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[Darth Arcanos]

Azar stood there pouting and fully expected to stand there all day just to make a point. Instead of bickering with him, Trael simply smiled. Azar eyed him suspiciously, “What are you-Hey!” He yelped as the other man abruptly scooped him up. He was so surprised by the gesture that he was silent for the first few seconds, gripping onto Trael’s shoulders as he was carried over, “Unhand me!” He protested, but Trael would be able to tell just by his voice that he was trying hard not to smile. Azar had made the same dramatic protest as when Trael tossed him over his shoulder back on Nar Shaddaa.

“Well,” Azar said with a huff as he was set down, “You may have gotten me this far, but that..doesn’t.. Mean..” He began to trail off as Trael began to strip, making a show of tossing the last bits of his clothing off, “Won’t…go into.. Spring..” Azar tried to keep complaining, his gaze tracing down Trael’s muscular torso, the arch of his lower back, his very shapely ass and perfectly toned legs. This was certainly a view he hadn’t entertained often from the other man and Azar stared vacantly, forgetting what he was whining about.

“Huh?” He blurted out when Trael called him over. Azar sighed and shook himself out of his reverie, mentally chastising himself for gawking at his own boyfriend like a lovesick puppy. He shrugged off his clothing, his slender but toned torso on display along with the copious amounts of tattoos that decorated his red skin. His ornate nipple and bellybutton piercings glinted in the sun, the dragon tattoo Vossari had carved on him taking up a sizeable portion of his right shoulder blade.

Azar dipped a toe into the hot spring before finally sliding in, taking a moment to admire the stunning springs and natural beauty all around them. His muscles felt better at once and he could feel the gunk washing away, his mood improving immediately. Azar waded over towards Trael, smirking at him, “I’m still mad at you,” He said unconvincingly, moving in close and placing his hands on his chest as he gazed up at him.

Instead of kissing him, however, Azar took a moment to study Trael. He used the Force to call the backpack closer, leaning over to dig through it again. After a minute, he pulled out his travel soaps and shampoos. He squirted some into his hands and waded back over to Trael, “Get down here,” He commanded, bidding him to bow his head. Azar took some water and began to put the fancy shampoo in Trael's hair and massage his scalp, “Can’t have my man be grimy now, can I?” Azar said as he affectionately washed Trael’s hair and got all the gunk out.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael ignored the suspicious look and even the yelp. He wanted to wash up and arguing wasn't going to help. Besides a short get away in a mountain hot spring sounded like a great idea right now. He smiled as Azar protested to be unhanded his gaze flicking from the path to Azar, "Not yet." He responded playfully, Azar might have been a handful but it always made Trael happy when he was able to alter his mood.

As Trael began to get out of the remaining pieces of clothing he heard Azar start to protest, oddly he seemed to trail off. Trael didn't register it was from him stripping. He was more occupied with getting himself clean so he wouldn't hear complaints from Azar when he wanted to be affectionate. It was Trael's turn to gawk as he watched Azar shrug out of his clothing. His gaze wandered across Azar's body taking in the toned torso. He traced along the various tattoos noting a couple new ones and some piercings. The dragon tattoo in particular caught his attention. It was a great quality tattoo and was exceptionally unique compared to the rest.

His gaze followed Azar as he made his way into the spring. Despite being surrounded by the beauty of nature it was Azar that drew his gaze and held it now. He watched as Azar made his way over, "Still? How could I change that?" He said teasingly. He smiled as Azar reached him and gazed up at him. He met his gaze, as he enjoyed just being alone with his boyfriend.

Trael was expecting a kiss, so when Azar called the backpack to him and began fumbling around he quirked a brow at the Pureblood. Azar pulled put soaps and shampoos, he put some in his hand and made his way back over. When he demanded Trael bow his head he looked at Azar skeptically as he did unsure what exactly was going on.

He then felt Azar began to massage his scalp with the soap. Traels face started turning red quickly, he wasn't even remotely prepared for something this affectionate. "I..don't think so." He said as he felt his face get hotter, luckily he could always blame the heat. "Are you planning on washing me completely? If so, I'm returning the favor." He assured Azar knowing this wasn't going to be a one sided affair.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar used hydrokinesis to bring up the water and turn it into a makeshift shower over Trael’s head to rinse out the shampoo. He was in the process of applying some more when Trael asked if he was going to wash him completely. Azar spotted the blush on his face and grinned, “Would you like me to?” He asked rhetorically, already moving to grab a few washcloths. Azar always packed for every situation, which was the only positive side of his ridiculously heavy bags.

He soaped up one of the washcloths and slid it along Trael’s chest, every gesture a mixture of affectionate and sensual. Azar stayed close, gazing up at his man with tenderness and adoration in his eyes. Without any distractions or mortal peril, Trael would clearly see the fondness there. Azar leaned in close, washing away the bubbles and soap off Trael’s chest. He followed it up with gentle kisses along Trael’s collarbone, tracing them down his chest where he finished washing. Azar drew back to look at Trael as his hand slid down the side of his body, washing along his hip and thigh.

“I’ve grown so fond of you, Trael..” He said barely above a whisper as he gazed into his eyes. However, he briefly looked away, a crestfallen look crossing his face, “I know…I can’t give you..what women can..” Azar said with a sigh, reminded of the absurd report Karys had dropped on him. He was reminded of it each time he felt strong emotions for Trael, and he felt strongly right now. Azar chewed on his lip, but he kept bathing Trael, washing along his arm and tracing the cloth against his bicep.

“I will…understand if you choose to walk away for a woman,” Azar said, “And if this is all temporary,” It pained him to say, but he wouldn’t hold Trael back, “I will treasure every moment I have with you, darling.”

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael noticed Azar moving away as he asked if he wanted Azar to wash him. “It seems you already know the answer.” He replied with a smirk. When he noticed Azar pulling out the washcloths he was quickly realizing why the bags seemed to get heavier. Azar prepared for any and all events. He even had bath supplies packed on a hiking trip to find a dragon. Trael just chuckled to himself as the absurdity of the situation played in his head.

Trael watched as he lathered the washcloth. When Azar began to rub the washcloth along his body to wash it Trael was caught off guard. It was a euphoric sensation he wasn’t expecting. Every gesture sent bolts of electricity through him. He had felt Azar’s touch before but something about this was completely different. Trael gazed down looking into Azar’s eyes the affection and fondness in them unmistakable. As Azar cleaned off the bubbles he began to kiss along his collarbone and make his way down to his chest. Trael’s body had goosebumps all over it.

When Azar pulled back to look at him Trael was lovingly gazing at him. A soft smile formed as Azar began telling Trael he had grown so fond of him. His faced dropped as he saw Azar look away with a crestfallen expression. Trael couldn’t hide his look of sadness at the next words Azar spoke. Is he talking about what I think? “Are you talking about children? There’s ways for us to do that. I don’t need a woman for anything.” He asked wanting to make sure he understood what Azar was saying fully. His gaze stayed on the Pureblood as he began to wash his arm.

He let Azar finish before pulling him into a hug. “I’m not walking away from you unless you tell me to.” He whispered as he held him, “I want this to last till the history books refer to this time as the ancient period.” He continued, “I’ve treasured every moment I’ve had with you because you’ve made me strive to be a better man.” He said kissing Azar’s forehead. He wanted to make everything clear for Azar leaving no room for doubts or anything.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar couldn’t help but have those reports float through his mind each time. He couldn’t even look at Trael because he expected the man to silently mull over all this, parse through what he said, formulate the right words to soften the blow. However, there was no hesitation as Trael asked if he meant about children. Azar gazed at Trael then, blinking in surprise - he hadn’t considered just that, but evidently that’s how Trael saw it. He remained in stunned silence as Trael very concisely articulated where he stood.

“I..” Azar barely got out before Trael pulled him into an embrace. He buried his face against Trael’s chest, fighting back the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. He hadn’t expected the other man to answer so surely and without even having to think about it. It meant more to Azar than he could put into words, so he simply smiled against his chest until Trael leaned in to kiss his forehead.

“Then you’re stuck with me,” Azar said with a smile, “Because I want to be with you for all the chapters you go through..” He said, tracing the washcloth down along his stomach, “Good or bad, difficult or easy, all of it,” Azar smiled up at him again.

“I distinctly recall you saying you would be returning the favor, sir,” Azar quipped playfully, handing Trael the other washcloth. He turned around and leaned into Trael, his back pressed against his chest. His rear teasingly brushed Trael’s crotch under the hot water, though Azar remained nonchalant about it as if he didn't notice. Azar used the Force to disperse the soap in the water, causing vibrations along the surface to turn the springs into a bubble bath.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael had thought about his feelings towards Azar his entire prison sentence to a degree. If it wasn’t directly on how he felt it was on if he wanted other men. Sometimes he wondered if he was even into women anymore. But as he thought on it longer and changed how he approached it. He began to realize something, he wasn’t into just men or women, he didn’t care for either of those the only person he wanted or needed was Azar.

Seeing Azar smiling again brought joy to Trael. He smiled as Azar stated that he was stuck with him. The smile only got wider as Azar continued, “Well that’s good. Cause I want you to be there for the rest of my story.” He remarked softly. Trael had been assuming Azar would be there for his future milestones. To get a confirmation from him made Trael all the more happier right now.

Azar playfully reminded him that he said he would return the favor. He took the washcloth as was about to begin washing Azar when he felt a particular cake brush against his crotch. Trael tried to keep himself together just long enough to do some actual cleaning. He began by rubbing Azar’s shoulders as the bubble bath was forming. He cleaned the bubbles off shortly after. He then started to wash Azar’s chest slowly making his way down to his abdomen before leaning in.

“I think I’ve scrubbed enough.” He whispered into Azar’s ear as he wrapped both arms around the man's waist pulling him close. “I’m in the mood for some dessert.” He whispered as he began kissing along Azar’s neck. His gaze scanned the room till it settled on a massage table. He smirked as he hoisted Azar up bridal style and carried him over to it. He set the Pureblood on it before he began kissing him and slowly giving into his desires.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar was glad he was looking away because when Trael spoke about the rest of his story, his face flushed vividly purple. Did Trael know what he was saying? Did Trael know how he made it sound? That he wanted to spend a lifetime with Azar? No, surely he was just caught in the heat of the moment. Azar’s heart beat rapidly, but he said nothing about it. Actions spoke louder than words and he would see how consistent Trael would be now that there was no prison time to keep them apart.

He exhaled in satisfaction as Trael started working on his shoulders, closing his eyes. Everything about this was perfect, the hot water, the bubbles, Trael’s touch, the brief break from the perils of their mission. Azar actually favored this over the baths at his royal palace back on Korriban.

As his boyfriend washed his chest, Azar wiggled his ass around a bit to make things harder for Trael. He knew exactly what he was doing, but he only smirked to himself and relaxed against Trael as the bubbles and warm water washed over him. He giggled as he heard Trael whisper against his ear, tugged close by the waist. The kisses against his neck caused goosebumps along his body and he gasped as he was abruptly swept off his feet.

“Heeeey we just got started,” Azar mock whined with his arms wrapped around Trael’s neck as the water dripped off his body. When he was set on the stone slab massage table, he took time to kiss the other man. However, he broke away after a moment, “I’m not about to be on a massage table without you giving me a massage first,” Azar declared with a teasing grin.

Without another word, he turned around and casually laid down on his stomach, folding his arms over the slab as he looked over his shoulder, “I have some scented oils in the bag,” Azar said with a smirk before he rested his face against his elbows. Trael would be left standing with desires temporarily unfulfilled and with a wet, nude Azar lying provocatively on a table.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael was trying to actually wash Azar. Yet while he was doing so his boyfriend decided to make things harder. It took every fiber of restraint he had to not give in right then and there wanting to get the soap off first. Trael simply smirked at Azar as he held him, “We’re still just getting started.” He corrected him as he walked out of the spring.

Though in his mind Trael had a good understanding of Azar there were moments that challenged that thought. As he set down Azar and kissed him momentarily, he thought that he was going to delve into the desires that had bubbled to the surface. Yet, that was not the case as Azar declared teasingly he wanted a massage first. Trael’s face immediately went into a slight pout.

Azar turning around and laying provocatively on the table helped very little. Trael just blankly stared at him as he mentioned the scented oil. His desire had reached a breaking point and here Azar was making him wait. He walked over to the bag letting out a long sighas he did. He shuffled around in the bag till he got the oils out and walked back over.

If Azar wanted to tease him like that two could play that game. Trael used pyrokinesis to heat up the scented oils. He applied the now heated oil to his hands and begun massaging Azar starting with his shoulders. As he massaged he applied heat to the area he was touching giving Azar the equivalent of a hot massage but with his hands. He slowly and methodically massaged his way down to Azar’s lower back. He asked Azar if he needed more heat or less, more or less pressure making sure that his boyfriend enjoyed it. Once he got to the lowest part of his back he lingered before skipping the dessert he had been denied and going to his thighs. He slowed down even more here his hands moving teasingly close to areas that Azar favored. He would continue down his legs after a little while before giving him a foot massage.

He walked around and crouched in front of Azar to meet his eyes. His gaze one of burning passion tempered by mischief. He sat there quietly for a few moments. “I’d like a massage too.” He said now wanting to make Azar have to wait. He was not about to be the only one who got temporarily blue balled.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar was relaxing against the stone slab, getting himself comfortable and waiting for Trael to start massaging him. When he felt the touch of the heated oil, Azar gave an audible gasp of surprise before he realized what Trael was doing. It was brilliant and he had never considered that angle for a massage. The Pureblood lowered his head again, feeling his heated hands work through his shoulders and back. Trael would realize right away that Azar had an impossible amount of knots and tension on his shoulders, always carrying that burden without vocalizing it.

“Fuuuuuuck,” He groaned against his arms as Trael worked out the knots, his entire body relaxing. He couldn’t believe how good the pyro enhanced massage felt, “You’re making me feel like a real king,” He half groaned, forgetting all about their mission as he was transported to new realms of ecstasy from this massage.

Azar started getting more excited as Trael’s hands worked further down his back, massaging along his spine and arch of his lower back, “Damn, babe, you really know what you’re doing. Why didn’t you ever do this before?” Azar murmured aloud, completely surrendering himself to Trael’s touch. He didn’t miss how Trael purposely skipped right past his ass, the petty gesture drawing out an amused giggle he stifled against the back of his forearm. However, that changed soon to something closer to a moan when his hands instead worked along his thighs, especially the inner thighs. The amount of teasing was evil, but Azar let it play out.

The foot massage was perhaps his absolute favorite since they were aching badly from the hike, so that took him to new heights. Azar was in heaven by the time Trael walked around to crouch in front of him. The Pureblood tilted his head to look at Trael, smiling, “I’d love to,” He said as he leaned forth to steal a kiss from him.

When it was Azar’s turn, he waited for Trael to lie down on his stomach before he did a trick similar to what he had done. His heated hands worked their magic, dextrous fingers working out the knots and tensions in Trael’s shoulders and back. He took a moment to easily switch things up as a lone finger traced down the entire length of Trael’s spine, the tip of the finger giving the sensation of an ice cube clashing against the heat right before.

He took his time massaging down his body. Unlike Trael, he didn’t skip out on the rear, pressing against muscle and flesh before he kneaded his way down his thighs. He made a point to accidentally have the backs of his hands brush against his more sensitive bits before he made his way down to do the legs and feet.

“Since you’re so muscly, I should do your chest too,” Azar called out after he was done.

Once Trael turned around, Azar reapplied the oil but casually climbed on to straddle his upper stomach. Azar grinned down at him as he started massaging his shoulders and chest. As he worked his way down, he started scooting himself further down his abdomen. He shifted back until his rear touched against something that got in the way. Azar tilted his head with a smirk as he looked down at Trael, his hands planted on his chest.

“Hmm, I suppose I should climb off and we should get back to that hike, eh?”

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael was starting on Azar’s shoulders. He could feel the insane amount of tension and knots that he had. It was as if the weight he had as king and a Sith Lord physically weighed on him. So when he heard the first sounds of enjoyment from Azar it shatter through his bad mood. His expression softened heavily as he started to get through the knots and could feel Azar relax even further.

Trael had gotten through the majority of not all of the knots for now and began working his way down. “We’ve never really had an opportunity to relax like this.” He said softly. Though his mood had softened he still avoided the tush out of principle. He continued along his planned path teasing and massaging until he reached Azar’s feet. When he crouched down in front of Azar and asked for a massage in return he agreed before leaning in for a kiss. Trael couldn’t prevent his mood to swing upwards.

Trael laid down on the massage bed not sure what to expect. It had been years since Trael had a massage, so when Azar began to massage him with heated hands he groaned loudly. “Ohhhhh that’s the spot.” His groans were bordering moans but Azar would know the difference. As Azar made his way through the knots Traels body relaxed in stages and Trael was transported to a state of euphoric ecstasy. When Azar ran the cold finger down his spine his entire body became covered in goosebumps and he had a tingle down his spine.

Azar slowly made his way down Trael’s back taking his time. Azar took the time to massage and kneed his rear which felt better than Trael would ever openly admit. Azar continued down to his thighs, accidentally brushing against his sensitive parts. He went down his legs before giving him a great foot massage. Trael was long overdue for a massage and was lying in extreme relaxation.

Azar called out about massaging his chest. Trael didn’t really think anything of it taking any opportunity to continue this amazing experience.

Trael rolled himself over. He gazed up at Azar as he straddled him and began to rub his shoulders and chest. Azar made his way down his chest slowly scooting back until he had rubbed something that was defiantly stiff. Trael kept his gaze in Azar as he mentioned climbing down and returning to the hike.

Trael sat up, grabbing Azar’s waist and holding him in his lap. “I don’t recall a hike.” He whispered as he leaned in to kiss Azar. He had been unfulfilled once and was not going to let it happen twice in one day. He leaned forward pinning Azar down to the table. His hands wandered up to grab Azar’s wrists as he began to kiss along Azar’s neck down to his shoulder. He pulled back gazing at him full of desire, “Do you remember a hike?” He asked gazing down at his man.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar was teasing Trael as much as he was teasing himself. It was a game of wills and both were struggling at this point. He grinned down at Trael, fire burning in those vibrant yellow eyes. He half expected Trael to keep up the charade and Azar would make an entire show of strutting off back into the water. However, Trael abruptly sat up and grasped him by the waist, eliciting a surprised gasp. The kiss sent a jolt through him, sending entirely new waves of desire that made it impossible to keep any kind of resistance going.

When Trael abruptly pinned him down, Azar was genuinely shocked. And probably more turned on than he had been in a long time. It was a surprising change of pace, but his body reacted very noticeably to the gesture. His wrists were pinned and he gazed up at Trael as he casually spoke about the hike. He closed his eyes and exhaled as Trael kissed along his neck, every brush of his lips as searing as the pyro-enchanced oil.

His foot slid along the side of Trael’s leg, both of their bodies slick with oils. Desire burned hot, but nothing ignited him like the dominant display from Trael. The other man was mostly mild-mannered, so this switch up blew Azar’s mind. Azar wanted this. He wanted more of this Trael. He briefly grinned up at Trael, slipping one of his wrists out of the other man’s grip to wrap his fingers around the man’s neck. He pressed down enough to be only mildly uncomfortable, grabbing Trael down by his neck towards his face, “You’re going to have to work a little hard to hold me down, baby,” He said with a teasing grin. Azar yanked him down into a kiss, hard enough to almost bruise their lips. But during it, he easily flipped them over so he was back to straddling on top, slamming Trael into the stone slab during that switch.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael wasn’t expecting Azar to so noticeably react to his actions. It was obvious he had done something right. So he continued trying to tighten his grip as his body slid along Azar’s body from the oil. He had got in a position where he thought he had the advantage in keeping Azar pinned down. He was growing increasingly confident in himself the longer he was out of prison and more he was around Azar.

He didn’t expect Azar to get free from his grip as he wrapped his hand around Traels neck. It wasn’t painful but it was an uncomfortable feeling. When Azar pulled him close and voiced his challenge he would see a different fire ignite along with the passion in Traels eyes. He may have been rather mild around Azar normally but when directly challenged Trael was a different person. He said nothing as Azar flipped them to play himself straddling Trael. His back was slightly in pain from the flip it was obvious to Trael Azar had used the Force.

He just gazed upward and pulled him down to him with the Force as he met Azar’s lips with a kiss before twisting back to being on top. He didn’t bind Azar’s hands with his own instead using the Force to pin him to the table as he wrapped his fingers around his throat just enough to apply pressure but not pain, “I can go plenty hard.” He hissed as he leaned in to kiss Azar. A whole different form of passion igniting inside of Trael he didn’t know was there. Did Azar awaken this?

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar may have taken on a more dominant role with Vossari, but no one had yet done that with him. He had multiple facets of his personality and they all surfaced based on the situation, who he was with and other subtle nuances. This was a moment he couldn’t have expected in a million years, and it made it all the more enticing. Trael had transformed completely during his time behind bars - gone was the shy man that ran away from Azar when he leaned in close on that ship. Gone was the man that hesitated or doubted himself. Instead, this was a man unafraid to take on any challenge, not too nervous around a Sith Lord he knew could tear him to shreds, willing to take on a clawed beast that was like a coiled spring in his arms. Part of why Azar craved this was because he liked the rare opportunities to simply surrender himself and not be that all-powerful godly figure at all times. He wanted a man that could toss him around and put him in his place as a break from when Azar could put entire planets in place.

The Pureblood was shoved back into the slab with the Force, the effort bodily immobilizing him. He felt Trael’s fingers around his neck, a sultry grin touching his lips. He didn’t mind a bit of pain mixed in with pleasure, and he loved seeing that fire in Trael’s eye. Every kiss tasted that much more delicious when laced with this new fire and the desire was almost overwhelming.

“Oh?” Azar challenged breathlessly in between their heated kissing, fighting against the Force use just enough to press his hips up against Trael’s to tease them both. It was very physically obvious they were both very excited, “What’re you going to do to me?” Azar asked as he gazed up at Trael while biting down on his own bottom lip.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael’s time in prison was spent with a lot of looking inward. It took him a long time to fully accept himself and began the process of bettering himself. Being able to see and work on his weaknesses and faults had changed him greatly. Though he still had a ways to go before he reached his goal he was getting there. His confidence had returned and he was more comfortable just being himself now. So when Azar’s teasing brought him beyond his breaking point he couldn’t help himself from taking charge.

Trael couldn’t deny the rush he got from being more aggressive. He had been taking a back seat for the most part so far. So taking the reins was refreshing and made his desire burn even hotter. Every kiss was like an explosion of passion and desire for Trael making him lose every piece of self control he had left. He was slipping deeper into the abyss that was building up with each touch of his skin against Azar’s.

He heard Azar’s breathless challenge during their charged kissing. Azar lifting up his waist to tease them both just drew Trael even more wild. His excitement wasn’t just physically noticeable but also palpable in the force. He gazed down at Azar as he asked him what he was going to do to him. “Everything I’ve wanted to. I hope you’re ready to get rough.” He said as he leaned down and began kissing Azar as he pulled his waist closer to him.

True to his word and actions Trael took full control this time. They didn’t stay on the massage table long as Trael slammed and pinned Azar to every surface in the room during the heated exchange. A few of the spots having impact cracks from him using the force. They found their way back to the massage table cracking it as well under their intense session where desires that had built up and newly released merged. At the end of it all Azar and Trael were a heap of sweat, oil and some blood on the floor cuddled up. Trael was completely disheveled with nail and bite marks all along his body from Azar, it looked almost like he had fought a wild animal, which wasn’t far from the truth.

Trael laid there rubbing his hands along Azar’s body while kissing his forehead. They had slept together multiple times before but this time it stood out from the rest. The unbridled passion of the two intervened into a completely new experience that Trael would strive to continue repeating. “That was amazing.” He said after a bit of silence pulling Azar more tightly against him.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar wasn’t sure what to expect, but such a tantalizing, heated encounter was certainly not it. Trael remained unwavering through the challenges Azar threw at him, embracing a new role entirely in their lovemaking. It was a dance of two individuals that fully gave into their carnal desires and passions, and one where Azar surrendered himself entirely. He was thrown against multiple surfaces, he left his marks on Trael, his cries of pleasure echoing throughout the natural chamber. He let Trael wrangle and tame him, the other man fully taking control.

It took Azar to new heights of ecstasy, a place he never knew he craved so badly. It was that sensation of completely relinquishing authority, of submitting, of unraveling himself and stripping away his walls as easily as he had stripped away his clothing. There was pain mixed with pleasure for both, but by the end of it, he was still caught in that high.

He was perfectly content to lay there for hours, feeling Trael’s hands traveling along his body. Azar smiled as Trael tenderly kissed his forehead, a complete shift from how they were with each other moments prior. He grasped Trael’s by the chin gently, tilting his face to kiss his lips for a moment. He smiled at Trael after he pulled away, “That was perfect. Where was all that before?” He asked teasingly, “Why don’t you tie me up next time?” Azar giggled as he snuggled against him when he was pulled in tighter. His smaller and slim body fit perfectly into Trael’s arms.

Azar laid there listening to Trael’s heartbeats for a while, actually dozing off when that rhythm lulled him to sleep. He blinked awake some time later when he heard an unnatural noise echoing through the skies. The Sith Lord rubbed his eyes, still trying to make sense of where he was when he heard that noise all over again. He gasped as he quickly moved to sit up, “Is it the dragon?” Azar whispered to Trael.

He quickly scrambled to his feet and almost fell over again, steadying himself, “Ugh, how am I supposed to do any hiking after that?” Azar complained, as if going that hard wasn’t his idea to begin with. He was sore, wobbly and tired, and now the dragon likely made an appearance.

“Come on, baby, we’re filthy,” Azar said as he dragged Trael to his feet to walk back into the water and clean up. He dried off and started putting moisturizer on his face, humming to himself while the noises outside continued. Now it sounded a bit further away. The Pureblood had no sense of being timely during a crisis so the dragon could wait till he was properly groomed and dressed.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael was content just laying with Azar for the time being. The quest they were on fading into the backdrop of this moment. Azar tilted his chin down and kissed him, Trael returned the kiss it was a taste he grew to desire more and more. Trael smiled as Azar regarded him, “It was buried behind uncertainty.” He said softly, “I’d have to get some beskar rope to do that.” He teased back as Azar snuggled up to him.

Trael had grown used to Azar getting up eventually after they had a passionate exchange. So when he noticed Azar dozing off he stared in stunned silence as the man drifted into sleep. He laid there just gazing at Azar as he peacefully slept for a few minutes a soft smile on his lips. This was where he wanted to be most in the galaxy. Somewhere peaceful with Azar in his arms and no worries for what the rest of the galaxy had going on. His gaze turned slightly sorrowful, sadly that dream couldn’t be a reality for the two Sith. Azar was building an empire from Korriban, Trael needed to build his own to assure he was untouchable and that no one could ever threaten Azar’s position.

He looked up at the ceiling as the memories of Nar Shaddaa, Nal Hutta, and Moraband ran through his mind. Him and Azar spent most of their time as Sith only on the terms of knowing the other existed. It wasn’t until Trael threw the party on Nar Shaddaa that they actually took the time to talk. That night also was the catalyst to the happiness he felt currently with Azar in his arms. Trael practically avoided the revelation of his attraction the entire evening after the dance. A few days later and a still conflicted Trael had used the excuse of word on a holocron and kyber crystals to spend more time with the man. The Twi’lek boy that Azar employed, the mugging, Trael becoming known as ‘Slugbreaker’, Trailing the CD operative and saving the boy. All of these were before he even begun to accept his feelings. Then the tumultuous ship ride to Moraband where they grew closer than either likely expected. Finally they had the journey through the temple and the various events that brought each to their limit. Trael was revealed to be a Drast and was almost broken by the news yet he had Azar to lean on same with Azar having to go without the Force.

He drawn out of reminiscing by the sound of something outside. The noise had awoken Azar when the noise was made again and he sprung up. Trael sat up shortly after, trying to discern the noise, “I believe so.” He replied not bothering to whisper. Trael watched as Azar went to stand up and almost fell back down a smirk forming. “I could always carry you.” He offered playfully.

Azar dragged him up claiming they were both filthy, “Can we try to be quick. I doubt the dragon will wait, dear.” He said as he followed him back into the spring. He quickly cleaned himself up and was dried off and dress while Azar was just starting on his moisturizer. Trael just looked at Azar with a judging look but remained silent. Even he wasn’t bold enough to tell Azar not to take his time getting ready. “I’ll wait outside for you to finish. It sounds like it’s moving on.” Trael said as he made his way for the entrance. When he got outside the fog had dissipated a bit due to the wind changes. He could hear what sounded like a wind storm or something in the distance that slowly got further away.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

It was a good thing Trael said nothing about Azar’s getting ready routine because that would have gone over very poorly. He took his time doing his hair, putting on lotion and using makeup on any bruises and bites left behind. He was a King, he couldn’t strut around looking like a common whore regardless of the roles he played with his lovers in private. After almost thirty more minutes, Azar finally emerged after the dragon noises were gone entirely, all the unnatural presence gone to leave behind clear skies.

By the time he came out, he knew Trael would be silently fuming even if he wouldn’t say anything aloud. The Pureblood looked around, grimacing, “Is the sun going down already?” He mused, “How unfortunate. Are you expecting us to go hiking for this thing in the dark?” Azar asked his man sweetly.

Hopefully the sex put Trael in a better mood because Azar was in no mood to chase after the dragon right now. He stared at the sunset for a moment, admiring the skies that became an abstract of colors. Azar stepped next to Trael, entwining their fingers as he watched, leaning his head against his boyfriend’s bicep.

“This is how we first met technically,” Azar said quietly, “Chasing after a dragon,” He said before he giggled, “Maybe I distracted you with my ass scaling up the mountain to make you fall so many times,” Azar couldn’t help it as he started chortling at the memory of both Trael and Cyutadakyr bringing up the rear and finally cresting over the mountain after a century of climbing.

After the sun finally disappeared over the horizon, he turned to face Trael, “Before I forget, I want to give you something,” Azar said, handing over what looked like a small metal panel, “Since you’re in the habit of losing your sabers a lot..” He quirked a brow as he looked at Trael, “Install this on your saberhilt when you construct another. In addition to a tracker, it has an Azar special,” He said with a grin, “If someone other than you grasps the hilt, after a five second timer, it will release a vibroneedle that can pierce through anything short of beskar. At the end of the needle is a poison that will fully paralyze the user even if they're a fully grown orcolan or wookiee…leaving you to do whatever you wish with them,” Azar explained, “Only you can disable this feature with your own biometrics if you want to hand your saber to someone,” He held the panel up for Trael, “Put your hand on it to register your biometrics.”

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael was standing outside gazing down into the volcanic valley below. He followed the rivers of lava that flowed along the landscape. For the first fifteen minutes or so he wasn’t bothered by him taking his time. As the minutes continued to pass he began to pull various rocks and stones to him and spin them around with the force. They looked like a star system spinning around in his hand as he tried to alleviate the boredom of waiting. The dragon had already moved beyond hearing distance and was no longer within reach.

To say he was annoyed at the delay as he saw the sun beginning to set was an understatement. His replicated star system crashed into itself turning into rubble as Azar walked out. He looked back slightly as Azar asked if the sun was going down, “It is. I’d say there’s maybe an hour or so before nightfall.” He replied looking out at the sky. His gaze turned to the path down the mountain and towards where he heard the dragon going towards, “Sadly we can’t, the path is too unknown to risk it. We should’ve left while we still had daylight.” He stated with a sigh.

Trael stood there looking out along the mountain range. He wanted to hunt down the dragon or at least get closer to the nexus and potentially its lair. If he was by himself or just another Sith he would, but he was with Azar and he didn’t want to do something that had the potential of putting him at risk, like climbing a mountain at night. He was zoned out partially when Azar intertwined their fingers and leaned against him. He gazed down at Azar as he mentioned this being similar to their first meeting, “It was the hunt on Arkania wasn’t it.” He mused aloud, “I fell once,” He corrected him, “You were so bundled up it was hard to tell if you even had an ass.” He quipped playfully.

He stared out at the sky until the last rays of sunlight were gone. Azar shortly turned and faced him which drew out a look of curiosity on the man. Trael reached out and grabbed the small panel inspecting it as Azar began to explain. He gave Azar a slight glare as he mentioned Trael having a habit of losing his sabers shaking his head afterwards. He listened as Azar explained his expression becoming on of genuine amazement. He had never really been given a gift. Everything he gained was through his own skills or doing work. Yet here he was getting a gift from his boyfriend that helps prevent him from getting entrapped by people. He could even use it in creative ways to trip people up. Trael placed his hand onto the biometric scanner so that it would be locked in, “Is it able to save yours too? I’d hate for you to get messed up by your own gift.” He asked with concern lacing his voice.

After the procedure for the gift was don Trael let out a sigh, “It seems we’re going to have to camp at the spring tonight.” He said, “Unless you have a better idea?” He asked knowing how differently Azar’s thinking was to his own.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar scoffed at his words, “Nothing can hide all this,” He said as he gestured to his legendary booty. He watched the look of amazement on Trael’s face as he explained the panel. Azar smiled at his question, shaking his head, “No, baby, it’s just for you. Even I can’t take your saber unless you decide,” He said. His mood soured almost instantly when Trael went right to huffing about camping. No thank you, no appreciation, no giddy excitement over the gift. Nope, just right to whining about camping.

“No I don’t have a better idea,” Azar said icily as he yanked the rolled up tent from the backpack and stormed off. He was fuming and enraged, but because it was Azar it was more passive aggressive. Who needed Trael’s ungrateful ass anyway? He would set up camp by himself. He had survived out in the galaxy just fine when he first escaped Korriban, he could do this.

Azar found a patch of ground that was not even remotely suitable for a tent and started setting up. The skies churned above them as a storm began to brew but Azar didn’t care. He muttered to himself angrily about ungrateful men the entire time, “-I’m almost a seven feet tall muscle daddy and I can just be an entitled asshat and it’s totally all right because Azar will always take care of me. What is an asshat anyway? Horrific fashion choice..” Azar muttered to himself, perplexed over silly acolyte terminology, “Unless you have a better idea,” Azar repeated Trael’s comment in a much deeper mock voice to sound like him, “Because my only ideas are to take you on miserable hikes.”

He was in the middle of attempting to hammer in a stake and accidentally hit himself in the face. Azar gave a cry of frustration and hurled the tiny hammer clear over the valley into a river of lava. His throw was impressive enough to be in league with Huttball players - showing he had a solid arm when fueled by anger. Azar stood there in silence as thunder rumbled above.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael only shook his head with a smile at Azar’s comment on his legendary booty. Trael was a completely different man then. He didn’t quite look at the other Sith as more than just bodies with him on the mission but since then each member has gone their own paths and grown. His eyes betrayed his concern as Azar reaffirmed that his biometrics couldn’t be uploaded. Trael went on to huff about having to set up camp instead of hiking through the night like he’d prefer.

Trael gave a confused look as Azar icily responded to his question about a better plan. The Pureblood grabbed the tent and stormed off, Trael prepared to follow but heard him grumbling as he walked so he stopped. Trael recognized Azar was upset and likely at him, so he stood there and tried to figure out why. He didn’t raise his voice any so it couldn’t be that. He hadn’t ignored anything he said that he could readily recall so that also wasn’t it. As he stood there flipping through the options he began to fidget with the panel Azar gave him. That’s when it hit him, I didn’t say thank you!

By the time he realized this and snapped out of his mind he was able to watch Azar hit himself with the hammer. It took every single ounce of will power Trael had not to burst out laughing. He stood there keeping his composure until he felt safe to speak. He walked over to Azar and wrapped his arms around him and kissing him on the cheek, “Thank you for the gift, it means everything to me.” He whispered before placing another kiss on his cheek, “Are you ok that looked like it hurt?” He asked him, as he pulled back from the hug.

He put his hand under Azar’s chin and lifted it up to inspect his face, “I think you’re fine, you still look beautiful.” He said with a smile before leaning in to give him a quick kiss, “Alright let’s set up this tent together.” He said making sure to include Azar in the process. He moved the tent location first, “That spot was rocky, if we slept there it’d be very uncomfortable and you’d likely end up throwing the tent too.” Once that was situated he used the pommel of his vibroknife to hammer in the pegs, “If you put it on softer ground the pegs go in easier and you won’t hit yourself.” He explained not sure if Azar was even paying attention but still enjoying showing him something he enjoyed. After a few more minutes the tent was up correctly and sturdily set. Trael stood up and took off his shirt to wipe off the sweat when it suddenly began storming. He looked up at the sky as he was getting drenched, “It’s a good thing the tent is up now.” He sheepishly chuckled.

@Sreeya