Title: Analyzing A Good Thing
Author: Carmarthen (lacorneille@earthlink.net)
Fandom/Pairing: Star Wars: The Phantom Menace; Obi-Wan/Darth Maul
Disclaimer: They belong to Lucasfilm, not me. I am a wicked girl who's just having a bit of fun with no official sanction whatsoever.
Rating: PG-13 for language and implied sex.
Spoilers: None that I'm aware of; set pre-TPM.
Summary: Obi-Wan is discontented, Maul is mocking, and they almost, but not quite, manage to communicate.
Warnings: Implied slash, meaning men boinking other men.
Archive: Only my personal site
(http://thewritegirls.populli.net/carmarthen), unless
She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named decides to make a collection of the
responses, in which case she can have it.
Notes: She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named made the challenge ("Fuck me,
Obi-Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope...") and I answered it, again, this
time more seriously. This snippet assumes an illicit affair between
Maul and Obi-Wan pre-TPM and is now trying to take over my brain.
Also, you have no idea how hard it is for me to separate canon Maul from Sith Academy Maul. I mean, sheesh.
Which canon? Movie-canon only, although some of my theories about spice are colored by one of the Boba Fett stories (possibly The Last Man Standing from Tales of the Bounty Hunters).
"Why are you always so silent?" Obi-Wan asked once, after a round of frenzied, furtive sex in a seedy Coruscant motel room.
His companion opened one lazy yellow eye and glared. He had the pinpoint pupils of a spice addict, but Obi-Wan knew that whatever the man had done in the past, he wasn't a spicer now. "What," he growled, "you expect me to fall at your feet, whining like a Jedi?" He sat up, sneering. "Fuck me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope?"
"No," Obi-Wan said, reaching out to stroke the man's jagged horns in a placating gesture. "It's just -- you know who I am -- a Jedi padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You know I risk being thrown out of the Temple for this." Obi-Wan's gesture encompassed the dingy room, the sweat- and semen-stained sheets, the tattoed, horned near-human in the bed with him. "I do it anyway. But I know nothing about you. I don't even know your name."
"This is why Jedi are weak," the man said. "You always analyze a good thing to death."
"I can't help it."
The man sighed. "Very well. I will give you this: I have said more to you in the last hour than I say to everyone else in a month."
Obi-Wan was silent.
The man rolled over and cupped Obi-Wan's face in one strong hand, fixing him with his uncanny yellow gaze. Then he leaned in and kissed Obi-Wan, very gently, drew back, and whispered, "Well, then. Fuck me, Obi-Wan Kenobi? You're my only hope."
Only a hint of a smirk betrayed him.
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