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An Unexpected Chance Pt. 13

Of Cultural Practices and Warmth

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The transport finally arrived, a covered speeder that was operated by a Zabrak who pulled up at the bottom of the steps and grinned up at them as he opened the door so they could slide in. He was clearly Iridonian, closer to Agen’s coloration than Eeth, hair tied up in a sweeping braid. “Hey,” he called up to Tiq, Eeth and Agen first, delight on his face, “bulb burnt out again, Tiq?”

“Something to that end,” Tiq called back, his voice slurring softly. “You have room for six, yes?”

“Of course!” the Zabrak called out, clearly someone familiar to them if he knew Tiq’s name, “though who…” he paused, looking up, and Maul knew the moment he saw them because those brown eyes widened in realization, before the widest smile that he had ever seen. “You have NIGHTBROTHERS!” he called out. “You’re communal bathers, too?” he shouted out, pointing towards them, nothing but warmth and delight and joy bubbling out.

The laughter was loud and full, and Savage picked Maul up again, balancing him just above his hip.

“Oh, kitten,” Maul heard the Zabrak mutter, his eyes full of glee as they fixed on him.

“We are,” Savage said. “Do you take these three often?”

“Often enough,” the Zabrak laughed, “name’s Joric, hop on in, I’ll take you to The Spot.” Joric grinned wide, Eeth and Agen helping Tiq inside, Savage, and Feral coming after.

“Savage,” Savage introduced himself, putting a hand to his chest, Joric nodding in recognition.

“Feral,” Feral said.

“Maul,” he piped up, and Joric laughed aloud, grinning at them with delight visible in his expression.

“I love it,” he said, “I’m so glad…” he paused, “when I heard the news…when we heard the news that the Brothers had escaped from Dathomir…” He put the speeder into drive and pulled out. “About fucking time,” he said. “Pardon my language, little guy,” he said, sending a grin towards Maul, “it’s just…one of those things. You do what you can but if the Jedi can’t do it…” he shook his head. “I’m so glad to see you in this neck of the woods. Are you guys…pardon me, are you Brothers, or related?”

“We are Brothers,” Feral said, grinning, “but we are also brothers. We came to Coruscant looking for this one.” Feral hooked his fingers in Maul’s horns, shaking his head fondly.

“I’m so glad you found him,” Joric said, and there was nothing but honesty, nothing but warmth in his tone. “Coruscant’s a big place…” he paused, “you Apprentice to one of these three?” he asked, indicating the Jedi.

“Oh, I would love to,” Tiq said, “but no,” he shook his head, “he is Mace Windu’s pupil. Or he was.”

“Mace-Fucking-Windu,” Joric laughed aloud, “I love it, that’s fantastic! Are you going to continue with your Jedi training then? Or are you going to leave with them?”

“They are going to stay,” Maul said, holding both of their hands, the two of them immediately nodding.

“No kidding,” Joric called out, “aren’t they too old for Jedi training?”

“Traditionally,” Eeth said, “but things are changing, and Nightbrothers are already close to the Force as it is. But this has not been discussed at all, and so we shall leave speculation out of it. No matter what they choose they are free to stay at the Temple for as long as they want.”

“Done deal,” Joric grinned, “I’m fucking glad for that. It’s damn good to see you three,” Joric said.

“Thank you,” Savage said, “I…appreciate that.”

Joric piloted the speeder through the city of Coruscant, an idle stream of chatter filling the cab as he talked about anything from a new tax to the various restaurants they could try. Savage and Feral were enthralled, the two of them listening to everything that was said with complete focus, Agen and Eeth explaining things as they went. Tiq sat with his head leaned back against the seat, squished between Eeth and Agen, the temperature of the cab kept up just enough to remain comfortable, but clearly good for reptiles.

Maul watched as the sky grew darker, taking in the signs of rain on the horizon. They always promised rain after dark, and they always delivered. It would be nice.

Maul liked the rain.

The Spot came into view soon, Joric pointing it out to them with a call to the Nightbrothers in particular. It was a beautiful place, all sweeping lines and reflective panels, a medley of Zabrak and Rodians scattered around the outside, most of them either leaving or going in. There was a pattern, Maul noticed, Rodians leaning next to a Zabrak or two, easily guiding them in, though the Rodians were leaving on their own power, laughing, delighting in the Zabraks calling out to familiar ones and helping their friends in.

Maul had had no idea… Feral and Savage were also leaning up towards the glass with him, a swell of amazement and gleeful anticipation filling the cab.

“Yeah, that’s The Spot, alright,” Joric grinned, “longest-standing spa of its kind. Been in Coruscant over fifty years, renovated at least four times… It’s a good place if you’re a Zabrak, good place if you’re a Rodian. Others are obviously welcome,” he said, nodding towards a few Twi’lek and Togruta, as well as a couple of humans. “But we tend to like it warmer than most other species are comfortable with. We’ve also got a long-standing camaraderie. You can be in our spaces, just don’t be a dick.”

“Or you get thrown out on your ass,” Agen said clearly. “Which reminds me, if you have any issues with anyone please let us know. We’ll absolutely handle it.” The expression on Agen’s face spoke to a very violent way of handling it, but Eeth said nothing to the contrary, instead nodding grimly.

They swung in for a landing upon one of the docking bays as another transport left, Joric waving obviously towards the one leaving, Maul able to see someone within waving back. The landing was smooth, the doors to the side swinging open to the top, letting them all out. Agen reached back in and paid Joric, the Zabrak giving them a loud call of goodbye and taking off.

Maul turned, taking in The Spot closer, smelling the scent of green growing things, and softer flowering smells. There was also a smell of warm water, and the slightly sharp smell of something a bit…unpleasant, just underneath all the green. But it was not overpowering, and certainly was not terrible. Agen leaned closer to them, and quietly, “pheromones. Rodians have them, they don’t tend to apply suppressors or whatever while they’re here and we don’t tend to ask them to.”

Savage and Feral nodded, “It is not bad,” Feral said. “Compared to the swamps of Dathomir it’s even pleasant.”

“I could definitely understand that,” Eeth nodded hugely, and there was a quiet laugh that spread. Tiq hummed.

“I am better than a swamp,” he said, “that is reassuring.”

Feral flinched, almost instinctively reaching out to touch him, before just as immediately pulling back.

“No, no,” Tiq said softly, reaching a hand out towards him, Feral immediately reaching out in turn, “I do not mind if you touch me,” he said, holding Feral’s hand, “and similarly I do not take…offense,” he smiled. “It is a biological quirk in the same way your noses are very sensitive. You are alright to notice this and comment on it, it has become an almost long-standing joke back and forth, and there is nothing but affection in it. I can feel your affection,” he noted softly, squeezing. “Do not worry about hurting my feelings.”

Feral smiled at him, “okay, thank you, Tiq. I am…there are things that I am still getting used to.”

“And there is no shame or blame in that,” Tiq smiled, lopsided. “Now…let us go in. I would like to be able…to think straight. I got a bit warmer in the speeder, but the air out here is cold.”

“It’s going to rain soon,” Eeth said.

“Then let us get in,” Agen said, and bustled them forward. Feral picked Maul up as they went, balancing him on the shoulder.

This had the added consequence of letting Maul get a better view of everyone…but similarly gave everyone a better view of him.

There was a gradual sweeping silence, Rodians and Zabraks alike turning to look at first Maul, and then trail down to the Jedi standing there…and Maul’s brothers holding him.

The first thing that greeted the realization that there were Nightbrothers in The Spot was a gradually growing appreciative mumbling, and Maul could feel the swell of realization, the happiness that this caused. He could see the way that the Rodians and the Zabraks had both taken steps towards them, smiles and various grins pulling across faces.

But he could also see some of the less enthusiastic takes, including from a human that was eyeing Maul with something bordering dislike…and in fact may be utter distaste.

Maul wanted to shrink towards his brother, reaching down towards Savage who was reaching up to him, Feral reaching to transfer him from his shoulder to his hip…

“Didn’t realize that they started ‘em so young,” the human said snidely. “Though I guess with a communal bathing culture what else could you expect.”

Maul felt as his brothers…stilled.

Tiq, however, Tiq did not.

Tiq straightened his back, and even as a call of realization and disgust began spreading from the rest of them, the utter revulsion of bared fangs and large eyes narrowed into the barest of slits, Tiq stumbled forward. The human didn’t move, clearly sneering at him with something like superiority, his chin tilting up.

Tiq took hold of his chin, patted it for a moment, trailed it up, the human sneering at him, opening his mouth to say something else…

Tiq wound up and punched him square in the jaw, a loud crack sounding as the human collapsed to the ground in a graceless heap.

Tiq straightened his robes, turned back to them, “Coming?” he asked.

They followed, loud laughter and calls of appreciation following, those close enough patting Tiq on the back. They gave their quiet whispered words of welcome and happiness at seeing them to the Nightbrothers, the words and the sentiment rising up in Maul’s chest.

It was warm.

Tiq led them into the building, the doors opening and letting a wave of humidity pour out. It was actually inviting, Maul closing his eyes and tilting his chin up. The smell was a bit stronger now that they were inside, but the flowers and other growing things helped to balance it out well enough that it was barely noticeable. It was clear that they had been working on something that allowed both peoples to flourish for a while.

Tiq walked to the counter that was hosted by two Zabrak, the both of them smiling at the Healer as he approached.

“Hello, Healer,” the one on the right said, female, her head shaved, horns crowning her. She froze at the sight of the Nightbrothers behind him, a wide beaming smile spreading across her face. At the way Maul’s brothers huddled slightly she paused, her expression shifting from something like surprised hurt to naked realization.

“Hello, Zi,” Tiq said softly, gaining the female Zabrak’s attention, Zi immediately looking back to Tiq. “There is a gentleman…out cold upon your doorstep. I put him there. He made a reference towards…starting them out young,” he hissed the words, slow, leaning forward.

Zi’s expression tightened, her mouth in a thin line, “Qinuy,” she said to her partner, “I need you to clear off the trash, please.”

“My pleasure,” Qinuy said easily, straightening up.

“I’m terribly sorry about that,” Zi said, standing up, “The Spot has been a safe spot for all who enter since my father started it fifty years ago. It is not going to lose its status under my watch. You have nothing to fear here,” she said, and her voice was so firm. “There is a co-ed section but there are also segmented ones, you will be left in peace. The usual for you?”

“Please,” Tiq said, holding out a credit chip. Zi made the transaction, got them towels, and gestured towards Tiq, Agen, and Eeth.

“They will be more than capable of guiding you,” she said, “please enjoy your time at The Spot, we are very happy to have you.”

“Thank you,” Feral said softly.

“By the way,” she said before they could leave, “you, little kitten, are adorable,” she said, beaming up at Maul and he huffed, rolling his eyes, which only set the adults off laughing, Zi’s own laughter loud.

Eeth and Agen walked them deeper into the spa, talking to various people who talked to them, carefully catching Tiq’s arm as they walked, and he started wobbling towards the wall.

“Easy, Tiq,” Agen grinned, before laughing, “I can’t believe you did that! In front of so many people!”

“What are they going to be saying about the Jedi now?” Eeth asked, “hauling off and hitting people?”

“We are keepers of the peace,” Tiq sniffed, a loud and particularly sharp sound, “and I kept the peace!”

The shriek of laughter was loud and delighted, Agen folding in half with the motion, taking Tiq down with him, the Rodian giving a loud and upset noise, ultimately being saved from falling completely to the floor by Agen sitting and holding Tiq up at the shoulders, still howling. Maul was delighted.

Feral and Savage both laughed so hard they were falling into each other, Maul precariously balanced upon Feral’s hip, the three of them leaning into each other and so…

“Besides,” Tiq mumbled, looking up at them, his eyes narrowed into slits, “he got off easy, frankly, if I had been a bit more coherent…ooohhhh~ He’s damn lucky that I could not fully psychoanalyze the hypocrisy of sneering at using a bathhouse like that when he is going to one.” Feral and Savage both were sinking to the ground, even as Tiq continued, “I would have given myself…perhaps three minutes before he was renouncing every life choice that led to this minute…and similarly never wanted to show his face in Rodian and Zabrak circles again!” He paused then, slowly working himself onto his knees and looking back at them. “He had no right to talk to you like that,” he said. “And I am sorry that was the first thing that you encountered.”

“No,” Savage rumbled, “do not apologize.” He reached forward, gently touching Tiq’s shoulder, “the first thing you have taught us is the fact that you are willing to defend us if you need to. You do not just speak, Healer, you act, and I am…grateful.”

Tiq smiled at him. “Compassion is the action that develops from care,” he said, “and I care deeply.”

“I believe it,” Feral said softly. “Thank you.”

“Now can I please get off the floor now?” Tiq asked. “I would…I would like to get to a room.”

“Up we get, Tiq,” Eeth said, laughing, helping him up. They all worked their way up and headed towards a set of doors. “This area is for those that are only comfortable with other women,” he said indicating it, and they continued on until they found another set of doors. “These are for mixed! These are good for large families or anyone that doesn’t mind,” he said and took them farther on. It was clear that a lot of space had been devoted to these three sections as the hall seemed to be enormous, passing several people as they went. They were treated with quiet sounds of excitement at the sight of them, lots of words of happiness at the fact that they were free.

It was…it was nice, Maul reflected, even if he did feel strangely small underneath all of the scrutiny. Finally, though, Eeth took them to one last set of doors, “and these are for those that are only comfortable with men only.” He turned, “there are also more individualized private rooms, or ones that are smaller that would still fit us comfortably. Our usual is actually one of the private rooms, which will be big enough for the six of us but won’t open us up to a lot of questions. We pay extra for it, but it’s a great deal more relaxing, and also means you won’t have to deal with staring.”

“Thank you,” Savage and Feral both said, Maul nodding as well.

“Of course,” Eeth waved off, “they are down this hall.” So, saying, he led them down a long hallway that branched off from the hall they were in, and clearly held smaller, but no less comfortable looking rooms, the ones that were available open.

They stopped at one towards the back, “Oh,” Tiq mumbled, “my favorite~”

“I think we’re going to go in this one then,” Agen laughed.

“Sounds reasonable,” Savage laughed.

“It’s got my favorite rock,” Tiq said simply, sniffing.

“Oh, well that is a good reason,” Feral grinned.

They entered in the room, which Maul realized held little cubbies for their things, as well as slippers and robes that had been left out for them. They came in various sizes, from very big, to very little, different numbers of arm-holes available if needed.

“You may use a robe if you would like,” Eeth said, closing the door and twisting the handle that marked it ‘occupied’ and locked it at the same time. “And if you would all prefer we will be very happy to do so.”

“What are your rules for this sort of thing?” Savage asked, “do you have things that are unspoken?”

“Oh, that is a smart question,” Tiq blinked. “Rodians are not big on touch,” he said. “Looking is one thing, and because I would assume you would have questions since you have been in such an insular planet I do not mind answering them, but please do not touch me. Other Rodians are the same way, and if you do decide to be within the communal spaces ever, they do want a bit of space.”

“Understood,” Savage and Feral said, Maul nodding firmly as Feral lowered him to the ground. “Touching is generally allowed above my navel and up,” Savage said, “but I would prefer you let me know before you do.”

“It is the same with me,” Feral nodded.

“We have a similar rule,” Eeth said, gesturing towards Agen who was smiling. “Similarly, I do not mind if you want to wash my hair.” He grinned wide, and Feral made a soft sound of delight.

“Oh, thank the Fanged One,” he breathed, and Eeth threw his head back and laughed.

“I don’t mind it either,” Agen grinned. “You have never experienced it before, so I do not mind if you want to test the texture. Also, I like getting my hair washed by friends, so it is a good experience.”

“It is a rather typical bonding activity,” Eeth nodded.

“Horn polishing,” Feral said, indicating his horns. “Lotion is another really important ritual, particularly outside of the swamps.”

“Oh, that is the same!” Agen exclaimed.

“Oh, do they have some?” Feral asked.

“They do!” Eeth smiled. “But come on, Tiq is about to crawl out of his skin.”

“No, I am not,” Tiq denied, “it is not a shed day.”

There was a delighted laugh, even as Feral made a sharp sound, “you are a reptile, you do shed your skin??”

“At least once a year!” Tiq said. “If I am off a year then that is bad, but more than once is fine.”

“Robes or no?” Agen asked, holding up one of the fluffy white bath robes.

To Maul’s surprise, both of his brothers looked at him, “what about you, little Mauler, your choice. And no shame in either way,” Feral said, ducking down to his level. “You don’t have to feel pressured either way. Do you have any rules that you would like us to follow?”

Maul hesitated for a moment, looking to the robes, before looking to them. It was a cultural thing. There were rules, they had rules and they had ways of doing things. They were safe, Maul was safe.

He paused for a longer moment, and then reached out towards his brothers, each of them taking his hands. “You can wash me,” he said softly, “but do not touch me without me saying it is okay.”

“Of course,” Feral said softly, butting his horns very gently against Maul’s, a movement echoed by Savage.

“I do…” he paused, “I think…robes first, please?”

“Of course!” Eeth said, and immediately handed the littlest robe towards Maul. They all gave each other space, removing clothing and placing it within their chosen cubby, Maul shrugging the robe on before pushing the cubby back into the slot for it. He slid the slippers on his feet and promptly buried his face within the soft fabric of the robe’s sleeves. It felt so nice.

“Good choice, Maul,” Eeth said softly, “these are nice.”

“I don’t usually bother with them,” Agen said, “I regret that now.”

There was a laugh and when Maul turned they were all in the large fluffy robes and finally opened the door to their little corner of the spa.

It was gorgeous.

There were flowers and other greenery encircling large flat rocks that led to a large pool in the center, fed by a constantly churning waterfall. The light was warm and genuinely felt like standing within the sun, shining down from a singular port in the ceiling to give it an almost artificial-sunlight sort of feel, the shadows all cast from that singular spot.

There was also a very large very flat rock placed right beneath it.

“My beloved~” Tiq cooed, and immediately began walking over towards the rock.

Maul couldn’t help the giggles that left him, particularly as Tiq kicked the slippers away and promptly slid atop it.

“Do you mind if I strip?” Tiq asked, face down upon the rock, his voice muffled.

“Is that a typical way to bask?” Savage asked.

“Yes!” Tiq said, looking up at them as he propped himself up on his arms. “You bask nude to get the full effect of not just the heat but the vitamin D that the sun provides. Our clothes then act as an insulator. I will be able to make it for a full night like that!”

“Please do so if you need it,” Maul said, “the light in here actually works to provide vitamins?”

“It does,” Tiq answered, shrugging out of the robe as he did so, still face-down upon the rock, folding it up neatly and placing it near him as he stretched out completely. “Heat, my best friend, thank you~”

Agen laughed quietly, “they have some of the best artificial sunlight technology in the business,” he said to Maul. “They have spared no expense, and it is of good benefit to Rodians, as you can tell. It’s also good for us technically. Now, come on, let’s get in the pool.”

Maul followed Agen and Eeth over to the pool, Savage and Feral following him. Agen paused at the edge, looking back at Maul, his fingers over the edges of his robe.

Maul trusted.

He nodded his head and Agen stripped it off, sliding into the pool, Eeth following after. Feral and Savage both folded their robes before sliding in. They paused for a moment, and it was only when Feral walked over towards a shallower part and reached out for Maul that he realized that Feral had been looking to see where the shallowest portion was.

“Come on,” he said with a smile, “you can touch here.”

Maul took a breath, shrugged his robe off, and stepped into the water.

It was nice.

He took Feral’s hand, letting his brother guide him deeper, following him into the water which was a very pleasant temperature and reminiscent of Padmé’s pool. The difference was the constantly churning waterfall, which Maul was immediately enamored by. He started heading that way automatically, Feral laughing quietly, following him, holding his hand as they got closer to it and the water got a bit deeper.

The water stopped at Maul’s shoulders, something he was grateful for, reaching out towards the falling water. It rained on his palm heavily, a cooler temperature than the water he was standing in, but it was a nice feeling. He smiled at Feral, who grinned at him. “Up?” he asked, indicating that he would lift Maul into it. After a moment Maul nodded, feeling as Feral caught him under the arms and lifted him up, holding him in the waterfall for a moment as Maul held his breath.

It was a glorious feeling, heavier than a shower, drumming against his skull delightfully, and when Feral took him out he let go of the breath he was holding, giggling as Feral put him back in the water. Feral beamed at him. Maul found himself trailing his eyes over Feral’s markings for the first time, really examining them. They were so different to his own, Feral’s seeming to outline instead of Maul’s own…

And then his gaze latched on something that he hadn’t noticed before.

Feral had red tattooed around his arm. It was thicker than his other marks, outlined in…black… Feral caught his gaze, lowering himself in the water and holding his arm out. Maul hesitated, before slowly reaching out, tracing over the skin.

“It’s for you,” Feral said so quietly, and Maul blinked, looking to meet Feral’s gaze, which was soft. “It was for the brother I lost and thought I would never see again.” The smile that pulled at Feral’s mouth was gentle, and he reached a hand out, one Maul leaned his head against, closing his eyes. “I’m pleased that I was wrong. Now, come on, do you want to wash, or do you want to play in the water some more?”

Maul hesitated, looked back at the waterfall, and then looked to Feral. His attention was drawn back to where he could see Savage rubbing at Agen’s head, soap bubbles frothing, Agen beaming, his eyes closed, leaning back so the soap wouldn’t get in his eyes. Eeth’s laughter finally pealed out, delighted amusement on his face. Savage looked absolutely fascinated.

“Wash, please,” Maul said finally, looking up at Feral. Feral beamed at him, taking his hand and taking him over to where the water was lower, Feral himself sinking into it more as he went, swim-hopping forward almost. But it nonetheless let Maul see the lines that trailed over Feral’s back, the places where the brown of Feral’s tattoos were broken and his skin peaked out. “What do your markings mean?” Maul asked softly.

Feral made a soft sound, turning to look at him, and Maul was also aware of how Savage had frozen, only to hurriedly sweep the soap away from Agen’s forehead when he gave a quiet exclamation, flinching away from the bubbles. Maul turned back to Feral, who smiled at him, lowering himself down to sit in the water, and held his arm out to him.

Maul hesitated for a moment and then reached over once again, touching Feral’s hand, taking in the marks that wound around his left hand. They were swirling and gradual, trailing up his arm. Feral’s right hand did not have any marks upon it. Maul trailed his fingers up to his elbow, taking in the diamond pattern at its center darkened rings surrounding it. Feral’s patterning was very geometric, very regular compared to his own, and what he had seen of Wither’s as well. When Maul glanced towards Savage he decided that this was also in comparison to him.

“Tenacity,” Feral said softly, “and Strength. That is what I am marked for. You see it within the geometric shape, in the way that I am not fully marked.” He grinned slightly, holding out his right hand that did not have any of the tattoos upon it. “Recently Tenacity has become more common among us as it has grown one of the most needed.” He paused. “We have been fighting a long time. It is…good that we do not have to fight as much. It is good that we do not have to be as Strong. That we can be free.”

Maul said nothing for a moment, trailing his finger over the swirls that decorated Feral’s knuckles, and finally looking up at him. “I’m happy you’re here,” he breathed, “I’m happy…I’m happy you’re with me.” He paused, “I didn’t know…that I had brothers. I didn’t know that we could be free. I had thought…my Master told me that we were nothing. Worth nothing and for nothing. Filth and dirt, and…” he paused. “I didn’t want to be nothing,” Maul breathed, looking up at Feral. “I didn’t know I could be anything else.”

Feral stared at him for a moment, those eyes so wide, so gold, so… “You’re my brother,” Feral breathed, “you freed us. Your Master was wrong. And he will always be wrong. Even us, even your brothers on Dathomir…we were not Nothing. I am Strength and Tenacity; Savage is Protection and Loyalty. We are brothers. We are us; you are you,” he smiled, “and that is worth being. Now come,” he said softly, “which one of these smells the best?”

Feral took him over to the soaps, letting Maul sniff at them. Some of them were so sweet that they made Maul sneeze, and sneeze, and sneeze, and sneeze, loud sharp and sudden, and he nearly fell into the water, Feral catching him and righting him, his laughter warm and heavy. “Not that one, I would thing,” he grinned, and put it far away. Agen lifted it in the air with the Force and put it farther away. Tiq caught it in the air and curled around it, which was the final thing that sent Maul into giggles.

He finally found one that smelled nice without being overpowering, one that Feral agreed with and offered to Savage to smell. Savage nodded once in decision, holding out the cloths that they had found to wash with. Feral poured the soap onto the cloth, rubbing it to froth it and then held the cloth out towards Maul, mischievous delight on his face.

“Do you mind?” he asked.

Maul frowned at him, before shrugging, taking a step forward into range. Feral reached out, Maul instinctively closing his eyes as it went towards his face…and then he felt the warmth of it underneath his chin. The cloth was soft, smelled delightful, and the water was warm, rubbing back and forth gently, and before Maul quite knew what was happening he had sunk into it, a purr rising up in his chest that he couldn’t bite down no matter how hard he tried.

This…was nice…

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Feral was biting his lip.

He was biting his lip because he knew if he let go of his lip he would start cooing.

He knew if he started to coo he would absolutely cause his brother to react in offense.

He knew if Maul reacted in offense that would mean that he would stop with what he was currently doing.

And what Maul was doing was the cutest and most adorable thing that Feral had ever seen.

Maul’s eyes had closed, his head tilting up and forward as he tried his best to get the underside of his chin within the reach of Feral’s washcloth and purring his little chest out.

Feral was very aware of Savage approaching quietly, his own cloth ready, and Feral pouted at him, but he quit rubbing at Maul’s chin just long enough for those big eyes to finally open, looking up at him with something like a pout, but then he noticed Savage.

“Back of your head?” Savage asked gently, holding the cloth up in offer. Maul hesitated, taking in Savage and Feral both, before finally nodding, and as Feral reached out once again closed his eyes.

They worked on cleaning him carefully, listening to the happy rumbling purrs, the soft stutter that sometimes shuttered through him, Maul’s purr not as healthy as others his age. It was clear, Feral thought, that Maul had not been given much reason to purr in his life. It was a tragedy.

Feral washed Maul’s arm gently, taking in those marks that covered him, the blackness to them, and smiled softly. They were for Maul.

They were good.

Savage had a look on his face Feral recognized, he realized, looking up at his older brother whose expression was so…soft, so sad. Savage had been robbed of this opportunity. For twenty-seven years they had been robbed of it. Robbed of the opportunity of seeing Maul grow, of taking care of him, of teaching him their ways and making sure that his purr was strong and full…

Feral had wanted to weep.

Feral had listened to Maul speak of what he had believed, what his Master had told him and wanted to weep. It was not fair; it was not right… To have been told all of that… They finally finished, pulling back. Maul slowly, carefully opened his eyes, looking up at them through those half-lidded eyes and utterly overcome… Feral leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“I love you, little brother,” Feral said softly, “you have never been nothing. You have always been my twin, and you have always been someone I loved.”

Maul’s face crumpled, and he reached out, taking hold of Feral’s hand, squeezing it.

They let Maul continue washing himself, Feral instead turning towards Eeth, who had been busy washing, the soap suds taken away by what Feral had to assume was some sort of filtering system. Eeth caught his eye and grinned, holding up the bottle of what Feral now knew was something called ‘shampoo’ after Agen had explained it to Savage. Feral beamed at him.

Feral found he rather liked washing hair.

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Maul finished cleaning and found his eyes trailing over to Tiq, who was still lying on the rock. Feral and Savage had gone back to playing with Agen’s and Eeth’s hair, cleaning themselves and each other between moments, leaving him quite unnoticed. Tiq had turned to lay on his side, still stretched out as much as possible.

Maul understood that Rodians were not big on touching, and Maul did not necessarily want to touch him at all…but…he was curious…

Tiq made basking look so nice, his eyes closed, arm thrown over his eyes… Maul was curious…and he would certainly dry quicker under the light like that…

Maul climbed out of the water, taking the towel and rubbing it over himself briefly to get rid of most of the excess, before finally padding his way over quietly. Tiq opened an eye lazily when Maul got close enough, turning his attention to him with a soft smile.

“Hello, Maul,” he said softly, and he was sounding a great deal more like the Tiq that Maul knew, though his blinks were still lazy, his gaze still just a little bit hazy.

“Hello,” Maul said equally softly, “do you mind if I bask near you, too?” he asked, pointing to the rock that was next to Tiq. Tiq looked at the rock that Maul indicated, for a moment clearly considering, and Maul watched as distinct disgust appeared on his face.

“Subpar rock,” Tiq sniffed, and to Maul’s shock rolled over slightly, putting his back to Maul but also freeing up a significant portion of the rock. “Hatchlings always allowed,” Tiq stated, and for a moment Maul did not quite comprehend the meaning.

And then it hit him.

Maul stood there for a moment, utterly still, punched to the core of his soul, before finally, slowly lying down next to Tiq, feeling the way soft scales – heated by the sunlight pressed against his back. There was a soft click, Maul realizing that Tiq had made it low in his chest, reassurance and…safety sweeping out over him…

And Maul closed his eyes, thinking of the people that had brought him here, thought of warm wash cloths and hugs, braiding fistfuls of hair, being held on shoulders and allowed to press close to people that generally did not like touch…

And knew that he was loved.