Two mighty figures coupled in their palatial estate. Once Jedi,
their souls were now claimed by fire. Rulers of the dark they
had become, slave to the power, bound by its corruptions. Their
love had long since become obsession, lust feeding on itself,
burning consumption. The power demanded it.
"Tighter."
"Mmm. How's this" the taller man whispered.
Obi-Wan straddled Qui-Gon's lap, legs wide, leaning back into
the other man. They were seated in plush throw pillows about
the thickly carpeted floor.
Qui-Gon reached around the front of his lover, tightening his
grip on a straining cock. His own was buried deep inside the
bronzed body atop him. His other hand played with a protruding
navel, teasing it out even further.
"Aah. There was...another message from...Palpa...tine" Obi-Wan
gasped, grinding his hips side to side in Qui-Gon's lap, his
body tightening.
Qui-Gon moistened his free hand against his lips, reaching for
a fat nipple, paddling it rapidly. The other hand continued to
stroke and pull Obi-Wan, thumbing the velvet head and gripping
down the shaft.
"Tell...me" Qui-Gon rasped, licking the back of his neck. He
began to thrust in earnest.
Obi-Wan's head fell back against his shoulder. "Wa, wants to
meet...talk" his hips began to bounce wildly, his body gripping
tightly around the massive cock.
"Again?? Ughh...Stars, Obi...so hot...tight" grimacing with
pleasure, Qui-Gon was at the edge now. He thrust strongly,
lifting thick thighs off the cushions.
"Aaaagkh...!!" fire raced up Obi-Wan's spine. Another thrust
stroked him deeply, making him come. He jerked and spasmed,
legs flailing wildly, covering Qui-Gon's pumping fist with cum.
Qui-Gon lurched. "Obi-Wan!! Yesssss..."
Obi-Wan had barely finished when he felt powerful legs twitch
and quake beneath him. Seconds later he sat in a flood of
sticky warmth.
They went limp, collapsing back on the cushions. Qui-Gon
caressed his lover's stomach and thighs gently. After a bit,
their breathing calmed. Obi-Wan turned, cuddling into the
taller body.
"Mmm. Wonderful, father" he murmured softly, stroking the
muscled chest.
Qui-Gon sighed, contentedly tasting his coated hand. "As
always, my Obi. The fire burns sweet, does it not?" he pecked
soft kisses on the silky neck.
Eyes closed. "Oh yes. Perfect." he purred.
Qui-Gon nipped his neck. Since the transformation, their
lovemaking became increasingly fierce and wild. Rarely could
they contain themselves long enough to be gentle. The power
made their appetites rage insanely.
But when blood runs hot, the power is greatest.
Another nip, on the ear this time. "You said Palpatine
contacted us again. What does he want?"
Obi-Wan opened his eyes slowly. "An audience. He wants to
attend with his most favored Sith Lords. If I didn't know
better, I'd swear he wants us to join them."
Small smile. "Intriguing. I should be interested in what they
have to say."
"I told him I would discuss this matter with you first. It
could be a golden opportunity. What do you think?"
Qui-Gon considered. "Why not? Listening can do no harm, and it
just may give us an edge."
Obi-Wan sat up. "I'll contact him, then, and let him know..."
Qui-Gon curled his tongue over his lips. "Not just yet" he
pinned his son with a heavy leg. "I'm not done with you" he
snatched Obi-Wan back down onto the cushions.
The green eyes flashed with lust. "Do I have a choice?" his
tongue slid out a little.
Qui-Gon claimed the hot mouth with his own. //Yes. You can
scream here or in our bed.//
Palpatine had considered the possible advantages of an alliance
with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon was practically legendary
within the Jedi ranks. The fact that he had turned, and his
padawan along with him, was amazing to say the least. And with
him on their side...
It must have been especially demoralizing to Yoda. I wonder
where the green frog hides now. Still at Coruscant?
Silent footsteps entered his meditation chamber. Darth Maul.
"My lord. Forgive me for interrupting your meditations, but I
was told you required my presence."
"Yes. I want you to pay a visit to Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan's estate
on Mooris. Speak of our intentions to form an alliance. Show
them how it would be beneficial to all concerned. "
The wild eyes glowed under a black cowl. "Mooris is
somewhat...distant, my lord. Do they hide there?"
Palpatine rubbed his chin in thought. "If they hide, it is by
choice. Though Mooris is a rim world, it's actually a practical
choice. No doubt they are...adjusting, and need time and
distance. Rumor has it within the conclave that they have
achieved a true transformation. If such is the case, they would
have little to fear" he grinned wolfishly. "Except perhaps us."
"A Transformation? I heard they had turned, but..."
Palpatine waved a hand. "Not only drawing on the dark, but part
of it. If this is so, I wish to know their secrets of
power."
"What of the alliance proposal?"
"I will visit them myself at some point. If I am not available
when you return, seek your Lord Krydd."
Darth Maul grinned, his face a landscape of red and black.
"They will see our point of view, Master. We will not be
denied."
Palpatine's sharp features creased. "More information is
needed, Maul. Go. Be strong in the power" he nodded.
The cowled figure bowed, then took his exit.
Palpatine steepled his hands. Indeed. The universe turns in
strange ways. Qui-Gon himself falls. The wild card has come to
his true side, at last.
Another day of lust passed uneventfully. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan
had moved their escapades to the upstairs bedroom. Fatigue had
finally slowed their passion.
Sprawled on blue satin, Obi-Wan kissed across Qui-Gon's damp
chest, rolling his tongue over a thick nipple. Qui-Gon moaned
at the sensation.
"Obi-Wan. I grow concerned about some aspects of our
transformation" he finally managed.
The younger man folded his arms on the broad chest, looking up
at his love.
"How do you mean? It's been nearly a year since the change.
What could be wrong?"
Qui-Gon sat up. "There is still much we don't know about
ourselves in this state. I have noticed an increased lack of
control..."
His lover stroked his stomach, grinning. "Not necessarily bad."
"Nympho. Stop that. Our extrasensory abilities are making us
hypersensitive as they expand in range."
Obi-Wan considered, green eyes flashing. "I've noticed some
differences also. Although I've joked about it, it seems as
though we can't make it through the day without sex.
Several times. I've enjoyed myself so much, I didn't
question it until now."
Qui-Gon nodded. "The power seems to force us to crave
stimulation, whether it be physical or mental. Other things
have changed. Our sleep patterns, eating habits..."
Obi-Wan sat up, serious now, thinking. "We rarely go outside in
daylight hours any more, but I thought it a coincidence. The
times I go outside, I feel strange, somewhat weak. Periodically
I have pain, I can't explain it. Perhaps I should have
mentioned this earlier, but it didn't seem permanent or
serious."
Qui-Gon frowned at that. "My instincts are screaming that
ignorance is not good here, Obi-Wan. Think. When did we last
eat? Real, solid food?"
Apprehension dawned on the handsome features, emerald eyes
widening. "I...hadn't...weeks! I think."
"Do you remember what we have had? What we increasingly
have developed an appetite for?"
"I don't wish to discuss it!" flare of temper, rising from the
bed.
"Wait!" Qui-Gon grabbed him. "This is critical! Don't you see?
We rarely have anything except meat-"
"Qui-Gon" the younger man's voice was low. "What is your point.
In all the galaxy, species eat-"
Qui-Gon wanted to shake him. "And since when can humanoid
species survive on such a one-dimensional diet! Yet, we
are sustained and thrive..."
Obi-Wan looked away. "So our tastes are different. We knew that
unforseen changes would be possible when we committed to the
dark. In any case, it's too late to turn back now, father, you
know that."
A heavy sigh in response. "I accept and know that. But this
could be a change that is gradual, one that we couldn't forsee.
Or perhaps latent, waiting for a stimulus, I don't know."
"You're borrowing trouble. I admit some of the changes
concerned me, but I've learned to accept them. I can do nothing
else at this point."
Qui-Gon touched his cheek. "Then you are wiser than I am. We
are not in control of something here, Obi-Wan. I can sense it.
The meat we eat..."
"So what if it's raw!" Obi-Wan exploded. "We harm no one. It's
our own buisiness..."
"Like drinking the blood from it?" Qui-Gon hissed, his own
temper becoming short. "Is that experience related to any we've
known?"
Obi-Wan stood, wrapping a satin sheet around his middle. "This
conversation is going nowhere, father. I'm going out to the
gardens awhile to collect my thoughts. I'll leave you to ponder
our eating habits" he stalked out of the room.
"Fine" Qui-Gon snapped. "But know that this changes nothing!"
Obi-Wan went into the other master bedroom, finding his
favorite robe. As he stalked downstairs into the dining area,
he felt a twinge in his gut.
Strange. Wasn't hungry all day. Now I'm angry and feel
starved all of a sudden.
Obi-Wan turned into the kitchen. I'm ravenous. Got to have
something...
He reached into the refrigerator, pulling out a small slab of
meat. Tearing at it with his hands, he dropped the chunks into
the food processor, blending them into a red liquid.
Starving, can't wait...
He gulped the blended protein voraciously, spilling some over
his chin.
Galaxy, this is so good.
He put the blender down wiping his lips with his forearm. He
sighed.
Could father be right? I was too defensive. Do I fear the
truth?
Appetite sated, he went outside into the garden to meditate.
Sunlight filtered through the trees, across the floral beds and
onto the meadow.
Looks like a nice spot over by that tree.
As he walked across the garden, stabbing pain ran through his
body, racing up his legs and back, to his chest.
"What...madness is this" Obi-Wan gasped, clutching his belly.
He staggered over to the tree, collapsing in the grass.
Scrabbling over to a shaded spot, he propped himself against
the trunk, breathing heavily.
Slowly the pain eased. Another attack. Why?
Suddenly he heard footsteps racing out of their home. Qui-Gon.
"OBI-WAN, are you-" he fell over in agony.
"Father!" he shouted, rising slowly, braced against the tree.
He took a deep breath. I'll make a run for it.
And run he did, back across the meadow and into the sunlight.
The pain was blinding here, there being no filtering shade. He
staggered to his knees.
"F-Father, I have you..." he gasped.
Qui-Gon shielded his eyes, clenched in pain. "Out of...the sun.
Get in house."
It took all of Obi-Wan's strength to drag Qui-Gon across the
grass to the back patio. As they got to the doorway, he
collapsed again. Qui-Gon leaned against the glass panel forcing
the door open. They both fell inside.
Breathing heavily on the kitchen floor, they didn't speak for a
bit, waiting for the pain to subside.
Qui-Gon was first. "I felt your pain...thought you were
burning."
Obi-Wan leaned on the floor cabinets. "I...was. Everything was
fine until I went across the meadow."
"Obi-Wan, I know you don't want to consider the possibility
that we could be becoming vampyre-"
Green eyes regarded him. "I...concede that it's possible. But
I'm not comfortable with the idea. Vampyres are considered
myth."
Qui-Gon put an arm around him. "Another unknown for us. Let's
not jump to conclusions just yet."
Obi-Wan turned to him. "This has to do with us being part of
the dark now, doesn't it? If we merely tapped into it, this
change would never have occurred!"
Qui-Gon nodded. "Light is our nemesis now. We're going to have
to figure out a way of moving about in it, at least for a
while. Maybe develop a shielding technique."
Obi-Wan put a hand to his forehead. "There is still the matter
of Palpatine."
Qui-Gon stood. "He'll get his audience soon enough. Meanwhile
we must develop different shielding for the sunlight problem."
Maul took the transgalactic shuttle. It would be three days
travel anyway, so he decided to review the information given
him about the two former Jedi.
Qui-Gon was formidable, even before the change. Even among the
Sith his exploits were known and envied. In his early
knighthood, he had been recruited, but turned away the dark.
Interesting, after all this time. And now he is truly one
with it. What could have been the catalyst?
Obi-Wan. The boy was strong, willfull, and full of potential.
There was a connection between them, but what? Rumors had
reached the conclave about the breaking of precious Jedi
tenets.
He sounds...delightful. And I have never actually met
Qui-Gon in person. This will prove extremely interesting.
Obi-Wan raked his nails over Qui-Gon's back gently. The eyes
glowed.
"Come upstairs, father. Now!".
Qui-Gon pulled a food container out of the refrigerator. He
would not be distracted, not yet. His gut burned with hunger,
his body burned with desire. But first things first...
"Sss. Wait, Obi-Wan. I thirst, I must drink" he
placed the container in a heating unit.
Obi-Wan held him from behind. "You heat it?"
Qui-Gon keyed the timer. "It's better this way. I dislike
it cold."
Obi-Wan continued to stroke the taller man's back and
shoulders, eyeing him lustily. His hands roamed over the
rippling, planing muscles.
Qui-Gon nearly snatched the container out of the heating unit,
tearing the cover off and swallowing greedily. A small amount
of the protein mixture rolled down his chin.
Obi-Wan watched the powerful throat flex from drinking. He
curled his tongue out.
"Taste" he rasped, kissing and licking the
covered lips. His eyes closed. Qui-Gon closed his arms around
him, dropping the container to the kitchen floor.
"Yes. Definitely better warm" Obi-Wan growled. He
pushed Qui-Gon back towards the counter top, yanking down the
sleep pants. He forced the thick thighs open, lifting the long
body up.
"Lie back" he commanded, his own erection pushing
against thin briefs. "Present yourself to me."
Qui-Gon smiled wickedly, hooking an arm around one leg, lifting
it high in the air. Rearing back, throwing the other leg wide
while licking a finger sensuously. The wild eyes glowed,
partially closed.
With the wet finger, he stroked across his nipples. Make
me come, lover." he moaned, wild mane tumbling
everywhere.
The sight sent Obi-Wan to the edge immediately. He yanked out
his own erection, already coated with pre-cum. Stroking it
rapidly, he pushed inside the tight opening, just the tip.
"Yess!" Qui-Gon groaned, throwing his head back
"More!"
Obi-Wan stood still, face flushed, hot. "Beg me."
Qui-Gon was panting now. His thick cock waggled in the air,
needy and strained. Long wisps of hair fell over his face
"Please! I'm begging you...make me feel it!"
Obi-Wan turned his head to the side, biting the raised leg.
"You want it?" raspy hiss.
Qui-Gon arched back towards Obi-Wan, seeking more penetration.
"Do me. Do me now!!" he shouted hoarsely.
Obi-Wan smiled darkly, eyes flashing heat. With a shove, he
pushed himself into the hot body, pumping hard and fast.
Qui-Gon screamed and cursed, his head banging against the
kitchen sink window. Broad hands clutching the bronzed, muscled
back. Fingers reaching low, seeking the cleft of Obi-Wan's
behind, stroking along it.
Obi-Wan pumped and pumped with a ferocity that shook them both.
Qui-Gon's long legs wrapped him in a viselike grip. They were
both gone now.
"Ghods...yes...Obi-Wan!!" Qui-Gon cried, bucking and
thrashing, fists clenched. Hot cream splattered between them.
"Qui-Gon!!" Obi-Wan shrieked, eyes closed. Body
wrenching with sweet agony, he came, biting Qui-Gon's neck and
shoulder blades.
Qui-Gon breathed rapidly while Obi-Wan continued to nip and
bite his neck and shoulders.
"Ssss. Nice." Qui-Gon rolled his head aside. The mouth felt
sharp, but good.
He had to reciprocate. Grabbing the spiky hair, he kissed the
sensuous lips, then bit down just below the jawline. Obi-Wan
groaned with delight. Qui-Gon moved down, running his teeth
along the silky throat. He pulled back, smiling at his handsome
son.
"Mmm. Better and better, my Obi."
He straigtened up, long legs hanging over the countertop.
Obi-Wan withdrew, stroking the muscled thighs.
The high cheekbones were flushed. "Oh, oh yes" he leaned
forward, pecking Qui-Gon on the nose, stroking his face. The
green eyes were brilliant. "It felt different this time. I
can't explain..." he shrugged, smiling.
Qui-Gon froze. "Obi-Wan...be still a minute."
Startled. "What, what happened-"
Heart cold, Qui-Gon ran his fingers along the soft lips,
pulling them back.
Fangs. And quite long, too.
Obi-Wan sensed it. He ran his tongue along his teeth. Shocked
amazement.
"No...it isn't possible!" he ran from the room, upstairs.
Qui-Gon's heart ached for him. "Obi-Wan, wait!!" he raced after
him.
They collided upstairs in the bathroom. Tears streamed down the
younger man's face.
"This is impossible!" he shook. Qui-Gon gripped him in an iron
embrace, stroking his hair.
"Shh, shh, Obi-Wan. Please. We discussed this possibility,
remember?"
Obi-Wan calmed somewhat. "I...know, but theory is one thing,
and the reality is something different. What does it mean, that
we are??" he looked up at Qui-Gon questioningly.
Inexplicably, Qui-Gon felt anger. This was the helpless feeling
he had before, that something was happening they couldn't
control.
"Damn!" he shouted in frustration. "I should've seen this
coming. I..."
Obi-Wan was staring. "You've...got fangs too. But I could swear
they weren't there a moment ago!"
Startled, Qui-Gon looked into the bathroom mirror. He grimaced,
making a face. Long fangs.
He took his son's hand. "Let's go down into the living room,
Obi" he said wearily. "We need to review this."
Lord Krydd was having a drink with his good friend Palpatine.
"I tell you, it isn't like the old days. We've been practically
forced into obscurity by those damned Jedi" the heavy set Sith
shook his head.
Palpatine sipped his drink. "Ah, Tobo. That may soon change. I
have dispatched Maul to meet with Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon over on
Mooris."
Krydd stroked his chin, grinning. "Ah, yes. The force explosion
felt 'round the galaxy. How did they manage it?"
Long fingers tapped on the glass table top. "I'm not certain of
all the facts. What is known is that they have achieved a
transformation, the total nature of which we aren't certain. I
sent Maul to discover their status, probe their strengths and
weaknesses."
"You always were practical, Palpatine. I heard talk within the
conclave that Qui-Gon had turned, but initially didn't believe
it."
"Oh, his fall is complete, rest assured" Palpatine was smug.
"Along with his once padawan."
"How long before Maul's planetfall?"
Palpatine leaned back in his chair. "Another day, yet.
Eventually I will pay a visit...myself."
Krydd grinned widely. "My dear friend. I do believe I
want in on that party."
The two Sith Lords toasted sinister plans, laughing.
Hours later, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon were still examining the
latest developments in their transformation.
"Our fangs are no longer evident" Obi-Wan observed. "But why
did they appear earlier, then? What's the pattern?"
Both were fully dressed, wearing simple linen jumpsuits.
Qui-Gon thought on the question.
"The vampirism was clearly latent. This would explain the other
changes we discussed earlier."
The younger man nodded, leaning back on the sofa. "An
'incubation' period, perhaps? But the signs-"
"There were signs but we ignored them. Remember Obi-Wan, we are
not what we once were. Had we still been Jedi and untainted, we
would have known the difference. And frankly I'm not sure what
we could have done to avert this, anyway."
Green eyes blazed. "There may be a way to control this. But we
need to know what triggers it first."
Qui-Gon pondered. "Darkness is motion, reaction. When we made
love..."
Obi-Wan gleaned the point. "Of course. Strong emotions,
appetites, needs. But why now?"
Qui-Gon smiled slowly. "Our pattern of lovemaking has changed
over time, and we both know it."
Obi-Wan moved over to Qui-Gon, taking his hand. "I know" he
whispered. "It's impossible to be gentle when the need rages
so."
Qui-Gon nuzzled his neck gently. "My point exactly. We have a
dilemma. Any control we do have is erratic or inconsistent. The
power will not allow anything else. We knew the price of this."
"Let's try a different strategy then, father. Perhaps if the
power used us more, we would control more. When the
power comes, go with it and see where it takes you."
Qui-Gon thought this over. "Bend with the tide, and be
stronger?"
Obi-Wan nodded. Qui-Gon hugged him. "Did I ever tell you that
you have a brilliant mind?"
Obi-Wan laughed. "I got it from the best."
Maul smiled to himself upon arriving on Mooris. Ah, this would
be a sweet assignment. He could feel the power, pulsating and
hidden on this wretched backwater. A perfect place of hiding
for would be gods. They concealed themselves well, but he would
track them. Their essence had a scent that drove him wild.
Delicious he thought. So pure in the dark.
Perhaps, even if there is no alliance, the three of us
could-
His thoughts were interrupted. "Excuse me, sir" it was the
flight cabin master.
"Yes, what is it!" his pleasing train of thought was ruined
before it began.
"I just wanted to let you know that the tram is near the end of
the line. To reach the outer counties from here you'll need to
transfer."
Again? he thought wearily. This was becoming an odyssey.
"Very well. What bay?"
"Bay three, sir. There's a complete listing that will show you
the routes for each county."
The cabin master sighed, leaving. That character is bad
news. I'm glad to have him off my tram.
Maul checked his chronometer. Another few hours. I can't
wait.
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon were in bed, as the fire demanded.
Obi-Wan raked Qui-Gon's chest with long, pointed nails. Gently
fanging the thick nipples, biting along the collarbone.
Qui-Gon groaned, exposing his own formidable teeth. His body
twitched from the aching, hot sensations.
Tongue lapping his stomach, nails scraping along his thighs,
leaving trails of delight. His cock bobbed in the air. Obi-Wan
gripped it, massaging and pulling with pressure.
Slowly, slowly" he breathed, tongue flicking over
the thick head between his fangs.
Qui-Gon hissed, "Hell take it. Suck me now!" he
grabbed his son's hair, hooking his nails around the braid and
yanking.
Obi-Wan deep throated him, dragging sharp teeth along the
shaft, pumping with both fists. Qui-Gon bounced off the bed,
clawing golden shoulders. He snarled in pleasure.
Obi-Wan's own cock was leaking onto the satin sheets. He
quickly reached underneath and pulled. He was gone. Hips
jerking, he shot into the bed...
...just as Qui-Gon flooded his mouth, thick thighs wrapping
around his head. They briefly blacked out as the shared
sensations raced through their minds.
The wide chest was slick, heaving. //By the pit, Obi. It's even
sweeter than it ever was.//
Obi-Wan was limp, breathing heavily between Qui-Gon's legs.
/Yes...ghods, how is it possible.../
Slowly, he slid up into the taller man's arms. They snuggled.
Obi-Wan ran a finger over Qui-Gon's fangs. "Seems like...we
were right."
Qui-Gon purred. "Yes. It is oh, so good." the night blue
eyes were lidded. He bit a silky ear. "I sense we have a
visitor on planet."
Obi-Wan stared upwards momentarily. "A Sith? Not Palpatine."
"No. Apparently good Palpatine wants to find out more about us
first."
Obi-Wan tongued his lover's adam's apple. Qui-Gon gasped his
pleasure. "We should be good hosts, then. I'll go to the store
and get some...food."
Qui-Gon's throaty laugh was his only response.
Obi-Wan waited for the arriving sunset before he headed out.
Until they could shield for more than three hours at a time
during daylight, it was the wisest course.
Maybe we should move to Urus. There's eighteen hours of
darkness on the day cycles there. We would be unhindered.
Eyes flashing, there was an extra bounce to his stride. The
night was strengthening. He could walk for miles and not
notice. A half hour later, he approached the market district.
It was bustling with activity.
Think I'll find my favorite vendor he smiled to himself.
A large meat stand also stocked with produce was in view.
"Hey, Sheldon!"
A thickset man with a fuzzy halo of red hair looked up. "Oh,
hi, Obi. How's your family?"
Big smile. "Everyone's fine. Gotta get some more food tonight
though, the folks are having a party."
"Well, I've got some great produce here. Fresh Calmari apples,
too."
Obi-Wan smiled again softly. "I just need some meat, really.
It's a...barbecue."
Sheldon waved him off. "Look over everything. Don't be crazy,
you can't just serve meat!"
He thought that over. Hmm. Don't know what the Sith will
want. Best to play it safe.
The wind blew through his tunic. "You know you're right. I'll
take a mixed veggy bag, some sweet cakes, and some tea. You
have any Rogg Steaks?"
The man nodded. "Prime cut. It's twelve credits a pound. How
much do you want?"
Obi-Wan considered. "Make it...about five pounds."
"Whew!" Sheldon blew. "Your folks must have some serious money
for this bash."
Eyes glowed weirdly in the dim light. "Don't worry about it, my
friend. Just pack the groceries."
Sheldon blinked. "Nothing to worry about. I'll just pack your
stuff" he moved to comply.
Obi-Wan waited patiently. There was a time when we could
only manipulate non-force sensitives. Now they all bend to our
wills.
"Thanks, Sheldon" he took the bags.
The large man turned around. "Say, Obi, you want a sample-"
He was gone.
Wrapping himself in a shroud of darkness, he blended into the
night, carrying the free food.
His footsteps picked up speed. I would fly, but the
groceries might fall out. I feel the Sith nearby, or he is here
already.
After a seeming eternity, he was home. Upon entering the
kitchen, he heard voices. Placing the groceries on the table,
he didn't need to guess, he knew.
The Sith Lord was here.
Let's check you out he mused, then went out to greet
their guest.
Qui-Gon was relaxed, talking to their guest while lounging in a
white blouson shirt and black leather pants. His hair had a
polished sheen and the horse tail braid wound around his neck,
down to his waist. He wore simple jewlery, a silver necklace
with matching ear studs. A hooded figure had his back to him.
The two men stood when he entered the room. Maul turned and
removed his hood.
"Greetings, Obi-Wan. The pleasure of meeting you is mine."
Obi-Wan stared. Damn, talk about tore up from the floor up.
What the frack happened to his face? Somebody put a branding
iron on it? Looks like some fright night clown...
Obi-Wan bowed formally. "Greetings, Lord?-"
"Darth. Darth Maul" the red and black face grinned. "I have
come far to speak with you and Qui-Gon on behalf of Palpatine."
Obi-Wan looked over at Qui-Gon. "I was delayed a bit, but it
seems as though I arrived in time."
The nightblue eyes flashed. "Indeed. Our guest has an
interesting proposal."
"Oh?" Obi-Wan crossed the room sitting next to Qui-Gon.
Maul eyed them critically. Magnificent, the two of them.
Strength and sensuality, and their darkness is pure. They have
a secret. I will find it.
"If you would continue, Maul" Qui-Gon spoke first.
"Indeed. Lord Palpatine is aware of your recent...status. He
would meet with you himself, but is currently occupied on the
outer rim."
Shaded smile. "How goes the empire?" Qui-Gon asked.
The Sith snorted. "As well you know, our numbers are currently
diminished. We need a balance of power, an alliance that would
gain us the upper hand once again-"
Obi-Wan studied him. "And we come in?"
Nodding. "Yes. With your abilities added to those of the
conclave, there would be nothing that we couldn't accomplish."
Green eyes narrowed. "What's your goal?"
With a flourish, the Sith threw back his cloak. "Simple,
Obi-Wan. We wish to regain our former status in the galaxy. The
empire would be restored to its' previous glory. Not the shell
it is now."
Qui-Gon spoke in lethal tones. "I might remind you that the new
dark age is already here."
Maul was silent a moment. "Have a care, Qui-Gon. I sense your
power, but you are only one being. Beware the might of the
Sith."
The black blue eyes were ice. "I know of your order, Maul. I
was once recruited."
What? Palpatine didn't say... "I...that is irrelevant.
Palpatine will not rest until we reclaim all the worlds that
are ours."
"Ambitious, to be certain" Obi-Wan retorted. "Do you propose to
bring the galaxy on the brink of another rebellion? Many of the
worlds you wish to reclaim have not recovered from the Clone
Wars."
"Ha! that is Jedi talk. Leave it behind, stripling. True, many
worlds are still ravaged by blight and economic depression. War
will cure that."
"So the power is to be reserved for the few."
"Those that deserve it. Those strong enough to use and keep
it."
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan looked at each other. Maul observed them.
"So" Qui-Gon began slowly. "The empire is to be reborn.
Presumably the remaining Jedi will be crushed."
Maul grinned wolfishly, folding his hands. "They are dust as we
speak."
"Where will you get converts and troops?"
Maul waved a hand."Those who are disenchanted with the
rebellion and the Jedi. All who see their failures and empty
promises that never come to fruition. Any that want to try
another path to success. What matter philosophy and intellect
on an empty belly!"
"We would be working at cross purposes, I'm afraid" Obi-Wan
countered.
"What! How so."
"You...misunderstand us. Yes, we have plans for the galaxy. We
want freedom for everyone. All choices, all alternatives."
Maul leaped to his feet. "Idiots! Even in darkness, the
universe must have some structure. What you want is total
dissolution and chaos! All choices for everyone is anarchy. No
empire could survive under such conditions."
Obi-Wan sneered. "You call yourself a regent of darkness? You
merely play at it! According to your philosophy, control is a
battering ram. Much more can be achieved through subtle
manipulation."
"My patience has limits, young one. None, not even you, dare
speak to me this way. We are not without our own sphere of
influence-"
"Sucking on our sphere" Qui-Gon snapped.
"Cretin! You have power but fear it. You are useless to our
cause!"
Rage boiled within Qui-Gon. He rose slowly, eyes glowing, nails
and teeth growing long and wicked.
"You came here with a proposal, Sith. Do you think to
insult us with your arrogance and leave alive??"
Obi-Wan's lips curled in a snarl over his fangs. Hot thirst
banged in his throat. He tensed to spring on the Sith.
Maul backed up, whipping out his double blade lightsaber with
blinding speed. "Bile of Baldus, Vampyres!"
The air hissed with the hum of his weapon. "Stand back,
creatures! Or I'll cut you down now."
Qui-Gon stalked him. "Let us dance, dark lord. I
am...hungry.
Maul disliked the odds. But he was master in his own right. He
went airborne, somersaulting across the room.
Qui-Gon leaped at him, landing a foot in his midsection. Maul
lost his balance mid-air and crashed to the floor. He kneed
Qui-Gon as he closed, slashing with the saber.
Qui-Gon roared in pain as the saber struck his shoulder,
falling back. Maul staggered to his feet to strike another
saber blow...
And crashed into the opposite wall, pain lacing through his
back, savagely ripped open by sharp nails. He cried out,
rolling to swing his weapon one handed, but a stronger one held
his wrist, pinning it to the floor. In dazed pain, he looked
up...
and saw living hell. The other hand choked his throat, holding
him down on the floor, nails stabbing his neck. Obi-Wan.
High cheekbones flushed, the savage mouth with sharp teeth
smiled, eyes eerie and gleaming.
"Look at my eyes, dear Maul. Look at me, now."
Maul's own eyes could best be described as strange, but these
terrified him. And he would not give in to the pain!
//Release me, animal. I am Sith.//
Obi-Wan licked around his fangs. The thirst was maddening, now.
/I will kiss you./
Qui-Gon rose silently from his sitting position. His wound was
already closing. The scene fascinated and aroused him. His
teeth gleamed silently. He waited.
"NO!" Maul shouted. But he couldn't look away.
Lunging forward, Obi-Wan sank his teeth into the hot neck,
drinking deeply.
No thoughts entered his mind as he drank, the warm sweet taste
rolling over his tongue and down his throat, flooding him with
strength.
//Obi-Wan. I thirst, also!//
He turned silently, looking up. /Yes. Your turn./
Without hesitation, Qui-Gon kneeled, pulling the limp Sith into
his arms. He pressed his lips against the wet gush at the neck.
Maul was nearly unconscious. //Ne...ver, animal. I...defy
you.//
//My will is your will. You cannot resist.//
//No. N-No...//
//Though bound to your Master, you will serve us as well.//
//I...cannot.//
//You will. I command it.//
//I...still...resist, am Sith...//
//And I am more. You will obey.//
//Yes...master. What is your wish?//
//Return to Palpatine. Tell him our paths will cross. Tell him
we are not Sith.//
//It...will be done, Qui-Gon.//
He withdrew reluctantly. The Sith was shivering and weak.
Qui-Gon dragged him up onto the sofa.
"Rest here. In the morning, return to your Master."
The patterned face stared blankly. "Yes, Qui-Gon" he was out.
Obi-Wan approached Qui-Gon, pulling his face down.
"Hmmn" he curled his tongue over the full lips, catching the
remnants of Sith blood. "Good."
"Yes, Obi" Qui-Gon nodded. "We are completed, now. I suspect
the daylight limitation will no longer be a problem. We will
always be sensitive to it, however, and will have to watch our
exposure."
"Blood is far better than blended meat. Feel stronger, my mind
clearer. No more pain either, and the hunger is satisfied,
finally."
Qui-Gon kissed his nose. "Yes." he looked again at the Sith.
"Let's go upstairs. It's been a long night."
The green eyes were fired with lust. "Not long enough, lover."
Maul woke up stiffly. He was weak. What. Why am I here. My
mission...
Footsteps. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan padded toward him, clad in bath
robes.
"Good morning, Sith. How is your back?" Obi-Wan asked without
real concern.
"It...pains me greatly, but I will not acknowledge it. No
thanks to you."
"Stubborn. I will heal it. You should not return to Palpatine
damaged."
"Do as you will" Maul looked away.
Obi-Wan sidled beside him on the sofa. "Pull down your cloak."
Maul did so. The deep gashes were oozing with darkened blood.
"Hssssss" Obi-Wan felt the stab of thirst. The sight and smell
of the wounds was driving him crazy, bringing back the craving.
His teeth began to sharpen.
"Obi-Wan, quickly!" Qui-Gon growled, his own control slipping
rapidly.
"Is that any way to speak to your Masterrr? I will
taste... he leaned forward to press lips against a
wound.
A clawed hand snatched his head back. "Now. Before
control is gone! Treat his back." Qui-Gon roared,
nearly lunging himself.
Noises rumbling in his throat, Obi-Wan quickly stroked across
the slashed back. Maul flinched, still attempting to pull away.
Gashes closed, blood sealed within.
"You are...fortunate, Sith" Obi-Wan breathed heavily, calming
himself. His head dropped momentarily.
"Darth Maul, stand and attend" Qui-Gon commanded.
Maul stood shakily. "Yes...Master." he spat.
Qui-Gon smiled at him. "Stiffnecked. Typical Sith. Return to
Palpatine now. Give him our message."
Maul turned to go. "Anything else?"
Qui-Gon reached out, held his chin. "Yes. You were delicious."
Snorting in impotent anger, the Sith spun on his heel and left.
"What's wrong with you, Maul! Report!"
"Masters, I...have little to say regarding Obi-Wan and
Qui-Gon."
"What nonsense is this" Krydd interrupted. "do you wish to feel
a disruptor. Answer! What is their reply to our proposal."
Maul resisted, but answered. "They say they are not Sith. Their
desire is total freedom and infinite choices for all beings."
Palapatine and Krydd looked at each other in disbelief.
Palpatine exploded, his stark features reddening. "What lunacy
is this! That is their plan for the galaxy?"
"They desire no political or social structure."
"Utter insanity" Krydd shook his head. "Maul, you must have
misunderstood. Surely with power such as theirs-"
Maul considered. "Their darkness is pure. Perhaps it has indeed
made them insane, I cannot say."
Palpatine paced in the atrium of the Imperial Palace. "What
else, Maul. What is their secret of power?"
Maul took a deep breath. Qui-Gon's command couldn't prevent the
truth.
"They...are vampyres."
"Vampyres?! such beings are but myth! Do you expect us
to believe..."
"I barely escaped with my life, Lord Palpatine."
"What did they do to you?" the Sith closed on Maul.
"I cannot speak against them."
"You cannot?" Krydd was startled, looking at Palpatine.
Palpatine eyed Maul critically. "Report to my private physician
for a full examination. Dismissed."
Maul left to comply. Krydd stood alongside Palpatine.
"I think you must investigate this personally, Palpatine.
Something about this entire episode concerns me."
The other Sith nodded. "If they will not join us, I must know
why. And if they are to be our enemies, I need to know their
strengths and weaknesses. I need to know what they are.
"
Krydd nodded worriedly. "The conclave will meet, and arrive at
a future decision about when and where to contact them."
Palpatine looked out over the dias into the starfield. "I will
go myself if necessary."
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon did some rediscovering about the completion
of their transformation.
"I sense it is done as well, father" Obi-Wan agreed. "But...the
blood situation concerns me. None of my controls work when the
thirst is upon me."
Qui-Gon sprawled out in their red marble tub. "Nor mine, and I
was Master before the change occurred. The need...overrides all
else."
Obi-Wan leaned against him in the scented water. "We
must...choose carefully. The authorities mustn't be a factor."
Qui-Gon nuzzled closer. "They need not be. We feed, we make
them forget. And the blood allows us some daylight motion,
provided we dress accordingly. I, for one, am glad the bouts of
pain and weakness are gone. Episodes like what happened in the
garden would be dangerous at this point."
They lay quietly for a bit. Qui-Gon eyes roamed over his lover.
Obi-Wan's eyes were closed, his pose peaceful. The voluptuous,
muscled body glistened with perfumed wetness. Qui-Gon stroked
him. Slowly. Kneading and massaging the arms, then the shapely
legs. A stabbing ache ran through his body that quickly turned
to fire. Reaching down into the water, he stroked Obi-Wan's
cock, pulling it to life.
Wild green eyes snapped open, sharp teeth peeking under ruddy
lips, the mouth partially open. Qui-Gon crushed the body
against his own, forcing his tongue inside, swirling it at the
entrance to Obi-Wan's throat. He received a loud groan in
response. Long nails raking the lush buttocks underwater, hands
feeling them tense and tighten from the touch. Hand sliding
between the cleft, stabbing two fingers inside, slowly pumping.
Another hand raked trails up the bronzed back, and across the
shoulders. Obi-Wan gasped, shivering and shaking. He clutched
Qui-Gon, digging nails into the broad back, sucking on his
tongue hungrily.
Withdrawing his stroking fingers, Qui-Gon flipped his lover
over, pushing him down into the water. Sliding his cock up and
down Obi-Wan's cleft, moving his hips tortuously slow. Obi-Wan
turned around, his face a mask of desire, tongue sweeping over
his fangs. Reaching back, he grabbed Qui-Gon's cock, pushing it
inside the tight channel.
Leaning forward, Qui-Gon slid in to the hilt, wiggling his hips
from side to side, his back level with the water. Obi-Wan was
submerged underneath, squirming and writhing for release.
Qui-Gon reached down, squeezing the plump nipples, and started
to pump. Water splashed over the edges of the tub with their
movements.
Faster and faster they moved, throwing water everywhere.
Qui-Gon felt their bodies tighten. He groaned in delight at the
hot, wet channel stroking him below. They were nearly done.
He screamed, back arched, head leaning forward. Underneath him
Obi-Wan bucked fiercely, firing pearly streams into the water.
He jerked up out of the water as his orgasm subsided.
"Aaaaah! Qui-Gon..."
Long sandy hair trailed in the water. Qui-Gon kissed his
lover's shoulders and back. Tilting his head a little, he sank
his fangs into the back of the silky neck.
Obi-Wan purred at the sensation, clutching the edge of the tub,
long nails flexing. "Yesssss."
Still inside his lover, Qui-Gon reached for Obi-Wan's waist,
rolling them both over on his back.
Obi-Wan sprawled luxuriously, tongue curling in satisfaction.
"I could stay like this forever" his eyes closed.
Qui-Gon was drifting off as well, lazily stroking the wet chest
and stomach. "Lotus eater. You know that Palpatine will be
persistent."
Green eyes opened slowly. "Oh. I had forgotten about him. His
mad plan to reform the Empire."
"I sense he needs to know more about us. And he will try to
force our hand."
Obi-Wan yawned widely, flashing long teeth. "Can't stop his
entire sphere of influence. At least not right away, I suppose.
But we can interfere, no?"
Qui-Gon closed his eyes, pulling him closer. "Certainly."
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