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Obi-Wan's eyes darted across the holographic display, taking in the red and blue markers that represented their forces and the enemy's. His former Padawan stood beside him, studying the same plan with a furrowed brow.
Anakin's tactics were as bold and daring as he was, but Obi-Wan couldn't help but feel concerned about their vulnerability. He wanted to trust in Anakin's abilities, but his doubts lingered.
"Do you truly believe this is our best course of action?" Obi-Wan asked, trying to sound diplomatic. Anakin seemed lost in thought, wrestling with his own uncertainties.
"What if they see through our plan?" Obi-Wan pressed on, hoping to bring Anakin back to reality. The young Jedi had been distracted lately, and Obi-Wan couldn't afford any mistakes on this dangerous mission.
Anakin finally looked up at his master, determination shining in his eyes. "I have a plan for that, Master," he said confidently. "I'll distract their leader while Ahsoka and Rex handle the rest."
Obi-Wan sighed, torn between trusting Anakin and wanting to protect him. In the end, he reluctantly nodded. "Very well, Anakin," he said. "But do be careful."
*****
Anakin relished in the power he held over Maul. It was a refreshing change for him to be in control and dictate the pace and intensity of their lovemaking. But even as he took charge, he lost himself in the sensations that coursed through his body as he sank down onto his lover's throbbing cock.
He knew that playing this dangerous game with Maul could have serious consequences. He was standing on the precipice of no return, and while he justified his actions as a necessary distraction for the 501st, he would not deny the overwhelming longing to be with Maul again. Their relationship was evolving into something more significant than a physical affair, and Anakin felt conflicted.
Anakin closed his eyes for a moment and let himself get lost in the pleasure. When he opened them again, he cast an admiring gaze at the Zabrak beneath him. The older male was exotic in a way that made Anakin feel fragile. He marveled at the rippling muscles beneath Maul's skin. He knew he may have ulterior motives in coming here, but at this moment, nothing else mattered except being with the former Sith.
Scarred and calloused from years of wielding a lightsaber, Maul's rough hands gripped Anakin's waist possessively. The zabrak's powerful thrusts made the bed creak and groan beneath them as he used his hands to guide Anakin's movements.
Maul always had a way of dominating, even in moments when Anakin was in control. The pleasure was overwhelming, their bodies fitting perfectly together.
"You're so kriffing massive," Anakin moaned, caught up in the intense sensations.
Maul pressed his lips close to Anakin's ear, hot breath tickling his skin. "Next time, I'll have to loosen you up beforehand," he growled playfully as his fingers dug into Anakin's hips, leaving marks of possession.
Anakin laughed, the sound becoming a gasp as Maul's touch sent shivers down his spine. "I like having proof," he admitted.
When he was away from Maul, it was almost easy to convince himself that their encounters were just a fever dream. But the bruises and aches left behind were constant reminders of their passion, twisted though it may be. And oddly enough, they brought him comfort.
Maul's devilish grin morphed into a sinister smirk as he propped himself on one elbow, his lustful eyes drinking in Anakin's form with predatory hunger. "Someday, I'll leave you bound and dripping with my seed," he taunted, the promise of taboo pleasure lacing his words.
A scorching heat ignited in Anakin's core, spreading like wildfire through his body at the sinful image Maul painted. He couldn't resist the primal urge pulsing within him, begging to be unleashed. "Do it," he growled, his voice dripping with raw desire as he locked eyes with Maul.
Maul's own desire blazed bright and unbridled, a fierce intensity radiating from every fiber of his being. "Do not tempt me, Skywalker," Maul growled, his eyes burning with raw desire.
Their passion surged between them, Anakin's cries echoing off the room's walls as Maul gripped him tightly, urging him to go faster. With each thrust, Anakin moaned and strained against Maul, their bodies entwined in a frenzy of pleasure. And then, with one final thrust, they both reached their climax, their voices mixing in a symphony of ecstasy.
Anakin's fingers intertwined with Maul's as he pinned him down. Their lips met in a fiery kiss, tongues battling for dominance.
But their time together was short-lived. Anakin knew he had to leave soon.
With a wicked grin, Anakin grabbed a pair of durasteel cuffs and restrained Maul's wrists to the bed frame. A surge of excitement ran through him as he dressed himself and gathered Maul's clothes, which had been tossed aside in the heat of the moment.
Maul growled in frustration, the chains digging into his skin as he struggled against his restraints. "What are you doing, Skywalker?" he bellowed. "I have somewhere to be. Let me go!"
Anakin paid no attention to Maul's protests as he calmly put on his own clothes, a sly smirk crossing his face at how well his plan had worked.
With deliberate slowness, Anakin leaned down and kissed Maul deeply once more, his lips lingering before pulling away to whisper in his ear. "Tonight was amazing," he murmured, pride shining in his blue eyes. "But while we were here, the 501st and I were secretly attacking your forward base."
Maul's expression turned incredulous as he realized what had happened. "This was all just a distraction?" he spat out in disbelief.
Anakin couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness as his plan had succeeded beyond his expectations. He would do anything for the war effort.
"Do you feel sufficiently distracted?" Anakin asked with a playful wink before flexing his fingers around his lightsaber hilt. "Until next time, Maul." His voice was filled with determination and longing as he strode out of the room, ready to face whatever challenges the war would bring.