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by Mia (miakun)
at January 14th, 2006 (12:35 am)
ecstatic

current mood: ecstatic

Aaaaaaaand it's past midnight. So HAPPY BIRTHDAY kosiah!

So much love to you and it's just another year of being more awesome.

Waking up from his drowsing nap, Mekel blinked a few times. He yawned and stretched out on his long chair, shifting his feet on his footrest. It was a tough life being a famous and powerful Sith Lord. All the credits in the word placed in front of you and it was impossible to tell friend from foe.

All Mekel had to console himself with was his myriads of slaves, his extraordinary amounts of money and power, and the galaxy firmly under his reign. Really it wasn’t near enough.

He’d have to spread out his resources – maybe event a new sport. The work never ended.

After taking the conquest of Thule and putting that under his power it was simple enough to set the rest of the galaxy a fire. Revan went down in a steeping flame – after the control collar was tightly clamped. They say strangulation was a hard way to go, the Admiral didn’t seem to mind so much.

And the slow brutal death of the Mandalorian – it was a shame. He would have made a good footrest.

Mekel shifted his feet again on the soft flesh of Yuthura Ban, who was bent over, offering the best position of her bare back for him to rest on. Some things never changed.

“Grapes, milord?” Lashowe asked, her eyes shining and a smirk at her lips.

Mekel waved his hand and leaned back, as she fed him carefully. The succinct taste was a little tart, and the juice dripped down his lips. Lashowe dabbed at it with a blue handkerchief that matched her laced up slave outfit.

Really they’d been a great design. Free from effluence of movement, leaving not much to the imagination. And of course on naked Tuesday, nothing was left to the imagination.

“Where’s Lyd?” he waved off the rest of the grapes and picked up his goblet, filled with only the most expensive drink known to the universe. It tasted like water with a hint of flowers- possibly easy to make, but it was the status of it, and it made his skin shine. It was important to take care of looks after entering the Dark Side and mastering the Force.

No one liked an ugly Sith Lord Supreme Ruler.

Mission Vao sat in a matching outfit in gold, at his feet holding a bowl of chocolate covered mallowstars, freshly chilled, and waiting.

“In the library, of course,” Lieutenant Blue responded before adding, “King Wonderful.”

Mekel nodded, and gestured for Mission to fetch Lydie. The library had an extensive collection of every book and datapad, in every language and planetary dialect. It took up an entire building of it’s own and required a hoverlift just to travel through. Fourteen stories high with every edition and translation.

Needless to say when he’d shown Lydie Korr it’s expanses, they’d both made good use of level three – right next to the ancient Sith Practices of War and Love.

“Would you like me to pick up Telos as well, milord?” Lashowe’s eyes were still bright and she leaned over to kiss off the excess juice that was still on his lips.

Mekel thought it over for a moment and nodded. He shifted more comfortable on his Ban footstool and kicked it. She let out a grunt, but stayed still. Lyd and Telos had gotten along better after Mekel had made them have a mud fight in his honor. He’d recorded it, for posterity of course.

Telos had been picky about hitting a girl, but throwing mud had apparently not been against his moral code. All in all it was entertaining – and luckily on a Tuesday. Lydie had been practicing her headbutts ever since. She was getting really good.

He was proud.

Telos arrived first; he noted that Dustil had finally learned to walk in his outfit without flashing the entire serving staff, which was an accomplishment since it was less covering than the girls. Lashowe instantly was his side again helping him out of his robes and onto the massage table. Mekel had to step off Yuthura to do so; it showed her training that she didn’t swear at him anymore.

He rested his head on the plush Fosh feather filled pillow – the rest of its tribe had been more apt to complying with Mekel’s demand after he’d made an example of the first one. Bald Foshes were not a pretty sight. He lazily looked Dustil up and down and frowned. “You’ve got engine grease on your ear.”

And of course, on his shoulder, and behind his knees – however the hell that happened. There were seventeen other areas that might have been of Telos’ interests, but he kept himself to the interstellar four flights and ten wide speeder bay. He was about to suggest a bath when Blue showed up with Lydie, a book still clutched in hand.

Lydie Korr had a dancers grace as she moved, one eyebrow raised over those deep blue eyes, towards him. She handed the book to Mission who frowned before moving over towards Lashowe.

Mekel pulled her towards him when she was close enough and kissed her before picking up the long feathered fan (also Fosh) with a flick of his hand. “It’s a little stuffy in here. Why don’t you fan me while Telos gives me a massage?”

One eyebrow lifted, but Lydie went towards the fan and began to steadily keep it moving. She could have done it with the Force, but the movement of her muscles and arms, and everything else was a better sight when done manually. Mekel watched from his vantage point and was almost ready to suggest that everyone leave when the fresh, and expensive oil dripped onto his bare back.

Dustil’s hands soon followed, and Mekel was content just to relax to the kneading of his muscles and the movements of Lydie Korr.

All seemed just perfect, like it always was until there was a distinct coughing noise taking him out of his euphoria. He opened his eyes fully to stare at Lydie Korr, who seemed irritated.

“What?” He moved to get up but Dustil’s hands on his back shoved him back down. “Telos, what the frack?”

“Do you actually think I’d wear this?” Lydie’s voice was sharp, the fan resting at her side, her eyebrows looked like they were trying to escape her forehead.

He took a moment to examine the pink slave outfit fully, lingering in the parts that weren’t covered. “What’s wrong with it? Is it chafing? You could always wear what Dustil’s wearing?”

Dustil’s knuckles dug into Mekel’s back painfully. “I don’t think it’s her color,” he said tightly.

Mekel jerked out from under his ministrations and glared. “What the frack? You’re usually happy during fan time and massage time. You could switch if it makes you feel better.”

“Look if you want this deluded little fantasy,” Dustil snapped moving to stand next to Lydie, Mekel noted that Lashowe and Mission were also there, with their arms crossed and on their hips respectively, “That’s fine. But don’t act like we’d actually be happy like this. Frackhead.”

“But—you got the biggest speeder garage in the fracking galaxy and you,” he pointed at Lydie. “I gave you every book in existence. And frack – you’re just ingrates.”

“Really, you choobie-faced dishrag?” Mission glared at him.

There was some Huttese swearing behind him. “Mulla ooooweee chubba Ajunta’s Choobies, Jin.” Ban stood up, fairly bent in the same position she was in before.

Mekel shifted. “I don’t know what you’re all complaining about. I’m giving each of you what you want and all I ask in return is for you to understand my own needs.”

The unison laughing was not helping his ego. Although the view of Lashowe snickering and bent over slightly wasn’t bad.

“Wouldn’t you rather we were happy?” Lydie’s blue eyes stared at him boring into the back of his head and sending a shiver down his spine.

“You’re not happy?” Mekel didn’t mean for his voice to come out so pitiful sounding, he coughed and cleared his voice. “Why are you complaining? I’m the dark lord of the galaxy! You don’t argue with that.”

Telos blinked at him and then shrugged. “Yeah. Okay no arguing then Lord Mekk. I’m going to go get some pants. Lydie?”

She blinked blue eyes from Mekel to Dustil and then hooked her arm in Dustil’s. “There are other libraries.”

Mekel frowned at their retreating backs, willing power into his hands but coming up short. Lieutenant Blue trotted off after them and Lashowe leaned her head on his shoulder. “There’s always next time, Coruscant.”

He frowned and crossed his arms over his bare chest, the oil from the massage dripping uncomfortably down his back.

“Fracking – I’m getting slave collars.”

Lashowe laughed.



A tug at his consciousness and he opened his eyes to the sharp light above him. Dream.

“Mmm, strong stuff, Coru?” Lashowe said curling onto the arm of the chair, an amused gleam in her eyes.

Mekel blinked back the sleepiness from his eyes and glanced around. Lydie was reading a datapad quietly from the floor, her head leaning against the couch. Telos was sprawled out on said couch on his stomach, snoring softly. Mission was perched on Dustil's back flipping through Pazaak cards, one of her hands resting on his face.

The low dim light of the Ebon Hawk was piercing against his eyes and the smell of Corellian brandy took up the entire area. Mekel glanced at Lashowe and leaned back.

She smiled, “Good dream, birthday-boy?”

Mekel glanced around and shrugged. “This is better.”

Comments

Posted by: kosiah (kosiah)
Posted at: January 14th, 2006 01:43 pm (UTC)
Yay! thanks!!

Naked tuesdays. This is great, thanks. And very, awww. I think that's just about perfectly how it would go too.

Posted by: Mia (miakun)
Posted at: January 14th, 2006 05:21 pm (UTC)
Re: Yay! thanks!!
and then a ship landed on them... the en

I'm glad you liked it! It was waaaaaaaaaay too much fun to write. plutospawn has something coming up for you, I believe as well.

Posted by: roseohseven (rose70)
Posted at: January 14th, 2006 07:24 pm (UTC)

This is still my favorite part, rofl:

Mekel thought it over for a moment and nodded. He shifted more comfortable on his Ban footstool and kicked it. She let out a grunt, but stayed still. Lyd and Telos had gotten along better after Mekel had made them have a mud fight in his honor. He’d recorded it, for posterity of course. Telos had been picky about hitting a girl, but throwing mud had apparently not been against his moral code. All in all it was entertaining – and luckily on a Tuesday. Lydie had been practicing her headbutts ever since.

But this is a close second:

Mekel jerked out from under his ministrations and glared. “What the frack? You’re usually happy during fan time and massage time. You could switch if it makes you feel better.”

You rock, woman, ahahahaha...

Posted by: Mia (miakun)
Posted at: January 14th, 2006 07:29 pm (UTC)
I'll Be In My Bunk (Jayne - Firefly)

Hee. Thanks.

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