Warning: Slash Fan Fiction involving m/m sex. If this ain't
your thing, you might want to leave now.
Summary: [Sequel inspired by Brenda Antrim's Chosen series
(http://www.bantrim.net). I highly suggest reading it first.]
Maul and Obi-Wan become further acquainted, as Obi-Wan
struggles to accept his new position in the Force. Shades of
Q/O.
Category: Non-Q/O, PWP, Kink/Fetish (Beware, there be toe
sucking ahead!)
Disclaimer: These characters are the property of Lucasfilm.
They are not mine. I wish they were, but they aren't. I have
come to accept this. (sob!)
Author's Note: This is an unauthorized sequel posted with
permission by the author of the original story. (In case she
herself would like to write her own sequel at a later date.
Thanks for letting me borrow your AU, Bren.)
Feedback: "Yes! YES! YESSSSS!" (pause) "I'll have what she's
having." Send all questions, comments, and tasty Jedi treats to
tpod47@yahoo.com. Please be gentle: This is my very first slash
fic of any type.
Dialogue contained in // is telepathy.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes as the small ship left the former
battlestation, now a harbor of peace. As the distance between
ship and space station grew, so did the distance in his link
with his Master; or rather former Master, as he was no longer
an apprentice but a full Jedi Knight. His Master, friend and,
just once, lover: Qui-Gon Jinn. The other knight had stayed
behind on the station to piece together the shreds of what had
once been a mighty Republic, torn asunder by greed, evil and
the ambitions of one man, self-appointed Emperor Palpatine,
Lord Master of the Sith, the Jedi's greatest enemy. The Jedi,
who had once numbered more than ten thousand, were now
relegated to a few hundred, the survivors of Palpatine's
murderous scourging of their ranks with the assistance of his
Sith apprentice, Darth Maul.
But, in the end, in the final confrontation between Sith and
Jedi, a prophesy came to fruition, though not in the way that
either side could ever have anticipated.
A Sith Lord and a Jedi Knight. Apprentice and Apprentice. Who
would have ever thought that they were destined to forever
change the galaxy, and bring balance to the Force - together?
But they did, and in the process were inevitably and
irrevocably bonded to one another. No one could question it,
none could determine exactly how or why; only the Force itself
knew. Either way, the lifebond that had developed between Darth
Maul and Obi-Wan Kenobi now dampened the bond between the young
Jedi and his venerable Master.
It was on this that Obi-Wan's thoughts dwelled as he watched
the station fade to a small dot in the aft viewscreen of the
Sith Infiltrator. It was this slow loss of contact that he
mourned, even as he felt the strengthening of the connection
that tied him to the demon-like man beside him.
Wearily, he glanced at the object of his most current musings,
the crimson and onyx tattooed being who now sat working at the
controls of the craft, guiding it to their next destination:
Tatooine, where it had all begun. To fulfill his Master's one
wish; to free the mother of the young slave boy who had paid
for Qui-Gon's life with his own. Qui-Gon had still felt a deep
and enduring guilt for all of those lost in the days before the
death of the Old Republic. For young Anakin Skywalker, who had
shown phenomenal potential in the Force. For the teenaged Queen
Amidala of the Naboo, who had lost her life along with those of
her royal retinue at the hands of Jabba the Hutt's minions.
Many more lives had been shattered; the Jedi Council no longer
existed. It was left to Qui-Gon, the senior-most of the
remnants of the Jedi Order to rebuild what had once been a
noble community of public servants serving the Light side of
the Force, and acting as peace representatives of the Old
Republic.
//Do not mourn, my Jedi,// the voice whispered in his mind. It
was that of his new bondmate. //You are not alone...//
Obi-Wan sighed raggedly. "I cannot help it. Even after the last
few weeks, he is still foremost in my thoughts. He was my
Master for half of my life. I simply cannot ignore that fact."
The demon turned to face him, hands still poised nimbly over
controls, red-rimmed yellow eyes flashing. "You are mine now,
Jedi. As I am yours. We are bonded, by means over which we had
no control. But it was the will of the Force. There is no place
for your master in our lives. You must accept this. " The last
he said very softly, contrary to his harsh features and
demeanor.
The Jedi shook his head, exasperated. "You don't understand - "
he started, only to be cut off by a sharp laugh from his
companion. A bitter laugh.
"*I don't understand? What? What it is to be separated from my
Master? Ah, Jedi, but I *do understand. All too well. You
forget, I allowed my Master to die for the will of the
Force. So that you might live." A pause. "I share your pain. I
share your loss. I share your grief. But I will not
share you."
Maul leaned towards him to touch the human's soft lips with a
black and red patterned finger. He lowered his voice. "Deny it
if you will, but you are mine, and mine alone." With that, he
dropped his hand, and turned, resuming his piloting of the
craft.
Staring at the small stunted horns protruding from Maul's bald
head, Obi-Wan thought back to the first time he had encountered
the being, and shuddered.
He rose and moved out of the cockpit by way of a narrow
corridor to the latrine. Relieving himself, he leaned over the
small wash basin, hands planted on either side, staring at his
reflection in the mirror. Oh, how he had changed this last
year. Changed from a young vivacious Jedi apprentice, Padawan
to his revered Master, face baby smooth and bright blue eyes
unmarred by pain and suffering, hair cut short in the customary
style, long thin Padawan braid reaching almost to his stomach.
Changed into the scraggy person staring back at him in the
glass. Hair now in a shoulder length mane of red-gold, with two
days worth of beard stubble on his strong square jaw. Around
his neck he wore his Padawan braid, having cut it and tied it
there as a reminder of why he had to survive the battles he had
fought over the last few months. As a reminder of the brief
affair he'd had with his beloved Master, one that had most
likely irreparably damaged his relationship with the man. And,
strangely enough, as a reminder of the time he had spent as a
sex slave to a lascivious Hutt, to save the life of the
aforementioned Master.
When he had been raped savagely by the creature to whom he was
now inexorably bonded.
He left the latrine and made his way to an empty storage area
which doubled as sleeping quarters, ducking into the small
room, almost cracking his head on a low durasteel beam
overhead. He gazed at the sparse accommodations. Obviously this
vessel had not been created with comfort in mind. It only
contained two bunks on a far wall, the only furnishings in the
entire ship, other than the pilot and co-pilot seats in the
cockpit.
He shrugged out of his brown robe, his Jedi robe, and tossed it
in a heap on the lower bunk, then sat on the floor and removed
his boots. Folding his legs underneath his body, he closed his
eyes, intent on mediating to soothe his suffering emotions.
Peace. Serenity. They were both very elusive states. Intoning
the strands of the Force from within and without, he sought a
healing balm for his troubled soul.
And slowly became aware he was being watched. His eyes
cautiously opened, focusing on the doorway. Within it's narrow
entrance stood his bondmate, arms crossed and leaning against
the frame, completely expressionless. He was clothed in black,
from black cape to black tunic and leggings, to shiny black
boots. Imposingly formidable. Obi-Wan allowed his gaze to rake
briefly over the figure observing him and noted his pulse
quickening. Inexplicably desirable. A bizarre by-product of the
bonding was the intense sexual aura that surrounded them,
permeating their senses and often driving them into each
other's arms.
The Jedi peered up at Maul, his blue-green eyes looking
expectantly at the Sith from under long bangs of red-gold. Maul
felt his own pulse quickening, the incredibly erotic vision of
the man in front of him assailing all of his senses, affecting
his body in a way that no other creature in the galaxy ever
had. It was all so unusual, this bond between himself and the
young Jedi, his one-time adversary. And the fact that the boy
he had once raped had eventually become his life partner. The
Force had one hell of a sense of humor; a sick, twisted sense
of humor. They were one in the Force, like it or not. And, he
decided, looking down at the enticing display before him, this
boy was someone he most definitely liked.
What had at first been a singular assault, merely a taste, had
evolved into an addiction, one that would not be sated but with
the attainment of the Jedi as his own. Such an addiction had
led him to betray his own Master, and had taken him down this
particular path, hand in hand with his sworn enemy.
Maul's groin twitched, making its opinion of the man seated
before him well known. He smiled fractionally, willing that
part to be patient; it's time for release would come soon
enough. No pun intended.
Obi-Wan leaned back slightly, stretching his legs in front of
him and pushing his hands to the side and behind him to brace
his weight; the movement and resulting position of his body
gave Maul all the prodding he needed.
"Stand up, " he ordered, his voice gruff. He moved forward and
into the room, narrowly avoiding bumping his own head on the
metal beam. Obi-Wan arched an eyebrow at the Sith, plainly wary
of following that order. He remained where he was.
So, the Sith tried a different approach, one that he was
certain would garner obedience from his lovely Jedi. He removed
his cape, dropping it onto the lower bunk beside Obi-Wan's.
Glancing in the direction of the young man, he verified that he
had the boy's attention. Then, ever so slowly, he unclasped his
utility belt and the sash underneath, placing them on top of
his cloak. Smiling slightly at the Jedi's audible swallow, he
drew open his tunic, revealing broad shoulders and hairless
muscled chest, covered in crimson and onyx patterns consistent
with the rest of his body. And this was a fact that the young
human knew very well, having been introduced to pretty much
every centimeter of Maul's body and vice-versa. The tunic
joined its predecessors on the bunk with a soft rustle of
cloth.
The Sith stood once again before Obi-Wan Kenobi, then squatted
on his haunches and took the stubbled chin in hand, thumb
automatically caressing the indented cleft in the center, as
his forefinger gently slid across those same lips that often
entranced him. Gazing deeply into the oceanic depths of
Obi-Wan's long-lash framed eyes, he spoke again, this time a
little more seductively. "Stand up."
He moved his finger to trace the aristocratic nose.
"Who's flying the ship?" asked the Jedi, his voice just barely
above a whisper, yet husky with sudden desire.
Maul tapped the side of Obi-Wan's nose and smiled wickedly,
which wasn't that much of a stretch, considering his
appearance. "Auto-pilot. Course is set, and we've got plenty
of...free...time."
The Jedi pulled part of his lower lip in between his teeth,
drawing Maul's attention to that second-most admired feature of
his face. "Time for what?" he asked, knowing full well the
answer to that question.
Maul grinned hideously, a grin that had always caused great
fear and trepidation in his adversaries, but that grin had
quite the opposite effect on Obi-Wan. His heart fluttered in
his chest, and groin tightened, heat flaring in his abdomen and
spreading lower.
The Sith leaned forward and placed his mouth on Obi-Wan's, dark
tongue sneaking out slash at the soft flesh. Obi-Wan groaned
and reached for Maul's shoulders, but the other pushed away
from him and rose. He patiently held out his hand. The Jedi
took it and stood. His legs felt rubbery from the combination
of sitting on a cold hard floor, and the molten fire that was
rapidly consuming his body from the waist down. His Sith looked
on in satisfaction.
"Now, strip, " he commanded. Obi-Wan wasted no time following
that order. With almost inhuman speed he divested himself of
the hindering clothing, not being nearly as neat as the Sith
Lord had been. His own tunic, belt, pants and briefs lay in a
heap at his bare feet, which he quickly dispatched to the space
underneath the bunks with a swift kick. He stood there,
gloriously nude, light golden skin stretched over well-toned
muscle, unmarred but for a few pink scars, one or two of which
Maul himself had inflicted once upon a time. Wide shoulders
rose over broad chest, two small brown nipples puckered from
cool air and arousal. Muscle-ridged stomach, below which
trailed a thin line of dark red hair leading down to
reddish-brown curls upon which nestled a stiff and upright
cock. And below, long firm legs that had wrapped themselves
around Maul's thrusting hips on more than one occasion during
the last few weeks.
Maul quickly contemplated the many ways he could imagine
enjoying his Jedi, and finally settled on a most unorthodox
method. He took Obi-Wan's hands and placed them on the beam
above his head. "Keep them there."
Obi-Wan swallowed, but nodded. The Sith stepped back and placed
his hands on his still-clothed hips. Obi-Wan watched,
transfixed, as he languidly licked his lips with his small dark
tongue. His cock twitched in anticipation.
"Hmmm...how shall I begin?" the demon asked his bondmate, who,
at the moment had no idea how and where, but that he just
wanted it to begin and NOW. Heat flared across his buttocks and
his rectum throbbed with desire. His member was now beginning
to weep clear pre-cum, and the Jedi was certain he would not
survive the first touch...
Maul closed the distance between himself and the man stretched
before him. Nose to nose they stood, both breathing evenly, but
increasingly.
//My Jedi, // came a whisper in Obi-Wan's mind. A corner of his
mouth lifted.
//My Sith, // he responded, raising one eyebrow, mouth quirking
into a wry smile.
Maul raised his hands to clasp Obi-Wan's face and took his
mouth in a savage kiss. Obi-Wan made to move closer, but the
other man skirted away, laughing softly. "No, I think I'll have
to delay that for awhile, Jedi."
Obi-Wan groaned. It was then that the truest form of torture
began.
Maul began simply, his strong dark tongue tracing the contours
of his lover's face, the eyes, nose and jaw all thoroughly
explored. Then he moved on to the sensitive ears, eliciting a
small gasp from the boy. A throaty chuckle and a purring "You
haven't even *begun to gasp, my beautiful Jedi," resulted in a
choked moan. This was almost too delicious for words, thought
the Sith.
Tawny neck came next, Obi-Wan's head arching back to provide
greater access to that incredible swirling tongue. Into the
hollows between throat and chest, and neck and shoulder. Each
arm was pulled down and given a slow licking from fingertips to
elbows to shoulders, each time stopping at furred armpit to
inhale his masculine scent. //This - Mine.// Obi-Wan heard deep
in his mind. Then, each arm was duly raised, hand replaced to
its former position clutching the beam overhead.
Onward the organ traveled, leaving a slick, wet trail on
feverish skin. Circling erect areola and buds, Maul took the
opportunity to bite lightly his bondmate's nipples, relishing
in the small mewling noises that came from deep inside his
captive's throat. Downward and downward he drove on, tasting
the young man's sweat, feeling quivering spasms of want rack
the hard body beneath his roving mouth.
By the time Maul had reached the juncture at the base of his
lover's stomach, Obi-Wan's breath came in great heaving gasps.
He stopped and raised his head to meet the blue eyes, darkened
by passion, intently watching his progress.
//Control, Jedi. Control. Do not allow your passion to overtake
you until the time is right.//
Obi-Wan shifted restlessly, moving his hips forward in a show
of aggression. "You try being on the receiving end of this and
see how controlled you are," he hissed through his
teeth. Maul glanced up at the white knuckles gripping the beam
overhead. Then down again, eye level with the pulsating organ
that glared at him, challenging him to taste it, too. Moving
his face closer to the crisp dark red curls, he inhaled the
strong scent of sweat and arousal, then ventured out his tongue
to lick the swollen tip free of the clear fluid that leaked
from the small hole at the end. Obi-Wan's hips bucked as he
cried out.
//Not yet, my Bondmate. Not yet. I am not nearly finished.//
A groan.
Down, down, dragging hot wet muscle along the inside of
quivering thighs, kissing knees, licking down shins and around
ankles.
Maul tenderly raised one bare foot and marked it, heel to toes,
taking each toe into his mouth and sucking it. He halted
momentarily, looking at the shocked expression on the handsome
face above.
//*All of you, Jedi. Mine, // he reiterated.
Performing the same delicate ministrations to Obi-Wan's other
foot, the Sith moved on to the firm calves, then the sensitive
backs of his lover's knees. For a moment he was certain the
young man's legs would collapse from under him as they wobbled
and buckled under his touch. He grasped the backs of Obi-Wan's
thighs to be sure, then followed the path blazed by his hands
with his mouth to the crease between buttock and thigh. The
Jedi's breath by now came in deep, shaking pants, anticipation
and withheld satisfaction coloring his reactions.
Obi-Wan knew that he could no longer withstand the onslaught,
his frayed senses screamed for release, his fevered body crying
out for relief. "Please," he begged his Sith lover. "I can't
hold it anymore..."
//Not yet, my desire,// came the answer.
He tried, oh how he tried. But he reached the end of his rope
when Maul ran his tongue along the perineum between testicles
and anus, then rimmed the dark, puckered entrance to Obi-Wan's
body. He thrust his hips and shouted, losing complete control
of his facilities. In a flash, Maul had positioned himself on
his knees in front of the boy, and took him deep into his mouth
and throat, as wave after wave of shuddering orgasm swept
through the Jedi, and greedily drank the warm seed that spurted
from within his lover's body. Obi-Wan automatically freed his
hold on the beam above, grasped the short horns on the black
and red head bent over his hips, and drove in deep, sobbing his
bondmate's name. How he remained standing, he had no idea.
When he had completed his release, Maul thoroughly cleaned him
and rose before him, still licking his lips. He spoke only one
word.
"Mine." And claimed the soft, yielding lips of human lover with
his inhuman lips, sharing the salty taste of Obi-Wan's passion.
Vaguely, Obi-Wan noted that Maul had repositioned his sore
hands on the metal girder and had begun to run his hands up and
down his lean flank.
Then stepped around him and resumed his exquisite torture.
Starting this time from the backs of Obi-Wan's shoulders,
Maul's hands accompanied his lips, running down the front of
the other man's torso, as mouth and tongue worked the back.
Tracing what felt like shapes and odd patterned designs on his
back, Obi-Wan wondered if the demon were marking him with Sith
incantations, and suddenly didn't care. As long as he was
marking him.
His lover's hand reached his cock and slowly teased it back to
life, even as his lips reached the small of Obi-Wan's back and
stayed in a holding pattern there, tongue circling and
circling, as if waiting for just the right moment...
The Jedi turned his head and looked over his shoulder down at
his lover, only to see he was busy undoing his belt and sliding
his pants off with his free hand. Excitement rose again, and
again his rectum throbbed knowingly. The Sith's boots lay a few
meters away, and soon the black pants joined them. Maul paused
in his manipulation of Obi-Wan's cock, and stood behind him,
kissing his bare shoulder. Reaching up, he removed the young
man's hands from the beam and took them in his own,
intertwining his fingers with the sore digits of his lover.
Obi-Wan could feel the hard stiffness of Maul cock digging into
his ass, and ground back, delighting in the growl he induced.
Hot breath on his ear, and "Mine."
He then found himself being propelled across the small room to
a wall, his hands reaching out to brace himself against it.
Felt himself being prepared with a mysteriously procured gel,
teased open by one, then two slick fingers. Moaning from deep
in his throat, he arched back against those fingers, crying out
when they stroked that spot inside, that oh-so-sensitive
spot...and suddenly he was filled. Both men gasped with the
sensation, with the union of not only bodies but of souls, as
happened every time they made love. Swirls of Living Force
flowed about them, eddies in a whirlpool of life itself, dark
and light, pearl and onyx, surging and swelling pulling them
along with it into a deep dark abyss, yet into a brightly
blinding light...
Maul cried out, "Obi-Wan!" as he met his climax, one hand
gripping his lover's hip tightly, bruising it, while the other
pulled Obi-Wan's cock taut, generating a similar finish for the
other man. Semen sprayed over Maul's hand and the wall against
which Obi-Wan leaned, as the Jedi reared his head back in a
feral roar, his left hand reaching back and grasping his
demon's horned head, turning his head and capturing the red and
black lips in a wild kiss.
Slowly, as they returned to their bodies, the sheer exhaustion
set in. Obi-Wan removed his mouth from the Sith's and leaned
his head forward on the cold durasteel wall, panting from his
exertion. Finally, legs that had endured just too much gave way
and the two sunk together to the floor, Maul still deep inside,
bringing the boy to sit on his lap, his chest pressed closely
to the Jedi's sweat-slicked back. He lay his head against
Obi-Wan's shoulder and allowed himself a sigh of contentment,
one hand wandering aimlessly over the ridged plains of his
bondmate's stomach.
Obi-Wan remained with his cheek pressed to the wall, eyeing a
trickle of semen as it made its way down the surface; his seed,
brought forth in passion by the lover that was not of his own
choosing, but was very much his. Felt warm lips touching his
neck, heard whispers in a strange language in his ear. No
regrets, only the Force.
Somewhere, he found his voice.
"Maul?"
A mumbled murmur answered him. A tongue lazily lapped at the
nape of his neck, flicking at the Padawan braid still tied
there, fingers ran through silky red-gold hair.
Obi-Wan sighed, and closed his eyes. "Could you help me look
for my bones? I seem to have lost them..."
A low chuckle sounded, and an ever surprisingly gentle hand
caressed his cheek.
//Mine.//
On a space station far away, a tall bearded man lay alone in
his bed, looking out the small portal across the room. Outside
it, stars twinkled, stars that held great mystery.
Well, he had more than his share of mysteries to solve. Such as
why it was that despite his exhaustion, he could not find
sleep. And what the source was of the Force tremors he had just
experienced. The ones that had shook him to the core and drove
him to an unprovoked orgasm, right then and there. He had a
feeling he knew, but truly did not want to. His former Padawan,
sharing an intimate moment with his new bondmate, and somehow
dragging his Master along for the ride. No pun intended.
One day, when all was right in the galaxy, he would find a way
to make things right between Obi-Wan and himself. How, he did
not have the answer to. But he would find it. And when he did,
he would allow himself to share his feelings with the young
man.
Until then - well, until then, there was always a broken part
of the galaxy to fix. His heart would just have to wait.
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