Requiem of Desire

Title: Requiem of Desire



Author: Kat Andre



Rating: NC-17 Warning on the summary apply.



Description: Set after TPM in Obi's POV. Obi-wan turns to the Dark side when



his love for Qui-gon is not returned and Anakin seems more important to the



Order. This is a Dark!Obi fic. Some language.



Disclaimer: I own nothing. Characters aren’t mine. They belong to Lucas. I just play. YAOI. No suing please. All you’ll get is my bills and debt.



I am a review whore. I can't get better if I dunno what's wrong. Also happy with knowing if I did well:} Betas welcome.



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It's been ten years since I saw my old master. I've been waiting so



long to do this that I wonder if he'll even recognize me. Probably not. I stare at my reflection in the window. My hair has grown to mid back, eyes hardened to ice, all that is left is my youthful appearance. Twenty-eight and I still look like I'm sixteen and wet behind the ears. Even the scar running from the left of my forehead down in a jagged diagonal pattern didn't deter the lack of age my features show. That scar is a simple reminder never to underestimate my opponent, even if they look like a child. I was damned lucky it missed my eyes and just got the space above, below and between them. I looked down at my "uniform" and smirk. I t id the perfect parody of my old robes. Skin tight, all silk/spandex like material that mirrors it. I ready myself when the hiss of the door interrupts my musings with the presence I hadn't felt in years.



"Are you the mercenary hired to protect Senator Amidala?"



"Aye, that I am. You must be the infamous Jedi Qui-Gon Jin," I state matter-of-factly. I watch his reflection in the window. He just grows more handsome with age. I ache all over again at seeing him.



He smirks humorlessly, "My reputation proceeds me. What is your name?"



I turn to him to see if he recognizes me. Obviously he likes what he sees since his pants seem a bit tight. I smirk devilishly. I love making people squirm. I saunter over, standing within his personal space. I could see him trying to control his reaction.



"Kenobi."



He starts at the name, name the gentle reminder. Actually it's a /not/ so gentle reminder. I haven't been gentle in years.



"Are you here to discuss my payment? After all, I'm no longer a Jedi and need

something to help support me. I usually run a high price, but I'm willing to be generous. The price is 2,100 republic credits /if/ I get a lover. I think you know my choice."



"What if the Council doesn't agree?" he asks in a hoarse whisper. I do believe his mouth went dry at the concept.



"Then it will be 2,700 republic credits. Don't decide yet. I want you to now the terms. If you chose the latter you get my services and I get you for however long I'm hired. All you have to do is be willing to my demands in bed. I'm not a harsh lover. I could give you a few names to ask if you are worried. If you choose the latter you get just my services and nothing more. I suggest the former. You'll get much more and if this takes as long as I think it will this.....arrangement won't last just one night. I already spoke to Yoda and Anakin. They said it was your choice. I don't expect you to answer immediately. I'll give you until tomorrow night. They have already given me the 2100 it's up to you if I get 600 more." I caress his cheek, he doesn't respond. He just stares at me. Even now I'm unable to read his expression.



"Why don't you go to your quarters and think about it?" He seems to snap out of his trance and lean into my touch. He's already decided.



"Shall I tell Yoda or will you?" He lowers his head. I guess it's my department. I go to the telecom and speak to Yoda. He seems pleased. Odd. Yoda has /never/ seems pleased with /anything/ I've done. I turn to see Qui-Gon shrugging his cloak off after I had finished talking. He flinches when I touch him. "You don't have to do this," I sigh. Compassion? I still have that? I guess when it comes to him I do. He looks at me, 'Is it what you want?"



I step back in anger and disgust,"Does it matter? Has it ever? You didn't care the first time! I want my lovers willing so they'll have a good time not the other way around! I hardly take pleasure! I give it, but you wouldn't know that!"



He looks at me in shock. I turn away, sick, and go to tell the Council the deal's off. As I reach for the telecom I feel arms wrap around me, caressing my silk clad chest. Turning my head to look at him I find my mouth captured by his. This is better than any fantasy I could ever come up with. My the sick feeling evaporates as he takes me into the kiss deeper, more heated than I thought possible. I turn my body around to crush his hips to mine, savagely attacking his lips like a dying man. He breaks the kiss to nibble his way down my neck.



I can't help but ask pathetically as if I am still that young naive boy. "Do you truly want this, Master?" with a slip of my tongue I call him by his old title. He tightens his grip as he starts to undress me His only answer is a guttural growl of "Yes!"



The room is cool compared to my heated sin. It's a delicious combination. With my master's hands warming my bare skin I can only shiver. Yes, my master. You have always been that. Now you have the chance to be more. One of his hands travels down my chest to my navel. I could have decked him for what he did next. He wiggles his fingers in such a way that I jerk back with a giggle.



I hear him chuckle, "Still ticklish there, huh?" I glare at him. He laughs as his mouth captures mine.



I nearly faint when his hand descends below my waistband. He teases my hardened member over the tight material. Groaning, my legs automatically widen to give him better access. He slowly, ever so slowly, inches my tight black pants off. He releases me long enough to push me onto the bed. I open my hazy, passion filled eyes to see him divest himself of all but his pants. He looks good. Not an ounce of fat on his muscular chest and stomach. He still has the body to rival many men younger than he. He bends over me to take me into his mouth. Waves of ecstasy crash over me as I arch into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. I nearly explode as his fingers work inside me to prepare. I don't even remember where he got the lube from. I have never been taken before, always the aggressor. He takes his time working me until he's satisfied. It's as if he senses that I am untried. I struggle to open my heavily lidded eyes to watch him finish undressing. My body lies stiff and trembling, brought so close to completion yet miles off. He lifts my legs to my chest and kisses me slowly as he enters me an inch at a time. It hurts at first, like I expected, but the pleasure....I scream as he rubs the spot inside, his large member filling me as well as his presence does. He holds the position until I nearly scream for him to continue, begging and babbling. The rhythm he sets starts slowly then builds to a fierce animalistic tempo. I explode the second he wraps his hand around me. Arching up, a primal cry echoes against the walls as I shoot my release onto my chest. He follows soon after with a cry of his own. It seems like ages before he stops. I nearly pass out from the experience. He moves out of me and licks the cum off my chest. I lie wide eyed and trembling as he settles next to

me.



"Are you alright, Obi-Wan?" He asks as he gathers me into his arms.



"Yeah," is my breathless reply as I turn to snuggle into his chest. He rolls onto his back so I'm pillows against him.



"I have wanted to do this since I first met you," he whispers to me as we drift off to sleep.





I wake up an hour earlier than the Temple alarm. He's still sleeping next to me. I can feel his breath against my face as I turn in his arms. I absently caress his chest as I look back on what we did. He hadn't changed much. His hair is a bit longer and grayer, but not much different. I watch him sleep. He looks like he's about twenty instead of closer to sixty. I get up to go shower for the day. Turning the water up as hot as I can stand it I leisurely wash myself. As the almost scalding water cascades down me I still can't believe he was willing. My knees nearly buckle as remembered passion fills me. I feel arms go around my waist and

caress me. I arch into his hand and pray we can do this more often. I moan and turn my face to my lover. Opening my eyes to see the face of my nightmares.



Darth Maul grins as he roughly pins me against the wall of the shower. I scream and find myself bolt upright in bed. Sweat pours down my face and back, then I remember where I am. I'm in Darth Sidious' home. He had taken me as his apprentice when I had left the Jedi. I turn to see him lying in bed next to me. He had tricked me into bed by making me thin I was with Qui-Gon! Damn him!



"You still have feelings for that Jedi, my young apprentice. Learn to control it, you must," he replies in a mockery of Yoda. His hand slips onto my flaccid member, "This cannot control you, Kenobi. It is vital. I don't want you dying because you want him."



"A Jedi or Sith must not know love," is my wooden reply, laying back down. Anger seethes under the surface waiting to burst.



"Ahh, but you are wrong, child. The Sith use their emotions to their advantage. We /love/ what we are and who we help. We Sith are not as evil as the Jedi make us out to be. We use this feeling to invoke empathy in others. We help by taking action when it is needed. Do the Jedi?"



"No," I reply, quite surprised at the logic.



"I will begin that portion of your training this afternoon," he sighs and settles the blanket back over me.



"When will I be ready, Master?"



"Soon," he replies as he rolls onto me to take me again. He never was a gentle lover, but I didn't care. Even though I only let him use his hands or mouth, he never was gentle. I lay back and zone out to the rough treatment and the reaction it invokes.

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*Note* The title is Latin for Rest in Peace. (I know irony at it's best. or not you choose)