If it had missed

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Obi-wan frowned when he realized his hand hovering over the craft’s console was trembling. He had barely pulled out of the prison transport’s docking bay before he felt a strange shift in the force.


Something was wrong.


The Jedi Knight whipped his head around towards the direction of the larger ship, the engulfing darkness of space providing an ominous backdrop.


Something was wrong with Maul.


Conflict surged upwards within the Knight. However, the thought of abandoning Maul to his fate was quickly overridden by his sense of honor and his strong belief in the Light. Whatever ended the life of that Sith filth would have to be determined in a fair and just manner.


Unfortunately.


Obi-wan opened comm. links with the prison transport, -- Captain, I request permission to re-enter your spacecraft. –


But static was the only response. Setting his jaw, knowing all too well that further attempts at communication would be futile, Kenobi gunned the engines as he launched full-speed back to the transport vessel. Docking and racing through the ship’s corridors was a blur. It wasn’t until he had neared the prison sector of the ship that he even attempted to slow down. Then when he heard the voices, he immediately cloaked his presence and crept stealthily closer.


“- kill me that easily?” A menacing growl followed the low, confident statement.


“Sith Lord or not… I stand here with the weapon while you…” The second voice chuckled.


Obi-wan frowned. What was going on here?


Concentrating easily, the Jedi Knight lightly sent out a force scan of the next room. Jedi Raas was standing solidly, blaster at ready and aimed in the cell. He could sense dark and angry vibes through the air, but not only radiating from just outside the cell. It came from the supposed Jedi as well. Something was clearly out of order.


In the meantime, Maul was having a few problems of his own. Among them was the sudden inability to breath. The constant background pain of the Force separation surged to the forefront as its intensity grew at an alarming rate. His skin was on fire and his skull pounded as if a gigantic creature had decided to stomp on it for fun. Holding the remains of the metallic bed slab was no longer as easy as it had been moments ago as his muscles involuntarily flexed to the point of the tendons nearly ripping away from each other. Grunting, the Sith Lord dropped with a thud down on one knee, the slab above his head digging into his shoulders.


Tossing the slab away, he cried out as he dropped to his other knee, squeezing his head between his fists as if it would make the pain go away. Through eyes narrowed in torment, he glimpsed movement from the far doorway.


Stepping into the cell block, Obi-wan took a split second to take in the whole scene before him in a glance. It had been Maul’s outcry that had made him spring into action, foregoing any attempts at formulating a plan. From earlier conversations with the Jedi Council, as well as his own personal experiences, Kenobi knew that the most obvious cause behind the Sith’s physical distress was the force-cancellation cell. Even with the armed Jedi traitor in the room, the Knight knew he had mere seconds to release Maul from his prison. If he didn’t, Obi-wan knew for certain that the Sith Lord would die.


Not allowing himself further thinking on the matter, Obi-wan whipped out his light saber and lunged forward. The other Jedi turned, preparing to defend himself. However, Raas was surprised to find the light saber and its master had a different target. Instead of his flesh, the light saber plunged into the control panel next to the cell. With realization at the act, anger took over Raas’s features, his pierced metals glinting as the alarm went off.


In a daze, Maul found himself on the cold floor. Something was different. Something… the pain! The pain was gone! Confused, he turned his gaze upwards to see two battling figures. The alarm was blaring. Bright flashes of red were intermediated with brief instances of pitch black, but it hardly hindered the Sith’s vision. Someone had tried to kill him. His teeth glinted in the dark as he felt the Force flow steadily through his veins. At least one person was going to die tonight.


Obi-wan’s relief at freeing the Sith was short lived. Before he could pull out his saber twin beams of energy shot at him. In order to save his own life, he abandoned the weapon. Twisting as he dodged out of the way, Kenobi saw Raas trying to aim again with his blaster. Doing the only thing he could think of, the Knight threw himself at the traitor, wrestling him for the weapon.


Raas’s finger was firmly on the trigger, building and building the charge of the blaster until the weapon shook and glowed brightly. Despite Obi-wan’s rank and experience, a misstep placed him at a great disadvantage. Raas’s leverage and reach was slightly better after the Knight stumbled, but in the game they were playing, slightly went a long way. The Jedi Knight gritted his teeth as he saw the point of the blaster turning inch by inch to aim at his own heart.


“Just, tell me something.” Obi-wan grunted, knowing he was staring death straight in the face at the end of that barrel, “Why? Who wins by killing that Sith?”


Raas grinned, sensing victory as he leaned in to reply, “I do what the Council prefers the public does not see. The Sith Lord vanquished, the universe saved. So what if a nosy Jedi Knight dies in the process? So you tell me, who wins now?”


Obi-wan glared, disbelief in his features. He saw the trigger being squeezed. Then-


A shout. A burst of light. Explosion rocking the very floor beneath him.


Confused, Obi-wan looked up from across the room, the blast of the gun having thrown him onto his ass against the wall. He could feel warm liquid running down the back of his head. His blood. But he should not be alive to even feel this. That shot should have killed him.


What he saw next lurched his heart into his throat. Golden orbs met his blue gaze as he saw the Sith Lord behind Raas’s standing form. But no… Raas wasn’t standing. His body was limp as it dangled from the light saber piercing it from behind. At least, it dangled until with a twist of his wrist, Darth Maul tossed the skewered body from the stolen light saber. Obi-wan’s light saber.


Looking as fresh and as strong as if he had just waltzed on board a moment ago, the Sith Lord took a step forward and growled, “I win.”


The full effect of the person he had just let free and live hit Obi-wan like a blow to his gut.


‘What have I done?’ The Jedi Knight’s thoughts echoed silently in his numb mind, his senses reeling from the raw power of the Force as it flowed around this single, deadly being.


Obi-wan struggled to stand, to defend himself from his sworn enemy, when his legs failed to comply. Some of the discharged energy from the blaster must have temporarily stunned his nerves. He saw the Sith’s face smirk at his own discovery of the fact. As Darth Maul stalked towards him, the Jedi felt the hairs at the back of his neck raise. Obi-wan had no weapon. He was unable to stand at the moment to attack. But he was no coward.


“Since we’re even now, I guess you will simply kill me.” Jedi Knight Kenobi stated as if he had been talking about the weather.


Darth Maul paused, amusement coloring his tone, “You never cease to surprise me, Jedi.”


“And you just cannot seem to die.” Obi-wan replied bitterly.


“Yes…” The Sith Lord’s smirk grew even wider as his golden orbs appraised the young Jedi, “This time we have you to thank for that, don’t we?”


Obi-wan’s jaw locked in regret and anger. He watched Maul stalk towards him like a hunter to its prey, matching golden narrowed eyes with a blue glare of his own. The Jedi Knight felt the edges of the tremendous amount of Force lapping at his feet. His own oncoming fate seemed inevitable. With no expectations at all, Obi-wan stated, “If you have any honor within you at all, you will at least end this quickly.”


“Quickly?” Darth Maul inquired with a tilt of his head. He had come to a stop directly in front of the Jedi, the light saber fizzling out as it retracted back into the hilt. The bottom of Maul’s black robe pooled around both as the black and red figure crouched over the brown robed one before him.


Instantly, Obi-wan disliked the way the conversation was headed. His eyes narrowed in suspicion as to the Sith’s meaning. As the Sith Lord planted one hand on the wall beside Obi-wan’s head, the Jedi instinctively leaned away, only to be stopped by the other hand trapping him in.


“What is it, exactly, that you want?” Obi-wan’s breathe hitched as he found Darth Maul closer than he would like, blue eyes studying the Sith as the intense golden orbs raked over his own form.


The Jedi read a brief moment of confusion as it flickered through the Sith’s eyes, but then it was gone. The predator was back. Simultaneously, all thinking on Obi-wan’s part abruptly ended as a searing hot mouth devoured his own. Unthinking, the Jedi lifted a hand to expel a burst of the Force at the Sith Lord, but Maul quickly grabbed Obi-wan’s wrist and pinned it to the wall above his head.


Through the Force, Obi-wan felt the Sith’s rage as he glimpsed at a flashback. Through Maul’s eyes, he saw himself and Raas struggling with the blaster. Through the Sith’s eyes, he saw himself losing, the blaster about to discharge into his heart. And through the force, he felt the Sith’s rage as Maul tore the light saber out of the control panel. Maul had channeled all the Force he could muster to launch himself at the traitor, jerking Raas’s arm to divert the blast even as Darth Maul ripped the light saber through the traitor’s innards.


Obi-wan jerked his head back as he jerked back to the present, eyes widened and filled with turmoil as he looked at the Sith before him. The kiss was broken and Maul slowly opened his eyes. Golden orbs locked onto blue and somehow the Sith Lord knew what the Jedi Knight had seen. Had felt.


But no matter what it meant, Obi-wan’s morals wouldn’t allow him to allow this sort of thing between them to happen. Maul was a Sith Lord. Obi-wan was a Jedi Knight. Dark and Light. It just couldn’t work.


Obi-wan’s thoughts must have been easily read from his own face. Darth Maul’s look only hardened. The Jedi Knight started to say, “We can’t-“


Darth Maul interrupted the Jedi, free hand grabbing the Obi-wan’s collar and pulling him closer. He growled three little words, “You. Are. MINE.”


Obi-wan blinked. Then he frowned, “Like hell I a-“


But his argument was refuted as Maul’s hungry lips once again devoured his own. All at once, the force swept through the two. Obi-wan felt a dozen caresses stroking his skin, feeling underneath the robes. Force touches teased all along his limbs, making the Jedi’s hairs stand at end. He whimpered as he arched into the touches, his exposed neck falling easy prey to Maul’s insatiable hunger.


Darth Maul purred as he wrapped a thick forearm behind the Jedi’s waist, pulling the other towards him even as he shifted forward to grind both of them together. Obi-wan moaned at the electric responses that jolted through his veins, his blood tempo pounding fast enough to match that of Darth Maul’s. The Sith Lord savored the feelings and caresses from the Force touches he sent out, exploring the Jedi’s body as if he planned on pinning every detail on a map. He felt Obi-wan’s body tremble beneath him, wanting. Needing. Yet… denying.


“We… cannot…” Obi-wan barely breathed out, drowning in all the wonderful sensations.


Maul growled, pausing his ministrations and waiting for those blue eyes to lock onto his churning gold ones, “We will.”


As if awakening from a dream, Obi-wan felt his resolve strengthen and he shoved the Sith off him, following forward to pin Maul to the ground, “Not if I have anything to say about it.”


Darth Maul, flat on his ass propped up by an elbow, cocked a brow as he smirked up at the Jedi. Befuddled by the Sith’s reaction, it only took Obi-wan a moment later to catch on to their suggestive posturing. Knees on either side of Maul’s hips, Obi-wan’s rear was positioned perfectly on top of a rather sizeable bulge. A bulge which only managed to get bigger as the seconds ticked by.


“Your actions contradict your words, Jedi.” Darth Maul commented dryly, pleased at the red coloring that burned the Jedi Knight’s cheeks.


“I will not be mocked.” Obi-wan seethed through clenched teeth, preparing to strike with a fist.


“I agree.” Maul replied, catching the strike and bringing his face close enough to make the Jedi flinch, “Let’s fuck instead.”


Blinking in horror at the Sith’s vulgarity, Obi-wan was taken completely off guard as Darth Maul proceeded to flip both of them so that the Knight was beneath him.


“Why do you fight me?” Darth Maul questioned with a low chuckle, sending forth bindings through the force to pin Obi-wan down.


The Jedi gasped as the force touches continued, stroking him in places that made him sweat. But what really made his heart race was when the Sith Lord’s hands would trace after the invisible imitations. Unlike the previous strokes, which would inspire heat in their wake, Maul’s hands brought forth an instant burn that Obi-wan struggled desperately to dislike.


“Why do you resist?” Maul’s voice rumbled deeply, making the hairs on the back of the Jedi’s neck raise on end.


Obi-wan trembled as he felt the strokes circling closer and closer to his groin. He muffled his own moans by biting his lip, eyes half-closed in denial and pleasure intertwined. He grabbed desperately at the Sith’s outer sleeves, trying to come to terms with the reality and seriousness of the situation. Finally, Maul’s hand came to boldly encase the Jedi Knight’s hot shaft, tearing an unexpected moan from Obi-wan.


“I am stronger than you.” Darth Maul breathed into Obi-wan’s ears, his grin seeping into his voice and he sensed his eminent victory.


The Jedi Knight felt the bottom of his stomach pitch downward in his despair, believing the Sith’s words to be true. But something in the arrogant tone and the words themselves brought Obi-wan to a screeching halt.


‘Stronger than me…?’ Obi-wan’s thoughts questioned in a slow drawl.


He felt the Force flow slowly back into his pleasure-numbed limbs. He hadn’t noticed it before, everything had happened so fast. But there was a crackle of strong energy from the Force surrounding them both.


And not all of that energy belonged to Maul.


A smile crept onto the Jedi’s face. It was enough of a change to make the Sith Lord pause in his ministrations. The smugness of his impending victory still radiated from Maul’s twisted grin, but for a moment that smugness froze.


Then suddenly everything around the Sith Lord streaked past.


Obi-wan broke free of the Force bindings, using his grip on Maul’s robe to launch the Sith from him in a movement so swift you could miss it in the blink of an eye.


One moment Maul had been gloating, relishing his position on top of the writhing Jedi, the next he found himself on the opposite part of the room. In fact, he was wedged slightly into the wall, his sight slightly blurred from a growing ache on the back of his head. A concussion that would have rendered any lesser man unconscious, no doubt. That is, if they were still breathing.


Obi-wan, on the other hand, felt fantastic. He slowly stood, confidence cascading from him as his robe smoothly pooled around his feet. He kept eye contact with the confused golden orbs, his own smug grin coming into play.


“Undoubtedly, that previous statement of yours, Sith, is not quite as true as you believed.” The Jedi Knight said calmly.