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Rating: R (references to torture and rape)

Series/Sequel: Sequel to "Breaking Point"

Category: Xanatos/Other, Obi/Other, Angst, Non-Consensual, POV

Notes: Written from Xanatos' POV. And thanks as always to Tem-Ve for the beta!

Feedback: is appreciated. Constructive criticism please off-list.

Summary: Xanatos is watching as Qui-Gon rescues his Padawan

How does it feel, Qui-Gon? To see your precious apprentice like this? A broken spirit in a broken body. I could have killed him, just like you've killed my father, but that would have been too easy. I want you both to suffer. Suffer more than you ever had before.

I see you've noticed the message I left just for you. Yes, wipe it off his face as if it was like acid. You can clean his body, wash off the blood, let them heal the wounds. But he will never forget the past hours. And neither will you. Oh yes, I wish you could have witnessed us. How I was slowly torturing your beloved Obi-Wan. I wish you could have heard him scream in agony. Oh, he screams so beautifully, Qui-Gon. I wonder if he ever made those noises for you. Is he quiet when you take him? Or does he scream? Have you ever claimed him at all? Explored that tight ass of his? Can he give you what you need? Does he submit to you like I never could?

Master. Apprentice. It's all about submission, isn't it? That's why I was never suited to being a Jedi. I don't want to obey anyone's commands. Jedi Master or not. I wanted to be free to do what I want - not what some stupid code or the council tells me to do.

I see that you're taking off the collar. Can you feel it, Qui-Gon? Can you feel what he went through in these past hours? Oh yes, you can. I can see the hate flickering in your eyes. Hate leads to the dark side, haven't you preached that to me countless times? Well, looks like even you can't always fight it. You hate me, don't you? You hate me for betraying you, but even more, you hate me for what I did tonight. And you probably hate yourself for hating me.

You lift your Padawan from the ground. To carry him to the Healers' ward. You try not to hurt him more, but still as you move him he's making those whimpering noises. Those lovely whimpers. He sounds like he's in some great pain. Good. I have to congratulate you, Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan's quite a brave boy. He never begged for me to stop. He screamed, oh yes, I think he even screamed your name once or twice, willing you to come, to find him. But he never begged for mercy. I wonder. maybe he *did* enjoy it after all? Enjoyed being taken in such a violent way. Oh, just to imagine that he would come to me. To me. To bring him pain. But he would never do that, would he? Oh no, the Jedi Code would never allow that.

Maybe he will come to you, Qui-Gon. And what would you say if he asked you to hurt him? Would you do it? Would you wander along the thin line on the edge of the dark side? Would you? Oh, I see you're leaving the room, your naked Padawan huddled in your robe. You look around one last time. Are you wondering where I am? Where I'm hiding? I bet you are in a hurry. And so am I, after all I don't want to get caught. I will make sure that you will never forget me, Qui-Gon.

That's a promise.

THE END