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Chapter 1

“My brother and I escaped an attempt on our lives.” Leia shouts loudly to be heard by the assembly, included the Emperor’s emissary. “Fortunately, the stars were on our side. We are here today to tell you about this attack.”

“It is a miracle indeed. Pray the Lord.” Lord Tarkin, the Emperor’s emissary says, pinching his lips. “Did we find the scoundrels who try to take your life, your highness?”

“Not yet.” She answers, holding his cold gaze. “We have witnesses. If you may listen to them.”

“I may, Princess.”

Tarkin nods his head and lowers his gaze, faking indifference. Leia exhales heavily, annoyed, and sits back on her throne as the first witness arrives. She glances at her brother, standing by her throne, wrapped in his monk robe, silent. Luke turns his blue eyes to meet his sister’ brown eyes, fulminating. He whispers only for her to hear.

“It won’t change anything.”

The princess bites her lower lip, showing her anger, and looks back at the witness. Luke knows she agrees with him. It is all for the show, nothing will be done. Lord Tarkin listens to all the witnesses, one by one, without saying a word. After the last witness finishes to speak, he stands up, and clears his throat. 

“I heard what you said, and it is clear the threat is real on the life of the princess and the prince.” He says to the assembly. “The emperor will hear of it, and we will find who attempted to kill them. Be reassure.”

“Long live the emperor!” Someone shouts in the crowd, before being followed by others.

“I know He ordered our death.” Leia hisses low enough to be heard only by her brother. “I swear to God, he will not get us.”

“You have a plan?” Luke whispers back, worried.

“Not yet.”

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Luke follows his mentor Obi-Wan Kenobi through the corridors of the castle. They did not exchange a word, since they left their chambers. The young man is worried. Why his master will come for him in the middle of the night? Is Leia ok? As Luke loses himself in his thoughts, they arrive to the throne room. He sighs of relieve, as he sees Leia already seated on the throne. He looks at the other people in the room, men in different armors, waiting. The blonde monk does not recognize the Organa coat of arms. They are mercenaries. He frowns his brows, wondering why mercenaries are in the palace, kneeling in front of the princess in the middle of the night. He notices one of them kept his helmet on. He follows Obi-Wan to stands by his sister’ side, his head lowered. He glances at her, looking regal in her white dress, a crown on top of her brown hair, braided in a complex hairstyle. White as been her color since her sixteen birthday, symbol of her rebellion against the Emperor who adopted  black and red as his colors. 

“Mercenaries, you have been selected to go on a glorious quest.” Leia tells, looking at them, one by one. “Thank you for answering our call. Your mission will be to escort my brother, Prince Luke, to the Monastery of Mos Eisley.”

“What?” Luke gasps, turning his head to his sister, surprised. 

“What about the bounty?” One of the mercenaries asks.

“Half of the payment here.” Leia answers, waving her hand as a servant brings a bag of money. “The rest at the monastery. Mando!” She shouts.

“Yes, my lady.” The mercenary with the helmet answers.

“You’re known as one of the best mercenaries  in the realm, your skills and expertise will give you the lead of the group.”

“My lady.” Mando answers, nodding his head respectfully.

“You will leave in a couple of hours. You’re dismissed.”

Leia stands up, the mercenaries bow their head. She walks out of the throne room, Luke and Obi-Wan on her heels. They walk to her quarters. As soon as the door closes, Luke explodes.

“To the monastery of Mos Eisley?!” He shouts to his sister. “You could have told me!”

“Don’t shout at me!” Leia shouts back, pointing her finger at him. “I did it for your security! It was Obi-Wan’s idea!”

“What?” He gasps, turning to face his mentor.

“I gave this idea to the princess.” Obi-Wan explains, shrugging his shoulders. “For both your security, it is better to keep you separated. Until we can find who is after you.”

“The Emperor, obviously.” She mumbles, rolling her eyes. 

“Leia, we don’t know for sure.” He chides her, smiling. “Likely he is behind it, we do not have any proof. Not yet.”

“The plan is to have you in Mos Eisley safe, while I stay here at the castle.” She explains.

“But… I can fight.” Luke argues.

“I know, Luke.” She sighs, putting her hands on his shoulders. “It’s safer if we are apart. For now. I know you can take care of yourself.”

“But… you?”

“You’re asking?” She growls, grinning.

“I will be there to protect your sister.” Obi-Wan reassures him. He pauses, as he feels Leia’s eyes sending daggers at him. “Even if she can take care of herself. I am the one who advised to have you separated. The time we investigate.”

“You know with the…rebellion against the Empire into my care, I cannot leave the castle.” The princess explains. “They need me here. But I need you to be safe.”

“You’re worried for my safety, but you’re pushing me into the hands of mercenaries.” The blonde man groans.

“As long as they are paid handsomely, they will protect you and bring you to the monastery.”  She tells him. “Mando the leader of your escort is known to be the best and most loyal to his words.”

“How can you trust a man who doesn’t show his face?” He scoffs.

“It’s known he has never shown his face.” She answers, shrugging her shoulders. “As long as he keeps you safe, I don’t care how he looks.”

“And the others? You really trust them?” He asks, challenging.

“You don’t want to play this game with me, Luke.” Leia growls, tapping his shoulder. “You know I will win. Prepare your bags, you’re leaving in a couple of hours.”

She stands on her tiptoes, and kisses her brother’s cheek. Luke sighs heavily. She always has the last work. He holds her by the arm, pulling her into a tight embrace. Leia hugs him back. The twins do not need to say a word to know how much they will miss each other. Luke knows how Leia is scared, but she will not say it out loud. After a few minutes of a silent hug, they step back and exchange a smile, before Leia turns away, going to her chambers. Obi-Wan puts a caring hand on Luke’ shoulder, inviting him to go.

Luke arrives in the court of the castle, mercenaries and servants walking between horses to get ready. It is still dark, but he can sees the horizon turning pink. Dawn is close. He holds tight to his bag on his shoulder, and walks towards the stables. He meets Obi-Wan preparing his horse, Artoo, a beautiful grey gelding. 

“Here, my boy. Artoo is ready.” The master says. “I put some provisions in the saddle and tie your sword.”

“My dad’ sword.” Luke corrects him with a sad smile as he caresses the handle of the weapon.

“Your sword now. You deserved it.” He reassures him. 

“Your highness?” Mando asks, stepping behind them in the stables.

“Mando, come here to meet Prince Luke.” Obi-Wan invites him. “Luke, meet your guardian for the journey to the monastery of Mos Eisley to meet our brothers.”

“Prince Luke.” The mercenary simply says with a nod of his head. “You’re a monk?”

“I thought the robe was clear enough.” Luke says, annoyed. “Is it a problem?”

“As long as you don’t force me to pray, no.” He replies, his voice not showing any emotions.

“You’re a pagan?” He asks, his eyes wide, surprised.

“What my believes are, it’s not part of the contract.” He replies. 

“Well, Luke, you will have all the time to discuss theology with Mando on the way.” Obi-Wan chuckles, interrupting both men. “Time to go.”

“Yes, Master.” Luke answers, lowering his eyes to the floor like a guilty child.

“May the light be with you.” The older man says, as he hugs his student. “You will be fine, I trust you, Luke.”

“Thank you Master.” He answers, holding his tears. “I can’t believe I’m leaving the castle.”

“You always wanted to travel the world, my boy.” He chuckles, patting his shoulders.

“Not sure the road I already know to Mos Eisley is really exploring the world.” He mumbles, as he rolls his eyes.  

“Your highness? We must go before dawn.” The mercenary says, waiting.

Luke turns his face, and sighs heavily, as he looks at him. He has a deep and authoritative voice, he will be a good leader, Luke admits. But he does not like being told what to do. The blonde man leads Artoo out of the stables, ignoring Mando, as he passes in front of him. He jumps on the back of his saddled horse, and waits for the escort to organize around him. Except the torches hold by the servants and the castle guards, they are in the dark. He rises his blue eyes to the highest window in the tower, lighted by a candle. He smiles faintly, as he sees his sister. Leia waves at him, and Luke waves back. His heart sinks, thinking of them being apart during this dangerous time. For how long? The monk knows the princess will be fine, but he wishes he could stay at her side.

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Chapter 2

The first day of the journey goes well, but Luke can feel his bottom hurting from the non stop riding. He meditates and prays most of the time, none of the mercenaries talking to him. Except Mando. Only to ask if he wants to stop, and Luke ignores him. Mando does not ask again. He does not like the mercenary. All mercenaries. They have no honor, and take money from anyone. As the sun starts to set, Mando stops his horse, and orders to build camp for the night in a forest clearing. Quickly the mercenaries go down their horses, organizing the camp for the night.

“Your highness, let me help you.” Mando says, as he steps down his horse to help Luke.

“I’m fine. I’m not a damsel in distress.” Luke hisses, as he jumps down from Artoo’s back. “I can take care of myself.”

“Very well.” He answers, and turns his back at him. “Just don’t leave the camp alone. Your highness.”

Luke puffs, annoyed. Mando is not the first person to see him as a fragile prince who cannot do a think by himself. He will show him, he misjudged him. The monk guides Artoo under trees, and ties the reins around a tree branch near by the other horses. He pats his horse neck, and takes the saddlebags with him.

“Good job Artoo. You can rest now.” Luke whispers to him. “Don’t be mean to the other horses. Act gently, please.”

“Your highness!” Mando shouts, before throwing a blanket at him. “Your bed.”

“Not tent?” He asks, confused.

“First night under the stars?” He asks, tilting his helmet. 

Luke blushes, embarrassed, feeling the teasing tone of the mercenary. He does not say a word, and takes his blanket to set his bed by the fire already burning in the middle of the camp. The blonde man observes the mercenaries moving and talking around him, gathering information. They seem like they know each other, and have been working together for a long time. Quickly he notices Mando does not mix with them, standing guard under the trees. He must be a lone wolf. The monk eats the porridge he is served, and drinks a pint of beer. Not the best meal, but he should get use to it, the food will be the same at the monastery. The warm meal and the alcohol will help him to sleep and warm up. The night is cold outside of the castle. The young man lays down, and wraps himself in his blanket. He sighs, gazing at the fire. Sleep takes him, as he prays for Leia. 

“Wake up, Princess!” Someone shouts, making Luke jumping of surprise.

“Manners.” Mando growls, seated on a log, near by.

“Time to go… your highness.” The man groans, before walking away.

“What time is it?” Luke asks, rubbing his eyes.

“The sun has been up for one hour.” Mando replies, his arms crossed over his chest. “There is a water stream a few feet south, to fresh up. We shall move as soon as you are done.”

“Thank you.” He yawns, before getting up, and walks south, the mercenary on his heels. “Why do you follow me?”

“I’m paid to protect you.” He answers. 

“I…I need privacy.” Luke stumbles, turning to face him, his face red.

“Do you think I care, your highness?” He asks, grinning under his helmet. 

“Stop calling me that.” He spits, walking toward the stream.

“You prefer Princess?”

Luke growls, and stops at the edge of the stream. He kneels down, and gets his hands in the water, it is freezing cold. He exhales loudly before throwing cold water to his face. His body shivers in reaction. He throws more water to his face before standing up to stretch his arms above his head. It is to cold to fully clean, and he does not want to undress in front of the other man. The monk turns to face Mando, waiting. His armor shines in the morning light, not a scratch on it. He is heavily armed : spear, sword, knives, and some unknown weapons. Luke notices there is not a bit of skin to see, he is completely covered head to toes. 

“Do you ever remove your helmet?” He asks, wondering how the mercenary looks like underneath.

“None of your business.” Mando scoffs, turning on his heels. “Let’s go.”

Luke opens his mouth before closing it, without a word. He wants to insist, but he knows the man in the helmet will rebuff him. He follows him and in a few minutes, he is seated on the back of Artoo, escorted by mercenaries. They go back on the road to the monastery. The rain falls on them after a couple of hours riding. Luke puts on his hood, knowing they will not take shelter, and will continue. He is freezing cold, the rain soaking his robes. He glances at Mando, standing by his side, his head up, not bothered by the rain, a hood pulled on top of his helmet.

“Are we far?” Luke asks.

“One or two days. It depends if the river covers the bridge.” Mando answers. “You seems pretty lost for someone who goes to the monastery often.”

“It’s not the usual road.” He replies back.

“You have a bad sense of locality.” He tells him, his gaze fixed on the road.

“You're mean.” He hisses, annoyed.

“I’m paid to protect you, not to be nice.” He says, sharply.

“I don’t understand how my sister could trust a mercenary. A heathen one.” The monk says, readjusting his hood. “Only money interests you.”

“You think your order is better?” The mercenary shouts at him, vexed. “Your…bishops and priests steal money from people, threatening them to go to Hell if they don’t pay. Greedy, don’t you think?”

“You’re hypocritical if you think you are better. Not all of us are like this. Some have faith.” Luke spits at him, leaning closer to him, mad.

“Same. Some of us, are faithful to their word.” Din growls, facing him. “We don’t steal children to force them to serve a God.”

“We don’t steal children, they have a choice!” Luke shouts, offended. 

“And they give their consent, when the priests are handy?” Mando growls, pointing his finger at him. 

“What?” He gasps, shocked. 

“Mando. The river!” One of the mercenaries interrupts them. 

“Dank Farrik.” He swears. “Stay back.” He orders to Luke.

The latter looks at the mercenary trotting to the front of the squad. The river already flooded over the bridge. Mando pushes his horse inside the water, without any hesitation. The water arrives to the horse’s knees. 

“Let’s go before the level of the river goes up!” He orders, pushing his horse forward. “Hurry!”

None of the mercenaries protest and follow them. Mando goes backward to escort Luke, pressing him to cross the bridge. Artoo tries to bite his leg, the mercenary being too closed. They do not exchange a word, leaving their heated talk to the past.

Luke and Mando do not talk for the rest of the day. The rain stops when they start to set up camp. Fortunately, they will be able to dry this night. As always, Mando takes the first guard. Luke eats porridge and drinks a beer like the previous night. Despite the fire, his clothes do not dry as fast as he wants. He is freezing cold, the fire does not warm him up. He gets up, and walks toward Artoo, tied to a branch. Luke pets his neck and opens the saddlebags to search for dry clothes. 

“Hum…the rain went through the leather.” He mumbles to himself, disappointed.

“Where is he? Where is the prince?” Someone shouts. 

“He was there a minute ago.” Someone else answers. “Found him!”

Luke feels the hair’s on his neck rising up. He has a bad feeling about it. Suddenly a hand wraps around his month, muffling his scream.

“Found you Princess…” A mercenary whispers to his ear. “Someone paid a high price to have you.” He pushes Luke toward the fire camp. “Guys! I found him!”

“What are you doing?” Mando arrives, stepping in front of them, spear in hands. 

“Bringing him to someone who will pay double.” He answers, grinning.

“What? And your word to the Princess.” He asks, noticing the other mercenaries are circling them. “You have no honor?”

“Money over honor, Mando.” He replies, keeping his hand on Luke’s mouth. “Oh, you didn’t know we got another offer. Well, you have a choice: you join us and get rewarded or…”

He does not need to finish his sentence,  the other mercenaries around them laughing and rising their weapons, threatening. Luke wides his eyes, understanding it was a trap from the start. He should not have trust mercenaries with his life. Only Mando did not know. How he did not know? 

“I like these odds.” Mando says, slapping the mercenary away from Luke with his spear. “Prince, run!”

Mando pushes easily the spear in the man’s torso, standing between Luke, and the mercenaries, before taking hold of his sword. Luke stands still, shocked for a few seconds, hesitating between running away or fighting back. He does not trust mercenaries, but Mando risks his life for him, over the higher reward he was proposed. The monk runs to Artoo, and gets his sword out of the saddle. He runs back toward Mando, and strikes his sword at a mercenary attacking him.

“I told you to run.” Mando growls. 

“I can fight!” Luke protests. “I’m a warrior monk.”

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Chapter 3

Mando does not have the time to say another word that Luke attacks their enemies. He notices the precision of Luke’s blows, his posture on his feet. He really knows how to fight, even if he clearly lacks experience. The monk sways his sword around him, not hesitating to injure them. Luke uses all the techniques and skills, Obi-Wan. As he strikes straight in a mercenary’s chest, he pauses. He just killed his first man. He took a life to protect himself. Another man, mad, blows straight to his head, taking him out of his thoughts. Clearly, the mercenaries did have the order to bring him, dead or alive. Suddenly, he hears horses galloping in their direction. He pauses in the combat, looking at the three riders arriving. His heart sinks in his chest, as he notices the coat of arms on their red and black uniforms.

“The Emperor’s guard.” Luke gasps. “I knew it.”

Luke rushes to them, pushed by rage, his sword high above his head. As a monk, he has been told to be merciful. However, at this moment, he only thinks about killing the guards, showing no pity. He knows they will not, if they catch him. If he could find an letter or a proof, it will help Leia to make the Emperor fall. Luke will go back to home, and it will be over. He has a chance to save his sister and himself.

“The Prince, capture him!” One of the riders shouts.

Luke turns his sword in his hand, facing the three riders in armor, down the back of their horses. They are heavily covered and armed, they will be harder to defeat than the mercenaries. He will have to be precise to pierce where the armor opens. They attack the monk who lightly moves around them, paring their attacks. They might be more experience than him, but they are slow. He points his sword through the opening and pierces one’s neck. The two other riders pause, considering their options to attack the monk. 

“He can fight, that little one.” One of them chuckles. 

“I won’t hesitate to kill you. Let me go.” Luke warns them.

“You won’t go far, princeling.” The other one says. “Surrender and we will bring you alive. Look princeling, you are alone. Almost alone.”

Luke turns his head, and sees Mando fighting back the mercenaries left. His movements are sloppy and slower. He is injured. The blonde man sees the blood leaking on his shiny armor. He hesitates: they will not last long, Mando will likely not survive another hit. He could run away, the mercenary being a distraction for his flee. He knows it will be the most rational decision to take, but he cannot have his death oh his conscience. The monk runs to the fireplace, and grabs a flaming log and throws it at the riders, desperate. 

“Mando! Let’s go.” He shouts, running to the mercenary’ side.

The monk pushes away the last adversaries of Mando, piercing one with his sword, before grabbing Mando’s arm. He drags the mercenary behind him, feeling him being heavy and tired in his movements. His breath is hard. Both men run to the horses. As Luke jumps on Artoo’s back, Mando slaps the rump of the horses, chasing them away. The mercenary jumps on the back of one, and follows Luke. They start to gallop away from the camp, arrows flying around them. Mando growls of pain, as an arrow pierces his shoulder. 

“Mando.” Luke shouts, looking at him.

“Run, don’t stop.” Mando orders, holding as best, as he can to his horse.

Both men gallop away, in the darkness of the night, without a real destination in mind. Luke does not think about the road, he pushes Artoo, faster, Mando on his heels. They need to find a shelter quickly. He spots the river, they should cross it to hide their trace. He turns his gelding around, the mercenary following him. They cross the river, the water up to their thighs. The monk bites his lip to not shout. It is freezing cold. The horses go out of the river, snort, before galloping again. Luke glances at Mando, who holds to the saddle of his horse with difficulty. His injuries look bad. As they exit the forest, Luke sees the ruins of an abbey, illuminated by the few rays of moonshine. A sign from God. It shall give them a shelter to hide, and rest for a few hours. He turns around the building, and leads them inside the nave of the church, the roof half collapsed. Although the moon shines on the broken colored windows, they do not see much. They must be careful, Luke thinks.

“We can leave the horses here, and hide in the sacristy.” He says, as he jumps down. “Maybe I can make a fire.”

“No…they will see the smoke.” Mando groans, as he rolls down of his horse’a back. “Fucking Christ.”

“Don’t  swear. We are in a church.” Luke says, rushing to his side. “Let me help you.”

“You know how to fight. That…that was impressive.” He says, an arm wrapped around Luke’ shoulder.

“I’ve been trained to fight to join the pilgrims to the Holy land eventually.” He explains, supporting the other man towards the sacristy. “I only killed to defend myself.”

“First time?” He asks. “Well, it was helpful.” He nods, after Luke’s meaningful silence. “But we won’t last long, just the two of us. I can contact my clan.”

“They weren’t your clan?” He asks, guiding him to seat on a dusty bench inside the sacristy, the broken window letting the moonshine in.

“No, unfortunately.” He answers, a hand around his injured shoulder. “Shit, the arrow is still in.”

“I saw and I will take care of it.” The monk says, as he searches the room for candles, and clean fabrics. “Why did you accept this mission? If you didn’t know them.”

“I’m used to team up with other bounty hunters for special missions, outside of my clan.” The mercenary explains, panting. “I should have been more careful. Not all of us have honor. We need help, and a safe place. They will provide a haven for us.”

“I don’t want to deal with more mercenaries.” Luke objects, kneeling at his side, lighting a few

candles.

“I swear on my honor, they will not betray us.” Mando promises, grabbing the other man’s arm, solemn. “We don’t have a choice. Assassins will be waiting for you at Mos Eisley monastery. We have to hide somewhere else.”

“No.”

“My mission is to keep you alive and safe.” He says, his breathing getting heavier.

“You’re not that alive yourself.” Luke scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“I’ve seen worst.” He sighs, he presses the monk’s arm. “Trust me.”

“I could leave you here to die, and go back to the castle, alone.” Luke tells him, pouting, pulling his arm out of his grab.

“You won’t do it, your highness. You care too much about me.” He chuckles, his head rolling on the wall behind him.

“Stop that. It’s an order.” The monk chides him, upset. “Fine, we can ask help to your clan. But I need to check your wounds, first. Remove your helmet.”

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Chapter 4

Mando brings up his trembling hands with exhaustion, and removes cautiously his helmet. He takes a deep breath, and looks straight at Luke’s eyes. The latter gasps, surprised. He wondered how the mercenary would look under the helmet. He did not expect big brown eyes looking at him intensely. The monk feels heat warming up his cheeks. Under the helmet, Mando looks older than him, and has a handsome face framed by brown curls and a stubble. The view of blood dripping from his forehead takes him out of his contemplation. With swift and precise gestures, Luke makes bandage of a clean sheet he found. Tenderly, he puts his fingers on the other man forehead, pushing away the curls to look at the wound. He rises the candle, and sighs of relief. 

“You’re a lucky man, Mando.” He whispers, cleaning the cut with the sheet. “It’s not a deep cut.”

“Din.” Mando mumbles, his eyes closed.

“Pardon me?”

“My real name is Din Djarin.” He says, painfully opening his eyes.

“Din.” Luke repeats, looking at his face. He wraps one of the bands around his wounded head. “You’re a lucky man, Din. But you lost a lot of blood. And I didn’t remove the arrow from your shoulder yet. You need more care.”

“I need to contact my clan, first.” He says, straitening up. “Help me to the window.”

Luke helps Din to stand, and they slowly walk to the broken window. The brown hair man inhales deeply, and whistles. It is as loud as a scream, piercing the night. Luke stiffs, worried it will lead the assassins on their track. They stay still, until the noise of flipping wings breaks the silence. A hawk flies inside by the window, turns a couple of times in the sacristy, before landing on Din’s extended arm.

“A hawk?” Luke whispers, surprised.

“Your highness, please meet my dearest Razor Crest.” Din says, smiling. “We have been living quite some adventures together.”

“He can help?”

“He will bring my clan to us.” He explains before murmuring words in another language to the hawk. “Go!”

The hawk flies back into the night, as quickly as he arrives. Din collapses on Luke, exhausted. The monk almost collapses with him, the man being heavy with his armor. He drags him back to the bench, and lays him down on his right side.

“Stay with me Din.” He asks, looking at the arrow stuck in his left shoulder blade. 

“Don’t move the arrow. I’m gonna lose the blood I’m left with.” He groans, pushing Luke’s hand away from his shoulder.  

“Let me break it so I can wrap the wound. It should stop the bleeding.” Luke breaks the top of the arrow.

“Good…idea.” He groans with pain. “Healer Monk too? It’s my lucky day.”

“Sshhh, keep your strength.” The monk whispers, as he removes the mercenary pauldron before wrapping a bandage around. “Rest now. I will watch over you.”

“Your eyes are Mesh’la.” Din murmurs. “I’ve never seen that shade of blue.”

“You forget yourself.” Luke tells him, blushing. He puts the back of his hand to the brown hair man’s forehead. “You’re feverish. I might have an elixir to help with it. Don’t move.”

Luke rushes to the horses and searches his saddlebags, the candle in hand. He searches it with one hand, and finds his case of herbs and elixirs. He trots back to the sacristy, with it under his arm, finding Din half asleep.

“Din?” The monk asks softly, touching his shoulder.

“Your highness?” Din says, startled. 

“Here, drink that, it will help with the fever.” He tells him, pressing a bottle to his lips. “Here you go.”

“Thanks… Luke.” He straights up briefly to put his forehead to his. “I should have been taking care of you.”

“It’s… it’s ok.” He says, puzzled by his behavior. “Rest now. We just have to wait and pray.”

“Don’t you dare praying for my soul.” The mercenary growls, closing his eyes and laying back on the bench. “Why the Emperor wants to kill your sister and yourself?” He asks, after a few minutes of silence.

“Because of my late father.” Luke sighs, as he seats at the feet of the bench. 

“Did he upset the Emperor?” He asks, breathing heavily. 

“It’s complicated.” He says, looking for the right words. “My father was a warrior monk, serving closely the Emperor.”

“I thought monks should stay pure.” The mercenary chuckles, amused. “Did I miss something?”

“You’re right, we make a vow of chastity when we enter priesthood.” He agrees. “My father respected his vow, until he met my mother. They fell in love and they lived in sin. Not fully, since they secretly married so my sister and I would not be born as bastards, but no one knew about it.” He explains, lighting up another candle. “Until the Emperor found her. He knew that my father betrayed the order and, well, him in a way.”

“He took things personally.” Din says, in a whisper.

“He did like having power over him. My father was from a powerful family, the Skywalker.” He says, pausing, waiting for the other man reaction.

“Should I know that name?” He asks, turning his gaze to Luke.

“You must be the only man in the kingdom who’ve never heard that name.” He says, rolling his eyes. “The Skywalker were in the straight line to rule the empire. Until they all died of a mysterious disease. Expect my father. The Emperor, who became the regent, took my father under his wing, and made him a monk. To keep the bloodline dead and to continue to rule himself. He was and still is obsessed with power.”

“And your father having secret legitimate kids, to continue the bloodline, and to claim the throne was not part of his plans.” Din says, guessing the end of the story.

“My dad helped by my master Obi-Wan tried to protect my pregnant mom from him and his assassins.” Luke says, looking at the flame of the candle. “My dad died protecting my mom who escaped with Obi-wan. She died giving birth to my sister and I a few hours after fleeing. Obi-Wan has been our guardian since then, with the king and queen of Alderaan in their castle. The certificate of our parents wedding has been found, and made legit. The Emperor agreed to step out of the throne once Leia and I will turn twenty five. We all knew it was a ruse until he found a way to eliminate us.”

“How old are you?” He asks, looking at his  young face.

“Twenty three.” The monk answers, gazing at his brown eyes. “Two years to wait. Even if I entered priesthood to honor my father, he knows I am still a threat.”

“Why now?” The mercenary asks, closing his eyes, moaning with pain. 

“Why now?” He repeats, thinking. “My sister who is well versed in politics will know better than me. I believe it was the time the Emperor eliminate the followers of the Skywalker. Are you ok, Din?” He whispers, gently shaking his shoulder.

“I’ve seen better days.” He groans, wiggling on the bench. “Dawn is rising.”

“Yes.” He nods, glancing by the window at the pink sky. “I hope your clan will find us soon. I’m not sure I could defend us long.”

“If…if they are too late to save us, you run.” Din tells him, taking his wrist. “Don’t stay with me. You must hide.”

“You…you will be fine.” Luke reassures him, worried, his gaze lowers on the mercenary’s gloves fingers around his wrist. “God will help us.”

“Bullshit.”

“Stop swearing! We are in a church.” He chides him, signing himself. “A little bit of faith won’t hurt.” He pauses, hearing voices, and then a hawk cry. “Is it your clan?”

“Yes. It’s Razor Crest cry.” Din nods.

“God has mercy.” He sighs, relieved.

“God has nothing to do with it.” He mumbles, trying to sit up. “You should thanks Razor Crest.”

Luke helps Din to seat on the bench, and they wait. After a few minutes, they hear a group of heavily armed men walking in the nave before reaching the sacristy. A massive man wearing an armor with a blue tunic steps in. His face is hidden by a helmet, but his shoulders shrug down showing his relieve to see Din.

“Vod. You’re alive.” He says, stepping closer. 

“You found us.” Din sighs, handing his hand to the other mercenary who helps him to stand up. They join their foreheads a few seconds, tenderly. “Prince Luke, let me introduce you to my brother Paz Vizsla.”

“Your brother?” Luke repeats, looking at both men.

“Brother in arm.” He corrects.

“Your highness. I didn’t expect you to travel disguised as a monk. It’s a honor.” Paz says, bowing his head.

“I’m actually a real monk.” The young man clarifies, bashful.

“Oh? It must have been something to travel with this anti-priest brat.” The taller man chuckles, helping Din to walk. 

“Paz, please.” Din growls, before moaning. “My shoulder.”

“Luckily we brought a carriage. You can’t ride in this condition.” He says with concern. 

“Djarin.” Someone shouts, running to them. “What happened?”

“Someone paid handsomely the rest of the mercenaries to betray the Prince and to kill him.” Din explains, smiling at the new person in armor.

“Prince Luke, I’m Lady Bo-Katan Kryze, to serve you.” The woman in armor with an owl as a coat of arms says, respectfully.

“A…a woman?” Luke gasps, surprised.

“A woman warrior is as competent as a warrior monk. Even more.” Din jokes, sweating.

“You look awful Djarin. You need care.” Bo-Katan tells him. “Prince, we will have plenty of time to discuss my gender position into the Mandalorian society.” She says, with a short smile. “Let’s move.”

Paz helps Din to the carriage outside, Artoo and the other horse already taken care of. A group of five heavily armed riders mount guard around the carriage. The monk takes place in the carriage by Din’ side, and looks at the mercenaries around. They are not random mercenaries but Mandalorians, legendary warriors who have been eliminated by the Emperor and his greed to extent his empire. Their armors are shiny new, like Din’s one. Some of them wear the owl symbol on their chest, the others different coat of arms he has never seen before. One of the Mandalorians is likely a woman, like Lady Kryze. Quickly the group moves, quitting the shelter of the collapsed abbey.

“We don’t risk anything.” Din reassures Luke, feeling his worry.

“Hopefully you will make the trip alive.” He mumbles, looking at the bandage around his head fully of blood. 

“Djarin cannot die that easily. Trust me.” Paz grins under his helmet. “If you know your way around potions, there is a bag full of it in the carriage, baby monk.” He explains.

“Your highness, Paz.” Din corrects his brother. 

“It suits him better.” He answers, tilting his helmet. “Cara went with a squad of five riders on your traces to erase them. You did a good job at leading them after you.”

“We were quite in a rush.” The mercenary admits, closing his eyes. “We made it alive.”

“You did. For now.” Paz laughs. “We shall arrive tomorrow morning to the Morut.”

“Morut?” Luke asks, going through the bag of potions and medical tools.

“Your shelter, baby monk.” The taller Mandalorian teases him, before moving at the front of the column.

Luke should have been offended of this nickname, but Paz does not look like some who can be easily defeated or reasoned. Strangely, he likes the frankness of the man. A hawk’s scream resonates in the sky, before Razor Crest lands on Din’s horse saddle. The hawk watches at his master laying down inside the carriage. Luke notices the unique beauty of his feathering: brown and white feathers with some silver tone. What a remarkable creature.

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Chapter 5

They move slowly, but without stopping, crossing the mountains to a part of the empire, Luke has never been. Most of the journey, Din sleeps, thanks to the potion. Luke washes his wounds several times, and changes the bandages to avoid the infection. He prays for his soul and for a safe journey, silently. They arrive at dawn, in the fog, to an isolated village in the middle of a forest. It looks like a normal village from afar but, inside, it is full of warriors in armors. Women and men. Lady Kryze guides them to the center of the village, where stands the forge of a blacksmith. A person in a golden armor with a fur collar, and a shiny helmet stands on the front step. The carriage stops in front of them, Paz and Bo-Katan quickly stepping down their horses to help Din and Luke out.

“Welcome to our sanctuary, Prince Luke.” The armorer says with a clear woman voice. “It will be our honor to protect you.”

“Thank you for receiving me and I am sorry for the trouble I may cause.” Luke says, bowing his head. “I’m forever grateful to Sir Djarin for defending my life, almost loosing his own.”

“It is a great honor for a Mandalorian to die in battle.” She nods, turning her helmet to Din. “You’re safe with us.”

“Thank you, Alor.” Din says, sweating with fever. 

“Transport Din to the apothecary’s house.” She orders. “I will guide the Prince to his accommodation during his stay here.” She nods her head to Bo-Katan and Paz. “This is the way.”

“This is the way.” They answer in unison, bowing their head.

“What about my horse and my belongings?” The blonde man asks, concerned, following her.

“Your horse will be taken to our stable for a well deserved meal, and your belongings will be waiting for you in your bedchamber.”

“Thank you my Lady.” He thanks her. “I didn’t expect to find a small village in the middle of this forest.”

“Our people have been discreet since the rise of the Empire.” She explains, walking in the streets of the village. “We did not support the Emperor when he took the power.”

“You didn’t?” Luke asks, unfamiliar with their history, except the legends he heard.

“He took our lands and our people.” The armorer answers. “We respect warriors, but not the traitors. He promised to let Mandalore to the Mandalorians, but he did not.”

“I am sorry about that.”

“You don’t have to be. It is not your fault.” She says, stopping in front of a house. “You will have plenty of time to discuss about our history with your hosts.” She enters inside the house. “It is not as luxurious as the castle of Alderaan, but it is practical and warm.” She explains, as she steps in front of the lighted up kitchen fire. “The house is shared with Din Djarin and Paz Vizsla, that you already met, and Cara Dune. They are among our best warriors, and will guarantee your safety.” She leads him upstairs. “There are two bedrooms, you will share one with Din Djarin. I assume he would like to continue to keep you to him for your safety.”

“I see.” Luke says, blushing, as soon as he sees how tiny and intimate the bedroom is.

“It is small, but cosy. We make our mattresses with feathers and horse hair. A specific know-how of the Mandalorians.” The armorer explains. “Your bed is the closest to the fireplace. There is a bear fur in addition to the sheets to keep you warm.”

“I am deeply thankful for your hospitality. Bless God.” He says, signing himself.

“Our believes might be different than yours, but we tolerate them, as long as they are not a threat to our community.” She says, slightly menacing. “Paz will guide you to our bathhouse, so you can bath, and change before dinner.”

“Bathhouse?” He repeats, curious.

“Another wonder from our history.” She says, mysterious. “In the chest, you will find warm and clean clothes. I will leave you for now, Prince Luke.”

“Thank you, Alor.” Luke nods his head.

“I see you are catching our Mando’a quickly.” She chuckles, content.

The Armorer closes the door of the bedroom behind her, leaving Luke alone in front of the fireplace. He sighs of release, and exhaustion, and kneels in front of the fire. Finally safe. He joins his hands, and prays, thanking God for the help and for saving Din. This mercenary he loathed at first, and then became fond of. He misjudged him. Not all mercenaries are bad people. Neither pagans are. The blonde man signs himself, and stands up painfully to explore the room. His body is stiff from the horse riding and the lack of sleep. The decoration is simple, only the fireplace lintel is decorated of strange symbols he has never seen. Like Mando’a. There a few pieces of furniture: two small beds, two trunks, and a wood closet. The only window of the room is covered by a heavy red curtain, to keep the heat in. He walks to the chest the armorer indicated, and opens it. Fresh lavender, he smiles. The clothes are simple, but made with good fabric and leather. Someone knocks on the door.

“Baby monk?” Paz asks behind the door.

“Come in.” Luke says, and the tall Mandalorian enters. “Sir Vizsla.”

“You can call me Paz.” He nods his helmet. “Come on, we both need a bath, especially you.”

“You know you shouldn’t talk to a Prince like that.” He teases following him.

“You’re not a common prince, and you’re a monk.” He answers, like it is the most obvious thing in the world. “And I know my charm will protect me.” 

“Your muscles will protect you.” The monk chuckles, following him in the streets of the small village, the clean clothes under his arm. “Bathhouse?”

“Yes. Centuries ago, our nation of Mandalore was powerful, our warriors defending and conquering the world.” He tells him, proud. “In addition to our effectiveness in war, we had the best inventors and engineers of all time. Our city of Sundari was… magnificent according to the old texts.” He continues. “Hygiene was key, and to make it accessible to all, they created what we call the bathhouse.” They stop in front of an old building made of stones. “A concept your empire is lacking. Greatly.”

“Not my empire.” Luke mumbles, and follows the tall man inside the building.

“One part is for men and the other for women.” Paz explains, guiding him behind a heavy velvet curtain to a changing room. “We have to keep the place well insulated, it is colder than Sundari here.” He stops, and removes his helmet. Paz has dark skin, black hair in a mix of braids and dreadlocks. Half of his face is covered with a thick beard, making him as threatening as he is with his helmet. His piercing brown eyes look at Luke. “You can leave your clothes here, there are clean towels at the entrance of the baths.”

“My clothes?” Luke repeats, as Paz removes each piece of armor.

“Do you understand the concept of public baths?” He smirks, removing his leg warmers.

“I…” He starts, before seeing another man coming out of the bath naked and cleaned. “Oh.” He snaps his head at Paz. “Naked?”

“Of course.” The tall man scoffs, removing his boots. “How can you be fully clean with your shirt on? Filthy barbarians.”

“Oh Lord.” He swears, his cheeks all red. 

“Come one baby monk, your God made us all the same. There is no shame here.” Paz grins.

He turns his back to the monk, and removes his tunic and then his shirt. Luke gasps seeing his tattooed back. God forbids to change your body, it is the first time he sees them. Paz back’s and arms are covered of ink. As the Mandalorian continues to undress, Luke hesitates, torn between the idea of a warm and comforting bath, and his modesty. Paz, fully naked, turns to face him, an eyebrow rises up, waiting. The blonde man swallows loudly, trying to keep his eyes away of the other man naked muscular body, and undresses quickly. Fully naked, he keeps his hands in front of his sex. Paz laughs, and leads him toward the baths, comfortable in his nudity. Inside the baths, Luke grabs a towel, and wraps it around his hips. He gasps, surprised by the place full of steam: several bath pools circled of mosaic, bench with soaps and salt, and fresco all around the walls. He has never seen something like that. The monk understands quickly it describes the history of Mandalore. He has so many questions about the place, about the culture. Paz starts to clean himself with soap and water in a huge bucket, in the corner of the room. Without a word, the monk copies him, removing the blood and dirt on his skin. He sighs, feeling lighter. Once the dirt removed, the mercenary walks inside one of the pools, Luke following. He removes his towel at the last minute before sinking in the pool. He sighs louder, the water deliciously warm. He buries himself fully for a few seconds, before coming out, shaking his wet hair.

“Its magical to have such a warm place and hot water in winter.” Luke wonders. 

“No magic, just engineering.” Paz answers, seating comfortably in the pool, his arms resting on the edge. “Our centuries of knowledge.”

“Impressive.” He nods, looking at the fresco. “I will love to learn more about your history.”

“You will, baby monk, you will.” He says, smirking. “You will have plenty of time to learn about our culture during your stay.”

“I’ve never seen tattoos, before.” He admits, embarrassed. “Our religion forbids them.”

“Our faith is the opposite.” Paz says, smiling, as he looks at his forearms. “We ink our skin to honor our family, our roots and our battles. We bear them on us to never forget.”

“Oh.” Luke nods, staring at the huge one on the man’s chest.

“Each of us have a different story.” He explains, pointing at the tattoo on his heart. “This one symbolized my parents, lost in the battle of Sundari. I keep them on my heart.” He sighs, nostalgic. “My forearms are covered of my battles and my bounties. My back’s tattoo is getting bigger and bigger as I age.” He chuckles. “You shall see Din’s tattoos. Very different from mines.”

“Why does Din hate the church?” He asks, after a long silence.

“I can’t tell you something which is not my own story.” The Mandalorian answers, rubbing his arms with water. “Your church is far from perfect, you know. They prone ideas of love, tolerance and compassion, but they don’t follow them.” He looks at the young monk, silent. “I’m sure he will tell you, if he trust you. He is a good man, one of the best of us. But you need to earn his trust.” He tells him. “You saved his life, it’s a good start.” He chuckles before stretching and getting up.

“When will I see him?” Luke asks, wrapping himself in the towel, outside of the pool.

“Don’t worry, you will see him tonight. He will not miss the dinner served in your honor.”

“A dinner?” He asks, curious.

“We are pagans, but we know how to receive.” Paz winks at him.

Luke knows he likes the Mandalorian for his frankness and concern for his friends. It is rare for people to be that honest with him, a prince. He dries himself, enjoying the feeling of being clean, and puts on the clothes he took in the chest. Black breeches, a white shirt, and a black jacket. He pulls on top his leather boots and a cape. Paz changed his tunic and breeches, and put back his armor on top. They go back to the house, and Din sits by the fire. He turns his head helmet less, and smiles. 

“Vod.” Paz says, grabbing elbows with his friend.

“I’m fine. Thanks to him.” Din reassures him holding back his friend’s forearms. “Thanks, your highness.”

“Please call me Luke.” The blonde man says, smiling, relieved. 

“Or Baby Monk.” Paz mumbles, grinning.

“Ne'johaa!” The other Mandalorian growls to his friend.

“We’re expected at the dinner, Ad’ike. Get ready.” The tall man answers, leaving the kitchen.

“How are you feeling?” Luke asks, looking at Din’s banded head.

“Tired but alive.” Din answers, smiling. “They gave me a few more elixirs, and a herbal bath to clean my wounds and to avoid infection. They advised rest and food.”

“Luckily we will have a feast tonight.” He grins. “I am glad to see you well.” He adds, sheepish.

“I will be fully recovered in a few days.” He says, standing up. “We shall go.”

Luke notices Din changed his clothes underneath his armor, and smells like lavender. Paz comes back to the kitchen, switching from his helmet to a metallic silver veil to cover his lower face. His brown eyes sparkled mischieviously. He gives one to Din who tights it around his face as well, before pulling the hood of his cape on his head. He tilts his head, noticing Luke’s curious face.

“The veil is easier for eating.” He explains, as the three men step out of the house.

“Do you have to keep your face covered all the time?” The monk asks, genuinely intrigued.

“It was mandatory among the most extremists of us. But, with time, it changed.” Paz says. “We continue to hide our faces outside of the village and to wear the veil as a sign of respect to our ancestors here.”

“Will it be an insult to not wear one myself?” The monk asks, worried.

“Don’t worry, baby monk.” The black man reassures him, petting his shoulder. “I’m sure a lot of them will enjoy a pretty face at the table.”

“What?” Luke gasps, blushing.

“Gev Paz!” Din growls. “Cara will be bared face as well.”

“Another pretty face.” His friend chuckles.

Luke does not say another word, as they step inside the forge in the center of the village. The fire of the forge is lighted up, a long table takes center stage of the room. Several Mandalorians in armor and veil stand, waiting to sit. They all stare at Luke who stands still by Din’ side. The latter salutes several of them, holding each other forearms, and whispering some words in Mando’a. Lady Kryze comes to them, wearing a silver metallic veil, and an elegant blue scarf around her head, and presses her forehead to Din and then Paz, tenderly. Her hazelnut eyes stop on Luke.

“Your highness, we were waiting for you.” Bo-katan greets him. “It is an honor to have you with us.”

“Thank you Lady Kryze.” He bows his head. “I’m eternally grateful for your hospitality.”

“Let me know if Djarin and Vizsla are acting like utreekov.” She grins.

“What does it mean?” He asks, curious.

“Empty head.” A woman with brown hair answers, her face not hidden behind a veil. “Your highness, I’m Cara Dune, one of your hosts. I will keep an eye on these two.” She turns her gaze toward Din, and presses her forehead to his. “I’m glad to see you safe. But don’t go alone again on a bounty. You need someone to cover your traces.”

“I won’t.” He tells her, as she turns to press her forehead to Paz’s. “I need you both.”

“Finally, you recognized it.” Paz chuckles. “Let’s eat. I’m starving!”

The Armorer like some of the Mandalorians, wears a golden metallic veil and a dark red hood. Luke notices her fair skin, her brown eyes, and some locks of brown hair. She sits at the top of the table, Lady Kryze by her side, as well as several Mandalorians wearing the night owl coat of arms. Women and men, Luke notices. The blonde man sits between Paz and Din, Cara facing him. The young woman is as tall as Luke, muscular and wears a light armor, made of leather and metal, different from the Mandalorian ones. She has long dark hair tied in a side braid, and she has a small tattoo under her left eye. She winks at him when she feels his gaze on her. He focuses his attention on the table. The table is covered of plates full of spices Luke has never smell before. Din serves him a wood mug of a dark red wine. The Armorer stands up, her mug in hand.

“Let’s cheer to the return of Djarin to his clan and welcome to Prince Luke.” She says, loud and clear. “Our brothers and sisters will protect your life with their own if necessary. This is the way.”

“This is the way!” They all cheer before drinking.

“Oya!” Paz shouts, putting his mug down. “Our wine is really the best!”

“You says that, no matter what you’re drinking.” Cara grins. 

“Urgh.” He growls, rolling his eyes, and serves himself from a plate of meat.

“It’s stronger that anything I’ve ever drank.” Luke coughs, putting his mug down.

“Please eat, Luke.” Din presses the monk, passing him one plate. “You will pass out, you’re not used to our wine.”

“Do you mean I’m weak?” He teases him, serving himself a spoon of stew of meat and vegetables.

“No, your highness.” He answers, grinning under his veil, and passes him bread. “Holy water is pretty different from wine.”

Luke laughs loudly, surprised by the joke. He stares at Din’s brown eyes, enhanced by the candles light on the table. They are tender and mischievous. The monk lowers his gaze, as he feels his heart rushing into his chest. He starts to eat, wondering what is happening to him. He is not sure about what he feels. He misjudged him, believing all mercenaries were driven by money. After learning to know him that night at the church, he started to appreciates him. A handsome man under this veil… It must be the wine and the fatigue clouding his mouth. He gasps with his first bite of the stew, the spices burning his throat and mouth. It is tasty, but hot. Cara passes him a mug of water, chuckling. 

“First time eating Mandalorian food?” She asks.

“It’s good, but very spicy.” Luke nods, emptying his mug of water. “The food at the castle was… a little bit more bland in comparison.”

“I see what you mean.” She says, compassionate. “I’m from Alderaan, and it took me time to get used to it.”

“You’re not a Mandalorian?” He asks, astonished.

“No. That’s why I don’t wear the helmet or the veil like them.” Cara explains, biting in a piece of bread. “I rebelled against the Empire taking over Alderaan realm so I had to flee. My road crossed Din’s a couple of years ago on a bounty. And… we connected.”

“Connected?” Luke asks, suddenly feeling jealous.

“It was like, finding a long lost brother.” She tells him, smiling, as she glances at Din. “And then I ended in their village and became part of the clan. They took me in, without asking me to swear their creed or to follow their Faith, just to be me. A sanctuary in this evil empire.”

Luke does not say a word, and continues to eat, looking at the Mandalorians around him. Suddenly, music starts to play, and some of the Mandalorians start to dance, drinks in hand. He looks at them, moving and laughing. Paz and Cara join the dancers, Din excuses himself, because of his injuries. He looks at his friends dancing, and yawns. He glances at Luke who looks as sleepy as him. He stands up, and invites the monk to go back to their bedroom. They cross the streets quickly, snow falling on them. They go inside the house, up to the bedroom, and Din puts some logs in the fireplace. Luke stands in the bedroom, not sure about what to do. The Mandalorian removes his cape and his veil, and hangs them to a hook on the wall. The monk mimics him, suddenly feeling embarrassed to be alone in a bedroom with him. Din growls, as he removes his pieces of armor.

“You’re ok?” Luke asks, removing his jacket, glancing at him.

“My shoulder is a bit painful.” Din admits. 

“I can help.” He says, stepping closer. “This one?” He asks, pointing at his pauldron.

“Yes.” He whispers with a hoarse voice.

Luke swallows loud, and unties the pauldron’s buckle. He puts the piece of armor on top of the trunk by Din’s bed. Next, he helps him with his vambraces and his chest plate. He blushes, as he helps him to remove his thigh plates. 

“Do you need help with your clothes?” Luke whispers, panting slightly.

“Yes.” Din whispers back, standing still.

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Chapter 6

The monk, with trembling fingers, unties the laces of the other man’s jacket, and removes it. The shirt under it shows a bit of cleavage, and the shoulder’s bandage. Luke wants to see more of him, more of his skin. His fingers caress the bandage under the shirt, and then the skin of his chest, in the opening of the shirt, hypnotized. He rises his gaze, and meets Din’s brown eyes. They are burning with desire. His blue eyes drop to the other man’s lips, breathing heavily. His lips look soft. Suddenly, a loud bang resonates in the house, followed by laughs. Cara and Paz are home. Luke steps back from Din, embarrassed. He removes his pants, and slides himself inside his bed by the fireplace, leaving Din taking care of his shirt. The blonde man’s heart beats hard in his chest. His behavior must be because of the alcohol, he tells himself. He hears Din groaning as he removes his shirt, and goes to his bed, without a work. Luke whispers some words of prayer, chasing the bad thoughts away. He yawns, and closes his eyes, feeling tired. As he slowly falls asleep, more noises startle him. At first, he worries someone is injured, but quickly, he understands the moans, and groans he hears are not from pain.

“Finally.” Din whispers.

“What?” Luke asks, turning to look at him.

“They have been flirting for months.” He explains. “It was about time.” He chuckles, and turns his head to look at him, buried under his heavy blanket. “It might disrupt your night of sleep.”

“Are they married?” He asks, resting his head on his arm, getting comfortable to look at him. 

“No. No need for sex.” The brown hair man answers, confused. 

“But it’s a sin.” He says, shocked. “They cannot outside of wedlock.”

“Why? Why having sex is a sin?” He asks, curious.

“I…I.” He hesitates. “What if she is pregnant? They will be a bastard.”

“The word bastard does not exist in Mando’a.” He says, his eyebrows flexed up. 

“What about the bloodline?”

“Mandalorians do not care about the bloodline. We have a saying: nobody cares who your father was, only the father you will be.” He explains, as the moans and cries continue. “A lot of us have been adopted. According to your faith, we are all bastard.”

“I didn’t mean to insult you.” Luke says, apologetic. “I was told for years it was a sin.”

“Well, you should know that a lot of your sins are tolerated behaviors here.” Din tells him,  gently, staring. “Sex is one of them, out of marriage or with someone of the same sex. Pleasure is not a sin for us, as long as both parties consent and are respectful.”

“Two men can be together in Mandalorian society?” He asks, surprised.

“Yes. As two women can be.” He nods, smiling. “Love is love.” A scream pierces the silence. “Ok, we can sleep now. I think they are done.” He says, turning back on the mattress. “Good night, your highness.”

“Good night.”

Luke turns back on his bed, not feeling tired anymore. Within the couple of days spent with the Mandalorian, all of this believes have been questioned. What if, everything he learned was not the only existing truth?

The following day, Luke awakes, flushing his eyelashes, the fire dying in the chimney. He sits up, and stretches his arms above his head. He turns his gaze, and notices Din is still in bed. As soon as he moves out of the bed, the Mandalorian’s head snaps, and with a growl he sits up. 

“Morning.” He mumbles, his brown curls wild on his forehead.

“Good morning.” Luke repeats, amused. “You don’t look so scary without your helmet.”

“I just need caff.” He growls, rolling out of bed. He moans. “Fucking shoulder.”

The Mandalorian swears a little bit more in Mando’a. Luke glance at his back, noticing Din is shirtless. He does not see the tattoos on his lower back and arms first, but the scars stripping the Mandalorian’s back, resulting from whipping. What did happen to him to leave so deep marks? The monk bites his lower lip, and looks away, realizing he has been glancing too long for be polite. He walks to his trunk, and puts on his breeches and jacket, and finally steps in his boots. He glances at Din who struggles with his shirt. The monk steps closer, and with one look, gets his approval. He helps the brown hair man to slide his shirt on, and then a warm jacket. The tension from last night is gone. Din smiles, as a thank you, and leads the way downstairs to the kitchen. The fire is on, and a pot of caff is boiling. Cara sits on the bench by the fire, eating an apple.

“Good morning! Slept well?” She asks, happily.

“Seriously, you’re asking?” Din asks, grumpy.

“Aren’t you happy for us?” She purrs, grinning.

“You’ve been loud. Very.” He says, pouring himself a cup of caff. “Luke?”

“Warm milk, please.” The monk answers.

“I’ve been told to take care of my partner. It’s what I’ve done.” Paz says, coming in the kitchen. “And I did a pretty good job.” He chuckles.

“Yes, you did.” Cara reassures him, as he sits by her side on the bench. “There is still room for improvement though.”

“Women are harder to please than men.” He winks at Din. 

“It wasn’t really nice for our guest who needed sleep.” He growls, sipping from his cup of caff  with content, before serving a mug of milk to Luke.

“I’m sure, it was ok, right baby monk?” The tallest man asks, looking at the blonde man, as he serves himself of caff. “You’re a virgin, but you know how sex works?”

“My…my sexuality is not of your concern.” Luke stumbles, all red. “And yes. I know how it works.” 

“Because if you don’t, we have some pretty graphic parchments at the Morut’s library.” He teases, grinning. “Some positions are wilder than your imagination.”

“I don’t wanna know!” The monk shouts, signing himself. “I’m… I’m going to pray!”

Luke runs back upstairs, his mug of warm milk in hands. He grabs his rosary he secured in the chest, and kneels in front of his bed. He puts his hands together, and rolls the pearls of his rosary between his fingers, mumbling a prayer. He focuses on the words, thanking God for saving him, to keep his sister safe. He thanks him for putting Din on his way, and his thoughts divert to the events of last night. The proximity, his brown eyes starring at him, and his plump lips parting. Luke groans, and buries his head in the pillow, blaming his sinful mind. Someone knocks at the door, he rises up his head.

“I brought you some food for breakfast.” Din says, a bowl of porridge in hand. “Sorry for Paz, he can be annoying.”

“It’s ok.” Luke reassures him, feeling his stomach growling. “In my creed, sex is a taboo topic, and we do not talk about it. It’s private and intimate.”

“And for married people only.” He rolls his eyes, teasing. “Well, hopefully for you, Cara and Paz won’t be too loud at night.”

“It does not bother you?” The monk asks, starting to dig in the bowl of porridge. “Delicious.”

“Cara made it.” He smiles. “And not really. I’m happy for them. I just want the same.” He adds, glancing at the monk.

“Oh…”He lowers his gaze to the bowl. “Are you feeling better?”

“It is still painful, but I can move.” He answers, leaning against the doorframe. “Fancy a tour of the village?”

“Sure, if it’s not with you.” He teases him.

“Unlucky for you, you won’t get rid of me easily, your highness.” The Mandalorian winks at him. “Once you’re done with breakfast we can go. Cover warmly, it’s freezing outside.”

Luke chuckles, and finishes quickly the delicious porridge. He searches the chest for gloves, and puts a cape on.

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Chapter 7

He goes downstairs where Din waits for him, helmet on, and wraps in a heavy wool cape. The  mercenary guides him outside, the village covered with snow. As they start to walk, Razor Crest flies to them, landing on Din’s forearm. He caresses the head of the hawk with the back of his finger, tenderly. Luke looks at how tender the other man is, the wild animal trusting him fully. After a while, the hawk flies back to the sky, and circles above their heads. Din explains to Luke the main building for Mandalorians is not the church, but the forge of the Armorer, since weapons and armors are keys in their creed. They walk by the bathhouse that Luke already knows, and then to a big building, circled by high walls. Din opens a door in a wrought iron fence, leading on a wide garden where kids play and run. The children stop playing, and run to jump on Din, happily. The latter chuckles, as he catches two of them in his arms, slightly swaying.

“Din! You’re back! Did you bring us gifts?” A young boy asks, wrapped around his leg.

“No but I brought a prince.” Din says, his eyes on Luke.

“A prince? A real one?” The young girl in his arms asks, her head snapping to look at the monk.

“Hello, I’m Luke, and yes, I am a real prince.” He says, sheepish, waving his hands. 

“His eyes are blue like the sky!” She woes, impressed. “Where is your castle? Do you have a crown?”

“Easy ad’ike with our guest.” A bald man orders, coming in the garden, a young boy in his arms.

“Boba, it’s good to see you.” Din says, steeping closer to grab him by the elbow.

“Same, Vod.” Boba says, pressing his hand around his forearm. “Sorry I missed the dinner last night. I was busy at the orphanage. A pleasure to meet you, your Highness.”

“Luke meet Boba Fett, our brother in charge of the orphanage.” The brown hair man introduces him.

“A pleasure to meet you Sir Fett.” Luke politely says, bowing his head.

“Call me Boba, please.” He chuckles, and looks at Din. “Wanna see your boy? He is napping.”

“Yes. I missed him.” Din says with a smile.

“A son?!” The blonde man asks, shocked, as they walk toward the building.

“Adopted.” Din explains. “We found him with other children in a burned village by the imperial forces. As soon as I saw him, I knew he was going to be my son.”

“For centuries, Mandalorians have been adopting orphans, not matter what their origins were.” Boba adds, as they enter the building. “Even if they have parents, the children are usually raised together here. Most of the time.”

Luke does not say a word, surprised by how clean and warm the building is. Most of the orphanages managed by the church he have seen, were in a stage near ruins. The children he sees, running in the corridors and the garden look happy and well fed. Again, a big different from the orphans in the hands of the church. Boba explains that some of the orphans are raised and educated here, some of their adoptive parents being out on bounties or preparing to welcome them in their homes. They enter in one of the dorm room which is small and cozy. Luke notices it is not overcrowded, and thick velvet curtains maintain the heat inside, and the beds are made of soft and plushy blankets. Din walks to one the bed, and slowly kneels. He whispers a few words, and caresses the forehead of the child asleep in it. The latter opens his eyes, and jumps to hug the Mandalorian. Din laughs, and takes him in his arms, pressing his helmet to his forehead. Luke smiles, softened.

“Your highness, meet my son, Grogu.” Din says, tenderly.

“Nice to meet you, Grogu.” Luke says, with a smile to the kid. “Oh, his eyes! They are green!”

“Indeed, this kiddo has unique green eyes.” The brown hair man nods, caressing the young child’s cheek with a glove finger. “They contain sparkles of gold in the sun.”

“Pray the Lord for such beauty.” The blonde hair man says, signing himself.

“Faithful, your highness?” Boba asks, eyebrows flexed up.

“I am…a monk.” He explains, lowering his gaze.

“Oh. It must be fun to talk with Din about faith.” The bald man chuckles.

“It’s what I’ve been told.” Luke says, looking at Din’s helmet.

“The Prince already knows our faiths are very different.” Din says, bringing back his attention to his son. “I hope you’ve been good, Ad’ika.” The kids nods his head, and coos. “Good boy.” He looks at Luke. “I will stay a bit at the orphanage with him. You don’t have too.”

“I would love to help if there is anything I can do.” He says.

“Well. If you don’t mind getting dirty, Luke.” Boba says with a grin. “Follow me.”

Din removes his helmet for his son, as Luke and Boba exit the dorm. The monk follows the Mandalorian through the corridors of the building to arrive in the stables. Luke smiles, and trots to Artoo, comfortable in one stable eating hay.

“Hello you.” Luke whispers to the horse, caressing his large neck. “Well cared too, right?” 

“He hasn’t be very thankful, though.” Boba says, rolling his eyes. “He tried to bite me several times.”

“He has some…temper.” He shrugs his shoulders, apologetically.

“We are going to clean the stables, and put some fresh hay and give them their oatmeal.” He explains, getting two pitchforks.

“Ok.” Luke agrees, rolling his sleeves, and removing his cape before taking one of the pitchforks. 

“I heard you saved Din’s life.” Boba says after a few minutes working. “First time killing men?”

“Yes.” He nods, putting the dirty hay in the barrow. “But not the first time fighting. I’m a monk warrior. I trained to be sent to the Holy Land to protect the pilgrims. One day maybe. One day when the empire is no longer here.” He sighs.

“A noble cause, Prince.” Boba says, putting fresh hay on the stable’s floor. “Even if you are not fighting in your Holy Land, your skills saved Din.”

“True.” He smiles, rolling the full barrow away, and empties it outside. “Are you…a bounty hunter like the others?” He asks, curious.

“I was. I wasn’t bad if I’m bragging a bit.” The bald man explains, grinning. “I accepted bounties from everyone, including the Empire.” He pauses, and Luke waits for him to continue. “Because of that, our clan considered me like a aruetii, a dar’manda.”

“A Dar’manda?” Luke repeats.

“It describes a Mandalorian who is not one anymore because of his actions. Being rejecting by your own clan is the worst that can happen in our society.” Boba explains, leaning on the pitchfork, pensive. “I did bounties for the Empire. Until they sent me to destroy an orphanage suspected to be a rebel covert. I couldn’t accept to kill innocents. I realized I went too far, and forgot my Mandalorian values.”

“What did you do?” The young monk asks, his lips pinched.

“I burned the Emperor’s deputy house, and took the money.” He grins. “They found someone else to destroy the orphanage, though. I tried to save as many children as I could, and brought them here.” He closes his eyes. “Redemption is a long path. My clan did not accept me back at first, but Din insisted to give me a second chance. I’m a Mandalorian again, and the children are my absolution.”

“They look really happy and healthy in your care.” Luke comforts him, caressing Artoo’s head. “I can’t believe they destroyed an orphanage.”

“They are ready to do anything to stop the rebellion.” Boba tells him. 

“Strong Mandalorians like you could join the rebellion to fight the Empire.” He suggests.

“Our people suffered too much in Sundari and they prefer to remain hidden, the time to heal our wounds.” He explains, putting the last bit of hay on the floor. “And I know Princess Leia will contact us if she needs help.”

“What?”

“It’s well known your sister is one of the leaders of the Rebellion.” He smirks. “The Empire didn’t arrest her because they didn’t find proofs yet.”

“She is the smart one.” He smiles. “I hope she won’t worry too much about me. I wish I could send her a message.”

“It will be too dangerous.” The bald man tells him. “It’s better for the world to think you just disappeared.”

“I know…” He sighs. “Well, what shall we do next?”

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Chapter 8

“Boba hasn’t been too hard on you?” Din asks, as they walk side by side to their home.

“No. I mean it was more physical than I thought. But it was fine.” Luke answers, massaging his shoulder. “I won’t mind a warm bath tonight.”

“I agree.” He nods. “Let grab clean clothes and go to the baths. I need to clean my wound and change the bandages.”

Luke nods his head in agreement, and both men go the house. They meet Paz who joins them on their way to the bathhouse. It is when they arrive at the bathhouse that Luke realizes he will be with Din, both of them naked in the same pool. In a tight and intimate space. As the two Mandalorians casually chat and undress, the monk turns all red. 

“Ready to go, baby monk?” Paz asks, fully naked.

“Yes…I will join you shortly.” Luke answers, keeping his eyes on his feet.

As soon as they leave the changing room, Luke undresses, trembling, his heart beating fast in his chest. Last time he felt like this was with his late friend Biggs. He should not have these sinful thoughts. He grabs a towel, and wraps it around his hips. He walks to one of the steamy hot pool where Din and Paz are seated in. The brown hair man looks at him, and gives him a reassuring smile. The blonde man looks at his tattooed arms and then his broad chest. 

“Come on in!” Paz shouts, grinning. “We don’t bite.”

“Don’t you?” Luke chuckles, blushed. He removes his towel, and quickly buries himself in the pool. “I will get use to take a bath everyday.”

“I can’t believe you don’t wash everyday.” The dark skin man snorts. “Barbarians.”

“Is it a monk thing?” Din teases him, grinning. 

“I cleaned differently. We just don’t bath everyday, it’s too luxury for our order.” He says, lowering his gaze. “We don’t have bathhouses like that at the castle.”

“Missing something.” Paz mumbles, passing a hand on his muscular chest. “By adopting all of our customs, you might become a Mandalorian, who knows.”

“Don’t push it.” Luke groans, rolling his eyes. He looks at Din, massaging his shoulder. “How is your shoulder?”

“Still painful.” He answers, turning his back to show it. 

“The scar is still red.” Luke notes, his fingers brushing the skin under it. “But already well healed.”

“The cataplasm did wonders as always.” Paz says. “You will keep your arm, Vod.”

“What does mean Vod?” The monk asks, curious.

“It means brother or sister.” Din answers, turning, his thigh brushing Luke’s knee under the water. “There is no gender in Mando’a.”

“I see. And Alor? Chief?” He asks, trying to ignore the heat building in his core because of the proximity with Din.

“Correct. You’re going to catch up Mando’a quickly, mir'sheb.” Paz chuckles.

“Let me guess, baby monk?” The blonde man grins.

“Close. Smartass.” The tallest man answers, Din nudging his side.

“And Mesh’la?” The blonde man asks, making the man by his side stiffing.

“Ohhh did someone said it to you?” The black man laughs. “It means beautiful.”

“Oh.” Luke gasps, glancing at Din. “I see.”

Paz barks a laugh, and starts to talk to Din about another topic. Luke listens to them, absentminded. His blue eyes meet his brown ones several times, his heart jumping in his chest every time, Paz completely oblivious. He found me beautiful, Luke wonders, as he dips his head in the water.

After a simple but spicy dinner with Paz and Cara, Luke and Din go to their bedroom. They do not say a word, undressing for the night. Luke clears his throat.

“Din, I’ve never properly apologize and I want for you to know, I’m sorry for judging mercenaries and well, your clan too harshly.” Luke says, seated on his bed.

“Apologies accepted.” Din says, his lips twitching in a smile. He stays standing up, his arms by his side. “I’m sorry for judging your order harshly as well. Not all of them are bad and evil.”

“I guess not.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Look at me, I’m close to be the reincarnation of an angel on earth.” He jokes.

“Not sure you are an angel.” He grins. “Except for the look.”

“You’re mean.” The monk chides him, smiling.

“Pretty blonde hair with blue eyes. Nothing else.” He says, chuckling.

“I already know I’m Mesh’la.” He says him, playing along.

“But a wicked soul.” He adds, crossing his arms over his chest, staring at him.

“Good night.” Luke says, with a false offended voice, before dramatically, turning his back.

“Luke, I’m joking!” Din laughs, as he comes close to his bed. “I don’t mind the wicked soul.”

“Pardon me?” He asks, snapping his head at him.

“A pretty submissive angel will be boring.” He tells him, swaying on his feet uncomfortable. “You’re kind, but a raging fire burns inside you. The strength you put into fighting, your genuine smile, your curious mind, all of these make you glow. I cannot resist your brightness.” He confesses, glancing at him.

“It’s a sin.” He whispers after a few moments of silence, his hand grabbing his rosary around his neck.

“Is it really?”

“God forbids…it.” The monk says, feeling suddenly sadly.

“Won’t He forgive, if it is love?” The brown hair man asks, as he slowly drops on his knees at the feet of Luke’s bed.

“You love me?” He asks, surprised, his heart bumping into his chest.

“I’m close to fall for you.” He confesses, looking at him tenderly. “A word from you, my Prince and I will give you my life, my heart, my sword.” He says, sincere and honest.

“Din…I can’t.” He murmurs, closing his eyes to avoid his big brown eyes, overwhelmed. “I sweared to be only God’s. We cannot.”

“I… I understand.”

The Mandalorian sadly sighs, and stands up. He whispers good night, before going to his own bed. Luke wraps himself in his blanket and turns his back at him. He bites his lower lip, containing tears. Why his heart hurts so much to know Din is sad? Why can he not make him happy? The blonde man feels torn between his faith, and the will to know more the Mandalorian.

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Chapter 9

Luke wakes up alone in the bedroom, the fire extinguished in the chimney. He yawns loudly, feeling tired. He could not sleep most of the night, thinking about Din. The man confessed his feelings for him so easily. The young monk wishes he could choose freely to love without being a sinner and abandoning his faith. Doesn’t he really believe? He became a monk to honor his father in the first place. 

“But what do I want?” He asks himself, as he puts on warm clothes. “Serving God always seem to be an evidence. But I’m not sure anymore.” He fingers his rosary. “Maybe it’s a test He is sending me.” He sighs loudly. “If only he was ugly and unkind, it would have been easier.”

He passes a hand in his hair, and leaves the bedroom. He goes downstairs, and finds Cara, seated at the table, a mug of caff in hands.

“Good morning Luke. You look awful today.” She greets him. 

“Good morning to you too. Well, I didn’t sleep that well.” Luke answers.

“A good caff will help.” She says serving him a mug. “With a lot of milk?”

“How do you know?”

“Paz is not calling you baby monk for nothing.” She chuckles, serving him the mug with a bowl of oatmeal. 

“Where is Din?” He asks, digging in the oatmeal.

“He went to the orphanage. If you want to join him.” The young woman answers. 

“Thank you. Maybe not today.” He says, taking a sip of the caff with milk. “I would love to see the library.”

“Oh you wanna see the parchments Paz talked about?” She grins.

“No.” He blushes. “I wanted to read about the Mandalorian culture, and learn some Mando’a.”

“I see. I will guide you there then. After meeting some friends for sparing.” She explains, finishing her mug of caff. “You can come.”

“Maybe another time.” 

“Ok your highness.”

Cara guides him to the library a small building, hidden in an alley at the back of the forge. It does not look as glorious as Paz talked about it. They enter the building, arriving in a small foyer. It is dark, no windows only candles. They step on a cozy rug while a woman opens a door at the back for the foyer. Cara introduces Luke to her. Brown skin, long dark hair in a ponytail and two small braids crossed on her forehead. She is named Koska Reeves. He recognizes her as the right hand woman of Lady Kryze. Cara introduces her as the guardian of the library, as her ancestors have been for centuries, before her. Koska gives him a reassuring smile, standing proud. Cara leaves them, alone. Koska does not wear her armor indoors, but a blue metallic veil matching her velvet dress and robe. 

“Welcome your highness.” Koska bows her head, politely. “How can I assist you?”

“Lady Reeves. I would like to learn more about Mandalorian’s customs if you have any books or parchments I could read.” Luke says.

“We do have some books and parchments written in Basic. I assume you do not read Mando’a.” She says, tilting her head.

“Not yet.” He answers.

“Oh. I like to know you will learn our language some day.” She chuckles. “Follow me.”

She guides him through a small staircase in the back of the room, behind a bookshelf. They go downstairs, arriving in a large room. Luke is impressed by what the Library hides. Tons of books and parchments are displayed on shelves inside a cellar. The blonde man walks slowly in, and caresses the walls thick under the fingers, designed to resist fires and earthquakes. 

“It’s impressive.” Luke whispers, flabbergasted.

“Books are a knowledge too precious for the Mandalorians to risk.” Koska says. “I believe you will want to start with this book.” She suggests, as she gets a leather covered book out of a shelf. “If you have any question, let me know. All this shelf contains books in basic.”

“Thanks a lot, Lady Reeves.” He bows his head, and takes the book.

The young woman bows back, and goes through the staircase, leaving Luke alone. The young monk sits in a comfortable armchair in front of a table. Mandalorians know how to be comfortable. He starts to read, learning about the importance of the anonymity in Mandalorian culture, their helmets, and therefore, how they had to adapt to show their affection and feelings.

“Community is fundamental in Mandalorian society, and one of their main signs of affection is the Keldabe Kiss.” Luke reads quietly. “It is shown by leaning the forehead against someone else’s forehead…” 

Luke pauses, as he remembers how Din leaned his forehead against his, the night they escaped the trap. His heart skips a bit, his blood rushing, as he realizes the Mandalorian gave him a kiss. He breathes loudly, calming his mind, rationally thinking how he does the Keldabe kiss with his closed friends as well. It is just a sign of trust, he tells himself, before resuming the reading of the book about fundamental signs and words in Mando’a.

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Chapter 10

Luke continues to go to the library, learning more about the history of the Mandalorians and some Mando’a vocabulary that he practices with Din and Paz in the evening. His accent is bad, he struggles with the “r” sound, but both Mandalorians appreciate the effort he makes to learn their language, and customs. He does not talk about Din’s confession, and the later does not press him for anything. His kind behavior makes Luke more confused about his feelings. 

“Cara? I will join you for sparing today.” Luke says, as he steps in the kitchen.

“Good.” Cara says, smiling. “I’m not going to be soft on you, your highness.”

“I hope not.” He chuckles.

“I wanna see that!” Paz says, smiling. “And you Din?”

“I saw him fighting once. I won’t mind seeing him again.” Din says, his brown eyes looking at Luke.

“I don’t need an audience.” He puffs, shyly.

“Ok, we can spare with you then.” Paz says, standing up. “Let’s go, baby monk!”

Luke sighs, and looks at Din who simply shrugs his shoulders, helpless. He does not have a real choice…

The training area is located at the back of the Forge, by another building, the Armory. A large arena covered with sand in the middle of a court, circled by targets made of wood and hay. It is busy with Mandalorians, with and without helmet, training. Luke follows Cara to the arena, jumping the fence, and removes his coat, before rolling his shoulders to warm up. Paz and Din stand by the arena, stretching.

“I guess we start.” Cara says, as she looks at the two men warming up. She grabs wood staffs, and throws one at Luke. “Show me what you can do.”

“I won’t hold back.” Luke grins.

Luke takes position, his wooden staff in front of him. He analyzes Cara’ stand, looking for an opening. Quickly she rushes to him, aiming for his side, Luke warding off, gasping. She is fast, and her fighting moves are different than what he was taught. He does not have any chance to strike, she does not leave him a second to breath. The young monk cannot attack, but block her attacks. She aims for his legs, and slaps them. The monk falls heavily on his back. He pants, shocked.

“Not bad, baby monk, but you need to be faster.” She tells him, smiling. 

“You’re amazing.” He recognizes, as she gives him a hand to stand up.

“Just a lot of practice.” She explains, before looking at Paz and Din. “These two are slower, because of the armor.”

“But our attacks are stronger.” The tallest man says, leaning on the fence.

“I will teach you how to kick their arses.” Cara chuckles, winking at Luke.

“I will like that very much.” Luke winks back. “Shall we start?” 

“Maybe you need a light armor like me.” She suggests, as they both step out of the arena. “I’m not saying you’re weak, but these two are beasts on the field. I don’t want you to break something.”

“If it was only on the field.” Her lover grins.

“Idiot.” She scoffs him, punching his shoulder. “Djarin? How is your shoulder?”

“Stiff, but I can fight.” Din answers.

“Perfect, show Luke how you fight dirty while I checked with the Armorer if she has any light armor parts available.”

Cara pats Luke’ shoulder, and goes inside the Forge. The monk turns his attention to the ring where Din and Paz step in. They face each other, spear in hands. The two Mandalorians stay still, until Paz makes the first move. He strikes at Din who blocks his attack, before using his strength to push him. Din groans, and steps back, swaying, before moving forward and striking back. The tallest Mandalorian easily blocks his spear with his, and again uses his force to push him away. Din appears to be overwhelmed, stepping back, without a chance of attacking. Luke holds his breath, mesmerized by the intensity of the sparing. They fight with their spear, but also their fists and feet. No limit to win the fight. He has never seen this type of fight, and will love to learn about it. Paz has clearly the upper hand. Suddenly, Din swings around Paz who falls on his back on the floor, carried by his weight. Din swiftly puts his feet on Paz’s hand, and points his spear to his throat under the helmet, not letting the other a chance to stand back up.

“Yield.” Din orders.

“Haar’chak.” Paz swears. “I hate when you do that.”

“Winning? I know.” He says, helping his friend to stand up on his feet. “Still want to fight with us?” He asks, looking at Luke.

“More than anything.” He answers, grinning. 

“You’re brave, baby monk.” Paz teases him, clapping his shoulder, as he steps out of the arena. 

“I want to learn to fight like you, and to be stronger. I’m not afraid to take blows.” He answers, defiant.

“You won’t be disappointed.” Din says, tilting his helmet.

“Your armor, first.” Cara says, handing the young monk a helmet and breastplate. “It might me a bit big but, better than nothing with these filthy animals.”

“Thanks.” He nods, attaching the breastplate around his chest. 

Cara helps him to put on vambraces and the helmet. Luke feels heavy, wearing an armor for the first time. Warrior monks rarely wear a full armor, but a coat of mail under their robes. Luke feels a shiver of excitement in his body, as his eyes lay on Din. They will fight with wood staffs first. Luke is not ready for real weapons c and he knows it. The blonde hair man copies his position, studying the Mandalorian, before giving the first strike. Din blocks him, effortlessly. Luke strikes again, unsuccessful. He pants faster than expected, the armor being a burden. It becomes harder to hold his staff up. Din does not look tired, used to the weight of the armor. He does not strike, letting Luke tiring himself with futile attacks. The latter understands quickly what the Mandalorian is doing. He will not break the heavily armor man, the way he does. He thinks quickly about how to blow efficiently. Luke grins, as he tackles Din to the floor, pushing with all the strength he has. His helmet pumps onto the other man’s armor, making dizzy him. Din does not hesitate, and pushes Luke on his back, using his own weight to keep him flat under him. He straddles his waist, blocking his arms, his staff under Luke’s helmet. The blonde monk wiggles, trying to get out of his grip.

“Yield, your highness.” The Mandalorian orders with a hoarse voice.

“It’s almost like a traditional courtship.” Paz chuckles.

“It’s not.” Din hisses, turning his head at his friend.

“Courtship?!” Luke gasps, trying to push Din away.

“Mandalorians fight to flirt and court. A skill warrior is a perfect suitor. You are an amazing bachelor, baby monk.” The tallest man explains, teasing.

“Slana'pir Vod!” The brown hair man growls at his brother in arm, before focusing on Luke underneath him. “Yield.” He orders once more, putting more pressure with his staff on his exposed neck.

“It’s…unfair.” Luke stumbles, blushing. 

“How is it unfair, Prince?” He asks, tilting his head. 

“The armor. It gives you an advantage.” He answers, growing hotter.

“You fought well, but you’re not dirty enough.” He explains, slowly standing up. “You need to practice, to know how and where to attack. And  to wear an armor.” He helps him up. “And you might beat me one day.”

“I’m looking to it.” Luke says, his hand pressing the Mandalorian’s one. They stay still, standing face to face. 

“Me too, Luke.” He says, pressing back his fingers.

Luke is grateful to wear a helmet to hide his face turning fully red. He slides his hand out of Din’s fingers, and walks away, as Cara and Paz step on the ring, giggling. The monk removes his helmet, and shakes his locks, he is sweaty. He notices a bucket of water, scoops some water and splashes his face. It is freezing cold. Luke glances at Din, staring back at him, his helmet hiding his expression. His gaze slides down to the Mandalorian’s armor, and thick thighs, remembering how he has been trapped underneath him, a few moments ago. He appreciated his weight on him, it was strangely comforting. Luke looks down at the floor, ashamed of himself for his sinful thoughts.

“Do you want to spare more, or you had enough?” Din asks, walking closer to him. “Or watch them?” He adds, looking at Cara and Paz clearly courting fighting.

“I think it was enough for one day.” Luke answers, growling, as he massages his lower back. “I’m full of bruises because of you.”

“You will get more if you continue sparing with me.” He teases him, with a hoarse voice.

“I don’t mind.” He whispers, as he follows the Mandalorian, silently to the house.

They go home, without saying a word, the young monk feeling exhausted. They grab clean clothes, and go to the bathhouse. The monk appreciates more and more this daily moment of relaxation. He should suggest to Leia to build some inside the Alderaan castle. His sister, he misses her. He desperately needs her advice,  he thinks as he glances at Din, removing his helmet and armor. They undress quickly, Luke keeping his gaze low once they are both naked, until they are in the water. Once the water covers enough of them to be decent, he looks around them. They are alone in the baths. His blue eyes stop on Din, seated on the other side of the pool, keeping a respectful distance. His brown eyes cross his gaze, and he smiles, gently.

“You are covered with bruises.” Din grins, his gaze looking at his chest.

“Your fault.” Luke scoffs, rolling his eyes, his hands on his chest, modest.

“The healer might have some plants for you.” He offers, shrugging his shoulders.

“I will see tomorrow.” He nods his head, before looking at the walls. “Paz said the paintings tell stories.”

“He was right. For once.” He winks, at the blonde man, before looking at the paintings as well. “They are stories about our people.”

“What about this one?” He asks, pointing at the portrait of a warrior.

“Oh…it’s a beautiful, but tragic story of love.” He sighs. “A long time ago, a Mandalorian was a slave, fighting in an arena. A gladiator. He was made a slave for disobeying a tyrant, a king.”

“I see.” Luke nods.

“His name was Darrius, and he was an amazing fighter.” He continues, smiling. “He was admired and very popular. People came from all around the kingdom to see him fight. Handsome in addition to be an amazing fighter.”

“Showed off.” He sighs, smirking.

“A little.” He pauses, splashing water on his torso. “One day, the Prince Lucius came to see him fight. He was mesmerized by the gladiator.”

“Him?” Luke asks, showing another portrait on the wall of a young man with a crown.

“Yes. He was known to be beautiful and kind. The opposite of the King.” Din continues. “The Prince and the Mandalorian started to meet and they fell in love. Even if they hated each other at first.” He chuckles, and lowers his gaze on Luke. “They loved each other deeply, but they couldn’t be free in this Kingdom. They took part in a conspiracy to kill the King, and to free the realm of tyranny.”

“But they failed?” Luke asks, seeing a battle scene.

“They did. The King was too powerful.” He sighs, looking at the portrait of Lucius and Darrius exchanging a Keldabe Kiss. “They tried to flee, but they were surrounded. Darrius sweared to Lucius to find him in another life. He fought to death to protect his lover.”

“What…what happened to Lucius?” The monk asks, gasping.

“He survived. He spent the rest of his existence alone, mourning the love of his life.” The Mandalorian answers, sad.

“It’s…awful.” Luke sighs, a hand to his chest, his heart. “Did they meet in another life? Do we know?”

“The story doesn’t say.” Din shakes his head, his gaze back on the monk. “It said the day they will reunited, they will recognize each other, and they will never be apart again.”

Luke feels his heart beating harder in his chest as Din’s tender gaze lays on him. His loving brown eyes. Din gives him a side smile, sheepish, before finishing to clean his body. Luke looks at the muscles of his arms and chest, covered with tattoos and scars. The blonde man gets out of the warm pool, feeling incredibly hot, and sinks himself in the cold pool under the surprised look of Din. Sinning has never felt that much tempting…

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Chapter 11

The next day, Luke rushes to the library while Din goes to the orphanage. The young monk waves his hand at Koska who bows her  head in return, putting some books on the shelves.

“Su cuy’gar, your highness.” Koska says.

“Su cuy’gar.” Luke says back. “Please call me Luke.”

“Luke.” She repeats, grinning. “What are you looking for today?”

“Do you have books about famous Mandalorians like Darrius?” He asks, feeling his cheeks flushing.

“The slave gladiator who fell for the pretty prince Lucius.” She nods. “Follow me.”

The young woman gets him all books, and parchments in Mando’a and basic she has about Lucius and Darrius. Luke, excited, starts to search the books in basic at first. They describe the full story including about the tyrannical king. His gaze stops on a Mando’a parchment about their passionate and sensual love making. Graphic enough to make him blush, and understand without knowing all the words in Mando’a. The sexual parchment aside, he notes their description is always the same: Lucius had golden locks of hair and eyes as blue as the sky; Darrius had dark curls, a loving brown gaze, and irresistible smile. Like Din and himself…

When he is not in the library, the young monk continues to train in the arena. Even if he ends covered with bruises, Luke continues to go regularly sparing with Paz, Din and Cara, learning new fighting techniques. He is quick to improve, gaining agility and strength. Wearing an armor was tiring at first, but his body slowly grows accustomed to it. 

***

One day in the ring, as he falls loudly on his butt, the monk realizes he has no news of his sister. How long has he been there?

“Luke? You’re ok?” Cara asks, standing by his side, worried.

“For how long have I been here?” He asks, looking at the sky.

“I don’t know.” She shrugs her shoulders, before holding her hand to help him up. “A month at least?”

“I need to send a message to my sister.” He says, standing up. “Din, I need to let my sister knows I’m alive. She must be so worried.”

“We need to discuss it with Lady Kryze.” Din answers, not at ease, standing outside of the ring. 

“Could I meet her? Now?” He asks, hopeful.

“Sure. She should have time for you. Come with me.” He answers.

Cara smiles to Luke, and taps his shoulder, encouraging, before the young monk trots to join Din’ side. Luke is nervous, he did not have the chance to talk a lot with Lady Kryze, since she has been out of the Morut most of the time. Also, he finds her impressive and fearsome, almost regal. Ironic for a Prince to be impressed. Din guides him to the banquet room, silent, where she is standing with the armorer and some members of the night owl squad. Koska smiles at Luke, nodding her head, and he smiles back. Bo-Katan turns her amber eyes on the young monk.

“Your highness. I hope Djarin is taking his host role well.” She says, smirking at the  Mandalorian.

“It’s not easy everyday, but I managed, my Lady.” Luke answers, teasing him.

“Please.” Din sighs, tilting his head.

“I heard he has been tough on you.” She grins, making Luke blushed.

“He is teaching me some Mandalorian fighting techniques. It is a bit painful.” He admits.

“The best way to learn.” She says. “Well, your highness, I believe you have a specific request for me.”

“It has been some time I arrived in the Morut, and I am very thankful for the warm welcome.” He starts. “However, I’m worried about my sister. She doesn’t know I’m still alive, and I would like your permission to write to her.”

“Prince, I can reassure you that she is fine. We know she is still really active in the rebellion against the Empire.” Bo-Katan answers. “It seems some of her loyal partisans leaded by Obi-Wan Kenobi searched for the lost Prince. In parallel of the Empire own guards search. It was apparently unsuccessful for both search teams.  Princess Leia made a statement explaining she will not let her personal feelings threat her role as a leader. So, the search for the Prince is on hold.”

“She knows where I am?” Luke gasps, a hand to his chest, grabbing his rosary.

“She knows you’re safe and alive.” She says, reassuring. “A certain hawk delivered a message.” She winks at Din. “She understands for your safety, it is better she doesn’t know where you are.”

“And the searching team lead by Obi-Wan?”

“Your master is creating fake tracks for the Empire guards, keeping them away.” Bo-Katan explains. “Within Alderaan and Naboo realms.”

“Smart.” Din recognizes.

“Master Kenobi still has more than one trick up his sleeve.” She admits, sighting.

“You…you know know my master?” The young monk asks, surprised.

“Oh yes. I met him when he wasn’t a master yet, sent to protect my late sister.” Lady Kryze explains. “Back when she was still Duchess of Mandalore, and our realm was…peaceful.” She pauses. “Very sassy, my sister loathed him at first.”

“He knows how to get on your nerve.” Luke recognizes. “But he is charming.”

“Very charming.” She chuckles, sadly. “My sister didn’t resist it long.”

“What ?!” He shouts, his eyes wide.

“It’s not my story to say.” She says, her eyes avoiding his. “You can ask your master when you meet him again. Very soon, I swear.” She reassures him, patting his shoulder. “I cannot let you write to your loved ones, your highness. It could lead their assassins to our Morut, and threat our community. We will continue to take care of you, and soon you will be reunited with your sister. You’re dismissed.” She says, as Luke opens his mouth.

“Thanks my Lady.” Luke says, bitter.

The young monk politely bows his head, and turns out of the room, Din following him. He is confused, he has so many questions left without an answer, and he feels useless. He wanted to ask more, but Lady Kryze made it clear she will not give more answers. How does Obi-Wan know the Mandalorians and never spoke of them and his closed relationship with Duchess Kryze? Why is he kept outside of the discussions like a child? Leia was like that with him and, Lady Kryze does the same. 

“Luke!” Din shouts, stepping in front of him. “Where are you going?”

“I…I don’t know.” He says, as he sees he walked to the border of the village, clenching his fists. “How is everyone treating me like a child? My sister did the same, and now Lady Kryze?!”

“They want your wellbeing.” He reassure him, his hands up to calm him down.

“I can take care of myself.” He hisses, trying to go around the Mandalorian.

“I know that.” He says back, stopping him, holding his wrist. 

“Let me go.” He orders.

“You need to cold off, your highness.” He tells, holding him firmly. 

“Stop calling me that.” He says, trying to get his wrist out of his grasp.

“Behave, and I will stop, your highness. You’re acting like a child.” Din chides him. “I know you’re angry, but don’t disrespect Lady Kryze and what she is doing for you and to keep our community safe. Understood?” He asks.

“Understood.” The monk sighs, pulling off his arm of his hand.

“I won’t propose sparing to cold off, you’re going to injure yourself.” The Mandalorian says, after a long pause. “What about a ride?”

“A ride ?!”

“Artoo might need to release some energy too.” He says, walking toward the stable. “Fett said he has been an arse.”

Luke does not say a word, and follows him, mad and embarrassed by his own behavior. But he does not want to apologize, Din knows it and will not say a thing. They arrive by the stables and Artoo whinnies, impatient. As Din walks by his stable, the horse tries to bite him. The Mandalorian swears in Mando’a, and goes to the next stable to saddle his own horse. Luke approaches the impatient gelding, and caresses his neck, whispering sweet words. He quickly saddles him, and joins Din already on the back of his horse. The blonde man jumps on the back of Artoo. He clicks his tongue, Artoo starts trotting. Din follows. They trot out of the village, into a forest. As soon as they enter the forest, the Mandalorian pushes his horse to gallop, Artoo follows, his ears down, mad to not be at the front. Quickly, he passes Din’s horse who races him. Both horses gallop to high speed, their riders holding tight, avoiding branches from trees as best as they can. Suddenly, they arrive in a field, they slow down their horses, panting. Din turns his helmet to face the monk.

“Feeling better?” He asks.

“Why you didn’t tell me about the message?” Luke asks, hurt. “You knew!”

“It wasn’t my decision.” Din answers. “I told Lady Kryze she should let you know. She decided differently, thinking it was for your own good.”

“I thought I could trust you.” He says, sad.

“Luke…”

“I missed my sister, and I’m worried about her.” He sighs, a hand on his heart. “They are trying to kill us. And… and I can’t do anything. Just wait.”

“You can do something. You are learning to fight, to survive. Princess Leia would be proud of you.” He reassures him, coming closer to put a hand on his shoulder. “If she is as strong as you are. I’m not worried about her.”

“She is terrifying compared to me.” He chuckles, tenderly looking at him. “I wish people could see me, as someone strong, not just a princeling. I wish people could see me like you do. You make me feel different.”

“I… you are different, Luke.” Din says, lowering his gaze. “You know how bright I find you.” His hand slides along Luke’s arm to rest on the blonde man’s hand. 

“I know.” Luke says, sheepish, and turns his palm up into the Mandalorian’s hand. “Thank you.”

Din tangles his fingers with Luke’s ones, without a word. The young monk, bites his lower lip, his heart beating fast in his chest. He turns his head, noticing a spring of water. He gets down of Artoo’s back, and guides him to the water, Din gets down of his horse’s back, and follows. The horses drink from the spring, both men standing close to each other, still silent. Luke glances at Din.

“Din?”

“Hum?”

“May I ask you something? You don’t have to answer if you’re not comfortable with it.” Luke tells him.

“What do you want to know?” Din asks, turning his helmet to look at him.

“What happened with the Church? Why do you hate us?” He asks, his gaze on him.

“I don’t hate you.” He says, quickly. “I hate the priests and their hypocrisy. They preach love and tolerance, but they do the opposite, fighting a holy war against the pagans like me. Hypocritical peacekeepers.” He hisses, before pausing. “I wasn’t born in Mandalore, but Aq Vetina. I had a peaceful life with my parents until the Church and their… kriffing priests arrived, saying we were going to Hell for our sins.” He sighs. “They forced kids like me to learn about the sacred texts, and how a sinner I was. One day, the people of Aq Vetina rebelled against the Church when they learned about what they have done to the children.”

“Included you?” He whispers.

“I was the lucky one since I’ve been only whipped for my rebellious behavior. I wasn’t a good student.” He says, clenching his fist. “The others have been… whipped as well and… touched.”

“Touched?” Luke gasps, shocked.

“The chastity is bullshit.” Din hisses. “They sexually touched children these…chakaaryc should be the ones burning in Hell.” He pauses again, clearing his throat. “The Church didn’t like the rebellion, and the Emperor sent his armies to kill us all. My parents hide me in a cellar under our house and… they got killed. I was prepared to die, but the Mandalorians came to our rescue. Most of the adults been killed, they adopted all the orphans like me. And then, Mandalore has been destroyed by the Empire, and I grew up where our Covent was going, until we arrived here, and I became a beroya.”

“I’m so sorry Din.” Luke says, turning to come closer. “It’s awful.” He says, putting his hand on his shoulder. “I understand why you didn't like me at first.”  

“You didn’t know.” Din shrugs his shoulders. “I wasn’t that enthusiastic to be your bodyguard.”

“I wasn’t either. Guarded by a pagan.” He smirks. “But I was wrong.” He whispers, standing on his tiptoes to press his forehead to his.

“Luke…” The Mandalorian gasps, surprised. “Do you…”

“Yes, I know what it means.” He interrupts him, pressing closer.

Din wraps his arms around Luke’s waist, holding him in their tender Keldabe Kiss. The young monk closes his eyes, enjoying the contact of their bodies, his musk smell, the silence. He does not want to think about his faith, or the Emperor. He just wants to be with Din. Just the two of them for a moment. He will think of the consequences another day.

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Chapter 12

The following days, Luke is more tender with Din, undeniably attracted to him. He tries to go back to praying, to focus on his vows instead, but what the Mandalorian told him about what happened in Aq Vetina, made him questioning his faith. The monk had learned the holy texts without questioning them, trusting everything Obi-Wan had taught him. Maybe all his life was a lie? His father left the order for love, why he would not do the same? The tenderness and kindness of Din cannot be a sin. He is too pure, too sincere. Luke cannot resist his soft smiles; his fingers linked to his on a walk; his forehead against his, as a good night, before they each lay in their separate beds. Luke knows what is happening, even if it is new for him: he is falling for Din, and does not want to fight it anymore.

In the morning, Bo-Katan left the Morut, Koska, Paz and Cara with her, on a mission to protect the Covent. After all, the Empire is still seeking the lost Prince. Luke and Din spare before non, Luke close to beat Din. It is a matter of time. In the afternoon, Luke goes to the library to which Koska gave him access, even when she is away. In the meantime, Din joins Boba at the orphanage to take care of Grogu, the little one starting to walk. Without Lady Kryze, and her night owl battalion, the Morut is quiet, only the sounds of the forge, as well as the children’s laughs break the silence. The weather is warming up, spring is coming, Luke thinks, as he goes out of the library, the sky still bright. He walks back to the house which now feels like home, repeating in his head the latest Mando’a words he learned. 

“Here he is!” Boba shouts, seated by the fireplace in the kitchen. “You worried for nothing, Djarin.”

“Fett, a pleasure to see you.” Luke says, as he steps in the kitchen to wrap his hand around the bald man’s forearm. “And I see we have another guest with us.” He adds, as he sees Grogu in Din’s arms. “Hello little one.” He says tenderly, caressing his cheek.

“I thought you will appreciate to have someone else than myself to practice your Mando’a.” Din explains, his face free of a veil showing a bright smile, as Luke’s hand caresses briefly his arm.

“Will you be as tough and heartless as Din?” The young monk teases the bald man.

“I work with children, I have more patience than he does.” He answers. 

“Not complicated to be more patient than him.” He says, playful.

“Ungrateful or'dinii.” Din mumbles, falsely offended. 

“Stop mumbling, Vod, and serve us dinner. Your guest is hungry.” Boba orders, as he pours wine in mugs. “I brought some wine.”

Luke takes a glass the man serves him, and takes a sip. It is stronger than the wine he was served for the welcome dinner. As Din prepares dinner, Luke seats by the fireplace, playing with Grogu, and speaking the Mando’a words he learned with Boba. The latter teases him gently, and teaches him more bad words making Din sighs louder than usual. The stew he cooked and served is warm, and spicy as Luke likes it. He knows the Mandalorian reduced the spice level especially for him. After walking back and forth in the kitchen, Grogu falls asleep in Din’s arms. The father gently caresses his head, and sways him, as he listens to Boba telling one of his numerous bounty hunter adventures. Din’s brown eyes cross Luke’s blue gaze, several times. Tender and soft. Luke blushes, blaming the wine. 

***

“I don’t believe you.” Luke teases the older man.

“I swear, I survived a bear attack.” Boba says, offended. “Where do you think the scars came from?”

“A cat?” He smirks.

“A big Wild cat.” Din adds, with an accomplice grin.

“You two shouldn’t mock your elders.” He chides them, shaking his head, desperate. “I should go, and take the little rat to his bed.”

“It’s getting late.” Din agrees, passing tenderly Grogu to Boba. “Good night Ad’ika.”

“Thanks for tonight. Food was good and the company excellent.” The bald man thanks him, holding the young kid in his arms. “It’s good to see you two getting along well like that.”

“Not all monks are bad.” The brown hair man recognizes.

“You’re not too bad yourself for a mercenary.” The monk jokes.

“Hahaha. Soon you will be Riduur.” Boba winks at them. “Ret’!” He waves his hand, and leaves the house.

“Do you know the meaning of Riduur?” Din asks after an uncomfortable silence.

“…I do.” Luke answers, looking at the floor.

“Oh. Well. I don’t need to translate, then.” He says, nodding his head, blushing. He clears his throat. “Bathhouse?”

“Good idea.” 

Luke drinks in one go what is left of his glass of wine, the bitterness of the alcohol burning his throat, and making his mind blurrier. Both men walk to the bathhouse in silence. They undress, glancing at each other, Luke swaying, slightly drunk. For once, he does not wrap a towel around his naked body, feeling bold because of the wine. They walk to the warm pool, they are alone. They sit, facing each other. Luke gazes at Din’s tattoos, and tilts his head.

“What do they mean?” He asks, intrigued.

“They?” Din asks, his brows up, confused.

“Your tattoos.” He answers, sliding closer to him in the pool. “Paz told me your tattoos have a meaning he couldn’t explain himself. What about this one?” His finger pointing at his bicep.

“It’s a Mythosaure, a mythical creature from Mandalorian’s folklore.” He explains. “Mandalore The Great rode it, according to the legend.”

“And your forearms?” He asks, his hands holding the other man’s arms. 

“They are traditional Mandalorian’s tattoos representing the different steps of my life.” He answers, his breath shorten, as Luke’s fingers caress his arms. “Here it shows the number of years I spent as a Mandalorian, my first kill and the numerous ones which followed, my friends and my past. I couldn’t forget Aq Vetina.”

“The lines are so thin.” He whispers, his fingers caressing the other man’ skin from his fingers tip. “Beautiful…” his fingers slide up to his chest, on his heart. “This one?”

“Mudhorn.” He whispers hoarsely. 

“Mudhorn?” The young man repeats, his fingers staying on the tattoo.

“Another mythological creature. My own coat of arms.” He says, his eyes on Luke’s face. “Djarin’s blazon.” His hand wraps around the younger man’s wrist. “Don’t touch me like that.” He warns him.

“Or what?” Luke defies him, his fingers brushing the skin of his torso.

Din slides closer to him, his fingers tangle in his blonde locks of hair, and he brings him closer. Gently, his lips touch Luke’s ones. The latter freezes at first, surprised. As a wave of heat warms his belly, he wraps his arms around the other man’s neck. He returns the kiss as their bodies get closer. The blonde man shivers, as he feels how warm Din is. 

“Is it your first kiss?” Din asks, against his lips, concerned.

“No…but the first good one.” Luke answers, blushing. 

“A shame. But lucky me.” He smirks, caressing his neck. 

Luke giggles, as he leans to kiss him again. He wants more, as their lips move greedily together. He dreamt about it, and it is exceeding his expectations. His first kiss with another teenager boy, years ago, was sloppy, and far from being that pleasant. The young man moans, as Din licks his lips with expertise, before sliding his tongue between them to meet his. Their kiss intensifies, their hands gently caressing each other’s arms and torso. Luke feels like his heart beating almost too hard to stay inside his chest. The warmth irradiates his full body, especially in his lower belly. Din’s hand slides at the small of his back, pressing him closer, Luke’s erection pressed against his thigh, unconsciously humping against the Mandalorian’s leg. Din groans, making Luke stops the kiss.

“I’m sorry.” Luke gasps, stepping back. “I have never been touched or kissed like that, we shouldn't…”

“Shhh, Mesh’la.” Din interrupts him, moving to press his body against his again. “Let me make you feel good.”

Luke groans, as his hard length presses between their bodies, and melts in the kiss Din gives him. He startles, as he feels the other man fingers wrapping around his cock. No someone touched him before. His body is burning of pleasure, trembling. Din’ stubble gently scratches his neck, followed by kisses. Luke closes his eyes, holding to the Mandalorian. He pants louder and faster, as Din’s hand moves up and down his length. He does not have the time to say a word that he comes in a growl. He catches his breath, his body arched against the other man’s chest. He flutters his eyelashes, and blushes, as he sees Din’s grin.

“Was it good, Mesh’la?” He whispers, one of his hands caressing the small of his back.

“Heaven.” Luke mumbles. “I’ve never felt that before.”

“An orgasm?” He asks, kissing his forehead.

“Oh…I guess it was it.” He says, burying his face inside Din’s neck to breath his smell. “Thanks.”

“I can teach you more, Luke. If you will allow me to.” The brown hair man suggests.

“What about you?” The blonde man asks, his fingers sliding around the other man’s cock.

Din gasps, surprised, but amused. He leans forward to kiss him, putting his hand on his, guiding him to put more pressure. Luke follows his lead, and slides his hand along his full length, feeling bold and thrilled to touch someone else. The alcohol helping. As the young man masturbates him faster, the Mandalorian breaks the kiss to lean his head back, moaning. He bumps his hips up, as Luke increases the speed. 

“Dank Farrik.” Din swears, panting. “You’re good, Mesh’la.”

Luke smirks, proud of himself, as he continues to pleasure him. Din swears in Mando’a as he comes, his hips thrusting erratically. He breathes loudly, recovering from his orgasm.

“You’re learning fast.” Din chuckles.

“You’re a good teacher.” Luke says, cleaning his hand in a towel. “I wouldn’t mind more classes.”

“I can arrange that for you Mesh’la.” He says, winking.

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Chapter 13

Luke opens his eyes, moans sightly, his head hurting. He drank too much alcohol last night. Din wraps his arms around him, half asleep, burying his face into the blonde man’s neck. He is so warm, Luke thinks, as he leans into his embrace. A smile stretches his face, as he remembers what happened: after the bathhouse, they went back to the house to exchange more kisses, tightly entwined in Din’s bed. They touched a second time, Luke lasted longer. He shivers, recalling the pleasure. The young monk does not regret it for a moment, even though it is going against his chastity vow. A few months ago, he would have been mortified. Now, he is not sure about his faith, and what he believed in for years. He loves Din as much as he desires him. It cannot be a sin, their love is too pure. Did he really become a monk for himself, or to match other’s expectations?

“Good morning.” Din grumbles, kissing his neck.

“Good morning.” Luke repeats, smiling, as he tilts his head to give him better access to his neck. “Slept well?”

“Hum. And you?” He asks, caressing his back, continues to kiss his neck and collarbone.

“Yes. Very well.” He answers, caressing Din’s messy curls. “I don’t regret anything.”

“Me neither.” He says, rising his eyes to meet his. “I will be yours, as long as you want me.”

Luke smiles, and kisses him, tenderly. Din deepens the kiss, as he rolls the blonde man on top of him. His hands caress his back, pressing his bared and warm body to his. Luke feels like in heaven, enjoying this tender moment with Din. He wishes they could stay in bed all day, but they are expected at the orphanage. With a heavy sigh, he rolls out of bed to get dressed, followed by the other man, grumpy.

All day long, Luke feels like it is written on his face that he made out with Din. It was like a dream, it was perfect. Fortunately, Paz and Cara are not back for a few days. They will know and tease him, as soon as they see his guilty face.

“Your highness?” Boba asks, as he enters the stables. “May I have a word?”

“Fett.” Luke smiles, turning to face him. “Sure. And call me Luke.”

“Thank you. How much do you care about Djarin?” He asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Pardon me?” He asks, blushing.

“Listen, kid. I’ve never seen Djarin with a dumb smile on his face like that, and he is wearing an helmet most of the time.” He explains, grinning. “I know him well enough to know he is in love with you.”

“Oh…is it that obvious?” He sighs, blushing harder.

“You look like two teenagers in love, glancing at each other all day long.” He tells him, rolling his eyes. “He loves you a lot. But you, do you love him? Shouldn’t you be a chaste and pure monk?”

“I…I care for him a lot.” Luke answers, genuinely. 

“Enough to renounce your faith?” Boba asks, staring at him. “Din doesn’t give his trust or love easily. Playing with his feelings will destroy him.”

“I’m not playing with him.” He defends himself. “I do care for him, a lot. I swear. I am just… lost with my faith.”

“Be careful with Din’s feelings. I know you don’t realize  yet how easily you could break his heart, and hurt yourself as well.” He tells him. “Love is a beautiful thing, but it can hurt.”

“You care a lot for your Vod.” Luke says, smiling sadly. 

“I told you I wasn’t a good guy a few years ago. When I decided to change, I sweared to protect my loved ones, and Din is part of them.” The bald man explains, caressing one of the horses neck. “If you are sure of your feelings, and of their consequences in your life and faith, know I will be on your side.” He finishes, tapping the blonde man’ shoulder.

Without another word, Boba leaves the stables, letting Luke alone with his thoughts. He looks down at his rosary, wondering why he is still wearing it. Does he loves Din, or the novelty of being in love? Artoo pushes his head into Luke’s arm, taking him out of his thoughts. The young man caresses his forehead, smiling. 

“Sometimes I wish I was just a horse like you, with nothing to care about other than eating and galloping.” He sighs, giving him a kiss.

“Do you need help to finish?” Din asks, as he comes inside the stables, Grogu nestles in the hollow of his arm.

“I’m done, I was just talking to Artoo.” He says,  turning his head. 

“Boba said this horse has been a nightmare. We shall get him on a ride soon.” He proposes, coming closer. “If you want.”

“I will love it very much.” He answers, stepping closer to press his forehead to his helmet. “With Grogu?” He grins.

“Of course not. Our rides are too dangerous for the little one.” He chuckles, sliding his fingers inside the blonde hair of the youngest man. 

“Tomorrow after sparring?” Luke asks, closing his eyes.

“Sure, Mesh’la.” He agrees.

***

Luke pants, smiling happily, as he jumps down from Artoo’s back, Din following him. The young man inhales deeply, smelling spring arriving. Finally, winter is ending. They enter inside the stables, leading the horses to fresh water and hay. Once the horses are in the stables, the Mandalorian slides an arm around Luke’s waist, gently pressing him against his body. 

“The ride warmed up my blood.” Din whispers in his ear. “Would you mind another lesson?”

“You’re such a dedicated teacher.” Luke purrs,  sliding his hands on Din’s chest.

“You’re such a studious student.” He says, with a hoarse voice. “How could I refuse someone so eager to learn?”

The blonde man shivers, his breath short. He wishes he could remove his helmet to kiss him right now. How could he resist him? 

“Vod? Baby Monk?” Paz shouts, stepping inside the stables.

“Vod.” Din says, his hand leaving Luke’s waist, before walking to Paz. “Welcome back.”

“It was a oshik’la mission.” He groans, taking Din’s forearm in his hand. “It’s good to be back to the Morut.”

“Any casualties?” He asks, pressing his friend’s forearm back.

“Not on our side.” He grins behind his helmet. “Here you are, baby monk! Come here.” He shouts, taking Luke into his arms. “You look stronger and well. I hope Djarin has been good to you.”

“He has been more than good.” Luke answers, hugging him back, standing on his tiptoes. “It’s good to see you.”

“You have to show me what he taught you.” The black man says, tapping his back. 

“What?!” The young man gasps, stepping back.

“Djarin didn’t train you fighting?!” He growls, snapping his helmet at Din. 

“He did, and I won. Twice.” The blonde man says, grinning.

“Beginner luck.” Din scoffs.

Paz bursts into laughter, clapping Luke’s back, and taking his arm into his, guiding him outside of the stables, Din following them. The tallest Mandalorian happily tells them about their mission, the awful food and the rain on their way home. They meet Cara’s at the house, drinking, seated at the kitchen’s table. She stands up, and exchanges a Keldabe kiss with Din, the latter being relieved to see her well. Then she hugs Luke.

“It’s good to see you back home.” Luke tells her, tapping her back.

“Same, Luke.” Cara says. “I hope Din hasn’t been too awful.”

“No, don’t worry.” He reassures her, glancing at Din. 

She looks at the brown hair man, then the blonde man, and grins. Luke bites his lower lip, embarrassed. She does not need to say a word, she knows. 

“I’m starving!” Paz interrupts, wrapping an arm around Din’s shoulders. “I didn’t have a decent meals for weeks!”

“Days. We were gone for a fortnight.” Cara corrects him, smirking.

“Still. I won’t mind a good tiingilar with ale.” He says.

“I’m sure Alor will organize a banquet tonight.” Din says, trying to get out of his embrace. 

“I don’t expect less.” The tall man says, releasing Din. “We have a couple of hours before dusk. Won’t you show me what you learned, baby monk?”

“Will be my pleasure to kick your arse.” Luke says, grinning.

“That language! I love that!” He laughs, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “Let’s go!”

Luke smiles, and walks with Paz to the training ring, Cara and Din following them. Even if he enjoyed being alone with Din, he is happy to see the tall black man back. He missed his laugh and honest friendliness. The blonde man shows Paz the vocabulary he learned during his absence, making him laugh a few times. He glances at the young woman, and the brown hair man behind them, whispering. Luke guesses easily that he is the main topic of their discussion. Cara knows, but Paz seems like he did not notice anything. Yet. They cross the path of Lady Kryze, along with Koska and a tall man named Axe.

“Lady Kryze.” Luke says, bowing his head. “It is a pleasure to see you back and well.”

“Prince Luke. Djarin.” Bo-Katan says back, her helmet under her arm. “I hope your stay in the Morut is going well.”

“It is, my lady.” He answers, glancing at Djarin. “I’m getting more and more comfortable with the Mandalorian culture.”

“We are going to make you a Mandalorian soon.” She grins. “Vizsla told me you are learning our fighting techniques. I would like to see you.”

“I…I am far from being good.” He says, embarrassed. 

“The Prince is too modest.” Din says, stepping by his side. 

“Let’s me be the judge of that.” The red hair lady says.

Din bows his head, Luke imitates him. Their group walk to the training ring, the blonde man slightly stressed. He goes to the side of the ring, and puts on pauldrons, vambraces and a breastplate. He glances at Lady Kryze, Axe and Koska standing outside of the arena, Din and Cara at their side.

“Come on baby monk!” Paz tells him, standing in the ring. “I won’t be tender like Djarin.”

Luke exhales loudly, puts on a helmet, and steps in the ring, a staff in hands. He glances at Din who tilts his helmet, reassuring. The blonde man stands in the ring, facing the massive Mandalorian, waiting for the first blow. Paz steps closer, and aims for the young man’s head. The latter kneels down, dodging the blow, turns on himself, and strikes his back. The tall Mandalorian growls, surprised, and pivots to aim for his side. Luke blocks his staff with his, steps back because of the strength of the impact, groaning. He remembers how to defeat someone bigger and stronger than him. He jumps back quickly, Paz sways, losing his balance. Luke turns around him in a few steps, strikes with all his strength against his legs, sending the taller man face first to the floor. He steps his foot on his wrist, keeping his arm to the floor.

“Yield.” Luke orders, his staff pointed against the back of his neck.

“The same sneaky attack than Djarin.” Paz sighs, groaning, wriggling out. 

“It works.” Din says, shrugging his shoulders. “But not against me.”

“Why not trying again now?” Cara proposes.

“What do you say, your highness?” He asks, turning his head to Luke.

“I won’t force you if you’re scared.” The young man teases him. 

Din steps in the ring without a second of hesitation, and helps Paz to get up. The tallest Mandalorian claps his friend’ shoulder, before stepping out, rubbing his painful back. Luke grins at Din, excitement running in his body. Bo-Katan observes them, amused. Both men on the ring face each other, waiting. Luke waits, knowing Din will get impatient first, especially with Paz shouting at him in Mando’a. After a few seconds, the Mandalorian taps his staff with his, searching to unbalance the young monk who ducks to the side, trying to get closer. Din jumps back, but Luke follows fast, striking to his chest. The Mandalorian turns on himself quickly, missing the blow of a couple of inches, and uses the strength of his move to put his elbow in the younger man’s chest. Luke scoffs, falling on his back, but quickly rolls, and gets on his knees. With a groan, he blows with all his strength to Din’s legs, kicking him to the floor. The man falls heavily because of his armor, growling. The blonde man jumps on him, but he is not fast enough to block his hands. The oldest man uses his strength to roll on top of him, blocking his arms.

“Yield.” Din orders, grinning behind his helmet.

“No.” Luke shouts, wiggling to move his knees up, and kick him in the stomach. “I won’t lose again!” He says, taking advantage of Din being out of breath to push him on his back and straddles him. “Yield.” He pants, his hands pressing around his pipeline.

“Well done, Mesh’la.” Din whispers, letting his hands on the floor in a sign of surrender. 

Luke smiles, proud, and releases the pressure on Din’s neck. The latter inhales deeply, before coughing, catching up his breath. 

“Very impressive, Prince Luke.” Bo-Katan congratulates him. “I hope our fighting techniques will be useful to protect yourself. Even if Djarin is around to keep you safe.”

“Thanks my lady.” Luke says, standing up. “I have a lot left to learn.” He says, humble, as he helps Din up.

“If you want to leave the church, you will be welcome here. I will see you tonight.” She says, before leaving the training ring with Koska and Axe.

“Amazing, Luke.” Cara says, clapping her hands, as Luke removes his helmet. “I’m proud of you. I knew you could fight as dirty as Djarin.”

“He has been my teacher after all.” He winks at her. “Do we have time to go to the bathhouse before dinner?” He asks, looking at Din and Paz.

“Do you really think we will go to the banquet without cleaning?” Paz scoffs, stepping closer. 

Luke chuckles, following the two Mandalorians to the bathhouse, Cara by their side to go to the ladies’ one. Paz tells them more about the mission, showing the new scars covering his arms. He does not notice the glances Din gives to Luke, neither the sexual tension between them. 

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Chapter 14

“For how long it has been going on?” Cara asks Luke at the banquet, seated at his side.

“What do you mean?” Luke asks, genuinely.

“Come on. With Din.” She sighs, tilting her head towards the Mandalorian busy speaking with Paz and Axe. 

“I don’t know what you mean.” He stumbles, after almost chocking on his pint of ale.

“I’m not stupid, I’ve seen how you looked at each other.” She teases him, nudging her elbow in his ribs. “The sexual tension between you both is unbearable.”

“Cara. Please.” He winces, blushing harder.

“I hope Din is a good caring lover or I will give him a talk.” The young woman says, grinning.

“Stop.” He moans, embarrassed. “Nothing I can complain about.” He mumbles, after being silent a few seconds.

“I knew it!” She laughs. “Since the start, there was something special about you two. Let’s drink to it.” She cheers, rising her pint.

“Cheers.” Luke says, with a smile. “Was it that obvious I had a crush on him?”

“You weren’t as obvious as Din.” She laughs. “I’ve never seen him being in love like that. You’re truly special.”

“But I’m a monk.” He sighs, looking at his ale. “Our love goes against my principles.”

“Do you regret anything happening between you both?” Cara asks.

“No.”

“Do you want to stop?” She asks, grinning.

“No.” He admits. “I can’t, I need him.”

“Well, you have your answer.” She tells him. “You can always become a Mandalorian instead of a monk.”

“I know I can.” He smirks at her. “It’s still new and secret.”

“It’s not mine to say.” She says, tapping his shoulder. “Paz might guess it though. Maybe.”

Luke laughs, before finishing his pint of ale, looking at Din. At his lover. His brown eyes enhanced by the metal veil hiding the lower part of his face. The blonde man feels tipsy and hot, almost horny. Din looks back at him, feeling his gaze. He finishes his pint, and stands up to join Luke and Cara. 

“Do you want to dance, Luke?” He asks with his hoarse voice, pulling his hand on his shoulder.

“Dancing?” Luke repeats, flushing his eyelashes, surprised.

“Don’t miss your chance, it’s rare to see him dancing.” Cara laughs, gently punching her friend’s arm.

“I don’t know how to dance.” The blonde man protests.

“Me neither.” He says, taking his hand to pull him on his feet.

Luke gasps, holding Din’s hand, as they step among the dancers. He recognizes Koska dancing with energy with another woman. She winks at him, before spinning around. Lady Kryze and the armorer are looking at them, seated at the table. He bows politely his head, before looking at Din, puzzled. The Mandalorian presses his hand in his, and begins to guide him to take a few steps, and makes him turn on himself, following the beat of the music. The blonde man, tipsy, starts to sway his hips, as other dancers do. Din observes him, being more modest. Luke laughs, carried by the music, turning on himself once more, finishing in Din’s arms. His body is hot and strong. The blonde man bites his lower lip, holding his gaze. Feeling bold, he sways his hips against his, making Din to startle.

“What are you doing?” He asks, his hands on the blonde man’s hips, holding him still.

“Dancing. As you told me to.” Luke answers, impertinent. “Come on, it’s not complicated.” He says, pulling his hands on Din’s hips pushing them against his. 

“Mesh’la. Don’t.” He warns him, his fingers digging in his hips.

“Why?” He asks, confused. 

“I won’t wait home to do unholy things to you.” Din purrs in his ear. 

Luke’s eyes widen, his heart missing a bit. Din’s gaze is intense and dark. The blonde man ignores the music, and the dancers around them, only Din matter. He tangles his fingers to his, and drags him out of the dancing circle, out of the forge, walking fast to the house. The brown hair man understands quickly what he wants, and let the younger man dragging him inside the house. They almost run through the stairs to their bedroom. As soon as the door closes behind them, Din tears out his veil, and pushes Luke against the door, and kisses him, one hand on his neck, the other on his waist. Luke moans as he kisses him back, eagerly pushing his tongue between his lips to meet his. Their kiss is passionate and wild.

“You were so sexy on the ring today.” Din whispers against his lips, pushing his knee between the other man’s legs. “So handsome when you forced me to yield.”

“Din.” Luke gasps, holding to his shoulders, on his tiptoes. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, Cyr’ika.” He reassures him, as he opens his collar, to kiss his neck. “You fought well, Cyr’ika.”

“Cyr’ika?” He repeats, moving his hips, with the other man’s knee pressure.

“It means beloved.” He explains, opening fully his coat and shirt, to caress his chest. 

“It’s beautiful.” He sighs, his fingers caressing his brown curls. 

“As you are.” Din says, kissing his lips, once more. “May you let me worship you tonight?”

“Let me do it first.” Luke says, gently pushing him.

Din looks at him, confused, until the younger man fells on his knees in front of him. He groans, surprised, searching Luke’s gaze. The latter smirks at him, confident, as he opens his breeches. He thought about doing it, since he found the parchment explaining several positions possible between two men. Luckily for him, that day Koska was away. Since their first kiss in the bathhouse, they kissed and touched most of the nights, Din initiating it. Luke wants to show him, how much he desires him. With trembling fingers, he gets the Mandalorian’s hard length out of his breeches, and slowly wraps his fingers around it. He slides his hand, back and forth, Din moans in response, and holds to the door on one hand. His other hand caresses his blond hair, encouraging. The young man continues to masturbates him, and then, after a few seconds of hesitation, licks the head. The Mandalorian growls, as his hips thrust violently forward, pushing his sex to Luke’s face.

“Dank Farrik, Luke!” He pants, looking down at him. 

“It wasn’t good?” Luke asks, worried.

“On the contrary.” He shakes his head. “If you continue to use your tongue on me like this, I’m gonna cum.”

“Good.” He grins.

Luke resumes licking the head, and then the full length, slowly torturing Din. It does not taste as bad as he expected it to be. He loves to see how Din is totally under his control. Confident he takes the tip of his cock between his lips, sucking it. The Mandalorian swears, as he tights his grip in his blonde hair. His thighs are trembling, as he keeps control to not bump his hips to push himself deeper into his mouth. Luke feels like he is doing well for a first time. He continues to suck him, guessing what he will like. He pumps faster, feeling Din’s sex pulsing against his tongue, and his fingers scratching his scalp. 

“Oh kriff, Luke.” Din moans. “I’m…close.” He pants.

Luke goes faster, until Din grabs violently his hair to push him away. The brown hair man groans, as he comes, sperm spurting on Luke’s face. The latter moves back, surprised and bumps the back of his head on the door.

“Ouch.” He cries, holding the back of his head.

“Sorry Cyr’ika.” Din apologizes, kneeling in front of him. “You’re ok?”

“I’m fine, just surprised.” He says. “I didn’t know I could be good at it.” He adds sheepish.

“It can’t be your first time.” He asks, removing the sperm of his face with his sleeve. “You did really good.”

“I’m sure I can do better.” He grins.

“You’re going to be the end of me.” He chuckles, kissing his forehead. “My turn.”

Quickly, Din brings Luke up on his feet, then pushes him on top of their beds they put side by side earlier in the week. The Mandalorian removes his armor with ease and habit, while Luke removes in a rush his coat, shirt and breeches, waiting naked. It does not take long for Din to join him on the bed, naked as well.

“Do you trust me?” He asks, caressing Luke’s exposed waist.

“Yes.” Luke answers, without hesitation.

“You can always tell me when you want me to stop.” He adds, before kissing him.

Luke’s heart beats faster inside his chest. What does Din has in mind? The older man caresses his side, his ribs, and then the curve of his butt. He gently pushes Luke to lay on his back, and comes beneath him. He kisses his lips, his neck, his chest, his tongue plays with his nipples for a while. Luke shivers under his mouth, tickled by his stubble. He keeps his hands on the mattress, holding the sheets as his breath shorten, each time Din kisses him lower along his torso. He licks his navel, and pushes Luke’s legs to bend around his head. He sucks the skin of the inside of his thighs, making the blonde man moans loudly. 

“It’s ticklish!” He groans.

Din chuckles, proud of himself, and licks his length, as he places his hands under Luke’s butt. The latter bumps his hips up, surprised. The brown hair man puts his hand on his belly, to keep him still, and starts to suck him. 

“Heavens.” Luke swears, holding hard to the sheets. “Din!” 

Luke is so lost in the pleasure, he does not contain his moans. He waves his hips, following Din’s movements on his dick. The brown hair man keeps his movements slow and deep. With one of his hands, he caresses the younger man balls, and slides a finger between his butt cheeks. With caution, he slides his finger inside, making Luke winces. 

“Does it hurt?” Din asks, concerned.

“No. It feels weird.” Luke says, confused.

“And here?” He asks, bending his finger inside him.

“Ah!” He cries, his body jerking, sperm pearling on his dick’s head. “Again.” He begs.

Din resumes to suck his cock, as he moves his finger in and out, caressing his sweet spot. Luke slides his fingers inside the brown curls, groaning each time his lover hits his prostate. It is a pleasure he has never thought possible to feel. Din adds a second finger, stretching his hole, making Luke winces again. He presses his thighs around Din’s face, feeling overstimulated by his fingers and tongue. Encouraged, the Mandalorian pushes faster his fingers inside of him, and sucks him deeper. Luke shouts his name, as he comes in his mouth. Din continues to move a bit his fingers, making Luke’s eyes tearing, and his body trembling. 

“Din… Din, stop, I can’t take more.” Luke begs, shaking hard. “Please. I surrender.”

The brown hair man moves his fingers out, and releases his softening cock. He moves on the bed by Luke’ side, and takes him into his arms. He kisses his forehead, and the blonde man sighs, as he cuddles into his arms, his nose against his neck. His breath calms down, feeling relax and sleepy. 

“You’re ok, Cyr’ika?” Din asks, caressing his hair. 

“Yes, thank you.” Luke whispers. “Ni Kar'tayli Gar Darasuum.”

“What did you say?!” He chokes, freezing in his gestures.

“Ni Kar'tayli Gar Darasuum.” He repeats, rising his gaze to his, smiling. “Is my pronunciation that bad?”

“No, it’s perfect, Cyr’ika.” He reassures him, caressing his face. “Yooba solus Mesh’la. Ni Kar'tayli Gar Darasuum.” He whispers, kissing his lips. 

Luke melts in the kiss, wrapping his arms around the other man’s waist. Nothing matters except Din and their love.