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Obi-Wan leaned on the arm of his throne, chin propped up in his hand, and trailed his eyes appreciatively over his husband and the delightful gift he had brought him.
“Happy anniversary, my Beloved.” Maul purred, trailing a hand over the present. “Five years ago to this day we killed Sidious together.”
“I’ll never forget the sight of his headless corpse at your feet, my Heart. You looked utterly divine.” Obi-Wan retorted.
“I must confess I do not have anything in return to give you. Especially not something as pretty as this.”
“Do not fret. Watching you enjoy your present and joining in will be gift enough for me.” Maul smiled, carding his clawed fingers through the bound and gagged Clone’s hair slowly, then trailed one down the scar at his temple. The Clone still just glared at them defiantly, even kneeling and defeated as he was.
He was dishevelled, there was blood running from a cut on his cheekbone, and his nose had been bleeding at some point in the past, but he still kept his back straight and his head high.

It was adorable.

“You’ve always talked about wanting a pet.” Maul patted the Clone’s hair demonstratively. The Clone growled, muffled through the gag.
“We will have to train him.”
“They were made to follow, I’m sure obeying comes naturally to him.” Maul shrugged, and the glare just intensified. Hate and anger poured off the Clone in thick waves, and they both basked in it. The undercurrent of fear was like the heartnote of an expensive perfume, and just added to the appeal.
“We’ll also have to clean him first.” Obi-Wan said, wrinkling his nose a bit. “And get rid of that plastoid armour. It’s cheap enough to be offensive.”
Maul laughed throatily - a beautiful sound. Obi-Wan loved hearing it - and obligingly pressed his fingers to the Clone’s temple. “Sleep.” he ordered. The Clone fought it, far longer than either of them had anticipated, but eventually his eyes fluttered close and he slumped to the side, onto the floor.
Obi-Wan looked at Maul and sighed besottedly.

–

Naked - and clean - the Clone was even more fetching, especially asleep and helpless in their bed, lying on shimmersilk sheets…and curled into Maul’s side. The contrast - his husband, blood red and black, and their pet, golden bronze - was breathtaking. Obi-Wan wished he’d had any gift for painting. A holo would not capture the mesmerizing picture in all its glory.

The Clone had curled into Maul on his own, still deeply asleep under his suggestion. Obviously a tactile creature - that would be useful for training. The golden collar, cuffs around his wrists and chain around his ankle looked so pretty against his skin, too.
“He must have been exhausted.” He commented idly as he stripped down, Maul’s golden-fire eyes watching him greedily as he did so.
“He will need his rest when we begin playing.” he said lowly, smiling, then shifted to lie on his back and spread his legs.
“I am so empty, Beloved. I demand you do something about that.”
“I am, as always, your willing slave, my Heart.” Obi-Wan promised sultrily, setting a knee down on the bed. Maul reached out for him, and they met in a kiss that began slowly and only ended as his slicked fingers breached Maul to prepare him for his cock.
His husband’s head sank back with a low, purring groan, and he turned his gaze to the side, where their pet still slept, oblivious to what was going on right in front of his eyes.

“You picked so well.” Obi-Wan praised between his biting kisses down Maul’s throat. “I can not wait to watch you fuck him.”
Maul licked his lips. “We could fuck him together.”
“We will. Don’t worry, my Heart, we will enjoy him in all the ways possible.”
“You already have ideas.” Maul grinned, and Obi-Wan simply had to kiss that grin off his lips, take it for his own.
“Right now, all I want is to be in you again.”
“Then take me, Beloved. You’re the only one I will ever have.” Maul moaned as Obi-Wan lifted one perfect leg over his shoulder, pressed close, and in.

–

Their pet woke slowly, stretching luxuriously with still closed eyes, then froze - becoming aware of the chain around his ankle, the cuffs, the collar, and the unfamiliar bed all at once. He stiffened, eyes opening, and immediately narrowing into a glare when he came face to face with Obi-Wan, lying on his side, head propped up and watching him with a smirk. Maul pressed close from behind him, stretched out along the Clone’s back, idly tracing a claw in slow circles over the Clone’s hipbone.
“Had a good rest, pet? You missed quite the show.”
Their pet glowered, then seemed to realise he wasn’t gagged anymore.
“I will never betray my brothers.” he ground out, fists clenching, and bristled when they both chuckled at him.
“Well, luckily we’re not interested in your brothers, pet, do not worry. You should think about yourself.”
The Clone braced himself.
“Torture will get you nothing.”
“Torture is the last thing on our minds right now, pet, no fear.”
The Clone frowned in confusion, then froze when Maul nuzzled into the back of his head, inhaling softly.
“He smells nice.” his husband murmured. “I bet it will be even better once we get his blood boiling.”

“Who shall have him first?”
“He’s your present, Beloved.”
“And I’d so enjoy seeing you take him.”
The Clone’s angry confusion had given way to trepidation, and he swallowed. “I- I’m not a thing.”
Maul drew his claw gently over the inside of his thigh and the Clone’s breath hitched, a shiver running down his spine. His eyes widened.
“What did you do to me?”
“The Force works in mysterious ways, dear little pet.” Obi-Wan explained without actually being helpful.
“We raised your sensitivity.” Maul actually explained patiently, even as he slid his claw up the Clone’s body sensuously. Obi-Wan shivered just remembering how those claws felt on his skin.
Maul reached the Clone’s nipple and flicked it teasingly, and their pet groaned, eyes clenching shut for a second as his cheeks flushed a bit, before he opened them again to glower.
“You’re deplorable.” he hissed, and they both snickered.
“Our pet says the nicest things, my Heart.”
“I am not your pet!”
“That’s debatable. But it’s not like we know your name, either, do we?”

Maul circled the areola as Obi-Wan spoke, nuzzling into the Clone’s nape again and licking over his pulse point, which elicited another shiver.
“Cody.” The Clone ground out. “My name is Cody.”
“Cody. Pet. Practically the same word.” Obi-Wan grinned, and Cody growled, then inhaled sharply when Maul grabbed his leg by the thigh and lifted it up. “Would you prepare Cody for me, Beloved?” he purred, and Obi-Wan laughed at their pet’s expression, calling the oil back to his hand.
“Of course, my Heart.” he assured, slicking his fingers slowly, keenly aware of Cody’s eyes on them and his attempts to struggle out of Maul’s hold - impossible without the Force’s assistance.
He showed Cody that he had been thorough, and then slowly reached down, between his legs, still held open by Maul, and further back, trailing a slick line from their pet’s perineum - pressing in for just a second, which was enough to have Cody make a whining little sound - and then around his tight hole, before pushing in.
“Oh, he is tight.” he said in delight. “I dare say you will be the first one to enjoy this.”
“Oh, how lovely.”
Cody growled - or tried to. Obi-Wan pushed his finger in as deep as it could go and crooked it, searching along his inner walls until he found what he looked for. And with Cody being oh so sensitive - this little touch was almost enough to undo him already.
He moaned, shocked and overwhelmed, trying to curl into himself - which Maul easily prevented.
“I think he likes that, Beloved.” he commented, licking over Cody’s pulse point once more.
“Do it again.”
“No-” But Obi-Wan repeated his motion, slowly dragging his finger back out afterwards, and Cody whined, eyes closed tight, and tried to push at him awkwardly with his bound hands.

“Imagine how good it will feel with something bigger, pet.” He murmured lowly, pressing in two fingers next, scissoring them apart.
Cody shook his head, but was breathing too harshly to deny anything.
In the end, he came before they even finished preparing him, as Obi-Wan had three fingers in him and Maul bit down on his shoulder. He went completely tense for a second and then relaxed, spattering Obi-Wan’s belly and the sheets with his come, a high-pitched, helpless moan on his lips.
Afterwards he lay there limply, panting, his head turned into the sheets, and they both cooed, Maul stroking his flank calmingly..
“See? Wasn’t that nice?”
“Fuck you…” Cody muttered weakly, still trying to catch his breath.
Maul laughed. “Still feisty.”

“I think he’s ready now, too. That served well to relax him. How do you want to do this?”
“Like this.” Maul said and moved, keeping their pet on his side and lifting the leg he had held over his shoulder, so he was kneeling over the other. He shuffled closer as their pet seemed to come back to awareness, enough to twist to look at him, eyes widening.
“What are you-” he gasped when he felt the tip of Maul’s cock brush against his hole. Maul locked eyes with Obi-Wan as he slowly pushed in, and Cody collapsed, his eyes fluttering as they almost rolled back in his head. He pressed his head into the sheets, but Obi-Wan caught his chin, tilted his head again and kissed him hungrily as Maul slid inside in one smooth stroke.
“Good pet.” he growled when he broke the kiss, and Cody moaned. “N-Not-”
“You look perfect like this - helpless and wanton. I am the luckiest man in the galaxy…having such a thoughtful husband.” And to Maul, he added, “Claim him, my Heart. I want to see his face when he gets filled for the first time.”
Maul rolled his hips, grinding leisurely into Cody, and their pet shuddered, his hands fisting the sheets as much as he could. He was panting wetly into the pillow, seemingly embarrassed at the whines and moans he couldn’t keep quiet. What Obi-Wan could see of his face - and down his chest - was flushed.
Obi-Wan sighed, utterly content. He could feel himself start to get aroused again, watching his ethereal husband and their exquisite pet like this. He truly couldn’t wait to fuck Maul’s come deeper into Cody, and add his own.

They had cheated a bit - right now their pet was so sensitive he was impressed Cody seemed to still be able to form a rational thought while getting this kind of stimulation.
Though…judging by the way he was drooling, maybe that iron will was about to crack and shatter.
And indeed, the first real thrust Maul gave had Cody cry out, trying to drag Maul closer with the leg over his shoulder, looking up from where he had hid his face before with glassy, lust-addled eyes.
“Plea- please. I need…I need more, please!”
“And there he is.” Maul growled, snapping his hips hard and making their pet mewl.

“He looks stunning like this.” Obi-Wan commented, nodding. “Let’s see if we can still get a lesson into his pretty, empty head.”
He leaned down, hovering, and Cody shoved upwards to kiss him, clumsy with need. Obi-Wan laughed into the kiss, pushing his lips apart to tangle their tongues together, and swallowed Cody’s next moan as Maul pulled out almost all the way and thrust back in, bottoming out.
“What are you, Cody?” he asked, smirking, and Cody looked at him uncomprehendingly, open-mouthed.
“P-Please…?” he begged, eyes wide, and Obi-Wan sighed, as Maul laughed breathlessly.
“I do think we might be expecting a bit much right now, Beloved.”
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes at his husband, which only made Maul chuckle harder.
“Pet.” he enunciated clearly. “You…are…our…pet.”
“...pet?” Cody mewled as Maul sabotaged Obi-Wan’s efforts by bending low and pressing sharp kisses on the inside of Cody’s thigh as he kept fucking him, making Cody whine and writhe.
“You’re pet.” Obi-Wan explained again, nudging his own leg into Maul’s side to get him to stop for a moment so he could work.
Cody’s eyes went wide as he felt Maul stop all movement inside him, and he looked at him beseechingly. Maul groaned, head sinking forward a bit.
“You better work fast, Beloved, he is clenching down…so tight.”

“Cody. Eyes here.” Obi-Wan said firmly, grabbing Cody’s chin and turning his head back to him.
“You want to get fucked more, don’t you? Repeat after me: I’m your pet, my Lords.”
Cody still writhed, trying to get Maul to fuck him again. He looked up at Obi-Wan, mouth half open as he breathed harshly.
He swallowed hard. “Yours…” he tried hopefully, and Obi-Wan sighed. “Good enough for now, I guess. Yes, yes, you do not have to look quite so amused, my Heart.” He grinned ruefully. “Once he starts misbehaving again I’ll point at you and laugh.”
“Your laugh is always welcome, no matter the reason, Beloved.” Maul replied, his eyes dark and fiery with devotion, and Obi-Wan had to lean up and kiss him, slow and deep. Maul started moving again, and Cody trembled with relief.

Obi-Wan watched them move for a bit longer, then showed some mercy - such as it was - and wrapped his hand around Cody’s leaking cock. That earned them both a delightfully helpless, overwhelmed sound, soft and trembling, and when he rubbed his thumb over the slit at the head of his cock, Cody sobbed and came again, spilling into his hand. Maul groaned, hips snapping forward a few more times, then came inside their pet, and that had Cody give a full body shudder, his cock twitching and letting out a last spurt of come before he lay limply, panting.

“I think we can call that a successful first training, all in all.” Obi-Wan said, licking at the come staining his hand, and Maul purred, leaning close and tasting as well.

–

Obi-Wan woke because hands that were not his husband’s closed around his throat, as a weight settled in his lap. He felt skin-warmed metal and grinned, opening his eyes.
“A piece of advice for next time, pet…if you ambush a Sith, the key part is the ambush - meaning speed. Because otherwise, the Sith will just do this.”
Cody’s bound hands were yanked up, held behind his head, exposing his chest in a beautiful way. He snarled quietly as Obi-Wan chuckled.
“I’m not your pet.” he growled, eyes defiant again, and Obi-Wan snorted, running his own hands slowly up his thighs, trailing a finger over one of the marks Maul had left there.

“All evidence points to the contrary.” Obi-Wan replied cheerfully, and slid his hands around Cody’s hips to his ass, kneading his cheeks. Cody’s face darkened in a blush, but he kept glaring adorably.
“Oh, you’re still wet.” Obi-Wan discovered in delight, and Cody’s eyes went wide just before he sunk two fingers back into him, stretching them apart teasingly.
“S-stop that, I’m not…!” he interrupted himself with a small, needy sound at the stretch, bowing his back a bit.
“Mhm, but we have such an appreciative audience, and just between us three…I am a bit of an exhibitionist, I must confess.”
“Shock and disbelief.” Maul’s sleep-rough voice came from his left, and he looked at his husband with a grin.
“I’d never have guessed, with the places you wanted to fuck in.” His voice was dry as a fire.
“And I didn’t get to enjoy our cute new pet yet.” Obi-Wan added, and withdrew his fingers, lifting Cody to rise up on his knees, hands still behind his head for now.

He guided his cock to nudge against his opening, and Cody swallowed, his thighs trembling a bit.
“Now, down, slowly. It’s so cosy right now, isn’t it? No need to hurry.” He guided him downwards slowly with one hand on his hips, and groaned softly as the head slipped inside. Cody tried to bite back a moan, but didn’t quite succeed, sinking down until he sat again in Obi-Wan’s lap.
“Oh, you are perfection, pet.” Obi-Wan groaned.
“Best anniversary present ever.”
And interestingly, traitorously, Cody’s own cock twitched at the reminder, filling up steadily as he shifted minutely in Obi-Wan’s lap.
There was a yawn, and rustling, then Maul moved to sit on Obi-Wan’s legs behind Cody, hooking his chin over his shoulder after pushing his bound hands down to brace on Obi-Wan’s chest instead.
“Roll your hips. Like this.” he whispered, nibbling at Cody’s earlobe while his hands on his hips guided Cody into a slow, circular movement that had his breath hitch softly.

“So pretty, pet…so pretty while full of cock, and trying to deny how desperate you are for more.” he purred, nuzzling into Cody’s throat, and once Cody had established a rhythm Maul was satisfied with, moved a hand up to flick his nipple teasingly again. Cody bit his lip to stay quiet, but Obi-Wan felt his shiver, his thighs on either side of his hips flexing.
“His cock feels amazing, doesn’t it? Every time. It makes you feel like you were made to take it, doesn’t it? It does for me.” His yellow-fire eyes focused on Obi-Wan, love and devotion brimming between them.
Cody had his eyes clenched shut tightly. “It feels good,” he admitted breathlessly, almost a sob, as he started to move faster, “so good.”
“Oh, stop it, my ego.” Obi-Wan said drily, aware that his own face was flushed as he watched his husband and their pet so closely entwined.
“Make him suck on your fingers, my Heart.” he ordered breathlessly. “I bet he looks even better with his mouth full.”
Maul trailed his hand upwards slowly, holding Cody by the throat and tilting his head back. “Hm, what do you think, pretty pet. Do you want your mouth full?”

Cody swallowed hard, his head sunk back on Maul’s shoulder. He didn’t answer - but his mouth opened in a gasp, and he licked over his lips.
Maul chuckled, and trailed his hand further up, slipping first one and then a second finger into Cody’s mouth.
“Careful not to cut yourself.” he murmured. “We still have need of that mouth.” Cody shivered again, closing his lips around those two red-black fingers, and Maul made an appreciative little sound. “Talented tongue.” he commented to Obi-Wan, who groaned at the assault of a future possibility - them filling their pet from both ends at the same time.
Cody’s eyes were open but unfocused, staring into the air as he suckled on Maul’s fingers and rode Obi-Wan’s cock, his own cock neglected but hard and leaking precome.
Maul and Obi-Wan exchanged a long, knowing gaze, both smirking. They already had their pet, the only thing still missing was Cody accepting that truth too.

–

They woke late the next morning, and Obi-Wan was amused to find their pet still asleep on his chest, where he’d collapsed last night - they had made him ride Obi-Wan for two hours, not letting him come until he begged sweetly enough. Clones apparently had excellent stamina, but even they couldn’t keep up with a Sith in the long run. They had finally ceased to amp his sensitivity up - they wouldn’t need it as a training tool any longer. It had served its purpose.
Maul lay curled against his side, watching their pet sleep as well.
“He’s very cute when he sleeps.” he said idly, one leg gently rubbing against Obi-Wan’s in a motion that wasn’t sexual at all, just enjoying their closeness.
“Are you getting attached, my Heart?” Obi-Wan teased and Maul huffed, but just shrugged.
“He fits very well between us…and I have read it’s a sign of a stable relationship if you can keep a pet alive together.”
“I do think they were talking about tookas, dear.” Obi-Wan had to point out. Maul just shrugged again.
“You like him too. You enjoy both his defiance, and his submission, in equal measure.”
“He is entertaining, it’s true.” Obi-Wan admitted. “But I’d kill him the moment you get bored of him.”
Maul smiled. “You say the sweetest things, husband.”

Obi-Wan grinned back. “My tongue is what first endeared me to you after all. Have to keep it well trained.”
“You already do…I enjoy your tongue a great deal.” Maul leered, leaning up for a kiss. They broke apart when they heard a low groan, both smirking against each other’s lips, and slowly separated to watch their pet wake up - slowly, like before, and then all at once - also like before.
Cody’s wide eyes met their own in turn, and when he became aware where exactly he’d slept, he flushed, even as that adorable glare returned to his face once more.
Obi-Wan kept him in place with an arm around his waist.
“Good morning, pet. You slept well.” He grinned. “Didn’t even stir once.” Cody blushed further, averting his gaze.
“Screw you.” he muttered, and they both chuckled.
“Aah, it’s too early for defiance, pet. I think you need a bath - and then breakfast, I would say, and afterwards we can see what we want you to wear…though the thought of keeping it to just your jewellery is definitely appealing.”
“It could be an incentive to be good.” Maul added as he rolled to the side, getting out of bed.
“Bad pets don’t get clothes.”
“I’m not a pet!” Cody denied hotly. He frowned at Obi-Wan as he snorted. “The mess between your thighs and the fact that your pretty little hole is still slightly wet begs to differ, pet.”

Their pet went crimson, pushing himself up, struggling against the grip Obi-Wan had around his waist.
“I’m not- I didn’t - I don’t belong to you!”
“Agree to disagree there.” Obi-Wan shrugged and let him slide off him and the bed, because Maul was already waiting there with the leash matching his golden collar.
“Come, pet, we will take a bath and if you behave, you will even get clothes afterwards.” Maul said simply tugging on the leash just lightly.
Obi-Wan watched them leave the room, his eyes on both of their perfect backsides.
He yawned, giving a luxurious stretch.

It was good to be Sith.

–

He was seated at their breakfast table, enjoying his morning cup of tea when his Heart and their new pet reemerged. Cody had apparently behaved - though he didn’t seem all that happy with the clothes he had been allowed.
Obi-Wan, however, ran his eyes over the short cropped top and flowing, light harem pants - both in black - and was absolutely delighted.
“Marvellous,” he complimented Maul as his husband sat down in his chair. “you just have impeccable taste, my Heart.”
Maul’s lips twitched. “Cody didn’t think so. But he also never touched silk before.” he looked towards their pet who was standing next to their table sullenly. The cuffs around his wrists had been released - resembling simple golden bands for now.
Obi-Wan pointed to the large, comfortable pillow sitting in between their chairs.
“Sit, pet, breakfast is waiting.”

Cody looked down at the pillow as if he wanted to set it on fire with his mind, not moving.
“Do you really think it’s worth fighting over? Aren’t you hungry?” Maul asked, head tilted, and the glare got directed at him - but Cody folded down onto the pillow. Neither of them missed the short look of surprise at how comfortable and soft it was.
Obi-Wan carded a hand through his curls - still short, but not in that severe combed back style anymore. “Very good, pet. You don’t happen to have any allergies, do you?”
Cody crossed his arms over his chest and didn’t meet his eyes, because the quick moment where he had pressed into the contact had been unmistakable.
“Those were engineered out.” he muttered.
“Well, then, are you more of a sweet breakfast type or a hearty one?”
That question seemed to be uncomfortably hard to answer, if the frown he directed at his knees was any indication.
Obi-Wan looked towards Maul, who shrugged, and handed a small plate piled with fruit slices down to Cody.
“Start with these then, pet.” He ordered, picking up a piece of fried meat with his other hand and tearing at it as Cody took the plate reflexively, eyes a bit wide at the explosion of colour on it.

Both of them pretended not to notice the expression of wonder on his face. But they noticed he hadn’t fought being called pet once.

–

Cody’s cheek was pressed into the mattress, his hands tied together again, behind his back this time. His hips were held up by Obi-Wan, who was using his thumbs to spread his cheeks apart and was busy eating him out, alternating broad licks over his hole with short stabs of his tongue. His beard just provided additional stimulation.
Cody was staring up at Maul, who was sitting next to him, petting him comfortingly. He was pretty sure Cody didn’t actually see him - he had stopped begging around half an hour ago, completely out of his mind with need.
They had introduced him to another piece of jewellery - a cockring, matching his cuffs and collar.

Cody had not been a fan.

“I think he’d like a finger or two, Beloved.” Maul said idly, and Cody blinked up at him as if he just realised he had stared at him for a while now.
Maul smirked down at him. “And if he is good, he can even get one.” He unlocked the cuffs with a lazy motion, and they were both delighted at the way he kept his hands there, still trying to move his hips back into Obi-Wan’s face mindlessly.
“Come here, pet.” Maul patted his lap invitingly, drawing Cody up by the shoulders until he braced himself on his elbows, his head sunk forward as Obi-Wan finally pushed in a single finger alongside his tongue.
Maul petted Cody for a bit before slowly dragging his head closer, and down, towards his cock.
“Can you be good, pet? Good pets get to come.”
Cody blinked at him again, swallowing hard. “I‘ll be good. Please?” The words were almost slurred.
Maul smiled down at him, and wrapped a hand around his own cock demonstratively, stroking himself a few times. Cody’s gaze snapped down and followed the motion as if he was hypnotized by it.
He licked his lips.

“Our pet is clever…I’m sure you can figure out how to be good.”
Cody’s breath hitched, and he leaned further down, his eyes slipping closed.
Obi-Wan heard Maul’s groan, and he just had to see, so he sat up, keeping his finger inside Cody, but peering over the long, beautiful line of his back.
“Oh, that’s just a criminally pretty sight.” he said appreciatively. “How is he doing?”
“Shy, but eager.” Maul breathed, his head sinking back a little. “Very good. Such a sweet, good pet.”
Cody made a little whining sound and swallowed more of Maul’s cock, sinking down further. Maul met Obi-Wan’s eyes with a grin.
“Does our pet like hearing how good he is doing? How pretty he looks when he’s desperate for more?”
Cody’s toes curled and he moved his arms - wrapping them around Maul’s legs to hold on as he went down even further. He needed several tries, but eventually his lips brushed the base of Maul’s cock. He stayed there, swallowing several times, his face scrunched up in concentration, then he pulled back slowly. Maul tugged him fully off his cock, scritching under his chin as he held his face in one hand.

“Stay like this for a moment, pet.” He looked over him towards Obi-Wan, and it was obvious what he wanted.
It was interesting, Obi-Wan mused to himself as he summoned the flask of oil into his hand and slicked his fingers, pushing two into Cody and scissoring them apart. Cody was still defiant, still struggled - though he seemed to understand that some battles just were not worth it - but once they got him needy enough, all those complaints and assurances that he wasn’t their pet stopped.
He hoped it stayed like this. It would be boring if they eventually tamed him completely.
Since they had spent so much time playing already, he could be a bit impatient regarding the prep, and it didn’t take long for him to remove his fingers. He leaned over Cody so he could lick a line of sweat up from between his shoulder blades to his neck, and nuzzled into his throat.
“Tell me you want my cock, pet. Tell me you need it.” He murmured, using the opportunity to kiss Maul’s fingers softly and get a soft caress over his cheek in return.
Cody swallowed, licking his lips. “P-Please. I want- please? I need your cock. Please?” He whined, pushing back as much as he could into Obi-Wan’s body covering his.

“He’s right, what a good pet you are.” Obi-Wan praised, delighted at the full body shudder that evoked.
He sat back on his haunches, running his hands firmly over his cheeks one last time, before gripping his hips and moving forward. Cody opened up for him beautifully, eagerly; he bottomed out in a single, smooth thrust, and as he paused there, Maul pushed Cody’s head down again.
“Good pets get rewarded.” Maul said throatily, and Cody moaned as he went back to swallow his cock down.

–

As they had both known he would, Cody had balked when he saw the pillow placed between their two thrones, and he had sunk down on it only reluctantly. He then proceeded to pout sulkily for half an hour before he allowed himself to slowly relax, as they’d both suspected he would.
They both had work to do on their datapads first, so Maul summoned a third one - with carefully restricted access - and handed it down to him. Cody had taken it with a look of surprise and activated it, pressing unconsciously into the hand Obi-Wan carded through his hair, scritching his scalp absentmindedly.

They sat together in comfortable silence, Obi-Wan and Maul sending reports and documents between each other, and Cody apparently reading something. He had sat back fully now, leaning against Maul’s leg and slowly relaxed more and more, until they felt his mind slip into a light doze, not really thinking about anything, just coasting along right on the edge of sleep. He startled awake as the audiences began, and people started to trickle in to discuss or plead for various concessions and the like, or to update them on events unfolding in the galaxy.
That was what caught their pet’s attention, as one of their informants updated them on a situation involving the Clones, still rogue and defending themselves against anyone trying to take control of them - which was everyone - and facing a larger threat than normal.
They both felt their pet’s thoughts snap into focus incredibly fast, as he straightened up on his pillow and listened, and the more information they got, the more tense Cody became.

“We’ll discuss this between us. Wait outside.” Obi-Wan told their surprised informant, and looked down at their pet when the doors closed.
“Something you’d like to say, pet?”
Cody wasn’t raising his eyes further than his knees, as he shifted into a kneeling position.
“Please, my Lord.” he started, shoulders tight, head bowed submissively. “They need help.”
“They surely do.” Maul agreed idly from beside him, mustering Cody in interest.
“But why should we provide it? What would we gain if we offered that help?”
“Allies. Loyal allies.” Cody said immediately. “There is no better army in the galaxy than us, my Lords.” He hesitated, his face flushing in embarrassment. “...and I’d be forever in your debt if you saved my brothers.”

“Forever is a long time, pet.” Obi-Wan commented idly, tipping his chin up with two fingers to make Cody look at him.
“And we already have you.” Maul reminded him, and Cody’s eyes shuttered, became cold and determined.
“I swear to the Maker that I will fight you every step of the way as long as I breathe. I will always look for a chance to kill either or both of you, and I will not let up until either you or I are dead.” the oath settled between them, as certain and unshakable as the basic laws of the universe.
“But if you- if you help them…” he trailed off, swallowing, then continued. “I will be yours until the day I die.”
“Oh, look at our fierce pet, my Heart.” Obi-Wan purred, meeting Maul’s darkly delighted eyes with his own.
“Who could say no to an offer like that?”

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