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The Legend of the Darklighter
Title: The Legend of the Darklighter
Author: Anu (anubeta@lycos.com)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan (who else?)
Warning: AU. PWP. Mpreg. No sequel. Pregnant Qui.
Summary: There is a legend of the One who brought both peoples together, but he had to kill them both to do it. Written for the Mpreg Archive.
Obligatory Disclaimer: Lucas, I kiss your mighty ass.
Beta: Rivendell-Elf
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“Long ago, on a faraway planet that never had a name as long as its people lived there, there were humans.
They lived in two tribes, comprised entirely of a physical predilection for diurnality or noctournality. It was a genetic pattern, and as with all stagnated gene pools, doomed only to last a few generations before failing.
The diurnal tribe were called Daywalkers, and likewise, the nocturnal were called Nightwalkers. The two tribes rarely met, although they lived atop one another, and slept in the same caves during the night and day, each pretending independence of the other.
They occasionally met at dusk or dawn, and population-limiting battles always ensued, for the Daywalkers and Nightwalkers hated one another with a veangence.
Sometime in the thirty thousandth century since mankind left Earth, these people reached the end of their predoomed life cycle. The last generation without imbreeding was born. Continued breeding failed, and the genetically incompetent survivors of various diseases waited to die of age.
And then it happened. Like a human geonome constantly spinning to the left, stopping, and reversing, the Daywalkers and Nightwalkers did not die, after all. They gave way, instead, to a new breed that outnumbered them and cast their lives into the murky shadows of history. It only happened when Daywalkers and Nightwalkers became one.
The first Twilight Child was a herald, an omen, forbearer of the destruction of his parents’ ways. Many came after, but the first was remembered best. He is known as the Darklighter, son of men. He does what he likes.”
-Evolution in Process
Book II Vol. I
4352 N.D.
*****
Obi sat alone in the dark. It was too late for him too be up, the cave was already closed up and guarded for the night. He was summer-blonde, his red locks faded away to strawberry waves, his nose freckled from sunburn. Yet in the dark, his tanned skin looked darker. Obi liked that. He liked the deep shadows of the forest, the shade in the empty caves during the day. Most Daywalkers were afraid of the dark.
Not he. Obi liked to be alone in the dark, quiet cool of night. He tried to avoid thinking about bad things during the day. At night, he let himself think of them. Daywalkers were dying. And no babies had been born since he could remember. But then, Obi was not very old himself. He was between seventeen and twenty summers. It was hard to remember what year he had started to walk, what year he’d learned to climb. Obi had no mother to remember for him. His mother was a stray from another tribe, had come here heavy with him. That was all he knew of her, the public knowledge version.
His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden crash in the brush to his immediate left. He stood, prepared to flee. Nightwalkers prowled the outside of the caves at night, it wasn’t unusual. What was unsual, was that he was further from the cave than he generally sat.
A large Nightwalker appeared, stared at him. The Nightwalker was tall, the brush coming up to his chest and no higher. He wore a clout, like Obi, but his hair was long and loose, and he had no markings of status around his upper arms and ankles. The Nightwalker looked at him out of a very predatory face, with sharp features honed on the short, slight Daywalker.
Whirling, Obi fled.
He didn’t get far.
Faster than the sound of his footsteps, the big Nightwalker was atop him, pinning him to the ground under him. Obi grunted, but was too far away from the caves to hope for any aid. The Nightwalker atop him lifted up on his arms. Obi resigned himself to being a casualty and didn’t move.
The Nightwalker rolled him over. Obi closed his eyes, and awaited Fate or an oppourtunity to escape, as unlikely as that was to happen.
After a moment, Obi dared open his eyes to look at the big Nightwalker atop him. It was looking at him with an amused smile on it’s face. It smiled at Obi, and stroked his hair. Was he going to be kept as a pet? The larger creature grunted, pointed to Obi demonstratively.
It wanted his name? Hesitantly, Obi said while pointing to himself, “Obi.”
The pale Nightwalker grinned, repeated his name. It didn’t sound at all unpleasant on the dark, calm voice. It pointed to itself. “Qui.”
“Qui.” Obi stated.
Qui lurched off him and pulled him to his feet, dragging him away from the caves, his home, his people. Obi planted his heels and pulled away. Qui did not release him. He turned and looked at him. Obi made another half attempt at freeing himself. Qui shook his head in stubborn, silent refusal. Obi whined.
Qui picked him up and tossed the smaller man onto his shoulder, then went on again, in the way he wanted to go. Obi sighed and resigned himself to his fate, trying to brace himself for the uneven terrain.
When Qui stopped, he set Obi on the ground. Obi looked around, not recognizing the terrain. Qui plucked some fruit from a nearby tree limb, and joined Obi on the ground. Feeding his pet before showing it off, Obi supposed. He ate the broken fruit off the pieces of rind Qui handed him.
Qui suddenly noticed how lovely his pet was, how tasty the juice dripping down the other man’s chin looked. Thoughtlessly, he leaned in and feasted on those pretty lips. From surprised, Obi grew excited quickly and responded in kind. He’d had encounters with women before, but none with males and certainly not with a Nightwalker.
He pushed back on the larger male, attempting to lay him back as he would a woman. The other man was too strong to push, and since he was doing the same and was stronger than Obi, it was Obi who found himself on his back. He growled, and kissing the other again, rolled. With Qui on the bottom, his hands roamed.
Qui gave up fighting the onslaught and accepted Obi’s advances instead. After a while, the time for penetrating came, but alas, upon careful inspection of one another, there was no woman’s place handy. However, there was something they could use instead.
Qui whimpered when Obi inserted a finger. It hurt his finger, he imagined how it must feel to Qui. He pulled it out. Women were slick. Qui was not. Obi pondered this. What to use? Wadded leaves? No, messy. Water? Too easily gone. Spit? Maybe. Obi spat onto his hand and tried that.
It seemed to work without trouble. While his finger was inside Qui, his curiuosity got the better of him, and he tried to figure out just what was in there. Qui yelped suddenly, and grew harder. Obi looked at him questioningly. “Good.” Qui grunted, driving his hips into Obi’s hand to feel it again.
Obi gave up with the fingers after a while. He slicked up his erect member with spit, and positioned himself. He pressed. Nothing. Maybe he didn’t have the angle right. It sometimes worked that way with women. He rotated his hips without retreating, and tried again. Qui grunted impatiently. Obi licked sweat off his upper lip and pressed harder.
Suddenly, the crown of his cock popped inside. He froze. Qui moaned, and clawed a tree root in pain. Obi did not retreat. After a moment, Qui pushed back. Obi drove in, and gasped. Almost like a woman, almost, almost. But far tighter and hotter. Obi lost himself in the hard, fast rythm he usually took for his self releases or mutual releases.
Qui seemed to appreciate what friction was doing for him so he ignored the other man and focused on the pleasure at hand. When he came, alsoalso cried out with release. Obi panted on Qui’s hairy chest a moment, then carefully, slowly drew free. Both his member and Qui’s opening were tender.
Obi got up. Qui seemed aquiescent to losing his pet, and did not try to stop him as he walked off, just laid there and watched him go. Obi waved a farewell as he vanished from the sight of the gray eyes. Qui waved back, gently.
**
Obi did not see the big Nightwalker again for several months.
When he did, it was because he had gotten up early at dawn and come outside the cave. At the very borders of the guarded perimeter, Obi found Qui. Qui was sitting with his knees drawn up, head rested on his forearm, waiting for the little Daywalker.
Obi circled him curiously, then stopped before him, sitting across from him. Qui looked up. He looked as if he had been ill, but smiled ot see Obi, despite his stress at the coming of day. He reached out and took Obi’s hand and held it to his oddly rounded belly. A vuage thump on the other side of Qui’s skin made Obi’s eyes go wide.
He brought them up to meet the amused smile of his Nightwalker mate.
-End-
Author: Anu (anubeta@lycos.com)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan (who else?)
Warning: AU. PWP. Mpreg. No sequel. Pregnant Qui.
Summary: There is a legend of the One who brought both peoples together, but he had to kill them both to do it. Written for the Mpreg Archive.
Obligatory Disclaimer: Lucas, I kiss your mighty ass.
Beta: Rivendell-Elf
-----------
“Long ago, on a faraway planet that never had a name as long as its people lived there, there were humans.
They lived in two tribes, comprised entirely of a physical predilection for diurnality or noctournality. It was a genetic pattern, and as with all stagnated gene pools, doomed only to last a few generations before failing.
The diurnal tribe were called Daywalkers, and likewise, the nocturnal were called Nightwalkers. The two tribes rarely met, although they lived atop one another, and slept in the same caves during the night and day, each pretending independence of the other.
They occasionally met at dusk or dawn, and population-limiting battles always ensued, for the Daywalkers and Nightwalkers hated one another with a veangence.
Sometime in the thirty thousandth century since mankind left Earth, these people reached the end of their predoomed life cycle. The last generation without imbreeding was born. Continued breeding failed, and the genetically incompetent survivors of various diseases waited to die of age.
And then it happened. Like a human geonome constantly spinning to the left, stopping, and reversing, the Daywalkers and Nightwalkers did not die, after all. They gave way, instead, to a new breed that outnumbered them and cast their lives into the murky shadows of history. It only happened when Daywalkers and Nightwalkers became one.
The first Twilight Child was a herald, an omen, forbearer of the destruction of his parents’ ways. Many came after, but the first was remembered best. He is known as the Darklighter, son of men. He does what he likes.”
-Evolution in Process
Book II Vol. I
4352 N.D.
*****
Obi sat alone in the dark. It was too late for him too be up, the cave was already closed up and guarded for the night. He was summer-blonde, his red locks faded away to strawberry waves, his nose freckled from sunburn. Yet in the dark, his tanned skin looked darker. Obi liked that. He liked the deep shadows of the forest, the shade in the empty caves during the day. Most Daywalkers were afraid of the dark.
Not he. Obi liked to be alone in the dark, quiet cool of night. He tried to avoid thinking about bad things during the day. At night, he let himself think of them. Daywalkers were dying. And no babies had been born since he could remember. But then, Obi was not very old himself. He was between seventeen and twenty summers. It was hard to remember what year he had started to walk, what year he’d learned to climb. Obi had no mother to remember for him. His mother was a stray from another tribe, had come here heavy with him. That was all he knew of her, the public knowledge version.
His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden crash in the brush to his immediate left. He stood, prepared to flee. Nightwalkers prowled the outside of the caves at night, it wasn’t unusual. What was unsual, was that he was further from the cave than he generally sat.
A large Nightwalker appeared, stared at him. The Nightwalker was tall, the brush coming up to his chest and no higher. He wore a clout, like Obi, but his hair was long and loose, and he had no markings of status around his upper arms and ankles. The Nightwalker looked at him out of a very predatory face, with sharp features honed on the short, slight Daywalker.
Whirling, Obi fled.
He didn’t get far.
Faster than the sound of his footsteps, the big Nightwalker was atop him, pinning him to the ground under him. Obi grunted, but was too far away from the caves to hope for any aid. The Nightwalker atop him lifted up on his arms. Obi resigned himself to being a casualty and didn’t move.
The Nightwalker rolled him over. Obi closed his eyes, and awaited Fate or an oppourtunity to escape, as unlikely as that was to happen.
After a moment, Obi dared open his eyes to look at the big Nightwalker atop him. It was looking at him with an amused smile on it’s face. It smiled at Obi, and stroked his hair. Was he going to be kept as a pet? The larger creature grunted, pointed to Obi demonstratively.
It wanted his name? Hesitantly, Obi said while pointing to himself, “Obi.”
The pale Nightwalker grinned, repeated his name. It didn’t sound at all unpleasant on the dark, calm voice. It pointed to itself. “Qui.”
“Qui.” Obi stated.
Qui lurched off him and pulled him to his feet, dragging him away from the caves, his home, his people. Obi planted his heels and pulled away. Qui did not release him. He turned and looked at him. Obi made another half attempt at freeing himself. Qui shook his head in stubborn, silent refusal. Obi whined.
Qui picked him up and tossed the smaller man onto his shoulder, then went on again, in the way he wanted to go. Obi sighed and resigned himself to his fate, trying to brace himself for the uneven terrain.
When Qui stopped, he set Obi on the ground. Obi looked around, not recognizing the terrain. Qui plucked some fruit from a nearby tree limb, and joined Obi on the ground. Feeding his pet before showing it off, Obi supposed. He ate the broken fruit off the pieces of rind Qui handed him.
Qui suddenly noticed how lovely his pet was, how tasty the juice dripping down the other man’s chin looked. Thoughtlessly, he leaned in and feasted on those pretty lips. From surprised, Obi grew excited quickly and responded in kind. He’d had encounters with women before, but none with males and certainly not with a Nightwalker.
He pushed back on the larger male, attempting to lay him back as he would a woman. The other man was too strong to push, and since he was doing the same and was stronger than Obi, it was Obi who found himself on his back. He growled, and kissing the other again, rolled. With Qui on the bottom, his hands roamed.
Qui gave up fighting the onslaught and accepted Obi’s advances instead. After a while, the time for penetrating came, but alas, upon careful inspection of one another, there was no woman’s place handy. However, there was something they could use instead.
Qui whimpered when Obi inserted a finger. It hurt his finger, he imagined how it must feel to Qui. He pulled it out. Women were slick. Qui was not. Obi pondered this. What to use? Wadded leaves? No, messy. Water? Too easily gone. Spit? Maybe. Obi spat onto his hand and tried that.
It seemed to work without trouble. While his finger was inside Qui, his curiuosity got the better of him, and he tried to figure out just what was in there. Qui yelped suddenly, and grew harder. Obi looked at him questioningly. “Good.” Qui grunted, driving his hips into Obi’s hand to feel it again.
Obi gave up with the fingers after a while. He slicked up his erect member with spit, and positioned himself. He pressed. Nothing. Maybe he didn’t have the angle right. It sometimes worked that way with women. He rotated his hips without retreating, and tried again. Qui grunted impatiently. Obi licked sweat off his upper lip and pressed harder.
Suddenly, the crown of his cock popped inside. He froze. Qui moaned, and clawed a tree root in pain. Obi did not retreat. After a moment, Qui pushed back. Obi drove in, and gasped. Almost like a woman, almost, almost. But far tighter and hotter. Obi lost himself in the hard, fast rythm he usually took for his self releases or mutual releases.
Qui seemed to appreciate what friction was doing for him so he ignored the other man and focused on the pleasure at hand. When he came, alsoalso cried out with release. Obi panted on Qui’s hairy chest a moment, then carefully, slowly drew free. Both his member and Qui’s opening were tender.
Obi got up. Qui seemed aquiescent to losing his pet, and did not try to stop him as he walked off, just laid there and watched him go. Obi waved a farewell as he vanished from the sight of the gray eyes. Qui waved back, gently.
**
Obi did not see the big Nightwalker again for several months.
When he did, it was because he had gotten up early at dawn and come outside the cave. At the very borders of the guarded perimeter, Obi found Qui. Qui was sitting with his knees drawn up, head rested on his forearm, waiting for the little Daywalker.
Obi circled him curiously, then stopped before him, sitting across from him. Qui looked up. He looked as if he had been ill, but smiled ot see Obi, despite his stress at the coming of day. He reached out and took Obi’s hand and held it to his oddly rounded belly. A vuage thump on the other side of Qui’s skin made Obi’s eyes go wide.
He brought them up to meet the amused smile of his Nightwalker mate.
-End-