Dark power gathered aimlessly about the galaxy, unfocused
and unaware. Both aspects of the force, light and dark, are
relative only to each other. No morality, no judgement, only
need. Opposing primal essence, needing conduits with which to
continue the eternal battle. Once every few cycles unique
individuals of true strength and ability become perfect agents
of either side, the so called 'chosen ones'. Through these the
balance may tilt one way or the other. Both light and dark seek
dominance. The chosen will heed the call.
CONFRONTATION
He would have answers.
Qui-Gon had more revelations recently than in his entire
lifetime. His life's love, his son. But there were
missing gaps, threads of thought that didn't connect. I
first saw Obi-Wan when he was five. When did he arrive at
Coruscant!
The object of his ruminations entered the study area. Obi-Wan
appeared disconcerted. "Master, you seem distracted."
Qui-Gon turned to face him. "I am. And becoming angry, as well.
It concerns why I wasn't told the truth about you."
The young Jedi looked down. "You mean, about me being your
son."
Qui-Gon approached him. "Yes. Someone kept you from me, someone
knew! I want to know why. And why it was so important to keep
it a secret."
The younger man edged closer, his eyes bright. "Does it matter?
We always felt it anyway, just like we feel-" his words choked.
In distress, he ran his hands along the other man's arms.
Qui-Gon softened a little. "Obi, do not think along those
lines, please. We have discussed this. It cannot be."
The ocean eyes narrowed in suspicion. "I sense you aren't
telling me the entire truth, Master. You want me."
Qui-Gon sighed, backing off a little. "That may be, but it
doesn't change facts. In light of what we know-"
Obi-Wan's hands slipped around his waist. "Just knowing you
feel that way is a beginning. Aren't we the only ones that are
aware of the truth?"
Ghods, he feels too good. "No, we aren't. Someone
had to know. Who brought you here as an infant?!"
Obi-Wan stared up into his face. The morning sunlight shaded
the high cheekbones. "Why is that important now? You love me."
Qui-Gon nodded gently. "Of course I love you-"
"Not just as a son" the sensuous lips opened, moving forward.
Unthinking, Qui-Gon leaned into the warm mouth.
Kiss. Promise.
Their lips met, tenderly at first. After the initial contact,
tongues slid, teasing. Qui-Gon felt the heat simmering in them
both. His arms tightened around Obi-Wan as he plunged his
tongue in suddenly.
Obi-Wan moaned. He tugged the taller man toward the bedroom.
They nearly made it. Qui-Gon stiffened suddenly, pulled off in
shock.
By the pit, what are we doing?! he loosed his hold.
"Obi-Wan, we must stop!"
Disappointment and irritation tinged the reply. "For what. Did
you not feel it, just a moment?"
He did. And it worried him. "Listen to me. Our...attraction
complicates matters. If we cannot control-"
The younger man snorted. "Attraction? Love, Master. Love
and lust. At least be honest, please?"
Qui-Gon looked at him intently. "What concerns me most is why
it doesn't bother you."
Obi-Wan sighed, looking away. "It did...at first. But I came to
realize that it only matters in our minds. You were going to
approach the Council anyway, even before you knew about our
relationship."
Qui-Gon was stunned. "You have no reservations?"
The eyes were shining, pleading. "Yes! But what can we do. We
still love each other, that hasn't changed. What do you
suggest, we pretend it doesn't exist!"
Qui-Gon hugged him. "What am I going to do with you. No, we
can't pretend. But we must deal with this, or we won't
be able to function. And if that happens..."
"The Council will separate us" Obi-Wan's muffled reply against
his neck.
Qui-Gon continued to hold him. He was concerned, and not just
about the Council. What happened here?
Yoda was not prone to panic, but recent events gave him the
collywobbles. Another vision. One involving his best padawan,
with his padawan.
His son, he corrected. He rubbed a knobby hand over his
forehead. In his 800 years, seldom had he felt such a seeking
of the dark side. But it was here, in the very heart of
Coruscant, and that made him nervous. As always with the
future, the visions were unclear. But the images were
disturbing nontheless. Garbled mostly, but dark all the same: a
black force sphere of tremendous power. Two exceptional Jedi at
the nexus. Destruction, betrayal. Slain Jedi. Renewal of a dark
age.
Yoda padded in circles silently in his chambers. It would be
my greatest achievement and greatest failure if you fell in
such a manner, Qui-Gon. By the living force, I will not see
this happen!
He sighed. Sooner or later he would figure out the truth about
the boy. A confrontation would be inevitable. Qui-Gon was not
one to let questions remain unanswered. He heard quiet
footsteps approach. Mace Windu.
"Yoda. Have you felt it?" it was a statement.
"I have. Not good, Mace. Dark force, seeking is. At epicenter
of Jedi here."
The elegant Jedi master nodded. "What concerns me also is that
it isn't clear whom it seeks. We may need a preliminary
meeting of the Council."
Yoda regarded him a moment. "Vision, had I again. More recent.
Extremely disturbing."
Windu was cautious, apprehensive. "Go on."
"Involves...Qui-Gon."
Mace eyed him widely. "No! that isn't possible. Wait, the
boy..."
Yoda looked away. "Also involved. Unclear specifics. Council
will meet."
Windu refused to consider his once-lover turning. It would
truly be a sign of a universe gone mad.
"You said the vision was unspecific. How?"
The aged Jedi paused a moment. "Mace...know you, I do. Also
know feelings for Qui-Gon. Is inconceivable but possible. Ever
have his passions dictated his actions."
The deep hued Jedi nodded. "I have warned him many times, but
he has become a fine Master. He has overcome much of his lack
of control."
"Much, but not all. A being's true nature is consistent.
Training but modifies, makes acceptable to rules and tenets."
Windu paced, thinking that over. "The Council meeting will be
impromptu. When do you wish it?"
Yoda leaned against his cane, resigned. "Tomorrow, early in the
cycle after mealtime."
Despair.
Obi-Wan was cooling down after a rough training session in the
gym. He chatted with a friend and newly received knight, Jason
Kravitch.
Jason was a little older than Obi-Wan, about twenty-six, medium
athletic build, bronzed brown hair. He had sharp features that
always seemed to see to the heart of the matter.
"Man, Obi" he said, drying his hair with a towel, "There must
be something BIG going down at the Council Chambers."
Obi-Wan pulled on his fresh tunic. "What do you mean? Some
secret calamity we don't know about!"
"No. Hadn't you heard? It's all over the temple. The Jedi
Masters are having an impromptu meeting. All the heavy
hitters will be there."
Obi-Wan frowned. "Really? My Master didn't mention it..."
Jason eyed him. "That's strange, he would be there, I would
think."
"He isn't on the Council. Not officially, anyway."
Jason laughed nervously. "Oh, that's right. I...forgot."
Obi-Wan was slightly annoyed. "No need to pretend, Jason,
everyone knows that my Master turned down a seat."
Jason sat on a bench. "Sorry, Obi. But why wouldn't Qui-Gon be
invited? Doesn't he have rank among them?"
"He does, but-"
Betrayal. Conspiracy. Beware.
He felt Jason shaking him. "Obi-Wan! Snap out of it."
"What!"
"What's wrong with you. You suddenly tranced out."
He gulped. "It's, ah...nothing. Just a noise. Why are you
looking at me like that!"
Jason didn't know how to answer. How to tell his friend what he
saw and sensed in that moment?
"Obi-Wan, tell me something. Have you ever felt the dark side?
Head on?"
The younger Jedi stared at him in amazement. "What kind of
question is that? Where's this coming from!"
Jason was serious. "Just answer me. A moment ago, you...I felt
darkness in you, and..." he paused.
Obi-Wan's throat was dry. "In me? But I haven't communed with
it. How could you sense that!"
The gray eyes regarded him soberly. "Ever since I went through
my trials, I've gained a greater sensitivity to it. Your eyes.
They...changed."
Obi-Wan felt fear creeping in. "Changed? How?"
Another pause. "There was a moment, a flicker-they were
bright...yellow. Glowing from within."
He almost wanted to laugh. "Come on! What is this..."
"Something has touched you!"
Obi-Wan cringed. "Jason, I came here for a workout, not a soul
reading. Kindly keep your hack theories to yourself!" he
stalked out of the gym.
Jason stared after him. "Ignorance is deadly here. I must go to
the Council."
In the deepest recesses of the temple, the mightiest Jedi held
court, with one notable exception. A preliminary meeting was
held to determine the course of an implied threat that could
bring about a new age of darkness.
The circular chamber held the fifteen most esteemed Jedi. Yoda,
Windu, Adtweer, Gaar, Junre, Kragg, OOni, Ooreth, Wundel,
Aidbala, Freesa, Kaddon, IIlun, Bolaris, Nukk.
Yoda stood on the central floor. "Masters, all. Heed my words.
Visions have I seen of events coming to Coruscant. Wild, deadly
are. Know that this is a preliminary session only. Vision shows
black sphere of force, bound to Jedi. Much destruction,
betrayal, and chaos ensue."
Adtweer responded first. "Hold, Yoda! I too have sensed an
attempted...gathering. But with who is this destruction bound?"
Yoda closed his eyes. "Involves...Qui-Gon and his padawan."
The chamber exploded into noise, everyone talking over each
other.
Freesa. "What madness is this, Yoda! Qui-Gon is not
evil. And how does this involve Obi-Wan?"
Nukk. "How involved? Do they destroy the menace?"
Adtweer. "Or are they the menace?"
Ooni. "I always suspected Qui-Gon might turn. You know his
passions and refusal to follow dictates!"
Windu. "Passion is not evil, Ooni! Has Qui-Gon ever shown
betrayal to his own."
Illun. "I can't fathom this. Are we to base everything on a
vision?"
Kragg. "I say there isn't any evidence. Let time show the
truth."
Aidbala. "He cares for his padawan, also. He'd do nothing to
endanger the boy."
Bolaris. "He has ever been a maverick, shunning a Council seat.
And he is too close to his padawan, if rumors hold
true."
Gaar. "I will hear none of this. Qui-Gon is a mighty warrior
and our brightest. Side by side we have adventured together."
Ooreth. "Fellow Masters, we need to know more. The threat has
yet to make itself known fully."
Kaddon. "I agree with Bolaris, I know of the rumors. Qui-Gon
has always adhered to views that border on heresy, the pure
aspect of the living force. No control or discipline, just
motion and power. A straight path to the Dark Side, born of
excess!"
Wundel. "Is it come to that, Kaddon! You all but have him
Sith."
And so the masters argued, pro and con. Impatiently Yoda banged
his cane.
"ENOUGH! Is why this is preliminary meeting. No judgement is
decided! Know all this. Beginning now, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan to be
observed. That is all. Not absolute is vision, and full
intent of dark force not known. Unsettling, is. Be advised, be
warned. Use thy training and experience. Report any
surge showing a seeking. Agreed?"
The chambers quieted. "Agreed."
"So be it. This session is ended for now."
Obi-Wan felt cold. He returned to his shared quarters with
Qui-Gon. The conversation with Jason rattled him more than he
let on. Qui-Gon was in the study when he approached. He bowed
briefly.
Qui-Gon looked up from his desk. "Greetings, padawan. I trust
your workout went well."
"It did, Master. Physically, anyway" his voice tailed off.
Qui-Gon stared at him a long moment, then went over to him.
"Look at me, Obi-Wan. What occurred?"
The younger Jedi looked at the floor. "Something happened today
that frightened me."
Midnight blue eyes bored into him. "Continue."
"After the workout, I was talking with Jason Kravitch about the
big Council session this morning. And during the
conversation...I had a lapse, I guess. I don't know for sure,
Jason told me about it."
"What kind of lapse. What did he say."
Obi-Wan gulped. "We were talking, and then he said I
just...tranced out, that my eyes had changed."
Qui-Gon frowned at that. "Your eyes? Explain!"
"He said my eyes were glowing, yellow. Lit from within" he
looked away. "I left the gym afterwards."
Qui-Gon gripped his shoulders. "Obi-Wan, sit. There is
something I must say to you, and it in part involves something
that happened between us. But first I must know. Do you
remember anything during your lapse?'
Obi-Wan considered. "Yes, now I remember! A voice. Not speech
exactly, more an impression. It was basic, almost
non-sentient."
Qui-Gon let out a slow breath. "Sit" he indicated the seat
chair across from his study desk.
As Obi-Wan sat, he noticed Qui-Gon's closed look. "Master, why
was the Council in preliminary session today? Why weren't
you there?"
He steepled his hands over the desk. "I was not invited,
padawan, and the session was about me. About us."
"W-What? Why?"
"Obi-Wan, listen to me. The times when we embraced or nearly
made love, did you not notice a similarity? A sense
of...something dark?"
"Yes! I hadn't made the connection earlier..."
"Silence. This involves the Council session today. There is
a...gathering being attempted. The dark force seeks a bond with
its chosen. The Council is aware of the threat, but not the
specifics. This is why they had a session in the chambers."
Obi-Wan's braid whipped in the air in agitation. "A serious
threat to be certain, but what has it to do with us?"
"The threat is more serious than you know. It seeks to strike
here, at the heart of the Jedi's power base. Is there anything
else Jason told you during the exchange?"
Obi-Wan leaned back, perplexed. "He said that something had
'touched' me. I wasn't sure what he meant."
Qui-Gon looked up a moment, sighed. "Sith! My fears are
justified. Now listen. The darkness is here, padawan. Here and
seeking us. "
The younger man shook his head. "No...it isn't possible! Why
would it seek us. We are Jedi!"
"The chosen always hear. Today, you heard. It was with you, in
you. The times we embraced, when our emotion was high, I heard
as well. Remember earlier, when you asked me did I 'feel'
something for a moment? I did. We are in danger. We are
a danger."
Obi-Wan was shaken. "But, if a Jedi can be taken in such a
manner, what hope is there?"
Qui-Gon sprang up, embracing the younger man fiercely. "There
is nothing lost. Not yet!"
Obi-Wan's eyes stung. "I feel so embarrassed now for my earlier
excess, I-am at fault."
Qui-Gon kissed his cheek. "There is no fault, young one! Never
be shamed for loving. Speak, warrior. Are you ready for
battle?"
Battle later. Strong, both. Come.
"Master!" Obi-Wan was shaking. "Did you hear it?"
Qui-Gon gripped his face in both hands. "Yes. Still your mind,
padawan. Never fear the dark, confront it" he stroked
across the young man's forehead.
Obi-Wan grew drowsy. "Are you putting me to sleep?"
"Yes. You are stressed from today's events. Rest now."
"I don't think-" he was out. Qui-Gon carried him to bed.
Qui-Gon returned to his study, deep in thought. His padawan,
his son, would rest for several hours. This threat would
not go unchallenged.
//I fear more for him than for myself.//
No fear. Come, mighty one. Join.
//Out of my head. Begone with you!//
Have heart's desire. Be free.
//Ha! Enslavement to chaos. A false arguement.//
No. Part of, now. Not separate.
//I am not convinced. Try again.//
Merge with love. Power, free.
//I am Jedi. Nor am I tempted.//
Untrue. Ravish sweet need, love join fire.
//Destruction, consumption. I'll hear no more.//
Touching, always touched.
His eyes snapped open. The contact trailed off. A meeting
with Yoda is in order.
He made several attempts to contact Yoda during the course of
the evening, with little results. He questioned Master Ooreth,
whom he encountered in the Coucil Hall. She spoke in riddles
and observed him as if he were a lab experiment. Small
wonder, after the session today.
He'd had enough. Deciding to try again tomorrow, he returned to
his living quarters.
Upon returning, Qui-Gon noticed Obi-Wan had not stirred.
Strange. He should be awake by now. He considered. No
need to disturb him just yet anyway, I need to form a plan of
action. He padded out of the bedroom to the study.
Obi-Wan dreamt an impossible dream. No, reality. A full
moon. Starlit sky. Two bodies, entwined in passion on the
shoreline of an ocean, the tide washing over them.
Closer, now...pulsing, pounding with the tide, rythmic
movements.
Real. Sweet fire, burning free. Join!
Himself, looking up at the face he most loved, underwater.
Framed in moonlight through the waves, impossible mane flowing
everywhere in the tide. Gentle kisses, smiling promises made.
/Only us two. Yes. This must be, vision so perfect.../
Crying out in release, pain and hurt washed away..blissful
agony, fire of the soul.
Qui-Gon sensed something very wrong. An impression of
potent eroticism flooded his senses. He abruptly looked at the
bedroom. Obi-Wan must be dreamsleeping. But something else
drives it. I must interfere.
He approached the sleeping figure, settling down next to him on
the mattress. Turning Obi-Wan over, he looked in horror at the
rolled back eyes.
Not natural! his mind screamed.
"Obi-Wan! Break it, Break it!" he shook the young Jedi
vigorously.
The horror was just beginning. A blink. The eyes that greeted
him were alien. Glowing, yellow. The face smiled.
"Hello, father. You are beautiful. Shall we make
love?"
Qui-Gon knew instantly what had happened. He gripped Obi-Wan's
arms, shaking him again.
"Release him! He isn't yours!"
A part of. Yourself also.
"I will force you out then!" Qui-Gon positioned a hand on the
younger man's temple.
The glowing eyes fixed him again. "Look at me, father.
See what I see!"
Before Qui-Gon could react, he found himself in another
reality, on an ocean shore. Embraced tightly with Obi-Wan,
nude. Soothing, rolling water cascading over them with the
tide. He pulled loose of the embrace.
"Padawan, hear me. This is not real."
The eyes were normal now. "It is, father. Our reality and ours
alone. Did you think I could let you continue to deny the
truth?" he reached up.
"Obi-Wan, the dark drives you here. I must pull us out,
before-"
"You have no wish to turn this aside. Else you wouldn't be
here" he rolled Qui-Gon over on his back, pinning him. He
stroked the short beard. "Sometimes I want you so much it
drives me mad."
Tell me about it Qui-Gon thought hazily. The dark
stroked his mind, teasing his pleasure centers, causing
overload. He had to get them out of here. Soon.
He attempted to push up again. The bronzed body didn't budge.
Obi-Wan leaned forward, beautiful in the moonlight, eyes pale.
Qui-Gon felt his thoughts becoming disordered. "Obi-Wan" he
strained. "We must leave here immediately, or we will not know
the difference between this reality and the true one."
A soft kiss. Qui-Gon groaned. His body began to throb. A nuzzle
and nip on his neck. He gasped, falling back. Must recite
mental ildayd, discipline level one!
Sculpted hands roamed his body. He had to act now, while a
semblance of rational thought remained. He called forth the
light within. A nimbus of energy surrounded them...
and like a flash, they were gone.
Gasping, he collapsed on the bed, exhausted. Obi-Wan was curled
in a fetal position beside him, trembling.
Slowly, Qui-Gon steadied his breathing and sat up. He drew the
younger man up towards him.
"Obi-Wan, look at me."
He couldn't. He stared down. "Master, forgive me. I...I feel so
perverse."
"The dark drove you, Obi-Wan. You were not in control."
"If I weren't so weak-"
"On the contrary. The force, both light and dark, binds with
those of strength. But one thing is clear, we cannot handle
this alone. Much as I am loathe to do so, I must go to Yoda on
this matter."
The young Jedi flashed anger. "Why go to him! You can't even
trust him!"
Qui-Gon considered grimly. "In matters of the force...I can.
But there are other, unresolved issues that demand answers, and
I will have them."
Obi-Wan observed him, pained. "I have conflicting feelings,
Master. Part of me knows this is wrong-" he looked down again.
Qui-Gon smiled sympathetically, tilting the cleft chin up. "And
part of you doesn't care. I know, my Obi-Wan. I...I have the
same dilemma" he said softly. Obi-Wan smiled sadly back.
"What can we do?"
"First things first. Tomorrow, I will meet with Yoda."
"Qui-Gon didn't report this episode?" Windu was shocked.
Yoda nodded. "No. Worrisome, is. Were it not for Knight
Kravitch, we would know even less." He circled the floor in his
private chambers, thinking. "Is matter of trust here. Ooreth,
sense you anything in brief conversation with Qui-Gon?"
Ooreth considered, then spoke. "He wanted an audience with you.
It may indeed have been about the episode, but there was
something else that gave me pause."
This caught Windu's attention. "Something dangerous?"
Ooreth sighed. "I...am hesitant to say. There is much emotion,
internal conflict of an unresolved issue. Anger. And something
else, waiting."
Yoda stared at him sharply. "Any surge, yes?"
"No. Nothing."
Mace sighed. "That's a relief, then. The boy can be treated-"
"Mace, I don't know the specifics about Obi-Wan's condition,
but I tell you again there is something wrong with both
of them. I cannot determine what."
"How so?"
"The internal conflict is tied into another connection, a bond
I cannot place."
Windu and Yoda looked at each other. He knows.
"Something I should be aware of?" Ooreth noticed the exchange.
"No" Yoda sounded weary. "It would seem that an audience cannot
be denied."
"Master, are you going to confront them about your suspicions?"
Obi-Wan asked as they ate breakfast.
Qui-Gon stabbed at his food. "I intend to. Somewhere there are
lies, Obi-Wan, and I mean to root them out."
The younger Jedi reached for his hand across the table.
"Master, take your own advice. Don't allow your emotions to
rule you. Chances are we're being monitored anyway, and if you
lose control-"
Qui-Gon kissed the hand. "You are a joy to me. I promise, I'll
be on my best Jedi behavior."
"I...how can you say that I'm a joy" Obi-Wan's voice choked,
"when I'm tainted. Perverse."
Qui-Gon's smile faded. "How does that explain me, then."
"Could it be...genetic?"
"I know of no 'perversity' gene, Obi-Wan" Qui-Gon seemed
irritated suddenly. "Enough of this. It is time I met Yoda."
Obi-Wan stood. "May the force be with you, father."
It is so.
Qui-Gon strode through the Council Hall arena, garnering
attention with his clear intent of purpose. They move aside
for me anyway, even though they are my peers. he mused. It
was out now among the Masters: he and his padawan were being
monitored. Murmurs and eyes followed him as he approached the
central chamber.
Into the breach, Qui-Gon.
He stood upon the dias. "Greetings, Master Yoda. Thank you for
favoring me with this audience."
Yoda was grim. "Necessary, is, I see it now. What say you,
Qui-Gon."
Mace approached the chamber. "I too must attend, Qui-Gon. How
may we help thee?"
Something rankled him. "The truth will do, Mace" he exploded.
"After twenty three years of lies!"
This is going to be bad. Windu knew. "Qui-Gon, control.
Such an outburst is unseemly for a Master."
"Oh unseemly, is it? My own son was hidden from me, and I
should be composed?!"
Windu steepled his fingers. "Yoda and I...decided it best to
not reveal Obi-Wan to you until the time of padawan choosing."
"WHY?!" Qui-Gon thundered, clenching his fists.
Yoda spoke then, in a voice of ice. "Control yourself you
will or this audience is ended!"
"I am no longer padawan, Yoda, I will not be dismissed out of
hand. I want answers. Why was it so important to hide Obi-Wan
from me? And who brought him here!"
"YOU DEMAND MUCH" Yoda replied. "Our own counsel did we keep!
Visions I had at the time, of a unique bonding in the force.
Bonding of common ancestry."
What?? Qui-Gon pondered. "This was foreseen, you're
saying?"
Yoda nodded. "Somewhat. Realize, did not, that it involved you
and Obi-Wan. Not until he arrived."
Lies. Treachery. Betrayal.
Qui-Gon's face began to heat. "I first saw Obi-Wan when he was
five. Why was I not told."
"Misgivings had about nature of bond. Possible destructive
path. Also uncertain if force bond was of light or dark-"
"You know my feelings for Obi-Wan! Had I known, this
could have been avoided. We have suffered needlessly!" his
voice rose again.
Windu intervened. "Qui-Gon! Your control is abysmal. We thought
only of the boy's best interests-"
The world began to haze red. "Or your own, according to
dictates. Don't expect me to thank you, 'friend'. "
"ENOUGH" Yoda bellowed in thunder. "You forget yourself and
your training!"
Qui-Gon spoke through his teeth. "I-have-been-LIED-to. Should I
be grateful, because you had a vision? This is your fault!"
"Is it! Try my patience you do! Ask yourself: why are you so
ashamed?"
That stopped him, momentarily. "I...am not ashamed."
"Truth! You are in love with your own son! 'Tis that
which causes you the most anguish! It is your secret shame."
"No!" Qui-Gon stepped forward. "You will not turn this around,
Yoda. Who brought Obi-Wan here?"
Mace intervened again. "A...woman from Drakkan-"
"Tallandra?!" he yelled in berserker fury. "She
lives, and you didn't tell-"
Qui-Gon's mind hazed out. He remembered nothing of what
occurred next. Power, rage. Revenge.
Mace Windu saw the ultimate nightmare unfolding before his
eyes. He moved as Qui-Gon moved toward Yoda.
Qui-Gon's lightsaber ignited in a blur, arcing toward Yoda, who
stood resolute, unmoving. Qui-Gon was lost to mad fury, but the
eyes, an unholy glowing yellow, fixed themselves in Mace's
mind.
But he too was Master. Reaching out, he sent a bolt of force
towards Qui-Gon, intervening before the thrust was complete.
The blast knocked him back. Yoda then held out his hands, and
tendrils of light expanded around him, filling the chamber.
Qui-Gon collapsed, dropping the lightsaber.
He lay sprawled on the dias, as if awakening from a nightmare.
His hand covered his eyes. "What...happened here?"
Yoda and Windu were infinitely sad. Yoda approached him,
placing a hand on his shoulder. "My once padawan" he said
softly. "We will do what we can for you."
Qui-Gon stared at him, his heart cold. He knew what they meant.
"What about Obi-Wan?" he whispered.
Mace nodded, helping him up. "You must both be brought forward
for purging while there is still time."
In a fog, Qui-Gon returned to his quarters. In my arrogance
I thought only Obi-Wan was affected. What a fool I was. It
spoke, I would not hear.
Ashen and exhausted, he stumbled inside the door. Obi-Wan
approached him out of the bathroom, concerned. He had just
showered and was wearing a plush robe. The sea green eyes
observed him keenly.
"Master, how went your meeting. Did you...resolve anything?"
his voice had a peculiar tilt Qui-Gon couldn't read.
He collapsed on a corner chair. "It was horrible, padawan.
I...made a grevious error. During this entire episode, I
assumed you were the only one affected. It appears I am as
well."
Pursed lips. "I told you as much before, Master" Obi-Wan
chided. He frowned. "They cannot be trusted."
Qui-Gon didn't like the tone. "Listen to me, Obi-Wan. We are
tainted. Yoda and Mace are making arrangements for our initial
examination. That will determine future treatment."
The eyes flashed an alien glare again, briefly. "So they can
correct their mistakes, father! Is their primary concern
for us or themselves!"
Qui-Gon stared at him, taking in the lapse. He stood abruptly,
fatigue gone. Anger began to course through his veins.
He pushed Obi-Wan against a wall. "You will not give in to
this, do you hear me. Never!"
The younger Jedi breathed heavily. "I know what happened in the
chamber, I saw it! They betrayed you. The menace they
sought to avoid they have brought about. And now we're told to
be Jedi! If this is what it means, I don't want any part of
it!"
Qui-Gon gripped the younger man in a vise. Unfocused rage
boiled within. Rage at the situation they were in. Rage at
being out of control.
Fire. Burn bright love. Join.
"You dare speak this way" he hissed. "Years of discipline and
control to be discarded so easily-" the midnight blue eyes
bored into the younger man.
And were met with emerald defiance. "To hell with it, I say.
You want what I want! I am done with pretense, I don't care
what anyone thinks anymore. My mind burns, my soul is afire-"
he reached up, grabbing Qui-Gon's face, leaning into him. Lips
pressed.
/Night after night I ache for thee, father.../
//Insane! Mad one! Were I to doubt this taint, surely we are
both gone now.// the lips felt so sweet.
Qui-Gon felt the world dissolve again. It was worse each time,
like a craving that fed on itself. His entire body was a raw
nerve ending.
//Must...turn away//
/Not this time!/
He buried his face against the spiky hair, inhaling its'
fragrance, then tasting an ear. Tongue tracing along the fine
jawline, peppering the silky neck with kisses.
//You are...so beautiful, my Obi.//
/Love me. Love me now!/
Qui-Gon lifted the younger man off the floor, carrying him into
the bedroom. They continued their ravaging kiss, Obi-Wan's legs
wrapped around Qui-Gon's back, his arms around his shoulders.
Obi-Wan was tossed onto the bed. Bouncing up, he all but tore
Qui-Gon's robe and shirt off. Biting and kissing the broad
chest, he grabbed at Qui-Gon's groin, yanking his pants down.
Qui-Gon used the opportunity to return the favor, tearing
Obi-Wan's robe off over his head.
There were no words, now. Not tenderness but raging, all
consuming fire. Frantic need for completion.
Neither one could wait. Erections already leaking, they had
barely touched one another. Unnoticed, a storm began to rage in
the room, gathering in intensity. Objects sizzled, fused, and
melted down. Walls blistering. Wind, wild tempest about the
room, faster and faster.
In the midst of it all, two writhing figures, oblivious to
anything save the fire. A nimbus of dark energy formed around
the two, growing outward, filling the room, gaining strength.
Qui-Gon pounded Obi-Wan into the mattress. //Come with me, my
love, we shall gain the stars//
Arching, screaming. /Yes, eternity, power! Love you,
Qui-Gon.../
The bed lifted, spinning in the epicenter of the storm as the
two figures climaxed. A keening crash, rolling thunder, and the
storm receded into nothingness.
It is done. Good.
TURNING
Qui-Gon awakened slowly, his mind not functioning immediately.
Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes, looking out the window
Dawn.
He looked at the sleeping figure at his side. Obi-Wan was
tousled, satiated, with a slight smile. Lovely.
The first step on the road to hell. It may already be too
late for us, but ghods, I cannot say I regretted this.
He stood, silently padding toward the bathroom to clean up.
We will have to discuss this. No doubt the Council is aware
of the force explosion. I almost fear the examination we will
go through.
In the history of the Jedi temple, there had never been panic
in the face of a crisis. All that changed with the potent force
explosion felt all over Coruscant. Master, Knight, and Padawan
all wondered what portents the dark menace held.
The Council had hastily convened again, an emergency gathering
this time. Strident voices filled the chambers.
"Bring them forth" Kaddon bellowed. "We must root out the
threat. If they've indeed turned, their bond so strong-"
"NO MORE of this, Kaddon!" Gaar shouted back. "No one has
established that they have turned. We will follow procedure,
they will be examined!"
Ooreth rubbed her temples. "I have monitored this activity all
along. I warned you, Yoda, something was wrong with them. And I
sense again you still hold back information."
Nukk. "There has never been such an occurrence at Coruscant.
Should this herald a new age of darkness it would pose
frightening implications."
"Is so" Yoda sighed, resigned. "Not irrevocable yet, but action
must be taken quickly."
"About the rumors regarding their closeness. Is there violation
of the Code here, as well?" Wundel wanted to know.
"The rumors about the temple indicated a violation of the Code
before this occurance" Ooni frowned. "It would speak
greatly of an inclination towards corruption."
Aidbala. "We do know of Qui-Gon's passions..."
"I hold no stock in baseless rumors" Kragg insisted. "Qui-Gon
cares for his padawan as would any Master of quality."
Freesa. "They have always been the envy of the temple, the way
their closeness harmonizes."
"Closeness indeed!" Adtweer inferred.
Windu held his hands out. "Please, Masters. An examination
will be held to determine the extent of the taint. If
their conscience is intact, we may recover them and the danger
averted. If not" he paused uncomfortably, "We will have-other
decisions to make."
Yoda took the central dias. He tapped his cane.
"Ooreth correct is. Withheld crucial information that only
Windu and myself had knowledge of."
The other Masters stared. Another disaster?
"Obi-Wan is...son to Qui-Gon."
Shocked silence.
Adtweer drew a breath. "So. Now it becomes clear."
Wundel. "The dictates demand a parent not choose a child
as padawan!"
"A stunning development" Gaar was amazed.
"Indeed, Yoda. What madness is this?" Nukk asked.
"Circle of light, if they are that close..." Ooni
paused. "Perversity!"
"Agreed, Ooni!" Adtweer nodded. "Truly a bond born in the
blackest pits of-"
"Path of providence! You'd say he took his son to bed!"
Aidbala was shocked.
"I'll hear no more of this!" Windu snapped. "Gather yourselves,
and prepare for the examination. There will be no
recriminations here! They will be healed, not judged" ghods,
haven't I called it perverse as well?
Yoda nodded agreement. "Know all you this. Qui-Gon had no
knowledge that his son was padawan. Bond formed. Extent must be
known. We will prepare ourselves in the examination chambers.
Meditate, still your minds. We battle against the dark itself."
Dismissed, they grimly went about their business.
Obi-Wan awakened slowly, stretching. I got a love
hangover. Turning on his side, he saw Qui-Gon watching him,
sitting in a chair across the room. The long mane was tousled
down across the broad back and chest. He hadn't dressed,
wearing sleep pants.
Big yawn. "Good morning."
Lifted eyebrow. "Good morning. I began to think you'd never
awaken."
Obi-Wan sat up, smiling brightly. "Well, after last night-" he
paused, the smile disappearing, "Wait. What happened?"
Qui-Gon was very still. The deep blue eyes carved into him.
"Obi-Wan" very quietly. "We...are bonded to the Dark."
His stomach rolled. Jedi bound to the dark?
"I-how is this possible. We aren't evil!" he stopped, thinking.
"Are we?"
Qui-Gon looked away. "I don't know. This is unknown territory
for me as well" he turned back. "This is not what I wanted for
you. You had all the makings of a great Jedi."
The younger man gulped. "You said had."
"Along this path, you cannot be Jedi. The Council may be the
determining factor in our fate."
"You said it wasn't over!" he nearly shouted. Qui-Gon moved
quickly to the bed, taking both his hands.
"I concede nothing. But we cannot deny facts. If we can't break
the bond, we will change further. Nor will we be able to stay
here."
Obi-Wan looked around the room in thought. "I don't feel any
different."
"You do. You will. Think. How have your feelings changed since
you were touched?"
He considered. "I-feel stronger. Powerful. And I really am
beginning to dislike all the controls being imposed by the
Jedi, their Codes and Tenets!" he shouted suddenly.
"You see" Qui-Gon said softly. "No Jedi would say those things.
Your entire life has been one of discipline and control,
harmony with the force. That has all changed."
Obi-Wan cringed. "I don't know why I said that. Maybe it's
stress."
Qui-Gon shook his head slowly. "It's not stress. The dark is in
you, part of you. I know because I can feel it. I can feel it
in me."
Obi-Wan folded his arms over his knees. "What will they do with
us?"
"Examination. A soul reaching. Then a determination of healing
is made."
The younger man stared. "What if they can't help us?"
Qui-Gon stroked his face. "Isolation, probably. There is a
possibility we would be sent to a colony on a fringe planet
with force controls."
Obi-Wan's temper flared. Eyes aglow again, bright amber now.
"Chained away like mad dogs? Their conceit knows no
bounds!"
Protect.
Qui-Gon felt Obi-Wan's surge ripping through him, calling power
forth. He gripped the beloved face with fierce intensity. Had
he seen a mirror, his own eyes he would not behold.
"None will chain us. Let them have their examination. It
will prove nothing they don't already know."
Shocked, the two men stared at each other, glow diminishing,
returning to normal.
The younger Jedi spoke first. "It was different this time. I
was aware!"
Qui-Gon was grim. "As was I. We did not resist, so our
awareness remained."
Obi-Wan hugged him. Hard. "Are we doomed?"
"I don't wish to consider that possibility."
Ooreth headed across Jedi living quarters, to where Qui-Gon
resided with his padawan.
I dread this.
She keyed the buzzer. A pause. Qui-Gon stood in the doorway.
"Greetings, Ooreth. May I be of assistance?"
Ooreth looked about the room, eyes settling on Obi-Wan. The
padawan was the picture of propriety, bowing deeply.
"Greetings, Master Ooreth."
Ooreth nodded, spoke to Qui-Gon. "You are to report immediately
to the examination chambers."
"We will be along shortly."
Ooreth lifted an eyebrow. "You will come now. I must
accompany."
Qui-Gon spared his padawan a brief glance. "So be it. Obi-Wan,
come."
Ooreth watched them in silence. It was definite now. A
pulsating, simmering darkness. Resonating power. There had been
a major change.
They approached the requisite assembly of Jedi Masters in the
hallway. The entire Council was there, lining the corridor on
both sides. They watched, stared and observed in silence.
As always, Qui-Gon held his head high. He was preeminent among
them, despite not accepting a seat.
Obi-Wan on the other hand, wanted to find a corner. Why must
they stare like this! I feel like a lab animal.
//To them you are. We are. Show no shame!//
Feeling somewhat strengthened, Obi-Wan straightened his stride.
He would show no fear.
They entered a large circular chamber. Yoda awaited them there.
"Masters, all. This gathering is for the purpose of
examination, purging and healing of two souls tainted by the
Dark Side. Assume your positions and acknowledge."
The Masters took their seats in the chamber. "We are hear to
judge and examine. Let it begin."
Arrogant regents of light.
Yoda. "Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan. Be seated at the center."
The two Jedi sat in the center of the chamber, back to back,
surrounded by the other Masters. They assumed the lotus
position of meditation.
Yoda raised his cane. "The tenets of the Jedi are resolute and
inviolate. Contamination and false interpretation leads to
chaos and darkness."
Stuff it up your butt, you maggot flashed across
Obi-Wan's mind. Qui-Gon stiffened.
//Obi-Wan, cast out these impulses!//
/I...couldn't control it, Master/ sheepishly.
Give them nothing.
Aidbala approached them. "Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan. Still your minds,
clear all conscious thought. Meditative stance for the
three levels of being."
//Stupid bastard// lanced across Qui-Gon's brain. He opened his
eyes, startled at the lapse. Obi-Wan stared at him.
"Duly noted, Qui-Gon" Aidbala stated grimly. "Well do I know
the darkness drives this, and am aware of your loss of
control."
Qui-Gon eyed him steadily. "I must apologize. It would seem
that we are both driven to extreme thoughts now."
And actions. Aidbala suspected. "Prepare. Relax, open
thy minds and souls."
The Masters all focused on the pair. A large sphere of golden
light solidified around them, brilliant in intensity.
"Level three, superego" Nukk recited. "Training, learned
behavior, discipline, control. Morality" he reached out at the
sphere. Tiny black tendrils danced along the surface. The two
Jedi within trembled slightly, uncomfortable. Nukk Retreated.
"Level two, ego" Ooni was next. "Sense of self, dreams,
desires, emotions" she pointed. The sphere showed black bands
whirling around.
Obi-Wan began to twitch. /It's too bright, I can't stand it!/
//Stay...stay with me, padawan, concentrate on the examination.
Ignore...the pain// Qui-Gon was unsteady himself.
No more light.
Her power withdrew. Next, Adtweer. Her long arm leaned forward.
"Level one, Id. Base instincts, preservation. Reflex, response.
Functions" hand waved at sphere.
The two Jedi roiled in pain.
/Make them stop, it hurts!/ Obi-Wan mentally screamed.
/Out of my mind, it burns, it burns.../
Qui-Gon gritted his teeth in agony. //They shall...pay for
this//
Call forth the power.
Windu winced. This was worse than they could have suspected.
Examinations of the soul were never easy, and this could well
be the most difficult any would ever face. He could sense their
withdrawal from the light, seeking the comfort of darkness. He
looked over at Yoda. The Jedi Master never once took his eyes
from the two on the center dias. But something else was wrong.
Something building, dark...
He never got to finish his thought. Two pair of eerie, alien
eyes, glowing, unfocused.
"Yoda! It comes forth, we must-"
"Counterforce, now!!" Yoda shouted, lifting both hands
in a gesture.
The other Masters duplicated the gesture. Blinding white
threads of force interconnected between them, forming a web of
containment.
Qui-Gon stood, hair whipping about in the center of a dark
tempest. Obi-Wan crouched next to him in combat stance, staring
with unnatural eyes, fixated.
"Foolish Jedi. You think to contain us? I am done with
your ridiculous examination. No more of your rules and dictates
will I follow. My son and I will live as we see fit!"
Obi-Wan smiled coldly at that last statement.
"Subdue them, father. I too grow annoyed."
"Black force makes thee both insane" Yoda boomed in tones of
strength. "This bond must be broken. Extent I see now. Thy
souls topple toward the abyss, thy minds show disease. This
vile perversion will not be tolerated. Masters!"
At the signal, they redoubled their efforts. Raw power danced
about the chamber, both dark and light. The once golden sphere,
now black, expanded further from the two transformed Jedi.
Bolts of white lightning erupted from the Masters forming a
counterforce, attacking the sphere, containing further growth.
/Hard pressed...to maintain shielding, father/ Obi-Wan
staggered within the sphere to his feet.
//Our strength is depleted. We cannot continue this battle
now// Qui-Gon rubbed his forehead as the black sphere folded
back on them.
Regroup.
"Press them!!" Illun shouted. "We have containment now."
The sphere was rapidly returning to it's former yellow hue. Two
exhausted Jedi had all but collapsed within.
"Obi-Wan" Qui-Gon gasped. "Hold, hold on to your soul.
Bring...it back. They are not the enemy."
"Trying" panted reply. "Don't trust, but...still Jedi, I think.
Feel strange, want to hurt someone."
Slowly the glow diminished, and was gone. The Masters all moved
toward the center of the dias. They surrounded the two Jedi.
"Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan" Yoda was solemn. "You must be isolated. Your
bond is severe, and deep. And you must want to be free
from this taint!"
They looked at each other.
Gaar squeezed Qui-Gon's shoulder. "Dark or no, we won't
give you up without a fight. Let us heal you, bring you back to
us."
"I will...make the attempt" Qui-Gon said softly, even though
something in him recoiled.
"As will I" Obi-Wan agreed earnestly. "We are still Jedi, are
we not?"
Windu sighed. "Your status is questionable at this time. When
you are healed, it will be restored."
Ooreth. "Come with us."
Sparing Obi-Wan another look, Qui-Gon rose to his feet regally.
Obi-Wan stood at his side.
The younger Jedi turned toward Mace. "Master Windu. Will we be
separated?"
Quick glance to Yoda. "Temporarily, you will be in separate
stations. If it is determined that contact is of no
consequence, you will be placed together. The Council will
deliberate."
Which they did immediately after both Jedi were held in
separate force cells. Once again, disagreements held sway as to
the next course of action.
"We can wait no longer. A purge must be forced" Kaddon stated.
"The darkness must be driven out of their souls."
"At what cost?" Freesa demanded. "The episode earlier today
could be a mere precursor of a far worse situation."
Gaar. "I...am loathe to say this. Never would I have thought
Qui-Gon and his padawan son capable of turning. But the
corruption is clearly there."
Kragg. "Always have I respected Qui-Gon and admired his
abilities. But the eyes...I'll never forget the sight."
Wundel. "The maxim holds. All can be turned. Our worst fears
are becoming a nightmare. Our power and experience will be
tested."
Adtweer shook her head. "Yoda. Is this what your vision held?"
Yoda sighed from the end of the Council chair table. "Not
specifically. As said, was not sure if bond was of light or
dark. Mistake I may have made could cost galaxy" he looked
down.
Windu had never seen Yoda look so defeated. He was taking this
personally. Qui-Gon was his best and brightest, and now to see
this transformation...it had to be destroying him inside.
"It is not done yet, Yoda" Mace told him quietly. "The dark
flows through them, but their conscience still lives..."
Ooni. "For now. But you can see they fight against the tide,
and they are losing."
Ooreth. "A deadly and volatile mix. Their souls bound to
darkness, their consciences devoted to light. We may indeed
have to force a purge, as Kaddon suggested."
Nukk sighed wearily. "Agreed also. But we will need to renew
ourselves. Today's events were particularly fatiguing."
Windu rubbed his eyes. "Very well. A vote will be cast for or
against a forced purge. Place votes in synthcubes. May the
force guide your decisions."
The Masters all deliberated. They voted in a matter of minutes.
Yoda tapped the tabletop. "Results?"
Windu dropped the sythncubes into a transparent cylinder. Aye
if the cubes turned orange, Nay if the cubes turned green.
They watched the progression in silence.
Yoda nodded grimly. "Have seven for, seven against."
The Masters sighed at the impasse. A course of action was
needed.
Mace eyed Yoda. "You must break the tie."
Yoda steepled his hands, looking into nothingness. "Force
indicates" he looked down, "a full purge. Wish with my heart
was not so."
Windu cringed inside. Forgive us, my once love, for what we
must do.
Obi-Wan sat quietly in his cell. A burly knight, Red Rungoon,
stood guard. Barrel chested and thickly muscled, he looked
strong enough to toss a Bantha.
Damn, why couldn't they assign me a shrimp.
//His size is irrelevant. How are you, my Obi-Wan?//
/Tired, Master. I miss you./
//I am not far off. I sense a vote is being taken on a purge.//
/Will they do it?/
A pause. //In all probability. Unfortunately, we must prepare
for the worst.//
/I asked you this before, but...are we evil? I know it may seem
like a childish question./
//It isn't childish. Obi-Wan...how did today's episode make you
feel?//
/Feel? Strangely, I'm not all that bothered./
//You can tell me anything.//
Small sigh. /I felt exhilarated, wonderful, high. Like I
could sense the entire universe at once, and my body was
bursting with power./
Silence.
/It's not Jedi, I know. But it feels so good./
//I know.//
/Are you angry, disappointed in me?/
//Never. But as I said, we are continuing to change.//
/I still don't feel evil./
//It is not so simple a concept. But the fact that battling
Jedi Masters does not bother you proves my point.//
/They are wrong. Anything that doesn't fit their narrow
precepts of right and wrong is unacceptable. They claim to be
the path of light, yet look at their methods! In the end,
tyranny from light is the same as tyranny from the dark./
Amazement. //Pits of perdition! You are my son. My own
words, early in my knighthood, when I had a dispute with the
Council.//
Obi-Wan felt a surge of pride. /One of many, I would suppose.
There is something else.../
//Tell me, I sense it.//
/I want your touch. We have not been close since...that night.
I crave it!/
//You hurl yourself into the Abyss so readily?//
/Do you deny you want it too?/ Obi-Wan countered.
Heady pause. //I cannot. But I hold myself back, padawan. I
must, while a shred of conscience remains.//
/When souls burn and love runs hot, does conscience matter? If
we just give in to it.../
//We will be utterly lost. I have more experience in these
matters, Obi-Wan. We would rule the dark, but it would rule us
as well. My desire for you is so great that...I fear it. And
Yoda spoke truly, I am ashamed of feeling this way. No true
father would love a son in such a fashion.//
/No! Don't be ashamed. I'm not. Not anymore! I love you./
//While we still know the difference, we can be recovered.//
Obi-Wan thought a minute. An idea formed in his head.
/Is there any way we could meet? I need to talk to you in
person./
//A trick we could try, yes. But dangerous. It would involve
using our new abilities.//
/Tell me!/
//Touch our bond, focus on the guard. Visualize the outskirts
of Coruscant in the wood. Wait half an hour.//
Obi-Wan broke the mental contact.
Rungoon paced outside the cell, pausing to glare periodically
at Obi-Wan.
You don't do anything for me either, brother. If this room
weren't force dampened, I'd burn your mind.
Once he would've recoiled at such a thought. Not anymore. There
was only one thing he wanted, needed with a desperate urgency.
He would have it!
He followed the steps indicated by Qui-Gon. Then an amazing
sequence of events happened.
Qui-Gon did his part as well. The Knight guarding his cell was
Ceryl Addill. She was tall and wiry with sharp features. He
smiled at her pleasantly. She viewed him with suspicion.
As he concentrated, he pictured the outskirts in his mind.
Reaching for Obi-Wan, he called forth the power... and vanished
in a clap. Addill sprung forward, deactivating the cage.
"Sith! He's escaped! But how??"
She knew her report to the Council wouldn't be a pleasant one.
A similar event happened with Obi-Wan. Rungoon had his
lightsaber out, swinging it in frustration. His captive had
just...disappeared. And he could sense no direction of escape,
no trail.
The Council will have my head.
In a flash of power, Obi-Wan appeared at the edge of a lake in
a secluded wood. The night was heady and sensual, fragrant with
blooming flowers and sweet water. The moon was full, casting a
bright reflection on the water. He stepped along the shoreline
on the soft grass, looked up at the top of the meadow.
And saw a familiar and beloved figure standing atop the sloping
hill, awaiting him, eyes blue and dark as night. The moonlight
framed the overlong mane, planing the strong face in partial
shadow. A smile greeted him. Motion to come forward.
Obi-Wan all but raced up the knoll. Going too fast, he collided
with Qui-Gon, sending them both tumbling down the grassy hill
toward the lake.
Rolling end over end on each other, they landed at the
shoreline.
Qui-Gon landed on his back, laughing heartily. Obi-Wan pinned
him, landing on top. He is a beautiful sight the younger
man thought. The ridiculously long hair tangled with grass and
flower petals, the strong, muscled body, hot silky skin.
Bottomless blue eyes. Handsome face. The deep velvet voice that
gave him shivers. A touch that made him lose his mind.
"Qui-Gon, father, I missed thee" he gasped, face flushed.
"Oh? Did we not speak merely half an hour ago, my Obi-Wan?" he
teased.
The younger man buried his face in the powerful neck. "I burn.
Let us commit everything to the power, father, and be
free!"
The taller man breathed heavily, tightening his hold. He is
too beautiful and lush. Mad.
"It was insanity before and is still insanity now."
"No shame, you told me. I have none! Let it be madness, I want
it. We want it. You can't lie to me. I feel it in the
bond!"
Qui-Gon attempted to push up. "Release me" he grated harshly.
His body trembled with desire. He wouldn't trust himself in a
minute...
The bright green eyes were wild. Moonlight danced on the lovely
cheekbones. "Love me, as you did before, without hesitation or
reservation" he said, peppering kisses along the short beard.
"Make me feel what I felt that night!"
The eyes began to glow again, pulsating with the power.
"Obi-Wan for our soul's sake, turn away now, while we
still can!"
Obi-Wan's handsome face was heated with lust. Panting, he
stroked the beloved features. His eyes gave a return glow.
Power flowed through them both.
"Spare nothing, give everything. We go together! No more
playing at being Jedi. Make love to me!"
Qui-Gon could leash himself no longer. With a fierce growl in
his throat, he flipped the younger man on his back, demanding
submission of the hot mouth with his tongue. No rational
thoughts invaded his passion this time. He crushed the lithe
form into the grass, smashing the full lips in a dominating
kiss. Strong, sculpted hands gripped his back tightly, pulling
at his tunic.
Rolling a little to the side, he slid Obi-Wan's shirt off his
shoulders with one hand, still pinning the voluptuous body with
the other. He would not release the kiss. Obi-Wan shifted
underneath and shrugged off the shirt, sliding down in the
grass.
Qui-Gon rotated his groin slowly, sensuously into Obi-Wan's.
Mounting erections began to rise through straining fabric.
Qui-Gon abruptly sat up, stripping off his shirt. Obi-Wan took
the opportunity to slide his pants off as well. He was pinned
again before he could remove his briefs.
"Let, let me..." he gasped.
"Be still" Qui-Gon commanded. He grabbed both wrists, slamming
them down over Obi-Wan's head in the grass. He couldn't move
them, they were suddenly held with force bonds.
Satisfied that Obi-Wan was immobile, Qui-Gon leaned back,
slowly stripping off his pants, one leg at a time. Obi-Wan
twisted helplessly on the ground, moaning in need.
"Father, please, touch me, it hurts!" his navel poked up,
stomach clenching.
The feral eyes flashed in the moonlight. "A sweet hurt, my
Obi-Wan. Fear not, I will touch you everywhere" having
stripped nude, he leaned forward again over the younger man.
Long lapping licks over the calves and thighs. Nips and bites
along the soft flesh around the groin. Rapid tongue strokes
over the taught erection underneath the fabric.
"I want you!" Obi-Wan all but shouted, arching up.
"You have me" Qui-Gon hissed, nibbling the soft sacs through
the thin material. His hands stroked the bronzed stomach and
chest. Plump nipples stood stiffly.
/Inside me, now!/
"Not done yet" Qui-Gon lifted the briefs off with his teeth,
pulling them down. Obi-Wan's erection popped free. Qui-Gon
plunged his hot mouth on the velvet head, sucking fiercely.
Despite having his hands pinned above his head, Obi-Wan's
thrashing nearly threw Qui-Gon over. Head arched back, his eyes
glazed with passion, half closed.
"I'm coming..."
Quickly, Qui-Gon gripped the base, squeezing tightly,
forestalling ejaculation. Obi-Wan softened. He fell back,
gasping hoarsely.
/Please don't do that again!/
//It will be even better this way. Wait.//
Moving upward, Qui-Gon bit a fat nipple. Hard. Obi-Wan cried
out, grimacing. Slowly he traced a tongue to the other one,
sucking softly. Back and forth he went, soft touching and hard
on the muscled chest. Obi-Wan's erection stiffened again,
pressed between their bodies.
Sweating, writhing. /Oh, oh yes.../
Qui-Gon's own groin was stabbing him painfully. I will take
this, it is mine.
Facing away from Obi-Wan, he grabbed his ankles, pulling the
feet up and back towards his face. Straddling the younger man's
torso with his own, he leaned down again, head between the
legs, raking teeth over a tight, swollen erection. Tongue
snaking over the tight balls and around the puckered opening,
seeking entrance. Two fingers slid inside, twisting. A pull,
making more room. A tongue slipping over the fingers inside.
Higher and higher inside, hitting a certain spot.
The combination of stroking fingers and slithering hot tongue
had Obi-Wan's cock leaking. He was lost, bucking and bouncing
on the grass, rasping incoherently. The fire raged beyond
words, beyond thought now.
Qui-Gon was done. Quickly withdrawing tongue and fingers, he
turned around again, flipping Obi-Wan on his stomach. The
younger man raised up on all fours, hot, dripping, and ready.
Without hesitation Qui-Gon plunged into the heated depths,
hammering with a fury that snapped Obi-Wan's head back. It
wouldn't be long now.
Be renewed. Eternity, power!
Flame danced behind Qui-Gon's eyes as he arched over Obi-Wan,
hair cascading down like a curtain over the bronzed shoulders,
obscuring both their faces. His body, his soul burned with
different awareness. He bit down on the side of his lover's
neck, possessively.
Underneath him, eyes rolled back, Obi-Wan humped wildly,
hissing his own private pledge, tongue curled over his lips. He
also saw, felt the flames. Pure Inferno.
//Infinite//
/Power/
//Sweet fire//
/Freedom/
///Totality.///
They exploded, bodies tightening, screaming the promise.
Both collapsed down in the grass, unconscious. A burbling
ripple in the force. Laughter?
Let the light beware.
They would not awaken for hours. A dark cocoon of obscurity
surrounded them both, shielding.
DARK FATE
"Explain!" Yoda demanded. "What mean you, they disappeared?"
Two flustered Jedi knights stood before the Council.
"I...cannot explain it, Masters. Something obscures them from
detection" Rungoon stammered. "My charge was in his cell one
moment, then in the next he simply...was gone."
Yoda turned to Ceryl. "Knight Addill. You experienced a similar
occurance?"
She ran nervous hands through her hair. "Yes, Master Yoda. I've
never experienced the like. It was as if Qui-Gon was gone
without a trace. I could sense nothing."
Ooreth burst into the chamber, robes flowing. "Masters attend!
Heed my words. You know of my particular sensitivity to the
Dark Side. It is here, and in force."
"Continue, Ooreth!" Windu implored.
"In the garden of meditation I was, but hours ago. I felt a
tremor in the force of a magnitude never experienced. It was a
merging, not a bonding!"
Shouted exclamations rocked the chambers.
Kaddon gasped. "We-we have only one choice now. There are no
other options."
"It's war!" Nukk shouted.
Windu looked worriedly at Yoda. //Can even we meet a threat
such as this?//
Yoda glanced briefly. //Unknown.//
Knight Rungoon bowed at Ooreth. "Master, what is the
distinction? If the bond can be severed-"
Ooreth waved a graceful hand. "Knight Rungoon, hold. This
cannot be broken! The difference is significant. Being a
part of is one thing, a living extension is
another. Yes, a bonding is a joining, but to merge is to
become..."
"Like a god" Yoda finished quietly. A hush fell over the
chamber.
Addill went ashen. "The knight brigades must be the first line
of defense. Preparations must begin now."
Windu was grim. "See to it, knights. The Council prepares it's
own defense."
They bowed and left.
The two mightiest beings in the galaxy sprawled lazily along a
lake shoreline, the water's edge lapping at their well-built
bodies.
Obi-Wan stretched, yawned. "I feel so wonderful. Why did we
resist so long? Surely you have no regrets now, father."
"Hmm" Qui-Gon's long frame stretched into the water. He flashed
a small smile. "We are together. What else is there?"
Obi-Wan moved closer, nuzzling, stroking over the broad chest,
massaging the soft nipples. Long hair trailed, sweeping about
in the clear water. Sunlight glistened over the wet forms.
"We can do anything now. The universe is our toy."
Qui-Gon kissed the moist forehead, then the long red eyelashes.
"Indeed. I do love thee, beyond reason. We will be
opposed however. No doubt the Council is preparing a defense
now. Whatever you think of them, they are not fools."
Obi-Wan snuggled under his father's chin. "Who cares about them
now. If they want a battle, we'll give it to them."
"Coruscant is but one world" Qui-Gon's mind was already
expanding towards future possibilities.
The younger man stroked the strong neck. "How do you want to do
this? Stay or go?"
"Much will depend on the outcome of the battle."
Obi-Wan sat up, staring down into the jet blue eyes. "Battle?
They would declare hostilities? Against us?!"
Qui-Gon almost chuckled. "You are still young, my Obi-Wan. The
Council are the best and brightest in the force. They have
knowledge, range, and experience. Never underestimate an
opponent because your viewpoint has changed."
The other man considered. "You may have a point. If anything, I
almost relish the opportunity for a conflict."
Qui-Gon lifted an eyebrow. "How so?"
"Well, we have been raised and trained as Jedi, to follow the
path of light. Now we travel the dark path. Both sides have we
experienced. I would test the strength of the other side now as
I never could before."
Qui-Gon closed his eyes, face pointed toward the sunlight. "It
is...not a conceptual superiority one way or the other. But the
balance can tilt. Our path is our own, however. We need not fit
any stale preconceptions."
"We aren't Sith."
"Bah! Tin soldier mentality, slaves to the beat. They
also suffer from stale dictates and rigid thinking. We are far
more than that now. They are merely puppets to the dark. We
are the dark."
Light glinted off the sandy red hair, sheening the bronze body.
Obi-Wan's desire spiked again. Qui-Gon opened his eyes with
equal lust, roaming his view up and down.
The aqua eyes blazed. "When should we face off the Council?" he
breathed, clearly thinking of other things.
Qui-Gon plunged his mouth on a plush nipple. "Later" he
murmured, grabbing his son.
The word had spread throughout Coruscant quickly. Twenty of the
best available knights ringed the Main temple, reaching out
with their senses, standing guard. The Council assembled in the
lower levels, the last line of defense. As one, they donned
their deep green fighting uniforms and lightsabers. They were
honed and ready. Even healers with higher sensitivities were
required to raise force shields of protection. Padawans were
scuttled off planet to be spared the psychic bombardment.
Windu couldn't believe the course of events. Qui-Gon, so
long ago, I had visions of us. Now this. I don't know what
you've become, but you must be stopped. I knew the moment that
child arrived a significant change in you would occur somewhere
down the road. I felt the obsession, the willingness to do
anything for Obi-Wan. Likewise his obsession with you, feeding
back and forth. It was the same with Tallandra, and you never
learned the lesson of uncontrolled passion. Perhaps it is just
your nature, but thinking so makes my soul cringe. This is as
worse a destiny as any could embrace, a madman taking his son
for a lover. But I am resolved, I am Jedi. I tell myself you
are no longer the Qui-Gon I knew, and I dread your appearance.
There will be no quarter asked, none given.
Yoda had similar ruminations. Could be, all my fault. My own
arrogance has contributed, yes. Weary I feel, my eight
centuries weigh heavy on my spirit. But I must not falter. If I
cannot save thee, padawan, I must find a way to destroy thee.
And I will destroy myself in process. Forgive, forgive if you
can, thy old Master. Would I have known the nature of this
merging, my course would have been different. I know not
everything. Never my intent, it was, to separate thee from
thine. Will galaxy suffer for my mistake if we fail. Stop
there, it will not.
"We seem to be garnering a great deal of attention, father"
Obi-Wan was sitting under a tree, wearing a light gray v-neck
jumpsuit with black boots. He had been psychically 'scanning'
the region. So easy now. As easy as transforming their clothes
into simple tech uniforms.
Qui-Gon nodded, similarly attired. "Padawans are off planet.
Not surprising. Apparently they expect a major confrontation."
Obi-Wan smirked. "Will they get one?"
Return smile. "Well, maybe. We'll play it by ear. I prefer to
make a dramatic entrace and scare the shid out of them" he
laughed.
Obi-Wan observed him, smiling. We are so different now. The
way we freely think, act, feel. They fear us for it.
"Let me braid your hair. It's all loose again."
A chiding look. "I could-"
Obi-Wan patted the ground next to himself. "Let me do it by
hand."
Sighing, Qui-Gon humored him, sitting on the grass.
Well, why not indulge here. We won't be lazy beings, relying
on the power for everything.
"True, father. Warriors never seek convenience."
Qui-Gon smiled softly, leaning his head back. "Nosy brat."
"Must be inherited" Obi-Wan whispered in his ear, sectioning
the long hair.
Qui-Gon did laugh at that.
"Nothing yet" Ooreth stated. "What concerns me most is that we
cannot sense them. This makes it difficult to prepare."
Kragg. "They will make themselves known when they are ready.
All we can do is stay on alert."
"Some kind of force-damping field, perhaps" Wundel surmised.
"Though admittedly, I've never encountered one of such range
and power."
Junre. "We will indeed find out how strong the light is."
The Masters nodded in assent. It was unsettling to think ones
of their training could be blocked so effortlessly. It
supported Ooreth's claims about the transformation.
Illun spoke their fears. "There are unknowns about this entire
situation. This may be the ultimate test. Is there any
possibility of averting this disaster?"
Yoda shook his head. "Too far gone. Sense and know it. Recent
events, completed dark path. Cannot return now."
"Be silent, all" Ooreth interrupted. "A ripple in the force.
The shroud lifts. They come."
Two figures stalked through the woods.
"Why not simply appear there?" Obi-Wan asked.
"It wouldn't do to appear in the middle of a trap" Qui-Gon
looked ahead. "Besides, it's more fun this way. We get to be
dramatic."
Obi-Wan grinned. "Yeah."
"No doubt they will have their best fighters prepared to stop
us. However, we have a distinct advantage. While we know of
their fighting techniques, they know nothing of us the way we
are."
Obi-Wan stopped, stood in front of the taller figure.
"Give me a word, father. What is our method here?"
Qui-Gon considered. "Hmm. We will disappoint them. They will
expect us to be raging, out of control. We need not act in
haste. No killing unless they force the issue. Outside of
that?" he laughed. "Anything goes!"
The once padawan's eyes flashed. He relished this opportunity.
Outside the temple, a fog of gray lifted across the landscape.
Twenty sentinels saw and felt the two figures as they
approached out of mist.
"Watch now" Qui-Gon told his son. "Let none of them get behind
you."
"They won't get the chance" Obi-Wan replied sharply.
They strode upwards toward the temple steps, strutting with
casual ease and arrogance. The knights moved forward in
formation. A tall female stepped front and center.
"Hold, traitors. Think not to trespass here. If you continue,
we will subdue you."
Obi-Wan decided he didn't like her.
"Why, Ceryl" Qui-Gon said sweetly, bowing. "Is that any way to
greet an old friend?"
"Save it, renegade. You will be escorted to detention."
"Oh, I don't think so" Qui-Gon moved closer. "We have buisness
with the Council."
Twenty lightsabers activated. Obi-Wan stared in fascination.
So this is what it's like from the other side.
"Your buisness is with us only."
Qui-Gon looked around, surveying the knights. "You don't
appreciate the...gravity of the situation."
Suddenly the knights collapsed, crashing to the ground,
lightsabers flying and clattering across the marble steps and
halls.
Obi-Wan laughed. "That's so damn funny!"
One of the knights attempted to speak, but couldn't. His face
wouldn't leave the ground. An unseen force held him in it's
grip.
Qui-Gon advanced up the stairs, Obi-Wan close behind. "You'll
have a hard time stopping us now, I think. Oh, I just made the
gravity equivalent to 3g's. Not enough to kill, but you'll be
mighty sore tomorrow when you get up. If you get up."
Obi-Wan stepped over the distressed knights. "See you later,
suckers" he couldn't resist.
They entered the hallway. Shimmer sound. Reacting on pure
instinct, they both flipped skyward. A bolt of blue sheared
through the corridor. Another knight, carrying a disruptor
instead of a lightsaber.
/My turn./ Obi-Wan thought, crouching upside down on the
ceiling. Qui-Gon wrapped himself in shadow, indiscernible
between marble columns.
"Stay where you are, rogue" a bulky Knight with black hair
bellowed. "I won't hesitate to use this."
"Use that...mess??" Obi-Wan mocked, pointing.
The knight shrieked. The disruptor had fused into a rotten
smelling ooze, clotting and dripping over his hands and
forearms. He jerked, then went limp. A shifting space
materialized into Qui-Gon behind him.
Obi-Wan flipped down from the roof. "He'll have one hell of a
headache."
Qui-Gon looked at the fallen knight casually. "Sometimes the
old methods are best. Come."
"Let them come as they will" Kaddon was in battle stance.
"They'll find us ready."
"We assume confrontation is their goal" OOni's saber was at the
ready. "There may yet be another course."
"Enough" Windu interrupted. "They are here."
The panelled doors opened. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan glided inside,
striding smoothly. They bowed simultaneously.
"Greetings, Masters of everything."
Yoda snorted. Their darkness was like a wall now, gleaning no
insight to their motives.
"Keep insolence. Why are you here."
Qui-Gon smiled. "Merely to take our leave. Our new...situation
dictates we do so. And we realize we are no longer welcome
here."
"That much is true" Kaddon replied. "Were we able to follow
through with our plan, this conversation would not
exist."
Obi-Wan stepped forward, long braid whipping around. "Are you
threatening-"
Windu made a gesture. "Stay thy ground, stripling. Despite your
transformation, you have no rank here."
Cold glare. Pompous ass he projected.
"Obi-Wan is a bit anxious" Qui-Gon continued. "The prospect
of...travelling the galaxy is most enticing. After that, who
knows?"
"Know well do I!" Yoda blasted. "Thy souls are obscured and
black, and the power has corrupted thee utterly. You no longer
know the difference!"
"I expected this kind of response. Have we attacked anyone
here? It would appear that the light needs lessons in control
and discipline."
"You dare speak this way" Nukk was angry. "Do not be overly
confident in thy power. And do not tempt fate. There may still
be a purging."
"Speaking of arrogance-" Obi-Wan started, stopped. Ooreth was
staring at him.
"You may not leave here" she stated. "I remember thee, Obi-Wan
that was. So much promise, now cast aside-"
The green eyes were cold. "Save your examinations, woman. I
don't need them. All I need is-"
"We know of your 'needs'" Windu flared. "That is what has
brought you to this pass. If thy soul were scoured clean this
moment, what would be left?"
"Judgements! Accusations. It's never any different with any of
you, is it?" he looked about the room.
Qui-Gon appeared disinterested. "To spare you any further
discomfort, we will leave. Come, Obi-Wan."
Yoda held his hand out. "You will not."
"Why stay here? We are no longer wanted. And I don't remember
asking your permission."
"No games, Qui-Gon. Decision made. If cannot be redeemed,
then..."
Qui-Gon kneeled, facing Yoda. "Ah. So my former Master plans to
destroy me, then. You forget, I am beyond your touch
now. And there is still the matter of my son."
"Remains to be seen, is. The brightest always fall furthest.
True is always" there was sadness.
Obi-Wan felt wired. Something is wrong here. His body
tingled with raw energy, pinpricks on his skin.
Qui-Gon's head snapped away from Yoda. A trap.
Before either of them could react, a swirling net of blue
energy encircled them both, speeding in intensity, binding
around them. Obi-Wan attempted to spin free, but the energy
mesh followed his movements.
White pain laced through him. His thoughts were wild,
unfocused.
//Still your mind!//
/Can't! too much pain.../
Tighter and tighter the shimmering energy wove about them,
pulling them down towards the floor.
Blinding, unseeing agony. Two former Jedi writhing on the
floor, shrieking.
/AAAgh! Stop, the light! I can't bear it, it's worse!/
//It burns, it burns! DAMN this light!//
Suddenly, there was nothing. White noise, silence.
Obi-Wan opened his eyes. Nothing but white. Zone out.
/Where am I?/
Silence. Then, another presence.
//Obi-Wan?//
/Father! Where are we. What is this!/
//We are...held by the light.//
/What light? Whose?/
//The purest light. That of souls devoted to and part of its'
essence.//
Pause. /The Masters are using their own souls./
//Yes. But it also requires use of their life essence.//
/Can we get out of here?/
//Difficult. The light weakens us. If we don't escape soon, we
never will. We would also be vulnerable to another attack,
probably physical in nature.//
/They will attempt to slay us while we are incapacitated and
weakened!/
//They feel they have no choice. I have other ideas.//
/As do I. I wish to punish them for their deceits and
falsehoods./
/As do I. I wish to punish them for their deceits and
falsehoods./
Pause. //Well said. But we must escape first.//
Slowly, the Jedi Masters approached the immobilized figures,
sabers raised for the final stroke.
"It ends" Kaddon whispered grimly. "May the winds favor thee,
as life does not."
Windu. "Lost love, lost hope. Be at peace now" his eyes stung.
Ooreth. "The dark must not have thee."
The other masters had no words. Merely purpose, and a need for
closure.
//Obi-Wan, we must make haste. Even now I sense an attack
coming.//
/Tell me what must be done./
//Concentrate as never before. Think of us, what we were, what
we have become. Call forth everything in you and join.
We must make a counterforce!//
/So be it./
Deep within they called the power, and it came.
Sabers arced forward. Yoda's eyes went wide. The prone figures
began to glimmer. Eyes opened unfocused, glowing, bizarre.
"STAY!!" he shouted, raising both hands. Too late.
All hell broke loose.
Force explosion! Light and dark, dancing madly about the
chamber, ripping marble, rending roof and floor. Jedi Masters
tossed about in the maelstrom like rag dolls. A loud CRACK!
Rending the mesh of light asunder.
Then, having spent it's fury, the storm subsided as quickly as
it came.
Qui-Gon shook his head, clearing it. Slowly he stood. The power
flowed through him, flooding him with strength.
"Obi-Wan?" he extended a hand.
Alien eyes met their match. The younger man rose, looking about
the destruction.
"We are free! It seems our would be captors are in poor
condition" he waved about the ruined temple. Many of
the Masters were pinned and stunned beneath the rubble. Two
prominent ones struggled to get to their feet.
"Not-not victory yet, dark ones" Yoda hissed, scrabbling from
under debris. "Still can I-"
Yellow eyes flashed. Qui-Gon smiled icily, folding his arms.
"You'll do nothing, Yoda. Nothing save acknowledge
defeat."
"Still have I power! Fall you have! Defeated, you will be!
Blackness, Abyss is thine! And perversion with thy own seed
seals thy damnation-"
Lips curled in a snarl, Obi-Wan abruptly stalked toward the
aged Jedi.
"Stop prattling, you troll. Shut up!" he put a
boot on Yoda, pinning him. Wide eyes stared up at the unholy
gaze.
Qui-Gon resumed calmly. "It may shock you to know that
the universe does not revolve around your judgement. Your power
means nothing to us. When you are nothing but flitting ghosts
dancing about the force, Obi-Wan and I will endure as you see
us now. Not Jedi, not Sith, will stand in our way."
"And what...is your way" another voice gasped. A tall slender
form staggered up, coated with fine powder from debris. Mace
Windu. "You who once were Jedi, now worse than any Sith."
"Ha! You always called me a Sith in Jedi's clothing. I am
of a mind that the galaxy, the universe is large. Within that,
there are many sentient beings looking for leaders to guide
them. Leaders who can show them alternatives to the
conventional norm. Alternatives such as absolute, total
freedom. Infinite choices..."
Windu shook his head slowly. "Anarchy, dissolution and chaos."
Yoda was still pinned. "IMMORALITY AND PERVERS-snnnnnn!"
Obi-Wan shifted his boot to the throat, choking off any further
response.
"We would guide those who seek us out. All would be free.
We would train and nuture them..."
"I'll hear no more blasphemies, Qui-Gon!"
In a blur too rapid to be seen, Windu activated his lightsaber.
Obi-Wan stepped off Yoda, reached out with equal speed. The
saber flew to his hand, to Windu's stunned amazement. Qui-Gon
pointed, hurling the Jedi Master to the wall with a bolt of
force, pinning him there.
He approached him. "Sweet Mace. That was foolish. In
honor of what was between us, I'll do you no harm."
The deep hued Jedi's eyes were ice. "Hell take thee,
once Qui-Gon."
Qui-Gon smiled, touched his cheek. "Hmm. Spurned lovers
are always bitter. You were good, Mace, but not perfect. And I
only want the best. Is that not right, my Obi?"
The weird eyes regarded him steadily. "Of course, my
love."
"A place resides for both of thee, well suited for thy
degeneracy!" Windu retorted.
Obi-Wan held Windu's lightsaber on Yoda, looking over at Mace
with scorn.
"Perhaps I should crack your skulls together and hear
what sound they make. You've caused us much grief over the
years."
Qui-Gon laughed, leaving off Windu. "We've taken enough
of their time, Obi-Wan. Come, the universe awaits."
Obi-Wan smiled coldly, slinging the deactivated saber across
the rubble. He joined Qui-Gon on the remnants of the central
dias.
Yoda held his throat. He spat. "My curse on thee!"
Obi-Wan laughed contemptuously. "The great Yoda reduced
to placing curses. Have a good one, toad!"
Qui-Gon spoke coolly. "I let you live because it amuses
me. Because I can. And because I want you to witness and know
what we will do to your ordered universe."
Windu collapsed to his knees, freed from the force vise.
"Insanity. You will be opposed."
"We fully expect to be. Not that it will matter. By then
we will have enough converts to balance any resistance.
Farewell. You no longer interest us."
In a flash of thunder, they were gone.
On a small rim world, two mighty beings lived in secluded
splendor. A polished bentonide structure stood alone in the
midst of a dense tropical forest. They had created a home on
the outskirts of the main counties, choosing to remain somewhat
isolated.
Inside the palatial dwelling, two men were indulging in their
compulsive pastime, making love.
"Sweet galaxy. Your mouth is so... exquisite, my Obi."
"MMngph" the younger man replied, swallowing greedily.
Languid strokes on the spiky hair. One last lap on a thick
cock. Obi-Wan moved up into a tight embrace.
Qui-Gon looked at him with lidded eyes. To think I once
believed making love would quell the fire. Since the
transformation, it only burns harder. The power drives this, I
know. It is ravenous, but oh, so sweet.
His handsome son returned the gaze, softly.
"Something will have to be done about the Jedi."
"Hmm? Perhaps. Time is our ally. We need not act in
haste."
The spiky head leaned in, nuzzling, inhaling scent. They
drifted off, cuddling.
Evening approached. Through the large bedroom window, moonlight
glistened off the two well muscled figures, sheening light
dancing along blue satin sheets. Obi-Wan's eyes opened slowly.
Something was poking him in the hip.
He smiled at the powerful body next to his own. Well, well,
what have we here?
Admiring the impressive endowment was nothing new to him. He
wasn't bad himself. Like father, like son.
Softly stroking the strained column of flesh, he got an idea.
Ghods, I'm getting hard myself. Since the transformation,
it's impossible to get a complete night's sleep when we're
together.
Reaching for Qui-Gon's waist, Obi-Wan flipped him over on his
stomach. Soft sleepy noise of protest. He stroked the muscled
back, sliding his hands down towards the buttocks, kneading
them. He pulled the thick thighs apart.
The sight of that body, prone and yielding, made his blood
thump. Panting now, he slid the long tail of hair to the side,
peppering soft kisses on the neck, shoulders, down the ridge of
the spine. Lower, to the hollow in the back towards the
tailbone. Teasing, whetting, sliding tongue slowly going down
the crevice of heat, finally to the tight opening. After
slicking it thoroughly, he forced his tongue inside, snaking it
upward, curling.
I know men who can't get a body like this working out in the
gym he thought idly, pressing for a spot.
And reached it. Qui-Gon nearly bucked him off the bed.
"Obi-Wan!" he cried hoarsely, stroking his weeping cock
underneath. "Hurry, my love, I can't wait."
Me neither Obi-Wan's mind hazed in response. He slid
between the long legs, cock streaming, already starting to come
as he entered his lover's body. I want to bang you
senseless!
"Do it!!" Qui-Gon shouted. "Give it to me...NOW!"
The bed creaked and shifted as Obi-Wan pounded. The fire raged
higher and higher building rapidly to a crescendo.
Qui-Gon grabbed the headstand, eyes partially closed, face set
in heated agony. The wild mane was everywhere. Obi-Wan battered
him mercilessly, reaching underneath and pinching stiff
nipples. Qui-Gon bucked and rocked, gripping the hard cock with
his body. Obi-Wan arched over his lover as he felt the hot
channel pull and stroke him tighter. Qui-Gon's eyes rolled back
in ecstacy.
"Ghods...YES!...hurt me, I'm coming!"
"Yesss!" Obi-Wan hissed, biting his shoulder.
Their bodies clenched, convulsed, and exploded. Wailing their
pleasure, they collapsed on the bed, gasping.
Obi-Wan stroked Qui-Gon's sides. "Oh...ghods, that was
so good."
Qui-Gon clutched at the satin sheets. "Yes, yes, so sweet, my
Obi" he panted dreamily.
They lay quietly a while as their breathing calmed. Obi-Wan
smiled in the darkness. I can make him want me anytime.
Suddenly, Qui-Gon flipped over, rolling Obi-Wan off.
"Hey!"
He turned to face Obi-Wan. "I might say the same, sweet one"
the face was feral, and definitely not satiated.
The aqua eyes shone above the sensual mouth. "Wait, my love,
I-"
Qui-Gon slid his tongue out, curling it over his lips. "Before
the transformation, I was still Master, you were still
padawan."
Before Obi-Wan could respond, his mouth was filled with a wet,
slithering tongue. Powerful arms crushed him against the hot
chest.
They remained in that position for a few minutes. Qui-Gon held
him breathless against his mouth, forcing a reaction. The
tongue worked fiercely along his tonsils, the roof of his
mouth, under his own tongue, and towards his throat. Obi-Wan's
mind fogged in desire. His body trembled with need and his cock
popped up again. Qui-Gon grabbed one of Obi-Wan's hands and
closed it over his own stiffening cock, guiding the younger man
to stroke him in rythym with tongue thrusts.
Galaxy, will this ever end? Obi-Wan wondered dazedly,
eyes fluttering closed. He clutched the broad back mindlessly,
one-handed.
Held tighter, hips grinding slow. The tongue stroked the
entrance to his throat, faster and faster...
He cried out against the burning mouth, shaking and coming,
splattering Qui-Gon's stomach with hot cream. Qui-Gon groaned
and broke as well, flooding Obi-Wan's pumping fist, covering
it.
Only then did Qui-Gon release his mouth. Obi-Wan
couldn't talk. His eyes rolled, head back, gasping.
Qui-Gon nuzzled along the fine jaw tenderly, tongueing the
cleft in the chin. "I have many tricks to try on thee" he
panted. "That was number one."
The younger man's eyes were glazed over. He stroked the broad
chest. "How-how many more do you have?"
Dazzling smile. "You'll find out."
A small buzzing sound, a muted flash. Both men looked towards
the night stand. The phone sphere was ringing.
"Who would attempt a communique at this time of night?" Obi-Wan
wondered, still foggy.
"I have no idea. Let's find out" Qui-Gon reached a long arm
out, popping out the receiver disk. He listened to it with keen
interest as the message was relayed. He keyed a delay response.
Smiling, he slid the disk back into the sphere.
Obi-Wan sat up, curious. "Who was it?"
Qui-Gon lifted an eyebrow, smirking. "Palpatine."
Obi-Wan returned the smile. The galaxy was about to get
extremely interesting...
EPILOGUE
Two water slickened figures lounged in a massive red marble
tub. Their obsessive love was all consuming, interrupting their
conversation with lustful moments. Obi-Wan's head lay across
Qui-Gon's stomach, the rest of the bronzed body stretched out
in scented water.
"Father, I have a question about Tallandra."
Qui-Gon opened his eyes slowly. "Go on" he stroked Obi-Wan's
golden back.
"Why would the government of Drakkan hunt her down? Surely a
priestess alone couldn't cause so much calamity!"
"They feared her."
"But why?"
Qui-Gon took the beautiful face in both hands.
"My son, my love, my other half. Tallandra was not a
priestess of light."
Obi-Wan sighed, arched up underneath Qui-Gon's chin, nuzzling
and tongueing his throat. "I suspected as much. But surely she
would be pleased at our happiness now."
Qui-Gon pulled him into a voracious kiss. "No doubt, my love,
no doubt at all."
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