Sith of the Old Republic: Darth Revan and Darth Malak

Summary: A short little fic on Revan and Malak if they had a relationship. Don't ask where it came from, cause I don't know. Fem.Revan.Darkside

Bold is past. Italic is flashback. Regular is present.

"But this is forbidden. The council will surely banish us if we go past these doors." Malak warned, watching Revan walk towards the door, her face covered by the mask and hair hidden by her cloak's hood.

"What ever is past this door will help us. We are abandoning the Jedi, or did you forget?" Revan replied coolly, making Malak stare at her, remembering. "The council will banish us no matter what, for we have been tainted by the Dark Side. No, we are not tainted, we embrace our calling." Revan finished, placing her hand on the stone door. It reacted to her, opening.

"The Dark Side is strong here, Revan." Malak cautioned, though he still followed through the archway with her. "It's like it's calling to me, reaching out to me."

"Yes, I have the same feeling, Malak." Revan continued forward, lusting to feel the raw power rush through her body.

"No...no...NO!!" The shriek ran through his mind, echoing deeply. He suppressed a flinch from the volume before continuing with the bloody murder of his family. "Please brother...Don't do this!"
"Good, Malak. Keep going. Feed your anger and hatred. Kill them. Kill them all! They've betrayed you, left you for dead. If I hadn't come along, you would be dead because of them!" Revan fed the lies to Malak, laughing as he slaughtered his family mercilessly.

Malak sighed at the memory, he had tried to forget what he had killed, but it was difficult.

"They caused you to suffer, my dear Malak." Revan cooed, stepping towards him gracefully. "Welcome to the life of the Sith as my apprentice." She placed an object in his hand, and he sucked in a gasp, but her hand remained on his, for she seemed to love how he was trying to control his fear. "Fear, hate, love, anything you wish Malak, can be yours..." She lowered her lips to his ear, whispering seductively in his ear. "Open your eyes, my apprentice." She commanded softly.
Slowly, his eyes opened and, for the first time, saw her without her mask. Ebony hair feel loosely in front of her icy blue eyes, her lips covered with black gloss, eye shadow making her eyes glitter in the dim light. He bit his lip, staring at her lips with lust.
"Feel free." She smirked, kissing him with even more lust that he had ever imagined. She knew exactly what he wanted, and he was going to get it. She would teach him that she would stand above him, no matter what they were doing. She felt him relax under her touch finally, and she slowly started to remove his robes, her lips never leaving his.

Malak gasped silently, his body shuddering. That night had been long forgotten in his lust for power over her, he never realized that Revan was the reason he was so powerful. That emotion...his love for her ruthlessness, her ideals that the Jedi should fall, that the Jedi had corrupted them with their lies...he 

loved it all. He sucked in everything she said without a second thought once they made the transaction from Light to Dark.

He followed behind her ideals, even after he 'killed' her, until the final battle on the Star Forge, where the two battled for the rightful position of Dark Lord of the Sith. In the end, only one would stand, no matter what feelings they held for each other. Malak felt no remorse as he took his last breath, his eyes slowly closing, the face of his Revan, her eyes filled with lustful yet calm fury before him.

"Good...bye...my Revan..." The words slipped past his lips, no louder than a whisper.

Revan's icy eyes stared after him even after he left the living, not a hint of remorse shining in her eyes.