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Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan...wake up, boy. I know you can hear me.
Open those big sleepy starlight eyes of yours.
Good. Over here -- in the corner.
Ah -- ah! No, Obi-Wan. Don't go for your
lightsaber. You can't move. Can't scream, either,
and I know you want to. I know what I look like.
Acid baths tend to do that to one.
Close your mouth, Obi-Wan. You don't have a voice
to scream -- I've taken it away from you. You
can't do more than whimper, and Qui-Gon will never
hear you. You don't recognize me, do you? No, it's
been a while, hasn't it. Four, five years at
least.
Calm down. I'll become as I was.
There.
Recognize me now?
No? I'll come closer.
There we are. You know who I am now, don't you?
You do -- those eyes are round, wide with
recognition. Yes, I'm dead. You don't have to
think the painfully obvious. But when you think of
it, really, dead is such a relative term, isn't
it? There is no death, right? There is the Force.
I am real. Don't try to delude yourself -- you're
not dreaming, Obi-Wan. Mind if I sit down? There's
plenty of room.
Thanks.
Well, you've really become quite the attractive
young man, haven't you? Not nearly as beautiful as
I am, but really, you're not bad -- not bad at
all. I'm just going to pull your sleep tunic
open --
Don't struggle, Obi-Wan. Nothing you can do will
hinder me.
Oh, isn't that lovely. Look at that pale, pale
skin. It glows, really. And so soft...
Of course you can feel me touching you. I'm as
real as you are, sweet boy.
How's Qui-Gon? I haven't really kept up with him.
You're still his padawan, so I assume things are
fine. He hasn't driven you to the Dark Side yet,
has he?
Don't look at me like that. I can press the air
from your lungs...like this. Not a challenge for
you, though -- you can hold your breath for a
while, can't you?
I can wait, Obi-Wan. I can wait forever. You, on
the other hand...
Come on. You keep thrashing like that, you're
going to waste oxygen. Calm down. I'll let you
breathe for a moment. There. There we are.
Breathe, like a good boy.
Better?
You can't cry out for help, Obi-Wan. Give it up.
You're shaking, Obi-Wan! Am I so frightening?
Strength over fear. Look at those eyes. Wide as a
child's, and terrified. I'm disappointed, Obi-Wan.
You have to have seen more frightening things than
a ghost in the past few years. Nothing frightening
about me, Obi-Wan. I'm the same Xanatos.
Or is that what frightens you?
Don't think I didn't have my chance with you. On
Bandomeer, I could have fucked you as you lay
unconscious, but my tastes have never run to
children, even if they do look like you. My
preferences lay elsewhere.
Tall Jedi Masters, for example...now there's
something you can really sink your teeth into.
Did that hurt? I told you I was real -- and it was
just a little nip, Obi-Wan. Nothing to break into
a sweat over.
You taste sweet, by the way. Your nipples are --
well, a man could let himself get distracted by
that luscious taste, that light glaze of
perspiration
on your body. I'm tempted to just roll those
leggings down a bit.
Go ahead and struggle, Obi-Wan. I'll just pull the
covers off, and lift you into the air...like this,
with my hands on you, Obi-Wan. How many hands does
it feel like? Two? Six? A dozen?
Well, maybe later. I'll just pull your leggings
off and admire --
Oh, yes.
Yes indeed.
Look at that cock. Really impressive, Obi-Wan. And
those strong legs. Oh, maybe if I'd seen a glimpse
of your naked body a few years ago, I'd have been
tempted, even if you were only twelve. Just the
thought of those legs clamped around me -- is it
warm in here? No, you're not warm, are you. The
sweat on your body is chill, your nipples hard.
I'll just lick them a little.
And maybe nibble on them a bit.
You're writhing, Obi-Wan. I knew I was good, but
we haven't even -- oh, that look is back. Want me
to stop your air again? I can make you feel like
you're trapped in a tank of bacta with no
breather.
Ever fuck Qui-Gon in a tank of bacta?
Ever fuck Qui-Gon at all?
Oooh, hit a nerve, I see. Relax, Padawan. He'll
get to you eventually. It might take him a
while -- I think he looks at you and thinks of
me -- thinks of me fucking him, being fucked by
him, licking, pulling, thrusting, shoving him
against the wall. So he hasn't fucked you. Well,
all in good time.
I'm just going to turn you over, Obi-Wan. No,
don't fight it. Suspending you in the air makes
things easier for both of us.
Just as I thought. Gods, but you have a delectable
ass, don't you? What is Qui-Gon waiting for? That
sweet backside can't get any more ripe. I'm just
going to have a taste.
You whimper prettily, Obi-Wan. I think I'll kiss
that lovely, quiet mouth of yours.
Very nice.
I'm going to pull your hands behind you, just hold
them in the small of your back. And I'm going to
spread your legs, ever so slightly, so I can cup
your balls and just...nuzzle them a bit.
How many hands does it feel like? I can make it
feel like more. Here's a hand grasping each ankle,
each wrist. Here's one on the inside of each
thigh. Here's a hand on either of your hips,
holding you still. Here's one between your
shoulder blades, one cupping your cock, another
fondling your balls. Here's a hand pulling on your
braid, and one on your tail.
I'll just lie on the bed and watch you floating
over me, every limb straining for freedom, your
body sheened in sweat, your eyes wide and filled
with tears, your mouth silenced.
Your cock is getting hard, Obi-Wan. I knew it.
You're a bigger trollop than I am. I wonder if
Qui-Gon saw that in you when he chose you. It's a
diverting thought, isn't it.
He will fuck you eventually. He fucked me. Oh, did
he ever fuck me.
What? Oh -- sorry. I didn't realize I'd cut off
your air again. I guess he was right -- I always
did have a hard time releasing my anger into the
Force. It's so much easier to unleash it upon the
unsuspecting. I'll lower you to the bed again, and
climb astride you.
It'll be easier if I'm naked, won't it.
There we are.
Oh, you are hard, Obi-Wan. Did you want me, all
those years ago? Did some particle of that
innocent bloom that you call a mind see what
Qui-Gon
and I once had and want a taste for yourself?
Amazing that you haven't made an advance toward
Qui-Gon.
Don't cry, Obi-Wan. If Qui-Gon knew I were here,
he'd stop at nothing to save you, I'm sure. And
I'm sure he'd hear us, but you know what they
say...hard to see the Dark Side is, right? I mean,
Qui-Gon is on the other side of that wall, and if
he knew I were here...but then again, I could take
his breath and stop it as well. And not a damned
thing you or that miserable, wretched, lying fuck
of a bastard could do about it.
Sorry. I keep forgetting about your air. You can
whimper, Obi-Wan, he still won't hear you. Your
whimpers sound like -- well, they sound like sex
noises, don't they? Very erotic, those little
gasps and pantings for breath. May I kiss you
again?
No? Too bad.
I'm going to spread your legs a little more, bite
the inside of your thigh. You won't bruise, even
if it does hurt a little.
Or more than a little.
Oh, a little Force-push! That was brave of you,
but really, Obi-Wan, it's useless. I am the
Force, don't you see? You are Light, and I am
Darkness, a black hole. And not even Light can
escape a black hole. So I'm going to punish you, a
little. I'm going to spread your legs and put my
tongue inside you.
You can't force me out. You're strong -- oh, and
tight, too -- but not strong enough. You fight and
struggle, but you're only exhausting yourself.
You taste divine. Are you a virgin? Untouched?
Saving yourself for your master? That's sweet, if
a trifle stupid, Obi-Wan.
I can hear your mental voice, Obi-Wan, but Qui-Gon
can't. Trust me -- he can't. Because if he could,
he would save you -- I told you that. If he burst
in here, though, I'd kill him. You know that,
don't you? I'd choke the air from his body as you
watched, helpless and sated, immobile and silent.
You're just lucky I'm in a good mood.
Your cock is as hard as it's going to get. I think
it's time.
I'm going to spread you apart, Obi-Wan, and put my
fingers inside you. You can fight, but you haven't
got much fight left in you. You're weakening, and
horny. You are, don't try to shake your head and
tell me no. Slut.
Oh, you liked that, didn't you? I hit that spot.
Oh, yes. Your toes are curling, and your hands are
balled into fists almost as tight as your ass.
Come on, Padawan. Be a good little Jedi and open
up for me. It only hurts the first time.
Unless you're getting fucked by Qui-Gon Jinn. Then
it always hurts.
Oh, so tense, Obi-Wan, so...so tight. I won't
plunge in at first. Bit by bit, slow and steady.
There...there.
You're not struggling now, are you? What if I
pulled out, almost all the way...
...and if I slid back in, bathed in your tight,
fluid heat? It could have hurt more, Obi-Wan, but
I have a few tricks of my own. I don't want to
dry-fuck you -- tonight, that is.
In and out.
Yes. Oh, yes.
And in...slow. Padawan, don't fight it. Don't. It
feels good, you can't lie to me, not with a cock
that hard. I'm just going to take it in my hand
and stroke it a little. And I'm going to fondle
your balls -- you like that, don't you? Thought
so. I'll twist those tight, hard little nipples a
little, too. A little wider, Padawan, go ahead and
sprawl for me. Those whimpers are getting more
frantic, and your body is so tight against me, so
fucking tight, so good, so --
Oh --
There. Gods, you take the strength from a man,
Obi-Wan Kenobi. Qui-Gon is the luckiest fool in
the galaxy. I'll just release your voice for a
moment --
There, he's heard you. He's on his way; his tread
is still so familiar. I've locked your door,
though. He'll call to you --
So predictable. Now, don't answer him, Obi-Wan,
and don't tell him I'm here, or I'll kill him.
Cover yourself, you've got sperm on your stomach.
He's unlocked it. Remember what I said.
A nightmare. Very clever, Obi-Wan. And how you
clung to him when he embraced you! I swear he
almost lost his control for a moment. It won't be
long now, I think. I may have just done you a
favor.
I'm going to leave now, Obi-Wan. I'll be back,
though. Not every night -- can't lose the novelty.
I am going to have fun with you, though -- count
on it.
Nice to see you again, Padawan. Thanks a lot.
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Qui-Gon.
Wake up, Master.
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