Master Apprentice
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A faint small curled Xanatos' lips as he heard the sound of desire he'd drawn from the young man, and he lowered his head once again, this time taking Obi-Wan's mouth in a ravenous kiss. Seemingly trying to devour his apprentice, his tongue explored and claimed every inch of the hot, moist cavern, only retreating to draw Obi's tongue after and suck hungrily on it. His hands moved more strongly over Obi-Wan's body, stroking and arousing, a finger pushing inside him the slightest bit before retreating again.
"Force, what are you trying to do? Drive me crazy?" the younger man panted, his cock now throbbing and weeping precum, and it hadn't even really been stroked yet. Obi-Wan could feel his muscles tremble and his body shiver with each brush of Xanatos' hands. The man was skilled, perhaps more skilled than even Obi-Wan, although each man seemed to have come by their knowledge in completely different ways.
"Reminding you what it's like to do this for pleasure, not pay." Again Xanatos conveniently ignored their little bargain. "Or did you think that just because we made that deal I intended to be a selfish lover?" He laughed mockingly. "You will learn, Obi-Wan, that pleasure shared is pleasure doubled. Especially for Force-users." He shifted slightly so that his cock brushed over Obi's, then back again so that their only contact was his hands cupping the young man's buttocks.
"I've never done it for pleasure. The first time I had sex it was rape; after that I got paid for selling my body," Obi-Wan replied in a voice gone dead of emotion. "Sex is power and money, and both let me survive when I should have died. I've never thought sex was about pleasure. I have reactions; that's all. It's something my body does autonomously of me; I've never wanted to have sex, okay? Not for the sake of having it without material gain."
Even Xanatos, a Sithlord, was appalled by that dead-sounding recital. Suddenly determined to make Obi-Wan enjoy this as much as a virgin on his bonding night, the older man slowly sank to his knees, licking and nipping each beautiful inch of the young body that now belonged to him, seeking to pleasure him. Once kneeling in front of Obi, rather than gobbling the hard cock, he focused on the soft skin at the crease of his thigh, laving and suckling first one side then the other, never touching the dripping cock or heavy balls.
Obi-Wan's eyes closed of their own will, and his head fell back on his shoulders. A voluptuous moan escaped unheeded, the younger man not even aware of the sound he was making. His entire being was focused on those two little patches of skin and the insidious pleasure that was coursing through his veins. Was this what making love was like? It certainly wasn't the fucking he was used to.
The former whore's hands crept up to rest on Xanatos' shoulder, needing that extra help to keep his balance. Soft ebony waves brushed against the backs of his hands, so inviting that he couldn't help but to play with the ends, his fingers brushing back and forth over the silken fall. "Force, oh Force!" he mewled quietly.
His smile hidden against Obi-Wan's thigh, Xanatos allowed his fingertips to just barely brush the velvety surface of the other man's sac, then glide back over his perineum in a motion so light that it was barely felt. His head angled slightly, causing long strands of his fair to swing over Obi's shaft. Reveling the unconscious moans of pleasure coming from the ex-whore, Xanatos finally touched his erection, his tongue lightly tracing the heavy vein on the underside from base to tip, and then he blew gently on the dampened skin.
Obi-Wan's fingers convulsed around the sculpted planes of Xan's shoulders, and his breathing became more and more erratic. His moans were now continuous, and with each new taunt and tease that the Sithlord tormented him with, his balls drew that much closer to his body.
When Xan's tongue finally traced along the length of his cock before blowing on his damp flesh, Obi's restraint went out the window. With a heaving cry, his body went rigid, and he had the first honestly pleasurable orgasm of his life.
Xanatos barely managed to get Obi-Wan's erection into his mouth in time, then hungrily swallowed his seed while humming with satisfaction. He milked Obi of the last drop of come, then while the aftershocks were still racing through his body, rose to his feet. He paused only to anoint himself with the oil near at hand before slowly pressing inside the climax-relaxed body. He glided into him smoothly, only coming to a halt when his balls were pressed against Obi's ass.
He froze, giving the young man to grow accustomed to the thick presence within him, worrying gently at the tendon on the side of Obi-Wan's neck while he waited.
Obi-Wan's head canted as Xanatos began to nibble on his neck, and he moaned quietly, legs shifting slightly while his hands reached back to grasp at the older man's hips for increased balance. "Force, you're big for a human," the younger man gasped as his body slowly adjusted to the Sithlord's cock. "You're almost as big as a Zabrakian!"
"Oh, but it's not how big you are but what you do with it that matters," Xanatos purred, slowly drawing back till only the tip remained inside Obi, then sliding inside again equally slowly. He maintained that languid pace for some time, even though his own body was screaming at him for more, determined to bring Obi-Wan to another climax, this one with him inside him, before he allowed himself his own release.
"Thought that only applied to lightsabers," Obi-Wan snarked before his fingers bit into Xan's hips hard enough to leave bright red crescents as his prostate was raked by the tip of Xan's cock. "Sithspawn!" the young man gasped as his body went rigid. "You're trying to kill me!"
"No, just pleasure you." Xanatos velvety tone promised so many dark delights, and his body seemed intent on delivering every one. His hands glided over Obi's hips, one coming to rest there, holding him close as he continued his slow glide in and out, the other skimming over drained balls and slightly stirring cock, then moving upward over his quivering belly, stopping at his chest where he plucked at a rigid nipple, twisting and tugging the sensitive bud.
The mewling noise came out of nowhere, and Obi-Wan slammed his jaw shut hard when he heard it. It sounded so... so... needy! Was this how the Sith recruited, this subversive pleasure that crept into every part of a person's soul and turned them into a willing slave?
"Mmmm, you sound as delicious as you taste." Xan's tongue stroked over the side of Obi's throat as if to compare, then his hand rose to turn the young man's head to the side so he could kiss him hungrily, his palm remaining cupped over the vulnerable throat. At the same time, his hips began to move a little faster.
Obi-Wan's body stirred impossibly to life, his phallus filling once more with each thrust of Xanatos' cock. The former whore's breath became increasingly ragged as his mouth was claimed as thoroughly as his body. Over and over Xan's cock hit its mark, stabbing into Obi-Wan's prostate. Finally the younger man ripped his mouth away to suck in heaving gasps of air, his eyes wild and unfocused as a primal scream built in the back of his throat.
Feeling Obi-Wan trembling on the brink of another climax, Xanatos let himself go finally, now pounding into his body with forceful thrusts, nearly bruising Obi's ass as he rammed into him. Both of them needed it hard and fast now, and Xan growled wordlessly as his body tensed, then thrust into the young man even deeper than he had been, a strangled cry escaping, muffled by Obi-Wan's mouth, as he came.
Obi-Wan's cries commingled with Xanatos' as he too found his second release of the night at the same time as the Sithlord. Sagging against the older man's body, the emotionally and physically exhausted young man could no longer shore up the trickle of tears that seeped out of the corners of his eyes.
He'd been denied so much and all because some asshole of a Jedi master couldn't see past his own pain. Even this dark version of desire was more than he'd ever received from Jinn and the Jedi in general, and he felt his fragile inner shields shatter like spun glass, exposing his core personality for Xanatos' taking. He was split wide open, no defenses left and powerless to stop the older man from invading his mind, should he so wish it.
Even with the last tremors of his climax vibrating through him, Xanatos felt Obi-Wan's shields collapse, and without thought, he instantly reached for him mentally. Before he could think better of what he was doing, they had come together, a strong training bond linking their minds. Shock clanged through the older Sith as he realized what he'd done, and he hastily blocked off his deepest self. He made no attempt, however, to shield the topmost levels of his mind from the fledgling bond, allowing Obi access to him even as they sank to their knees, unable to remain standing any longer.
Obi-Wan's eyes flew open as he felt for the first time in his life what a training bond felt like. What it felt like to have another person in his mind, sharing his thoughts and allowing Obi-Wan into his. "What... what have you done?" he whispered, staring at the older man in disbelief and dawning hope that perhaps Xanatos had, in fact, been telling Obi-wan the truth instead of just another empty promise in a long line of broken promises dating back to the moment he'd been given to the Jedi for safekeeping as a newborn infant.
"I told you that I wanted you as my apprentice... too." Xan smiled crookedly, carefully pulling out of Obi-Wan and turning the young man to face him without the painful-looking twisting. "That would be a training bond." He wasn't going to admit that he hadn't expected one so strong and deep, much more profound that even the one he'd shared with Jinn. Palpatine had barely linked to him, preferring to hoard his mind and powers, so this... this was like healing a wound, filling an emptiness he hadn't been consciously aware of feeling.
"I... Jinn wouldn't, said I wasn't going to be his apprentice, so why would I, but I felt the start of one when we fought the draigons, and it felt so right, like the Force wanted it to be or something, but Jinn, he cut it off so brutally, denied it and slammed these impenetrable shields down. It hurt so bad I was knocked out, and when I woke up again, what I thought was a bond was gone, and we were on different ships, me heading to Bandomeer and him off to his glorious mission or something," Obi-Wan admitted quietly.
"I never felt whole again after he did that. It was like I was blind and he'd given me sight for a few brief moments only to snatch it back again. I've spent the rest of my life in darkness until... until now," the younger man was crying openly now, his whole being exposed for the taking. "Thank you for letting me see again."
Slowly, almost reluctantly, Xanatos wrapped his arms around the suddenly fragile-seeming young man, drawing him against him and allowing him to weep against his chest. He began to understand why Sith didn't usually have true training bonds the way Jedi did: he didn't think he could bear to allow harm to come to Obi-Wan. Yet he could not bring himself to regret what he'd done either; they would find their own way, he and his apprentice, and not even the Force would be able to help the Jedi!
When the emotional storm had abated and Obi-Wan had finally managed to regain control of both his emotions and his shields, tattered though that control might be, he found himself embarrassed at being so weak in front of a Sithlord.
Weakness was exploited or cut out like a disease; Sith couldn't afford to be weak. So why had Xanatos allowed him the luxury of tears? And why did he feel this uncontrollable urge to offer the dark Jedi his very soul up on a silver platter?
"Is this where I'm dismissed for the night because you're finished with me? Or are you finished with me yet?" Obi-Wan asked gruffly, trying to hide behind anger to protect his still unstable emotional state.
To his own surprise, Xanatos heard himself say, "If you want to return to your room, that's your choice. If not, you're perfectly welcome to sleep here with me." What was he saying? He'd never in his entire life allowed someone to spend the whole night in his bed, and here he was inviting this former whore--the man who was bonded to him, his mind whispered--to share it with him.
"You'd trust me to sleep with you?" Obi-Wan replied, shocked. No one had ever trusted him that much, not since his days in the creche.
"I trusted you in my mind. Drawing back from my bed would be a bit ridiculous, don't you think?" Xan rose to his feet and held out a hand to Obi, offering to help him up as well. "But first I think a shower is in order."
"I don't get you at all," the younger man muttered, looking at Xan's hand as if it were a Sithian viradder but still reaching out to take it. This was his master, his owner after all. Xanatos had all rights to his body, and should he want Obi to shower, so be it. Of course Obi-Wan was loath to admit that he so desperately wanted a shower he could feel his skin crawl; that would be too much like giving in but... "A shower sounds nice, I guess," the younger man replied mumbling.
Xanatos couldn't restrain the genuinely amused laugh that escaped him. "You might want to reconsider lying to me, Obi-Wan... The training bond?" he reminded him, grinning. Oh, this boy was going to make his life very interesting and in far more ways than he'd first anticipated. "For now, the shower." He drew the younger man after him, eager to cleanse his body of the stickiness caused by their exertions.
"Sithbedamned thing," Obi muttered under his breath, following along behind Xanatos like a good little puppy. "This was so not part of our deal, Te Crion! I mean, I can't have even a modicum of privacy anymore? I at least had my thoughts to myself at the whorehouse," the younger man continued, although his grumbling was, for the most part, without any heat to it.
"The bond will stabilize in the next several hours, and after that unless goaded by strong emotions, we will be able to shield against each other." Xanatos stepped into the shower, sighing contentedly as the water pounded down on him.
"Okay, correct me if I'm wrong here but isn't the whole Sith gig about strong emotions? You know, anger, hate fear and aggression? Isn't that why the masters in general and the little green troll in particular warned all us initiates not to give into them? Well, that and lust and passion. Those were right up there on the not to do list at the Temple," Obi queried even as he turned the water hotter than Xanatos had it set at, wanting to bake himself with hot water.
"Well yes, but it's not like anyone can exist on an emotional peak every moment of their lives. It's more about indulging the emotions when they happen instead of burying and sublimating them," Xan explained, rolling his shoulders under the water as he let the day's tensions wash away.
"So if I feel like killing you, I should indulge in the sentiment, is that what you're saying?" Obi-Wan asked innocently, glancing back over his shoulder at his new 'master'.
"I'd really rather you didn't. It's so troublesome having to kill and replace apprentices all the time." Xanatos gave him a bland smile.
Obi-Wan snorted but let the subject drop. There would be enough time later on to start testing the limits of what he could and couldn't get away with. For right now the young man just wanted to enjoy not having to service a room full of people all night long. He couldn't remember the last time he'd actually slept at night, so this was going to be something of a treat for him, to sleep the night through.
"Whatever you say, Te Crion, whatever you say," the younger man replied, unwilling to give Xanatos the last word, as he began to lather his chest and groin, washing off the semen that had splattered over him.
Well aware of Obi-Wan's desire to take some sort of control, Xanatos chose to let him get away with it this time, quickly washing up and stepping out of the shower. "Feel free to join me or return to your own room," he said over his shoulder as he padded back out to the bedroom, leaving it up to the young man. He had a feeling this unexpected bond was going to make him reevaluate his training plans for his new apprentice, but he realized he didn't mind. If he could get past those prickly defense mechanisms, the two of them would be far more than the Jedi could imagine.
"Well, fuck! He gives me a choice now?" the young man groaned. "How totally un-fucking-Sithlike is that?" Part of Obi-Wan had to admit that he liked having someone care enough about him that they ordered him around, even if that caring was like caring for a piece of property or a favored pet. It had been a long time since anyone had cared whether he lived or died--beyond his handlers, who were more concerned with losing their income than his well-being.
That more than anything made up his mind, and scant moments later he was crawling into bed next to Xanatos, unsure of how close to get but hoping that maybe his new master would want to hold him instead of just ignoring his presence.
Not admitting even to himself how pleased he was that Obi-Wan had chosen to join him, Xanatos opened midnight blue eyes and rolled over to face him. He met the wary, sea-green gaze equably, then reached over and hooked an arm around the young man, drawing him close until they were nestled together, Obi's head on his chest as Xan dropped back onto his back.
"Get some sleep," he ordered softly.
Not able to come up with a snappy comeback for once in his life, Obi-Wan allowed the strange sense of homecoming to seep into his bones and give him comfort. And, surprisingly, Obi-Wan fell into an untroubled sleep, not even feeling threatened by the arms holding him tightly against the lean, lithe but deceptively strong body behind him.
Xanatos woke first the next morning, not surprising considering the hours Obi had been keeping. What did surprise him was that despite his initial intention of waking the youth up and throwing him straight into training, he was just lying there holding him almost protectively.
Rolling in the embrace, Obi snuggled deeper into Xan's arms, his face now pressed against the older man's chest and his own arms wrapped around Xanatos. Obi-Wan would never have admitted this while awake, but he was a snuggler, and he continued to worm his way closer into his master's embrace, one leg slipping between Xan's even as his mouth found, latched onto and began to suckle sleepily on one of the older man's nipples.
At first startled, Xanatos slowly roused as his apprentice moved closer, taking what he wanted in ways he would never let his guard down enough to attempt while awake. One of Xan's hands rose to cup the back of his hand, sinking into the fine silk of his hair, and the older man's back arched, a drowsy murmur of pleasure escaping him.
Waking slowly, Obi-Wan's eyelashes fluttered open, brushing against Xan's skin like a butterfly's kiss, mutable eyes unfocused and sleepy. Reality came swiftly as Xanatos' pleasure brushed against his mind, reminding Obi of the training bond, and he stopped, fighting the fight or flight instinct that had taken over the minute conscious thought had returned.
Torn between wanting to continue what he was doing and not being able to trust anyone except to lie and use him, Obi-Wan didn't know what to do and couldn't stop the piteous moan that vibrated against Xan's chest.
Able to sense every emotion, Xanatos hovered between forcing Obi, breaking him like a proper Sith apprentice, and reassuring him, allowing him to rebuild himself. Almost to his own surprise, his hand fell away from Obi-Wan's head, his arms loosening until the boy could easily pull away if he chose. Obi-Wan had just become the single person that Xanatos would not willingly harm.
After long, agonizing moments of indecision, Obi-Wan's tongue came out and flicked across the nubbin of flesh in his mouth, his hands coming to rest lightly on Xan's waist, his fingers tracing patterns on the older man's flesh as he did so. Over and over his tongue dance across his master's flesh, his eyelashes continuing to flutter softly against Xan's skin as added stimulus.
Pleased by Obi-Wan's choice, Xanatos arched upward slightly, pressing a little harder against his tongue, and his fingers flexed at the young man's waist. He shivered as Obi brought his sensual tricks to bear, his flesh rousing, but it was the faint hint of true arousal in Obi-Wan's mind that truly woke his own passions.
Feeling his cock stir from the relatively new sensation of real desire, Obi-Wan began to rub his morning erection against Xan's leg, arousing them both even more. Moaning around the erect nubbin of flesh, Obi opened his eyes and looked up at Xan, wanting to see if he was pleasing his new master.
Xanatos stared down, dark eyes meeting and locking onto light, the bond between them flaring into full awareness, each of them feeling what the other felt. Their growing pleasure echoed between them, each reinforcing the other, and these small touches already had him nearing a peak. Groaning, he reached between them, long fingers curling around Obi-Wan's erection, seeking to increase his enjoyment.
The moan of pleasure came out of nowhere. Oh, he'd made these noises before, but they had always been forced, fake. This one was real, as a bolt of need shot from his cock to his nervous system making his body quake with need. Gasping, Obi's head fell back and away from the nipple he'd been suckling on, his ever-changing eyes falling shut as he gasped for air while his body reacted. "Please, master, oh please!" he begged unknowingly.
"That's it, Obi, feel," Xanatos purred. Slowly, he rolled on top of the younger man, settling between his legs, smiling when they spread wider for him. "I want to be inside you, Obi-Wan. I want to feel you hot and tight around me, feeling everything I have to give you." He could feel the twin surges of lust and fear in his apprentice's mind, and he waited to see which one would win.
It was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do: let go of his distrust and his control and let another man guide his movements, his body, his arousal. Oh, he knew that he belonged to Xanatos now. By the covenant he himself had agreed to, the Sithlord owned him body and soul. But instead of breaking him to his will, Xanatos seemed to be gentling him to the bit, so to speak. It was so confusing.
Add to it the sensations crashing through him at the moment and Obi-Wan could barely think at all, he could only react. "Please, master, anything. Everything," the younger man mewled at last, bowing to the needs that raged within him.
Using the Force to ease his entry, Xanatos resettled himself between the young man's legs, slowly rubbing up and down the crease of his ass a few times before positioning the head of his cock at the opening and pressing inside. "Ah, Force, yes!" he groaned, feeling the tight heat enclose him. He paused to allow Obi to grow accustomed to him, then felt the lust in his apprentice's mind, freeing him to move.
Groaning, Obi's hands fisted into the sheets above his head and his eyes closed even as his whole body arched off the bed except for where he was impaled by the Sithlord's cock. "Oh Force!" he moaned quietly, writhing on his impalement. It actually felt good, very good. He had never thought he could think of sex as pleasurable for the sake of pleasure again - it had been a tool, a means to an end but this... was exquisite.
Xanatos allowed the pleasure to build between them, flowing back and forth between their minds, each reinforced by the other until he thought they might never find their way apart. His body moved hungrily, hips driving back and forth, erection thrusting in and out, and his mouth covered Obi-Wan's, taking it as voraciously as he claimed his body.
Wrapping his legs around the older man's hips, Obi's hands gradually released their hold on the sheets and wended around Xan's shoulders. Holding on as if for dear life, Obi began to thrust up into Xan's hips, meeting each one with a passion of his own. "Force, oh Force, please, need..."
The feel of Xanatos in his mind, caressing parts of him long abandoned and empty, bringing new life, new sensation, had Obi-Wan spinning. It was like he'd been dead but was given a second chance, like he was blind but could see again, and it was glorious. "Please... XANATOS!"
Unable to hold back any longer, Xan plunged into Obi-Wan, his hand moving on the young man's erection so rapidly it was almost a blur, and he cried Obi's name as he came, buried deep inside him. And even at the moment of climax, he could still feel Obi-Wan's sensations as well, building even as his own orgasm exploded through both of them.
Sagging back into the sheets, spent and exhausted beyond measure, Obi-Wan could only stare in disbelief as the older man's orgasm washed over him. "Wha... what happened?" he gasped, feeling the bond widen and open even further under the pleasure that coursed through his veins. "What's going on?"
Xan clutched at him, his own eyes widening slightly as the bond deepened between them, into something that he thought could never be broken. Slumping over the younger man, he lay there trying to reassemble his scattered thoughts in the wake of the most intense climax of his life. "I think that the training bond just turned itself into a lifebond," he said faintly.
"Lifebond?" Obi-Wan squeaked. "Lifebonds are myth - legend. They're fairytales cooked up by those crackpot Jedi, aren't they?"
"No," Xanatos sighed. "They're not. Both Jedi and Sith have documented them for millennia. It's just that they're very, very rare. I never expected..." He frowned, slowly pulling out of Obi and rolling over onto his back to stare at the ceiling.
"But... what does that mean? To us? How is that going to affect... everything?" Obi-Wan asked, his voice low and scared. "What is a lifebond anyway?"
"It means that neither of us has to worry about outliving the other," Xanatos sighed. "Even if we could block out each other's pain, which I doubt would be possible, our lifeforce is shared now. We live and die together. And until the bond stabilizes, which should take a few days, we need to stay close together, in physical contact as much as possible.
"Oh, and we're probably incapable of sex with anyone else anymore, at least as an active participant." He shook his head, still stunned by the development.
"You mean... well I guess that means killing you like a proper Sith apprentice is out now, hunh?" Obi-Wan sighed, moving towards the side of the bed and away from Xanatos just to test the older man's separation theory as well as relieve his bladder. The further he got from the bed, the more pronounced the pain became until he had to stop just outside the bathroom door, shaking in pain and shock, not quite willing to believe that he was now bound to one man for the rest of his life.
Able to feel Obi-Wan's pain as well as his own, Xanatos had forced himself to remain still to find out what their current limits were, but the flash of agony had him moving to his apprentice's side almost before he willed it. His arms slid around the youth, the pain ebbing as they pressed together, and he kept an arm around Obi's waist as they entered the bathroom so they could relieve themselves and bathe.
"I can see this is going to force some changes on us."
"I guess that means I don't get to keep the room, hunh?" Obi-Wan panted, feeling the pain flowing away increment by increment. "Does this postpone our training for a while? I mean until the bond settles some more, that is," the younger man continued, as he sagged against the cool tile, one hand on Xanatos's waist at all times.
"You can keep the room; you just won't be able to use it for a little while. As for the training, well, we'll try it and see. I don't know if we need to stay in constant contact or not. If not, we can begin."
"This is going to make killing Qui-Gon and bringing down the Jedi rather difficult if it doesn't get any better, isn't it?" Obi-Wan sighed bitterly, not bothering to hide his emotions from the older man, knowing he couldn't even if he wanted to. The anger, the hate, the disappointment, the need to prove himself all washed over the young whore and therefore over his Sith master. "It isn't fair, dammit!"
"It will stabilize in a short time," Xanatos explained. "We're not going to be joined at the hip forever. While there has never before to my knowledge been a lifebonded Sith pair, there have been such pairings among the Jedi, and it is a matter of record that they were able to work independently, even occasionally on different worlds."
"You mean we're the first in history? Is that a bad thing or a good thing?" Obi-Wan asked, leaning his head against the cool tile and closing his eyes. "Lemme guess, considering the way the Sith work, it's a bad thing. I mean, if we're lifebonded, I can't kill you, and you can't kill me, and neither of us can take another apprentice because if we do and they kill one of us, they kill both of us, which would be very bad."
"That just about covers it," Xanatos sighed. "So, we become something new, neither Jedi nor Sith. We'll figure out how this works and use it to destroy the passionless Jedi, and we'll prove that you don't have to be alone to be strong. The universe will be ours, Obi-Wan!" he crowed.
Opening his eyes to look at the older man, his lover, his master, his lifebonded mate, or so it would now seem, Obi-Wan shivered at Xan's emotions. They were primal, savage, and passionate and so unlike the way he'd been most of his life - cold and cut off from emotion.
"Will it?" the younger man queried quietly. "Or will it be our destruction?"
"Nothing can destroy me," Xanatos scoffed, sure of his destiny. "First this planet, then this galaxy, then... Then, my Obi, then we show the Jedi just what they gave up for their bland, passionless existence. We'll destroy them and fuck on the shattered remains of their temple."
"You're very sure of yourself, aren't you?" the younger man asked quietly as he stepped under the hot spray of the shower he had started moments before. "What makes you think that a Sithlord and a temple reject can defeat the entire order?"
"Determination... and beauty," Xan chuckled suddenly, coming down from his high. "The Sith have nearly defeated the Jedi before, with only two, and we two are one. How can we not defeat them?"
"You are a very strange man, you know that? Why the Force saw fit to bind me to you for the rest of our lives I'm not at all sure... I mean the facts would have me think that we should despise it each other, but we don't and... This is just really weird," Obi sighed, shaking his head and sending droplets of water everywhere.
"I wasn't exactly expecting this either, you know," Xan replied, suddenly serious. "But oddly enough, I find I don't mind. I don't believe all that 'will of the Force' crap, but clearly we are bound, and there's nothing we could do about it, even if we wanted to. We'll just have to learn the boundaries."
"The boundaries are what I'm afraid of. What if they are more restrictive for Sith than Jedi? Maybe we should swipe what the Jedi have on life bonds. That would give us the information we need as well as deprive them of having it. Better that they don't know that we've bonded or if they do find out, know more about life bonds than us," Obi-Wan replied practically. "I'd rather not give them the upper hand before they know they have it."
Xanatos nodded slowly. "A good plan. I'll send someone today. Though I doubt a lifebond is any different for Sith than Jedi. It's just that most Sith are not open to such a thing, especially not with their apprentice or master, who would be the only other Force-sensitive they would know."
"So we're freaks among the freaks. What else is new?" Obi shrugged, reaching for the soap and beginning to lather his hands. "At least we'll be phenomenal freaks."
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