Requiem of Desire
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,768
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1
Recommended:
0
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Requiem of Desire
Title: Requiem of Desire
Author: Kat Andre
Rating: NC-17 Warning on the summary apply.
Description: Set after TPM in Obi's POV. Obi-wan turns to the Dark side when his love for Qui-gon is not returned and Anakin seems more important to the Order. This is a DarkObi fic. Some language.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Characters aren’t mine. They belong to Lucas. I just play. YAOI. No suing please. All you’ll get is my bills and debt.
I am a review whore. I can't get better if I dunno what's wrong. Also happy with knowing if I did well:} Betas welcome.
/--used in place of bold print
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"How could he?" I rail angrily at the nightscape of Couracsant, "He /knows that I am not ready to face the Trials! I /know/ I'm not. I can't function without him!" I hear the door slide open and an all too familiar presence enters. I stiffen stubbornly against the gentle calm assaulting my anger.
“You can stop now. It won’t work,” I snap out.
I hear a tired sigh, as if a silent reprimand of my “immature” actions and words. I keep my face averted as I snort mentally. Ever the child to you, huh, Master. Now you decide to cut me loose. To unburden you? Don’t you know I love you? Of course not. It’s against the Code. A Jedi must not know love. I guess I’ve failed you. That was why you’re taking on that Skywalker child isn’t it? To shove away you’re failure to keep from me tainting your precious Ani? Hn. Have you seen the Darkness clouding his mind? No, you’re blind. Of course you can’t see. You can’t even see the Darkness skirting my heart. You almost died, but when you woke up in the bacta tank I could already feel my heart breaking. You were thinking of him. Of Skywalker.
“Pad…Obi-wan, is everything all right?” you ask, thinking I’ll just turn and smile saying, “Yes, Master, everything is fine.” I won’t. Of course it isn’t all right. You are standing at my elbow as your breath stirs my hair slightly. If only I could feel your touch, taste your kiss just one… NO!!!! A Jedi /must not know love! I feel that caress you give to comfort me against my cheek, like you did in what I thought were your final moments. That’s when I know real pain. Not the physical just got thrown through the ringer pain. No this is a deep heart wrenching pain. I ache to lean into that touch like a cat starved for attention, but I remain stiff and unresponsive. A Jedi must not know love, but it’s so damn hard to forget. I five in a little, hoping you’ll see. I tug on your tunic so you can gather me in your arms like a child, helpless. You carry me to the bed and hold me close as you shrug off your cloak. You used to do this after our first real mission when the nightmares wouldn’t cease. Was that so long ago? You take off my boots and shirt. I shiver. You hold me closer , thinking I’m cold. I don’t care as I wrap my arms around your neck, burying my fingers in your hair.
You don’t think anything of it do you? My silent, blind Master. You will always be. You don’t even suspect anything when I nuzzle your neck like a tired child. I inhale your scent. Spices, musk, and a distinct scent only you have. Your eyes, such a clear blue. I could gaze in them forever, drowning in you. Oh, those gentle eyes soften at my lost expression. A Jedi /must not know love. Fuck it. Just this once I’m ignoring that rule. Just this once I’m not going to act like a moronic robot. I don’t know what your expression is when I close my eyes and kiss you. I can feel your body answer my siren’s call. Oh, yes! This is better than I imagined. I twist my hips so I’m straddling you. You shiver but remain stiff. Though your body betrays you, you remain steadfast. I know a few tricks I had read about and heard of. I sit closer so you can feel my desire. The shivers become trembles, but more violent. You are weakening. I wrap my legs around you and press even closer, feeling your tell-tale bulge even you can’t will away. I nip at your lower lip, catching it in my teeth and tugging your mouth open. You can barely bit back a moan. I slip my tongue into the moist cavern in your mouth and taste heaven. Honey and spring, sweet and new. You taste of bright futures and happy endings. I moan softly as I kiss you slowly, yet hungrily.
It seems, my master, my love, that I will always be hungry for you I don’t feel you lay me down, but I do feel you push me away. I whimper at the loss of your warm body. It’s lose to you as you turn away, to my amusement, a bit unsettled.
“We can’t do this, Obi-wan. Not only is it against the Code….It’s .. it’s against me.” He turns to look into my eyes. He sees the pain. The bombshell has dropped. And eradication of my hopes, dreams, everything.
“Damn you!” I say in a guttural growl, “And damn your Council! Damn your Code!”
“Obi-wan, they are also yours. You don’t mean that,” He says softly, as if I’m an errant child. I look at my lightsaber, the symbol of what I wanted to become. I grasp it in my hand, feeling the weight of it familiar but alien now, before I slam it against the Dura steel wall. It shatters in my hand, the crystal embedding deep into my hand. It somehow survived. That’s when I truly knew and felt hate. The pieces stuck in my hand embedded more as I clenched my fists, blood pooling around my feet as I stand.
You are afraid. My dear stoic master is afraid. “Not any more, Qui-gon Jinn,” I reply coldly, icy cold seeping into my words. I start to walk around him when he grabs my arm. “Obi-wan, please,” he pleads so sweetly. The soft, choked whisper does nothing to ease the pain and hatred darkening my heart. The Darkness seeps in as I yank my arm out of his grasp and sneer. He can sense the Darkness now. It permeates the room suffocating him, frightening him. I savagely kiss him, biting his lips for effect and drawing blood. “Goodbye, Qui-gon,” I croon into his ear, “May flights of angels bring you to your rest as devils bring me mine[1].” I turn and storm out, feeling quite good about myself. At least I got out my feelings. Who says revenge isn’t sweet. I taste his blood on my lips and lick it off. So sweet, so pure. The opposite of the creature I’ve become.
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[1] twisted rendition of the quote used in Interview With the Vampire.
I am such a bitch.
Author: Kat Andre
Rating: NC-17 Warning on the summary apply.
Description: Set after TPM in Obi's POV. Obi-wan turns to the Dark side when his love for Qui-gon is not returned and Anakin seems more important to the Order. This is a DarkObi fic. Some language.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Characters aren’t mine. They belong to Lucas. I just play. YAOI. No suing please. All you’ll get is my bills and debt.
I am a review whore. I can't get better if I dunno what's wrong. Also happy with knowing if I did well:} Betas welcome.
/--used in place of bold print
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"How could he?" I rail angrily at the nightscape of Couracsant, "He /knows that I am not ready to face the Trials! I /know/ I'm not. I can't function without him!" I hear the door slide open and an all too familiar presence enters. I stiffen stubbornly against the gentle calm assaulting my anger.
“You can stop now. It won’t work,” I snap out.
I hear a tired sigh, as if a silent reprimand of my “immature” actions and words. I keep my face averted as I snort mentally. Ever the child to you, huh, Master. Now you decide to cut me loose. To unburden you? Don’t you know I love you? Of course not. It’s against the Code. A Jedi must not know love. I guess I’ve failed you. That was why you’re taking on that Skywalker child isn’t it? To shove away you’re failure to keep from me tainting your precious Ani? Hn. Have you seen the Darkness clouding his mind? No, you’re blind. Of course you can’t see. You can’t even see the Darkness skirting my heart. You almost died, but when you woke up in the bacta tank I could already feel my heart breaking. You were thinking of him. Of Skywalker.
“Pad…Obi-wan, is everything all right?” you ask, thinking I’ll just turn and smile saying, “Yes, Master, everything is fine.” I won’t. Of course it isn’t all right. You are standing at my elbow as your breath stirs my hair slightly. If only I could feel your touch, taste your kiss just one… NO!!!! A Jedi /must not know love! I feel that caress you give to comfort me against my cheek, like you did in what I thought were your final moments. That’s when I know real pain. Not the physical just got thrown through the ringer pain. No this is a deep heart wrenching pain. I ache to lean into that touch like a cat starved for attention, but I remain stiff and unresponsive. A Jedi must not know love, but it’s so damn hard to forget. I five in a little, hoping you’ll see. I tug on your tunic so you can gather me in your arms like a child, helpless. You carry me to the bed and hold me close as you shrug off your cloak. You used to do this after our first real mission when the nightmares wouldn’t cease. Was that so long ago? You take off my boots and shirt. I shiver. You hold me closer , thinking I’m cold. I don’t care as I wrap my arms around your neck, burying my fingers in your hair.
You don’t think anything of it do you? My silent, blind Master. You will always be. You don’t even suspect anything when I nuzzle your neck like a tired child. I inhale your scent. Spices, musk, and a distinct scent only you have. Your eyes, such a clear blue. I could gaze in them forever, drowning in you. Oh, those gentle eyes soften at my lost expression. A Jedi /must not know love. Fuck it. Just this once I’m ignoring that rule. Just this once I’m not going to act like a moronic robot. I don’t know what your expression is when I close my eyes and kiss you. I can feel your body answer my siren’s call. Oh, yes! This is better than I imagined. I twist my hips so I’m straddling you. You shiver but remain stiff. Though your body betrays you, you remain steadfast. I know a few tricks I had read about and heard of. I sit closer so you can feel my desire. The shivers become trembles, but more violent. You are weakening. I wrap my legs around you and press even closer, feeling your tell-tale bulge even you can’t will away. I nip at your lower lip, catching it in my teeth and tugging your mouth open. You can barely bit back a moan. I slip my tongue into the moist cavern in your mouth and taste heaven. Honey and spring, sweet and new. You taste of bright futures and happy endings. I moan softly as I kiss you slowly, yet hungrily.
It seems, my master, my love, that I will always be hungry for you I don’t feel you lay me down, but I do feel you push me away. I whimper at the loss of your warm body. It’s lose to you as you turn away, to my amusement, a bit unsettled.
“We can’t do this, Obi-wan. Not only is it against the Code….It’s .. it’s against me.” He turns to look into my eyes. He sees the pain. The bombshell has dropped. And eradication of my hopes, dreams, everything.
“Damn you!” I say in a guttural growl, “And damn your Council! Damn your Code!”
“Obi-wan, they are also yours. You don’t mean that,” He says softly, as if I’m an errant child. I look at my lightsaber, the symbol of what I wanted to become. I grasp it in my hand, feeling the weight of it familiar but alien now, before I slam it against the Dura steel wall. It shatters in my hand, the crystal embedding deep into my hand. It somehow survived. That’s when I truly knew and felt hate. The pieces stuck in my hand embedded more as I clenched my fists, blood pooling around my feet as I stand.
You are afraid. My dear stoic master is afraid. “Not any more, Qui-gon Jinn,” I reply coldly, icy cold seeping into my words. I start to walk around him when he grabs my arm. “Obi-wan, please,” he pleads so sweetly. The soft, choked whisper does nothing to ease the pain and hatred darkening my heart. The Darkness seeps in as I yank my arm out of his grasp and sneer. He can sense the Darkness now. It permeates the room suffocating him, frightening him. I savagely kiss him, biting his lips for effect and drawing blood. “Goodbye, Qui-gon,” I croon into his ear, “May flights of angels bring you to your rest as devils bring me mine[1].” I turn and storm out, feeling quite good about myself. At least I got out my feelings. Who says revenge isn’t sweet. I taste his blood on my lips and lick it off. So sweet, so pure. The opposite of the creature I’ve become.
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[1] twisted rendition of the quote used in Interview With the Vampire.
I am such a bitch.