A Quiet Night in ... [Cryax Bane]

[Lucien Cordel]

The Holo on the wall ticked onto the hour. Right on que the Zeletron slave Cryax had brought back to look after Malcom walked into the room, 'Pinkie' as the couple affectionately referred to him was so very good to malcom.Every hour on the hour pinkie came to fluff his cushions and occasionally give him a massage or fetch him somthing to drink,eat or read. Malcom did not acknowledge his entrance but the pink slave bowed to him all the same. Then he moved to plump Malcom's cushions "I cleaned up your baking stuff, sir and cleaned up the bathroom as you asked " He began, gently easing malcom up to tend to the cushion Malcom had been lay against "I'll tend to your cushions now master, how is your knee sir?" The slave asked, he was good , he even sounded interested "fine ... Thank you" the crime lord replied barely lifting his attention from the book. "There are cookies in the jar on the counter , you can have some after you have sorted my knee, just fix the cushion the heat rub is unpleasant and I'm not in that much pain" he mused. The slave smiled gently easing Malcom back to rest against the cushion. Then he moved down to kneel by Malcom's legs. He gently lifted Malcom's bad leg, the movement causing the man to wince. The pink slave gently stroked Malcom's sore knee, fear flashing over his face "I beg your forgiveness Sir, I apologize ..." He begged kissing the angry flesh. Malcom nodded dismissing the apology with a wave. Then Pinkie switched the cushion it had been resting on for a cushion he'd pre-plumped, the slave eased Malcom's knee back down and began rubbing Malcom's legs so his knee didn't get stiff. Then he looked to further orders from the man. Malcom sighed gently "You can go now, put Cryax's pajamas in the airing cupboard I want them nice and warm for him when he gets home ... then you can go for a lie down , rest cryax has you working tonight"

As Pinkie left the sound of the Langly-Bane butler droid drew Malcolm's interest.

Malcom smiled over the top of his Data pad as the droid butler who served himself and his Boyfreind [member="Cryax Bane"] Announced that the Chiss had finally left his office downstairs and was finally making his way back up to Malcom. He flung the data pad down 'Lady Organa's Lover' could wait.

Their penthouse apartment sat atop a swanky nightclub out of which Cryax ran his crime empire. Malcom helped sometimes, from the apartment. He was too scared to go down to the club, or speak face to face with anyone he didn't know completely. So usually Malcom just handled the domestic arrangements, the pairs droid servants cleaned but malcom cooked their meals most nights , did their shopping (On the holonet), maintained the finest garden on the smugglers moon (Best Bio dome outside kamino) and baked. Malcom loved to bake. He left all the scary outside world stuff to Cryax for the most part, His Cry was the brave one.

Malcom had arranged for a nice warm bath, filled with all manner of overpriced relaxation products, to be run ready for Cryax coming home. which he would have the blue man take a long indulgent soak in whilst he doted on his love. His man worked so hard, he deserved to waited on a bit when he got home and Malcom was glad to be the one to look after him. He had had the droid warn him as soon as Cryax left his office so that Malcom would have plenty of time to confirm his order for takeout for the pair, pour Cryax a drink and be at the door when his lover came home. Malcolm's bum knee and savaged chest meant that he was not as fast as most men his age.

none the less Malcom was stood in the hall Beaming broadly, A glass of reserve whisky on the hall dresser, when Cryax walked through the door. Malcom had been waiting all day for Cryax to come home. He barely let the front door shut before he enveloped Cryax in a hug, the curse induced heartache finally abating "I Missed you Batahn" He cooed into Cryax's shoulder. Cryx's back felt tense under Malcom's hands. His poor man must have been exhausted. Malcom would soon fix that.

Then whilst ensuring he kept at least one hand on Cryax. the crippled crime lord helped Cryax out of his jacket before handing him the glass of Whisky. If Cryax made any active effort to help Malcom would simply bat his hand away and chide him "Tir ch'ah ch'ean'i tur vah, Ch'eo Ch'acah " He was making an effort to learn Cheunh for Cryax. He couldn't stand the thought of a life without the chiss. Not to mention the fact that it hurt bad enough when Cryax was on the bottom floor of the night club never mind if the man ever left him. So Malcom made every effort to be the perfect lover; affectionate, attentive, compassionate and on nights like this, down right servile. he had made himself into a sort of lap dog. If Cryax so much as dropped a fork Malcom would shoot , in the loosest sense given his knee , to pick it up.

Once Cryax was free of his jacket Malcom would push Cryax, very softly down into the chair they kept in the hall. The chair was there mainly so Malcom could put his shoes on with the minimum of pain, on the occasions when cry was forced to bring the very anxious Malcom along with him somewhere outside of the club. Malcom couldn't bear to be near people due to his PTSD unless he was holding his boyfriend's hand or otherwise connected to him. Even then he need some time to psych himself up or he got very clingy needing near constant reassurance.

Then he knelt down to ease Cryax's shoes off his no doubt weary feet. Still on his knees he stroked gently over the top of both the man's socks then pulled them off with a grin. It would save his poor blue protector having to bend down to do it when he came to get undressed, heck if he had his way he'd undress cry completely himself but alas with his battered body that would take far too long. Masking the soreness this induced in his knee with a sympathetic smile. "You look tired Cry, I ran you a bath ... you go through I'll be in, in a secound" He wanted Cry to go first for two reasons:

First so he could get up without Cry seeing how sore kneeling had made him, the man would only make a fuss over him and Malcom wanted to care for Cryax. Not the other way around , the human would no doubt need plenty of care when he inevitably awoke from a nightmare at 3 am. At that point Malcom was certain his Cry would be there to hug him tight and soothe him back to sleep with near limitless tenderness.

Second he wanted to put his Pj's on before he returned to doting on Cryax. Malcom pushed himself to get dressed properly every morning to bring some order to his self induced seclusion but now that Cry was home from work it was perfectly acceptable for him to put looser clothing back on. It also meant he'd be able to put a heat wrap on his now throbbing knee too.

 

[Cryax Bane]

To some, Nar Shaddaa was a cerulean and pink nightmare of pirates and criminals. To Cryax Bane, it was serenity. A night owl with a preference for darkened rooms lined with monitors, the Chiss was right at home among the neon signs and spotlights that blotted out the stars. It was also home to Cryax’s newly built establishment, The Blue Devil, a one hundred story club-slash-luxury residential building that rose up out the Uscru Entertainment District like a shining blue beacon to the planet's unabashed decadence. The name of the club was a nod to the Chiss’ nickname in the sector. Now that he was back on the Smuggler’s Moon, Cryax was running the gangs who were bedeviling Nar Shaddaa right under the noses of the Techno Union authorities. At least the ones who weren’t sitting in his back pocket.

The doors hissed open, signalling Bane’s arrival at the penthouse he shared with his boyfriend, Malcom. For a man like Cryax Bane, Malcom was a dream. Patient, doting, forgiving, and of course, remarkably handsome. The other man greeted him with a warm embrace, and Cryax leaned in to breathe the familiar scent of his lover’s cologne. It smelled like a lovely summer rain.

“I missed you too, darling,” he exhaled, his glowing red eyes sunken in their sockets. He’d been working hard to secure a foothold in the Nar Shaddaa criminal underworld again, and it showed. Malcom, moving as quickly as he could with a multitude of nagging injuries, would help the Chiss unwind with takeout, a bath, and his every need catered to. Malcom was Cryax’s broken-winged angel.

Cryax smiled broadly at the other man’s Cheuhn. With human vocal chords it would never be perfect, but his effort was endearing. He let himself be plopped in a chair, with his shoes removed. Then Malcom, told him a bath was ready.

“What would I do without you, gorgeous?” he asked, rising to make his way to the refresher where there was a jacuzzi the size of a small swimming pool.

Once submerged until only his head and neck were dry, Cryax let out a long exhalation and sipped his whiskey, waiting for his love to join him. He knew that Malcom would order him his favorite spicy Fodu noodles from that Melanese place down the street. It wasn’t as good as the one on Antecedent but it was pretty karking close.

[member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Malcom smiled, glad to finally have his Cryax back. Even if if his poor man was dead on his feet and beyond overtired, As Cryax sank into his arms Malcom gave him a soft kiss pressing his lips to the sinew of his Chiss lovers neck. It was nice to be in Cryax's arms, a man who had suffered far more than malcom and come back fighting. It gave the human hope that he wouldn't always feel broken. He felt broken now , his hours of torture under Kaine had ripped his confidence apart and stripped him of his dignity. He saw enemies in every shadow and when he was out in public it felt as if he were naked and the whole galaxy was watching. In his love's arms though he found just a sliver of a feeling of safety.

For now though all that fear was pushed outside his thoughts, as if trapped outside the front doors of the penthouse. All his focus was on Cryax his 'Blue Devil' , Tonight was all about cryax and his needs.

Malcom nuzzled cryax's thigh as the chiss beamed. He was glad Cry appreciated his efforts Cheuhn was hard without Chiss vocal cords. But it would make Cryax happy and that was all that mattered. He was further glad that Cryax was content to be served by Malcom. The human felt he needed to look after the chiss to make himself worthy of Cry's love. That was easier when the Chiss co-operated.

He took the man's hand as Cryax fawned over him. What would the Chiss do without Malcom? Malcom pondered this as he pressed more gentle kisses to the blue flesh. "You'd run yourself Ragged, dear " Malcom smiled still kissing cryax's hand. Cryax was like a King to malcom and he was going to be treated as such. As Cryax rose Malcom sank back to sit on his heels, palms resting on his knees as he watched Cyax leave with a soft smile.

Once Cryax was out of hearing rage Malcom pushed himself to his feet with a series of pained groans, yelping as weight resettled on his knee. Then with slight support from the wall Malcom limped to their bedroom, well rooms really since it had multiple off shoots from walk in wardrobes ... to other less benign things. When he got into the bedroom he slipped of his clothes as fast as he could switching them out for a thick T-shirt ,To keep his vile scars hidden from view , and a pair of soft lounge pants. Finally he wrapped a heat wrap tight around his injured knee, that was better. He sighed in relief as the heat smothered the screaming nerves in his knee. The loose clothing relaxing him slightly too

He walked into the bathroom a short time later, glad of the underfloor heating in the bathroom. Cold feet were decidedly bad for his drive. He smiled at Cry looking so perfect submerged in the bath, already Malcom could see a slight relaxation in his man. Malcom tossed a pillow down at the head of the bath and knelt down. The foam perfectly pr-contoured to the shape of Malcom's knees .... Don't be dirty minded, it was there for when the screws of his reading glasses went missing and he had to scour the carpet.

His hands stroked cryax's head going up from the blue man's forehead and over his head to his neck a few times. Malcom soundlessly watching cryax as he did so. After running over Cryax's head a few times Malcolm's hands settled on the man's knotted neck and shoulders. "What have they done to you my poor baby?" He soothed, fingers pressing lightly on the man's knotted neck "I'll rub and kiss you better , Tonight it's all about youCh'eo ch'itiseb csahn" He was trying to show off now "You soak in the bath then when tea arrives I'll carry you through to the living room to spare your poor legs and watch somthing trashy on the holo while I pamper you. start with those sore feet and toes, a nice long foot rub to make sure they feel extra pampered, then maybe move to your achy head a cool pack for your forehead while I tease your hair and scalp, your clever hands next a nice massage and a manicure and we can top it all off with a nice long back rub once I've carried you to bed". His fingers pressed a little deeper to the man's flesh as he found a particularly nasty knot, Cry had been working far too hard "I got you Spicy Fodu Noodles from the takeout, my love" Cryax loved Melanese food " Do you want to talk to me about your day ?" He asked fingers still working into Cryax's shoulders, it felt as if space pixies had tied knots in his cry's muscles while he'd been away at work.

[member="Cryax Bane"]