Oya!

Oya!

That one word vexed him. He didn't know why, but every time the blond Mandalorian bellowed it before starting their training sessions he got such a tingle through his entire body, putting him on alert, allowing him to heighten his senses to feel the muscles coiling underneath the man's skin as they collided and rolled around for dominance.

Maybe it was the way he used it. Or possibly it was the language itself. He remembered Ulic using Mando'a quite a bit around him when the bounty hunter had heightened emotions. Or just maybe... Maybe it was Torian's voice itself.

Any time the Mando'ad would speak to him, he found himself giving the man his entire attention. The way his lips moved, the way his crystalline blue eyes sparkled when he was speaking of something quite important to himself.

Reilik had found himself lately listening in on conversations between Ulic and Torian, trying to discern what the two were saying in Mando'a. He found it a challenge, and he adored challenges. But his mind always played back to Torian bellowing out right before rushing towards him.

Oya!

Moaning, he allowed his head to slam down onto the table, trying to rid his mind of the man that was now a fixation in his life. He found that he could not get the Mandalorian out of his mind at all, and he realized that he didn't want Torian not there. It slightly frightened him. At first it was more of a lust than anything. Torian was appealing to the eye. But now?

Now it was much deeper. He had watched Torian, listened to the man. His values and life demanded respect, honor, something he wasn't always given. Reilik knew what that was like. It was part of the reason he had become his brother's apprentice. The constant reminder that he was no longer respected among the Jedi always hung over his head.

True, it was never vocalized, but the day Zeik had supposedly been killed, Reilik's honor had dwindled to almost nothing. The Helikias, nothing but easy to kill by a mere Sith. There was nothing Reilik could do about it either. The Council sent him on less and less missions, degrading him into watching and corralling the younglings on Corescant. It wasn't a wonder why he had self appointed himself as Ellona's bodyguard.

The sound of boots clipping off of the floor thunked through his ears, causing them to prick slightly. "Cyare?" Torian's voice lilted through his ears, causing him to turn his head and look up at the blond. He looked slightly worried. "Is everything alright? Alor'ad said you were moping..." He then smiled faintly, almost teasingly, "I told him he was mistaken. That the mighty dar'jetii does not mope..."

"What does that mean?" He asked, lifting his head to sit up properly.

"Huh?" Torian asked, tilting his head slightly.

"What you called me," Reilik pushed, standing and coming around the table to stand in front of him, a small smirk flitting across his lips as he realized once again that he was a few inches taller than the Mandalorian.

"What, dar'jetii?" Torian scrunched his nose up slightly for a moment before it was gone, as if the action never existed. "It means Dark Jedi..."

"No, no!" Reilik couldn't help but belt out in laughter, shaking his head. "I know that one! Ulic calls me that all the time..." He then lowered his voice slightly, huskily, "The other word..."

Realization flitted across his face before Torian quickly blushed for a moment. And then he was clearing his throat before changing the subject, "You're late for training..."

"Ni ceta," Reilik smiled faintly.

"Wer'cuy," Torian was quick to reply, shaking his head.

The former Jedi chuckled before he was walking down the hallway towards the training room. And it was at that moment that Torian realized what had just happened, and his eyes went incredibly wide before he was gaping. He then gulped slightly, rushing after Reilik, "You... You know Mando'a!"

Laughter was his answer before Reilik was turning to pin him with a smoldering gaze. And then the Dark Jedi was giving him a devilish smile before thrusting his fist into the air and bellowing out, "Oya!"

Then, quick as lightning, he was bolting down the hallway and lunging onto Torian, taking him to the ground. Wasting little time, he quickly pinned the Mandalorian and straddled him, his smirk lopsided, "Ulic and yourself are rather avid teachers without even knowing it." And then he was leaning down and whispering into his ear, "Cyare..."

Before Torian could catch his breath, Reilik was quickly rolling off of him and standing. Putting his hands behind his head, he meandered down the hallway once again towards the training rooms, "Let's move it, Mando'ad. I've got training with Zeik in a few hours. If you want a full session, you better get that butt moving!"

Oh yes. He had fallen hard. And it had all really started with that one word, that one common Mando'a word...

Oya!

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Alright. A little fluff of a short story between Reilik Helikias - Zeik's twin brother and apprentice - and Torian Cadera, who both love each other. It starts out as lust between the both of them, both good looking, capable men. But after time, it becomes more. It becomes deeper.

I really like this one. It was fun and cute to write. I know it's short, but it's meant to be. Just a little fluff before I write a Je'lie story. Yes, that's what is coming next. Good ol' Je'lie. Love it, love him. Love my characters!

And before any of you can say anything about Torian... He always seemed to be gay to me. Don't know why. Maybe it how he talked to Ulic when I played the game, or maybe it's just the way he looked, but I always got a gay vibe off of him, and my gaydar was always beeping when I saw him. lol.