dirk had plenty of time to study. And watch a metric fuckton of movies.)

I am. What can I say? I'm oozing with juices. Creatively, I mean.

(He's sooo funny.

The question manages to catch him off guard.)

Why not? I like you, you like me. The arrangement works. (And Savage didn't complicate complicated things. Dirk liked that. But he wasn't about to say as much.)

[givehead]

(It's kind of true, but de Nile river was a beautiful sight this time of year. The request for privacy makes Dirk hesitate a second and feel a weird shift. He shuts off the part of his mind that springs up with paranoia, swiftly and effectively, his face a blank mask.)

You want to keep it on the downlow. Sure. I get it.

(He shrugs as if to show how unbothered he was by the idea. And he wasn't...Bothered. It just made him feel weird in a way he didn't feel like examining right now.)

Sure. It's the most familiar idea of a human I've got. (Even though he did consume plenty of media, he had spent more of his life with the idea of himself as the only real idea of a currently existing human male.)

I had another droid that looks like a bunny.

(With sunglasses like his, but still!)

Well, thank fuck 'cause I don't got any. (He's actually kind of relieved. He slips away from the counter. Part of him wants to grab Savage's hand to lead him, but instead, he just nods his head for Savage to follow.)

It'll go all the way if you let it. (He heads to his bedroom, which is a bit more of a mess, but at least he has a spacious mattress. The bed wasn't made, but it was clean, the sheets smelling a bit like citrus. There was no bedframe. The bed was just on the floor, and the ground was littered with clothes, puppets, and robot parts, yet again.

There were some random knives sticking out of the wall, and he had already hung up a few artistic pictures of muscular men dressed up as horses. Sorry, Savage.

It really did seem like he had just arrived and was still figuring out what to do with himself. He spins around to face Savage yet again, hand on hip, other hand in air.)

Okay, ground rules. First, the glasses stay on during sex. Second, I can do top or bottom. Third, you can slap my ass but I'll break your jaw if you try and slap my face. It will just make my fight or fight reaction kick. You can pull my hair, but if you pull it out, I will be pissed and not in a sexy way.

Christmas Gift

[survivalthroughhate]

[Maul, after he's completed his task of giving out gifts to his close friends in his most Maul-ish way, has one gift left to give. He leaves a large pile of coins wrapped up in a gothic kerchief, almost half of what Paimon had given him when Maul wished for them.

He puts a note beside it, the script blocky and large given Maul's lack of practicing writing growing up.]

It is traditional to give gifts to loved ones in some cultures and worlds this time of year. I know you will like it immensely. [Maul knows Savage has always had a fondness for money in any form.] Merry Christmas, my brother. Having you here this year is the best present I could ask for.

[Then he curls up next to his brother and falls fast asleep, exhausted from being up almost the entire night.]

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[He watched the change in how Dirk held himself, and a part of him wanted to ignore it because what was the point? He wasn't one to gloat about his conquests, and he also wasn't even certain how well this would work given he was so much bigger and filled out than any of his previous experiences. They could both fail miserably and promise to never speak of it again.

At first, he decided it wasn't worth questioning why Dirk went from trying to impress him with hospitality to guarded. Or maybe uncomfortable? One of the two, he thought.]

It looks nothing like the droids I've had experience with. How breakable is it?

[Savage was not above smashing droids when they were in the way, even if they had technically been on his side at the time. If they were in the way, they had to go. Also, they were easier to practice certain lightsaber forms with rather than let his Master beat him into the ground over and over.

He cast one last lingering look to the droid before following Dirk through the small abode to the bedroom, and it was better than most in his opinion. It wasn't fancy, and no bedframe meant that there was nothing to break. It was for the best in his opinion. He stepped over more machinery parts and looked around. He lifted a finger to push against the hilts of one of the knives, letting it wobble in the wall before moving on.

Yet, he turned to stare at Dirk when there were ground rules. How novel. He'd never dealt in safe words or rules before, and he was curious of the fact there were so many. Some more warnings than rules, but he rubbed his chin with his fingers as he considered. Did he have rules? Aside from 'no' means 'no', he couldn't think of any.]

Do you shoot laser bolts from your eyes? [It was a pressing question that needed answering.] I don't... have rules. Or safe words. Only if you or I says stop or no, we do.

[On one hand, he felt a little foolish for not having rules, and it called into question so many things that could be wrong with his upbringing. They were raised to push the limits, to follow orders and give them, but in the end, they were slaves to the Nightsisters and no amount of 'stop' or 'no' would be given an ear.

More importantly, he rounded back to the kitchen conversation as he approached Dirk. He should just let it go, but they had been upfront with each other so far and he could appreciate that.]

Something happened when I said to keep this quiet. Why?

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Are you a carnivore human?

[Even if Dirk wasn't, he'd forgive the younger man. Savage did appreciate others who could enjoy meat as much as he did though.]

Where does your creativity ooze from? I didn't see much oozing when we spent time together.

[There was an ejaculation joke in there somewhere, but he was too serious to make it or think too much about it.]

Like is a bit... strong, don't you think? [That suggested he and Dirk emotionally engaged, which they one-hundred percent did. He was all for clinging to denial. It was easier that way.] I have no complaints about the arrangement. You can show me more of that creative oozing if you come over.

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[Savage rolled over and curled an arm and most of his body around Maul, welcoming his brother to sleep. He, of course, was unaware of the gift until morning when he woke naturally to the early hours. He rolled over and found the gift and note, recognizing Maul's blocky script.

It took him time to read and then comprehend the words before he opened the gift to find golden coins. He immediately brightened as he picked each one up to examine it. They weren't credits, but they were definitely of monetary value.

So much for getting out of bed. He rolled back over and collected his elder brother in a bone-crushing embrace. Talk about a gift that would keep on giving. His purr was loud and deep, rumbling his chest.]

[givehead]

Not very. It's a combat droid so it's meant to take a serious beating.

(Granted, there were always improvements to be made. Brobot's core was made of sturdier stuff than traditional metals. It was far more future-tech than it might have appeared. There were other droids in the house, but they were probably somewhere in the backyard having another epic rap battle.

Dirk stares back at Savage after he's laid out the rules. Dirk was more than a Type A personality. If he didn't feel like he had absolute control and jurisdiction over a situation? Yeah, no. That just didn't happen. It wasn't an option.)

No. (He wished though.) Works for me. No means no. Clear enough stipulation.

(Dirk might develop more rules later, but as of right now, his experience was woefully limited. He's hoping to move the situation to some form of nudity, even moving his fingers to the edge of his own shirt when Savage asks an unexpected question. His arms fall flat next to his sides and he stares at Savage.)

I was just thinking. (Obviously. Overthinking, more like.) It's unimportant.

(He gazes away from Savage, to the bed.) You really do not need to be exposed to my head issues. I'd rather keep it light.

[givehead]

All humans are omnivores despite what some may say. I'm just not a picky eater. Apocalypse and all.

(You know how it be. He hasn't really been able to enjoy actual cuisine. Mostly he has just eaten what he could when he could.)

From several holes all at once. Maybe you didn't inspire me.

(He's only teasing. Savage inspired plenty.

He laughs at the like thing.)

Okay, sure. Does 'tolerate' work for you? (It was easier. For both of them.)

Sweet. Do you have any kinks? Like, would you lose your fucking mind if I came over in thigh highs or something?

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I wish to fight your droid in future then. It would be good practice.

[The Clone Wars was all about mass production, and while improvements were made, even the basic model 631 droids had their uses. They were easily destroyed by someone that knew how, but their numbers made them effective. So, yes, he wanted to know more about Dirk and the droids. An immortal human and his army of droids could be entertaining.

Simple answer and he had no reason to pressure more than that. Sunglasses stayed on for whatever they did. He could appreciate the need to guard certain features.]

What's your... safe word again?

[He didn't even know how one would be used, but he imagined it had something to do along the lines of stoppage of any activity if it was sounded. Kind of like surrender but with less potential for prison camps. Or nothing like that, but he expected that he would find out if it ever came up. After all, Dirk could seemingly shove him through a wall or two if he crossed a boundary.

He gave a soft amused noise in his throat as he began to unstrap his paldrons and slip them down his arms and onto the floor out of the way.]

My brother is Darth Maul; I doubt your head issues can top his. His hatred and fury are so deep he survived being cut in half. This isn't going to work if you aren't comfortable.

[givehead]

We can arrange that.

(He preferred to keep Brobot up to speed and in use. Nothing sadder than a robot left behind. One day they really would have to arrange a sweet showdown. Dirk was sure it would be satisfying on every level.)

Fluttershy.

(It would be clear once it happened - if it happened. Dirk had never actually used a safeword before mostly because he felt he probably didn't have a limit that could be met. It's true enough that he'd rather put Savage through a wall if he felt startled rather than actually stop what was going on.

Dirk's a bit relieved to see Savage start to undress. He gets working on his own shoes, snapping off his belt.)

There are different head issues. It's not really a competition. I don't really have anger issues. (He drops the belt.)

I'm fine. But I guess I want to know why you want to keep it private?

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Apocalypse does limit resources, so I suppose you get used to eating anything. Perhaps we'll share meat then. Any maybe cheese. It depends if my brother ate it all.

[Savage often didn't even bother cooking his meat, so when others did, it was a novelty. Also, traveling through space meant that rations were the go-to, as much as he disliked them. They were food.]

Perhaps I didn't... That is something to be rectified in future.

[If anything, even the teasing just made him more determined to get some oozing, creative or otherwise. No one could say he didn't take on a challenge.]

Yes, I think tolerate is are more accurate. [He wasn't certain he could risk attachment; in fact, he'd literally never been attached to anyone outside of his brothers. it would be weird to realize he even could.]

I like biting and scratching. [He snorted at the idea of thigh highs.] Dirk, my village doesn't even have thigh highs. The biggest clothing kink we had was just being naked. Maybe some rope for a little forced helplessness.

But you can wear whatever you want. I'll let you know if I find it appealing.

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Good.

[He looked forward to it. Combat was something that he derived a great amount of joy out of, and it might just be the only thing so far. Sure he liked the Lego projects, but they didn't exactly get the blood pumping and his adrenaline up.]

Right. The pony no one can be aroused over.

[He would prefer the far more direct kick through walls than having to consider a word. He was more of a direct sort, not that he was against having moments of softness and slowing down. He didn't consider any of this a race to the finish. He worked open the snaps and then the zipper of his breastplate, working it slowly off of his shoulders and down his arms, removing it in one piece.]

My brother is a complex set of issues. [But they weren't here to actually talk about his brother. That would just make it weird.] You lived alone, you said. Social species aren't meant to live alone.

[He was pulling his black fabric tunic over his head when Dirk replied with a question of his own.]

Because my affairs behind close doors are mine. I don't choose to have things for myself often, so when I do, I like to keep it as much mine as possible. [He sighed through his nose.] My brother and his weird female are very nosy. They'll want to celebrate like I'm losing my virginity or something. They probably mean well, but I dislike the attention.

[He folded his tunic and dropped it on his breastplate.] I'm not ashamed of any of this. Most of my experience is with males.

[givehead]

Wow, thanks. I'm flattered. I'll bring some food too.

(Dirk didn't usually eat raw, but he probably wouldn't be averse to it either. He was trying to enjoy food a bit more normally now that he was in a place with more resources at the ready.

He snickers quietly on his end of the call.)

I look forward to it.

(They both functioned well with competition. It felt exciting to have found someone who wanted to do better each and every time. He wasn't about to admit that it made him feel worthwhile.)

Good to know. You seem like you would. (He laughs because yeah, okay, that's not shocking that Savage's village wasn't out there exploring kink.)

Okay, then I'll have to show you a whole new world. (Even if Savage wasn't into it, Dirk liked the idea of it enough that it would still be worth it. He starts darting around to get ready.)

It will be a magical Christmas.

[givehead]

Not unless they're a total freak. And not the sexy kind of freak.

(Savage was learning. Dirk was so proud. Dirk didn't anticipate moments of softness. Not just with Savage, but across the board. People who lived soft life didn't know how to brace for soft gestures.

Dirk gracefully slips his shirt off without disturbing his glasses. He has a muscular form, lean, and riddled with various scars. Mostly sword scars, but a few other knicks. Those had come from before his immortality. There was an abundance of freckles over his shoulders. He watches Savage from the corner of his eye dressing down.)

I have no doubt he is. (There were complex ways people got fucked up by.) No, I suppose they aren't. It can make social interactions tricky to understand.

(Which is the closest he will get to admitting he felt awkward sometimes just by being around others.

As Savage explains his desire for privacy, Dirk actually begins to relax. His theories had been far worse in his head. He slips out of his jeans, leaving him in just plain orange boxer briefs. His socks come off last.)

Okay, I can respect that. (And he actually can, his tone more confident and comfortable than the shuttered one from before. He smirks at Savage.) I will keep it insufferably vague then. (The idea of holding the 'did they or didn't they' thing over someone's head was thrilling.)

Okay, cool. (It was cool. He felt better by miles. This wasn't a Jake situation. This was just two adults. He moves to sit on the middle of the bed, sprawling against it.)

Come show me some of that experience then.