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Obi-wan walked into the mess hall, eyes stained red with the skin below them a darker shade than the rest. His replacement was late. More than two days now Obi-wan found himself walking the small transport's halls, with nothing to do but wait. He headed straight to the coffee dispenser, eager for the jolt of caffeine that would help him stay just barely out of reach of sleep’s grasp. One of the crew, a technician maybe, commented, "Are you all right, Jedi Knight? You don't look so good."


"I'm-" The Jedi paused, clearing his throat of the obstruction that had made it gravelly before starting over, "I'm fine. Thank you for your concern."


The man nodded and just watched as the Jedi Knight glided out of the room. It was almost as if the Jedi were drowning and the coffee he clutched in his hand was his only salvation. The technician snorted at the very thought, deciding he himself needed to rest before plunging into psychological metaphors.


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Obi-wan gulped a bit of the invigorating liquid, its heat burning through his dry throat on its way down. Sighing in relief, he walked over to the window of his quarters, pressing his forehead against the cool glass. He watched the stars drifting slowly by, wondering how much longer the replacement would take to get there. His eyelids drooped, finally closing after a moment or two. He was simply resting his eyes. That was all. Really.


Just resting...


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Obi-wan opened them to the darkness of his dreams. He whipped around as he heard footsteps pacing somewhere further into the shadows. The Jedi's heartbeat rose steadily in his ears. Maybe, maybe if he was silent, then the other would not know he was there. But even as this thought crossed his mind, Obi-wan knew it to be false. Or at the very least, unlikely.


As if confirming his thoughts, a voice growled from the darkness, "I was wondering how long you could stay away."


Darth Maul crept along the edges of the shadows, shivering with anticipation as he looked over his prey. It had been a difficult wait. A long wait. The pain had almost been too much to bear as the Sith Lord had lain trapped and confined in his cell. He had visited his dreams often, curious to see when the Jedi Knight would succumb to slumber. It seemed now was the time, and Maul couldn't have picked a better moment. The Jedi, clothed in his ever-present and concealing brown robes, looked tired. Maybe not as tired as the Sith Lord would have preferred, but his mind was honed to focus on any advantage he could get in battle. And what an interesting battle this would turn out to be.


"The coffee wasn't as strong as the Captain had boasted." Obi-wan muttered in reply, masking his fear with indifference.


He peered into the shadows, trying to get a glimpse of the demon so he could better defend himself. But there was nothing to be seen. Not a trace of red and black Zabrak tattoos at all.


"Jedi..." The voice purred, sounding amused as Obi-wan pivoted swiftly around, trying to pinpoint his position, "you look... tired. Come to me, I will help you rest."


"Don't sound so pleased," Obi-wan stated determinedly, "this is going to be a short visit."


"So much can be accomplished in so little time." Maul said in reply, and Obi-wan could just hear the bastard smirking.


The Jedi Knight frowned, "You try anything and I swear, dream or no dream, I will kill you."


"Such hate coming from one so pure..." Darth Maul paused to sniff the air, "and such fear..."


"I don't fear you!" Obi-wan declared, "Why don't you come out and fight!"


"Perhaps it is not I you fear, but yourself, Jedi. You fear what you..." The next instant Obi-wan felt as though someone was behind him, whispering into his ear. A breath licked hot against the side of his neck, "...want."


A shiver ran through the Jedi before the threat of Darth Maul so close registered, and he spun around to fight. Half-expecting the other to be gone, once again, Obi-wan blinked when Maul stood before him. There was so little room between them, the Jedi Knight felt his breath rebounding against the black and red wall of Maul's face. He had enough time to take in the predatory gaze in Maul's eyes, and the grin flashing his pointy teeth, before the other grabbed the back of Obi-wan's head. Taking in a sharp breath, Obi-wan tried to pull back even as he saw the Sith lunge forward. In an instant he felt hot lips cover his own. Obi-wan's arms stiffened at either side of him, as did the rest of his body. What was the Sith Lord thinking?!


In a moment, Darth Maul knew the other would begin struggling. He could feel the Jedi go rigid at his touch, and grinned into the kiss as he thought of a solution to both problems.


Obi-wan's protests were stifled into the kiss as he felt the Zabrak's free arm wrap around his lower back. His own arms coming back to life, Obi-wan had just grabbed a hold of Darth Maul's shoulders to shove him off when the Sith's intentions became clear.


Pulling the Jedi's warm body to him, molding the two together, Darth Maul felt the beginnings of Obi-wan's struggle. The Sith looked straight into the blue pools of the Jedi's eyes just centimeters from his own. He wanted to watch the other's reaction. As Maul began to grind his thigh between the other's legs, he saw the jolt of pleasure run through the other with the widening of Obi-wan's eyes and the slackening of his grip on Maul's shoulder. A muffled groan arose from the Jedi's sweetly stolen lips. Pleased with the reaction, Darth Maul growled into the kiss, his muscled arms wrapping more possessively around the Jedi. A thing of light, a thing of beauty. And it would belong to him, the darkness.


An alarm rang through Obi-wan's head as he was enveloped even further into the Sith's loose ebony robes, his body wedged into Maul's. The growl made the hairs on the back of his neck rise, even as the Sith's touch made his body burn. But this was wrong. He was a Jedi, Maul was a Sith. They could not be... doing THIS together. It was unheard of. Unlikely. So... wrong. He felt Darth Maul grinding once more against his dick, and Obi-wan threw his head back to gasp and groan in one huge exhale.


"Getting a little into it, are we?" Darth Maul growled, smirking as he felt the Jedi grip his biceps with uncontrolled force. He had not realized just how much he would enjoy making the Jedi writhe before him. He could feel his own manhood demanding attention. But he wanted to watch, if only just a little longer.


Fighting pleasure-filled senses, Obi-wan hastely thought what could get the Sith off of him. Expect the unexpected. Hopefully, it was a term the Sith Lord wouldn't quite be thinking about just then. Before he could fully lose control, Obi-wan attacked Darth Maul's lips with a vengeance. The Jedi Knight poured his fear, his retaliation, his indecision and his desire into it. The raw emotion simply blew the Sith Lord away, making him gape comically as he stood, shocked, at the receiving end of this unbelievable kiss. For a moment, even Obi-wan lost himself in it. He realized he had achieved his goal of Maul's slackened hold only once a few stretched moments of him forcing his lips onto the other's had gone on. Snapping himself out of whatever fire that had coursed through his veins, Obi-wan managed to tear his mouth away long enough to shove the Sith away.


A shocked Darth Maul was too confused to stop Kenobi's escape, stumbling back a few steps before dropping on his ass, arms catching him from behind and legs bent before him. His lips felt as if they were pulsing with heat.


Obi-wan stood where he was, blue eyes gaping with disbelief at what had just happened. Yeah, he had wanted a distraction, but the kiss he had just given was a little too... real. He brushed the fingertips of one hand across his lips, swearing he had just seared them on hot iron. His heart beat hard in his chest, and he barely gathered the courage to bring his eyes to lock on Maul's reptilian golden orbs. When their gazes did meet, Obi-wan swore his heart had simply stopped. The Sith's eyes... there was something in them... something hard to read. But it was less harsh than usual and more...


"I can't..." Obi-wan said suddenly, breaking the tense moment.


Darth Maul was disappointed when in the next moment, the Jedi was simply gone. He had awoken, and Maul was alone once more. The Sith growled at his sudden vulnerability. What was he, some pathetic weakling who couldn't survive on his own? What had the grueling decades of training under his former Master been? A cakewalk? If his old Master could see him now...


Snorting, Maul picked himself up, shrugging off the pinprick wounds to his pride. It mattered not that the Jedi had slipped through this time. Next time he wouldn't be so lucky.

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Obi-wan lay on his side, eyes adamantly closed as if in denial of whatever feelings had coursed through him moments ago. The Sith Lord was toying with him, for whatever reason, Kenobi was unsure. But he wouldn't stand for it. And he wouldn't risk his allegiance to the Light side and to the Jedi by letting any such atrocities to occur. He should feel tainted by what had happened between him and Maul. And yet...


The Jedi Knight shook his head before pushing himself up off the... floor?


Looking around, Obi-wan remembered that he hadn't exactly been planning to go to bed when the sudden urge to sleep had overtaken him. Over by the end of the bed, lay the empty cup of coffee, its innards spilled out for all the world to see. It was as Obi-wan felt, except the only one to see what he had inside him was Darth Maul. Did the Sith Lord truly know what Obi-wan desired more than Kenobi himself? Or was it simply mind games the Sith were taught to wield as deadly as a hidden blade?


Angrily, Obi-wan wiped his lips across the sleeve of his robe, erasing whatever trace the Sith had left behind. The comm beeped on, and the Jedi had been so startled he had one hand on his lightsaber before he realized what the sound meant.


--Jedi Knight Kenobi?-- Came the scratchy voice of the Captain.


Forcing himself to relax, Obi-wan cleared his throat and replied, "Yes, Captain?"


--The Jedi replacement you requested has arrived.--


"Thank you, Captain. Send him down to the cell area, I wish him to get acquainted with our guest as soon as possible." The Jedi Knight stated.


When the comm had bleeped off and Obi-wan had started walking towards the hall, he muttered under his breath, "It's about bloody time."

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Obi-wan had to admit, his first impression wasn't too well when he had caught sight of his replacement. Tall and stocky, the humanoid had taken to the piercing fashion of some planets, his face covered in glinting metals. It reminded Kenobi somewhat of the spiked inhabitants of a desolate desert region. His grayish pallor also made the other look sickly. Nonetheless, Kenobi's Master had always informed him never to judge simply for appearance's sake.


"Jedi Knight Kenobi, Jedi Raas at your service." The humanoid greeted.


Obi-wan nodded in reply, glancing over at the cell. Darth Maul was sitting glumly at the edge of his steel bed, a hostile look directed towards the newcomer. However, when the Sith's gaze flickered over to Obi-wan, the Jedi could feel his eyes take on a different light. Meeting the Sith's gaze, Obi-wan felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. For a fleeting moment, the dream sequence from earlier flashed through his mind. The heat. The possessiveness. The pleasure-filled touches.


Clearing his throat, Obi-wan tore his eyes away from the prisoner, fighting the heat that threatened to color his cheeks. He had no time for that sort of thinking. Not now. Not ever. He had to focus on the matter at hand, and that was making sure the replacement knew what he was dealing with before Kenobi could book it as far away from the Sith Lord as possible.


"You have been briefed of the Sith's abilities?" The Jedi Knight questioned, noticing Raas's nonchalant demeanor.


"Of course." Raas replied, his tone terse and clipped.


Nodding, Kenobi went over a couple more details as he walked the other Jedi into the halls and out of earshot. "Are you sure you are up to this task?" Obi-wan asked, looking at Raas square in the eyes, studying him.


"There is no other task I would want more." Jedi Raas said eagerly.


"Good." Obi-wan nodded in approval, shutting his eyes momentarily as he rubbed the tired ache between his brows, "...good."


He could feel Maul's presence resonating on the other side of the wall. Rolling off in waves were pain and frustration. Anger. Typical. Maybe the Sith Lord would think twice before trying to toy with this Jedi Knight again.

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Darth Maul felt when the Jedi Knight's presence had left the transport's interior and entered whatever smaller space craft he would use to leave.


A rush of anger and frustration flooded the Sith, momentarily blinding him to the physical clawing torment eating away at his body. What was wrong with him? Darth Maul's breath hitched. Why should a single Jedi matter at all? A low growl reverberated from deep in his throat. He would've killed him the moment he had escaped anyway, so what was the problem? Maul glared down at a closed fist, the pain and his anger making it tremble and shake uncontrollably. However, the confusion that lapped at his heels was the most infuriating thing of all. Something inside of the Sith snapped.


Lurching forward to his feet, Darth Maul turned and grabbed the edge of his bed. Shouting in rage, he strained back and tore the metal slab from the wall in an incredible feat of strength. In blind fury he twisted and lifted the torn slab over his head.


"Raaahhh!!" He shouted in exertion, flinging what remained of his bed against the opposite wall.


Even without the use of the Force, this Sith Lord was not one to be trifled with. He stood, chest heaving for breath, as he stared at the immense gash he had created. Wires and broken hardware were laid bare before him; the edges of the metallic alloy were peeled back like shredded fruit skin.


In an instant, Maul's bloodshot eyes flickered from the broken bed to the force bars. His lip twitched into a snarl and he lifted the bent metal slab over his head, muscles jerking shakily from the exertion. As he slowly turned to face the wall composed of force-canceling bars, he paused.


"Hold it." Raas stood in the doorway of the cell, gun aimed at Maul's unprotected chest.


The Sith Lord sneered, unshaken by his vulnerable position, "You may have fooled those Jedi fools, so why don't you just tell me what you're really here for?"

A look of irritation swept through the Jedi’s face, but it soon passed as Raas realized he had what he sought after anyway. Jedi Raas looked smug, “Obviously. I came to kill you.”