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The air car shook, sending its passengers back and forth;
tossed like leaves strewn in the path of the wind. For a moment
everything became still, silence and darkness between the
shuttle occupants. Obi-Wan shivered, his imagination playing
with his senses before motion and noise resumed and the shuttle
hit the ground with a loud crash. The vehicle shuddered once.
Emergency lights flickered to life, leaving faces oddly
shadowed and grim; it danced off the paristeel walls -an
elusive animal toying with its hunters.
Obi-Wan loved how his master took control of the situation,
quickly ascertaining that nav and comm controls were both down
and that the staff had no idea where they had landed. Qui-Gon
organised the passengers and staff into two main groups, one to
be left with the air car, to help with the wounded and to work
on repairs to the damaged vessel, the other splitting off into
search parties, all charged with returning to the air car with
food, fuel and any information they could gather.
Obi-Wan watched with pleasure as his master effortlessly doled
out duties until even the smallest among them had been assigned
a task that would make him feel useful.
Then Qui-Gon strode to the door, Obi-Wan following in his wake.
He watched, hand on his lightsaber, as his master palmed the
door plate, closing his eyes in concentration. The bearded face
was thrown in stark relief, the light casting most of the
familiar features into shadow while highlighting a single ear
and cheekbone. Obi-Wan felt the soft wave of Force as Qui-Gon
slid apart the internal mechanism of the lock.
Obi-Wan stepped next to his master as the door opened and
looked around.
"Not what I was expecting," ventured Obi-Wan.
"It certainly doesn't match the information in the database,"
agreed Qui-Gon. Eladynnus was purported to be a hilly, green,
bright planet. The terrain they were supposed to have been
traversing was a national forest and according to the chrono on
board the air car it was close to midday and should have been
bright beneath the twin suns. But that wasn't what they were
looking upon at all.
It was a dark and stormy night. Wind howled around an open area
holding rows of square cut rocks, with carvings on them.
Obi-Wan stepped cautiously down the gangplank.
"1-9-6-6-dash-1-9-9-2," he read from one of the cut stones.
"Burial markers, I would imagine."
"Yes, Master, but not the kind that would mark Eladynnus
remembrance fields. And the numbers, they seem a bit odd - do
you think they represent dates?"
"That would be the most logical conclusion, Padawan, though
they are dates unlike any I've seen before. And they certainly
are not Eladynnusan. Which leaves the question of where are
we?" Qui-Gon turned and waved forward the search parties. "You
and I should split up, Obi-Wan. We'll cover more ground that
way. You go that way," suggested Qui-Gon, long finger pointing
off toward Obi-Wan's right.
"Yes, Master."
"Eyes and senses open, Padawan. We don't want to miss anything
that could help us solve the mystery of where we are and how we
came to be here."
Obi-Wan inclined his head and proceeded in the opposite
direction from his master. The sounds of beings quickly
disappeared as Obi-Wan strode away from the air car. His
surroundings changed little: uneven row upon uneven row of
burial markers. Some were brightened by flowers, others sported
painted pieces of wood and plastic formed into t's.
Occasionally a tree or larger marker would break up the
landscape and every so often Obi-Wan had to walk around a deep,
rectangular hole in the ground. They were empty. He knew as he
had peered into each one.
He began to feel uncomfortable, the hairs on the back of his
neck standing up. The feeling grew as he continued to explore
and he began to look around more surreptitiously, trying to
determine what was wrong. The sound of footsteps had him
whirling, but he could see no one. He called the Force to him,
planning to use it to extend his search, but found it
unfamiliar and unwieldy. He realised that this was why he'd
been feeling so strange -the Force was different somehow -not
gone or disappeared, but changed, skewed and he had trouble
controlling and even accessing it.
Turning his head as he walked, Obi-Wan tried to gauge how far
he'd come, but with the air car no longer in sight and no
visible landmarks, he couldn't tell how far he was from his
starting point. He wondered if it was time to return to the
ship, but before he could decide he fell clumsily into one of
the holes. He gave a startled shout as his head hit the stone
and then his vision went grey, fading to black.
Obi-Wan woke feeling disoriented and raised a hand to his
aching head; a dull throb that worsened as he opened his eyes.
He'd been moved while he was unconscious. He seemed to be in a
cave, arms chained to the wall above his head. A single torch
lit the area. He reached out to the Force, using it to dull the
pain in his head. Though still not 'right', the Force
nonetheless obeyed his command and the pain in his skull faded.
His attempt at breaking the shackles around his wrists was
forestalled by a voice.
"Well, well, well, look who's finally awake."
Obi-Wan looked up to find a thin, pale figure dressed in black.
His short hair was quite yellow, with black roots. There was
something...off about him, but Obi-Wan couldn't quite place
what it was. He stood still, eyes on the being in front of him,
watching the black eyes glitter at him. They were full of
amusement. And hunger. Obi-Wan slowly licked his lips and
pulled at the chains that held his arms above his head. This
could be fun.
"Why aren't you scared?"
"Am I supposed to be?" asked Obi-Wan.
"You should be bloody terrified."
"Why do you want me to be?"
"For a start you'll taste better."
"You're going to eat me?" Obi-Wan's own amusement leaked
through, along with a soft hint of the arousal that he'd
started to let past his calm. Many cultures used consumption
metaphors to talk about sex.
"Turn you, more like," replied the stranger.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes and reached out to the Force. He was
startled still by the way it felt off-kilter, but he was
growing used to the strangeness and it only took a little bit
of concentration to stretch the metal around his wrists enough
to free his hands. He held out his arms and slowly rotated.
"There you are," he said softly. "Do I go now?"
"Nice parlour trick," said the being. He moved forward with
almost Force speed and slid Obi-Wan's hands back into the
shackles, squeezing them closed again with his bare hands. "I
meant turn you as in into a vampire like me," he said with a
laugh.
"Down to the hair?" asked Obi-Wan, cocking his head to the side
and regarding the blond locks in question.
"You're one to talk. What happen? You have a run-in with a
scissor-demon?"
Obi-Wan laughed in response and allowed his arousal to show in
his eyes, giving the 'vampire' his best come-hither look.
"Look, this isn't a tea party, you know. I've knocked you out
and dragged you back to my lair to feed on you -that means suck
out your blood and turn you into a vampire like me."
"Oh," replied Obi-Wan, disappointed.
"What?"
"It's just that most people who kidnap me and bring me back to
their lair want to have sex with me."
The stranger tipped his head to the side and looked Obi-Wan up
and down.
"Well, I suppose maybe I can accommodate you on that. It'd be
more fun if you were scared though."
"I could pretend," offered Obi-Wan.
"Nah, it's not the same," replied the vampire with a pout. He
stepped forward and licked Obi-Wan's neck, slowly, from the
bottom of the v where his tunics met up to his chin.
"I'm Spike," he whispered into Obi-Wan's ear before nuzzling
the soft skin below the lobe. Obi-Wan let his head fall to the
side, giving Spike better access. The vampire hummed in
approval, the vibrations tingling over Obi-Wan's skin, making
him shiver in delight.
Spike rubbed his nose along the line of Obi-Wan's exposed neck.
"I can smell you - sweet, even without the fear," said Spike
softly. He began to lick at Obi-Wan's skin again, tongue agile
and strangely cool. Obi-Wan moaned his approval, his shaft
beginning to grow hard within the confines of his leggings.
"I especially like this," said Spike, hand wrapping Obi-Wan's
braid within its hold. The vampire tugged, pulling Obi-Wan's
head further to the side, only stopping when Obi-Wan moaned,
pain nibbling at the edges of his pleasure.
Then Spike bit him.
Obi-Wan yelped, the sound turning into another soft moan as
Spike's tongue lapped at the blood before he closed his lips
over the spot and began to suck. Cool hands with clever fingers
were pulling open Obi-Wan's clothes, running lightly over his
skin, leaving fevered flesh in their wake.
Obi-Wan could feel his heart beating, he could feel the blood
rushing through his veins in hot pulses. He could feel Spike
sucking at his neck, drinking Obi-Wan's blood as if filling
himself with Obi-Wan's essence. Shivering at the thought,
Obi-Wan's penis grew harder. With a soft whimper, he shifted
his hips.
Spike's nose nuzzled his ear again. "Easy, pet, I'll take care
of you." And then the vampire was sucking his neck again as one
hand closed over Obi-Wan's erection. It was amazing, like
nothing he'd ever experienced. It was as if there was a live
wire in his body between his shaft and his neck where Spike's
mouth was fastened and bolts of electricity passed along the
wire between the two points of Obi-Wan's body.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He felt dizzy,
weak, on fire. And then he was coming, crying out as his
pleasure passed over him like a wave of heat and chill. Spike
stepped away from him and he went limp, staying upright thanks
only to the chains.
Obi-Wan opened his eyes to a world that seemed dim and tinged
softly grey. He could feel his life force drifting, pulling
away from his body. He realised he was dying and reached out
for the Force.
"Stay with me, Pet," said Spike and as Obi-Wan watched through
hazy eyes, the vampire pulled open his black shirt and raked
his nails across his own shoulder and down his chest. Crimson
drops slowly formed on the pale chest, welling up from the cuts
and Obi-Wan leaned forward to lick them off, driven by some
instinct. He licked from the top of the scratches down toward
Spike's nipple, drawing the blood into himself, feeling it
re-energize him. The scratches ended at Spike's nipple and
Obi-Wan sank his teeth into the raised bit of flesh, worrying
it until the blood flowed freely into his eager mouth.
Spike gasped in pleasure though Obi-Wan barely heard the sound;
all his senses were focussed on the wound he'd inflicted and
the hot, sweet blood that filled his mouth. It tasted of
himself and of Spike. It smelled of their lust and their
pleasure and he drank until he felt whole again. And still he
drank, revelling in Spike's moans of pleasure. Revelling in the
energy that fed between them as Spike's lips closed over the
soft skin of Obi-Wan's wrist, just below the shackle and the
vampire's teeth broke the skin. Spike began to suck, bringing
the blood back into his body.
They formed a loop of lust and ecstasy, sharing blood and
pleasure and feral emotion. Spike's hands were on Obi-Wan's
body again, his touch like ice sliding over Obi-Wan's skin,
trailing fire instead of water. The vampire finally freed their
erections and held them together in his hands, pumping them as
one. The pleasure became more than two bodies could hold and
they came together, cries muted as they continued to feed of
one another.
He drew back when Spike let go of his shaft. Both of them were
panting, trying to catch their breath.
Obi-Wan could feel the wrongness of the blood flowing through
his veins, understood suddenly what Spike had meant when he'd
said "turned". He reached out for the Force, delighting as it
came easily at his call. Still twisted, different from what he
was used to, he now could control it. He closed his eyes and
concentrated on the blood that burned like fire through his
veins, sunk deep within himself until he was aware of his body
on the cellular level. Quickly he used the Force to heal
himself, changing the blood until it felt right within his
body.
Opening his eyes, Obi-Wan came face to face with Spike. The
vampire was watching him, head tilted to one side, eyes
narrowed. Spike reached out and covered Obi-Wan's heart with
the palm of his hand. He pulled it back as if burned and backed
away.
"How'd you do that?" demanded Spike.
Obi-Wan smiled serenely and concentrated on the metal around
his wrists. "The same way I do this." His hands slipped free of
the restraints and Spike took another step back.
"You aren't a slayer, are you? Not that I'd be surprised if you
were -this town's lousy with 'em."
"I don't know what a slayer is. I don't even know where I am.
Our ship crashed and we're trying to find out how to get back
home. I don't suppose you could help us?"
"You could always try clicking your heels together and saying
'there's no place like home'," spat Spike before he turned and
headed out of the cave at top speed.
Righting his clothes, Obi-Wan reflected on how enjoyable the
interlude had been, but now it was time to get back to the
matter at hand. It was time to get back to the air car and
Qui-Gon. He pondered Spike's suggestion as he made his way out
of the cave, discovering that he was still within the confines
of the seemingly endless expanse of burial markers. Closing his
eyes, he let the Force guide him back to his master.
Qui-Gon was waiting for him, pacing along the length of the
vehicle, one hand on his lightsaber, the other swinging at his
side.
"Obi-Wan!"
"Master." He stepped into the welcoming arms, lingering in the
familiar embrace.
"Are you all right, Padawan? When I realised that there was
something wrong with the Force in this place I tried to find
you, but you had disappeared quite thoroughly. I was worried."
"I was waylaid by a native, Master, but he did not harm me and
he did give me a suggestion to get us back to Eladynnus."
"Come then, everyone is inside."
Obi-Wan followed his master up the gangplank, admiring the view
as he went. He wondered what his master would think if he told
him of Spike and the things they'd done. Would Qui-Gon be
shocked or would it turn him on, would it make him see Obi-Wan
as an object of lust, a sexual being rather than just his
padawan, his student and friend?
"What do we need to do, Padawan?"
His master's query interrupted his thoughts and Obi-Wan waved
him away. "Nothing, Master. If I understood correctly, all I
need to do is tap my heels like this," Obi-Wan clicked his boot
heels together, "and say there's no place like home." He
repeated the phrase several more times and suddenly the ship
shuddered and jerked and then stilled once again.
There was a noise from outside the air car and then the door
slid open and the gangplank descended, an Eladynnusan in a
silver and blue uniform appeared.
"Welcome to Rehctaw Port. We hope you've enjoyed your trip and
please use AirWaves for all your skyway needs."
Qui-Gon's hand came down on Obi-Wan's shoulder. "Well done,
Padawan," murmured his master. Obi-Wan smiled serenely and
leaned into the touch, breathing deeply, pleasure filling him
at the scent of his master's blood.
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