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Obi-wan paced in his quarters, arms folded behind him. He barely noticed the visual projection of stars and space to left, the holo image perfectly simulating a thin glass window. He had just gotten off communications with the Council. They had made it perfectly clear that no further contact with the Sith Lord was to be made. Darth Maul was in an unstable state and the only explanation was his recent transcendence into lordship and the force-cancelled cell.


It was possible that the cell was messing whatever force-link Maul needed to reach his higher state. They didn't need the Jedi Knight complicating things by throwing himself into the equation. Who knows what else may become of it.


Obi-wan closed his eyes in an attempt to calm down, taking deep meditative breaths. But then golden orbs flashed in his mind and he saw the Sith Lord doubled over in agony. Eyes springing open, the Jedi Knight shook his head and let out an exasperrated sigh.


"Why is this happening?" He demanded out loud to no one in particular, wishing he didn't care quite as much as he did. Darth Maul was solely responsible for the state his own Master was in right now. No matter what the Jedi's code and ethics taught, Obi-wan had never been able to forgive and forget so readily. And yet, the mere fact that the other could be in extreme agony bothered him.


Not to mention the weird dreams Obi-wan had been receiving. As if he didn't see enough of the Sith in this cramped prison transport.


He couldn't wait to have this Sith off his hands and dealt with by the Council.


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It had been hours. Days. Maul wasn't quite sure which. The pain clawing at him made it hard to discern time. He needed something, anything, to take his mind off it. But when he slept the only thing he dreamed of was...


"...that damned Jedi." The Sith Lord hunched over on his stiff metal bed as another wave racked through him. The pain hadn't lessened any. Mercy and compassion weren't things he was familiar with, and the Jedi reeked of it. There was also something... something strange about the dreams. Not only did it confuse and irritate Maul to his very core, but it also enraged him. The Jedi were not an entity worthy of his focus. They were mere bugs to be squashed and swept aside.


Yet he couldn't deny what had happened earlier. Something had happened when the Jedi had entered the cell. Something unexplainable. And as much as the Sith dearly wished it wasn't true, he actually itched to see the Jedi Knight again. Scowling at the mere thought, Darth Maul growled throatily and slammed a fist into the wall. The echo of its resounding impact reverbrated into his bones. But he didn't feel it. He couldn't. The pain was everything. It was all around him. Pain had been a necessary part of his training. Of his life. But this... this was terrifying in its magnitude. He needed to get out of this cell. He needed something. Anything.


Golden orbs flashed. He slowly looked up.


Darth Maul had just thought of the second best thing.

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"What do you mean?" Obi-wan asked, disbelief filling his tone.


-The Sith requested an audience with you, Jedi Knight.-


"Well, this is a first." Obi-wan replied, eyebrows raised, "I can't believe he would want to see me, much less relay that thought outloud."


-He seems to be in a great deal of pain.- The Captain stated dryly, -Perhaps it has muddled his senses.-


"Perhaps..." Obi-wan said, standing up to leave, "Let us see what he wants."


In mere moments, the Jedi Knight was gliding into the cell containment area. His face was calm yet his eyes betrayed the curiousity bubbling beneath. He paused a moment when he caught sight of the Sith Lord. Darth Maul was worse off than the day before. His ebony robed body was unnaturally tense, every so often breaking the stillness with a spasm or two. As Obi-wan drew closer, he could see those yellow eyes were bloodshot. Had he not been sleeping? Or was it the pain?


"You wished to see me?" Obi-wan said after clearing his throat.


"Unfortunately," Darth Maul growled in response.


Obi-wan raised a brow at the expected rudeness, but said nothing further. It had been the Sith who had wanted this meeting, and it was he who would have to speak and allow his intentions to become clear.


Darth Maul hardly blinked as he slightly lifted his gaze to burn into Obi-wan's. The Jedi Knight clenched his jaw as he decidedly matched stare for stare. Golden orbs flashed against steel blue. For a few moments, nothing further was spoken. But the longer Obi-wan stared into the Sith's golden eyes, the more uncomfortable he became. There was a certain feral quality to them. Something... something was being said to the Jedi Knight but the message was unclear. And he wasn't sure he quite wanted to take the time to read into whatever it meant.


Darth Maul couldn't help smirking as the Jedi Knight was the first to look away.


"I was ordered to have no further contact with you, so either you make it quick or the next time I come down here will be when I am escorting you out of that cell. And believe me, the Jedi Council will be less tolerant and leniant as I have been." Obi-wan warned, steel grafted into his tone.


The Sith Lord watched the Jedi Knight through the energy filled bars, enjoying the sight of an angry Obi-wan. After this new bit of information he couldn't speak of what he wanted, or the Jedi would get wise to it later. He couldn't have him ruin it, after all. However, a part of him called out as he watched the Jedi turn to leave. To leave the Sith to wallow in his pain-raking solitude.


"I have these dreams..." Darth Maul interjected into the huge gap of silence that had fallen between them. As he had expected, the Jedi halted in his steps, though his back still faced the cell. Maul, curious, continued, "In these dreams I am all alone. All except for one other bieng..."


Panic arose in the Jedi, though he struggled to keep it down. Could it be possible that their dreams were the same? He pivoted to face the cell, quickly stating, "I refuse to believe you brought me down here to discuss dreams."


Darth Maul quirked an eyebrow at the hasty response. He noted the tense shoulders even as he spotted the fake irritated front the Jedi put up. What could be bothering Obi-wan so?


"I dream-" The Sith Lord started to say.


But Obi-wan interrupted him, turning around to leave again as he said, "This is a waste of time."


"-of you." Darth Maul finished, unfazed.


Obi-wan froze midturn. His disbelief and shock was evident in his features, though he struggled to maintain his composure. It wasn't possible. It just couldn't be. How could they both be having dreams about eachother? It was the same dream. Maul hadn't said any of the details, but his gut was telling him that mere fact was true.


Apparently, Maul had came to the same conclusion as he said, "And you do too."


Obi-wan turned back to the cell, slowly raising his gaze until they locked with Darth Maul's. The bastard was smirking, transforming his menacing tattoed face into a somewhat happier expression. Heat was evident in Maul's stare, and the Jedi was getting the feeling it wasn't quite as hostile as he would've liked.


"That..." Obi-wan said slowly, not sure whether he was trying to convince Maul or himself, "doesn't mean anything." Then the Jedi Knight left, his echoing footsteps the only sign that he had ever been there.


Darth Maul continued to grin, laying down in his uncomfortable bed, the pain still numbing his senses. Maybe he would sleep tonight after all.

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In his quarters, Obi-wan lay on his bed, his thoughts once again returning to his prisoner. As of late, it certainly seemed as though their positions were reversed. Obi-wan felt shackled to Maul, with an ominous feeling he wouldn't be rid of the demon even after the transport had reached the Jedi Council.


The Knight shook his head at the thought as he closed his eyes. He was probably overreacting. How he hated how that Sith could get under his skin.


He soon drifted off to sleep, sure he wouldn't have the same dream as before.

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Heat scorched his skin, and Obi-wan shifted at the strange sensation. He tried to open his eyes, but it was as though there was a cloth placed over his eyes. Then there it was again. A warm breath traveling across his neck.


Then suddenly Obi-wan's world exploded before his eyes as a wave of immense pleasure rolled over him.


The Jedi was left, confused and bewildered in its wake, and he tried to get up. But something was stopping him. Or, rather, someone. Obi-wan struggled to get up, but someone pushed him back down.


"Hey-" Obi-wan started to protest as the other tugged at his clothes.


But the other did not respond. At least, not verbally. Warm hands ran over the Jedi's robes, slipping underneath to make contact with the bareskin covered up by the layers. Obi-wan shivered at the unfamiliar touch. Though, strangely, he found that it wasn't necessarily unwanted. It had been a while since he had known this kind of touch. Though taboo in the Jedi culture, sex was definately something that still occurred within their ranks. However, it was like an unspoken sin, known by all but spoken by none. Every once in a while there would be a Jedi slinking off to an overcrowded club or even to a few of the private ones where things were set up ahead of time.


Obi-wan sucked air sharply between clenched teeth as the heated carresses continued, alternating between snaking around his chest and stroking his cock. A pent up moan released itself as the other grinded between his legs and the Jedi Knight could not help but reach out. His blind fingers found an arm and he clung to it, unsure whether it was to push the other away or pull the person closer. He was, however, amazed to find firm sculpted muscle under his fingers. This was no weakling he was contending with.


The other had paused as soon as Obi-wan had grabbed the other's arm. But when it was clear the Jedi Knight was unsure of what he wanted to do, the person started up their previous minstrations with a flare of energy. Obi-wan couldn't help but cry out in surprise and pleasure as the other reached into his pants and grabbed a hold of his shaft.


"Fuck..." Obi-wan breathed out as the other got a firm grasp before pumping the Jedi's dick ruthlessly. The calloused hand lit on fire every inch of the Knight's shaft in the most pleasurable way.


Never one to be simply recieving and never dishing out as good as he got, Obi-wan reaching out and jerked the other's hips towards him. Surprised, the other lost their balance and toppled over, just as the Jedi Knight had predicted. Rolling over to pin the other to the ground, Obi-wan quickly reached down between the other's legs. There was a bulge underneath loose fitting cloth. A pretty sizeable one, at that.


"Just as I thought..." The Jedi said with a smirk.


His partner was male. As Obi-wan felt around some more, he realized the guy had a great body to go along with those talented hands. The other had tensed up when he had been pinned, but started to relax after Obi-wan started up with some skilled ministrations of his own. He had the other groaning just as much as he had been. But before he could get very far the other reached up and dragged him down by the front of his robes, making Obi-wan lean forward unexpectedly, almost losing his balance. The Jedi Knight felt warm lips envelope his own, moving with such fiercness that it almost seemed to want to devour him. Not to be outdone, Obi-wan kissed back just as fierce, his tongue battling with the newcomer that parted his lips. Their tongues danced before Obi-wan was able to get past the other and slip his own tongue in the other's mouth. Smiling at his victory, Obi-wan deepened the kiss, much to the pleasure of the other, and explored the new cavern with his tongue.


At about the same time, his tongue felt the pointed teeth, the Jedi Knight's hands had finally carressed the top of the other's head. Like he had been hit by lightning, Obi-wan jerked back, literally flinging himself off the other faster than he realized was possible. Obi-wan was breathing hard, his chest heaving. He could hear the other breathing the same, and heard the other getting up.


Horns.


Obi-wan had felt horns.


For the first time, Obi-wan's eyes actually opened when he had wanted them to, and he blinked to get used to sight once more. But he dreaded what he would see.


Golden orbs matched his stare, and the Jedi couldn't help the brief horror and panic that shuttled straight through him. He realized what he had almost done. And who he had almost done it with. Black robes cascaded silently around the other as he stood up in a smooth motion. This had to be one of the worst acts he had ever almost done. Dream or no dream. He felt like he had almost betrayed the Council. Not only that, but he had enjoyed himself and had even participated.


"Maul..." Obi-wan forced his voice to work, though his throat had gone suddenly dry, "How long did you..."


Darth Maul's mouth twisted into a grin, crossing his arms boldly over his chest as he replied, "I knew, Jedi. I knew the whole time it was you."


Obi-wan swallowed, a shiver traveling through him as those instense eyes stared into his own. When he couldn't take it any longer, he squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to wake up. But in an instant, the Sith was there, grabbing a hold of his shoulder even was he whispered into the Jedi's ear, "At the end of the day, after you have struggled with your morals, what is it that you really want Jedi?"


Then Obi-wan was spiraling upwards out of the dream.

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The Jedi Knight jolted upright on his bed, heart thumping rapidly as his chest heaved. He was sweating, his muscles trembling as though he had just run a thousand mile marathon. Before he knew it, he had kicked the covers off his bed and was making his way down to the containment cell, forgetting to even grab his outer robes or the top half of his inner ones.


He had to know. He just had to know for sure.


The moment he was about to step into the containment cell area, the Jedi slowed down, stepping silently into the room. But the moment his foot was over the threshold, the tattoed head in the cell jerked up and golden eyes snapped open. Those feral eyes looked up and down Obi-wan's physique before a red tongue snaked out to lick his lips. That small gesture made the Jedi Knight pause halfway, almost forgetting that Darth Maul couldn't get out the cell. It also made him regret getting out of bed with only his pants on.


"I came down here to make it perfectly clear that you are to stay out of my dreams." Obi-wan said heatedly, crossing his arms.


"Doesn't look like that's what you came down here for..." The Sith Lord growled throatily.


"I am not playing games with you, Sith." Obi-wan growled back.


"Who says we were playing a game?" Darth Maul inquired.


Frustrated, Obi-wan directed his glare to the side, "This is the last time I am coming down here. The rest of your complaints will have to be placed with the transport's Captain."


"You may be able to avoid me down here, but how will you avoid me in your dreams?" Darth Maul purred.


"I won't sleep." Obi-won replied instantly.


Amused, Darth Maul asked, "How long will you keep that up?"


"Until the Jedi I requested to replace me arrives." Obi-wan stated.


That put a halt to the Sith's smug attitude. His eyes darkened. He had gotten a taste of forbidden fruit, and he was not about to let go. Strangely, ever since the dream they shared, his pain had decreased dramatically. It was a mere buzz now. But who knows how long that will last, "You are making a mistake."


"It is no longer advisable for me to stay here. The Jedi Council will agree with me, I am sure. I had the request placed earlier, but this will only convince them to send a replacement faster."


Darth Maul stood, stalking silently towards the cell bars, "Sooner or later, I will get out of here. Sooner or later, anyone and everyone who attempts to hold me captive will die."


"All the more reason for me to switch off with another Jedi." Obi-wan, feeling good about his decision, joked dryly.


"They will die, but you... I will come after you personally." The Sith Lord growled.


Obi-wan's gaze hardened, and he stepped right up to the cell, demanding hotly, "Was that a threat? Am I supposed to be frightened at the thought of fighting you? I have faced you twice and have come out the victor both times. So think again before attempting to scare me."


Darth Maul brought his face closer to the bar, their proximity making Obi-wan realize the Sith had also gotten taller since their last battle years ago. Obi-wan matched the Sith stare for stare before Maul whispered, "I will come after you... and I will make you mine."


The statement sent a shock through the Jedi Knight's system, making his heart skip a beat and his throat run dry. The thought of doing what they did in the dream sent shivers up and down Obi-wan's spine. But that wasn't something Obi-wan wanted. It would go against everything he held close about his faith and the Jedi Council. This was their enemy, for Force's sake. The new Sith Lord who was actually captured before he could wreak havoc on the systems. With extreme control, the Jedi was able to keep his reaction in check, consoling himself with the thought that tomorrow he would be as far away from this demon as possible.


Refusing to rise to the bait, Obi-wan said calmly with a hint of anger, "Don't count on it."


As Obi-wan walked away, he heard the Sith growl, "Don't be so sure, Jedi."