Falling

Revan looked at him. They'd talked about this, about the possibility the only way to destroy Palpatine would be to not do it as a Jedi. A more powerful Sith could force him out into the open and into submission, if not outright kill him. Neither of them had told the Council, or other knights, or even Obi Wan's own padawan. It was a last resort anyway, and it depended on everyone believing in the act.

Of course, now they were just about out of options. The Republic was now effectively under control of Palpatine, and it was clear he'd never give up his power. With so many Jedi dead or deserted, there was little the Council could do. Even if they had the firepower to march on the Senate and kill a Sith Lord beloved by the people he ruled, their hands were tied by the Code, by tradition. Revan's plan was dangerous, and would cause an awful lot of pain to all concerned, but to her, and her closest ally, it was starting to look like the only option.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this, Obi Wan?" Revan asked him. "I know you don't fear death, but this is a seriously painful way to go..."

He shook his head. "No, you're right. We're out of options, and out of time. Are you sure you can go through with it? All of it?"

She was silent for a moment. "Yes. That's maybe the hardest part... that I know so certainly that I can handle doing what's necessary for this to work."

"Then stop worrying about it," he said, leaning forward. "And let me enjoy this, one last time." His lips were suddenly pressed softly against hers, his coarse, yet soft beard brushing against her chin. She whimpered softly, her hand moving to the back of his head, encouraging him.

Robes were somehow loosened, removed, neither of them entirely sure whether it was done physicaly or through the Force, or even by which of them each piece was taken off. Obi Wan's hands explored her body hungrily, familiarily, as Revan caressed his own chest, pushing him down to the bed.

Her hands slid slowly, caressingly up his arms, he didn't even notice his arms being raised above his head until he felt the soft texture of someone's belt sash around his wrists, tightening and holding them above his head. Despite himself, despite knowing why she'd restrained him, he couldn't keep his body from getting a bit of a thrill off of it. She was straddling him now, just the last layer of clothing on, the sheer white tunic that would cover her to mid-thigh if she were standing.

She leaned down, nuzzling his chest, feeling him start to harden against her belly. Revan decided to let go of her planning for a few minutes, enjoy just a few moments more of light and joy. She let herself get lost in the softness of his skin over firm, developed muscles, the familiar scent that still made her heartbeat race even after all this time.

Moving up, she buried her nose in his hair, working down to his neck, kissing the soft skin, making him twitch slightly, his breathing quickening, his heart pounding under her chest. Her hand slid down his chest, reaching between them and stroking his length lightly, making him gasp, pushing up against her.

Revan smiled, kissing him full on now, tongue teasing his lips, gently nipping him as she felt like it, her hand increasing in pressure a little, her strokes becoming more firm and purposeful. Obi Wan couldn't hold back a light moan, his hips jerking helplessly against her hand. They had been together years, ever since they'd both finally healed from the death of Qui Gon. It could be argued that their coming together had finished the healing process, even. However someone looked at it though, it came down to the fact that they knew each other intimately, both a physical and a Force bond so tight that it surpassed even the strongest bond between any living Master and Apprentice. Even with the dark knowledge that surrounded both of them now, it couldn't stop the intense arousal building in them both.

She slid down, her kisses travelling down his neck and over his chest, dropping ever lower, teasing his sensitive ribs, his stomach, sliding to the side and working all down one hip, making him groan with frustration as she completely avoided where he wanted her mouth. He reflexively tried to reach for her, straining against his bound wrists, relaxing after a moment. She'd strengthened the tie with the Force. There was no way he'd break it without her letting him.

Suddenly, she pulled one of his legs to the side, tying it in place, pushing the other one wide too, distracting him by licking lightly high up the inside of his thigh as she secured his second leg. Obi Wan squirmed slightly, feeing suddenly exposed and vulnerable, but the sensation only increased his arousal as she slid back up, her body brushing sensually against his the whole way up until she lay lightly on him, most of her weight supported by her arms.

Her eyes studied him intently, letting her emotions wash through her body as she started to gently rub her core over his shaft, making his grey eyes flutter closed. She immersed herself in love and lust and desire and trust, opening herself to it, feeling the truth of the emotions. Then, just as she slid a bit forward, letting the tip of him push against her entrace, slowly slipping inside, her mind forced itself to pull away from the tempting, enjoyable warmth of their shared delight.

It wasn't that she stopped enjoying herself, she definately let the deeply satisfying feeling of him inside her flow through her body. But her mind started to plan, started thinking. She heard the stuffy Council members declaring to younglings that passion, that attatchment were forbidden, concentrating on that betrayal, instead of calmly disagreeing with it like she usually did.

As Obi Wan moved beneath her, the litttle he could with being restrained so tightly, she looked down at him, her hips moving in an easy, almost lazy rhythm up and down, riding him. She slid one hand down behind her, shifting her body sightly and pressing one finger against his hole. He jerked, understandably. Although he once enjoyed playing with anal sex, he hadn't really explored it much since Qui Gon's death all those years ago, and his muscles were tight, unused to it.

Revan didn't wait too much for him to adjust, forcing her finger in, making him gasp, his body trying unsuccessfully to pull away. Her other hand rose slightly, and with the feather-light touch of the Force, Obi Wan's saber smacked into her palm. He looked up at the sound, his eyes widening at the sight of the slender but hard and unyielding shaft that she was now licking slowly, wetting it.

He watched her, eyes following her tongue's progress along the deadly weapon's hilt. With the additon of a second finger forced inside him, his mind went momentarily blank, concentrating on trying desperately to relax the tight ring of muscle she was roughly starting to stretch. Her fingers withdrew abruptly, so fast as to be almost painful. "You aren't going to do what I think you're doing with my saber, are you?" he asked, somewhat nervously. All those ridges and sharp edges were going to hurt.

She looked down at him, pulling the saber out of her mouth with a wet sounding pop. "It's not like you're going to get any other use out of it now." Any other time, it would have sounded out of character, harsh for her to say. But already, her face was subtly different, eyes a shade paler blue than he remembered, her expression a cold, calculating one he hadn't seen since she was a padawan so long ago, fighting Darth Maul in revenge for their much-loved master. He shivered, feeling the cold, wet hardness of his saber pushing against him.

Despite his mind rationally telling him that he needed to relax, he tightened up reflexively, his body not likeing the idea of what was about to come. Revan forced the saber in anyway, his moan taking on a pained, higher pitch as she did. The intrusion felt almost like she'd just turned on the blade, burning her way in, although he knew it was just from the rough, unyielding penetration.

Looking at his face, Revan grinned, seeing the grimace of pain cross his usually calm, gentle features. It was easy, really, this whole turning dark thing. Once she started along the path, her thoughts obligingly started moving that way. And Obi Wan was really being very helpul with it, she felt his cock twitch, stiffening slightly with the burning, tearing intrusion. It was helpful for the moment to convince the still protesting part of her mind that he was enjoying it anyway.

Whether he enjoyed it himself or not was almost a moot point... the bond was so strong that her dominant emotions washed over him, her own arousal pushing his, so he wouldn't want to stop her even if he could. His hips bucked as she forced the saber deeper into him, pushing roughly against that nearly-forgotten spot inside him that made him see stars. The sensation brought him back to his apprentice days, although Qui Gon had never been so ruthless with him...

"Ahh, Obi Wan... you have no idea how pretty of a picture you make right now," Revan said, looking down at him, smiling coldlly. "The handsome, noble Obi Wan Kenobi, hero of the Republic, Master on the Jedi Council... tied down and fucked with his own lightsaber, and loving it. Quite delightful, really."

He writhed slightly, burning with embarassment at her words. It had been a long time since someone had managed to humiliate him, but she could get right under his mental armor the way nobody else could. Plus, it didn't help matters that everything she said was true. His cock was harder than ever as she rode it, making him ache for her to move faster. Her hand, stil holding his saber, started in on a solid, firm rhythm, making him moan, his hips bucking underneath her.

"I can only imagine what it would be like for you if someone came in and saw this," she mused, her eyes paled right to silver now as she worked her mind deeper and deeper into the Dark Side. "What about that pretty little apprentice of yours?"

His eyes did flash with fear now. "Ahsoka..." he breathed, clamping down on his bond with his apprentice. He knew it was too late, she'd heard him thinking about her, worrying, and was on her way. Before he could call out, telling her to not come in, Revan's hand shot down, squeezing his throat. It took several hours to suffocate a Jedi, of course, but killing him wasn't her intent, only stopping him from crying out loud.

Even if he reached out to her thought the Force, warning her away, she was too stubborn. She could feel his distress, and wouldn't leave him without at least seeing him now.

Revan pushed the door just a little open with the Force, so Ahsoka would have no reason to hesitate. It was a matter of just a few moments before the door burst open, the girl halfway across the room before she really noticed what was going on. The Tortuga stopped dead in her tracks, mouth hanging open, absolutely no idea of what to say or how to respond.

A jerk from the Force pulled her forward and shut the door. "Welcome Ahsoka," Revan said, looking over her shoulder, smiling as if nothing were out of the ordinary. "How are your studies going?"

"What... what are you DOING?" she managed to squeak out. "Master?"

"Your Master and I are just having a little fun," Revan said, her eyes now flashing pale gold, her skin several shades lighter than it had been. "Why, did you want to join in?" The poor apprentice was around 14 or 15, barely old enough to comprehend normal sex, let alone the twisted version of what Revan was putting Obi Wan through. Hormones were still hormones though, and it's not like she didn't know they played with each other... a part of her was intrigued despite her shock.

Catching sight of the cruelly tight bonds, the real pain on his face, and the lightsaber being pounded relentlessly between his legs killed it cold though. The desperation in her Master's mind call was clear now, he'd wanted her to stay away, not see this indignity. The Tortuga girl shrank back against the wall, paralyzed for the moment.

Revan grinned, sensing the horror in her mind, and the burning shame and sorrow in Obi Wan's. It fed her now, feeling that sort of emotion, and she was enjoying letting her mind drink it up, her soul sucking up every scrap of it, like a captive Kath Hound presented with its first taste of blood since puppyhood.

Craving more of it, she removed her hand from his throat. While he coughed and gasped for air, her fingers ran down his neck and chest in what looked like a caress. Following her fingertips though were sparks of Force Lightning, the small blue arcs running along his skin, turning Obi Wan's gasping into a breathless scream.

"Don't! Stop hurting him!" Ahsoka pleaded, huddled against herself in a ball, leaning on the wall behind her, terrified and helpless.

"Should I hurt you instead then?" Revan offered, flicking her hand almost negligently over at her, dropping the girl to the ground screaming with a single bolt of lightning.

"Leave her be, Revan!" Obi Wan yelled hoarsely. "Don't hurt her, please."

Revan looked back at him, an unholy grin on her face. "But I like hurting people. I like the way you scream... and the way it makes you only desire me more." Her hand flew out again, but rather than another bolt of lightning, her ceremonial Echani vibrosword flying to her hand. She brought it down in a carefully controlled slice, drawing a line of crimson diagonally across his arm.

Obi Wan screamed in pain, Ahsoka screamed in horror and sympathy, and Revan revelled in it, willing herself to embrace the Dark Side. The blade flashed again and again, drawing more paralell lines, cutting deep, staining the blade crimson and rendering Obi Wan's arm a useless piece of flesh before she started in on other parts. She reached behind her, grasping both legs, and squeezing, the Force enhancing her grip until she shattered both kneecaps, sending him into a wave of pure animal pain, wiping all thought from his mind.

Blood was trickling down, staining everything, splatting up onto her face and arms and body. Only now that he was bleeding out did his raging arousal start to flag, softening. The blade flashed again, down one cheek and through the eye. Twisting in agony, Obi Wan fought through it enough to scream out, "Run, Ahsoka! Get out of here!"

His torturer's hand belted him across the new wound, tearing it further, but Ahsoka's paralysis had been broken, the girl slicing open the locked door with her saber and fleeing the room. Revan let her go, part of her knowing that the sooner the Council found out what was going on the better, and the darker part of her secure in the knowledge that Ahsoka would feel the death blow wherever she was, and the things she'd witnessed would haunt her mind for years to come. The pain the apprentice would suffer from that would be worse than anything she could inflict right now.

He looked up at her, his half-blinded gaze clouded with pain and betrayal and disbelief, his good, light-side mind unable to fathom how she'd become so cruel so fast. He was prepared for his own pain and death, but involving his apprentice... that was a line he'd never expected her to cross. Revan stared down at him unblinking, her eyes deepening to gold as she experienced his pain and relished that she'd been the cause of it. Ignoring the part of her that was screaming for forgiveness, for this to stop, she smiled, bringing her vibroblade down in a viscious swing, the sharp blade slicing right through his neck, wedging in his spine.

She felt their link go dead as his spirit fled his wreck of a body, seeking the refuge of the Force. Ahsoka stumbled on her way to the Council chambers, a deep sob tearing from her lungs before she forced herself to move forward again, finally bursting into the room where most of the Council was present in a meeting. One look at her wild, haunted eyes and tear-stained face, and everyone present was on their feet. She managed to gasp out, "Revan.... My Master... she's killed him..." before breaking down into hysterical sobs.

Aayla, Yaddle and Yoda stayed behind to comfort her, the six other present Masters running at full tilt out of the room. Obi Wan's room was naturally the destination, and Kit, first through the doors, stopped dead, the wave of residual pain and lust and fear hitting him like a wall. The other five neatly sidestepped him as he went pale and fell back against the wall. Plo Koon looked like he was trying very hard not to throw up, and Luminara, her face paler than even her usual pallor, stepped forward and pulled Windu's long outer robe off of his shoulders, covering Obi Wan's wreck of a body, breaking everyone's horrified fixation.

It still took most of them a few moments to come back to reality, but Windu immediately let the horror and hate of what she'd done fill his mind, opening him to the Dark Side, knowing he'd need all the strength he could gather. He flung out with his senses, not bothering about subtlety, not needing it. Her presence, moving out of the temple rapidly, was shining like a beacon in the Force.

"She's a Consular by nature and she's fully immersed in the Dark Side," Kit warned as he headed out. "She can kill you with a glance now, be careful." Windu didn't give any outward sign he'd heard, running full tilt out of the Temple, but he bore the words carefully in mind as he headed after her.

The Force enhanced his speed, until he was moving as fast as she could, and he quickly overtook her, moving at fast, but normal human speeds. She'd taken the time to dress enough to go unnoticed through Coruscant, dark pants and a tunic, but not bothered with the whole set of Jedi robes. She turned to face him, hand raised, gold eyes narrowed, but he was too close. Her lightsaber flashed on in her other hand, but he ducked right under her guard, heedless of safety, and hit her hard in the jaw.

Her teeth clacked together, and her head snapped back. She stumbled slightly, dropping her saber harmlessly to the ground. Not giving her a Jedi-like chance to recover, he kept going, hitting her over and over until she was senseless on the ground, blood leaking from her mouth and red blotches showing where bruises would be raised on her too-pale skin.

The whole fight had taken less than five seconds, moving as fast as he had. That was good, because he'd been moving too fast for any of the very curious bystanders to see what had actually happened. He glanced around, but there were far too many for him to wipe the memory from them, so he settled for just picking her up and taking her inside before anyone could clearly make out what he'd done to her, her dropped saber in his hand.