S p a r r i n g

Darth Maul finished a series of complicated moves:
running, jumping and pirouetting with his double-bladed
lightsaber, in the practice room of the secret Sith lair
on Coruscant....

He twirled the saber around a few more times.

As he did, he heard the sound of another lightsaber being powered
to his left.

He parried a strike.

Red on red.

Sidious smiled, and took a step back.

Maul did not hesitate. He attacked.

Sidious stepped aside, avoiding the first blade, and parried
the second.

He pushed Maul back and tripped up his legs.

Maul fell, putting up a blade in protection as Sidious's
saber came down on him.

The room was cold -- that had to be the explanation for the chill up
Maul's spine.

He raised the other blade to get his Master's open side, but
Sidious leapt and landed on the other side of his Apprentice.

There were a series of quick thrusts, slices and parries.

Sidious was older and more experienced, but Maul had the
advantage. He had been well trained.

He cornered his Master.

Sidious grabbed his student's lightsaber with his free hand,
and de-activated the blades, and snatched it away.

He hooked the handle behind Maul's neck to prevent him from
moving back and brought up his blade.

Maul looked up into his Master's eyes. Masters did not slay
their apprentices, otherwise he would already be dead.

Maul tried to move away, but Sidious's command of the Dark Side was
stronger.

Sidious did not wear his robes for combat training, only the
dark clothes that were much like Maul's. His hair, so neatly
combed back when he appeared as Senator Palpatine, was in
disarray.

Sidious turned off his saber as well, and threw both away.

His arm was around Maul's neck. Their faces close together.
Maul could feel his Master's breath.

Sidious was still collected. Age had not slowed him down,
or not slowed him down so much that his mastery of the Dark
Side would not compensate.

He was as handsome as the much younger man who had taken
the young Maul into his protection, but as his power had
increased, his magnetism had grown.

Maul, still breathing hard, tentatively put an arm around
his Master's waist.

Sidious started breathing faster, and blood flushed his pale
countenance.

He smiled and licked his lips.

"Now, Maul, I want to see how well you remember the other ways
that I have taught you."

Sidious pulled Maul to him and kissed him, slowly, tasting
the sweat on his apprentice's lips.

Maul embraced his master and opened himself to his tongue.

The room no longer felt cold -- the temperature had jumped at least
20 degrees.

Sidious closed his eyes and put his hand on the side of
Maul's face.

Maul shuddered at his Master's touch, swallowing hard.

Sidious broke the kiss and licked Maul's lips teasingly.

He then ran his tongue down his apprentice's neck.

Maul grabbed the hand that was on his cheek and kissed
the palm of it.

It was Sidious's turn to shudder.

He rested his head on Maul's shoulder and whispered: "What now?
What would a Sith do now, young Maul?"

Maul grabbed Sidious by the hands, and pulled him down his body.

Sidious unfastened Maul's clothes, but he did not pull them
off entirely.

He pulled Maul's knees forward, and then both men were on
the dirty floor of the training room, kneeling in front of
each other.

Sidious slid a hand into Maul's trousers.

Maul's eyes widened in pleasure.

Maul put his arms over Sidious's shoulder, leaning forward.

Sidious's hand had already cooled from the fight, and slid
further down, between Maul's thighs.

He then brought it up and wrapped it around his student's
hard cock.

There was one of those wicked smiles on his face.

Maul's breath caught. He had trouble remembering to breathe again.

Sidious stroked his student's cock. Harder and harder, he stroked.

Maul sank lower, and Sidious twisted to be under him.

With Sidious on the floor beneath him, Maul pulled out his
Master's cock. He licked at it, shuddering as his Master took
him in his mouth.

Then Maul did as his Master had done.

They both sucked each other, one pulling out as the other
swallowed.

Maul put a hand on the warm muscles low on his master's stomach,
to feel them throbbing under his touch.

Sidious pushed him down and aside and straddled his student.

Maul craned his neck, knowing that if he hurt his master, the
punishment would be too harsh even for him.

He kept his horns well out of the way and, as Sidious curved
his back, he licked at his Master's anus.

Sidious moaned deeply.

Maul thought that, perhaps, tonight, he could give his Master
as much pleasure as he was usually given.

He disentangled himself from his master, caressing his thighs.

Sidious leaned forward, on his knees, legs already spread.

Maul took saliva from his mouth and slicked his the ring
of muscles with it. His own cock was still wet from Sidious's
mouth.

He waited a little, coaxing the opening with one, then two fingers.

Sidious relaxed the muscles with an effort, his legs trembling.

Sidious moaned.

He did not allow his Apprentice to be on top often. Far too
rarely, in fact. The Dark Side made one crave domination, but it
recognised the luxury of being given pleasure without having to
give it back as a form of power, of egoticism.

Maul penetrated Sidious then, suddenly.

They both cried out, with pain and pleasure, and their hearts
raced.

Maul closed one fist around his Master's cock and the other
around his throat.

Sidious shivered.

He was vulnerable.

Maul pulled out, but Sidious just as roughly pushed back around
him. Maul answered by starting to thrust deeply into Sidious, as
both his hands tightened.

The one on Sidious's cock moved in time with Maul's assaults.

Sidious began to choke, but he was not afraid.

Maul fucked him harder.

Maul, almost out of his mind with this rare pleasure, wondered
how far this would go. He could hardly believe his Master's
control.

But Sidious had long let go of control.

Sidious felt the room begin to spin as the edges of his vision
darkened.

He shuddered, and he came, and sparks flew from his fingers.

Sidious would have collapsed without Maul holding him up.

Maul did not stop riding him yet and continued until he came as
well, but he released his master's throat.

Sidious let his own pleasure flood his Apprentice's mind. Maul
slumped forward on his Master's back, pulling out of him. Sidious
turned and laid on his back, kissing Maul again, savagely.

Maul felt drained, exhausted. Fighting and fucking, without
pause.. he could hardly catch his breath.

And Sidious had locked his lips with his own.

He felt a fire run through his nerves.

Sidious let go and rested his head on the floor, but he put his
arms around his Apprentice and kept him on top, to keep the
warmth in the cold room.

He closed his eyes and smiled, baring his teeth.

When he opened them again, Maul saw the yellow flames in them,
venomous and devouring.

Sidious kept a flow of energy coursing through his spent student.

Maul gasped, unable to move.

Sidious finally let go, in body if not in mind. He got up as
Maul twitched slightly on the floor. As he walked away, Maul
felt the energy ebb, and his muscles relax.

Sidious picked up the lightsabers and tucked them in his now
refastened belt.

He allowed the energy he poured into his young Apprentice to
diminish, soothingly, and he picked up the shorter man from
the floor.

Maul nestled into Sidious's arms, and the Sith Lord carried
him away with no seeming effort.

He had wondered for a moment, earlier, whether Maul would
try to choke him to death while they screwed, but his student
was still too far from that moment; he had been more curious
than anxious.

And he had had such pleasure tonight.

His student's loyalty was still strong.

Almost like love.

Sidious put Maul down into bed. He was sleeping already. Sidious
laid down to be beside him for a moment.

He kissed the black dot on Maul's forehead, then he got up and
relunctantly left for his Senatorial appartments.

His lust for power, unlike his lust for flesh, would never be
satiated.

Sidious was a mere shadow of the ambitions of Palpatine.