Scions of the Dark Side

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That morning when Obi-Wan woke he was warm and on a bed far more comfortable then he’d ever slept on before. He burrowed further into his pillow and was planning on going back to sleep when fingers trailed down his back and a long, lean body settled next to him, pleasure flaring across his nerves.

“Good morning little one.” Xanatos pressed a kiss to the back of Obi-Wan’s neck as his hand skimmed over the teen’s ribs and down his stomach, fingers brushing along the edge of his pants before dipping under the fabric. “How did you sleep?”

“Good.” He moved to stretch and paused when he felt Xanatos move slightly, pressing them closer together. “Did you have to use a sleep compulsion?”

The older Force user nodded before remembering that Obi-Wan couldn’t see him. “Yes. I could tell how tired you were. The Temple has been running you ragged haven’t they?”

Obi-Wan’s eyes drifted shut as Xanatos continued to stroke his stomach, waves of happiness flowing along the bond, causing Xanatos to smile as he pressed another kiss to the teen’s neck. “They have been. Our numbers have been dwindling and they’re running us from planet to planet. We haven’t been back for nearly a year.”

“Then the rumors that the Order is slowly shrinking must be true. It’s the only explanation as to why they have kept you away from the Temple for so long.” Xanatos continued to stroke Obi-Wan’s stomach as he talked, hoping the teen wouldn’t notice his gentle prodding.

For a split second Obi-Wan tensed before he relaxed against Xanatos again. He knew the older Force user wanted information, but for some reason he didn’t feel any qualms about telling the man about the problems the Temple was having. “They aren’t rumors. We’ve lost more Knights and Master-Padawan teams in the past year then in the past five combined. And there aren’t as many Force sensitive people coming to the Temple. The Council believes that the entire Order may collapse in the next couple of years.”

Xanatos slowly pulled back from Obi-Wan, smiling when he felt a wave of loss flow through their bond. “I know little one. However, if you don’t go check in with Jinn, I’m sure he’ll come down here and scare the drug dealers away.” He rolled Obi-Wan onto his back and moved to cover him, thumb stroking along his cheek. “Come back tonight and I’ll help you pin these guys down.”

Without waiting for the younger male to answer Xanatos climbed out of the bed and slipped on a shirt before padding out of the room.

Obi-Wan stared at the closed door for several minutes before getting up. He found his shirt neatly folded on a chair with his lightsaber sitting on the top. His boots were on the floor along with a jacket he hadn’t come with. Sighing softly he dressed and slid his lightsaber into the pocket before putting it on and leaving the room.

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Qui-Gon looked up from his tea, a slight smile curling his lips. Obi-Wan was eating breakfast, having come back to their rooms not too long ago. He seemed more relaxed then he had ever been, and his eyes were bright with happiness. “You seem to be in an exceptionally good mood Padawan. I take it you slept well last night.”

Obi-Wan set his fork down and took a drink of juice before answering his master. “Yes. All this travel is catching up with me.” He smiled at his master. “That and the beds they have are surprisingly comfortable.” The teen was proud of himself for managing to keep the blush he felt from creeping up on his cheeks when he thought of why he had slept so well last night. It wouldn’t do to have his Master questioning him.

“That’s good. I don’t suppose you managed to find any thinking linking these people with the death of the Governor’s daughter?” Qui-Gon set his tea cup down and folded his hands on the table, blue eyes sharp.

His Padawan shook his head. “No. I didn’t get a chance to get a sample of any of the drugs they were using. I managed to befriend several of them, so it may be easier for me to get the drug. I was planning on going back tonight to see if I could get my hands on it.”

Obi-Wan leaned back in his chair slightly, feeling nervous. For some reason all he could think about was the feel of Xanatos against his back. He really didn’t want to think what would happen if his Master found out Xanatos had been following them for three years. On one level he knew it was wrong to keep the knowledge from Qui-Gon, the man who was his Master, who had taught him so much and trusted him to tell him the truth. And he was violating Qui-Gon’s trust, hiding that the fallen Jedi had been stalking them.

A wave of support flowed through his bond with Xanatos and he found himself relaxing under the soft touch. Instinctively he knew Xanatos would help him shield the bond; to keep Qui-Gon from discovering. He sent back a feeling of thanks, tinged with a thin thread of affection. Smiling slightly he probed along the bond wanting to test its limits. Even his bond with Qui-Gon wasn’t this strong, and their bond was much older than the one he shared with Xanatos. With the training bond he was limited to impressions from his Master and only received emotions if they were directly aimed at him or intense.

He was yanked from his explorations when he realized his Master was staring at him, eyes sharp with worry. “I’m sorry Master, I was thinking about something.”

Qui-Gon leaned back, eyes never leaving the teen. “I asked if some thing was wrong Padawan. You seem rather preoccupied. You’d tell me if something was wrong would you not?”

“Of course Master.”

The simple answer, combined with a wave of sincerity flowed through the training bond was enough to convince Qui-Gon his Padawan would tell him what was wrong, but even then he knew he’d have to pry it out of the teen. It seemed at times Obi-Wan wasn’t quite as open with him as most Padawans were with their Masters. “Come then. Let us spar and meditate and perhaps come with a way to find the smugglers who are transporting the drugs.”

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The moment Obi-Wan reentered the tunnels that night he found himself pinned to the wall as Xanatos claimed his mouth in a brutal, breath stealing kiss. The bond between them was wide open and the younger man could feel Xanatos’ need.

Without thinking he pressed against the older man, arms slipping around his neck, pushing up to deepen the kiss. He could feel Xanatos’ erection, hot and hard through their clothing and he pressed closer, needing to feel more of the man.

Xanatos pressed Obi-Wan against the wall, one hand curling around the Padawan braid. He broke the kiss only long enough to catch his breath before he claimed the teen’s mouth again. Deep in his mind he knew Obi-Wan deserved a bed, a slow seduction and something to ease the way other than the small tube of lubrication he had in his belt. However, his want for the teen was too great so he’d have to pamper Obi-Wan at a later date.

The dark haired man slid his hands up Obi-Wan’s chest, palm skimming over his nipples before he striped the shirt off and tossed it over his shoulder. He caught Obi-Wan’s chin with one hand and savaged his mouth again as he used his other hand and the Force to undo the belt keeping him from what he wanted. Once the belt was gone he dropped to his knees, dragging the teen’s pants and undershorts down. He was glad that Obi-Wan was wearing the shoes everyone else on the planet was wearing because they were so much easier to remove than the boots, though he loved how the teen looked in boots.

Obi-Wan stepped out of his clothes, a sharp gasp slipping from his lips when Xanatos’ hand curled around his cock, thumb tracing the vein. Without thinking his hands laced in the man’s hair, the long strands almost unbearably silky against his hands. He felt Xanatos through their bond and he spread his legs, jumping when a finger brushed against his entrance.

“This is going to hurt little one. I don’t have much in the way of lubrication.” Xanatos slid his finger in without waiting for an answer. The muscles around his finger clenched for a moment before all the tension seemed to drain out of the teen and he collapsed back against the wall.

The fingers in his hair tightened. Obi-Wan sent all his feelings down the bond, hoping Xanatos would react to them.

Xanatos froze, eyes going to Obi-Wan’s face. For Obi-Wan to communicate with words, rather than just the vague impressions he’d been getting since they’d first bonded three years ago it meant the bond was indeed deeper than he had expected. It appeared to have become a full blown soul bond. “Anything you want Kobi.” He slid a second finger in, searching for the little nub that would set the teen off. With a triumphant smile he brushed his fingers across it, his hand sliding from Obi-Wan’s cock to his hip to hold him in place.

He continued to stroke the teen’s prostrate as he brushed his mouth along the arch of Obi-Wan’s hip, teeth scraping over the soft skin. He would have preferred to mark the teen on his neck but he couldn’t because he wasn’t willing to risk Qui-Gon seeing the mark. Growling in his throat he latched on to the skin with his teeth, licking and sucking, the warmth of Obi-Wan’s cock next to his cheek.

When he felt Obi-Wan’s imminent release burning through their bond he wrapped the Force around the teen’s cock, cutting off his climax. He rubbed his cheek against the cock, smiling when Obi-Wan whimpered.

Obi-Wan whimpered at the rasp of Xanatos’ stubble against his erection. It hurt but at the same time was sending bolts of pleasure up his spine. He was so caught up in the pleasure and the feeling of Xanatos that he didn’t realize he wasn’t actually vocalizing his pleas.

The older male smiled and pressed his fingers against Obi-Wan’s prostrate again before withdrawing his fingers and getting to his feet in one smooth move, making sure to rub his body against the teen. “And I will little one.” He stripped his shirt off and dropped it to the floor with his companion’s clothing before unbuttoning his pants and freeing his erection. His hands slid down the teen’s back and thighs, sending an impression of what he wanted through their bond.

Obi-Wan curled his leg around Xanatos’ hip, bringing them into contact. His breath was knocked out of him when the man slammed him against the brick wall and he winced when he felt the stone scratch his back. He looped his arms around the older male’s neck and kissed him as Xanatos pulled his other leg up to wrap around his waist, holding him up against the wall.

Xanatos slid his hand off Obi-Wan’s thigh and pressed his fingers back in, brushing against his prostate one last time before sliding out. He grasped his own cock and stroked it twice before pushing it against the pucker. Just as he thrust up the teen thrust down and he slid into the hot body, a sharp gasp leaving their lips at the same time.

The teen’s head fell back against the wall as the burn of being stretched crossed his back, fingers curled around his partner’s shoulders. They stayed like that for several minutes, Xanatos’ head resting on the teen’s chest, hands stroking his legs as he waited for Obi-Wan to calm down. He could feel the burn of pain from their bond, though it was carefully woven through with pleasure. Never in a million years would he have expected the seemingly innocent Padawan to enjoy pain with his pleasure.

It wasn’t until he felt Obi-Wan shift in his arms, pushing down that he finally moved. “Give me a moment. You’re so tight.” He shifted his head slightly, tongue flicking over a nipple before he gently bit down on it drawing a low moan from the teen.

Xanatos thrust into Obi-Wan, fingers tight on his hips. He knew the teen was going to be marked and bruised but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Obi-Wan belonged to him and the marks would remind the teen of that. He could feel the smaller Force user’s fingers digging into his shoulders and he knew he was going to have bruises as well When he felt nails scrape his back he surged forward, forcing the teen harder into the wall, his thrusts becoming brutal. All that mattered was the pleasure he could feel from his mate, mixing with his own, driving them both towards the edge. The Force was surrounding them, pushing them together and molding their auras together a perfect image of their coupling.

Obi-Wan came with a keening sound that echoed through the hallway and caused the hair on the back of Xanatos’ neck and arms stand up as the teen’s semen splattered both of them. He only lasted for three more thrusts before he to came, feeling like he’d been turned inside out. The teen wiggled out of his arms and dropped to his knees in front of him, hands curling around his hips as he proceeded to lick the seed off him.

When Obi-Wan had cleaned everything off he remained on his knees, rubbing his face against Xanatos’ stomach. Xanatos could have sworn a sound almost like purring was coming from the teen but he was too tired to care. He brushed his hand through the short hair and ran his fingers down the Padawan braid. He loved the braid. It served as a reminder that he had taken Qui-Gon’s Padawan, made him his own and his former Master had no idea what was going on.

He tugged the braid, smiling when Obi-Wan looked up at him, multi-hued eyes hooded with exhaustion. “Up little one. We do have a bed and I had best let you get some sleep if we don’t want Qui-Gon to find out what’s been going on.”

Obi-Wan smiled slowly and got to his feet, stretching languidly. He picked Xanatos’ shirt up off the floor and slipped it on, the shimmersilk falling to mid thigh on him. Without a word to the older male he collected the rest of his belongings and headed towards their room from the night before, Xanatos following behind.

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{Obi-Wan.} Xanatos slid his hand down Obi-Wan’s back, fingers brushing along the long scratches that covered the smooth skin. None of them were particularly deep, though most of them would take time to heal. When the slight touch, both mental and physical failed to rouse Obi-Wan he deepened both caresses, thumb digging into the biggest scratch on his back.

The teen came instantly awake, his hand going for his lightsaber before he realized where he was. “What?” He relaxed back into the bed, his only shield up the one that shielded him from Qui-Gon through their training bond

{I just wanted to make sure you were alive.} The older Force user pressed a kiss to the nape of the teen’s neck, tasting sweat from the night before and something that was Obi-Wan. His hand continued to stroke along his mate’s back, fingers tracing each of the scratches. {I was starting to wonder if you’d put yourself in a trance.} He slid his hand lower, waiting to see how long it would take Obi-Wan to realize just how deep their bond actually was.

He smiled when he felt Obi-Wan’s confusion through the bond. {Don’t make me regret saying you were intelligent last night little one. I know this is something they covered at the Temple. I remember the lesson like it was just yesterday Mace lectured on it.}

Obi-Wan rolled out of the bed and stared at the older man who was watching him with feral eyes. “How…what?” Unable to get his vocal cords to form the words he slipped into his mind

Xanatos lifted the blankets back up. {I have no idea Kobi. I had not intended our bond to deepen quite this much. Now get back in the bed.} He smiled when teen slid back in the bed and curled against him, one hand clutching his arm. Obi-Wan’s worry was sliding down the bond. {Don’t worry about the Council. I’ve spent the last eight years hiding from them. Not even the little troll will be able to sense the bond.} His hand stroked over the younger male’s buttocks, finger slipping inside his body. {Unless you want them to know about it.}

The teen thrust back against the finger, wanting more.

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When Obi-Wan woke later that morning he was alone in the bed. He rolled into the spot Xanatos’ had occupied, frowning when he realized the man had been gone so long the sheets were no longer warm. He was about to get out of the bed when the door swung open and Xanatos entered, carrying a tray. The man was dressed in a red shimmersilk shirt and black pants with a knee length black leather jacket and his hair was streaked with crimson. {Good morning again little one.} He settled on edge of the bed with the tray between them. {Don’t look at me like that. It’s not my fault you seem to think you’re on vacation.}

Xanatos picked a piece of fruit from one of the bowls and pressed it to Obi-Wan’s lips. Breakfast in bed was his apology to the teen for the less than gentle birthday. The fruit disappeared from his fingers and teeth caught his finger, tongue brushing over the pad before he was released. Smiling softly breakfast continued that way until everything was gone. He set the tray aside and claimed a kiss from the teen. {Get dressed and then we’ll talk. There’s clean clothing in the corner.}

Within minutes Obi-Wan was redressed and at his side, fairly vibrating with energy. Xanatos retrieved two data crystals from his pocket. “This one has everything you and Jinn need about the drug trade to bring it down. It even names the company that has been supporting them and before you say anything, it isn’t Offworld. We have more important things to do then fund petty drug lords.” He pressed the chip into the teen’s hand, closing his fingers around it before holding up the second one. “And this one is your birthday present.”

Sliding the chip into a data pad he activated it and handed it to his mate. He was greatly amused by the expressions sliding across the teen’s face and the varying emotions he was getting from their bond. After several minutes to reading Obi-Wan looked up at him, eyes bright with shock. “A whole planet Xanatos? What am I supposed to do with it? Jedi aren’t supposed to focus on possessions, let alone an entire planet.”

Unable to resist Xanatos claimed another kiss, moved by the honest confusion. “Offworld owns the planet, and therefore I own it. However, I signed it over to you, under a false name of course. Wouldn’t want the Temple to find out. I’ve only given you the basics, about habitability. You’re going to have to do research to figure out what you’re getting out of it.” He pulled the data pad from Obi-Wan’s limp fingers and removed the chip. “Just remember to give Qui-Gon the right chip. He doesn’t need to know what’s going on. And speaking of Jinn, you should probably get going before he gets restless.”

{And don’t worry; I’ll catch up to you later.} Xanatos strode out of the room.



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Qui-Gon strode into his Padawan’s room, eyes widening in shock. Obi-Wan’s back was covered in long scratches, many of which had scabbed over. “Padawan?”

At the sound of his Master’s voice Obi-Wan whirled around, tunic clutched to his chest. “Master, I didn’t hear you come in.” He’d actually been talking to Xanatos who at that time had been nearly ten light years away with no sign of their bond diminishing.

”What happened to you back? I don’t remember you sustaining any injuries on our last mission.” The big man moved closer, wanting to inspect the wounds.

Obi-Wan shrugged into his tunic faster then he had ever before. “I was slammed into a wall last night by someone who thought I owed them money. They aren’t serious.”

Qui-Gon stared at the teen, eyes narrow. It almost felt like Obi-Wan was lying to him but he couldn’t quite place why and he wasn’t willing to push the teen. “If you insist. I thought I’d come tell you that your information was good and the planetary police are arresting the company as we speak. Our transport will be here shortly so you might want to finish packing. We’re headed back to the Temple.”

He spun on heel and left the room, missing the flash of regret that crossed the teen’s face.