Title: Markings
Author:  Sarina Argus, aka Aya
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Slash piece
Summary: um, the title pretty much sums it up
Archive: Sith_Chicks, DMEB and the Temple Slash Archive only for now.
NOTE:  This piece is actually kind of useless, because I like Andrea's
explanation better than mine.  So treat it as you would any other piece fluff
because frankly, compared to her piece, this sucks :) Other than that, this
is my first full on SLASH piece, so forgive me if I totally screw this up. 
Props and thankees to Mercutio, Changeling and Bunny for the beta.
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Rez circled the young man, appraising him carefully.  As pleasure master for
Mistress Lilith, he'd done things similar before. This time, something seemed
different.  He dismissed his concerns for now.  His mistress gave him his
instructions.  He would not question her, yet.

The young man attempted to disguise his unease, keeping his expression as
blank as his thoughts.  He was put into the pleasure master's charge, though
he was not told for how long or why.  His master had his reasons for this. 
To bring him more in touch with the Force perhaps.  To help him focus his
energy.  A rite of passage, so to speak.

"You're sure of this, young one?"  Rez asked.

"It is what my master wishes," came the soft reply.

Rez moved closer, his breath now warm on the young man's skin.  "And what do
you wish?"

The young man shuddered slightly.  "That is unimportant.  It is what my
master wishes."

Rez smiled then.  "Are you sure?"  His lips were barely brushing the young
man's ear, whispering softly.  "When did your master's wishes overpower your
own?"

He gritted his teeth, shaking off the velvet warmth of the older man's voice.
"It hardly matters now."  He exhaled hard.  "Master..."

Rez chuckled softly, moving to the soft pallet in front of them.  "Very well.
Undress."

The young man stripped off his dark robe slowly, letting it puddle at his
feet.  His tunics followed soon afterward, falling silently on the dark
fabric.  His movements were hesitant, even awkward, and Rez wondered if this
was the same man he'd watched performing katas with unfailing grace earlier.
The young man undid the ties of his leggings, his fingers shaking as he
fumbled with the strings.

"What is your name?" Rez asked.

"Why do you ask?"

"Because I don't wish to continue calling you 'boy' for the rest of the
afternoon," he answered quickly.  "It hardly seems proper."  He raised an
eyebrow then.  "What does your master call you?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"He said names were unimportant to him and to us.  That we would make our own
names, that the Force would decide them."  Rez watched him slip the soft
cloth over his slim hips, smoothing the fabric over his legs before stepping
out of the garment. 

He wore no underclothes, something Rez found unusual, though not surprising. 
His soft manhood lay on its nest of wiry curls swaying slightly with his
movements.  The young man moved to cover himself.

"Don't.  You've nothing I haven't seen before." He grinned then.  "And you
are quite nice to look at."

Rez's smile widened as pink began to seep into the young man's cheeks though
he made no further movements.  Circling him again, Rez ran his hands over the
young man's shoulders, down his arms tracing the long, well defined muscles
and across his narrow hips.  "I think I'll call you Davi."

"Why?"

"Because it pleases me," he said quickly.  Striding to the doorway, "Come,
before we start, you'll need to bathe."

"Why?"

"Because I said so."  Rez gave him a sidelong glance.  "Are you always this
chatty with your master?"

He shook his head.  "No, my master tells me what I need to know."

"But is it all you need to know?"

Confusion shone in the young man's eyes.  "I don't understand."

Rez's smile grew wickedly.  "I know that, young one.  But you will soon
enough."

He led the young man to the baths, pulling him underneath the water. 
Shedding his own robes quickly, Rez began washing him with knowing hands. 
"You have wonderful skin, Davi.  Smooth, soft, it absolutely glows.  Don't
you think so, Kala?"

"Yes, very nice," came the soft sultry reply.  She'd slipped into the
chambers unnoticed, carrying a tray of oils and ointments.  Then to Rez, "Our
mistress says you have the rest of the day.  She and his master have other
business to attend to."  Her lip curled with distaste with the last words.

Rez nodded.  "Please tell her I hear and obey."  Kala gave him a knowing look
and left as quietly as she arrived.

The young man watched this interchange with interest.  "What other business
does she have with my master?"

"It is none of our affair," Rez replied brusquely.  He ran the cloth over the
younger man's abdomen and noticed a quiver race through him.  Rez smiled and
repeated the action, then dropped the cloth in favor of skin on wet skin.

"Don't..." he stammered, his composure shaken.

"Don't what?" Rez purred.

"This is wrong.  My master..."

"Your master just put you into my care for the afternoon, Davi."  He leaned
closer and brushed a droplet of water from the young man's shoulder with his
lips.  "Do I frighten you?"

"No!" he shouted. 

"Are you sure?"  Another brush, this time against his chest.

"Stop," the young man responded,  "please."

Rez moved away, teasing the younger man's with a fleeting touch.  "Don't tell
me you didn't like that."  The young man swallowed hard in response.  His
shaft was already half erect, betraying his growing arousal.  Rez smiled
then.  "Finish up, I still have to prepare you."  Moving out of the waters,
he retrieved a large towel and wrapped it loosely around his waist.

The young man finished his washing with rough jerky motions and soon stood in
front of Rez, skin slick and glistening in the lamplight.  Rez nodded and
handed him a soft green bath sheet.  "Dry yourself, Davi..."

"Please don't call me that."

"What would you like me to call you?"

The young man was silent.

Rez chuckled then.  "As I said, Davi," he drawled, "dry yourself and then
come with me."  Rez donned a large robe and waited patiently for the young
man to finish.  "Why do I frighten you?" he asked casually.

"You do not frighten me," the young man responded. 

Rez moved closer, driving him back a step. Chuckling, he said, "You are a
terrible liar, young one."  The young man flushed in response, not wishing to
meet Rez's gaze.  "I frighten you, but more importantly, you frighten
yourself.  Why?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Of course you do, Davi."  He moved closer and brushed his hand against the
young man's waist, across the small of his back and around his hips, then
laced his fingers through the soft curls between his thighs.  "Don't tell me
you've not..."

"My master believes that abstention will make me stronger."

"Your master is wrong."

The young man stared at him in disbelief.  "My master..."

"Is partaking in the same pleasure he is depriving you of, Davi."  He smiled
then.  "My mistress is quite skilled."  Taking in his stunned expression, 
Rez moved away slowly and quickly donned his own robes.  "Come, young one. 
There is much I must attend to."

...ooOOoo...

Returning to the rooms, Rez lead him to the long padded table in the center. 
"Here.  Lie down on your stomach."  He didn't turn to see if his order was
obeyed, but went to the small basket of bottles and vials filled with clear
and colored liquids.  "Do you have a scent you prefer, Davi?"

"No."

He turned as the young man lowered himself on the pad.  Selecting two
bottles, he went to his side and looked into the young man's eyes,  "You are
certain, young one.  You want this?"

He nodded shakily.  "Yes.  My master wishes it."

"Very well." Taking the first vial, he poured a small amount of oil into his
palm, warming it before applying it to the young man's body.  


He started at the shoulders, rubbing strong fingertips over his collarbones,
across the nape of his neck, then smoothing the oil lower onto the younger
man's shoulder blades.  "Do you like this, Davi?"

No response, though his eyelids fluttered slightly before closing.  Rez
smiled and moved lower, drawing light circles on his lower back with light
strokes.  Gooseflesh rose on the young man's arms as he let out a shuddering
breath. 

Rez leaned over, barely brushing the younger man's nape.  "Are you cold?"

"N-no..." came the breathy reply. He fisted his hands by his sides, digging
them into the soft cushions. 

Rez glanced at the young man and purred, "It's alright, young one, I want you
to enjoy this."

"Please... don't."

Rez brushed his lips across the young man's ear and continued his
ministrations.  He moved lower then, smoothing more scented oil on the
younger man's hips and the rounded cheeks of his buttocks, kneading his
muscled flesh and feeling a quiver beneath his fingertips and an almost
imperceptible tilting, arching against his hands. 

"You are quite beautiful, Davi.  I hope your master tells you that."

"Why should it matter?" he murmured.

"Because it does.  And you are."  He trailed his fingers down the backs of
his thighs, watching the young man shake and slowly grind his hips into the
cushion.  "You like this," Rez purred.  "It pleases me."

"Why?"

"Because, young one, there is much pleasure gained from giving pleasure. 
You'll learn that someday."

"My master would not approve."

"Your master already knows this," he said, sliding his hand between the
younger man's thighs, and across the crease of his legs.  "He comes here
often enough and spends much time with my mistress."  Applying more oil, "She
is as skilled as I."

He rubbed his thumbs over the smooth flesh, gently teasing his sensitive
skin.  The young man let out an involuntary moan.  Rez smiled and ran his
fingers over the cleft of his cheeks, eliciting another breathy moan.  "Have
you ever..."

"No!" The young man moved, then stilled under Rez's soft hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Davi.  I did not mean to frighten you."  His voice was soft, his
hands warm and soothing.  The young man relaxed, his muscles loosening under
Rez's caress.

"You... forgive me, master.  It is not my place..."  he whispered, his tone
soft and deferential.

"Davi.  All I want to do is give you pleasure..."

"My master..."

"Can wait."  He ran his hands over the young man's back and shoulders again. 
"Roll over please."

The young man complied, turning from pink to bright red as he revealed his
throbbing erection.  Rez met his gaze with a soft one of his own.  "I meant
it when I said you are beautiful."  He poured more oil into his hands and
quickly smoothed it over the young man's legs, curling his fingers around his
calves and thighs, stroking the muscled flesh expertly. 

The young man's breathing went shallow, rapid, and a soft moan escaped his
lips.  He moved his hips slightly, tightening and arching up, straining as
his heartbeat quickened.  Rez ran a finger along his sac...

His belly was soon coated with his semen and sweat as his orgasm swept
through him.  His eyes widened in shock as he was overtaken with the warm
languor that accompanied this release.  He turned to Rez with a questioning
look.

"Did you like that, Davi?"

"Yes..." he panted.

"That is pleasure. Have you never touched yourself like that before?"

"My master disapproved of such things.  He did not allow it."

"And if you did?"

"I was punished."  The young man looked away.  "I learned not to... do that."

Rez touched the young man's cheek then, turning him to face him.  "Davi..." 
he lowered his mouth to the young man's and kissed him, stroking his lips
with his own, exploring the warm mouth with his tongue.  He trailed slick
fingers across his cheek, stroking his neck before resting them lightly on
his chest.  He pulled away and gave him a questioning look.

"Davi?"

The young man was caught between surprise, longing and no small bit of fear. 
"Please, Master..."

"Please what?" Rez purred.

"Please... don't stop."

Rez smiled warmly and pressed his lips to Davi's chin, feathering light
kisses on his jaw and neck while teasing his nipples with quick fingertips. 
Davi sighed as Rez moved lower, laving his skin with his tongue before
capturing the flat male nipple with his lips and teeth.  He sucked lightly,
teasing him and pulling away to warm his skin with his breath.  Davi moaned
again.

Rez moved to the other nipple, then burned a trail of wet heat down his
chest, across his flat, semen-covered abdomen to the sensitive area just
above his wiry black curls.  The young man was once again erect, his proud
shaft lying in its soft nest.  Rez took it in his hands and began to stroke
him slowly, firmly, drawing more gasps from Davi's lips.  The young man began
to thrust up against his hands.

"Do you like this?" Rez asked softly.

"Yes... oh Sith, yes!"

Rez smiled then lowered his lips to the man's weeping cock.  He flicked his
tongue over the slit, causing the young man to groan again, clawing into the
soft cushion beneath him.
Warming him with his breath, he took the ruby-red head in his mouth.

Davi screamed, arching up into the warm mouth and clutching the warm cushion
beneath him.  His screams were reduced to whimpers as Rez took his length
deeply, gliding down his shaft until it brushed the back of his throat, then
sliding back up, letting the tip bob jus in front of his lips.  It was but a
moment before his cock was once more sheathed in that mouth, that hot wet
velvet mouth.  Rez swirled his tongue just so, drawing shudders and breathy
moans from Davi's barely parted lips.

"More, please."

Rez complied, sucking and teasing him, one hand cupping his sac and stroking
lightly, the other hand on the young man's chest, tracing soft patterns on
his sweaty skin.  Davi moved with him, awkwardly at first, then thrusting in
rhythm with the pleasure master. He tangled a hand in the older man's hair
and held on, afraid this delicious torment would end. 

Rez groaned softly, sending shivers into the young man's cock, listening to
the music of the young man's voice, of his pleasure.  He felt a familiar
tightening in the young body beneath him and took him deeply once again.

This orgasm nearly ripped him in two as Davi screamed again and again,
flooding Rez's mouth and throat.  The older man drank him down greedily, then
lapped his entire shaft with his tongue and lips.  Davi barely felt the soft
lips brush his own before he slipped into a well sated slumber...

...oooOOOooo...

The young man woke sometime later and felt a soft itch on his shoulders.  He
sat up slowly and looked around carefully, searching for the older man when
he caught his own reflection in the mirror.  It was done, he thought with no
small regret.  He then called for the older man.

"Master?"

Darth Sidious entered the chambers and smiled wickedly.  "Good, my apprentice
you're awake."

The young man fell to the ground in a swift bow.  "My master, my apologies..."

Sidious waved his hand.  "Cha'ntho said the process should have taken several
days.  I'm rather impressed with you.  A strong body and mind to serve the
Sith."

He bowed his head.  "Yes, my master."  It was then he saw the black trails
along his hands.

"Stand.  I want to look at you."

The young man stood then, glancing briefly at the silver haired woman that
entered the room with Rez.  Turning his attention back to his master, he
bowed his head slightly and studied the black and red marks upon his arms and
chest that matched the ones covering his face..  Dark swirls of crimson and
ebon covered his skin in traditional markings. 

"Excellent Rez, an excellent job," Sidious purred, circling the young man in
appraisal.

"If I have pleased you, then I am grateful."  Rez bowed low, standing next to
his mistress.  He straightened again and stared into the young man's golden
eyes.  "Your apprentice is a strong young man."

"Of course he is," Sidious responded quickly.  "He is my future.  Our
future," he drawled, trailing his hand along the younger man's chest. 
Turning away quickly, he ordered, "Get dressed, my apprentice.  There is much
to do."  And then he was gone.

Lilith studied the young man once more, then turned to leave, touching Rez's
arm lightly, a soft comforting gesture.  Rez glanced at her briefly and
watched her go.  He then turned to the young man, who was pulling on the dark
clothing with slow mechanical movements.  He strode to him once more and
touched his cheek, tilting his face up and brushing his lips against the
young man's mouth.

"You are still very beautiful, Davi.  And it does matter.  You can walk away
if you wish..."

"No, I can't."  He stepped away and took up his cloak.  "I carry his mark on
my body."  Then moving closer, Davi kissed Rez again. Then the young man
fastened the cloak around him, bowed once and left.

Rez watched him leave and mused in bittersweet tones, "And mine on your soul."