"Stop fighting me," Daro said petulantly, smoothing his hands over the tensed muscles of Qui-Gon's torso. "And listen. How are you ever going to learn if you don't listen?"
"I can feel." The words were uttered between gritted teeth and gasps. Daro's hands were drawing Qui-Gon into a place he had spent his entire life avoiding, a place where his body was the focal point of his existence, where pleasure was the shining center of every moment.
Another day, another lesson, but this time, Daro had brought Mathius and Leyran, the handsome twins. They allowed Qui-Gon to undress himself, while Daro clucked about the necessity of Qui-Gon learning a few finer points of disrobing in an attractive fashion, and went through a litany of things Qui-Gon had yet to learn. He supposed that if there were time, he would become the most skilled pleasure slave in the galaxy under such proficient tutelage. The thought brought him a mixture of disgust and fascination, and he pushed the feelings aside, trying to focus on what was required of him.
Daro's arms wrapped around him as he reclined against the slender body, drawn back against its deceptive strength. Massage had eased tension from Qui-Gon's muscles, and he found himself naked and spread across the bed before he had time to protest. Pillowed against Daro's stomach, he was comfortable against the supple flesh beneath his own. As Leyran and Mathius settled at his feet on the bed, he caught his breath. Daro's hands stopped their tantalizing motion across his skin.
Lips settled next to his ear as he watched Leyran prowling up his nude form, laying kisses to the hollow behind his left knee, the soft skin at the juncture of his thigh. Dark eyes smiled up at him, enjoying the power of seduction they had long practiced and perfected.
"Now watch, Qui-Gon Jinn," Daro whispered, tongue flickering around the sensitive ridge of the Jedi's outer ear, dipping to the skin just below and tickling his neck. "Watch, and learn. See how his eyes never leave yours, how his desire is exposed for you."
Qui-Gon found he could not draw his gaze away from the liquid heat in Leyran's dark eyes, eyes which dared him to break away. Leyran touched his thighs, nudging them apart, spreading Qui-Gon wide to his appreciative stare. Daro made a small lascivious sound of approval as Leyran settled his muscular body between those open thighs, arching his back as he dropped his head down to Qui-Gon's belly.
"See how his lips make a map of your body, Jinn? How your skin knows where his mouth will touch you, and jumps to meet his kisses?"
It was true; the surface of his skin was like molten ivory, sliding into every contact with Leyran's body, meeting fire with equal heat. Daro's words seemed to burn into his consciousness. "Your body is tight with the thought of his mouth on you, making you come, isn't it? That is the feeling you must give the Regent. This feeling."
Every phrase was punctuated by an action -- a sweep of tongue across the crown of his cock, a thumb pressed against the base of his shaft, fingers cupping his balls and rolling them gently.
Mathius eased down beside him, an arm carelessly thrown across his stomach, and with a wink, fastened his teeth around a brown nipple, sucking gently.
"This is the way to mark your territory," Daro instructed. "The marks of a good bedmate are invisible, but they last long after the act is completed. If you've marked him well, and made him notice you, he will think of you when his body tells him it's time to satisfy his lust. Find his rhythm..."
Slow suction, a persistent pattern of teeth and tongue, and his nipples were hard and connected directly with his cock. Spasms of mingled pain and pleasure shivered through him, ending in the bundle of nerves between his legs, just where Leyran's fingers were touching him with firm possessiveness.
"He requires something of you, and you must find the moment, that second where ecstasy threatens to become pain." The soft voice deepened. "You'll take that pain away, and turn it into rapture, won't you? Just like this...."
The slow glide of a wet mouth over his cock illustrated that rapture, and Qui-Gon fought back a scream as he watched the full lips enclosing his shaft, watched it disappear into the willing mouth of his teacher, felt the tissue at the back of the other man's throat give way as he relaxed to admit as much of Qui-Gon's flesh as possible. Swallowed to the root, Qui-Gon panted shallow breaths and stilled the frantic thrusting of his hips, trying to hold back his orgasm.
"See how he takes all of you? You will learn that, in time. And you will make him surrender to you...it is a simple thing. As you must surrender control to us."
The twins exchanged a look with Daro, and Mathius smiled, turning his attention back to the second, neglected nipple. He licked at it, and bit down suddenly, sharply, sucking it back between his teeth as Qui-Gon bucked up once, twice into Leyran's mouth, spilling his seed there, moaning with helpless abandon. Dimly, over the roaring in his ears, he heard Daro's soft voice. "Never forget that words carry power, Jinn. Your voice was made to stir a man to lust. Use it well."
Leyran was over him then, body to body, writhing against him, and a hard cock pressed against his belly as his tormentor kissed him. His mouth opened to accept a gentle tongue, sharing the taste of his passion with him.
"Your turn," Leyran said, grinning. "Let's see how well you've learned."
"You have made great progress in your studies, Your Highness. I am most impressed." There was a depth of sincerity in Windu's words that was often lacking, and Obi-Wan hid a wry smile.
"I've been studying, Ambassador. I have to know how to run my world. You have been very helpful." Anakin's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, and Windu returned the smile.
"Excellent, Anakin. You raised issues the Ambassador would do well to consider before our visitors arrive." With a pointed look at Windu, the Regent patted Anakin's shoulder. "Now. Tell me about the Imperial power structure, and the localization of authority. What have you learned?"
"The Emperor appoints his most trusted advisors to positions of authority. He has made certain that his interests are protected..." Anakin droned on, and Obi-Wan's attention wandered away from the memorized information.
Flashes of insight winked at him, too brief to be considered real information. He closed his eyes, raising his head slowly and listening with more than just his physical senses. The impression returned, faded, returned twice as strongly. Something vague, elusive...something deadly. He reached for it, jaw setting in a determined line.
"Majesty?" Windu noticed the sudden change in the Regent's demeanor and stood, pulling the boy up with him. "What is it?"
"Get him out of here!" The command was less than a shout, more than an urgent request. Windu turned and was moving in an instant, Anakin in tow, but it was too late.
The doorway was shadowed by a hooded figure, clad in black from head to toe, face obscured by a hood drawn down. Two red saber-stars glowed against the glove that held them.
In a blur of motion faster than the naked eye could track, Obi-Wan was vaulting across the conference table, placing himself between Anakin and the assassin. The first of the saber-stars was hurtling across the room at the same speed as Obi-Wan, and they collided in front of Anakin. Obi-Wan made no sound as the weapon sliced through his side, through skin, muscle, tissue and cloth, exiting the opposite side of his body.
"Obi-Wan!" Anakin screamed, as waves of pain and anger dissipated into the Force, released by the Regent. He made a move toward his guardian, but was forcibly restrained by Windu, who dragged him inexorably toward the rear entrance of the room.
"Move, Ani!" Obi-Wan sprang into a crouch in front of the boy as the child retreated.
Black swirls of motion called Obi-Wan's attention as the assassin dodged ahead, letting the second saber-star fly. Obi-Wan extended his hand and called on the Force, and the second weapon bounced harmlessly away, stopped a mere inch from Anakin's heart.
The assassin hissed his displeasure and slipped from the room, moving at incredible speed. Obi-Wan started to follow the dark figure, but his body refused to obey. Incredulously, he looked down at the dark blood staining his tunic at the top of his trousers. He pressed a hand to the wound and pitched forward, helpless to control the sudden onslaught of pain, feeling his life bleed away. There was a noise, and he dimly recognized it as Anakin's voice, pleading, sobbing, but he was beyond capacity to care. Slowly, he sank into the whirlpool of nothingness, one drop of blood at a time.
"It was fortunate he was present; otherwise, Anakin would be dead." The voice was calm, but strained.
"We can't even be sure Anakin was the target, you fool!" Windu's voice, thick with panic. "We'd be better off if he had died."
"Silence!" Valorum again, and his tone cut through the fog surrounding Obi-Wan. "The Regent lives. You would be wise to consider your words carefully."
"I'm through being careful." There was a sound of doors opening and closing, and the feel of a weight sagging the bed beside him. Obi-Wan groaned softly, and was immediately reassured by a firm hand on his wrist.
"Obi-Wan. Open your eyes." Persuasive as always, Valorum's soothing tones drew him into the present, anchored him to his body, which was a mass of painful impulses, jumbled and seared.
"Where...Anakin," he gasped, amazed at his own weakness.
"Safe," Valorum answered. "Under guard. As are you."
"How bad?"
"Damaged tissue, muscle. You nearly bled to death. Very efficient weapons, those saber-stars. Would have killed either of you instantly, if they had gone through a vital organ. You were both quite lucky."
"Skill," Obi-Wan said, aware of the dry cracking of his voice as he spoke. "Practice." He was gratified by the hint of amusement in Valorum's eyes. "Who is guarding Ani?"
"Maul. He has studied the use of weapons favored by Jedi assassins."
"Not...Jedi," croaked Obi-Wan. "Rogue. Or Sith."
Valorum's face betrayed his shock. "Are you certain?"
Obi-Wan gave a quick, affirmative nod. "Must take extra precautions. Special plans. You know where...to find them."
"I'll take care of it." Valorum squeezed his wrist, signifying his understanding. "You must rest."
Noise erupted in the hallway, causing both men to turn their heads toward the disturbance. "Let me pass!" A male voice raged coldly at the guard, issuing a stream of invectives in ten dead languages.
"Let him in," Obi-Wan ordered, and Valorum rose smoothly from the bedside to wave off the guards.
A moment later, Xanatos was inside the room, running. He knelt by the side of the bed, wrapping his long fingers around Obi-Wan's forearm, laying his head against the Regent's hand.
"You are alive," he whispered. "The servants said you were dead, murdered as you protected Anakin, but I knew it wasn't true, knew you must be alive." The words tumbled out, formless, anxious, relieved. "Obi-Wan, oh, Master..." The last word was not speech, but emotion, pure and unafraid.
"Come here," Obi-Wan rasped.
Xanatos looked up, saw what was needed, and climbed into the bed, taking Obi-Wan in his arms, pressing the injured man carefully against him. Neither man spoke as Xanatos buried his face against Obi-Wan's bare shoulder, listening to the soft breathing of the younger man as it evened out.
In his sleep, Obi-Wan dreamed of heat, and the sweet caress of the Force, healing him. Vague memories swirled around him, bound up in the indistinct landscape of dreams. He barely felt the hands against his side, and never heard the soft words spoken against his shoulder, as energy flowed through and around him in the mist of sleep.
"You were careless. It was a disaster."
"It will not happen again. I will do what must be done."
"If you fail again, I'll have you killed. It won't be hard to find treason where it already exists."
"You needn't threaten me. My loyalty is where it should be. I've never given cause for doubt."
"Haven't you? I wonder."
"When shall I strike next?"
"When he is most vulnerable. I warn you...be quick and thorough."
"Yes, my master."
End
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