Summary: Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon consumate their relationship.
Darth Maul plots to kill them.
Diclaimers: The characters of Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, Darth Maul,
etc, belong to George Lucas. No copyright infringement is
intended. The story is mine, however.
The Mask of Evil
Chapter One -- "Revelation"
Florian looked at the stranger sitting alone at the far table.
Something within her wouldn't allow her to take her eyes off
the man. No matter where she was in the room, and no matter
whom she was waiting on, his eyes always seemed to find her and
hold her captive. Her skin began to crawl as if hundreds of
Mavovian fire stingers were covering her body, their claw like
pinchers pricking her unrelentingly.
"Watch it, you lummox!" shouted an irate patron whom she had
just doused with the contents of a pitcher of ale.
"A thousand pardons," Florian muttered as she hastened to dry
off the Vordan. Vordans were known for their nasty
dispositions, and this one looked particularly unfriendly to
her.
Extending one of its tentacles in her direction, the Vordan
quickly wrapped it around Florian's neck, effectively blocking
her air passage.
Gasping for breath, the hapless woman began to whimper. Out of
the corner of her eyes, she noticed the shadowy figure rise
from his chair and make his way towards her. As unconsciousness
began to wash over her, her attention was grabbed by a
brilliant reddish light. A hum pierced the air, and the stench
of cauterized flesh filled her nostrils. As the Vordan's
tentacle released her, she sucked in air in great gulps.
Looking at the Vordan, she clamped a hand over her mouth. Lying
in two pieces on the floor, the Vordan's body looked to have
been surgically halved. Entrails, oozing the black blood of his
species, lay coiled around the dead creature. Florian felt the
contents of her stomach rising into the back of her throat.
"Detestable creature," the figure said as it made its way back
to its table.
Fighting the urge to regurgitate, Florian stumbled after the
man. As she neared him, he turned and faced her. Eyes the color
of the setting sun looked back at her. Lifting her hand towards
the man's head, she removed the hood. As the material slid off
hiss head, Florian looked on in astonishment. In all her
journeys to the planets of the outer rim, she had never seen a
creature such as this. Horns grew from his head, and his face
was mottled in shades of red, outlined in black.
"What are you?" she asked.
"Chaos," answered the man as he tugged the hood back into
place.
Obi-Wan looked out of the window portal of the star ship into
the inky blackness of deep space. The pale light from millions
of stars shone into his eyes. A sense of awe permeated his
every thought as he allowed his gaze to take in the vastness of
the universe.
Fingers raked through his hair. "Looking out into that
magnificence gives you a feeling of humility, doesn't it
Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon said as he pressed his body up tightly
against the younger man's.
"A sense of wonderment," replied Obi-Wan, allowing his body to
lean into his lover's.
Time seemed to stop as both Jedi looked out into the velvet
tapestry of the cosmos. Obi-Wan broke the mood by turning and
kissing the older Jedi.
"Ah Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon sighed into the younger man's ear. "To be
here with you in my arms has given me a new appreciation for
the mystery of life."
The young Jedi felt his lover's heart beating against his own.
A feeling of completeness filled Obi-Wan that served to
heighten his senses where the other man was concerned. It was
as if the link that they already shared by virtue of being
Jedi, had been intensified ten times over. The younger man
tightened his arms around Qui-Gon and rested his head on the
taller man's chest.
"Obi-Wan, when we arrive at the Jedi Temple, there will be many
questions for us. Master Yoda will ask about the wisdom of our
bonding. What will you say?"
Lifting his head in order for him to gaze into the older man's
eyes, Obi-Wan answered, "We have always been as one. Before
time was, you and I were destined to be. I've always known it,
and so have you, Qui-Gon." Then taking the older Jedi's hand,
he placed it over his heart. Placing his own on Qui-Gon's, he
continued, "Feel, they beat as one. As for Master Yoda, he will
understand. How can he not when he can see that we are one."
Qui-Gon brushed his lips across the younger man's forehead,
"With that oneness comes a price, my love. Pray to the Force
that neither one of us will ever have to pay it."
The cabin's communicator beeped to life, "A thousand pardons,
Master Jedi, but we've received an urgent message from the
authorities on the planet Denavor IV. It seems that a Jedi has
killed a patron in a local bar . . ."
Interrupting, Qui-Gon asked, "Jedi, are they sure?"
"From the description, I'd say yes," the voice hummed through
the device.
"Description?" Obi-Wan asked.
"An eye witness said that she saw the Jedi's light saber. She
also gave a description . . ."
"Go on," Qui-Gon said as he released Obi-Wan from his embrace.
"Odd description," Obi-Wan said after the communicator fell
silent. "I don't remember ever hearing a description of a Jedi
with red mottled skin."
Qui-Gon stood quietly. As he was about to speak, he felt
darkness touch him. "Obi-Wan did you . . ."
". . . What was that?" the young Jedi asked. "It felt as if the
Force had suddenly lost its light."
A look of concern spread across Qui-Gon's face. "I fear that
was the Darkside."
"Darkside, but how?"
"I think it best if we go to Denavor IV and find out for
ourselves what happened," Qui-Gon said, his hands clenched into
fists.
"But what about Master Yoda?" Obi-Wan asked.
"He and the Jedi Council will have to wait. I'll send them a
message informing them of our plans." Then allowing his mouth
to form a smile, the older Jedi added, "Besides, there is
little hope of their dissuading me from being your bonded."
"Try no chance," Obi-Wan quickly augmented.
Placing a finger on the glowing touch pad of the communicator,
Qui-Gon began to speak. "Captain, change course for Denavor IV.
How long before we get there?"
"Three days, Master Jedi," came the captain's reply.
Removing his finger from the device, it fell silent. Looking
over at his lover, Qui-Gon arched his eyebrows. "Three days.
Whatever shall we do to keep ourselves entertained for three
days?"
Obi-Wan pursed his lips momentarily, "I believe I have some
ideas." Walking over to a small chest, he opened it. With a
smile, he removed two vials that were filled with amber liquid,
holding them up for Qui-Gon to see.
"I see," Qui-Gon said with a knowing look.
"Somehow, I knew these oils would come in handy one day,"
Obi-Wan said. Then walking over to the bedside table, he put
them down. Turning to face the older Jedi, he loosened his
tunic's bindings and removed it, exposing his nude body.
Qui-Gon sucked in his breath as he stared at the naked body of
his lover in front of him. Quickly, his own clothing lay
crumpled on the floor.
"These oils are supposed to make one's body more responsive to
lovemaking. Shall we give them a try?" Obi-Wan asked, casting a
longing look at Qui-Gon.
"Indeed, I think we should," Qui-Gon replied as he crossed over
to the young Jedi. "One must always be in pursuit of
knowledge," he added guiding his lover to the bed.
"Master, they are on their way," Darth Maul said to the
shimmering holograph before him.
"Good, my apprentice. When they arrive, I want you to kill them
both."
Bowing, Darth Maul replied, "It shall be as you command."
Obi-Wan reached over and picked up one of the crystal vials. As
he uncorked one of the small containers, an exotic scent filled
the room. The amber liquid within the tube sparkled like fine
crystalline dust. Turning the vial downward, he allowed the
thick liquid to drop onto the palm of his left hand. Where it
landed, the skin began to tingle. Putting the container down,
he rubbed his hands together, coating both with the yellowish
fluid.
"And now, my love, allow me to massage you," the young Jedi
said as he straddled the older man's body. Starting in the
center of Qui-Gon's chest, Obi-Wan began to work the oil
outward with sensuous strokes.
Allowing a soft moan of pleasure to escape from his lips,
Qui-Gon closed his eyes, and allowed the sensation of the
younger man's hands gliding over his naked body to drive him to
new heights of pleasure. "I think you've had practice at this."
Obi-Wan lowered his mouth to the older Jedi's ear. "The only
experience I have had is in my dreams." His hands made their
way down Qui-Gon's stomach, and soon they were holding the
fully erect manhood of the older man. Gently, Obi-Wan began to
coat his lover's shaft with the fragrant oil. Where the amber
liquid touched, a warm feeling of ecstasy remained behind.
"Obi-Wan," the older man whispered as he strained to keep from
reaching climax, "allow me to pleasure you also."
The younger man picked up the vial and handed it to Qui-Gon.
Soon, the older Jedi was massaging the body of Obi-Wan.
Reaching down to the younger man's groin, Qui-Gon began to roll
Obi-Wan's testicles in-between his fingers. Obi-Wan let out a
whimper of rapture. Bending over the body of his lover, Qui-Gon
began to kiss the length of Obi-Wan's body. As he neared the
throbbing organ of his lover, he noticed how the clear liquid
that leaked from its tip had pooled on the young man's abdomen.
With his tongue, the older Jedi lapped it up. Then he took the
tip of the younger man's penis into his mouth.
Obi-Wan arched his hips upward as the warm mouth of Qui-Gon
engulfed him. Using his tongue to massage his young lover's
organ, Qui-Gon continued to pleasure his mate.
"Arghhhhhhhh!" Obi-Wan shouted as he reached orgasm.
Qui-Gon felt the hot liquid erupting from his lover's shaft. It
filled his mouth and he greedily swallowed it. He kept the
younger man's organ prisoner in his mouth until it was
completely flaccid.
"Qui-Gon, it is now my turn to pleasure you," Obi-Wan said as
he raised himself from the bed. Pushing the older man down, he
took Qui-Gon's shaft in his hand and began to stroke it. "I've
got a different strategy for you," he grinned mischievously.
"And that would be?" the older Jedi asked.
Obi-Wan poured more of the amber oil into his hand and began to
coat Qui-Gon's already hard erection. Then he reached
in-between his own legs and began to coat his tight opening.
Positioning himself over the older man's shaft, he guided it to
his waiting hole. Slowly, he forced the tip of his lover's
penis through the tight opening. As he felt it enter, Obi-Wan
shivered.
Qui-Gon arched his hips upward as he felt his shaft entering
Obi-Wan's body. As the tip of his cock slid in deeper, the
older man thought he would burst. Soon, the young Jedi had
buried Qui-Gon's erection fully inside of himself. Then, he
began to raise his body upward. Just before the older man's
cockhead could slip out, he lowered his body again. Soon both
men had developed a rhythm. Each time Obi-Wan impaled himself
on Qui-Gon, the older man would thrust upwards.
"Obi-Wan . . ."
"Yes, my love."
"I . . ." Qui-Gon began and stopped as he spewed his seed deep
within the younger man.
Obi-Wan could feel his lover's organ pulsating deep within, and
smiled.
Later as both men lay entwined in each other's arms, Qui-Gon
said, "That oil is worth its weight in Republic Credits."
Obi-Wan nuzzled the older man's neck. "I have more, my love.
Lots more."
The hooded figure watched as the space transport landed. Years
of training made him reach for his light saber. "Soon, Jedi,"
he said, his voice laced with hatred.
As the two Jedi stepped out into the bright light of Denavor
IV, they were momentarily blinded by the brilliance. The
intensity of the light from the planet's twin suns took a lot
of getting used to, especially when one had been in the
confines of a starship for days. Suppressing the urge to
sneeze, Obi-Wan closed his eyes momentarily.
"Too much light?" Qui-Gon asked amused. Then he added in a
whisper so that only the young Jedi could hear, "If you hadn't
spent so much time in bed, maybe . . ."
Not letting Qui-Gon finish, Obi-Wan replied softly, "Maybe I
should spend more time in bed. What do you say to that?"
The older Jedi was about to reply when a contingent of droids
and locals approached them.
"Master Jedis, welcome to Denavor IV. We are at your service,"
said a humanoid. "Let me introduce myself to you, I am Sez'al,
chief security officer, of Denavor IV."
Both Jedi bowed. "I am Qui-Gon and this is Obi-Wan. Sez'al why
have we been summoned?"
"We fear that a rogue Jedi has chosen our little planet to
inhabit, master Jedi," Sez'al answered, his pale blue skin
shining in the intense light.
"And what makes you think a Jedi is here?" Obi-Wan interjected.
"Who else uses a light saber?"
As Qui-Gon was about to ask another question, a disturbance in
the Force caused him to hesitate. Turning to Obi-Wan, he asked,
"Did you feel that?"
"Yes, something black and dangerous," the young Jedi replied,
as instinct made him clutch his light saber.
"The Dark Side feels strong here," Qui-Gon said, every muscle
of his body beginning to tense. Turning to Sez'al, he said,
"Please, take us to the person that saw this Jedi."
"Of course, follow me," the constable said.
As the two Jedi followed Sez'al and the others, a pair of eyes
watched them intently.
"They are here, Master," Darth Maul said into his communicator.
"Finally, the moment I have trained you for has arrived. You
must act quickly. Kill the elder Jedi first. The younger one
will be disoriented when his master is no more; that will allow
you to end his life as well. You'll get only one chance, Darth
Maul," the voice threatened.
"I live to serve only you, Master. Failure is not an option."
"Make sure it isn't. You'll get only one chance at these Jedi.
Reveal yourself to them, and before they can react, end their
miserable existences."
"I will make it so, my Master."
The communicator fell silent. Darth Maul began to make his way
towards the Jedi, his face a mask of pure loathing.
The entourage stopped at the entrance to a public house. Sez'al
pushed the door open and stepped to one side. Qui-Gon entered
first, followed by Obi-Wan. Once inside, it took a full minute
for their eyes to readjust to the dim light they suddenly found
themselves in.
"This is where it happened," Sez'al said as he joined them.
"And over there is the woman who claims to have seen the Jedi,"
he added pointing out Florian.
Quin-Gon crossed the room and soon stood in front of the old
woman. "Tell me what it is you saw," he said.
Fear filled Florian. Backing away from the Qui-Gon, she did her
best to put distance between them. With a slight wave of his
hand, the Jedi manipulated the Force in such a way, that
Florian was filled with peace.
"You're a Jedi too?" she asked.
"Yes," Qui-Gon answered. "So is Obi-Wan," he added, gesturing
towards the young man. "We mean you no harm."
"I know," Florian said. "The other Jedi felt different. Hatred,
yes that was it--hatred, is what I sensed coming from him. He
only saved my life to insure your coming here."
Arching an eyebrow, Qui-Gon asked, "How do you know this?"
"I've always been able to pick up on things that others can't.
I was told by a Betfora, that I have the ability to sense
feelings. I think he called it empathy," she answered.
Continuing, she offered, "He want's you dead."
"And you're sure of this?" the older Jedi asked already
suspecting the answer.
"Yes, both you and other Jedi," she added, turning her gaze
towards Obi-Wan.
"Why are you so certain that he is a Jedi?" Qui-Gon queried.
"Because the Force, the dark Force fills him."
The door to the tavern slammed open allowing the bright light
of the outside to invade the interior. A hooded figure stood
outlined in the entrance.
"Leave!" Qui-Gon shouted as he reached for his light saber.
At the same moment, Obi-Wan, feeling the presence of evil, did
likewise. Amid shouts of panic, the patrons quickly sought
cover wherever they could find it.
"Sith Lord," Qui-Gon said to Obi-Wan.
The younger Jedi had heard of the Sith, but they were extinct.
The Jedi council had ended their reign of terror a millennia
ago. "Surely, you are mistaken."
"No," Qui-Gon replied, the hum of his light saber cutting
through the heavy blanket of silence that seemed to cover
everything.
Darth Maul took a step into the tavern. Looking first at the
younger Jedi and then the older one, he bowed. "Which of you is
to die first?" he asked.
"Neither one of us," Qui-Gon answered as he lunged for the
Sith.
As their light sabers contacted one another, sparks and acrid
smoke tore through the air. Obi-Wan joined the fray. Even
against two Jedi, the strength of the Sith was tremendous. He
had been trained well in the Jedi arts.
With a slight turn of his body, Darth Maul catapulted over the
two Jedi and landed behind them. Bringing his weapon down, he
grazed the shoulder of Obi-Wan.
A groan of pain erupted from the younger Jedi. Before Darth
Maul could strike again, Qui-Gon brought his light saber down
with a resounding crash, effectively blocking the Sith Lord's
blow. The force of the older Jedi's attack caused Darth Maul to
fall backwards.
Seizing the initiative, Obi-Wan raced forwards. Raising his
saber into the air, he brought it down towards the Sith Lord.
Darth Maul pulled a table in front of him just as Obi-Wan's
light saber stuck, sending pieces of the table flying around
the room.
Having deflected the blow, Darth Maul leaped to his feet and
continued his attack. Lunging for the young Jedi, he roared in
pain as Qui-Gon's light saber sliced through his left arm,
severing it at the elbow. As the mangled piece of arm fell to
the floor, Darth Maul raced out the door and into the crowd
outside. Both Jedi followed the Sith Lord, but as they made
their way outside, no trace of the rogue Jedi could be found.
"Where did he go?" Obi-Wan asked panting.
"I'm not sure," the older Jedi answered. "But rest assured,
he'll be back."
"Master, I will make them pay for what they did to me," Darth
Maul vowed, as the medic drones attached the prosthesis on the
remaining stump of his arm.
"You have failed me, Darth Maul," the emotionless voice of the
Sith Master said. "Fail me again, and you'll pay with your
life."
"I will not fail you again, Master."
"Make sure you don't," the dark Lord replied. "I will not
tolerate weakness."
Watching the holographic image of his master fading from sight,
Darth Maul winced as the mechanical arm was attached. "I will
not fail you again, of that you can be sure."
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