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When Tomorrow Comes	By : niveus Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 2569 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Star Wars movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter One
- 2-Chapter Two
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Author�s Notes: Sorry this took
so long; work has worn me out big time. It�s a short chapter, I know. But it�s
CUDDLY. I think� All Star Wars characters momentarily kidnapped to suit my
purposes, then returned to their owner, George Lucas (give them to me, George,
I want them!). Nute�s so shex-shay.
A continuation of the story for Togemon!

~*~*~
Showing, nonetheless feeling,
affection had never been one of Grievous� strong suits. Even when he had lain
with his wife, emotions had been nigh-extinct. Now, foreign sensations where
busy sweeping through his mind and body, leaving no part of him in piece. The
days following his �intrusion� into Nute�s rooms consisted of avoiding the
other male, grudgingly accepting his company, and then finding it hard to have
the other man out of arms� reach. To his own credit, Grievous had managed to
keep physical contact to a minimum with the Neimoidian, only touching him when
absolutely necessary. Conversations with Nute, on the other hand�
�-to which I find the facts most
disturbing,� Nute�s voice broke through Grievous� dwellings, as it had been of
late. Every conceivable topic had been reached by the Neimoidian, brought forth
and discussed endlessly with Grievous; though even by the cyborg�s own words
the �conversations� where mainly one-sided. Yet still, a hidden part of
Grievous delighted in the other man�s voice, finding it soothing to his nerves.
Perhaps it had just been the fact he had been without contact, or attachment,
for so long. Then again, as he had learned from one of Nute�s many ramblings,
it might just be because the Neimoidian was smitten with him; for whatever
reason avoided Grievous.
�They where fools, and as such
acted in �disturbing� ways,� such comments rarely made sense to Grievous, but
they kept the Neimoidian chattering away for hours. Once more, there was
something about Nute that put Grievous at ease. Never before experiencing such
feelings, they where confusing beyond reason for Grievous. He knew that
occasionally sexual encounters ended with slight emotional bonds, or needs,
between individuals; but never something like this, never. What Grievous felt
was a warm sensation that built in what remained of his organic body whenever
Nute was near him; a calming reaction to the other�s presence that often sent
them both to forgetting the world around them. There was a word for such
feelings, yes, it was- he dare not say. He couldn�t, would not allow himself to
be in love with-
�What do you mean?� lips pursed
together in almost a pout, something which Grievous found oddly aroused him. No, he would never repeat what he had
done a few nights ago. The cyborg was emotionless, a killer, an undefeatable
opponent that- his mind almost melted as Nute�s fingers brushed one of his
arms. �Are you alright?�
�I�m fine, the navigator is just
being an imbecile again,� Nute would have raised an eyebrow, had he had one;
but the look he sent Grievous spoke plenty otherwise.
�You haven�t seen the navigator
since this morning,� the cyborg shifted in embarrassment, turning to look out
the ceiling-tall windows to his right. Anything at the moment
to keep him from looking at Nute, anything.
~*~*~
Grievous stirred at the sound of
soft feet pattering across the floor of his quarters. Lying as still as
possible, Grievous� allowed one of his hands to curl around the hilt of a
lightsaber. Whoever was in his rooms stopped moving.
Furrowing his brow in confusion, Grievous reached over for the light activator,
hoping that the intruder stayed put. If it was one of those damn battle droids
he would-
�Grievous?� Even worse. Nute climbed onto the
recreation platform, sitting down beside the cyborg and drawing his knees to
his chest. Grievous shifted to look at the Neimoidian�s face, and if he wasn�t
mistaking there was a conversation coming. I
just want to sleep, is that too much to ask for? �Can we talk?�
At the moment, Grievous would
have loved to throw Nute out of his rooms; but something in the Neimoidian�s
face kept him from moving. �What do you want to talk about?� If it�s another conversation about stock
options� I will throw myself
down the garbage chute. Nute huddled closer to Grievous, moving to rest his
chin on top of his knees. Large, round eyes looked down at the cyborg, almost
as if trying to push past whatever barriers he had put up. Why does he always have that-sorrowful-look
about him?
�What do I mean to you?� A relationship question. Of
course, why hadn�t I thought of that before? But, he wasn�t in a
relationship with the humanoid near him� was he? In the time those thoughts
managed to worm there way through Grievous� mind, Nute took to lying down next
to him, one arm curled possessively around his chassis. Grievous was about to
speak, about to order Nute out of his rooms; when the other male closed his
eyes and pressed his cheek against Grievous� left breastplate. He looks so innocent-
�In what context do you imply?�
Nute�s eyes opened, looking far more moist than they
had before. The Neimoidian began to open his mouth, but snapped it shut instead
and pushed himself from the cyborg�s form. Wrapping slim arms around himself,
Nute picked himself up from Grievous� bed and began to walk towards the door.
For some reason, Grievous found his �mouth� working before his brain, �Do you
mean before, or now?� Wide eyes turned to contemplate the cyborg, raking
through his words.
�Now.�
Grievous closed his eyes, beginning
to wonder why he was even putting up with the Neimoidian, nonetheless trying to
soothe him. Giving a soft grunt,
Grievous pushed himself up to lean against the wall, beckoning the Neimoidian
over. There was a brief pause as Nute�s eyes shifted back to the door, and then
he almost flew into Grievous� arms; banging the cyborg back against the wall in
shock. Lithe fingers found purchase in crevices of the cyborg�s armor, while a
cool cheek pressed itself against his shoulder. Before Grievous could even get
a sound started in his throat-�What do I mean to you?� This Neimoidian would be
the death of him.
�You are a companion to me,�
another one of those looks, �-and someone I enjoy spending my time with.�
Nute�s face scrunched up for a brief moment, before silently accepting
Grievous� answer by cuddling closer to him. Silently sighing in relief, the
cyborg allowed his fingertips to stroke down the Neimoidian�s back, curving
around smooth buttocks to travel up over his abdomen. Nute quivered, pressing
himself closer to Grievous with a soft whimper. Once more, Grievous� mind
decided to go on vacation without his permission.
Fingers tightened their grip on
the cyborg, a trembling body meshing itself against cold, hard metal. Grievous�
hands split apart, coming down to grip Nute�s hips, pulling Nute to his own
body. This is bliss. Thin lips
pressed themselves to the cyborg�s shoulder, leaving a tingling sensation along
hidden sensors. Grievous sighed, allowing his hands to work yielding flesh.
Nute twisted on top of him, a ragged gasp leaving his lips. Tearing his mind
away from the Neimoidian�s supple hips; Grievous� fingers began working on an
ornate robe. Pushing the cloth from Nute�s shoulder�s,
the general delighted in the sight of the robe pooling around the Neimoidian�s
waist. One of his spare hands dove underneath the robe, fingers curling
themselves around the other male�s erection. A hoarse moan escaped Nute as he
pressed his hips against Grievous, giving the cyborg permission to do as he
wished.
Cradling the Neimoidian�s body
against his own, Grievous pressed his faceplate to Nute�s shoulder. Arms came
to wrap themselves around the general�s neck, while the cyborg�s lower arms
continued working on the Neimoidian�s erection. Gasps came in rapid succession
as Nute bucked against Grievous� body, giving the cyborg pleasure in his own
right. Burying his hands in thick cables, Nute gave one last yelp before
spilling himself over Grievous. Burying his face in Grievous� throat, the
trembling Neimoidian whimpered, trying to keep the cyborg close. Although not
reaching completion himself, Grievous lay Nute down, nuzzling along the man�s
arm.
�Are you� alright?� Nodding
feverishly, Nute wet his lips and looked back to Grievous.
�And you?�
�I�m fine.� Nute nodded once
more, before pushing himself from Grievous� body and reaching for his discarded
robe. �Where are you going?�
Questioning eyes turned themselves to the cyborg warily, fear flickering through the
large orbs, �Back to my room.�
Grievous shook his head, forcing
his eyes to lock with Nute�s, �Stay here.� A small smile crept across the
Neimoidian�s features before he surrendered himself to Grievous� arms.

To be continued�
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