If it had missed

Disclaimer: No, I do not own Star Wars or any of its characters. If I did, then the movie would have taken a huge U-turn and placed certain characters together…

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“So the little Jedi has a spark in him after all…” Darth Maul commented, his growl skewing the meaning of the appraisal.


Ignoring the statement, Obi-wan reached through the force, calling his forgotten light saber from the ground. Much to Maul’s dismay, the Sith found the Knight to be a largely irritating distraction. Had he his wits prior to his run in with the Jedi days before, the weapon would not have been so easy for Obi-wan to retrieve.


“So the scales have tipped… what’s it to be, Jedi?” The Sith Lord questioned as he watched Obi-wan bringing the light saber to life once it was in the Jedi’s grasp, “Will you finish me off, just as your former Jedi compatriot attempted to do?”


“He was no Jedi.” Obi-wan frowned. It was impossible. Why would a follower of the Light try to do such a deed?


“We both heard what was said.” Maul smirked slightly, nodding his horned head in the direction of the still body, “Heard who sent him.”


The Jedi Knight wrestled with the anger that rose at the Sith’s accusation. But Maul was right in this matter. They both heard what was spoken.


“Yes.” Obi-wan said briskly. The Jedi Knight paused, finding himself very much in need of taking a deep, relaxing breath. “But ripples in the surface do not reveal the truths beneath the depths.”


Darth Maul made a face, “Jedi and their useless fanciful words.”


“Better than the barbaric ways of the Sith.” Obi-wan shot back.


Not phased at all, Maul replied, “Speaking of barbaric ways, I would like to have my way with you-”


“Shut up,” Obi-wan interrupted, earning a searing glare from the Sith Lord, “Though I should just kill you now for what you attempted to do, you did, oddly enough, not kill me. Again. So I, in turn, will spare you.”


What had been a searing glare shifted to a leer and finally to a slightly confused, one eyebrow-cocked look on the Sith’s red and ebony face. The sheer trust and honor in this one Jedi threatened to make the Sith Lord choke. Such foolishness from a creature with such power.


“You should consider your words and actions wisely, Jedi.” Darth Maul warned against his better judgment, eyes narrowed to better track the Knight’s movement, “You may come to regret them later.”


“You would use threats instead of gratitude?” Obi-wan inquired, shaking his head in disbelief.


Sensing the Jedi’s confidence, Darth Maul sneered, “You overestimate yourself, Jedi.”


“No, Sith, it is YOU who underestimates me.” The Jedi Knight replied calmly, deactivating his light saber as he matched stare for stare with the Sith Lord. If there was ever a time for Maul to attack, it would be now. Seconds ticked by and still the Sith Lord did not move.


Obi-wan shifted his gaze, but never put down his guard, as he continued, “We should both go our separate ways. There is no point in me arresting you if what the traitor said was, indeed, true. So it would be best to-”


Movement.


The Jedi Knight whipped out the light saber, his weapon arcing with precision and speed through the attack. But it had only been a crate. A diversion! Obi-wan turned, but too late. He felt the wind knocked out of him as a whirl of black robes and its wearer’s strong muscled core toppled him over.


“Fast,” Darth Maul growled appreciatively, his golden gaze boring into Obi-wan’s blue eyes, “but not fast enough.”


“What is the meaning of this?” The Jedi Knight exclaimed, outraged and utterly confused, “You’re free to leave.”


“I am not some caged mongrel you can parade around on a leash, going somewhere or other on command.” The Sith Lord snarled, his voice dangerously low, teeth gleaming like daggers. Obi-wan hadn’t noticed it before, but sometime after he had jammed his saber into the cell’s control panel, the lights had gone from alert and red back to normal white. It made Maul’s tattoos stand out even more, highlighting his features in a sleek and primal frame.


“Of course not,” Obi-wan agreed, his mouth suddenly gone dry as he looked deep into the feral golden orbs before him, “you’re more of a beast than anything else.”


A beast he wanted to be ravaged by. Wait, what? Obi-wan shook his head to clear his thinking. This was the Sith Lord he was talking about here. Focus.


Darth Maul’s lip twitched into a deeper snarl. His senses were being overloaded. The sweat and the cinnamon smell that invaded his nostrils was purely the Jedi Knight’s own. The sight of his prey sprawled before him, a small hint of fear covered by the robes and layers of confidence and anger. The feel of the Jedi’s smooth skin against the stiff touch of the cloth and the cold steel of the floor. His primitive side was the one running the show now and he very much enjoyed having Obi-wan near.


Obi-wan watched very carefully as the Sith Lord seemed preoccupied with something. Then all of a sudden Maul’s head dipped lower and it took all the Jedi’s strength and control not to jerk his head away like some startled padawan. He could not, however, control the way he froze at the closeness, a small shudder running through him at the low growl that reverberated within the Sith’s chest.


Darth Maul placed his mouth right next to the Jedi Knight’s ear, his tone drawled but barely above a whisper, “Do you really believe you can ‘set me free’? What’s to stop me from simply killing you, right here and now?”


The Sith Lord was so preoccupied with other thoughts that it took a split second longer for him to notice the tapping near his hip. He glanced down. The Jedi, light saber in hand, had positioned the inactive blade above the Sith’s hipbone. Golden orbs looked back to find Obi-wan with his own little smirk.


“The same thing that stopped you from having your way earlier: Me.” Obi-wan replied nonchalantly, “Now, what’s to stop me from gutting you like a fish right now?”


A growl rumbled appreciatively in Maul’s throat. The Jedi frowned. This was obviously not the reaction he had intended to have. The Sith enjoyed power and all who own up to it. Maul wouldn’t go so far as to say that the Jedi was stronger than him, but Obi-wan did present an interesting challenge.


They matched stare for stare, each sizing the other up. Obi-wan was almost afraid that the Sith would call his bluff. For there was, in fact, something stopping him from just gutting the Sith Lord. It was the same thing that didn’t stop him from going into the cell a couple days ago. The same thing that made him plunge his saber into the cell control panel. He wanted to say it was his Jedi compassion, but that didn’t quite fit into the puzzle that arose in his mind. It was something else entirely. And it was something the Jedi Knight did not want to dwell on.


Finally, the Sith spoke, “Know this, Jedi. You are walking away unscathed because I am LETTING you. You are alive so far because I have not decided to kill you yet. I will allow you to find the answers for your leaders you so desperately seek, but know this: I WILL find you later. You can run to the far reaches of the galaxy, hide within the deepest wildernesses unknown, but you cannot outrun me. You cannot HIDE from me. Even before my indoctrination into the Sith I was the most notorious hunter of my species. The forces of Dark have only increased that skill tenfold. Not only that but I know your scent, your touch, your sounds, and your… taste.”


Before Obi-wan knew what was happening, he felt a warm, rough tongue trailing up his neck. He gasped at the sensation, his body shuddering as it sent a spike of heat down to his core. But his anger was quick to rise at the nerve of the Sith, and he retaliated though he half-knew his efforts would go in vain. Sure enough, Darth Maul was off him in a second, even before the light saber had hummed its first sparks of life.


Darth Maul wasn’t phased at all, though the Jedi Knight did look quite appealing on the ground with that furious scowl. Before the Sith Lord turned to leave, he kept eye contact with the Knight, “Just remember one thing. You. Are. MINE.” A possessive growl trailed at the end of the statement, the very sound of it sending a shiver down Obi-wan’s spine.


The flutter of the ebony robes marked the Sith’s departure, and the Jedi was just left to frown and dust himself off. Tucking his light saber away in its sheath, Obi-wan muttered under his breath, “Like hell I am.”


Under a dark cowl in the passageways of the ship, the Sith Lord’s hearing picked it up and a smirk formed on his face. The Jedi didn’t know how wrong he was.


-o-o-o-

Obi-wan couldn’t sleep. He had been in several spaceports, traveling towards the Jedi Council. Three times he had been attacked, each in different places and each always completely out of the blue. Whoever wanted him dead had the resources to dig up some pretty talented characters. He didn’t know what he’d find when he finally reached the Council. More and more he was beginning to become unsure he really wanted to.


The last encounter had nearly ripped his arm off. A nice sized gash trailed across his shoulder to his elbow. It was nothing a night’s worth under a bacta patch wouldn’t take care of. But that wasn’t all that was bothering him. Ever since he had left the prison transport those many weeks ago, he had felt at a loss. Something… something wasn’t quite right and it was driving the Jedi crazy. He wasn’t sure what had happened the first time he had made contact with the new Sith Lord in the force-suppressed cell, but whatever it was had amped up his own power in the Force. However, there was still this insane itch in the back of his skull…


Despite his efforts, the Jedi Knight started to draw up images of the Zabrakian. Those red and black tattoos provided the backdrop to the intense golden orbs that flashed through his mind. Those eyes, those predatory eyes were unlike any Obi-wan had ever seen before. No one had ever looked at him the way that Sith had. Nor had the nerve to touch him the way the Sith Lord had. Obi-wan’s space was something he cherished and relinquished to no one, not even on the battlefield. All his skirmishes were dealt with an invisible barrier shielding the Jedi Knight from his tainted foe. Even his friends never had the chance of getting past them. Yet somehow, this Sith Lord has found a crack. And the Sith didn’t have any qualms exploiting it.


Darth Maul’s voice echoed in his mind, ‘…MINE…’


Obi-wan snapped out of it, scowling once more. Who did the Sith Lord think he was? The Jedi Knight was not an object to be owned. But the Jedi couldn’t help remembering the way it felt when the Sith touched him with the Force, or with his own skilled hands. Suddenly there was a burn that his skin ached to feel. A fire the Knight felt the urge to put out.


“Great.” The Knight sighed, eyes upwards at the hull of his small transport, “How am I going to get sleep now?”


He needed to find a way to get rid of all this tension and pent up energy and he needed it soon. Grabbing his outer robe, the Jedi left the transport and made his way through the docking bay. He wasn’t sure how exactly he planned on spending it, whether through a fight or a run or whatever, but he kept his eyes open. That’s when he spotted it. It looked half run down with a neon sign that flickered. It was in red and was twisted in one of the thousands of intergalactic translations. But the bouncer standing outside and the pumping sounds of loud music inside made it very obvious what the nature of the place was.


It was a club and dancing sounded like exactly what the Knight needed. He walked up to the bouncer, fingering his credits in his pocket, willing to pay any amount he had to get inside. He needed a distraction desperately. Much to his surprise, however, the bouncer just looked him over once before nodding him in. This, of course, did not go over well with the line of customers who stood waiting. Obi-wan smirked as the door swung open before him, surprised at his luck. The protests outside had just been silenced with loud and irritated “SHUT UP!” just as the door shut.


The itch was still very much there and Obi-wan quickened his pace to the dance floor. He passed by some poor drunk alone at a table. Without a second thought, the Jedi Knight disposed of his outer robe on the empty seat next to the guy, “Watch this for me.” Without missing a beat, the Knight kept walking right until he hit the outer edges of the multi-hued dance floor.


Immediately, he just let the beat and rhythm of the music take control of his body. He swayed to the tempo, moving and stepping at all the right moments. He was oblivious to the numerous gazes watching him dance hungrily, he was only aware of surrendering himself fully to the beat. Obi-wan found himself in the middle of the dance floor, though he wasn’t quite sure how he had gotten there. But it didn’t matter to him so long as he was able to sweat out all that excess energy and nerves. It wasn’t until he had accidentally bumped into someone behind him that the Jedi Knight pulled himself back to the present. About to turn around and apologize, the words were taken right out of Obi-wan’s mouth as he felt hands slip down to hold his hips.


Turning around and effectively breaking the grip, Obi-wan eyed the person up and down. It was some humanoid alien with green skin. It also looked obviously male. “Sorry,” The Jedi said, realizing the only reason Obi-wan had bumped into him was because the alien had been dancing so close, “not interested.”


However, that was just the start of the offers. Next, Obi-wan found himself wedged between two beings with four arms each. And none of those arms were keeping their hands to themselves. With much effort, the Jedi Knight managed to pry himself from their grasp, though they didn’t let him leave without at least three gropes on the ass. His most sorry predicament, however, came from when he accidentally danced into a life form with three legs and strong urge to grind against the Jedi Knight. By the time he was able to get away, his legs were shaking and he could feel the tip of his cock coated in pre-cum.


He was just about to make his way off the dance floor to get a drink when he turned around and ran straight into the very large chest of a very large humanoid form. The reptilian creature also had a very large bulge under the tight cloth it chose to masquerade as pants. Obi-wan chuckled nervously, backing up slowly as he imagined just how painful it would be to have to sleep with something like that. Slowly, the Jedi turned around and started to walk away. But he could hear the big thing following. Shit. He really didn’t want to be thrown out of the place for starting a fight.


That’s when another human sidled up next to him, throwing an arm around his shoulders as if they had always been casual friends. Obi-wan had just thrown him a look, about to open his mouth when the other man spoke, “It’s best to turn down their interests early in the game. The Crokains are not the brightest of species, but they are the most relentless.”


Eyebrow raised in question, the Jedi Knight decided to let this little charade play out. Sure enough when he turned around after they had walked a couple paces together, the big reptilian creature was gone. Relieved, Obi-wan turned to the man, but once again the other beat him to the punch, “You can thank me by having a drink with me.”


Not entirely sure, Obi-wan caste another look back into the crowd. However, when he found the eyes of the Crokain watching them, he decided maybe the offer wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Nodding, the Jedi followed the dark haired man to a booth.


“What’ll it be?” The man asked him, green eyes curious.


“Just water will be fine.” Obi-wan replied, taking a seat across from him. His thoughts, however, were elsewhere. That itch he had been feeling was lessening. Perhaps this whole dancing idea had been a good thing after all.


The man was blabbing on and on so much about his life that Obi-wan hadn’t really noticed the drinks arriving until the other was pushing it to his side of the table. Taking the glass, Obi-wan looked at the man and said, “You know, I don’t even know your name.”


“Oh, didn’t I tell you?” The man asked, slightly embarrassed, “It’s Tuk. And yours?”


“Obi-wan.” The Knight replied absentmindedly, too busy gulping down his water to say much else. He hadn’t realized just how thirsty he had been. How long had he danced out there? A couple hours?


“It’s funny, you don’t see much Jedi in dance clubs and bars these days.” Tuk commented.


Obi-wan arched his brow, then remembered what he was wearing, “I’m that obvious, huh?”


“Like a neon sign.” Tuk chuckled, but then suddenly turned serious, his gaze over Obi-wan’s shoulder, “We should probably go. Your friend looks like he’s been thinking things over and is coming back.”


The Jedi turned around, eyes widening slightly as he noticed the reptilian creature headed his way. Tuk grabbed Obi-wan’s wrist, his voice low, “Quick, come with me. I know a place we could take refuge until he loses interest.”


It took all the Jedi Knight’s will to not complete the knee-jerk reaction of tossing the man that the sudden wrist hold had brought on. When the words registered, Obi-wan nodded once and they were sprinting off down one of the club’s corridors. Both out of breath once they reached a room, Obi-wan let the other man close the door as he plopped down on the couch. This whole lack of sleep must be really hitting him harder than he realized. Tuk had his ear pressed against the door for a couple minutes before he finally breathed out, “Okay, I think we lost him.”


Obi-wan didn’t mind when Tuk sat down on the floor. Hey, more couch space for him. But what he did mind was when the other man’s hands were suddenly unzipping the Jedi Knight’s pants.


“What do you think you’re doing?” The Jedi Knight demanded, grabbing the offending wrist.


“Please, you’re tense. You’re tired. I can see it. Just, just let me help you.” The man pleaded, green eyes looking up at him from under his mop of black curls.


“You think just because you helped me out, which I am grateful for, you can just help yourself to whatever you please?” Obi-wan questioned, his voice getting a little heated.


“No, of course not. Please. Just let me help, Obi-wan. This is my way of thanking you for your time.”


“My… time?” Obi-wan asked, confused. His grip on the wrist loosened.


“You’re a Jedi, right? It’s what I’ve always wanted to be. And to meet one face to face is an honor. Please, let me help you sleep.” Tuk pleaded again.


The Jedi Knight frowned in thought. Well, he hadn’t been with someone else in a long time. And perhaps a good old hand job would do the trick of erasing all traces of that itch in the back of his skull. It’s not as if Tuk hadn’t helped him out earlier as well.


Letting go of the man’s wrist, Obi-wan shrugged, if this was really what the man wanted, “Go for it.”


In the blink of an eye, Obi-wan was gripping the couch on either side of his, panting. He really hadn’t done this in a long time. Not only that but old Tuk there seemed to be going at it like a pro, his hand dancing up and down the Jedi’s rod like their was no tomorrow. But no matter how the man did it, it just didn’t feel right.


“Wait, I change my mind.” Obi-wan grunted.


But Tuk was acting like a man on a mission. Pumping the Jedi Knight for all he was worth.


“Stop.” The Jedi Knight demanded, really not looking forward to teaching the guy the hard way, “I’m warning you. Stop now.”


Then, all of a sudden, the man did stop. But it wasn’t because of Obi-wan. He had his hand around his neck, as if fighting some invisible enemy. Obi-wan watched wide-eyed as the man was lifted in the air, choking. Just as abruptly as the attack had begun, it ended with the man being thrown bodily across the room. Straight into the wall.


It was when the Knight returned his vision ahead of him that it all became clear. A black hooded figure stood in the open doorway, his tattoos gleaming in the candlelight. His gloved hand was outstretched to the side, fingers curled in the direction of the fallen male, as if he wished to continue the use of the Force to pulverize his remains.


The voice from the new figure growled slowly, his focus on the unconscious man on the ground, “The man said stop.”


Obi-wan’s voice came out of a suddenly dry throat as those golden orbs turned back on him, “Maul…”


It really was the Sith Lord. He had Obi-wan’s forgotten outer robe, the gloved hand it was in giving off a characteristic not far from strangulation. Taking in the menacing cloaked figure in the doorway with widened blue eyes, the Knight could sense the rolls of anger emanating from the stiff form. When his blue orbs traveled back up to connect with narrowed golden, Obi-wan forced his parched throat to swallow nonexistent saliva as he gulped. Maul looked… extremely… pissed off.

-o-o-o-

Darth Maul stepped into the establishment, ignoring the sound of the bouncer whimpering in pain from his broken hand. It wasn’t the Sith’s fault that the man didn’t know who he was dealing with. Said he’d be bad for business or some crap like that. Of course, it wasn’t the man’s fault that he had the Jedi’s scent on him. Then again, it also wasn’t Maul’s fault the bouncer didn’t know how to shake hands like a real man. Too bad about all those fingers.


The Sith Lord scanned the room, everyone too busy to notice the commotion in the front. The front door had shut closed anyway. Closing his eyes, Maul sniffed the air for a moment before he locked his sights on a single table. In an instant he knew the man sitting there wasn’t who he was looking for, but something at the table was. Grabbing the article of clothing, the Sith Lord simply shoved the man’s face away with his free hand when he tried to protest, walking off without a second glance.


Darth Maul could smell the Jedi Knight’s scent all over some of the dancers. Something was wrong. He needed to find Obi-wan now. He didn’t have time for anything else. He couldn’t feel the Jedi through the Force. That thought alone made the Sith Lord clench his jaw so hard he swore he could taste blood. Since he couldn’t use the Force, he simply fell back on his other senses. Gritting his teeth, he filed away their profiles in his mind so he could track them all down later and kill them.


He found the most recent trail and followed it down a corridor. The scent of cinnamon was getting stronger. But there was another scent. Another person. And both led him to a room. Getting angrier by the second, the Sith was just about ready to explode when he heard Obi-wan gasping and demanding for the other person to stop. His fist clenched uncontrollably as he felt his primal side surging to the forefront. Once through the door, he had just barely enough control to keep from spraying the man’s guts in front of and all over the Jedi Knight, because something told him that would be a really bad idea.


Glaring at the unconscious body, wishing he could just tear the stranger limb from limb right there, Darth Maul growled, “The man said stop.” His outstretched hand clenched and unclenched as he fought with the desire for bloodshed.


When the Sith Lord turned his gaze towards the Jedi Knight, he couldn’t help the slight smirk that came to his lips. Obi-wan was a sight to behold, even with his mouth gaping open like a fish out of water. When the Knight said the Sith’s name, Maul couldn’t help the pleased shiver that ran down his spine.


But the Sith Lord was still pissed off. And the little Jedi had a lesson to learn.


-o-o-o-

Obi-wan definitely did not like the look on the Sith Lord’s face. Embarrassed already by the predicament the Sith had found him in, the Jedi Knight tripped over his tongue slightly as he stood, trying to zip his pants back up, “M-maul…” He immediately cleared his throat, trying to make his tone stern, “What are you doing here?”


The only reply was Maul’s angry breaths in the silent room and tense room, a warning growl in his throat.


As Obi-wan looked into those feral eyes, he realized just how deep in trouble he was. The Sith looked very angry, his form posed to strike even as he stalked predatorily towards the Jedi.


Maybe the Sith had changed his mind. Maybe he wanted the Jedi dead now. Obi-wan had no idea. Immediately, the Knight forgot about zipping up his pants and went on the defensive, preparing to divert the Sith’s attack so he could bolt out the door for a better fighting location. This space was too limited and enclosed.


“I don’t know what I did to piss you off so much, but maybe we could just talk about it.” Obi-wan stated aloud, ever the peacemaker.


But Maul just growled furiously, “Did you forget?”


“Wha-?” Obi-wan was about to ask.


His eyes flickered to the brown robe as it fell from the Zabrak’s hands. But that was just the opening the Sith was looking for. He was like a red and black blur through the air, tackling the Jedi and pinning him to the couch. The Knight was taken by surprise, but he wasn’t slow. He prepared for instant retaliation and launched a repulsion wave through the Force. But… nothing happened.


Frowning, Obi-wan tried again but with the same results. The Sith Lord’s angry golden eyes narrowed as he growled, “Drugged?”


The Jedi Knight’s eyes widened in realization. The water!


Ever the resourceful one, he reached down his belt for his weapon. But the Sith Lord was faster. Obi-wan felt dwarfed as he sunk into the couch, Maul’s lean muscled form crouching over him, power and danger rolling off him in waves. One of Maul’s hands held a fistful of the front of Obi-wan’s shirt, helping hold the Jedi in place as well as pinning him down. One of the Jedi’s feet touched the floor, but with the knee the Sith Lord had positioned between the Knight’s legs, Obi-wan was pretty much trapped. The Sith had better leverage, a better position, and the use of the Force. Not to mention his other hand held the Jedi’s light saber.


Obi-wan refused to close his eyes to the inevitable. He waited for the burn of the energy blade to plunge through his heart. But to his utter shock and surprise, the Sith Lord simply tossed the weapon away over his shoulder. Though he no longer had it in his sights, he heard it land with a ‘clank’ on the floor, skidding for a few moments before crashing into some corner somewhere. With that final sound, the Jedi Knight felt his hopes fall, but he wasn’t one to cower against the inevitable. Gripping the hand that held his shirt, Obi-wan demanded, “What do you want, Maul?”


There were a million things the Sith Lord could have said. That he wanted to rip the offending human from limb to limb. That he had been tracking the Jedi’s movements painstakingly over the course of the weeks, bitter that he never came in time for the attacks, but proud that his Jedi could stand his own ground and won each time. He could have said those things, but he didn’t. His senses were ruling him now. He sniffed out the copper tang in the air, using his free hand to grip the Knight’s sleeve.


Before Obi-wan’s confused and frowning gaze could formulate itself into a verbal question, the Sith had ripped the sleeve off from his stitched hem. This angered the Jedi to no end, “What, in Creator’s name, are you…”


But the Jedi Knight’s words trailed off as he watched, entranced as the Sith took an obvious interest to the new wound he had there from one of the assassination attempts. Obi-wan hardly blinked as the black and red tattoed menace lowered his head, sniffing the long scar. The Jedi opened his mouth to protest but could only shudder when he felt Maul’s tongue experimentally darted out to taste the wound.


“I was sure I made myself clear before,” Obi-wan was a little shaken from the Sith’s presence and actions, but he forced his tone to be serious as he continued, “so thank you for the help, but I can take it from here. I think it is best that you leave.”


Still, the Zabrak said nothing, but he did lower his sights. Simultaneously the Sith’s free hand traveled towards the unzipped pants. It was tainted from the previous encounter. It was up to Maul to cleanse it from his Jedi.


Renewing his struggles, Obi-wan tried to stop the hand, only to earn a furious snarl from the feral beast above him. That was when the Jedi Knight realized he was not dealing with Maul, but rather his primal essence. His animal side. Obi-wan froze as the Sith Lord leaned forward, teeth slightly bared. Slowly, the Jedi turned his head to the side, trying to avoid eye contact. Who knew if that would only further enrage him. Instead of biting, the Sith inhaled deeply through his nose. The Sith Lord was… smelling him.


Completely perplexed, Obi-wan had no idea what to make of the situation. But soon his thinking was thrown out the window as the Zabrak’s firm hand pulled out Obi-wan’s vulnerable cock. Praying to the Creator that the Sith wasn’t about to castrate him, the Jedi Knight slowly tried to pull himself backwards off the couch by somehow maneuvering himself over the armrest. But before he could get anywhere with that plan, Maul fixed his hardened gaze into Obi-wan’s slightly terrified blue orbs.


The Jedi had one warning as the Sith repeated, “Mine.”


Then Obi-wan’s world exploded in pleasure. Gasping, the Jedi lost all strength in his arms as the Sith Lord started fisting him. He sunk back into the couch, breath coming in hard and fast. Nothing about Maul’s actions was slow or steady. This was all too fast for the helpless Jedi Knight to process. Those skilled tattooed fingers found all the right places to stroke. The right speed. The right pressure. And like a tightly bound ball of yarn, Obi-wan was quickly unraveling.


The ebony clothe fell like a curtain around the two, draping off of Maul’s taut shoulder blades. Through glimpses when Obi-wan could actually pry his eyes open, he saw those golden orbs watching him, drinking in every last detail. The Jedi could feel his face heat up at the realization. He bit his lip to stifle any sounds he would make, but the Sith Lord wasn’t having any of that. Maul alternated between teasing the head and pumping the shaft, making sure to run a thumb slick from pre-cum along the sensitive vein. Obi-wan couldn’t help it. He cried out in pleasure, writhing in the couch as he grabbed hold of the cushions. He felt like he was going to explode.


Against his wishes, he felt his hips pumping up and down in rhythm with Maul’s fist. He couldn’t stop himself. It felt so good. All the movement was pulling his pants down farther and farther, exposing his ass to the heated air. His body trembled and his cock leaked, providing further lubrication for Maul’s talented hand. Obi-wan tried to hold back a moan, but Maul noticed and skillfully drew it out, playing with the Jedi’s cock once more before returning to the powerful pumping.


“I- I can’t.” Obi-wan moaned, perspiration spotting his brow.


The Sith Lord licked his lips in anticipation. The Jedi Knight was close. He pumped faster, making the Jedi beneath him gasp for breath. Obi-wan didn’t know just how good he looked, ass and cock bared to the world. His uncontrolled hip motions had also pushed his shirt up, allowing some of the Knight’s sweat-covered toned abs to shine in the candlelight. Maul’s own shaft was so hard right now it hurt, but he could wait his turn. The body beneath him was tensing. The boy was ready, if only he would stop holding himself back.


The Sith Lord used the finger of his other hand to rub on the cum-covered slit of the Jedi’s cock, not pausing in his increased pumping tempo. Groaning uncontrollably, the Jedi Knight barely noticed when the hand groped his ass. Maul could see the Jedi Knight battling with his own will, but it was a lost cause. The Sith Lord’s teeth gleamed in the light, “Cum for me, Jedi…”


“I can’t.” Obi-wan gasped, gripping the cushions so hard they almost tore.


“Don’t fight it. Cum.” Darth Maul offered, waiting for the spark of resistance that was sure to flare up.


Obi-wan’s eyes shot open, burning blue locking onto Maul’s flaming golden.


“I won’t!” Obi-wan replied defiantly.


The Sith Lord smirked in satisfaction. Perfect. Now that he had his attention…


Maul growled low in promise, making sure he kept those eyes on his, “You will.”


Without warning, Maul took his other cum-covered hand and plunged his slick digit into the Jedi’s ass. Unprepared for the small intrusion, Obi-wan couldn’t hold back the orgasm any longer as his whole body exploded from the pleasure overload. His toes curled and his back arched all the way up as he came, sperm shooting out in such strong bursts it almost hurt. The Jedi felt all the tension and heat that had coiled inside stream out, his muscles tensing as the orgasm ripped through his body.


Obi-wan moaned over and over again as he came, not realizing that as he did, he was saying Maul’s name. The Sith Lord growled appreciatively, milking the Jedi’s cock for all it was worth. He even slid the cum-slick finger in and out of the Knight’s anus a little bit. This caused Obi-wan to jerk and gasp as a few more spurts came out of his cock, his body trembling afterwards from so much release.


His lesson done with, Maul was content with crouching over his prey, watching the little Jedi struggle with the emotions flitting through his features. Disbelief. Satisfaction. Turmoil. Anger. Distrust. But what won over all of them eventually was exhaustion. Obi-wan battled his eyelids as they drooped closed. He couldn’t sleep, couldn’t let his guard down, with his enemy so near!


“Sleep.” The Sith Lord purred, finding satisfaction in the anger that flashed through those blue orbs before the Jedi finally lost the battle. With an agitated, sleep laden sigh, Obi-wan’s head drooped against the couch as his body gave itself over the much needed realm of unconsciousness.


Looking down at his straining erection, the Sith Lord gave a sigh of his own. As much as he wanted to simply pound into his tight little Jedi’s ass, he wouldn’t. Tonight had been a lesson. He had to scourge the other’s scent and touch off of what was his. The Sith’s own bodily pleasures would come soon enough. In the meantime, he would simply find some other creature to fuck in this establishment.


However, first things first…


Darth Maul grabbed the human off the ground by his curly black hair, which woke him instantly. Dragging him out of the room so as not to wake the Jedi Knight, Maul growled menacingly, “Now, you are going to tell me exactly WHY you decided to drug what belongs to me…”


Though nothing would save the creature from his fate.