The Lords of Heaven: Chapter Three - Lord of Heaven, Lord
of Hell
by Dark~Angel - darkangel@CIMtegration.com
Subject: Q/O
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17 - very Alternate Universe
Spoilers: None - completely AU
Archive: Master & Apprentice, The Nesting Place, QJEB,
SWA-L
Warning: this part has some graphic violence/sex and the
suggestion of rape.
Feedback - Yes please!
Disclaimer: Obi-Wan & Qui-Gon belong to the Force that is
George Lucas, I'm merely playing with his toys
Chocolate Obi-Wans and Qui-Gons covered in whipped cream to
Chris & Heather - my goddesses of encouragement for this
part. This hasn't been beta'd so all the mistakes are mine and
my humble apologies if there are any to be found!
This is dedicated to Holly - a great writer and an even greater
friend!
Mmm ... thirsty...
Here, ahmatÈ, drink.
Where am...?
Shhh, you are safe from all harm here. I will keep you safe.
Rest now, ask questions later. A large hand brushed over a
furrowed forehead, leaving serenity in its wake. A suggestion
of slumber was given silently and the young man succumbed,
falling into peaceful dreams once more.
Next to the bed, Lord of Heaven Jinn breathed a sigh of relief
at long last. His chosen was out of danger - now they could
both rest. Gently smoothing a red-gold lock of hair from the
face of his young Adonis, Qui-Gon brushed his lips against the
now cool brow, and felt the spark of the soul-bond once more.
For now they would begin to learn of one another as he prepared
the young man to take his rightful place at Qui-Gon's side. In
a few cycles however... already he felt the need for a
deepening of the bond, and it was only days old. How difficult
the coming years would prove to be, until his soul mate was old
enough...
Chuckling softly, Qui-Gon caressed the youth's cheek, as he
anticipated the cycles to come. "I don't even know your name
yet, ahmatÈ."
The warmth of the sun on his back teased Obi-Wan into
wakefulness. Rolling over, he sleepily rubbed his eyes and
looked around. His eyes widened as he realized he was not at
home in his own bed, but in a strange, magical room. It was
large and airy - seemingly carved out of living stone. A wall
of windows was opposite his bed, darkly opaque now, and yet he
had vague recollections of bright sunlight.
The room was sparsely furnished but every piece was exquisite.
The bed Obi-Wan lay on was almost as large as the entire living
area of his parent's home. Rich tapestries decorated the three
stone walls of this room, interspersed with ornate mirrors.
Looking up, Obi-Wan's breath caught. There were high vaulted
ceilings painted like the dome of heaven. The mythological star
creatures painted there were beautiful in the extreme.
Where am I? he thought, wonderingly.
A shadow fell across him, startling Obi-Wan and causing him to
jerk back in surprise. This brought a hiss of pain to his lips
as his still healing body protested the abuse his mind was only
just remembering.
Shhh, stillness ahmatÈ. You were badly wounded, a
lightsword pierced your left side and you are still recovering.
Move gently so it doesn't re-open the injury.
The voice was not spoken aloud, it was in his mind! How was
this possible? Looking up once more to search for answers,
Obi-Wan's startled gaze was caught by Lord of Heaven Jinn's
placid eyes.
I am in the home of the Lord of Heaven! Obi-Wan thought,
hardly daring to believe it.
"Qui-Gon," the Lord spoke, his voice as smooth as brandy-cream.
"Your pardon Lord?"
"My name is Qui-Gon, my ahmatÈ, and it would please me
greatly to hear you use it," Qui-Gon replied, smiling down at
him. "Though I do not yet know your name?"
"I am called Obi-Wan, Lord," he whispered reverently.
"Qui-Gon," the Lord repeated, reminding him.
"But that would be disrespectful!" Obi-Wan burst out. To use
the Lord of Heaven's given name when he was merely...
"My Chosen. You are my Chosen young Obi-Wan, and there is
nothing 'mere' about it. However, if it will make you feel more
at ease, you may call me Master, but only for the time being
ahmatÈ," Qui-Gon admonished. Sighing inwardly, he
accepted that for now he would have to live with this. But one
day soon, his soul bonded would use his true name, else wise it
would make their lives together a challenge.
"If it should so please you, Master," Obi-Wan replied, pausing
as he tried to figure out how to pose the question nagging him.
"What do you wish to know Obi-Wan? You may ask me anything you
like with freedom, do not be afraid to question me on
anything," Qui-Gon encouraged as he sat next to Obi-Wan on the
great bed.
"I was wondering, Master, what does that mean? The word you
keep calling me, I have never heard it before."
Qui-Gon considered for a moment. AhmatÈ, in the purest
sense of the word meant 'one whose life is forever entwined
with mine.' It was more commonly used as an endearment that
meant 'love of my life.' With the soul-bond between them both
were true, and yet Qui-Gon was hesitant to share the meaning of
either with his Chosen. Now was not the time. First Obi-Wan had
to be told about the soul-bond and what it truly was. First the
younger man had to accept it. Then there was the matter of his
being Qui-Gon's Chosen.
Normally, a Chosen was trained for five cycles, then sent to
other villages to teach for another two cycles before being
elevated into the Light Order. Until that time, Obi-Wan was his
apprentice. Qui-Gon had to train him in the ways of the Order.
To do this properly he would sometimes need to be harsh with
Obi-Wan. If handled incorrectly, this could do damage to their
bond. Finally, there was Obi-Wan's age. Qui-Gon estimated that
he was between fifteen and seventeen cycles, so the final
merging of souls could not happen for two to four cycles at
least.
"Master?" Obi-Wan's honeyed voice called Qui-Gon back from his
introspection.
"How old are you, my Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon asked, completely
oblivious to his possessive turn of phrase.
Unsure of how his age had anything to do with the question,
Obi-Wan still answered. "I am sixteen cycles old, Master."
So his estimation had been correct. Three cycles. By the light
it seemed an eternity. "I will make you a promise my Chosen
one. Upon your nineteenth cycle I will tell you exactly what
ahmatÈ means, in every possible sense. For now, be
assured it means that you are an important and necessary part
of my life. Can you be content with this?"
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan promised. "Master, what is to become of
me?" he asked, with some trepidation. "Am I to remain with you
or to be returned to my family? Oh! My family, are they...?"
"They are safe and well, I promise," Qui-Gon reassured him. "As
for you, this is now your home. You are my Chosen Obi- wan, and
will be trained as my eventual successor. I will one day be too
old to be an active Lord and will need someone younger to take
my place. The Light guided me to you when I least wanted or
expected to find an heir. I had been badly hurt and feared I
would never heal, and yet the Light guided me to you - and in
your single, selfless act you healed scars I feared would never
fade. It was the will of the Light that I should find you. So -
you shall be taught all of the secrets I have, and one day you
will be Lord of Heaven Obi-Wan and my heir."
"But for now, we will start small. Considering your quickness
and agility in the village, I think we shall begin teaching you
how to use a lightsword. As well, we shall work on you mental
acuity and shielding. I think this will be enough for the
moment. I have a feeling you will be a quick student and will
keep me on my toes." Qui-Gon chuckled. "For now, rest my
Chosen. When you have recovered some more we will begin.
Sleep." Qui-Gon once more nudged the youth into a healing
slumber, watching as Obi-Wan tried to struggle against the
suggestion but finally giving in with an exhausted sigh.
Qui-Gon Jinn, Lord of Heaven, Master of the Order of Light,
sighed happily, an almost foolish smile on his face, as he
watched Obi-Wan sleep. His ahmatÈ was as exquisite as a
dream when he slept, so pure and innocent, but when he was
awake. Qui-Gon sighed in happy remembrance of sparkling
blue-green eyes, a mischievous smile and a happy soul. The aura
surrounding his Obi-Wan was joyous and alive. The energies
danced with the vibrancy of youth, sang with the kindness of
the young man's soul and whispered of the generosity of his
heart.
Pressing another reverent kiss to his beloved's forehead,
Qui-Gon rose, and left his soul bonded to sleep. He had things
to do. Most importantly he had to contact his Master and
ask the elder to visit him. Qui-Gon wanted the soul bond
confirmed and declared. Now that he had Obi-Wan with him, he
was not about to let anything separate them again.
"Did you see the way he protected that whelp of a cousin of
mine? Sith, if dearest Obi was stupid enough to step in front
of my blade he should die!" Xanatos snarled, pacing his rooms
like a caged animal. "That wretched little wimp has always been
so nice. It's nauseating. Damn him, I'm just going to
have to kill him too..." before he could finish the sentence
Xanatos went flying across the room.
"You will leave the boy alone!" Maul growled dangerously. Hear
me well pup. If that boy is harmed in any way, it will be you
who suffers the most. I shall show you pain unlike you have
ever imagined. Do you understand?"
As he spoke, Maul took Xanatos by the throat and lifted him,
pinning him to the wall a foot above the ground. "I said Do.
You. Understand?" With each bitten off word, Maul squeezed
harder and harder, until Xanatos couldn't breathe at all.
Nodding desperately and sending over their bond his compliance,
Xanatos tried desperately not to black out.
He was dropped as suddenly as he was attacked, and gasped,
filling starving lungs with air as he knelt at Maul's feet.
"For... forgive my impudence Master... I will never assume
again..."
"Very good my precious. I have need of you now. Into my
chambers - remove your clothes and prepare yourself for me as I
have taught you." Violence always aroused Maul. Violence
coupled with the thoughts of his soon-to-be pet made dark need
howl through him. In his present mood Maul would require extra
stimulation to give him total sation. Strolling over to a
cabinet, Maul opened it and chose one of his favorite toys, a
five-tailed whip.
Maul removed his clothes, folding them neatly and laying them
aside. Picking up the whip, the Lord of Darkness entered his
chambers to find a subservient apprentice abasing himself on
the floor, erection bound tightly in a leather harness and
bisected by the cock pin, pierced nipples weighted down and
anus greased and being stretched by a massive, synthetic plug.
Oh yes, a great deal of extra stimulation would be required.
Maul grinned ferally as he softly slid the door shut behind
him.
Xanatos bit back the whimpers of pain that threatened to break
free, as he regained consciousness. To show anything but joy at
his abuse would only bring more brutality. His cock already
ached and throbbed like a living thing. He was fully erect and
aroused. How he adored his Master at times like this. He was
prone, his hips grinding into the floor for stimulation and his
Master was covering him, laving at the wounds the whip had left
behind. He feasted on the pain and lust that was transmitted
through his apprentice's crimson blood.
The violence had faded to manageable levels thanks to his
chastisement of his apprentice, but Maul was now more aroused
than ever. One need had been satisfied and now another
beckoned.
"Ahhh, my precious darkling love is awake at last. I am so
proud of you my dark heart. You lasted much longer this time.
Shall I reward you now?" Maul purred.
"Master... please, whatever you want!" Xanatos gasped, need
racing through him. The pain always brought with it the clarity
of need and want. His master could do with him as he wished,
Xanatos was his willing slave.
"What I want, my apprentice, is to possess you, own you,
violate you. I want to feel the black heat of your soul, watch
it consume you. I want you corrupted, abased and defiled. I
want you to grow into a mighty Sith," Maul whispered , luring
the young man deeper and deeper into their shadow world.
"Yes Master, anything... everything for you," Xanatos moaned,
bucking his hips backward in a show of submission.
"You are so good to me, my apprentice," Maul growled, as he
knelt above Xanatos. He pried apart the younger man's ass
cheeks and pulled out the plug that still invaded Xanatos'
body, only to replace it with the hard bar of his flesh. Slowly
and gently, he began to move, arousing his young lover and
taking him with a softness that shattered.
"More, more please Master. I am yours to claim - PLEASE!"
Xanatos cried, trying to increase the depth and severity of his
Master's strokes. He needed the violation and degradation of
being used. Maul had conditioned him so well that the only time
Xanatos felt truly loved was when his Master was abusing him.
Xanatos was truly the Sith Lord's private whore, trained to
please his Master in every and any way.
For it was in pleasing Maul that Xanatos felt the dark fire of
the Sith burn the hottest within him. This was what he was
meant to be. Maul's plaything. This was what it was to be
possessed by the Lord of Darkness.
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