He had wanted to wait until that evening, but the hunger would
not let him do so. It hammered his senses, burned at the back
of his throat. His body was already weak with need.
Obi-Wan stood atop a hill near a public park, swaddled in a
hooded, long sleeved robe pulled tightly against the sun.
Someone stray, dammit. Come this way.
He swayed a little. Must feed! A pause. He smelled
someone coming. Someone very foolish.
"Hey! What are you doing here, mister? Park security!"
Obi-Wan turned around. He inhaled the man's scent, his ripeness
of blood.
"Yes officer?" he managed. "Is there a problem?"
The uniformed man was tall, medium build with thick black hair
and moustached. He pointed at the park playgrounds. "Why are
you standing here, dressed like that on a sunny day?"
Obi-Wan stared at him. "I'm just out for a walk."
The officer shook his head. "I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to
move along. We've had...problems with interlopers at the
children's playgrounds recently. And you can't give me a
reasonable explanation as to why you're just standing here."
Obi-Wan approached him. "The children did interest me,
but not now that you're here" fangs gleamed in the
sunlight.
The officer reached for his disruptor. "What are you?!
You're coming with me-"
"Be still. Look into my eyes."
The man stood transfixed, unable to move. The disruptor dropped
from his hand.
It had barely touched the ground before Obi-Wan's fangs were in
his throat. Dragging his victim slowly down against the tree,
he gulped hungrily.
Sweet nectar, yes. The life.
Voices. "Where'd the ball go? You see it bounce this way!"
Damn. Obi-Wan looked in the direction of the sounds,
mouth dripping.
He touched the man's neck, sealing the open wounds. /Forget.
This never occurred./
He dived around some shrubbery as the voices got louder,
wrapping himself in invisibility.
Children. Bright, happy faces, full of energy. Father tells
me I was much like that when he selected me as padawan.
He squinted at the sky. I cannot stay out much longer in
this light, my skin begins to burn. I still hunger...
//Obi-Wan.//
/Yes. I will return shortly./
Pause. //Have you fed well?//
/No...not enough. I was interrupted. Still weak, but can
manage./
//Come. I have enough.//
Obi-Wan broke the contact. Not enough strength to teleport.
Must walk.
Pulling his hood down further, he headed for the outskirts.
He nearly collapsed in the kitchen doorway, pulling off his
cloak and cowl. Qui-Gon had been looking out, hurried
downstairs to him.
Dazedly, he looked up. "Sss. Father, weak. Help
me...hungerrr..."
Qui-Gon steadied him. "Come. Upstairs" he hooked an arm around
his son. He had just showered, wearing a thick robe.
They went into the bedroom. Qui-Gon undressed his son then
stretched out, pulling Obi-Wan on top of him. He turned his
head aside.
"Drink" he commanded, pulling the spiky head alongside his
neck.
Obi-Wan plunged inside, devouring the sweetness. Qui-Gon's eyes
closed in rapture.
//Yes, my son, take what you need...//
Clinging tightly to each other, their bodies trembled in
delight. They had discovered exchanging blood was akin to sex.
The sensations were indescribable and exquisite. It also served
well whenever victims were difficult to come by, buying them an
extra day or two.
It never failed to bring them to orgasm, either. As Obi-Wan
drank, his erection ground against Qui-Gon's, their groins
moving in slow motion.
Again it was over too soon. Jerking and spasming, thick wetness
exploded between their bodies while Obi-Wan fed.
He finished, gasping and energized. Kissing the strong neck,
stroking the wound, sealing it.
"Thank you, father" he said softly.
Qui-Gon turned his head, biting Obi-Wan's neck affectionately.
"You are most welcome. I worried about you going out so far in
the daylight."
Soft nuzzle. "I...wandered a bit. People were scattered about
today."
"Hmm. Our favorite Senator slash Sith called again while you
were gone."
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. "Palpatine again? Can't he take
no for an answer?"
Qui-Gon sat up. "Apparently not. However, I relish the
opportunity to meet him and his cronies face to face. Then
perhaps we can put an end to all this nonsense of rebuilding
the Empire."
Small snarl, exposing long teeth. "Persistence is one thing,
but this is ridiculous. Palpatine means to control us! He cares
nothing about an alliance."
The bronzed body wracked with tremors. Qui-Gon pulled Obi-Wan
close, stroking his back and shoulders.
"Ssh. Enough, Obi-Wan. You must rest now. I must rest.
We will need to be at full strength when we are contacted
again."
Green eyes narrowed. "You expect a conflict."
Qui-Gon considered, blue eyes darkening. "Knowing Sith the way
I do...they will not say it, but yes. They always cloak their
true motives. Nor do I trust their so-called 'plan' for the
galaxy. The moment they think our usefulness done, we would be
considered disposable."
"Rarrghhh!!" Obi-Wan roared ferally, nearly bounding from the
bed.
With blinding speed, Qui-Gon grabbed him, pinning him down.
Eyes blazing, mane tumbling down around them.
"SSSssss" he growled, teeth flashing. "Be still! Your
blood rages high right now. There will be time enough later for
shredding necks. Rest!"
"But-"
He stroked across the forehead. Eyes drooped.
"Dirty...trick...father." he was out. Qui-Gon soon joined him.
The conclave met on Orious. An eerily lit chamber with booming
hallways and echoing walls.
The most prominent Sith Lords had gathered. Palpatine, Krydd,
Simian, Drakk, Mordo, Arcus, Geth, Pelu. Together they would
hold a galaxy in an iron fist.
All bore the scars of their corruptions. Drakk spoke first.
"So. Palpatine. What is the report on the condition of Maul?"
The lean form angled back in his seat. "Inconclusive but
disturbing. Apparently he is under the influence of some sort
of mind screen. It may be mystical in nature."
Mordo. "But are his loyalties affected?"
Palpatine considered. "Yes and no. He serves us still. However,
I sense that his loyalties are now divided. Forced, if you
will. He can do nothing against Qui-Gon or Obi-Wan. They
control Maul on the subconscious level. This makes him
unpredictable and dangerous."
Simian tapped her fingers on the table. "What manner of power
do they have, that a Sith Lord would have his will subsumed in
such a manner?"
"Outside the lines" Drakk surmised. "Are they truly
vampyre? "
Arcus waved a hand. "Bah! Such beings don't exist."
Geth. "Do we know this? We must have their secrets! All beings
are vulnerable. Qui-Gon was ever formidable, and rumor has it
that the boy-" she broke off , leaving the thought unsaid.
Palpatine eyed her sharply. "Say, woman! What of Obi-Wan?"
She hesitated. "They...are bonded."
He snorted. "We surmised as much. That isn't news, Geth. After
witnessing some of their battle, it's clear they chose to
disobey the precious tenets of the ass tight Jedi."
"More than you know" she retorted. "That is only part of
the rumor."
Kragg sensed an opening. "Oh? In Imperial circles, another
connection was hinted at, as I recall."
She grinned widely, as if revealing a great secret. "Obi-Wan is
Qui-Gon's son."
Stunned silence. The lords looked at one another. Pause.
Palpatine smiled, laughed. "Ha! Well did we try to recruit him,
once!"
Krydd joined in. "Why, that is positively...Sith!"
The other lords howled in delight.
Their improved ability to move about in daylight allowed them
to maintain the garden. It was unnatural for them to have much
motion in the daylight hours. Usually after nightly forays into
town they would sleep away the afternoon. But this day they
were both restive, working outside in their blue garden
coveralls.
"The flowers bloom beautifully this spring, Obi-Wan" Qui-Gon
noted.
Obi-Wan nodded, digging around shrubbery. "The wisterias in
particular are coming in well. But if we were to move to
another planet, say Urus..."
Qui-Gon studied him. "Urus? That's a nightworld. Plants of this
sort wouldn't grow there. Five hours of sunlight would never
sustain them" he paused. "What are you really thinking?"
The younger man sat down in the grass. "Only that perhaps we
should consider the possibility of moving..."
Qui-Gon sat next to him. "Why? There is no need. We have
sufficient ability to move about in the sun."
"But it still weakens us with too much exposure."
"Only if we're foolish enough to stay out for sustained
periods" the nightblue eyes bored into him. "That isn't the
only reason you want to leave."
Obi-Wan studied him. "The possibility of unlimited movement
doesn't appeal to you? On Urus, we could practically stay up
all day..."
Qui-Gon corrected him. "Or night, as it were. But
there's something else, isn't it? Palpatine, perhaps?"
His son nodded. "I don't trust him. He's too persistent, almost
obsessed."
Qui-Gon considered. "We can consider our options after we
settle matters with the 'good' Senator."
Obi-Wan moved closer, face heated. "Why do we have to deal with
him at all?"
Qui-Gon slid his hand inside Obi-Wan's coverall, massaging his
chest. "Because he will force the issue anyway. He is drawn to
our power like a moth to flame. We cannot ignore one another,
it is impossible."
Obi-Wan leaned back, enjoying the attention. His nipples ached
badly, and the soothing hand eased them a bit.
Being perpetually horny and hungry is a drawback.
"An unfortunate aspect of our transformation, I'm afraid"
Qui-Gon had pulled Obi-Wan's uniform open, kissing his chest
and stomach.
Eyes glazed, teeth sharpening. "We...should go inside" he
panted.
Blue eyes blazed, lit. "Hsss. I will love you right
here."
His mouth closed on Obi-Wan's erection, peeking out the front
of his coveralls. Gently, he fanged along the shaft, nipping
and sucking, lapping at the velvet head.
Obi-Wan squirmed and rolled from side to side, moaning.
Qui-Gon's tongue sliding between the soft sacs, long teeth
dragging over them. Reaching inside his own coverall, he pulled
out a tight erection, stroking himself in rhythm.
Obi-Wan clawed at Qui-Gon's hair, gasping and wailing for more.
His nipples were hot now, poking up with need.
Qui-Gon was already spurting in the grass, hips jerking up.
Lifting his head rapidly, he bit down on the tip of Obi-Wan's
erection. Hard.
Obi-Wan cried out, thrashing and bouncing, flooding his mouth
thickly. Qui-Gon gobbled up every drop. Softly he kissed the
moist belly. Obi-Wan lay sated, blinking dazedly.
Qui-Gon kissed him again. //Now we can go inside.//
On the outskirts of the county, no one saw two airborne figures
crossing the moon over the horizon.
//A lovely night for flying, Obi!// Qui-Gon's long mane was
everywhere in the wind. He looked like a giant bird of flight,
white linen shirt and dark blue pants clinging in the breeze.
Obi-Wan laughed, feeling giddy. /Look down, father, you can see
the entire landscape!/
Qui-Gon turned his head. //I see my beautiful son, as well.// A
fine sight, he thought. The spiky hair rippling in the wind,
long braid straight back. A falcon in flight, emerald eyes,
high cheekbones, clad in a green uni-suit.
Big smile. /You're making me blush. Knock it off!/
They flew over a nearby lake.
"Can't take a compliment, eh?" Qui-Gon teased.
"Oh yeah? Let's see what you can take!" Obi-Wan flew
into him, tickling his ribs.
"Stop-stop that!" they tumbled around mid-air. Qui-Gon laughed
too hard. He grabbed Obi-Wan from behind, a head lock.
"Get out of this if you can!"
"Watch!" he spun, poking him in the stomach. It was too much.
Concentration broken, they plummeted a hundred feet into the
lake.
The loud impact didn't go unnoticed. There were campers nearby.
"What in Sith was that?!" an old man shouted from the
lake shoreline, pointing in the general direction. More figures
came running out of nearby tents at the noise.
"Regar, you ok? Sounded like a bomb went off out here!"
He pointed. "Something hit the lake out there, but I don't see
anything."
A woman turned on her hand held ray beam. "Let's try to throw
some light out there. Maybe a boat collided into the
shoreline."
The crowd gathered at the waters edge, straining eyes in the
darkness. The light beam flared across the water.
"Don't see anything at all, Trayni" another man replied.
Icy darkness, wet cold.
Qui-Gon had no idea how far down he was, but he had no
intention of staying there.
//Obi-Wan?//
Silence. //Obi-Wan!//
/I'm nearby. Hit my head on the bottom, I think./
//Are you alright?//
/Just a bad headache. Let's blow this burg./
//Meet you at the top.//
Upwards he swam, seemingly taking forever. Down and up are
the same in darkness he mused.
He broke the surface, clearing his eyes. Where's Obi?
Long moments went by. Maybe I should go down again,
and...
Loud splash beside him, suddenly. Startled, Qui-Gon nearly
leaped out of his skin.
His handsome son laughed. "Scare you?"
Qui-Gon smirked at him. "Laugh this off!" he dunked him.
"Regar, I don't see what made the noise" Trayni complained.
"Unless there's someone in distress, There's no reason we all
need to be stumbling around out here."
A tall man answered, "besides, away from the campsite, it's
black as pitch. You can barely see a mile off, even with the
boom light."
"Kipp's right" a thickset woman with gray hair responded.
"There's no boat as far as we can tell. It may have just been a
fish coming up. This planet does have some pretty large
species."
They all headed back. "Hmph" the old man grumbled to himself,
looking back at the lake. "Something unnatural is out there. I
feel it in my bones."
It was true. Two very unnatural beings were in the lake. But
not for long. Once again, they had taken to the air.
Qui-Gon noticed his son's distress as they flew. "Obi-Wan.
Let's land at the shoreline. I wish to examine your head for
wounds."
The younger man winced. "I'm fine. Concentration's...a little
off, but..." he began to freefall.
Qui-Gon dived quickly, catching him. They slowly levitated down
towards the shoreline, boots gleaming in the moonlight.
They were seen.
"What...Gaybo, did you see that??""
A thin, nervous man squinted in the dark next to his friend.
"C'mon, Teeg. They've probably got on anti-grav belts or
somethin'."
"Do you really believe that?"
"I don't know. It is weird, though."
"Let's get a closer look" Teeg whispered. "They can't see us in
the dark anyway."
"Okay, but I hope we aren't making a mistake" he poked his
friend in the ribs, nudging him along.
"Let's go."
Silently, they crept through the hedges.
Obi-Wan was sitting in the grass near the lakeline.
"Stop squirming, Obi. I have to examine your head!"
"Sorry. Guess I'm a little distracted." /Do you sense.../
"Turn your head to the side." //Over in the bushes, about a
hundred feet off. We have company.//
Qui-Gon traced along the hairline, feeling a small bump.
Obi-Wan kept turning towards the direction of the interlopers.
"Be still, so I can heal this." //They aren't dangerous, just
nosey.//
Obi-Wan's nostrils flared. /They come closer./
Qui-Gon touched the injury, reducing the swelling. //Let them.
They are nothing to be concerned about.//
Teeg peered around a large tree. "Just looks like two guys to
me. One of 'em's hurt, I think."
Gaybo stood alongside. "I still want to know-" he stepped
forward, tripping over a vine. "Damn!"
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan both turned at the sound.
"You blew it, man! Now they know where we are."
Gaybo poked him. "So what! We ain't done nothing..."
"Stay here a moment, while I see to our 'friends' over there"
Qui-Gon whispered, putting a hand on his son's shoulder.
Obi-Wan nodded. /I'm still a little dizzy, anyway./
"Let's book. Something about this scene bothers me" Teeg pulled
at his buddy's sleeve.
Gaybo squinted at him in the dark. "Yeah, something don't add
up. We saw those guys fly..."
"I told you, they must be wearing anti-gravs!"
"SHH! Fool. Now they show up on the shoreline, and one of 'ems
hurt. And don't forget that loud noise. Something hit the
water!"
"May I help you gentlemen?"
They all but leaped out of their skin. A towering figure stood
behind them, clothing drenched.
Gaybo whispered in his buddy's ear. "He ain't wearing no
anti-grav!"
His partner hissed back. "He took it off, dummy."
Qui-Gon stared at them. "You have a problem?"
Teeg spoke first. "Well, ah. We saw you guys on the lake and
thought you might need help."
The two men stared, noting his wet clothes. Graybo answered
next.
"Yeah...we heard something hit the lake. So did a bunch of
other people. You have an accident or something?"
Qui-Gon could scent their blood, pulsing through the warm skin,
so tempting...
They are too close. Damn this thirst!
Something in his expression made them stand back a little.
"Look, man" Gaybo held his hands up. "We don't want no trouble.
We were just curious, and-"
"There is...no harm done" another voice responded behind them.
Obi-Wan.
Qui-Gon looked at him quickly. //You are?//
Small smile. /Better. But the hunger burns me./
Teeg and Gaybo noticed the exchange. They looked about
nervously.
Gaybo. "Hey, we'll leave you guys alone. I mean, you seem ok,
and-"
Qui-Gon moved forward, slightly. "Ssss. You can help us" his
eyes gleamed. He reached a hand out.
Gaybo nearly backed into Teeg. "Let's get out of here!" he
shouted.
They turned to run. Obi-Wan jumped in front of them, smiling.
"There is no need to leave. Stay a bit."
They stared at him, rooted to the spot.
"G-get back, freak" Teeg stammered.
Qui-Gon stood alongside. "You interrupted us. Now we will
interrupt you."
Gaybo's eyes went wide in horror. "What...are you talking
about? Why are you...looking at us that way?"
Weird eyes regarded them. Reddened lips parted, showing long
teeth.
"Think of nothing" Qui-Gon commanded. "Come to us."
They had barely moved forward when the two vampyres pounced.
Obi-Wan had dragged Teeg down into the grass, noisily sucking
his throat. Qui-Gon gulped greedily from Gaybo, pinning him
against a tree.
They had nearly finished, leaving their victims unconscious,
when a laser blast fired along the lake shore.
Roaring in rage, Qui-Gon dived away from the tree, the blast
just missing his back. Gaybo fell to the ground. Obi-Wan rolled
away from Teeg, gaining his feet and bounding across the
meadow.
"Who??" he snarled in anger, looking about.
Another laser blast, firing in his direction.
"Down!!" Qui-Gon shouted nearby.
Obi-Wan dived over a hedgecrow. On the other side of the
meadow, Qui-Gon crouched behind a tree.
Voices. "This way! I saw them run. They attacked Teeg and
Gaybo!"
Footsteps. Five figures burst into the meadow, weapons gleaming
in the dark.
"Oh ghods, look at them!" a tall, thin man exclaimed. They
surrounded the two men.
A woman looked them over. "We should've listened to Regar.
Whatever's going on out here is all connected, but-" gasp.
"Their throats! Something's torn them open!"
"We've got to get them to a doctor." another voice.
Obi-Wan couldn't make out what was happening with all of them
huddled over the two prone figures.
A heavyset man snorted. "We'll punish the degenerates who did
this, and contact the authorities! Winne, let's do a search-"
//Obi-Wan.//
/Understood./
In a flash of power, they were gone.
They appeared in their home moments later.
"That was close, father. I've no interest in developing a
tolerance for laser burns."
Qui-Gon laughed slightly. "True. But now the authorities will
be involved. I think it's time to reconsider your idea."
The handsome face smirked. "The one I had earlier, or the one I
have now?" he put his arms around his lover, eyeing him hotly.
Qui-Gon kissed him quickly. "Nympho. I'm talking about the
possibility of moving to Urus."
The emerald eyes brightened. "You'd really consider it?
"Yes. And the prospect of living on a nightworld is most
appealing."
Onious. Chamber of Apoklipz.
The Sith Lords held hands, chanting. A large urn was the focal
point of their energies. An urn containing their blood.
"Let it begin" Krydd stated. "Their own essence will draw them
forth. Concentrate."
"Send need, send force of will. The mystic circle forms" Arcus
intoned.
The urn burst into flame. Fire streamed about the chamber,
forming a lattice like pattern of containment.
Geth. "Good. This will hold them. Give the spell of calling."
Palpatine extended both hands outward. "Think dark thoughts,
Lords. Think Power. Control. Begin."
By wind and way
where dark holds sway
motion and turn
fire and burn
tempest and flood
lust and blood
power is due
let essence be true!
The Lords pulsated with a red nimbus of energy. Fire flew from
their eyes, forming a vortex in the center of the chamber. A
vortex that expanded...
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon were lounging in the living room, watching
a movie on their large projection screen.
At least they were watching the movie at first. After a
while, they were considering options for their own, personal
entertainment.
Qui-Gon held his son close. "You...feel so good, Obi."
"Hmm" the spiky head tucked underneath, kissing along the
bearded jawline. He stroked the muscled chest. "Shall we get
undressed and discuss it?"
Qui-Gon groaned, eyes closed in pleasure. He leaned forward for
a kiss.
Come, Qui-Gon. Ride the night.
His eyes snapped open. "Obi-Wan! Something is happening..."
The younger man sat up, startled. "What's wrong?"
Come, Obi-Wan. Dance the darkness.
They both stood abruptly. Qui-Gon swayed a little. Obi-Wan
leaned into him.
He put a hand to his head. "Must go to the call...can't
resist."
They appeared in a clap of thunder, surrounded by Sith in a
gloomy and fiery chamber.
Disoriented, they roared ferally, baring long fangs in the red
glare.
"Impressive. Greetings, dark ones" Palpatine gave an infernal
smile.
Obi-Wan stepped forward. "You will learn to accept no for an
answer-"
He lunged through the air with a motion no gymnast could copy.
Striking the red mesh of energy, he bounced off, landing on his
back.
"What? A containment?" he shouted in stunned surpise.
Qui-Gon looked about, eyes narrowing. "Explain, before I lose
my patience. We sent your agent back, Palpatine. Nor are we
interested in your mad plans."
Simian intervened. "Conquest is not insanity. It is order,
control. You will see our point of view. We are meant to
bond."
Qui-Gon snarled. "Enough of this nonsense" he reached out,
hurling a bolt of blue black lightning. It cast an eerie light
counteracting the red glow of the containment spell. The two
forces crashed together, rocking the chamber. Everything
momentarily went black.
Then the chamber returned to normal. The Sith Lords were now
standing.
"Your power is everything we knew it would be" Mordo noted with
satisfaction. "However, you will not leave here until we are
unified in thought as well as function."
"Idiots. What part of no is so hard to comprehend?!"
Obi-Wan demanded. "Were we interested in your offer, we would
have approached you first!"
"Beware" Palpatine threatened. "You are but new to your current
state. We are Lords of the Sith. Do not threaten us,
stripling."
Obi-Wan curled a lip. "How's this, then?" The air suddenly
filled with glowing green globules. They hurled across the
chamber in a random pattern.
"Shield!" Palpatine commanded. The Sith lifted their hands.
Multicolored energy bands danced about. The globes ricocheted
about, then dissipated.
"Stay on it, old man. When your shields slip, my mind bombs
will blow you apart" Obi-Wan laughed defiantly, sharp teeth
gleaming.
"This is not our purpose" Palpatine refused to engage further.
Qui-Gon said nothing, probing the chamber for an avenue of
escape.
//Obi-Wan. We are leaving. Now.//
/Fine by me. I've had enough of these Jaspers./
//Hardly. There is no escape.// Palpatine.
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan disappeared...
Then returned. They looked about wildly, frowning.
"Surprised?" Geth asked. "Your own power binds you here as much
as ours. Be still and listen to our proposal."
Obi-Wan looked at Qui-Gon. "We can't teleport fa-Qui-Gon."
Geth nodded at Palpatine in satisfaction. So the rumors
were true.
Palpatine grinned at her. Indeed. He resumed with his
captives.
"Do be reasonable. You would be surprised, I think, to find
that we have much in common."
Qui-Gon forced himself to reason. Action would come later.
"Speak your piece, Sith Lord. I am listening" he folded his
legs lotus style, and levitated in the air.
"I fail to see what you have to say that Maul didn't" Obi-Wan
wasn't convinced. He likewise levitated, although in a standing
pose. He folded his arms.
Palpatine steepled his hands. "Let me begin. We witnessed the
battle with the Jedi involving you and your son."
Qui-Gon gave him an innocent look. "A son? I don't know what
you mean?"
Palpatine looked over at Obi-Wan. "Please, Qui-Gon. We know of
your little secret. The catalyst for your transformation, no?"
Obi-Wan growled warningly at him.
"Ssss. You place too much faith in your containment. Do not
taunt me, Palpatine. I'm not so easily baited."
He waved a hand. "I would never dream of it. But if one must
fall, who better for than one's own child?"
/If only I knew the structure of this containment/ Obi-Wan
swore.
//Soon enough. I need a bit more time.//
Qui-Gon decided on a tactic. "How fares your Maul?"
Palpatine's expression darkened. "I would know what you did to
him. I'm not amused!"
"It is...none of your business" Qui-Gon responded, taunting.
"He is ours, any time we choose. We have no real need for him,
in any case."
"You dare speak so of a Sith Lord" Mordo fumed. "A spell of
fusion would tame your arrogance!"
"It appears the Sith are as bad as the Jedi" Obi-Wan observed.
He looked about the room. "And please remember...it didn't go
well for them, either" he grinned coldly.
"And" Qui-Gon added, "his mind was open. So easy to control" he
taunted further. "Presumably his training was not
very...effective?"
Qui-Gon felt the Sith exerting pressure on their necks. He
ignored it.
I will shred your throat at the first opportunity and
laugh.
Palpatine blinked, trying not to let his surprise show.
"Not...funny, Sith. Treachery is your trade!" Obi-Wan shouted.
Do you think such simple tactics can harm us?" he hurled a
blast of neon orange energy. It danced wildly along the
containment spell, causing it to shimmer and flicker dimly.
The Sith Lords shifted back a little at the onslaught.
Palpatine moved forward again. "Perhaps not, Obi-Wan. Soon
enough will you see things our way. For I know that conquest is
your goal as well."
"You presume a great deal" Qui-Gon told him.
"According to Maul, you wish ultimate choices and freedom for
all, no?"
Qui-Gon glanced at his son briefly. "That is...true."
Palpatine nodded. "Do you expect us to believe you would make
this happen by passive intervention? Your very nature dictates
otherwise. You cannot deny it!"
Qui-Gon was grim. "Admittedly, I cannot. But I have no need of
an empire-"
Palpatine sensed an opening. "And you, Obi-Wan? Would your
desire for universal change come about by free will only?"
The younger man considered. "There would be free will" he
stated, then paused, smiling slightly. "With the proper
guidance."
The Sith Lords appeared satisfied with that answer.
Palpatine nodded. "So you see, our goals are not so far apart.
Are you so noble as to say otherwise?"
Qui-Gon was forced to confront the truth. "I...do not claim
nobility here. The power demands that I act."
Palpatine closed his eyes briefly. "Yes, I feel it. Wonderful.
So pure, and untainted."
"We suspected dissolution was not your primary goal,
despite what Maul told us" Geth stated.
Obi-Wan felt strange, soothed. Something was stroking his mind,
his senses. "Yes" dreamily. "But chaos is not a bad thing, no?"
he suddenly floated downward, sitting on the dias.
Palpatine tilted his head towards the younger man, eyes
glinting evilly in the infernal glare.
"Well said, Obi-Wan. Do not resist. Come to us, now."
"You...we are still at cross purposes" Qui-Gon felt dazed,
fighting his own mind. Something was wrong. He also lost
concentration, sinking downward and sitting on the floor.
"Oh yes, this is so nice" Obi-Wan sighed, looking over at
Qui-Gon. "Father, perhaps an alliance would work. Our power and
theirs, working in dark harmony, yes."
Qui-Gon felt dangerously euphoric all of a sudden. "We
are...being influenced? Palpatine..."
The Sith Lord eased through the containment spell, approaching
him.
Qui-Gon felt weak, passive. He sprawled in a sitting position,
holding his head. Obi-Wan was nearby, sitting and staring
blanky, a wan smile on his face.
/Feel so wonderful./
//It will get better, young one. Join us in sweet abyss.//
Palpatine.
The Sith kneeled in front of Qui-Gon. "Look at me, Qui-Gon. See
the truth of my words."
//I cannot turn away, I cannot look. Madness!//
Palpatine cupped his face. "Do neither, then. Let the power
guide you, and be free" the long fingers stroked his face,
tracing over his eyes and beard. Obi-Wan watched them with
anticipation.
So strong, handsome. There is nothing we cannot accomplish
together. Share with me.
//I want...//
"Since my early days as a public official, I had wanted thee"
Palpatine gasped, edging closer. "Time and again I chose you to
be at my side, but fate intervened. There will be no
interference now."
Without conscious thought, Qui-Gon's eyes opened, looking
directly at Palpatine, glowing.
Obi-Wan spoke, eyes wild with delight. "Share, father! The
power is ours. None will stop us."
Palpatine reached around Qui-Gon's neck, loosening the long
horse tail braid down his back. The locks tumbled everywhere.
"This will enter a new era" he breathed heavily. "The empire
will be reborn. Darkness shall rule!"
As one, the Sith Lords opened their robes, revealing partial
nudity. They waited.
/Orgy time!/ Obi-Wan curled his tongue over long fangs. /These
Sith know how to party.../
"Patience, stripling" Palpatine turned towards him momentarily.
He resumed with Qui-Gon.
"Speak. What is your desire, dark one!"
Qui-Gon smiled, flashing formidable teeth. "The joining,
yessss. Our power in harmony will be. I take what I want. The
will, the power is mine."
Obi-Wan shouted confirmation. Your right, father! Go
first, I will follow. These belong to us!"
Qui-Gon grabbed Palpatine, forcing him to the floor. He pushed
inside the thin lips with his tongue.
//Yes, let me feel your strength!!//
The Sith Lords watched, stroking themselves.
Qui-Gon tore at the fabric of the Sith Lords' robe, pinning him
underneath. Long nails raked across the thickly furred chest.
Obi-Wan felt an erection growing, straining against his
uni-suit.
I'll have my turn later, in private. And turn it I will!
"Aahhh. Ghods, this is perfect" Palpatine purred, as Qui-Gon
nipped and bit him on his chest and shoulders, raking his
buttocks with pointed nails.
"Ssss. And there is more, Palpatine" Qui-Gon licked his neck.
Obi-Wan's thighs began to twitch. His nipples ached, his balls
tightened.
I want to join in...
The Sith Lords folded their arms, eyes closed in concentration.
They were absorbing the sensations of Palpatine, drawing on the
power he felt.
Qui-Gon pressed long fangs against the throbbing neck,
touching.
Palpatine threw his head back in ecstasy. "Touch me, Qui-Gon,
as I have longed for you to do!"
Qui-Gon plunged inside, drinking the red wet gush.
Obi-Wan began to jerk and spasm, despite his sitting position.
His eyes closed as his uni-suit filled with a sticky flood.
Palpatine and the Sith Lords wore an expression of rapture as
Qui-Gon drank.
It was pleasure such as he had never known. He lay passively,
taking in the sweet sensations...
And then something went wrong.
Qui-Gon tore into his neck, ripping it open. Palpatine
screamed. The Sith Lords fell to the floor, howling in pain.
The spell was broken.
Obi-Wan blinked. We are free. I can control.
"Father! My will is my own again!" he bounded to his feet.
Palpatine was still shrieking, breaking free of Qui-Gon. He
rolled away, holding his open wound.
"Animal!! You tried to destroy me! You will pay for
this!" he staggered to his feet. He reached out.
Jagged spears of greenish power flared out, striking Qui-Gon.
Qui-Gon absorbed the force, standing quickly.
"You want power, Sith, the fire? Have some!!" he spat a stream
of flame at the Sith Lord's face.
Palpatine barely had time to stumble back, trying to shield and
protect his neck.
The other Sith Lords had recovered. Mordo made a hand gesture.
They moved in formation on the other side of the chamber.
"Burn them!"
The chamber exploded into a raging inferno.
Obi-Wan stood among the dancing flames. "Hraarrh. So, we fight.
Good!"
He saw Qui-Gon and Palpatine exchanging mystic shots.
"I am too strong for you, Sith. Yield and I may yet spare
your life."
"Hell take you, demon" Palpatine spat. "I am lord of the
conclave and bow to none" his neck was already healing. His
eyes glowed white.
"I return the gift!" he struck Qui-Gon with purest light.
Screaming like a banshee, Qui-Gon collapsed, his body lit with
white flame.
Obi-Wan reached out, extending both hands. A mighty tempest
whipped about the chamber, scattering the Sith and
extinguishing the fire. He raced over to Qui-Gon, putting an
arm around his shoulders.
"Father! Are you-"
The tousled head looked up. "I'll survive. A mystic flame,
meant to burn the soul. Not an experience I'd care to repeat."
Obi-Wan looked up. "Our friends return."
The Sith had regrouped, flying into the chamber, red sabres at
the ready.
Palpatine's face was a mask of rage.
"Join us or die!"
"This ends, Palpatine!!" Qui-Gon roared. Reaching low, he
touched the cavern floor.
The ground cracked open, heaving with the force of an
earthquake. Cavern walls and ceiling alike shattering apart,
flying large debris everywhere.
Several Sith were knocked down and crushed under flying
boulders. Others disappeared out of a gaping maw ripped into
the cavern ceiling, hurled out by the tempest.
Palpatine lay stunned on the broken dias floor.
Qui-Gon approached him, followed closely by Obi-Wan.
"It would seem your plans of conquest are on hold indefinitely"
Obi-Wan said with sarcasm. "Paybacks are hell, aren't they?"
Palpatine found his tongue. He struggled to sit up.
"You have won nothing, the Sith will survive. And this war is
yet begun."
"A war needs warriors" Qui-Gon retorted, snatching him up.
"Look about you, fool!" he indicated the devastation about
them.
Palpatine attempted to free himself, in vain. "All will be
recovered in due time. And I know more now than I did then."
"What's that mean" Obi-Wan demanded.
The Sith smirked. "The power is truly yours, but you are slave
to it as well. Know and accept that. Just as you must accept
the fact that you nearly bent to my will."
Qui-Gon slammed him down. "Farewell, Palpatine. When next our
paths cross, I will not forget this meeting."
Palpatine eyed him hungrily, up and down. "Sweet Qui-Gon, when
next we meet, the outcome will be...on my terms. And in my own
way."
Obi-Wan tugged his sleeve. "Let's go. I weary of his stench."
"Farewell, Qui-"
They were already gone.
The fighting had made their blood high.
They had barely reappeared in the living room before they
started clawing at each other. Clothing was torn and ripped
away.
/You looked so hot when you started to do Palpatine. I wanted
to join in./
//Liked that, did you?//
/Oh, yes./
//So did I.//
Qui-Gon nipped along the smooth jawline, down the silky neck.
Cupping his hands under Obi-Wan's buttocks, he pressed their
straining erections together, grinding hips and massaging the
lush behind. Obi-Wan groaned, sucking his lover's tongue
voraciously.
/Father, hurry. I'm going to burst./
"MMnn" Qui-Gon pulled slowly from the wet, hot kiss. Tongue
tracing down the ridge between the rounded pecs. Mouth grabbing
a lush nipple, lapping it. Reaching lower, twisting the
protruding navel, making it pop out further.
Qui-Gon fell to his knees in front of Obi-Wan, grabbing his
cock. Kissing the tip of the velvet shaft, he then rubbed the
tip against his nipple, gasping at the sensations. Obi-Wan
squirmed, thighs twitching and tightening.
"Q-Qui-Gon, please...aah!"
Reaching behind Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon slid his fingers between the
buttocks, raking the crevice rapidly with his fingertips. The
other free hand slapped the other cheek. His tongue stroked the
spaces around Obi-Wan's ribs.
Obi-Wan's eyes closed, face flushed. His body jerked
convulsively.
Qui-Gon plunged three fingers inside, pumping swiftly, his
other hand beating his own cock, bringing them both to the
edge.
/Now, want you now!!/
"Yes. Yessss, my Obi" Qui-Gon pulled him down on the carpet,
flipping him over.
He was already streaming when Qui-Gon entered him.
"Gaaaah, Yes, I love it!!" Obi-Wan shouted, heaving and humping
high. He fired heavy streams into the carpet.
Qui-Gon was gone after one thrust. Thick thighs battered
against the smooth cheeks as he yanked and spasmed.
"Ruurrrh, gooood!" he shrieked, arching his back.
They collapsed forward onto the carpet.
Obi-Wan sighed dreamily at the warm weight on his back. Thick
cream slid down the back of his balls, between his legs.
Qui-Gon bit the side of his neck, drinking the small gush.
Obi-Wan pulled Qui-Gon's hand into his mouth, returning the
love bite.
The exchange of blood made their bodies tremble with heat.
Qui-Gon sighed contentedly. The overhead light glinted off
their slicked bodies.
"Sweet Obi. Never let me forget how much I love you."
Obi-Wan continued to fang the hand softly, suckling more blood.
"As much as I love you, my Qui-Gon."
They lay sated and sticky for a bit. Obi-Wan had a question. He
sidled out from underneath the big body, turning to face
Qui-Gon.
Sliding into the muscled arms. "There's one thing that bothers
me" the emerald eyes glowed.
Qui-Gon nodded. "The loss of control in the Sith chamber."
Sigh. "Yes. They were able to use our own power against us,
draw it out to the point where we lost ourselves..."
"Think of the steps that got us to this point, Obi-Wan" Qui-Gon
reminded him. "Loss of control led to our transformation. When
the darkness sought us out, we chose it. In doing so, we gave
up our rights to our souls. Our very natures, our physical
states are based on excess now. You know this."
Sensuous lips tightened. "I...held out the notion that we would
have at least a semblence of control."
Qui-Gon nodded, nightblue eyes flashing. "Control is the
improper approach. What we must continue to focus on and
develop is discipline. We cannot stop our impulses, but we can
channel them as we choose."
Obi-Wan smiled. "Well said, father. We aren't puppets, you
know."
"No. Of primary concern is our inability to be around crowds of
living beings-"
"Their blood is a distraction, so much in the vicinity makes me
want to feed."
"Yes. We must learn how to channel the impulse to attack
in a different direction. In order to move about the galaxy
freely, we cannot be so limited."
Obi-Wan stroked the muscled chest, playing with the thick
nipples. "In the chamber. When they drew us out, I felt nothing
but the power then. It was so raw and delicious" he flicked his
tongue over the cropped beard.
Qui-Gon leaned his head back, purring. "Yes. I was lost. Nor
did I care. At that moment, Palpatine truly enticed me."
Soft kiss. "Did you plan to attack him?"
"Not precisely. Their calling spell clearly had us under their
control. They bound us with our own power as much as theirs."
Nuzzle. "I thought you were going to accept his offer."
"I would have. But once the power came out it drove me to
attack. Ironically it broke the spell also."
"Hmm" Obi-Wan reached down. He grabbed Qui-Gon's cock, idly
playing with it and slapping it against their bellies.
"We'll have to deal with him again, you know."
Qui-Gon didn't seem worried. "So be it. Why be concerned with
every circumstance?"
Small smile. Obi-Wan cuddled in closer. "Do you still want to
move to Urus?"
Qui-Gon's eyes were closing. "Yes. It would be ideal. Now let's
rest."
"But when-"
Qui-Gon grabbed him tightly, silencing him with a crushing
kiss.
Obi-Wan settled in. There would be no more questions that
night.
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