Scions of the Dark Side

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A/N: Part two of Scions of the Dark Side. I hope you enjoy.


With a shudder of revulsion Xanatos stepped off his ship, icy eyes sweeping around the landing pad. He knew he would have a better chance of finding someone to give up their body in the slums.

He drew his cloak closer, wishing he’d remembered to grab his black cloak instead of the red robe he was still wearing. However, he’d been so focused on returning Obi-Wan to life that he’d forgotten about the rich robe he was wearing and now he stuck out like a sore thumb among all the workers in their drab grey clothing.

Sighing softly he opened himself more fully to the Force, seeking out any signs of great depression or suicidal thoughts. After several minutes of careful searching he found one a likely candidate. Keeping his lightsaber hidden he wrapped the Force around him, creating a blanket of aversion that protruded all around him about a meter. If the Jedi Council had a bounty on his head it wouldn’t do to let all these people know he was among them.

He followed the thin tendril of Force he had attached to the feeling of depression as it wended through the slums. The alley he ended up in was filled with corroded durasteel containers and trash. With a grimace of distaste he stopped in front of a durasteel door, the bright green paint falling off in long strips. He touched the com pad next to the door, frowning at the cheesy ring that echoed through the small compound.

The door slid open slightly to reveal a young man who was slightly shorter then Obi-Wan’s previous body. He was thin with grey eyes that were dull with depression. “Can I help you?”

Xanatos stepped forward slightly, projecting Force enhanced charisma as he smiled brightly. “Actually yes. I have a rather interesting proposition for you. Can I come in?” When it didn’t look like the young man was going to move Xanatos prepared to influence the man but after another several seconds the door opened the rest of the way and Xanatos moved in, hand going to his lightsaber under his robe.

Several holopictures of the man and what looked like his parents and sibling were sitting on one shelf and the rest of the small apartment was scattered with bits of flimsiplast and pieces of speeders and other mechanical parts. It was painfully obvious the man lived in almost complete poverty.

“What happened to your family?” Xanatos leaned back against the wall, icy eyes focused on the smaller man, who was fidgeting with a power coupler from an old speeder.

“They died when the Stran Virus swept through here five years ago. I’ve been alone ever since.” He was silent for a moment before he seemed to gather up his courage. “Now, what was this about a proposition? I don’t have all day to stand here while you ask me about things that really aren’t any of your business.”

“I want your body.” Xanatos fought down the slight twitch he could feel tugging the corner of his mouth at the look on the other man’s face. “Not like that. My partner was killed in a freak accident and I managed to trap his essence in a crystal because of my ability to use the Force. I need a new body to place his essence in, and I chose you because of your depression and thoughts.”

The man stared at him, mouth agape. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Xanatos sighed in frustration and straightened up to his full height, towering above the worker. “It’s simple. If you agree, I will remove your essence from your body so you can rejoin your family in the Force, and I will place my mate in your body where he will take your place. Of course, this is entirely of your own free will. I will not force you, but remember, I can end your loneliness, send you off to your family without any pain.”

The worker stared at the fallen Jedi, wheels working behind grey eyes as he contemplated the offer he had been given. “I’ll do it. You’re right. I have nothing else to live for.”

The black haired man smiled. “Good. However, you’ll have to come with me. I can’t perform the ritual here. I need to be in a place where I can harness the Force without any outside influences. Come.”

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Xanatos stared down at Waden, the worker who was lying on the floor of his meditation chamber, watching him with nervous eyes. “Relax. I promise you aren’t going to feel a thing.” He knelt next to the man and set the crystal on his chest. It flared blue briefly before settling back to its normal silver glow. “Soon Kobi.” With a soft sigh he pulled the basket next to him close and lifted to the lid, barely catching the young mynock as it tried to escape.

Gathering the Force around him he drew a small vibroblade from the basket and quickly slit the throat of the mynock, its black blood splashing the floor. He drew the released Force energy into his own and dropped the body as he threw his power into Waden, driving the man’s essence out of his body.

With a quick thought he pulled his power out of the now empty body and thrust it into the crystal, wrapping his power around Obi-Wan, smiling when he felt a light caress of power from his mate wrapping around him. Pushing a little more power down their connection he thrust Obi-Wan’s flame into Waden’s body.

Feeling unbelievable tired he drew back into his own body, icy eyes going to look at the man’s chest. For a moment he thought the whole process had failed but moments later the chest slowly rose, drawing its first breath of a new life. He leaned forward, arms on either side of the other man’s torso, hovering over the body. “Obi-Wan?”

Slowly the eyes slid open to reveal grey eyes flecked with blue. “Xan? I feel like I got run over by a herd of Bantha. That is an experience I’d rather not repeat.”

The fallen Jedi laughed softly as he leaned down to press a kiss to Obi-Wan’s slightly parted lips. While the body his mate now occupied didn’t look like his former body, Xanatos knew it was his partner. “And if I have my way, you won’t have to. Now let’s get up and get to my bed. I’ve had maybe three hours of sleep since you and Jinn tripped over me and I’ve been a little more focused on trying to revive you then my own needs.”

He slowly got up, feeling completely drained. When Obi-Wan tried to get up his knees collapsed and Xanatos barely managed to catch his mate before he hit his head on the stone floor. “I realize you’ve been without a body for nearly three days, but really, getting up shouldn’t be such a problem.”

Despite the fact the face looking up at him wasn’t Obi-Wan’s the smile was. “Well, since it’s been so long since we were last together I figured I’d make you carry me.” His smile took on a slightly teasing quality as he gazed at the older man from beneath lowered lashes. “Or I could just be using this all as a ploy to get closer to you.”

Xanatos smiled at his mate as he bent down and gathered Obi-Wan into his arms, staggering slightly when a wave of tiredness swept over him. “Any other time I would take you up on your offer, but right now the only thing I think I can manage is to sleep for the next couple of days. And somehow I doubt you’re up for much more.”

Obi-Wan buried his face against Xanatos neck as the older man carefully climbed the stairs that led back to his room. He pressed a light kiss to the pale skin, smiling when he felt the shudder that ran through his partner. Xanatos neck was extremely sensitive and Obi-Wan loved using it against him. “You’re probably right.”

The fallen Jedi gently settled his partner on the bed, smile widening when he saw him trying to fight off sleep. “Don’t try. You need the sleep. We can talk more in the morning.” Slowly Obi-Wan’s breathing evened out and even without the Force Xanatos could tell he was asleep.

He carefully stripped Obi-Wan out of the worker’s clothing, making a mental note to have the tailor come in and make some new clothing for the younger man. Sighing softly he ran light fingers up the Jedi’s leg. Obi-Wan’s new body was much smaller and slimmer then he had been. That wouldn’t last long however. Once he got his mate some real food and the younger man was strong enough to go back to training with his lightsaber, he knew Obi-Wan would quickly reach his peak physical form.

With a soft sigh he stripped his own clothing off and headed to the fresher, feeling the need to clean off. After several minutes of standing under the hot water he stepped out and dried off with a fluffy towel before climbing into the bed and pulling Obi-Wan close to his body. The younger man rolled over in his sleep and settled against his lover, head resting on his shoulder. Xanatos drifted to sleep, fingers softly stroking the smaller man’s hair.

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Xanatos pressed a kiss to the shoulder in front of him before slipping out of the bed. As much as he wanted to stay in bed with his mate, he had far too many things to deal with. First and foremost, he had to make an example of Shimsa before any of his other servants got any ideas about turning him in for the bounty.

He was about to leave the room when Obi-Wan rolled over, reaching one hand out to where Xanatos had been lying just minutes before. The fallen Jedi smiled slightly and brushed gentle fingers along Obi-Wan’s arm before pulling his robe off the foot of the bed and putting it on.

He dropped into a chair by the large window that looked over the plains, but his gaze was drawn back to the bed, where his mate was shifting slightly in his sleep, a soft smile curling his lips. Watching his mate he remembered the first time he had actually touched the smaller man seven years ago, right after he had tried to kill both Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan in a mine on Bandomeer.

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The first time Xanatos had seen Obi-Wan, he hadn’t been all that impressed. In his mind the young Apprentice was nothing more than someone who happened to be in his way of finally getting his revenge on Qui-Gon. However, by the time he’d escaped from the mine on Bandomeer, he’d come to have some respect for the boy. It was hard not to after the way Obi-Wan had challenged him without flinching.

Later that night he had slipped into the Governor’s Palace, following the thin tendril of the Force he had wrapped into Obi-Wan’s mind when the teen had been busy trying to kill him. Thankfully, when he finally found the boy Obi-Wan wasn’t in the same room as Qui-Gon. He wouldn’t have been able to make it in if his former Master had been in the room.

He settled on the edge of the boy’s sleep couch, fingers ghosting across his cheekbone, the final shape of his face still hidden behind the layer of baby fat he was just now starting to lose. With barely a thought he cupped the boy’s face, thumb brushing over his lower lip. The fallen Jedi’s heart nearly stopped when Obi-Wan unconsciously nuzzled into his touch, a content murmur falling from his lips.

Xanatos smiled slightly, blue eyes bright. It would be so easy to slip into the boy’s mind, make him his servant and use him to hurt Qui-Gon. But for some odd reason, he couldn’t find it in himself to twist the boy. There was something oddly innocent and perfect about Obi-Wan that stopped Xanatos from using the boy as a pawn in his grand scheme.

With exaggerated care he reached out a thin Force probe and gently slipped it into Obi-Wan’s mind in an attempt to see how receptive the younger Force user was. Obi-Wan’s power curled around the probe, pulling him in further, spreading a feeling of warm contentment through Xanatos’ body.

He continued to stroke his thumb over Obi-Wan’s lower lip, eyes never leaving his face. Staying this long hadn’t really been part of his plans. He had just come to make sure the boy was all right, but like usual, nothing ever went like he planned. Warm pleasure trickled down his probe and the dark Jedi quickly cut off the link, not needing to feel such emotion from the teen.

Obi-Wan whimpered at the loss of the light touch and instinctively reached out with a Force tendril himself, searching for the missing touch. As much as Xanatos wanted to take the boy’s touch back he knew it was too dangerous. He was about to get up when Obi-Wan’s eyes slid open to reveal sleep hazed orbs.

They stared at each other for several minutes before Obi-Wan woke up enough to realize who was sitting next to him. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Xanatos moved like lightning, straddling the boy as he covered his mouth with one hand and pinned his hands over his head with the Force. He leaned forward until he and the younger Force user were eye to eye. “Really, I thought Master Jinn would have taught you better language. And as to what I’m doing here, I thought I’d come and see if you’d made it out of the mine alive. I would hate to think of such a promising young Jedi crushed to death before he had a chance to save the galaxy.”

Obi-Wan stared up at the fallen Jedi, eyes dark with anger. He reached out with the Force, probing the older man’s shield, trying to find a weakness.

“You aren’t going to find a gap little one. I’ve spent years perfecting my shields. I would not have escaped the Council’s notice without having done so.” Feeling the lithe body under him tense at the name Xanatos smiled, stroking the fingers of his free hand along Obi-Wan’s neck. It was that moment he realized the teen was wearing nothing more then a pair of worn sleep pants.

His smile morphed into a leer and he leaned down, lips brushing against the shell of Obi-Wan’s ear. He nipped lightly at the lobe of the boy’s ear, smiling at the shudder that ran through the boy. “You’re going to break so many hearts when you’re older. All the females in the Order are going to want to take you to bed, their vows be damned. And you’re going to have to beat women off with a stick when you land on a new planet.”

“And of course, there are always the men. I’m sure you’ve never thought of having a male lover. The feel of a hard body against your own, their cock against you, the way it feels when they take you, make you submit to their every whim.” He slid his free hand down Obi-Wan’s body and between his legs to put slight pressure against the hard mound there. “I can see that you like that thought.”

Raising his head he noticed the blush that was spread across the Padawan’s cheeks, making him look even younger. He removed his hand from Obi-Wan’s mouth before claiming the teen’s mouth in a hard kiss. With a grin he pulled back, taking immense pleasure from the breathless, confused look on Obi-Wan’s face. “You’re mine, whether or not you realize it yet little one. You’ll be seeing me again, and I’ll treat you to the pleasures of a male lover.”

Xanatos slipped out of the room, half expecting to hear Obi-Wan call for Qui-Gon, but the Palace stayed silent. He tucked himself into a dark corner and reached down the bond he had formed with Obi-Wan, sensing the boy’s shock, hovering over a thin veneer of pleasure. At this point in time the bond was one sided and Xanatos could only hear Obi-Wan’s thoughts. However, once the younger man became aware of the bond, it would strengthen and they would be able to communicate without anyone knowing. For now though, he would simply have to put up with just sensing Obi-Wan’s thoughts and feelings.

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Over the next three years Xanatos followed his former master and Obi-Wan across the galaxy as they performed missions. Late at night he would slip into the younger Force user’s room and tease him, slowly and carefully strengthening their bond. It wasn’t until Obi-Wan’s eighteenth birthday that he finally noticed the bond, and realized exactly what he had gotten himself into.

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The day before Obi-Wan’s eighteenth birthday he and Qui-Gon had been sent to a mission to Osarian. The officials had found several bodies that had showed signs of huge drug overdoses. They had called the Jedi in when the daughter of the planet’s governor had been found dead in an alley.

Xanatos leaned forward further, opening his bond wide so he could hear exactly what the two Jedi were talking about as they walked around the snow covered garden just inside the walls of the Governor’s palace.

“Really Padawan, I don’t like the thought of going undercover in that gang. There are simply too many things that could go wrong. What happens if they find out you are a Jedi and attack? I won’t be able to get to you.”

The fallen Jedi could feel Obi-Wan’s frustration through their bond and smiled slightly at the put out tone of his voice. “Master, you’re being unreasonable. I’ll have my lightsaber with me, and they won’t have any reason to suspect me.” His tone lightened slightly as he smiled up at the older man. “And having you infiltrate them is quite out of the question. You’ll stick out like a rancor among bantha.”

Qui-Gon smiled at his apprentice, blue eyes bright. “Very true. Just promise me if you think anyone is getting suspicious you’ll leave at the first opportunity. I don’t want to have to rescue you from a mob of drug addicts.”

“I’ll do my best. I should probably get going. I need to find some different clothing before tonight.” Obi-Wan bowed to his master before spinning on heel and leaving the garden, heading for the market not far from the Governor’s Palace.

Xanatos slipped after the younger Force user, carefully concealing his presence. When Obi-Wan stopped at the mouth of an alley the fallen Jedi made his move. He used the Force to shove the teen back into the shadows. The moment Obi-Wan’s back touched the wall Xanatos pinned him there with his body, a slow smile twisting his lips.

“I must say that infiltrating a gang of people with access to such a powerful drug is something I would expect from you little one. So eager to get into trouble before you turn eighteen?” He leaned down and nipped lightly at the lobe of Obi-Wan’s ear, feeling anger and muted passion burn through their bond.

Obi-Wan shifted against Xanatos, multi-hued eyes burning . “Don’t call me Little One. And what the hell are you doing here? Why aren’t you running Offworld like you should be? I’m sure they need all the help they can get from you.” Obi-Wan was doing his best to ignore the way Xanatos was pressed against him, but he wasn’t having much luck. Ever since that night three years ago the fallen Jedi was never far from his mind and he’d had a hard time keeping his thoughts from Qui-Gon.

Xanatos pressed feather light kisses along the teen’s jaw line, one hand sliding down the lithe body to rest just above the top of Obi-Wan’s pants. He nipped softly at the corner of the Jedi’s mouth before drawing back so he could watch Obi-Wan’s reaction. “Did you forget the promise I made to you the night I tried to kill you?”

When Obi-Wan nodded his head Xanatos laughed a deep, velvety sound. He caught the teen’s Padawan braid between his fingers, thumb smoothing over the small plait. “I know you’re lying. You’ve been dreaming about it for three years, coming with my name on your lips.”

The fallen Jedi pressed a soft kiss to Obi-Wan’s slightly parted lips, tongue darting out to brush over his lower lip. He smiled mentally when he felt the younger Force user sigh and relax against him, pressing their bodies together. “I promised that night I would make you mine when you were eighteen. And the time has come. I’m going take your body, since your heart and soul have been mine for three long years. You willingly gave them to me that night, whether you knew it or not.”

“I’ll be coming along with you tonight, no matter what you say. I can’t very well take your virginity with Qui-Gon hovering around. Not to mention the fact I’m not letting you go against a bunch of drug addicts without some kind of help. I’ll see you again tonight little one.” With a last parting kiss Xanatos melted into the shadows, leaving Obi-wan extremely confused and aroused.

Groaning in frustration Obi-Wan adjusted his pants and wrapped his cloak around his body to hide his arousal before continuing down the street to the market, trying to ignore the way Xanatos had been pressed against him.

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Obi-Wan wasn’t completely sure his plan was such a good idea all of a sudden. The moment he’d entered the gang’s den things had gotten a little strange. In one corner of the room an orgy was in process, consisting of several different species. In another corner several people were talking as they injected drugs into their arm. However, the weirdest thing was that the gang’s leader, a vivid blue Twil’ek was staring at him like he was going to be served for dinner, head tails twitching in excitement.

The Twil’ek noticed his gaze and smiled baring his pointy teeth, yellow eyes bright. He stood and started winding his way over to the Jedi, stroking one of his head tails, eyes never leaving Obi-Wan. He was nearly to the Force user when he stopped, yellow orbs dimming slightly.

The Jedi was about to ask what was wrong when a warm arm slid around his waist and he found himself pulled back against a warm, strong and aroused body. Fingers slid under his shirt and caressed his stomach, sending a shiver of anticipation through his body. A familiar Force signature brushed over his shield and he bit back a groan of frustration. “Xanatos.”

The fallen Jedi laughed as he slid his hand further up Obi-Wan’s shirt to gently pinch a nipple. “I don’t know why you’re acting so surprised. You knew I was going to come.” He pressed a kiss to the teen’s pulse point, smiling when he felt the soft fluttering increase at his touch. “I have to claim what is mine. And I’m certainly not going to let some Twil’ek lay his hands on you.”

He sent a mental image into the Twil’ek’s mind of what he would do to the blue alien if he so much as even thought about touching Obi-Wan. The Twil’ek bowed low and muttered something in his own language before wandering off to check out the orgy.

Obi-Wan didn’t even fight when Xanatos pulled him out of the main room and down a hallway. The moment the sound from the main room faded out Xanatos trapped Obi-Wan against the wall, which was quickly becoming his favorite way to get his hands on the younger Force user. He ran a hand through the teen’s hair; a slight smile twisting his lips. “I must say I like the new color. Makes you more believable as a normal teenager.”

“Qui-Gon wanted me to do it. Make it harder for any of these people to recognize me if I ever see them again.” Obi-Wan flinched slightly when the lie filled the space between him and Xanatos. Dyeing his hair the deep red, almost black color it was now had been his idea. He had wanted to feel what it was like to be a normal teenager, even if it was just for a few hours. There had been more then one time he had questioned what his life would have been like had he not been able to touch the Force.

Xanatos laughed softly as he kissed the teen on the cheek. “Don’t lie to me little one. I know it was your idea. You wanted to think you were normal. I did the same thing, except my hair was a god awful Gamorrean green. It wasn’t very pretty.”

The teen smiled slightly at the thought of the fallen Jedi with green hair. “So you decided gold and silver was better?” Swallowing hard he carefully raised his hand and ran his fingers through Xanatos’ gold and silver striped hair. “I like it.”

The dark Jedi rested one hand on the Obi-Wan’s back, fingers tracing the edge of the teen’s lightsaber where it was hidden in a pouch. He slipped the weapon out and hung it next to his own on his belt. “That’s the first time you’ve touched me without my persuasion. Are you starting to feel something for me besides the burning hate from the rest of the Order?”

Obi-Wan stared at the man, fingers still tangled in the long ebony hair. He honestly wasn’t sure why he was touching Xanatos. Combing his fingers through the man’s hair he softly smiled at him. “Because I know you aren’t going to try to kill me anymore.”

Xanatos stared down at Obi-Wan, trying to wrap his mind around what the teen had said. Evidently the bond wasn’t as one sided as he thought, or it was strengthening faster then he had anticipated. He carefully slipped down their bond, and was surprised when he felt Obi-Wan hesitantly brush against him through the bond. “What gave you that idea?”

The teen’s smile turned shy and he looked down, hand falling to rest on Xanatos’ shoulder. “Because I can sense it.” He could sense the older man’s confusion and continued his tale. “I’ve known about the bond for nearly four months. Qui-Gon and I were on a mission to Ziost, helping the government deal with an insurrection. I was having problems sleeping because I was worried the guerrilla forces in the city were going to bomb the Capital Building. I was meditating when I felt someone slip inside my shields, trying to soothe me. I knew it wasn’t Master Jinn.”

“And while I wasn’t entirely certain it was you at the beginning, you were the only other Force user that I’d been around in several months, because we’ve been off Coruscant for so long. I had just started drifting off when I realized it was you. Your Force signature is hard to miss, so much darkness with just the faintest glimmer of light.” He leaned against Xanatos, his free arm wrapping around the man’s waist.

The fallen Jedi wrapped his arms around the teen, not sure what to make of Obi-Wan’s sudden trust. Having the teen practically fall into his arms without a fight had never crossed his mind. He pressed a kiss to the top of the younger Force user’s head. “I should have known you’d figure it out. After all, you remembered Ionite stops timers dead. Most teenagers wouldn’t have remembered.”

Obi-Wan laughed. “Most teenagers didn’t have Master Yoda breathing down their neck to notice the smallest details and remember everything that is said, because you never know when it will come in handy.” He leaned more of his weight against Xanatos resting comfortably against the older man. “So sleepy.”

Xanatos smiled as he pressed a kiss to the top of the younger Force user’s head and slid down their bond, placing a sleep compulsion on the teen. Obi-Wan slumped against Xanatos, his weight causing the older man to take a half step back. The moment the teen’s breathing evened out Xanatos pulled him into his arms and carried him to a small bedroom at the end of the hallway.