If it had missed

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Obi-wan woke with a start, his eyes taking in an unfamiliar room. He was appalled to find his tunic had been askew, baring his chest to the empty room. However, that was nothing compared to his pants hanging loosely around his knees.


Jumping up from the couch, the Jedi Knight hastily fixed his clothes, throwing on his brown robes over it all for good measure. Though how it had found its way to the floor, was a different question entirely. Kenobi swayed weakly on his feet, wondering where the dizzy spell had come from, when it all came rushing back to him.


Kenobi’s eyes widened.


The black-haired man. The Sith. Feral golden eyes. Possessive growling that sent shivers down to the bone. Heated caresses that burned his senses even now. Maul’s unusual obsession with licking.


Not to mention the best hand job he had ever received in his life.


Though… it had been so heated… so primal… that it seemed more than that. Obi-wan felt heat rise quickly to redden his face. What had he been thinking? How had he allowed such a thing to happen?


Drugged.


As if the heat growing inside him had been heading in that direction all along, Kenobi found himself suddenly filled with anger. He had been drugged. For whatever reason, that dark-haired man had drugged his water.


And Maul…


The Sith hadn’t even blinked to use that disadvantage against him. Clenching his teeth so hard it almost hurt, Obi-wan used the force to propel his discarded lightsaber from the corner of the room. Without even glancing at the projectile, he grabbed the weapon midair and stuffed it into the sheath, yanking the door open so hard it almost ripped off its hinges. With a dark expression, the Knight scoured the halls, all but drowning out the rhythmic beat that seemed to vibrate the very walls of the club.


Reaching out through the force, he sensed the dark presence of the Sith as easily as if it had been a bonfire in the middle of the night. Somehow, that only managed to further anger the Jedi Knight. Maul wasn’t even trying to cloak himself! Did he not believe Kenobi to be a threat?


He tracked the dark aura to a door that was slightly open. Hand on his saber, preparing to ignite the blade and rush in, Obi-wan’s icy eyes flashed upwards only to widen in shock. He froze in the doorway, mouth parting slightly as he forgot how to breath.


Through the crack in the door, he had a clear view of the Sith Master.


Sweat trickled down what exposed, tattooed muscles Obi-wan could see. The movements were rapid and obvious in their repetitive motions. The moment Kenobi caught sight of the second person, positioned underneath the Sith, it was as if his hearing came back with a vengeance. Loud moaning was coming from the stranger, while the Jedi could only hear grunts from Maul himself.


Forcing his eyes away from the pair, the Jedi shifted silently to take in the rest of the room. There were lumps of clothes scattered around the room. But the fact that they were so huge made Obi-wan look closer. And when they moved, he nearly jumped back. They were people! But why did they look so…


The Jedi Knight breathed in sharply. Had Maul… fucked all of them? There were… at least… a dozen of them…


…that Kenobi could *see*…


Obi-wan was so distracted, he didn’t notice his fingers loosening their grip until it was too late. With a loud clatter, his lightsaber fell to the ground.


Cursing silently, his blue eyes flicked from the saber on the ground, to the scene through the door. He prayed to the creator that the Sith hadn’t heard him. Then again, sometimes he wondered if whatever higher power was out there ever, EVER, heard him.


Feral eyes flashed upwards, the heat in the Sith’s gaze so strong, Obi-wan could only swallow thickly from his dry throat. What got to the Jedi the most was that Maul just kept fucking, even knowing that Kenobi was standing there. If anything, the Sith Master seemed to be driving into the unknown person harder than before.


Obi-wan’s hair raised on the back of his neck, heat pooling instantly between his legs. At the realization that this was affecting him at all, the Jedi felt his face redden uncontrollably.


Doing the first thing he could think of, Obi-wan shut the door quickly with the force. But it wasn’t before he caught the appreciative growl, and the smug smirk, emanating from the Sith.


Brows furrowing, Kenobi started walking away. With a single sweep of his arm, he caught his traitorous lightsaber and force pushed a large statue in front of the door. For good measure, he threaded the statue to the door with force webs.


“Sex fiend…” Obi-wan growled under his breath.


He’d like to see how long the Sith would take to get out of there.


Not sure whether it was anger, or another kind of frustration building up, the Jedi just shook his head and stepped up his pace. The farther away he was from the Zabrakian, the better he would feel.

-o-o-o-

Sitting in the pilot chair, warming up his small spacecraft’s engine, Obi-wan was just about to close the back hatch when he felt it.


Before he had even sprung out his chair, one hand on the top as he sailed over, his lightsaber was already out and sizzling. He was at the back ramp in the matter of seconds, slicing outwards in a horizontal arc, forcing the other to leap back.


“What are you doing here?” He bit out, tense as he watched the Sith like a hawk.


“What is that annoying phrase…?” Maul drawled out slowly, unfazed that he had come an inch from getting cut in two, “I… come in peace?”


“I fail to see how that applies in our present… situation.” Kenobi muttered.


“And here I thought the Jedi code-” The Sith began to say.


But Obi-wan interrupted with a fierce shake of his head, “I don’t care what the code dictates. You are not welcome here.”


The Sith Master revealed a flash of pointed teeth as he stated, “I sense great conflict in you, Jedi. But what, exactly, is it that your morals trouble you about?”


Uncalled for images of sweat and red and black tattoos flashed through Kenobi’s head. Attempting to push them away, Obi-wan said distractedly, “That… is none of your business.”


Maul lunged.


Slashing at a place the Sith Master had been a microsecond ago, Kenobi was disheartened to find Maul skillfully dodging under his second attack to come up and disarm him forcefully. His wrist stinging, Obi-wan found himself face to face with a snarling Zabrakian, his own lightsaber humming inches away.


“It becomes my business when you let your weaknesses, your fatigue, get in the way of defending yourself.” The Sith growled, posed as though ready to pierce the Jedi through his torso.


Through narrowed eyes, Obi-wan observed the Sith before him. He decided, at least momentarily, to ignore the fact that Maul had this insane idea he belonged to him and said instead, “I guess I should thank you for intervening last night, though I should also kill you for pressing what advantages you had over me in the events that followed.”


“Why lie to yourself, Jedi?” Maul demanded, relaxing his pose as he paced slowly in front of Kenobi, “I’ve seen you… sensed you… felt your reactions. You enjoyed what I did to you last night. Enjoyed what you… saw… moments ago.”


“You know nothing.” Kenobi retorted, “I do not know when you will get this through your thick skull. No matter what I find out with the Council, I am still a Jedi. You are still a Sith. Whatever it is that you’re scheming, whatever it is that you want, you need to understand that you are not going to get it.”


“Poor, naïve, Jedi.” Maul sighed, getting pleasure out of seeing Kenobi physically bristle at the statement, “Do you believe I got to this station out of luck? It was out of skill and pure, determined motivation. I always get what I want. Last night was just a sample.”


“What happened last night,” Obi-wan said sharply, “was the first and last of its kind. You will get nothing more out of me.”


Darth Maul let out a dark chuckle, “If that is what you choose –foolishly- to believe, why should I stop you?”


Kenobi clenched his teeth so hard, he almost swore they would fuse together. Why was the Sith so easily able to get a rise out of him? Letting out a frustrated sigh, Obi-wan forced himself to calm down.


Determined to show just how unafraid he was of Maul’s intrusion, he turned and headed back to the pilot’s chair, mentioning calmly, “I really don’t want to go through the process of finding another ship after I fight you, so would you save us both the trouble and leave, since that’s how everything will turn out anyway?"


“You trust far too easily…” The Sith’s voice was edged in anger.


Sitting down, Obi-wan replied, “If you were going to kill me, you would have tried a long time ago.”


The hairs on the back of Kenobi’s neck raised as he heard the Sith Master tread closer, almost too silent to hear. But the Jedi forced himself to remain calm, leaving a fraction of tension to get ready to move if need be. Maul said slowly, “Perhaps… I am merely biding my time…”


“If that were only true…” Kenobi sighed. If anything, it would put him on more familiar ground. He would rather be defending his life from Darth Maul than whatever new game it was that the Sith was trying to play.


“Enough talk, Jedi.” Maul said from somewhere behind Obi-wan, “The reason for my presence is that I have come to travel with you.”


“And in what universe would I ever agree to such an arrangement?” Obi-wan scoffed, turning in his chair to look at the Sith.


Darth Maul was leaning against the wall, deactivated saber twirling between his deft fingers, “The one where you realize if you don’t get enough sleep, it will only be a matter of time before you slip up, and the assassins will actually complete their mission.”


Obi-wan opened his mouth to protest, but Maul flicked his eyes up to glare at the Jedi Knight as he interrupted, continuing, “And if that reason isn’t enough to compel you to accept my presence, then perhaps you will think on this: Do you really want to keep looking over your shoulder for me *and* the assassins as well?”


Kenobi frowned, closing his mouth. He gave the Sith Master a curious look, “And why would that convince me to bring you along, exactly?”


“I will give you my word, I will be much more… amiable… should you agree. A sort of… truce, you could say.”


“And why should I trust you?” Obi-wan demanded, brow raised.


“Jedi…” Darth Maul smirked, tossing the saber from one hand to the other, “do you really have any other choice?”


Obi-wan was silent for a long time, pondering over all his options. But in the end, he knew the Sith was right. Unfortunately, from the smug look on Darth Maul’s face, he realized the Sith already knew what his answer would be.

-o-o-o-

Unexpected as it was, the Sith was actually true to his word.


While Kenobi couldn’t help remaining edgy around the other, Maul did manage to keep his hands, and everything else, to himself.


Still, Obi-wan kept his cabin door locked every night cycle and had the ship programmed to only take orders from the Jedi Knight himself.


It was after a few days of this that he noticed the Sith Master become more and more irritable. He didn’t talk much, but Kenobi did catch Maul watching him all the time. But since he did nothing more than that, the Jedi Knight couldn’t really kick him out for just observing.


Darth Maul had been so silent over the past couple days, it came as a shock when he actually came up to Kenobi and spoke, “We need to dock.”


Busying himself by looking over the holo-navigation charts, Obi-wan replied absentmindedly, “Why? We’re making good time.”


“Soon.” Maul added, as though the Knight hadn’t said anything.


Frowning, Obi-wan fixed Darth Maul with an incredulous look, repeating, “Why?”


Darth Maul merely stared at him.


Frustrated, the Jedi Knight stood and began walking over to him, “We can’t just dock for no reason. We’re going to lose more time and the sooner we get there, the sooner this is all over with. So unless you have a good reason, then I don’t see why-“


In the blink of an eye, Obi-wan found himself slammed hard against the wall, an enraged Sith Master pinning him down. Maul hissed, “Unless you are ready to *fuck*, I suggest you park this vessel in the nearest port. Otherwise I will break into your cabin and rape you in your sleep.”


Kenobi was stunned with Darth Maul’s blunt explanation. But the implications drove Obi-wan to counter with a sharp retort, “I would like to see you try.”


When he noticed the Sith trembling ever-so-slightly, face revealing his barely retained self-control, the Jedi Knight realized now was probably not the best time to be provoking the beast. But he would rather die than show weakness to his enemy.


Tense, Obi-wan waited for an explosive reaction, preparing to defend himself.


Which is why he was surprised when the Sith took a harsh breath and stepped back, freeing the Knight. Obi-wan could only stare as Darth Maul walked away, his demeanor composed once more.


He almost would have questioned if anything had really happened, if Maul hadn’t paused to say without glancing back, “This will be your only warning.”


Then the Sith slipped away down the corridor.


Obi-wan just stood there for a moment, staring the way Maul had left. The Sith couldn’t have been serious… could he?


Despite the internal war that raged, the most opposing forces being want, denial, and pride, Kenobi found himself walking back towards the nav charts. Sure enough, there was a planet close enough for them to reach within a couple hours.


Swallowing his pride, he changed the course of the ship. He wouldn’t want to risk this temporary alliance Maul had constructed.

-o-o-o-

Weeks had gone by and, strangely enough, their alliance held. However, Obi-wan noticed that their routine stops to sate Maul’s… cravings… were getting shorter and shorter. Where they were once able to go more than two weeks without stopping, Kenobi found it drastically reduced to only a couple days.


He was resting on his cot, catching up on some light reading, when he felt something change in the force. He was up in a second, body tensed, even as a black and red fist slammed through his door.


“Maul…” Obi-wan said low in warning, even as the door was ripped out, sparks flying.


Black robes billowed as the Sith walked silently through the new opening, unconcerned with the loose wires thrashing around dangerously.


“What are you doing?” The Jedi Knight demanded. But the Sith Master just kept walking towards him, his gaze unwavering.


Realizing a moment too late the seriousness of the situation, Kenobi reached out and force pulled his saber to him. But at the same time, Maul’s hand swept out and force-deflected the weapon halfway to its destination. Swearing aloud, Obi-wan aimed his hand towards the Sith before him instead. But there was a little glitch with the temporary truce they held. While it did make less for the Jedi Knight to worry about, with having one of his enemies near, it also made it less easy for Obi-wan to rest. A veil of fatigue still draped itself over the Jedi, stalling his reaction time. Needless to say, whatever move Kenobi made was countered. Why? Because Maul was faster.


The force blast skewed to the side, punching a dent in the wall, as Darth Maul knocked Obi-wan’s arm aside. Undeterred, the Jedi Knight threw a fist, which the Sith silently evaded as well. Obi-wan was just starting to get worried when he suddenly found himself thrown back on the cot, the wind knocked out of him. Now it was evident that he was completely screwed.


As the Sith pinned him down, Obi-wan felt the beginnings of panic lapping at his nerves. He didn’t understand how this could be happening. They had made a stop two days ago. It couldn’t possibly be getting this bad, could it?


Kenobi swore, knocking his head against the hard cot beneath him, as Maul grinded against him. The burst of pleasure quickly dispersed as Obi-wan forced himself to focus, glaring at the Sith above him as he warned, “I swear, Maul, you do this… and our truce is *over*.”


This seemed to snap the Zabrakian out of whatever had momentarily taken over his senses. But he was not pleased at all. Taking in their positioning and Obi-wan’s vulnerability, Maul dipped lower with a feral smirk, “You ever notice that itch in the back of your skull, Jedi? Ever wonder why it hasn’t come back in a while…?”


Before Obi-wan could ponder more on the subject, Darth Maul had gotten up, his cloak trailing behind him as he left the room.


Sitting up slowly, trying to get his heartbeat to slow down, Kenobi glared out the broken door, “You better find a way to get yourself under control, Maul…”

-o-o-o-

The same day they landed in the port of a nearby planet, Obi-wan supervising a hired technician as he replaced the broken door with a thicker, more durable one.


He wondered why Maul had said what he had said earlier. How had the Sith known about the strange itch? And what did it mean, exactly?


The Jedi Knight stared outside of the transport’s windows, out at the foreign view that greeted him. Already, Maul was gone longer than usual. Half of the day had passed. Kenobi was so lost in thought that he was surprised when the technician stood, commenting that he was finished. Thanking the man, the Jedi trailed him to the back end of the transport, stopping at the edge of the ramp.


Looking up, Obi-wan was shocked to find it was dark already. Had the whole day really gone by? Wondering what was taking the Sith so long, Kenobi shook his head and went back inside, closing the ramp. If Maul wanted in, he would just have to wait until the morning.

-o-o-o-

‘Jedi…’ Obi-wan woke with a start, the voice bringing a shiver down his spine.


It had almost sounded like the deep, throaty voice of someone in the room with him. But a close, albeit bleary-eyed, inspection of the room came up with nothing. Sending out a sweep through the force, Kenobi got up with an exasperated sigh. It seemed the Sith was back, and waiting impatiently outside the transport’s back door.


Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Obi-wan was too tired to get up the energy to be angry at the Sith Master for taking so long. Instead, he trudged wearily to the back of the ship, all but leaning entirely onto the latch to release the door. He turned without even waiting for it to fully lower and extend, intending to go right back to his room. However, the treading footsteps of two people made him curious. Pausing, Obi-wan turned to look.


Sure enough, the first person in his sights was Darth Maul, who just glowered at him and silently walked past. The second was a female stranger, a dark-haired beauty with charcoal outlined eyes. She slowed as she walked past, appraising him with a look, before winking and then following Maul to his assigned room. Something in him knew that woman was trouble, but if it would keep the Sith off of him, Kenobi didn’t really care.


Or at least, he didn’t think he would until he went back to his sleeping quarters. He had set the ship on autopilot first, feeling as though he was simply sleepwalking. Just when he was starting to drift back off to sleep, he heard the most disturbing noise. Frowning, Kenobi closed his eyes and concentrated, noticing that it was going at a constant rhythm. Then it hit him, his eyes widening even as he heard her voice, muffled though it was through the thick walls.


“Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me… fuck me!” She kept repeating, the rhythmic sound turning out to be the bed ramming into the wall.


He didn’t really know why he was surprised. So what if he was fucking the girl in his ship? He could wait it out until the morning.


Unfortunately, every time he believed they were done, the bed would just start off slowly once more. Each time they would get faster and louder. Kenobi couldn’t take it anymore. Trying his best not to think why she sounded like she was enjoying it so much, Obi-wan got off his cot and trudged wearily to the front of the ship.


It was the farthest away from the cabins as he could get, short of jumping into space.


Hopefully he could sleep just as well in the pilot’s chair as his own bed.

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