Category: Vampire drama. Fourth in a series of unknown length.
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Dedicated: To Linda (Sneezer222) for the {{{hugs}}} when I
needed them.
Thanks to my wonderful Master Cincoflex for betaing.
Summary: Obi-Wan searches for his Master.
Warning: Rape scene.
Disclaimer: The boys belong to George Lucas, vampire legends to
the world.
Unaccountably nervous, Obi-Wan was tempted to pace, but pacing
was beneath the dignity of a Jedi, particularly a mere
apprentice masquerading as a full-fledged knight. He clasped
his hands within the folds of his cloak and took a meditative
breath before entering the imposing structure. Gold lettering
spelled out the name "Jinn Enterprises" on the glass door. The
Jinn family had done well - the elder brother a Jedi Master,
the younger brother a legend of success in the trading
business.
The interior was richly decorated, as to be expected of the
most prosperous import/export business on the planet. Plush
rugs, desks of aged wood and elegant tapestries on the walls
combined to form an ambience which commanded respect. Clearly,
only administration was performed in this building, with the
dirty work of transporting goods discreetly handled elsewhere.
Obi-Wan approached the handsome young receptionist.
"I need to see Fra-Zon Jinn."
The receptionist inquired, "And do you have an appointment,
sir?" The politely bland smile indicated that the Jedi would
not advance any farther than the foyer without one.
Waving his hand and reaching out with the power of the Force,
Obi-Wan intoned, "I have an appointment."
"Yes, you do have an appointment."
"I should go right in."
"Yes, you should go right in."
Jedi powers carried him successfully through two more
receptionists, a secretary and a personal assistant. Few
occasions in his training had yet presented themselves to use
mind control, but pride in the ease of his accomplishment was
mixed with his worry for Qui-Gon. Upon reaching the executive
office, the double doors opened abruptly, swinging outward.
Shock caught his breath at the sight before him: Qui-Gon, but
younger by several years. Differences existed; the nose had not
been broken, the brown hair was short with gray only touching
at the temples, and the beard was missing. The similarities
were astonishing; the shape of the features, the eyes of the
same piercing blue and the smile was as warm when the man
recognized his visitor's uniform.
"I realized someone with mind powers was in the building when
my assistants kept insisting I had an appointment. I am honored
that I am worthy of a Jedi's attention although I was expecting
someone with less than noble intentions. Please, come in."
Fra-Zon strolled back to seat himself at the large desk which
dominated the room, hitting a button on its surface. "Cancel
Security. It's a Jedi, not a thief." Directing his attention
again to Obi-Wan, he asked, "To what do I owe this honor?"
"You're very brave to confront someone with mind powers in your
own office." Obi-Wan delayed for time to assess the situation.
Fra-Zon shrugged. "I have excellent security and prefer to
handle my own concerns." The businessman steepled his fingers
together and lounged back in his chair, waiting patiently for
an explanation.
With his hands in the sleeves of his cloak, Obi-Wan struggled
to look serene and undisturbed. "My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. I
am seeking a missing individual who is in trouble and I believe
that he may have come to you."
Fra-Zon considered the oblique response. "I have had no unusual
visitors within the last week, nor any visitors in trouble. Can
you be more specific?"
"The matter is extremely personal. I would not like to discuss
this person's situation without his presence."
"Then I am afraid I cannot help you." Fra-Zon examined
Obi-Wan's composed countenance, seeking further answers but not
finding them. "However, I highly respect the Jedi." He stood,
walking around to the front of the desk and leaning against it,
legs slightly spread in front to lower his height so his eyes
could gaze directly into Obi-Wan's. His tilted smile tore at
the Padawan's heart. He had never seen his Master without a
beard, but he could now see the true impact of how the thin
lips curled up on one side. "And I respect determination and
discretion. Here's my personal card - if you need my
assistance, this will allow you entry without unnecessary
tricks."
Their hands touched as Obi-Wan clasped the card, Fra-Zon's
fingers sensually caressing. "And if you can't find your
friend, I would be delighted to take you to dinner tonight."
His smile grew even broader at the obvious surprise reflected
in Obi-Wan's hazel eyes. "I am a success in business because I
recognize what I want and go after it, Obi-Wan. I know
distracting a Jedi from a mission is probably an impossible
task, but . . . consider my offer." One large hand drifted
smoothly down the Padawan braid. "Even Jedi have to eat, and
starving won't help your friend."
Dazed, Obi-Wan stood in front of the doorway and thunked his
head against the gold lettering. His reflection in the mirrored
glass stared back at him. He saw nothing unusual about the
face. Cataloging his features, he stared at hazel eyes which
changed to a bluish gray in some lights, short brownish hair,
straight nose, thin lips, a small cleft in his chin.
Understanding Qui-Gon's passion for him was uncomplicated; his
Master was partially transformed and no longer wholly in
control of himself, this the young padawan knew. Obi-Wan
secretly feared that Qui-Gon's cravings might dissolve if the
transformation was reversed, leaving him lonely again. Navar's
insane desire was incomprehensible to him and Fra-Zon's sexual
advance confusing. Jedi were taught to appreciate beauty in all
its forms, but avoided all physical vanity and this sudden
awareness of his own attractiveness embarrassed rather than
pleased Obi-Wan.
Pushing away all other thoughts, the Jedi apprentice
concentrated solely on his Master. He sensed the return of
their Master/Padawan bond as the ship neared this planet,
realizing the sedative must be fading from Qui-Gon's system.
Occasionally, he experienced flashes of pain and rage through
the link, which heightened his desperation to find Qui-Gon
before something unpleasant occurred. Twisting around, gazing
without seeing at the people walking by, he mentally sought a
direction, but the bond was too weak. Logic must suffice for
this task. Qui-Gon, on board a freighter ship, drugged and
confused but gradually reawakening to his demonic side, without
the sustaining presence of his lover. What would have happened
to him? Where would he go after the ship landed, if not to his
brother? Jedi research into Qui-Gon's family had not revealed
his Mother's location, but Jinn Enterprises had been difficult
to miss. With a flash of inspiration, Obi-Wan headed to find
the police station nearest the space port.
Obi-Wan once again shoved all thoughts aside except the need to
concentrate on the here and now as he looked down at Qui-Gon's
tortured body. His Master had managed to survive only a few
days without him until the freighter Captain tossed him into
the ship's prison cell for his increasingly erratic violent
behavior. Not trusting his actions if freed, the Captain
contacted the police upon landing.
"He's been rather easy to control in his own way. We get him
agitated when we need to feed him. He throws himself against
the force field and makes himself all dazed and confused. Then
it's safe to put food in his cell. Of course," the jailer said
laconically, obviously uncaring about humanitarian
considerations, "he don't seem much inclined to eat. Likely to
starve himself soon and we'll have to force feed him. He's a
strong one. That won't be an easy task."
Obi-Wan wanted to smash the smirking face, obliterating the
lack of concern. His Master felt the rage rippling through his
apprentice's body and responded, leaping at the jailer,
Obi-Wan's neckband clasped in one hand as his talisman. Even
with protection, the jailer flinched back as hands reached for
his throat. As the force field energy repeatedly tore through
Qui-Gon's frame, the attack shocked Obi-Wan back to awareness.
Retribution for the agonies suffered would only lead to the
dark side and their concerns were more immediate than
vengeance. Suppressing his own anger and focusing his mental
energy, Obi-Wan connected his eyes with the jailer. "He's a
matter for the Jedi. You will release him to me."
He would have died in the seedy alley, throat slashed and blood
pouring from his jugular, if he hadn't been prepared.
Qui-Gon had followed him down the city streets, seemingly
quiescent, but Obi-Wan could feel the building rage and desire
striking his Master's every nerve. Violence at the damage
inflicted upon him during his imprisonment was fading, replaced
by rage at having been divided so long from his Padawan, his
lifeline. The fact that the separation had been his own choice
blocked from his mind as the desire to possess and own that
lithe body escalated. Obi-Wan scanned for a likely spot,
knowing that walking behind him, his Master was making the same
calculated judgment. Only the remnants of sedative in his
system were keeping him in control enough not to attack him on
the busy street.
Qui-Gon pounced when the two Jedi passed a deserted alleyway,
shoving the smaller man down the walk and behind a stack of
discarded boxes, slamming him against the wall. Obi-Wan's
forearm, quickly raised in front of his throat, saved his life.
Qui-Gon's fangs sank into the firm muscle, his other teeth
indenting the flesh, leaving gaping punctures and a bruise that
would require concentrated Jedi healing.
Bending over him, his Master grunted low, savoring the sweet
nectar of what little blood he could taste from the muscle. His
hands fumbled with Obi-Wan's clothes, flipping up the bottom of
his tunic to pull down his breeches, almost slicing them open
with the sharpness of his nails. Obi-Wan used the pressure of
his Master's teeth on his arm to push himself higher against
the roughness of the wall, raising and spreading both legs on
each side of Qui-Gon's thighs, soles of his boots on the wall,
tilting his pelvis back, knowing what had to come to
temporarily satiate the insane passion.
Pulling down his breeches enough to free his erection, Qui-Gon
slammed into Obi-Wan's body, his penis sinking to its full
length. His Master was too large and the attack too sudden.
Pain ripped through Obi-Wan's unprepared body. But the young
man was a trained Jedi, and rigorous physical activity had been
bred into every aspect of his life. He accepted the pain and
dropped his shields, letting the crazed desire of his Master
pour through him, drowning his own agony by absorbing Qui-Gon's
excitement.
The intensity was too high to last and with a growling roar,
Qui-Gon climaxed, his seed flowing into Obi-Wan. He slumped
against his apprentice and managed to relax his jaw, freeing
Obi-Wan's arm. He licked gently at the wounds, feeling the
crispness of Obi-Wan's body hair on the warmth of his tongue.
He pulled out of Obi-Wan's body, but remained leaning over him,
foreheads touching.
//Obi, I am so sorry.//
Obi-Wan sighed with a detached despair, certain that his
Master's remorse would last only until the next time something
appeared to threaten his apprentice or their bond. Qui-Gon's
perception threshold was absurdly low since becoming partially
'demonic.' Pushing the older man away, Obi-Wan restored his
clothing, then his Master's, as the other Jedi stood mutely,
waiting for judgment. "Come on, let's go to the hotel. You
stink of that freighter hold." Obi-Wan stalked out of the
alleyway, toward the room he had rented before tracking down
Fra-Zon.
In the hotel room, Qui-Gon soaked in a tubful of hot water.
Having removed tunic and boots, Obi-Wan knelt over him, washing
the long silvery brown hair, cleaning away the stench of the
ship. "Rinse." Qui-Gon obediently slid further down so Obi-Wan
could dip his head underneath the hot liquid, running his hands
through the long strands to remove the sudsy shampoo. Qui-Gon
sat back up against one end of the tub. "Please," he said,
holding his arms out toward Obi-Wan.
Without protest, Obi-Wan dropped his breeches and undergarment
to the floor and climbed into the tub, laying his body on the
length of his Master's long form, positioning his neck near his
mouth. Qui-Gon struck rapidly, fangs digging into the soft
skin, feeling as if he had been surviving only for this instant
in time. The weight of Obi-Wan's hard body on his own, the warm
liquid of the water surrounding them, the almost innocent look
to his apprentice's face, eyes closed and face muscles relaxed
as he accepted his Master's need. The delicious taste of his
blood filled Qui-Gon's mouth, rolling over his tongue and down
his throat, burning a path of warmth through his veins.
A second could have passed, or maybe an hour. Qui-Gon knew
nothing but sweet satisfaction until fingers clenched firmly
into his shoulders to indicate that enough blood had been lost.
He reluctantly released his fangs, and Obi-Wan propped his
forearms on Qui-Gon's chest, creating a space between their
bodies. Using his large hands, Qui-Gon pulled on Obi-Wan's hips
to position his bent legs on each side of Qui-Gon's own hips,
forcing his apprentice to sit up. Their cocks touched, Obi-Wan
still flaccid while Qui-Gon burned with need.
"No, Master," Obi-Wan whispered. "Not so soon."
"Please. For you, beloved, only for you. I must make amends for
my attack. I want you to know pleasure." The civilized man
controlled the beast temporarily and was appalled at his prior
savagery.
The sadness in Qui-Gon's eyes ripped at Obi-Wan's soul, but he
managed to laugh wryly. "That doesn't feel as if it would just
be for me."
Hugging him closer, Qui-Gon returned the short laugh. "Then you
must forgive me again. I do tend to lose control around you.
Please. Let me satisfy you." Obi-Wan granted permission to the
entreaty with his silence and a brief nip to one ear. Qui-Gon
slid a hand between their bodies to clasp his apprentice's
penis, his broad thumb testing the resiliency of the tip, his
fingers massaging the length, tickling the sensitive underside.
The other hand explored his body, sliding up and down the
supple length of his back, around to his front, brushing the
crisp armpit hair, seeking his nipples, appreciating the solid
feel of his chest muscles. Qui-Gon's motions were as smooth and
caressing as one might stroke a length of the finest silk,
lengthened fingernails carefully held away from Obi-Wan's skin.
He lowered his shields, not swamping Obi-Wan with his feelings,
but simply allowing the passion/desire/domination/possession
yearning that pounded through his mind to exist between the
two. Obi-Wan was subtly seduced by the sheer delight of being
revered.
Breathing more quickly, Obi-Wan began rocking, seeking
satisfaction, thrusting their hips together. Qui-Gon kept the
movement of his hands unhurried. He waited until the water had
cooled, until Obi-Wan began pleading with whimpers of
unsatisfied desire, scattering kisses over his Master's face
and neck, moaning fierce endearments into the smooth skin. The
frantic response reassured Qui-Gon of forgiveness, removing the
stain of his brutality. Pumping his hand roughly and strongly
on Obi-Wan's cock, he drove the younger man to a
mind-shattering orgasm. Their gasps of satisfaction echoed
against the white tile as despite his selfless intentions,
Qui-Gon's orgasm instantly followed Obi-Wan's, pleasure lashing
through his body.
Obi-Wan collapsed against Qui-Gon's solid form, struggling for
breath, as the Master languidly milked his Padawan, ensuring
that every fluid drop was spilled.
Now that Qui-Gon's craving for blood was satiated and a degree
of rationality returned, Obi-Wan asked the question that had
haunted him since being deserted. "Master, why did you leave
me? Haven't you accepted that you cannot live without me? I
love you."
Qui-Gon bent his head forward, avoiding the intent gaze,
rubbing his cheek against the hands resting on his shoulders.
"I accept that I cannot survive without you. I've learned that
lesson. I will not leave you behind again. If I must risk
killing you, I must."
"But you don't accept that I love you? That you are the only
lover I've ever truly loved?" The bitterness generated by
Qui-Gon's evasiveness surprised even himself. "Why do you think
I tolerate your actions? My noble Padawan loyalty?" The lack of
response indicated his guess was correct. Pushed beyond
patience, he yanked on Qui-Gon's long hair, forcing his head
up. For emphasis, he gripped each side of his neck and banged
his head against the wall. The blow wasn't strong enough to
injure but the pain highlighted the seriousness of the words.
"Master Windu offered me the choice of a new Master. The
decision to find you was mine. I promised you back when you
first changed that we would be together as long as you needed
me and to the end of our lives, if you wanted. Love made me
search for you, not blind loyalty."
Explaining his jealousy and lack of trust to another person was
almost impossible, since Qui-Gon could hardly understand his
own emotions. His apprentice's devotion over the last few weeks
had been unparalleled. "I nearly went insane when I felt
Navar's lips on your cock, when I saw your naked body in his
bed. You did love him. I saw you two laugh and talk together at
the spring celebration. Such young, handsome men . . . you were
perfection. Why should you love me--your old teacher?"
"I've never loved anyone but you. As a father, a mentor,
a friend, and finally as a man I desperately craved with every
fiber of my heart and body. Yes, I had sex with others when I
thought I would never have you. I'm only human." He inhaled
deeply, searching for a persuasive calm. "I love you," he
repeated. "Respected Jedi Master or wild demon, it doesn't
matter, as long as we are together. Don't doubt me because of
Navar's insanity. Only you will ever have my love and my body
again."
Circling his apprentice's slender frame with his arms, Qui-Gon
brought their lips together, accepting the honesty of that vow.
Obi-Wan let his emotional intensity fade and softened into the
embrace. If necessary, more words would come later. For now,
the sweet response of his kiss would express his love.
Only a day had passed though yesterday's events seemed to have
consumed a lifetime of both despair and pleasure. It was late
afternoon as Obi-Wan stood again in front of Jinn Enterprises,
his reflection between the gold lettering showing his calm
expression, the neckband back in its accustomed place hiding
the new fang marks. Qui-Gon walked behind him, the hood of his
Jedi cloak covering his face.
The personal card worked even easier than Jedi powers and the
two were escorted directly to the executive office, the doors
once again opening as Fra-Zon viewed Obi-Wan with a delighted
smile. Noticing the form lurking behind, the smile dimmed to
polite interest. "I gather you've found your friend. Please
enter."
Walking to an arrangement of table and chairs in one corner of
the room, Fra-Zon picked up a decanter filled with an amber
fluid. "Would a celebratory drink be appropriate for this
occasion?"
"I hope you think so," Qui-Gon replied as he drew the hood away
from his face.
"Qui-Gon! You must be Qui-Gon." The businessman embraced his
brother, hugging him tightly. "I never thought to meet you. You
are Qui-Gon? Not just a distant cousin with a strong family
resemblance?" His joy at meeting his brother appeared genuine,
as his eyes beamed and a smile lit his face.
"Yes, I am Qui-Gon Jinn. I gather you know about me?"
"We have much to discuss. A drink is definitely in order."
Fra-Zon poured the liqueur into three glasses, handing two to
the Jedi. The men clinked their glasses and drank, Fra-Zon's
eyes lighting on the flash of fangs. "Much to discuss
apparently. I don't recall fangs in Mother's holo of your baby
picture. But let's be comfortable," he said, gesturing them
into chairs, giving Qui-Gon a curious stare.
"The fangs - " Qui-Gon's tongue flicked at one sharp tooth.
"The fangs are why I searched you out, hoping for more
knowledge of my genetic background."
"A recent development?" Fra-Zon was almost disconcertingly
jovial, as if humor could disguise the bizarreness of his
brother's predicament.
"Possibly a recessive gene that was triggered recently by
external stimulus. We don't know. I would appreciate any
information on our family, particularly on our Mother."
Fra-Zon shrugged, refilling their glasses. "I'm not sure there
is much I can tell you. Neither of our parents talked much of
their past, particularly Mother. Let's see - Mother and Father
met on a space liner. Mother was an entertainer, a singer.
Father was a junior officer for the private travel company
operating the liner. They settled on this planet, Mother gave
birth to you. You were tested, had a high midi-chlorian level,
and were inducted into the Jedi. Mine is almost negligible,"
rueful amusement at the twist of fate speared his words.
"Mother didn't entertain any more, but I remember listening to
her sing as she worked around the house. She had the most
exquisite voice. Father quit the travel company, using his
contacts to open this import/export business. A few years
later, they had me. When Father retired, I took over this
company, making it more successful than he dreamed."
Obi-Wan asked the question Qui-Gon most dreaded. "And your
parents - where are they?"
"I'm sorry." Fra-Zon's joviality softened at the news he must
share. "Father passed away a few years ago in an accident.
Mother - Mother soon followed him. His death broke her heart."
Qui-Gon stopped on the busy sidewalk, letting the people flow
around him, absorbed in his thoughts. Obi-Wan stayed at his
side, waiting for his Master's response to the lengthy meeting.
Fra-Zon had been delighted to share his childhood and his
successful expansion of Jinn Enterprises. Little more useful
information had been provided on their parents and no knowledge
of the planet Valon or Valona relatives. He had begged for
details on Qui-Gon's Jedi training and his transformation
before excusing himself for a business dinner, asking them to
meet tomorrow. Qui-Gon had been vaguely noncommittal on his
response to that invitation. "It's a sad thing," the elder said
calmly.
"I wasn't sure if you had realized."
"Yes, the dolomide has completely worn off. I'm in touch with
the living Force, though I would have preferred not to know
that my own brother had lied to me."
"Could you tell what was truthful and what was not?" Obi-Wan
asked hesitantly.
"Most of it was truth with only elements of falsehoods. But
certainly my Mother - my Mother is still alive." Qui-Gon
finally turned to look at his cherished apprentice, placing one
large hand on his sturdy shoulder. "Thank you for your
presence. You kept me sane enough not to reach for his throat
at that lie. The question is - is my brother an honest man,
wishing to avoid a potential embarrassment for his business? Is
he protecting an aged Mother so that she will not be distressed
at the horrible sight of her unknown son? Or is he somehow
involved with those who would force my transformation? Did he
do something to distract you last time?" Adding a direct
question to his rhetorical list caught Obi-Wan off-guard and he
responded honestly before deciding if the truth was wise.
"He made a sexual advance."
His Master merely gave an unsurprised nod, as if anticipating
that answer from the undercurrents he sensed between the two.
Obi-Wan's earnest promises had reassured his soul's need for
violent domination. Jealousy at his brother would not consume
him this day. "Yes, if he is playing a game, he would want to
disconcert you. If so, I wonder why he risked meeting me
today."
"If he is aware of what is happening to you, he may have
thought you would not have enough control to discover his
evasions," Obi-Wan offered, not sure whether Qui-Gon's demonic
side would prefer the thought of a dishonest brother or one who
was attracted to his lover.
"Yes, that would be a logical assumption if he knows the myth
of the demons. He would not know the effect of your love on my
stability. And presumably you would be too uncomfortable from
his proposition yesterday. Or perhaps discounted due to your
age. He underestimates both of us, a bad move for an
intelligent man. We still need more information on this
transformation and his answers have only raised more
questions."
"Then we continue the quest. We find your mother without his
assistance." Obi-Wan's tone was emphatic. He would not be left
behind.
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