by Keelywolfe & Lapis Lazuli (keelywolfe@aol.com) and
(rangerk8@homekcom)
Rating : NC-17
Archiving : yes to M&A, SWAL. others please ask
Categories :BDSM, AU, Angst
Warnings : fantasy rape (partner!), heavy angst, dark stuff
Spoilers : none
Summary : Qui-Gon finds an entry in Obi-Wan's erotic diary a
bit disturbing.
Disclaimer: These guys may belong to George Lucas, but if he
kept them busy enough they would not come sit on my couch,
drink my beer, eat my pretzels and tell me stories that would
curl my hair if I believed any of them at all. Better start the
second movie quick, George - Obi-Wan, especially, has just too
much time on his hands...
Acknowledgments : to Lilith, whom we wrote this for when our
fic-goddess demanded a sacrifice. So we gave her one <G>.
Obi-Wan my love, I think you've managed something that hasn't
been possible since, oh, before you were born. You've managed
to shock me.
As a Jedi, I am no ignorant fool wandering through the universe
doing good deeds and righting wrongs. I am a man, doing a
bastard job the best he can at the direction of a bunch of
straight-laced, cast-iron dunderheads who are political tools
for an organization that is, at best, bloated and whimsical.
I have seen it all. And a great deal of it was not pretty.
Its not like I didn't know this kind of thing existed - its
nothing new for humans to desire, even need to be hurt in order
to experience pleasure. And it's not the fact that it's you
having this fantasy - I know it's a common thing for people to
have sexual fantasies that are quite far from the range of what
they would normally want to actually occur.
Its not even that you clearly describe me as your
attacker. Though the notion that you think me capable of such
an act as you narrate so vividly doesn't exactly inspire
confidence in your view of my teaching for the past few years,
but I know, I know - it's a fantasy, a game, nothing more.
Humans have been playing sex games since shortly before they
came down out of the trees - so no points for originality
there.
No - I think the thing that bothers me so badly is just how
much it makes me want to do just what you describe, exactly as
you have written it; with loving attention to detail and
lingering over every moment, savoring each plea, curse, and
moan as a precious jewel to be stored in some theft-proof
containment.
I note that you did not follow your usual style in this one,
however - the tale is written with a rather detached point of
view, almost as if you had somehow managed to uncouple yourself
from your own body and become your own voyeur, while still
knowing everything that Obi-Wan Kenobi was feeling and
thinking. Detachment can be a good thing, when you are trying
to deal with overwhelming events and ideas - and perhaps that
is the lesson I should take from this little fantasy of yours.
Psychologically, this omniscient point of view tells me that
you couldn't handle this if it really happened. And the way you
chose to end this little fairy tale is most disturbing - it
might not be the worst idea I've ever had to send you to see
Master Pendralion for some serious counseling. But doing that
would reveal my snooping in your private recordings in a way I
don't think I am yet prepared to do just yet. So I think I will
just have to wait and watch, in that patient, serene way a Jedi
Master is supposed to. Though I must say the idea you have
planted in my head today makes me feel neither patient nor
serene.
You don't really want me to do this to you.
Do you?
From the diary of Obi-Wan Kenobi:
Obi-Wan Kenobi knew he had a problem.
After all, it wasn't everyday you found yourself lying
face-down on a blanket in a deserted woods, bound spread-eagled
to pegs driven into the ground, stark naked, with a total
stranger watching you like a starving man about to pounce on
his next meal.
The stranger was dressed head to toe in virginal white, even to
the shine on his white leather boots. Obi-Wan had caught sight
of a flowing robe and a sash belt before he had been thrown
down and tied - now, turning his face to the side and peeking
at his captor, he could see a skin-tight vest and leggings, all
in that same dazzling white.
The man himself was an older man, very tall, long brown hair
laced with gray, a long, bearded face, a nose that had been
broken somewhere along the way. Deep blue eyes gazed from under
a heavy brow, and a secretive smile graced a thin, firm mouth
as he contemplated his prize.
Obi-Wan could not ignore the only motion that the man was
making - he was stroking his huge and all-too-apparent erection
through the thin fabric of his leggings, slowly, meditatively,
as if pondering what he should do to relieve his problem.
Shuddering inwardly, the young man had a sudden frightening
insight as to what was to come next. He shoved the thought
aside - fear would not help him here.
He closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to reach out to the
Force, remove the heavy bindings from his hands, call his
lightsaber to his grasp. But the Force did not respond - it was
as if a wall stood between him and anything that might aid his
escape. As he found no aid, he heard the man standing over him
laugh raucously.
"Yes! Try the Force, my little Jedi, yes! Oh, my yes - it can
solve all of your problems - untie you, defend you, overwhelm
me, yes!" He continued, chuckling. "Oh, my dear little Jedi,
you have much to learn before that little trick will work on
me. On the other hand, I wonder what I might be able to teach
you, now that I have your undivided attention?"
Obi-Wan felt a faint touch on his back, almost as if a breeze
had blown by - but no breeze would concentrate itself down his
spine to its base. A Force-touch then, so light as to almost be
non-existent, wafting its way down his back and then over his
exposed bottom. Just a touch, the merest whisper of a stroke,
over the globes of his ass - and then into the cleft between
them, ending with a tickle in that most sensitive of spots. He
gasped and tried to wriggle away from the touch, feeling a
shiver run through his body in foreboding. Another faint touch,
ending in the same place, this time accompanied by a faint
snicker from somewhere behind his head.
The teasing touches continued randomly stroking his ass and
thighs, all ending with that squirm-inducing tickle against his
anus. He heard a rustling sound behind him, and a piece of
white clothing hit the ground in front of his face. More
rustling, and one by one each piece of clothing that the man
had been wearing hit the growing pile in front of him. A final
thud as one last boot hit the ground, and Obi-Wan knew his
captor was as naked as he was.
Suddenly the Force-touches ceased, only to be replaced by what
Obi-Wan knew was real flesh - a single finger tracing its way
down his butt to the puckered opening to his body. Obi-Wan
shuddered faintly, straining against his bonds as that single
finger traced down the cleft of his ass, not invading, just the
lightest touch.
"Who are you? What do you want with me?" He kept himself from
screaming only by the smallest margin, already knowing the
answer to at least the second question but also knowing he had
to put up some sort of fight, even if a verbal attack was all
he had at his command.
The stranger laughed outright, not moving his finger from where
it rested, using his other hand to stroke lightly up and down
Obi-Wan's thigh. "Do you always ask stupid questions when you
are about to be ravished, my squirming young victim?"
Even in his present desperate situation, Obi-Wan could not let
that pass without comment. "How should I know - I've never been
ravished before!" He snarled it out, putting all the venom he
could muster into the retort.
"Well, my little captive of love, let this be a lesson to you -
never be a smart-ass to a man who is about to fuck you." The
sudden threat made Obi-Wan go still under his hands, a chill
invading him to the very core of his being. "Truly", he purred,
stroking one hand lightly down the boy's flank, "I am going to
ravish you, my fine young Jedi - and you are going to thank me
for it when I am done." He pushed against Obi-Wan's anus, not
trying to enter, but testing its resistance to pressure.
"Ah, a virgin indeed - I cannot imagine how you got out of the
Jedi Academy without losing this particular cherry, my friend -
either the Masters are getting slower, or the Padawans are
getting quicker." He stroked the puckered flesh gently, still
with that single finger, massaging and teasing as Obi-Wan
suddenly went limp under his touch.
"I... I... didn't... oh!" He couldn't seem to form a coherent
sentence as that finger pressed against him, slipping just
barely inside. His attacker's other hand rested on the back of
Obi-Wan's thigh, absently stroking the soft skin as he soothed
the young knight with wordless murmurs.
"It doesn't matter what you did, or did not - now, you will.
Feel that? It's just my finger - but it is also an instrument.
It can be used for pain - but it is so very much more
satisfying when used to bring ...delight." On that last word,
the finger slipped entirely inside him, eased by a sliver of
Force. Obi-Wan jerked helplessly as it brushed his prostate,
bringing a small explosion of ecstasy behind his tightly shut
eyes.
The stranger forced his finger deeper, and Obi-Wan heard
himself utter a startled moan in response. He felt a wave of
satisfaction from the man above him, a feeling that bordered on
erotic glee at his reaction. With apparent care, his assailant
slid his finger in and out, stretching his tight passage and
nudging his prostate gently, almost as if by accident. Tightly
resistant muscles clenched briefly around the single digit,
then Obi-Wan felt them relax minutely, allowing access. When
the movement was smooth and easy, a second finger was added,
and the process repeated until the young Jedi thought he was
going to scream - though he could no longer say whether in
outrage or ecstasy.
The man's free hand roved over his vulnerable ass, pinching it
randomly and then soothing the tiny hurts away. Obi-Wan felt
himself begin to move again, but this time his motions were not
those of panicky escape - against his will, he was responding
to the relentless caresses from the strange hands. "Oh yes, my
little Jedi, yes," he crooned,, "It does feel so good, doesn't
it? Let it flow, feel it - this is of the Force too, you know -
just not a part of it you know very well."
"NO! This isn't...this is wrong...I can't..." Obi-Wan heard
himself heave the words out but he knew his body spoke
different ones. He was arching against those probing fingers,
tiny whimpers escaping him. With one last twist that dragged an
agonized gasp from him, the fingers were withdrawn.
"Can't? You speak a strange and unknown word to me, my lover -
because I know you can." Obi-Wan felt something hot and hard
press against his anus, fitted snugly in the loosened opening,
then he felt the body above him lean slowly, tortuously forward
and the intruder slid into his exquisitely tight heat. "Oh,
gods, yes, can you feel that, young Jedi? Feel me as I possess
you, seize you, make you mine. Feel that hardness taking your
body, ravishing your soul."
Obi-Wan bit his lip, stifling a cry as that hard thickness
pressed into him. Almost painful, but not quite, instead the
strangely erotic sensation of fullness. He dimly felt the other
man's hands grasping his hips, the brush of the man's long hair
as it tickled his back but all of Obi-Wan's attention was
focused on the invading flesh inside him. Deeper and deeper
still until he felt the heat of a belly pressed against his
backside.
A deep groan vibrated from the chest he could feel pressing
against his back, and the man above him settled his body over
Obi-Wan like a blanket, the weight making it hard for him to
breathe, but that did not concern him nearly as much as how
much he felt his body welcoming the implied dominance. Then he
felt teeth settle on the nape of his neck, worrying the skin
there gently and causing him to arch back into his attacker,
his traitorous body begging the demon on top of him to take
him, and take him now.
"Mine, yes, you are mine now, aren't you?" Hissed softly
against his ear and Obi-Wan couldn't refute it. His hips were
arching timidly upward of their own will, begging for he knew
not what and he couldn't stifle a moan as the hands on his hips
tightened and the man upon him, inside him, his ravisher,
finally gave him what his body craved. He pulled out slightly,
slowly, before thrusting back in, hard.
Oh, gods! but that felt good! Obi-Wan threw his head up as the
shaft inside him jabbed at that agonizing spot and threatened
to send him into orbit. A choked scream was forced out of him
as his attacker began to move slowly in and out, a tortuous
rhythm that made him want to howl in agony for the man to move
faster. Not to end the act, but to increase it, heighten it,
magnify it. He was loosing control, surrendering to the man who
was violating him - and he was beginning to love it.
"Do you want me to stop, little Jedi?" Was gasped behind him
and all Obi-Wan could do was whimper, leaning back into the
deep lunges as best he could still tied as he was. Another deep
thrust and then the man stopped, deep inside and he reached up
to grab a handful of the younger man's hair, jerking his head
back and Obi-Wan cried out in startled pain.
"I asked you a question, lover." Lips gently traced Obi-Wan's
jaw and he could hear the other man breathing harshly,
trembling with the effort of holding still. Then he whispered
softly, hardly more than a breath. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Stop?" He breathed out the word. It wouldn't process through
Obi-Wan's brain - he could not imagine anything beyond what was
happening to him right now. His body was on fire, and his mind
had shut down any thought process unrelated to the immediate
experience. Finally it hit him that if the word were taken as a
request, it might all end now. "NO!"
"Stop, no?" Hot breath against his ear and the man started to
pull back, withdrawing.
"No! No, don't stop, don't, please, please." Begging
shamelessly now, Obi-Wan strained against his bonds, trying to
hold that hard flesh within him. The response was immediate.
Hard hands gripped his hips again and the man surged inside,
deep thrusts, quickening with each flex of the man's hips and
all Obi-Wan could do was allow it, even as he pleaded in
strangled moans for more.
A grunting laugh floated into his hearing. "Oh my yes ... there
it is...I told you that you would ... beg me for it, my ...
little Jedi trollop." Each pause was punctuated by another
thrust into his body, another layer of fuel piled on to the
seductive fires bathing his consciousness. He knew he was going
to burn up soon, die in the heat of his own shame and desire as
he writhed under his seducer.
One hand left Obi-Wan's hip and worked its way beneath his
body. The man managed to wrap his fingers around Obi-Wan's
aching erection and he nearly screamed at the added sensation.
Oh, it was too much, too much, he thought dazedly, his pleading
turning into incoherent sounds of pleasure as the man's rhythm
increased yet again, and now he was pounding into the young
Jedi's no-longer virginal body, grunting his own pleasure with
each domineering lunge.
The man thrust hard, hesitated, and then with one final deep
plunge he came. Obi-Wan heard the man scream his name and felt
a flood of unfamiliar liquid heat spurt inside his body. The
hand around his penis tightened reflexively, causing him to cry
aloud in pain and then in surprised pleasure as the man arched
his hips a final time, thrusting gently as his hand pumped the
young man's erection with quick movements until Obi-Wan could
no longer hold back. With a last cry, nearly a scream, he came,
shuddering helplessly as the hand stroking his shaft gentled.
After a long, frozen moment, both men trembling with little
aftershocks of pleasure, Obi-Wan's assailant slowly withdrew
his softening erection from him before collapsing at his side.
The young Jedi lay torpid - movement was a thing of dreams
right now, to be thought of in the future tense. The fact that
he was still bound hand and foot was irrelevant - he wasn't
going anywhere any time soon. He became faintly aware that the
man who had just finished raping him was now moving slowly
around him. Opening his eyes and craning his head to one side,
he could see the man getting dressed, slowly tugging on his
boots and donning the white cloak. When he looked at Obi-Wan
and saw that he was awake, he came to his side and crouched
down next to him.
"You were magnificent, my young Jedi. Such sweetness is granted
to mere mortals only rarely in this world - while I doubt that
you thought of it this way, I am honored to be the one who
tasted it first." A gentle hand glided down one shoulder and
down his arm. "I will release one of your hands in a moment,
and then leave. The shielding keeping you from using the Force
will be removed when I am safely away from here. Someone will
be told where you are - never fear, my lovely, you will be
rescued." The rope on his right hand was swiftly untied, and
Obi-Wan flexed his wrist and arm, trying to restore the
impaired circulation, feeling pins and needles as the blood
flooded back into the extremity.
The man in white stood and moved swiftly from sight,
disappearing into the surrounding woods and leaving no trace of
his passage, not even a disturbed bush. Obi-Wan stared at where
he had disappeared, feeling the aches and unfamiliar pains in
his body and knew that if he had not had the tangible evidence
of what had just occurred he would have thought it some fever
dream or nightmare fantasy. As he moved to free his other hand,
a voice suddenly spoke in his head.
[Remember me, young Jedi - for I shall certainly remember you.
Watch your back, my lovely Obi-Wan. I shall always find you,
when you least expect it. I know you now - and I know what you
are and what you want - and I will be there, to give it to
you.] Triumphant laughter rang through his mind.
Obi-Wan Kenobi knew he had a problem, and shivered.
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