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Disclaimer: I make no money off of this, believe me. The characters are George's, the twisting is all mine.

Rating: R

Category: Humour-ish (I really can't decide if I intended it to be funny), PWP

Pairing: Q/O implied

Summary: Dooku tells Obi-Wan the real reason he left the Jedi Order.

Warning: Dooku + masturbation

Notes: Written back in June for a challenge on LJ to include the line "Fuck me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope." Not beta-ed, and only minimally edited. I'm posting now because I found the piece when working on my site and figured I'd toss it out there.

"Qui-Gon Jinn would never join you!" Obi-Wan growled, held dangling in midair before the menacing Count Dooku, who had just invoked the deceased Jedi's name.

"Tis a pity, Obi-Wan. I surely could have used his help." Dooku looked up to his prisoner, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "You know, he knew all about the corruption in the Senate. The Senate is being led by a Dark Lord, Obi-Wan, and if you join me, together, we can defeat him and return the Republic to what it once was."

"I will never help you, Dooku." Obi-Wan spat the words out, hate dripping from his voice.

Dooku merely nodded and backed away. "It will take some negotiations to gain your release, Kenobi." He stood in the doorway of the cel, eyeing up the Jedi Knight suspended in front of him. "Unless, of course, we could come to some sort of ... agreement."

"Haven't I told you already? I do not believe you. I will not join you. I will not be a part of your sick plot."

"Could you let me try? Show you the errors of your ways? After all, young Jedi, you're not going anywhere for a long while." Dooku smirked, dropping his heavy outer cloak to the ground.

"Wh..." Words were barely forming in Obi-Wan Kenobi's mouth as Dooku, Darth Tyrannus, former Jedi gone bad began to disrobe in front of him.

"You loved your master, didn't you?" The belt fell. "Did you like feeling his hands on your body?" Buckles came unclasped, and Dooku stepped out of his boots. "Did you forget the part about Jedi not being allowed to love?" He wiggled out of his overshirt. "Or did you just think that since it was pure," pants off, "animalistic," leggings down, "fucking," naked now, "then I suppose it was okay."

Obi-Wan's eyes widened at the sight of the aged man standing before him. Thin body, silver hair... small cock.

Dooku's hands roamed, finally wrapping around his own penis, lazily stroking it. In a tired voice, he breathed, "Oh, fuck me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope." The old hand pumped harder. "Do you know why I really left the Order, Kenobi? Sure, I disagreed with their policies, I found it too restrictive for my tastes. But that's just what they tell you. I left because I couldn't get anyone to love, couldn't find anyone to let me pound them into oblivion." The stroking sped up.

"They told you Qui-Gon's death was the last straw. But Qui-Gon taking you as his lover, THAT was the last straw." Obi-Wan flinched at Dooku's words. "My Padawan, the Qui-Gon Jinn that I raised nearly from birth, the boy that I watched evolve into a man... I found myself falling in love with him." Dooku's voice became breathy, his body responding to his hand's ministrations. "When he told me that he loved you, that he planned on asking you to stay with him, my mind was made up. I wanted out of the order. I couldn't take being in a group where MY Padawan was going to fuck HIS Padawan, and I could only satisfy myself with jerking off at night."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"I told you... you're my only hope. If I couldn't have Qui- Gon, then I want you."

An exasperated moan came from Dooku as he found release.

Obi-Wan flinched as Dooku slowly raised his hand to his lips and licked the semen from his fingers. He made a mental note to have this entire escapade wiped from his memory when he returned to the Jedi Temple.