by Raven the Twisted (Raventhetwisted@hotmail.com)
Title: Paybacks
Author: Raven the Twisted (Raventhetwisted@hotmail.com)
Archive: Master_Apprentice
Category: Non Q/O, Alternate-Universe, First-Time
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None that I can think of, except this is my first
story.
Spoilers: Yeah right... ;]
Summary: Obi-Wan is out to have Xanatos' Apprentice.
Disclaimer: All praise to George Lucas who owns the Sweet Jedi
and Sith, I happily use them!
Notes: My sister has graciously allowed me to use some of her
ideas, Thanks Rees!
Feedback: Yes Please! It can only hurt for a little while.
"Now it's my turn." The blue eyed Force user eagerly spoke
upon seeing his captive stir. The first heat of the Bond placed
within him by the white skinned and white haired Sith Overlord,
Tazura Saar-Riju, was kindled by the simple act of watching
Xanatos' Dark Apprentice stir and strain against his invisible
restraints.
Obi-Wan Kenobi could still hear Tazura's deep silky voice and
the subtle insinuation as the Sith overlord communicated to
Obi-Wan that due to the nature of the dark apprentice the new
bond would be somewhat, "Hedonistic" was the precise word
Tazura had used.
At the time, the young Jedi had no idea what Tazura was
talking about, but now watching the tall and lean Vertaaze man,
Angel Kie-Ran, Obi-Wan began to understand.
Obi-Wan remembered waking in a similar fashion, bruised, cold,
beaten and alone in the dark with only Tazura for company.
'Well, at least I left my captive clothed.' Obi-Wan silently
thought with a private feral smile 'For now.' The redheaded man
closed his eyes and shivered as unbidden memories of Tazura's
unnaturally cold hands explored Obi-Wan's body; marking him,
tormenting him as the unrelenting Sith overlord slowly and
methodically severed Obi-Wan's bond with his Jedi master,
Qui-Gon Jinn.
It was within the pain filled seconds after the bond broke
that Tazura offered the young Jedi a new bond to sooth the loss
Obi-Wan had already begun to feel. But it was a bond with
Qui-Gon's first Padawan and Obi-Wan's reason for being where he
was in the first place.
"Xanatos." the Sith overlord softly but firmly spoke as Tazura
stepped back and out of Obi-Wan's sight.
Then the tall fair skinned man appeared out of the dark and
stood before Obi-Wan, waiting with crossed arms and a smug look
on those cold and perfect features. The harsh light of the cell
shown off Xanatos' thick shiny black braid that hung down to
his waist and enhanced the pale round scar just under his eye.
The young Jedi could only stare upon his predecessor with such
contempt that Xanatos struck him across the face without
warning and sneered "What are you waiting for? Do you enjoy the
pain, Obi-Wan?" Xanatos then opened himself up for Obi-Wan to
take the bond and faltered as the Jedi refused to take it
despite the agony left by the void of his lost bond with the
Jedi master Jinn.
Obi-Wan watched with a small sliver of satisfaction as Xanatos
turned a heated and questioning look at Tazura who gazed at
Obi-Wan freezing the young Jedi in place with his ice green
eyes and asked "Whom then?"
The Jedi could only think of the one other person he knew on
this side of the Outer Rim and whom Obi-Wan could use to hurt
Xanatos and uttered through gritted teeth "Angel."
"No!" Xanatos barked with fury.
"It is done." Tazura flatly stated and began to walk towards
Obi-Wan.
But Xanatos was quicker and moved to stand in front of the
Sith overlord, stopping Tazura. "Angel is My Apprentice!" the
seething Sith master hissed as disbelief splayed across
Xanatos' aristocratic features.
"The choice has been made Xanatos. You know the Pandect."
Tazura warned as the Sith overlord confronted the fuming
Xanatos who had no choice but step aside, but not before giving
Obi-Wan a murderous look.
The golden red hair Force user flinched as Tazura once again
cupped his head with an ice cold grip then looking deep into
Obi-Wan's eyes. The Sith overlord spoke the words of bonding
and sent a blinding flash of Dark Force into the Jedi taking
Obi-Wan's breath away. Obi-Wan listened as Tazura silently
conveyed the needed information about his new bond mate. Since
Obi-Wan's knowledge of Angel was limited to the sexual
innuendoes and taunting the dark apprentice made towards
Obi-Wan while the young Jedi had been under the personal care
of Angel and his inheritant DragonBorn healing abilities.
Releasing his grip on Obi-Wan, Tazura stated "Angel will be
brought." Then with a small tight smile the Sith Overlord left,
leaving Obi-Wan alone with the silent and glaring Xanatos.
As soon as Tazura Saar-Riju was gone, Xanatos stalked up to
Obi-Wan seized the Jedi by the throat and snarled "You will
_Not_ have Angel! My Bond will be the stronger."
Obi-Wan spat back "We will see." The younger man could already
begin to feel the pull towards the exotic and virile half-breed
man, Angel Kie-Ran, soothing the ache of Obi-Wan's fading link
with Qui-Gon.
Then both men turned their heads at the sound of Xanatos'
personal guard entering the small playroom, the Sith master
smiled his cold cruel grin and uttered, "Summon Lord Rees. This
slave is in need of discipline."
That had been days ago and after Obi-Wan's misery with Lord
Rees. The petit, pale, and ruthless female Sith Lord whom
nearly whipped his hide off and all done at the whim of Xanatos
for Obi-Wan's audacious choice, for Angel was also not only
Xanatos' Apprentice but his lover as well.
But watching Angel's uncanny silver eyes focus in on him,
Obi-Wan knew it had been worth it, all of it.
"What are you doing Jedi?" Angel lazily demanded as he slowly
stood up in an attempt to bring relief to the stiff muscles of
his out stretched arms. 'Oh Force! Big mistake...' Angel
silently thought, as his back and arm muscles instantly cramped
into painful knots from the movement after having been immobile
and having supported his hanging weight for so long. A hiss of
pain threatened to escape Angel's lips, but he refused to give
this former slave the pleasure of seeing him squirm. Looking
over to where the young Jedi sat reclining, the tall captive
reviewed the golden red haired male.
Obi-Wan had matured since Angel had last seen him; his short
spiky hair cut had grown out and hung down over the Jedi's
forehead in a glorious mane of dark gold and red. Obi-Wan's
features no longer had the look of innocence but of one, who
had endured much, survived and learned. The Jedi trademark
cream and brown garb had been replaced by all black, which only
enhanced Obi-Wan's fair skin and made his eyes appear so much
more intense as they looked upon Angel with haughtiness.
"Jedi?" The blue eyed man scoffed "I'm no longer Jedi thanks
to Tazura Saar-Riju. Your Sith Overload." Obi-Wan sneered at
the title. "In fact, I am no longer bonded to the Jedi master."
The shorter man stood, stretched and walked around Angel, idly
running both his hands over Angel's silky white shirt. Obi-Wan
stopped behind the taller man and took his time to twist
Angel's long, thick lock of black and sliver hair around his
hand. Once the majority of black velvet was wrapped around his
fist the former Padawan raised it to his face and inhaled
deeply, smelling the all too familiar scent of vanilla. "No
Thanks to you... Angel." Obi-Wan gently uttered then yanked
viscously on Angel's hair, pulling the dark apprentice's head
back.
"What are you babbling about." Angel growled between gritted
teeth as muscles once more cramped into painful hard knots. The
dark apprentice instinctually reached out to gather the Force
to aid him but found nothing. A spark of dread raced though
Angel as he tried once more to touch the intoxicating mystical
power but again found nothing.
"It won't come to you, Angel," the smaller man crooned in
Angel's ear, having pulled his head back so far that Obi-Wan
could caress the dark apprentice's neck with his other hand.
Obi-Wan continued to trace the contours of Angel's long neck,
lightly trailing fingertips up to the full lips and then on to
touch Angel's eyelids.
"I always did admire the color of your eyes," the Jedi gently
spoke smelling the musky scent of the black hair again while
lingering his touch around the delicate tissue. "Exotic, cool,
inviting Silver..." The younger man almost seductively purred.
Angel's eyes unlike human eyes had no pupils, the irises were
slightly larger and metallic silver in color and the finishing
touch was the outline of a thin rim of green.
"What do you want, Jedi." Angel tried to distract Obi-Wan
while he continued to search out the powers of the dark side of
the Force. Angel took a quick mental inventory of his body and
found no collar, no device that could block him from using the
elusive magic, but yet it would not obey his command. Nor,
Angel discovered could he use his inheritant empathic or
telepathic abilities. The Sith apprentice was almost to the
point of panic of not being able to hear or read the Jedi's
thoughts.
Feeling the dark apprentice trying to call forth the Force,
the smaller man forcefully cupped Angel's chin as he hissed
"It's the room, Sith Lord!" Then holding up a silver wrought
cuff that was around his wrist so Angel could see it, Obi-Wan
playfully tugged on the lock of hair once more causing his
captive to wince. "But as you see I am immune to its effects.
Again, thanks to Tazura Saar-Riju." Then releasing his hold on
the long mane of black hair, the shorter man walked around to
face Angel who grimaced as abused muscles screamed their agony
across his smooth features. Obi-Wan absently gestured with one
hand and the tall Apprentice's arms were released from their
held position over his head.
Angel couldn't repress a sigh of gratitude as he began to
massage blood back into his cold, stiff arms. "Why are we
here." Angel coolly demand as he glared at the Jedi apprentice
and stood tall with hands on hips, while out of habit Angel
flicked his head back to toss his knee length hair behind him.
"Yes, I definitely like your eyes the best," the young Jedi
took a few steps back and thoughtfully looked Angel over from
head to foot as a lover would. "But then I wasn't given the
chance to see the rest of you, was I."
"Cut the crap, Kenobi." Angel was growing tired of being
played with.
"Ah finally! He speaks my name!" Obi-Wan smiled and took a
step forward, "Perhaps that's the second best thing I like
about you Angel." Obi-Wan reached up to touch Angel's face once
more, feeling the short quick breaths as they left the dark
apprentice's lips. "Your voice." Obi-Wan gently uttered and
stepped back to take his time to look Angel over once more only
with an intense gleam in his blue eyes.
"What are you doing." the tall apprentice dryly asked, his
thick Vertaaze accent highlighting his words.
"I want to hear you Say it," the shorter man demanded "All of
it." Obi-Wan began to advance on the dark apprentice forcing
Angel to step backwards in order to get away from him.
"Enough!" Obi-Wan barked and quickly gestured with one hand
freezing Angel in mid stride.
Angel had no choice but stare down at the smaller man as
Obi-Wan prowled up to him and gripped Angel's shirt just below
his throat. "You will speak my name, by the time we are done."
and gave the silky fabric a vicious tug, tearing it open.
"Done with what." Angel spoke in an aloof tone, trying to
ignore the pale hands that were now exploring his deep bronze
colored chest. Those same hands began to alternate from
touching the green and gold family crest of the Obi-Wan's Jedi
master; that the Jedi Apprentice himself had tattooed on Angel,
to playing with Angel's silver nipple ring with its shimmering
sapphire blue bead that was pierced through his left nipple.
"With each other, of course." Obi-Wan's eyes were drawn to the
top portion of a tattoo on Angel's lower abdomen. What the Jedi
could see above Angel's red sash, looked to be the wavy
undulating spikes of a sunburst pattern. The spikes were of a
dark cobalt blue outlined in silver.
Angel closed his eyes as Kenobi's hands continued their
demanding exploration, and Angel felt the first burn of heat
begin to take spark deep within him as Obi-Wan's hand touched
the blue tattoo. The tall dark apprentice gave a whuff of
surprise when the younger Jedi tugged at his leggings after
having removed the red silk sash from around Angel's waist.
"Stop this!" The dark apprentice hissed as he stood stunned
while Obi-Wan worked Angel's leggings and boots off leaving
Angel attired only in his small clothes.
Once Angel was disrobed Obi-Wan stared at the tattoo that was
completely revealed now. Indeed it was a blue and silver
sunburst design "Xanatos?" Obi-Wan softly asked as he reached
to touch the center of the tattoo where an actual faceted deep
blue sapphire was embedded in Angel's skin and just below the
navel.
"Yes, it is my Master's emblem." Angel replied somewhat
embarrassed as Obi-Wan's fingers lightly followed the blue and
silver pattern to lower places.
Looking up into Angel's silver eyes, Obi-Wan saw the
mortification and spoke with contained heat "Oh, Angel... why
so shy now?" Obi-Wan pressed himself against Angel's tall and
naked form. "After all, isn't this what you wanted from me?"
Memories of past encounters with the dark apprentice and his
aggressive sexual advances came quick and hot to Obi-Wan's mind
and he slid his hands back behind Angel. Where he briefly
massaged sore and stiff muscles, the Jedi then worked his hands
down to reach further and grip Angel's hips while thrusting his
own pelvis against Angel.
"Well, now is your big chance." Obi-Wan crooned and tried to
kiss the dark apprentice, but Angel being the taller had only
to turn his head to avoid the intimate contact.
Denied his prize of Angel's lips Obi-Wan gently placed his
kiss to the hollow notch of Angel's collarbone. Feeling the
smooth, warm skin beneath his mouth Obi-Wan gave a tentative
lick resulting in a quick shudder though Angel's form.
Obi-Wan's blood was racing now and he wanted more, as the bond
created by the Sith overlord began to pull harder at him.
"Why are you doing this Kenobi." Angel asked feeling the
younger man begin to tug on his long hair once more forcing
Angel to bring his face down to Obi-Wan's reach.
Obi-Wan silenced Angel's inquire by covering his mouth with
his own, exploring deeply with a willing tongue. Then releasing
the thick soft hair with a regretful sigh before his eyes
hardened, Obi-Wan began to explain while releasing the Force
hold over the taller man. "Have you ever met Tazura Saar-Riju,
Angel."
"Yes." Angel answered stiffly, as he warily watched the former
Jedi Padawan.
"Really?" Obi-Wan was surprised by the answer. "Not as a lowly
Slave, I'm sure." Obi-Wan sneered as the taste of "Slave" still
stung with stale bitterness in Obi-Wan's throat. The young Jedi
looked to Angel who only glared back at him without answering.
Shrugging his shoulders at the dark apprentice's silence,
Obi-Wan continued as he sat on the edge of a bed that was in
room.
It was then that Angel really looked around at the
surroundings and noticed for the first time that they were in
some sort of room that closely resembled one of Xanatos'
"Playrooms." Only this playroom was equipped with a large,
luxurious bed that had restraining devises at both head and
foot board
Seeing Angel's glance at the bed, Obi-Wan gave one of his
infamous impish grins and asked "Nervous?" Obi-Wan took his
time removing his boots then looked to Angel once more, patted
the bed next to him with one hand and commanded, "Angel,
come... sit."
Angel remained where he was, wishing he could hear the Jedi's
thoughts to try and figure out what was going on. This behavior
was completely out of character for the usually reserved Jedi
apprentice.
And just where were they really? The last thing Angel could
remember was, he was out on an errand for Master Sartain... 'Of
Course!' Angel thought to himself 'Sartain! It must be
Sartain.' There was one way to tell to be sure. Gracefully
drifting up to the Jedi apprentice Angel simply stood before
Obi-Wan forcing the younger man to look up at him or gaze at
the deep blue gem just below his navel.
Then reaching out to gently take Obi-Wan's chin Angel softly
uttered, "No, I'm not nervous." The dark apprentice ran a
finger over Obi-Wan's lips and felt the breaths becoming
quicker. "Are you?" Looking into the blue eyes that stared back
with an intense hunger Angel knew it was not the shaping
shifting Sith master, Sartain, but truly the Jedi apprentice.
"And you are still a Jedi, Obi-Wan." Angel stated flatly and
waited for Obi-Wan's next move.
Obi-Wan was torn, between the extreme thirst for physical
contact with Angel and anger at his flippant remarks regarding
Obi-Wan's status with the Force. Obi-Wan wasn't sure which
angered him more, the dark apprentice's taunting or that Angel
could be correct.
'Did Tazura Saar-Riju lie to me?' Obi-Wan silently questioned,
but all of that was wiped away as Obi-Wan felt the first
electrifying touch from Angel's webbed hands. Obi-Wan hadn't
notice the taller man reach down and start massaging his neck
and shoulders. The hot tingling thrill shot through Obi-Wan
setting his senses on fire and fed his hunger for the dark
apprentice. Reaching up to stop Angel' s kneading hands,
Obi-Wan held on to Angel's wrists then looking up into those
green lined silver eyes the younger man firmly ordered "Kneel."
Angel was becoming more and more perplexed. This was not like
the Jedi apprentice at all and Angel was uncertain whether to
obey or not.
Seeing the hesitation in Angel's eyes sent blistering anger
through Obi-Wan and he channeled a quick pain filled flash of
Force through his touch with Angel, causing the tall man to
grimace but silently comply.
"I don't want to hurt you Angel." Obi-Wan snarled as he stood
and now became the taller of the two. The Jedi firmly held on
to Angel's wrists.
"Then you are truly still a Jedi." Angel simply replied and
continued to gaze at the Jedi apprentice.
A thought occurred to Obi-Wan "How did you do that?"
"Do what." Angel answered dryly.
"Touch me with the Force." Obi-Wan barely uttered remembering
the erotic sensation from the warm webbed hands that were
tightly clenched. Releasing one wrist Obi-Wan took Angel's
other hand and gently worked it open to feel the soft skin that
spanned between Angel's fingers stopping just above the first
knuckle and began to trace the form of the delicate skin.
Trying to ignore the intimate and stimulating touches, Angel
had to clear his throat before speaking "It is what I do, Jedi.
I'm an empathic healer, remember?" Then seeing Obi-Wan's
nervous and uncertain look Angel added in a mocking tone,
"Oh... don't fret so, Jedi." as the dark apprentice sent
another tingling wave into Obi-Wan. "Right now, I can't use the
Force with out touching you."
"Stop!" Obi-Wan squeaked and tried to release Angel's hand as
he felt the hot energy work its way through his body. But Angel
was quicker and grasped Obi-Wan's arm before the Jedi could
retreat.
"Stop what?" Angel taunted knowing perfectly well what Obi-Wan
meant. "Stop touching you?" Angel smiled a small knowing grin
and a feral look formed in his eyes as the DragonBorn healer
took one of Obi-Wan's hands and began to massage the palm. "But
I thought it was what you wanted," the dark apprentice took the
captured hand and placed a firm and lingering kiss to the
center of Obi-Wan's palm. "But if that is what you wish." Angel
purred closing Obi-Wan's hand into a fist and gently push it
away then leaned back to sit on his knees with arms crossed.
"No Don't!" Obi-Wan spoke before he realized it. The younger
man could feel his face grow warm with the heat of blush from
the sudden reverse of control and started to back away, but
felt the bed at the back of his knees. "Wait!" the Jedi
clutched his kissed hand to his chest.
Before Obi-Wan could slip away Angel stood with fluid grace
and was now looking down at Obi-Wan with a dangerous savage
look. It took Obi-Wan by surprise and he ended up falling back
on the bed. In a flash Angel was on top of him, restraining and
pressing the Jedi firmly against the mattress.
"Be careful what you provoke, Jedi." Angel uttered with a
wicked grin, his face only inches from Obi-Wan. Angel firmly
held Obi-Wan's wrists just above his head. Then leaning down to
nuzzle the Jedi's neck, Angel took advantage of Obi-Wan's shock
to channel more heated Force into the younger man and felt the
results as Obi-Wan arched into him and a low moan escaped his
lips. All the while Angel worked the silver cuff off Obi-Wan's
wrist. Once the finely wrought bracelet was off, Angel stepped
back and smiled down at the Jedi apprentice.
Catching his breath from Angel's sudden and heated
aggressiveness, Obi-Wan sighed a deep breath of regret from the
withdrawal of the taller man's touch. Looking up into those
silver eyes Obi-Wan saw the wicked grin as Angel held up the
cuff for review. "What?" Obi-Wan asked with innocent amusement
at Angel's obvious self-satisfaction as the taller man slipped
the bracelet on.
Sitting up Obi-Wan watched, as a confused look settled over
Angel's features, as the Force still would not come to his
command. Obi-Wan couldn't repress a giggle and a grin as the
dark apprentice shot him a cold glare.
"I told you...." Obi-Wan playfully spoke as he scooted forward
to the edge of the bed "I was immune." Reaching out and
slipping his hands behind Angel's thighs, Obi-Wan slowly drew
the still glaring man towards him. "I just thought the bracelet
was nice looking." The Jedi softy spoke with a smile, running
his hands over the firm warm flesh of the dark apprentice.
Obi-Wan brought Angel close enough to kiss the blue gem
embedded in the bronze skin.
A soft moan unwillingly left Angel's lips as Obi-Wan continued
to passionately kiss around the blue gem. The heat Angel felt
earlier was growing hotter and deeper in his loins as the dark
apprentice began to feel the pull of something new, something
powerful and hungry.
"Stop..." The taller man pleaded, as Obi-Wan dipped his tongue
into Angel's navel and squeezed his buttocks through the white
silkily fabric.
"Why?" Obi-Wan questioned looking up from where he rested his
chin against Angel's abdomen. "I would have thought as a former
pleasure slave..." he gave Angel's stomach another lingering
kiss "That you wouldn't mind this." The Jedi had worked his
hands up and under the top of Angel's small clothes and was
slowly easing the white fabric down Angel's firm hips.
Tightly gripping Obi-Wan's wrists to stop the Jedi's hands,
Angel snarled "Who told you that!"
Simply smiling at the glowering dark apprentice, Obi-Wan tried
once more slipping the white fabric off Angel's waist but found
Angel's grasp unmoving and slyly asked with an impish grin "Is
it true?" Then changed tactics as he released the silky cloth
and slid his hands up Angel's flanks, sending warm tingling
Force energies through his touch causing Angel to released his
grip on Obi-Wan's arms with a quick gasp of surprise.
"Why do you want to know." Angel closed his eyes as he felt
the Jedi's touch tingle through him and he allowed Obi-Wan to
turn him around. The dark apprentice felt Obi-Wan's exploring
fingers softy trace the outline of another blue and silver
tattoo of a moon and star with two blue leaves on Angel's lower
back. This tattoo matched the tattoo on Obi-Wan's lower back,
when Angel had marked Obi-Wan as merchandise belonging to the
slave trader, Raven Kie-Ran.
"Just answer the question." Obi-Wan stood, gathered the long
black mane of hair and fastidiously draped it over Angel's
shoulder. Then pressing himself up against the warmness of
Angel's back, Obi-Wan kissed the skin between the taller man's
shoulder blades and ran his hands under Angel's arms then
around front to play with firm nipples.
A sigh of indulgence left Angel's mouth as he leaned his head
back against Obi-Wan's shoulder and felt the Jedi's breath
against his face. "I was a slave, at one time."
Obi-Wan began to twist and tug at the smooth silver ring in
Angel's nipple, his breaths coming in short at Angel's
closeness and confession. "A Pleasure Slave?" Obi-Wan barely
managed to ask. Releasing the ring Obi-Wan slowly slid his
hands down Angel's torso, feeling the tightness of the muscles
as they moved under the bronze colored skin.
"Yesss..." Angel breathed out, he was too caught up in the
moment to stop the Jedi's actions and reached behind him to
press the younger man closer. Then turning his head Angel met
the Jedi's lips and the two kissed deeply.
Angel could feel Obi-Wan's hands sliding closer to his aching
parts and wasn't sure just how far the younger man intended to
go. Breaking from the kiss, Angel quickly caught the Jedi's
hands once more "Wait!" Angel spat bringing a hiss of annoyance
from Obi-Wan who responded by digging his nails into the dark
apprentices skin.
"This is becoming extremely bothersome, Angel." Obi-Wan
heatedly chastised between gritted teeth as the Jedi raked his
nails across Angel's lower abdomen from being denied his goal.
Obi-Wan was beginning to think perhaps Xanatos was right about
his claim over Angel, but Obi-Wan wasn't about to let his
predecessor win this game. Not after all the Sith master had
put Obi-Wan through. Steeling his resolve Obi-Wan practically
sneered "I would have thought being so... Experienced in the
ways of carnality you wouldn't be this ambiguous." Obi-Wan
withdrew his touch from Angel and stepped away from the tall
man to glower at him with arms crossed.
Sighing from the loss of the stimulating touch Angel turned
around to face Obi-Wan. Reining in his feelings of lust that
the Jedi had managed to arouse, Angel reached out to caress the
Jedi's face. "Obi-Wan," Angel started as the younger man
flinched from his touch "I am not a slave anymore." Hooking a
lock of silver hair behind a pointed ear, Angel flicked the
rest of the long mane behind him once more "I've not been
required to Service anyone for a long time."
The dark apprentice began to slowly undo Obi-Wan's black
tunic, and even managed to uncross the displeased man's arms so
Angel could slip the fabric off exposing pale skin, never
noticing the scores of new scars. "But if you wish to
experience my previous skills." Angel bent doyounger man.
'If this is what it takes to gain my freedom.' Angel silently
thought as he felt Obi-Wan respond to his creation. Soft moans
slipped from the Jedi's lips as Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around
the taller man but once more found Angel's restraining hands
stopping the Jedi's actions.
"Stop." Angel hissed without thinking. Something wasn't
correct, he held Obi-Wan's hands and shook his head as if
trying to figure out some elusive memory. It felt right to be
doing these things with Obi-Wan, but with each sensual touch to
the younger man Angel also felt something slightly painful, as
if the dark apprentice was loosing a part of himself.
Obi-Wan saw the confusion in Angel and took advantage of it to
strengthen his bond "How long?" Obi-Wan quickly asked,
distracting the taller man.
Angel had knelt down and began to loosen the ties to Obi-Wan's
leggings but stopped at the Jedi's unexpected question. Looking
up at the sky blue eyes that observed him with barely contained
hunger the dark apprentice prompted "How long what?"
Obi-Wan took Angel's face with both hands and was softy
tracing the smooth shaven jaw-line and felt the warm breath
from the lips he wanted to claim again. "How long were you a
pleasure slave?" Seeing the fires of resentment blaze in
Angel's silver eyes, Obi-Wan tightened his grasp on Angel's
face preventing the dark apprentice from pulling away over the
personal question regarding Angel's past.
With a low growl and a sharp jerk, Angel freed his face from
the Jedi's grasp and looked anywhere but those searching azure
eyes. "What does it matter." Angel coolly answered resuming his
task of removing Obi-Wan's leggings.
"It matters," Obi-Wan took Angel's chin and tilted Angel's
head back, forcing the taller man to look up at him. Obi-Wan's
breath caught in his throat as Angel's features struck him for
the first time as beautiful. Angel's golden bronze skin, the
long tresses of midnight black hair that formed a distinctive
Widow's peak in the center of Angel's forehead, to the silver
gray hair at his temples. Finally to the silver hoop in Angel's
left ear that off set his supernatural eyes, and all emphasized
by his thick accented voice.
"It matters to me, Angel." the Jedi whispered as he felt his
leggings being slowly inched down his narrow hips taking any
rational thought away.
"Well, since you're so curious and insistent..." Angel uttered
some what annoyed but continued to work the black fabric down
to Obi-Wan's thighs.
"I was contracted for..." now to the knees,
"At least..." finally down around the Jedi's feet,
"25 years." each of Obi-Wan's feet was gently raised and the
onyx fabric removed and flung aside. "What else." Angel flatly
asked, gliding his hands back up Obi-Wan's legs, over silky
black small clothes to rest on Obi-Wan's hips where he gently
massaged tense flanks.
"What else?" Obi-Wan absently echoed, looking down at Angel's
courtly face, his pulse quickening from those warm webbed hands
on his hips.
"What else do you want to know about me." Angel scooted
forward to slide his hands around Obi-Wan's bottom where he
squeezed and tickled the span between Obi-Wan's firm cheeks.
Angel then drew the Jedi closer where he felt the rigid
stirring of Obi-Wan's arousal against his chest.
Standing before the kneeling dark apprentice who gazed at him
with open frankness, Obi-Wan realized he was using Angel to
take vengeance against Xanatos for all that the Sith master had
done to him. Obi-Wan felt his face blossom with the heat of
shame.
'What am I doing?' Obi-Wan thought as he closed his eyes. The
young Jedi realized Angel was going to be more than just an
acquaintance. Obi-Wan was going to share an intrinsic bond with
the dark apprentice, and Angel deserved to know the truth.
Clutching at Angel's shoulders Obi-Wan attempted to stop the
lingering kisses and little nips that Xanatos' apprentice had
begun applying to his abdomen. But Obi-Wan was paralyzed with
pure eroticism as Angel slipped his thumbs inside the Jedi's
small clothes and began to tug them off.
"Angel..." the Jedi barely spoke while he stood motionless and
breathless, as the dark apprentice in one swift motion removed
the silky cool material exposing the Jedi to the cool air and
to the ex-pleasure slave's whims.
Through that one agile gesture, Obi-Wan was brought to full
erection and he felt his face grow even more flush. All
moisture left Obi-Wan's mouth as his throat worked to speak, to
stop Angel before they went any further. But all the Jedi could
force past his parched mouth and dry lips was an awkward squeak
as Angel's webbed hand closed around his stiff organ and began
to slowly work him, while Angel's other hand gently cupped
Obi-Wan's aching testicles and lightly manipulated them.
"You were saying something?" Angel murmured as a devious grin
spread across his lips, the ex-pleasure slave looked up at
Obi-Wan's blushing face.
Angel easily slipped back to his former skill as he expertly
teased the tender flesh around Obi-Wan's generously
proportioned genitals. Long webbed fingers worked to tweak
sensitive areas then switched back to firm solid stroking
motions to running a fingernail over the bell shaped tip and
back again. While Angel's other hand rolled and scrupulously
squeezed the soft sack of flesh. Then firmly tracing a
meandering line between testicles and anus, Angel stopped at
mid point and apply the needed pressure that caused Obi-Wan to
gasp and dig his fingernails into Angel's shoulders. Angel
grimaced at the discomfort but knew he was on the right tract
and continued his actions with practiced skill. All the while
Angel randomly sent a sliver of living Force through his hands
increasing the intensity of his touch.
"S-stop!" Obi-Wan finally managed to snap through clenched
teeth as the Jedi bent forward panting with lust and need and
rested his head against Angel's neck.
"But I've barely begun, sweet Jedi." Angel purred, he nuzzled
against Obi-Wan's face feeling the younger man's hot breath
against his cheek. Releasing his hold on Obi-Wan, Angel stood
and guided the seemingly boneless Jedi back to the bed and
eased him into a sitting position then knelt in front of
Obi-Wan and slowly pushed his way between the Jedi's legs.
Looking at Obi-Wan's dazed eyes Angel seductively uttered,
"Did I not warn you to be careful?" Leaning forwards the dark
apprentice took one of Obi-Wan's hardened nipples between his
lips and began to gently nip and suckle as Angel's hand
searched out the other stiff bud, which he tweaked and rolled
between webbed fingers. All the while Angel's other hand began
to work its way back down lower to Obi-Wan's waiting and
sensitive parts once more.
'Oh Force help me!' Obi-Wan desperately sent feeling Angel's
warm hand begin to glide its journey along his thigh, lightly
raking finger nails in the path to firmly taking Obi-Wan in
hand once more to taunt with years of practice.
"Wait!" Obi-Wan hissed as Angel nipped him with teeth then
looked at Obi-Wan's face with an expert pout.
"Wait?" The ex-pleasure slave replied with mock hurt as he
released tender nipples but not his hold over Obi-Wan's
throbbing organ. "Why?" Angel smirked as he watched Obi-Wan's
lips try to work. "Am I not bringing you pleasure.... Obi-Wan."
The dark apprentice had leaned so close to the young
apprentice's parted lips that Obi-Wan could almost feel the
slick tongue quickly snake out to sample the Jedi's mouth. Then
pushing Obi-Wan's thighs further apart, Angel softy uttered
"Then I will have to work harder." and leaned forward to taste
of Obi-Wan's aching desire.
'No, Please... Wait!' Obi-Wan solicitude went unheard as the
Jedi tried to find a way to stop the kneeling ex-pleasure slave
before him since Obi-Wan's body would not respond to his
bidding.
"Angel!" The younger man hissed through clenched teeth. Then
as if in answer to his plea, _It_ finally awoke in both
Apprentices long before Angel's lips made contact.
The static spark of the bond created by Tazura Saar-Riju
flared to life in a searing flash of sea blue and dark emerald
green. The two distinctive Force signatures of Angel and
Obi-Wan swirled around one another taking and giving, testing
and seeking before finally intertwining together. Until all
that was left was one brilliant spark of living blue/green
energy, with hints of dark sapphire blue and calming Forrest
green.
Each man was taken by surprise as the bond consumed him while
at the same time exposed each for the other's exploration then
subsided leaving both apprentices stunned and breathless and
all within a few heartbeats.
Finding himself sitting back on his knees, Angel looked to a
gaping and panting Obi-Wan and snarled between gasping breaths
"What have you done Jedi!"
Echoes of Obi-Wan's past, of growing up in the Jedi Temple,
his training, his missions and memories of Obi-Wan's sometimes
aloof but beloved and honored Jedi master. Along with recent
experiences of Lord Raven's infamous attitude; Obi-Wan's use
and agony by Lord Rees, Tazura Saar-Riju's interrogation and
fresh but guarded memories Angel's own Sith master, Xanatos.
All of these thoughts continued to slowly filter through
Angel's mind.
"Angel!" Obi-Wan sputtered as he witnessed Angel's memoir of
being a slave.
Beginning since birth the dark apprentice had been collared,
humiliated, and treated less than a wild beast. All by Angel's
own family and race simply because he has a half-breed; it all
tore through Obi-Wan's mind leaving the Jedi appalled. Next
came vivid memories as Angel's household sold the dark
apprentice to a slave trader who trained him in the sometime
perverse and painful ways of a pleasure slave.
Then came the somewhat brighter memories of Angel's brief time
with Lord Raven who bartered and then freed the pleasure slave
of the collar that inhibited all of Angel's natural and Force
abilities since birth. It was Lord Raven, Obi-Wan discovered
who began to teach Angel the ways of the Force and became his
life mate before Angel became Xanatos' Apprentice and partner.
'So much pain.' the Jedi reflected that it all threatened to
overwhelm Obi-Wan and a heavy sigh left his lips.
Hearing Obi-Wan's thoughts, Angel shot to his feet and glared
down at the Jedi and hissed "I do not need nor require your
pity, Jedi!" The tall apprentice began to pace, leaving an
ice-cold trail in his wake. Xanatos' partner continued to
mutter low curses in his native language under his breath as
Angel occasionally cast a heated scowl at the young Jedi still
seated on the bed.
Catching his breath Obi-Wan immediately noticed the difference
in the dark student as the powers of Force hummed through
Angle's tall, lean frame. Even if Angel hadn't caught on,
Obi-Wan felt it just as Tazura had predicted and Obi-Wan
couldn't repress a slight grin of relief as the Jedi apprentice
gathered the bed sheet around his mid drift to cover his
nudity.
Seeing the smile on Obi-Wan's lips, Angel stopped in mid
tirade and snapped "And just What are You smiling at!"
"You." Obi-Wan simply answered, crossing his feet at ankles
and leaning back on his hands as the Jedi continued to gaze at
Angel. Obi-Wan watched the Dark Forces swirl around Angel like
morning mist as Xanatos' student unconsciously gathered it to
him. 'So elegant.' Obi-Wan absently thought, as out of habit
Angel flicked his long hair behind him and stood tall with arms
crossed.
A startled look fell over Angel's features as he turned to
look at Obi-Wan and asked quietly "What did you just say?" The
dark apprentice began to slowly advance on the laid back Jedi;
there was a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
"I said, You." Obi-Wan nervously licked his lips and his pulse
began to quicken again.
"Nooo..." Angel stood before Obi-Wan "You said, I was
elegant." Suspicion filled his voice.
Obi-Wan smiled and mimicked Angel's manner "Nooo..." Obi-Wan
sat forward spreading his knees apart, inviting the dark
apprentice back. "I Thought, you looked elegant."
"What have you done." Angel repeated looking down at Obi-Wan,
as Angel saw his words were true.
Quickly looking away from the silver demanding eyes and
scooting back on the bed as the heat of dishonor threatened to
undo him, Obi-Wan clutched the bed sheet tighter around his
waist.
Leaning down and grabbing an ankle, Angel prevented the Jedi's
escape as he felt the younger man's guilty emotions. "Tell me."
the dark apprentice commanded with power of Force behind his
words.
Feeling the vise-like grip from the webbed hands, Obi-Wan
didn't know where to begin, so he decide to test unknown
territory and sent to tall comely man as gently as possible
//Angel, I'm sorry.//
A breath of surprise left Angel's lips as his grip tightened
around the Jedi's ankle. Angel could only stare in mute
astonishment as the golden honey voice reverberated in his
mind.
Seeing the shocked look on Angel's face, Obi-Wan decided
honesty was the best route and dropped his mental barriers
leaving his mind open for the dark apprentice's review.
//Take what you want, Angel.// Obi-Wan looked to the unnerving
silver eyes that drilled him to his soul as Angel's mental
touch ruffled through Obi-Wan's mind leaving the young Jedi
breathless and hungry for the physical touch.
After a few minutes of probing Obi-Wan's mind, Angel released
his grip from the Jedi's ankle. Then taking a few steps back
from the younger man, Angel didn't know what to think. The dark
student saw it all in that brief search. Obi-Wan's torture, his
break and his ultimate reason for choosing Angel. Angel had
even heard the unspoken words of the Tazura Saar-Riju, who
explained through a touch to Obi-Wan what was going to happen
between Obi-Wan and Angel. The dark apprentice realized why he
felt the pull towards the younger man and then finally
understood why the Force wouldn't come to him, not until the
bond was complete.
Barely speaking above a whisper that sounded like iced thunder
to Obi-Wan who winced from Angel's words. "You meant to use me
against my own Master." The dark apprentice continued to stare
at the mortified Jedi. "Perhaps I under estimated your ability
for cruelty, Jedi."
Angel watched as Obi-Wan looked away as the dark apprentice
removed the bracelet from around his wrist and dropped it to
the floor. Then with a flick of his hand, Angel caused the Jedi
to float before him wrapped in cords of Dark Force and still
holding the bed sheet around himself. Angel took Obi-Wan's chin
and forced the younger man to look at him.
"But I can also understand your reasoning." Angel's began to
trace the outlines of the fresh scars on Obi-Wan's chest and
arms.
Closing his eyes to ready himself for whatever the dark
apprentice had planned Obi-Wan felt the webbed hands continue
their light tracing of the numerous disfigurements that criss
crossed his flesh.
When Angel's fingers came across one of the many deep fissures
left by the whip Lord Rees had used, which had been laced with
the pain enhancing chemical Nerocyacloine. Angel gave a quick
hiss and snatched his hand away as if the dark apprentice had
been the one burned by the blue chemical and softly uttered,
"Lord Rees used that on you?"
"Yes," Obi-Wan barely uttered and couldn't stop an involuntary
shudder from memories of the agony the pale woman had inflicted
on him. "She also used some form of Dark Force whip. One that
I've never seen before and never wish to see or feel again."
Angel looked into the haunted sky blue eyes. "Who healed you."
The natural born healer quietly asked finally taking note that
the majority of the wounds were not completely treated.
Obi-Wan softly spoke "Tazura Saar-Riju, but only enough to
stop the bleeding." Gulping in a quick breath of air, Obi-Wan
couldn't continue as unwanted memories of his torture came back
to terrify him and Obi-Wan began to tremble.
Seeing he had awaken the dark pain filled memories in the
younger man Angel placed a hand to Obi-Wan's sweat slick
forehead and softy spoke "Forget..." While waiting for his
compulsion to work its way through the Jedi's mind, Angel
reflected with a tight smile.
'Perhaps we're not so different.' Angel briefly reminisced at
having been beaten or whipped one too many times than he could
count, simply for another's pleasure. 'Well, Jedi...' Angel
silently thought as he watched Obi-Wan slowly open his eyes
with a slightly confused look. 'We can either fight this bond
and make each other miserable or we can take the path of least
resistance.'
"What were you saying?" the Jedi queried looking at Angel's
lazy feral smile.
"I was saying," the dark apprentice caressed Obi-Wan's face,
running a thumb across his lips. "You thought to claim me?" the
dark student moved closer feeling the panic slowly build in the
man suspended before him "To take me from Xanatos..." Angel was
now leaning his forehead against Obi-Wan's, cradling the Jedi's
head with both hands so Obi-Wan couldn't pull back "You were
dearly mistaken."
The ex-pleasure slave spoke with a dangerous croon then kissed
the Jedi with such intensity that the spark from their bond
flared back to life and the bed sheet slip from Obi-Wan's loose
fingers to pool around Angel's feet. The dark apprentice drew
forth a powerful link to the Dark Forces and wove it around the
two of them, blanketing them in hot, demanding desire. //You
are Mine, Jedi!//
Obi-Wan heard Angel's deep and sensuous accented voice in his
head, spinning already over whelmed senses out of control.
//Angel, you don't have to...// the younger man tried to
intercede but discovered Angel's domination supreme as he found
himself still suspended in mid air.
Gripping the dark haired man to him and wrapping his arms
around Angel's neck, Obi-Wan felt like a fish out of water
since Obi-Wan's feet did not touch the ground and he couldn't
gain any leverage as the younger man tried his best to respond
to Angel's kiss in kind.
'Perhaps I over did it!' Angel thought as he broke from the
kiss, sputtered out a silky giggle and gasped for air at the
same time then gleefully sent //Impetuous Jedi, are you trying
to strangle me?// as Angel firmly unhooked Obi-Wan's death grip
from around his neck. Then broke out into more laughter from
the look on Obi-Wan's face and staggered to sit on the bed.
Seeing Angel was only making fun of him, Obi-Wan tentatively
searched out the Force hold the dark apprentice held him in and
pointedly severed it and gracefully settled to the ground and
did his best to glare at his new bond mate.
After Angel finally gained enough composure to look at Obi-Wan
without breaking out in to a fit of laughter and simply smile
at him, the Jedi dryly asked "Are you done?" Which earned him
another wiry grin from the dark apprentice.
"Not even close, My sweet Jedi." Angel murmured, as his grin
changed from a playful smirk to a predatory smile. Angel slowly
looked the Jedi apprentice over, patted the bed beside him and
commanded "Obi-Wan... Come sit." and watched as the younger man
worked to swallow and complied with heated elegance and
energetic youth.
Angel moved over so Obi-Wan could stretch out beside him. "Lay
on your stomach." the dark apprentice softly ordered.
Once Obi-Wan was comfortably situated with head resting on his
arms, Angel moved to straddle Obi-Wan's hips which earned Angel
a muffled moan from the man below him.
Bracing his hands on Obi-Wan's shoulder's, Angel leaned
forward until his lips were next to Obi-Wan's ear and
seductively whispered "I mark you as Mine, Jedi." He heard
Obi-Wan's nervousness and felt the Jedi's uncertainly.
"What are you going... Oh!" Obi-Wan started to ask but all
speech left him in a gasp as Angel's hands become unnaturally
hot and began to glide along his skin setting Obi-Wan's nerves
on fire.
The dark student methodically worked his way across Obi-Wan's
body, starting at shoulders, then to each of Obi-Wan's arms, to
ribs, and finally to waist, never missing a section of flesh.
Obi-Wan was losing himself in the deep heated touch, as
Angel's hands lightly caressed in some areas and rubbed deeply
in other. And although Obi-Wan couldn't figure out what Angel
was doing to him, what ever it was it felt divine and a long
sigh of content left his lips as the younger man relaxed into
the mattress.
As the minutes passed by in silence, the Jedi was becoming
aware of just how much Force Angel was drawing into himself as
the dark apprentice worked and Obi-Wan couldn't help but wonder
again 'What are you doing to me?'
Hearing Obi-Wan's thoughts Angel quietly repeated as he
shifted his seating over the Jedi, "I told you... I am marking
you Mine."
Another groan left Obi-Wan as he felt Angel's long hair drape
across his back, sweeping against him and then slide along
super sensitive nerves causing the Jedi to grind his hips into
the bed.
Smiling at Obi-Wan's actions, Angel resettled himself across
the Jedi's waist facing Obi-Wan's feet and continued his
massage. Obi-Wan gave a slight jump of surprise as Angel's
hands caressed his bare buttocks.
//Easy, sweet Jedi...// Angel sent as he lingered his touch
just below Obi-Wan's firm cheeks, briefly dipped down to nudge
and tease testicles before moving on to each of Obi-Wan's legs
then massaged each foot. Lifting himself off the younger man
and sitting aside, Angel ordered again "Turn over, Obi-Wan."
"Can't I just stay here?" the Jedi mumbled, already missing
Angel's touch.
"No."
"Why not?" Obi-Wan had another reason for not wanting to turn
over.
"Because I'm not done." Angel gave a jab to the Jedi's ribs
earning him a hiss of annoyance from the apprentice who scowled
at Angel before turning over and covered his eyes with an arm
so he wouldn't have to see Angel's face as the heat of
embarrassment bloomed on Obi-Wan's face.
Greedily looking over Obi-Wan's full arousal, Angel gently
coaxed the arm covering the Jedi's eyes off.
"There is nothing to be ashamed of Obi-Wan." Angel spoke, as
he felt the Jedi's humiliated emotions radiate out in waves.
"We are Bonded to one another." the tall man moved to straddle
Obi-Wan's waist once more, then scooted back until he could
feel Obi-Wan against his lower back earning Angel another deep
groan of indulgence from the younger man. "You must learn to
enjoy what is freely given. There is no shame in that,
Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan was completely enraptured by the dark apprentice. He
watched as Angel slowly rubbed his hands together with eyes
closed. The Jedi felt the powers of the Force being drawn to
the half-breed who so casually sat atop him, driving Obi-Wan
crazy for more of Angel's touch.
After a few seconds Angel opened his eyes, smiled and quietly
asked "Are you sure you're ready for more?"
Obi-Wan saw Angel's hands were slightly aglow with a dark
emerald green hue with sparks of sea blue and could only nod
his head in acknowledgment. Angel leaned forward and placed his
hands to Obi-Wan's chest where the Jedi felt once more the
unnatural heated touch as those webbed hands began to slide
over his skin setting sensitive nerves ablaze once more.
Angel's pulse was racing and his blood was on fire as it
thundered through his veins. The natural born healer touched,
caressed and rubbed every inch of the man below him. Angel
almost lost control over his own desires when his fingers
traveled over Obi-Wan's stiff nipples causing the Jedi to arch
his back and buck his hips. Concentrating once more at the task
at hand, Angel meticulously worked from Obi-Wan's chest, to
arms, to waist and did his best to keep the echoes of abuse
from his face, as Angel knew Obi-Was was watching him.
But even as Angel drew on and used the heat and energy of his
own lust along with a huge amount of Force, the healer was
quickly tiring as Angel worked his inborn skills on Obi-Wan,
trying to erase the marks of the Jedi's pain. But it was
becoming harder to keep the small grimaces from his features
because Lord Rees was a Master at inflicting pain and Angel was
close to using all his reserves of energy and without warning,
exhaustion washed over and drown the dark apprentice. Obi-Wan's
legs would have to wait another time.
Obi-Wan intently watched Angel as he finally discovered just
how the Dark Apprentice was "Marking" him. Obi-Wan recalled
from his previous experience of Angel's healing powers, how it
drained the tall man and how it took even longer for Angel to
recover. So Obi-Wan waited quietly and when the moment came the
Jedi was ready.
Reaching out with a gentle cushion of Force, Obi-Wan caught
Angel as he toppled off the younger man with a heavy sigh of
weariness. Sitting up to cradled the natural born healer in his
arms, Obi-Wan heard the whisper soft //Obi-Wan, I'm sorry.// in
his mind as Angel gratefully rested against the Jedi.
"And you called me impetuous!" Obi-Wan snarled "And Why, by
the Force are you sorry?"
//Because I didn't finish...// Angel gestured towards
Obi-Wan's legs.
"I think, I'll live." Obi-Wan dryly remarked as he eased the
tired empathic healer onto the bed to rest.
//Thank you.//
Smiling at the resting Angel, Obi-Wan placed a hand to his
bond mate's chest and idly traced the green and gold tattoo of
Qui-Gon's family's crest when it occurred to young man.
"Angel..."
"Yes." The dark student barely spoke above a whisper and
smiled faintly as Angel saw the question forming in Obi-Wan's
mind.
"I thought you said you were marking me?" The Jedi looked to
his chest and saw nothing. Feeling just a tad disappointed
before it struck Obi-Wan like lightening. Looking again,
Obi-Wan saw there was nothing. No hint of a scar anywhere Angel
had touched. Looking at his arms, again. Nothing.
Then scanning the room Obi-Wan found a mirror and went to look
at his back and was astonished once more as the Jedi found his
skin clean, smooth and perfect. Nothing remained but the blue
and silver tattoo.
Turning around to look at Angel who smiled back at Obi-Wan
with a wicked gleam in his eyes, Obi-Wan was about to speak
when Angel's sending came fast and furious to his mind,
freezing the Jedi in place.
//I have left my Mark. My sweet Jedi.//
"But I don't understand, why." Obi-Wan absently asked, still
amazed by Angel's work.
Angel pushed himself up to a sitting position and gestured for
Obi-Wan to come to him.
Standing before Angel, Obi-Wan quietly looked at Angel's
refined face and a shiver of excitement raced through him as
the dark apprentice reached out to draw Obi-Wan closer.
Running a hand over the Jedi's abdomen Angel continued
"Obi-Wan, Do you think we will always be together?" Then
placing a kiss to just above Obi-Wan's navel, Angel felt the
Jedi's confusion.
"Won't we?" Obi-Wan queried as he lightly ran his hands over
Angel's shoulders and under the thick hair. Hoping to hear the
answer he wanted.
"No." was Angel's simple reply and winced from the hurt that
lashed out from Obi-Wan.
"You don't want me..." Obi-Wan uttered in horror as the
thought of Angel rejecting him threatened to crush the younger
man. Blinding anger filled Obi-Wan's heart as he realized
Qui-Gon was taken from him and now Angel didn't want him.
Obi-Wan was going to be alone.
The Jedi Padawan tried to break away from Angel's grasp but
couldn't as Angel had formed a weak Force hold around the
struggling young man. Obi-Wan hissed "Let me go Sith Lord!"
sneering the title Obi-Wan fought against the dark student's
grip and restraint.
"Obi-Wan, Let me finish!" Angel snarled as the empathic healer
felt Obi-Wan's hateful thoughts towards him. Obi-Wan stopped
struggling and glared down at Angel and waited for Angel to
continue.
Taking a deep breath and releasing the fuming Jedi, Angel sat
back and spoke with weariness. "In time Obi-Wan, you will go
back to your Jedi master and I, hopefully by the Goddess
Kia-Sreman, will return to Xanatos."
"What?" Obi-Wan went deathly still at Angel's words as hope
glimmered in his soul. Then remembering Tazura's words Obi-Wan
cautiously spoke "But Tazura Saar-Riju said..."
Angel was growing impatient as Obi-Wan still did not
understand and quickly snapped "Do you believe everything
you're told." Which caused Obi-Wan to snap his mouth shut, lift
his chin in defiance and cross his arms.
Sighing a deep breath and lifting his hands with palms out in
a gesture of acquiesce Angel softy spoke "Forgive me, I'm
tired. What I'm trying to say Obi-Wan is, no one can take a
Bond from you. No matter what they say or what they do."
"Then Qui-Gon..." Obi-Wan blurted out with renewed optimism.
"Yes." Angel spoke with a hint of resentment "The Jedi Jinn is
still bonded to you." As it occurred to Angel he'd have to
share Obi-Wan. "All you need do is search it out." Angel felt
the joy pour from the younger man and had to look away before
his own disappointment showed on his face.
Feeling Angel's distress though their bond, Obi-Wan spoke with
a hint of skepticism "Angel, Tazura Saar-Riju isn't going to
let me go and Xanatos is certainly not going to let me just
waltz out. How..."
Setting his face into a neutral expression and reining in his
emotions so the younger man could not detect them Angel replied
"I will find a way for you to escape."
"But they'll punish you if they find out you helped" The Jedi
apprentice stated, as Obi-Wan worried over what might happen to
his new bond mate as less painful memories of his own
punishment from Lord Rees and Xanatos' explosive temper briefly
flitted through Obi-Wan's mind. Obi-Wan stepped closer to Angel
to caress the healer's face, then running his fingers through
the thick soft hair, Obi-Wan felt Angel lean into his touch.
A breath of relief left Angel's lips as he felt Obi-Wan's
forgiveness wash over him from his harsh words and quietly
murmured "Nothing I haven't endured before, I'm sure." Then
looking up at Obi-Wan, Angel pulled on the last of his strength
and took the Jedi's hand to place a kiss to the palm and spoke
with a wiry grin on his face.
"Just remember who it was that gave you back what was taken
every time you look in the mirror." The dark apprentice slid
his hand over the smooth healed skin of Obi-Wan's stomach,
feeling the muscles tighten and move under the perfect pale
surface.
"I will." Obi-Wan solemnly replied as he cupped Angel's face
then leaned down and kissed the healer.
"Then That Obi-Wan... is my mark." Angel whispered after the
kiss. Laying a webbed hand to Obi-Wan's chest Angel sent the
last of his healing energies into Obi-Wan, breaking the block
deeply embedded within the Jedi that lies and pain had built in
order to conceal the bond with Obi-Wan's Jedi master.
For a few heartbeats the world tipped and spun around him and
Obi-Wan had to sit as Qui-Gon's psychic touch came crashing
into his mind. Washing over Obi-Wan cleansing him and making he
feel whole again; although it was not strong enough to use, it
was a start.
Hearing Angel's tired sigh, Obi-Wan looked at the worn out
healer. "Angel..." Obi-Wan tentatively spoke, he didn't know
where to begin on how to thank the dark apprentice. The younger
man didn't think it was possible for a "Sith" to be so giving
and Obi-Wan struggled with words to tell Angel without sounding
so...
"Condescending, I believe is the word you are looking for."
Angel dryly spoke, finishing Obi-Wan's thoughts. "You forget My
Jedi. I know what it's like." Angel smiled sadly and touched
Obi-Wan's lips "I've been there. Alone and without hope."
"Beaten and used too." Obi-Wan quietly added and clutched the
dark golden hand before Angel could retreat knowing he'd
touched a delicate subject, Angel's past. Obi-Wan had figured
out how to express his appreciation.
"Yes, those as well." Angel replied flatly as he watched
Obi-Wan move in front of him and take up Angel's other hand. A
shudder of heat ran through Angel as the younger man slowly
kissed the palm of each hand just as Angel had done many times
to Obi-Wan.
Then kneeling before the telepathic man, Obi-Wan didn't bother
to screen his thoughts as Obi-Wan released one hand and took
Angel's remaining hand with both his own. Spreading the hand
wide, Obi-Wan began to gently nip at the soft delicate tissue
that spanned between the long fingers. Then giving the widest
span of skin that ran between thumb and forefinger a firm,
lingering suckle and a solid nip, Obi-Wan then place Angel's
hand on his shoulder and began to do the same to the other
webbed hand.
Obi-Wan looked to Angel's hungry eyes while he worked on the
sensitive skin, finally having learned that this is what Angel
craved most and could set him on fire. Obi-Wan sent //Then use
me, my Sith Lord.//
He tapped into the Force and poured it through their bond to
the stunned and speechless dark apprentice.
Head bowed and digging his nails into Obi-Wan's shoulder from
both sensual fervor and the intoxicating fire of the Force as
it plunged back into him. Angel's breath left him in a deep
gasp and the dark apprentice clenched his teeth as Angel's mind
teetered on the brink of pure bliss.
"Wait!" Angel panted, as the healer took his fill of both
energies and jerked his hand from Obi-Wan's lips. The dark
apprentice felt his body respond to Obi-Wan's lust and the over
whelming desire the Jedi had awaken in him and Angel wasn't
sure how to react. The ex-pleasure slave was hardly ever on the
receiving end of gratification and his confidence wavered.
Seeing Angel's lean body hum once more with the powers of the
Force. Obi-Wan closed the link with the Force and his pulse
quickened as Obi-Wan watched the heaving chest from the
pleasure He had invoked. Then reaching for Angel's small
cloths, Obi-Wan pulled them off with a quick motion causing a
groan to leave Angel's lips as the dark apprentice tipped his
head back.
Then pushing himself between Angel's knees and spreading
Angel's legs wider, Obi-Wan seductively uttered once more "Use
me, Angel." Obi-Wan pressed himself against the dark student
feeling Angel's stiff arousal against his abdomen, the Jedi
claimed with lips Angel's pierced nipple. //Take me, my Sith
Lord.// Obi-Wan sent as he heard Angel moan as his tongue
played with the silver ring and blue bead.
Obi-Wan reached around to rake his nails across Angel's back,
making the dark student arch into his lips as Obi-Wan moved to
suckle and nip Angel's other harden nipple. Feeling the dark
apprentice's long hair against the back of his hands, Obi-Wan
took a hand full of the black velvet and tugged, forcing
Angel's head back.
A hiss of both pleasure and pain escaped Angel's lips as
Obi-Wan slowly stood with Angel's hair still firmly held in his
hand. Angel felt the Jedi's rigid organ press against his chest
then felt Obi-Wan's lips on his exposed throat as the Jedi's
other hand continued to twist and pull at the slick silver
ring.
Moving from throat to waiting lips, Obi-Wan took Angel with a
savage thirst as he leaned harder against the dark student,
forcing Angel to lay back on the bed where Obi-Wan released his
hold on the soft silky hair. Using the Force, Obi-Wan moved
them both further on the bed so Angel was spread out and under
him, his long black hair in wild disarray. Then straddling
Angel's thighs and with a greedy grin Obi-Wan bent forward and
took Angel in to his mouth and felt Xanatos' partner arch
violently under him which only fed Obi-Wan's hunger and the
Jedi sent one more time to his panting bond mate.
//Claim me, My Angel.// Obi-Wan worked Angel with heated lust,
from taking Angel's stiff organ all the way in to nipping with
teeth the mushroom shaped head. Back to swirling with tongue
the length of Angel's engorged shaft and playing with his
aching testicles.
"Obi-Wan!" Angel hissed through clenched teeth as the younger
man was relentless in his passion causing Angel to grip the bed
with white knuckles and squirm with barely contained passion.
Hearing Angel's desperate plea Obi-Wan moved back to straddle
Angel's thighs once more. Looking at Angel's moist lips as the
healer licked them nervously, Obi-Wan called forth a blue
bottle of oil and spread a generous amount over his hands. Then
with slick hands the younger man firmly took hold of Angel's
throbbing erection again and began to stroke with heated
urgency.
Holding on to Obi-Wan's knees, Angel hungrily watched
Obi-Wan's actions as the Jedi paused to coat his own erect
penis with the oil then reached further down to lubricate his
anus, Obi-Wan breathed "Are you ready to take me?" Then with
out waiting for Angel's answer the eager young man wiggled his
way forward and eased himself up then down and on to Angel,
sheathing the dark student with tightness and heat.
Throwing his head back in pure pleasure, Angel spared a minute
to luxuriate in the feel of Obi-Wan before he began to rock his
hips as the dark apprentice's strong webbed hands closed around
Obi-Wan's genitals to work the younger man and to add more
stimulation.
Radiating with lust and erotic heat, both men worked up to a
wild tempo as through their new bond they gave and took what
was needed to give the other a blinding and soul searing
release as Angel bucked his hips in a final thrust freeing his
seed into Obi-Wan. And Obi-Wan cried out and came in Angel's
stroking hands.
Completely spent, Obi-Wan fell forwards onto Angel's sweat
sheen chest where the Jedi rested. Listening to the dark
apprentice's heart beat and his breathing slow down, Obi-Wan
felt Angel slip out of him and closed his eyes in joy as he
felt Angle move under him.
Wrapping his arms around the Jedi, Angel quietly proclaimed
//Mine!// as he heard Obi-Wan's mental giggle and respond in
kind with an impish smile on his lips.
//Yours.//
Aboard his private ship somewhere out in the cold, quiet
space, and far from the resting bond mates, Tazura Saar-Riju
spared a private smile as the Sith overlord felt the bond
between the Jedi and Sith Apprentices become consummated and
permanent. Tazura thought to himself 'Master Xanatos is not
going to be pleased.' Then with a tight laugh his smile became
a bit deeper as Tazura Saar-Riju thought again 'And the Jedi
have a new problem.'
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