Vampire!Dooku
Something was very wrong, the force was screaming at him to run...Even though it was only Count Dooku, a man he had faced before and the force hadn't reacted this way. Their duel so far had been typical for them, so why? Why was the force attempting to get him to abandon this duel? Dooku suddenly darted to his left at speeds he had not previously shown and struck out with his lightsaber.
Obi-wan just barely blocked the strike, pain jolting down his arms. A cry of shock slipped out of his mouth, that was more powerful than any other strike the count had mustered before. Dooku didn't smirk or say anything, he seemed completely intent on breaking past the lightsaber and it was unnerving, what had happened to the count to make him act in such a strange aggressive manner?
Again Dooku broke from his traditional fighting technique and shoved Obi-Wan with the force to the ground. Coming after the younger man, their blades locked so close to their faces that Obi-wan would have flinched if he had not become used to a saber that close. The body above Obi-wan felt fridged as if the count hadn't been fighting for several minutes now...As if he had walked out of a blizzard. But, that couldn't be the case. They were on a tropical planet, one that did not have blizzards or snow for that matter.
Dooku pushed his head to the side and there was a searing pain in the side of Obi-Wan's neck, he convulsed attempting to throw the other man off of him but steel hands gripped him. Obi-wan shivered, his neck was numb but he could feel the count's hair against his jaw. Was the man biting him? Dooku had never before physically attacked someone, just with his saber and the force. Obi-wan trembled as his vision started to darken, he was going to pass out if he didn't manage to get himself out of this. "Stop!" Dooku froze, before pulling back. Droplets of blood clinging to his beard, his eyes had gone from brown to a reddish brown. Nothing like the eyes of some Sith, nothing like maul's. But there was something dark in those eyes, something almost feral and ancient. Obi-Wan's vision continued to fade as he slipped into unconsciousness, but he could have sworn he heard a quiet murmur of apology.
The young man's blood sang to Yan, and it was a sirens song. After having been attacked by a shadow in his own home he had ended up terribly ill, fever and chills. The medical droids seemed confused like someone had messed with them because they insisted that he didn't have a heartbeat which was completely ludicrous. How could he be alive then? The droids were all very unhelpful, to the point he stopped listening to them.
Then came the hunger. Completely overwhelming him, so much to the point that he had intense pain in his stomach, no matter what he ate or how much he would only end up sick. It hadn't made sense, still didn't because the next time he was met with a flesh and blood person he attacked in a haze.
Attacked till his abnormal hunger subsided. He couldn't believe it, how could he believe it? What had he become? Naturally, he got droids to dispose of the body and hunted in his library old tales, anything that might explain what he was...Nothing. Nothing spoke of a shadow being attacking people, causing those people to crave blood. To desire the life of another in such a fashion. The closest thing he found were the rather sketchy medical reports of the Anzati. A species that ate brains but also had no reported heartbeat… And beings that drained the energy of another, it didn't say these 'Energy Vampires' drank blood, however.
That wasn't exactly the same and that was a whole species of which he was not part of. So what had he become? He felt a pull the moment he'd seen Obi-Wan, the scent of the younger man driving him over a cliff he didn't even know was there. He felt much younger, his body stronger than even his prime. The richness of Obi-Wan's blood, the scent of fear...He'd almost killed the younger man and he couldn't fathom how Obi-Wan had managed to pull him out of that lullaby.
The med-droids confirmed that if Obi-Wan hadn't been brought to them he would have died by Exsanguination. Thankfully he wasn't in danger anymore, unless attacked again...And he had to master himself, he wanted to drink from Obi-Wan again. Wanted to be pressed against that intense heat again, because drinking Obi-Wan's blood had awakened a baser need in him and he hadn't cuddled anything since he himself was a youngling.
smut pure and simple WARNING: Non-Con, Rape, Blood Consumption.
He groaned as he pressed against Obi-Wan, bare flesh sliding against bare flesh. He knew this was wrong, knew that if Obi-Wan was awake he would be protesting, fighting against this sort of behavior. Yan shivered as pre-cum beaded at his head, smearing against Obi-Wan's genitals. He felt as if fire boiled his blood, and his teeth began to ache. Yan wanted so much, so much of Obi-Wan and the younger man was under sedation. Slowly he slid his penis into Obi-Wan's passage, groaning again as he fully seated inside, all that warmth nearly driving him to orgasm right there and then.
No, his body wanted more and he would give it more. Shifting forward he sunk his fairly new formed fangs into Obi-Wan's neck, tasting such sweet nectar that was Obi-Wan's blood. He could feel Obi-Wan harden underneath him and relished the extra warmth trapped between their bodies. Strong thighs clenched on both sides of him, Obi-Wan's body acting on auto-pilot, fighting against the intrusion. Yan gently lapped at the bite marks, blood oozing to a stop. The marks weren't gone but they looked partly healed as if Obi-Wan had sustained them weeks ago.
He felt movement in the force, the younger man was attempting to wake from his forced nap. If he woke to this situation he would lose it, even if he was a Jedi trained not to be emotional. Obi-Wan was still a human being and this kind of situation was beyond stressful and emotionally damaging on so many levels. It only fueled his lust for the younger man, what beautiful cries would Obi-Wan make while in the throes of pleasure? Yan snarled and pressed his fangs back into Obi-Wan, his hips grinding against Obi-Wan's buttocks.
Obi-Wan groaned, his temperature was rising even further. "Wha...No! Get away from me!" Obi-Wan's hands pressed against Yan's chest attempting to push him away even with his fangs deep in the man's neck. He released Obi-Wan's neck, not wanting to kill him, but he continued to press into the younger man. Obi-Wan let out a mew of disbelieve and what felt like horror in the force. "Stop! Please, I!" Obi-Wan made an obscene noise as he thrashed, his penis leaking as his body took the pleasure and Yan felt so close already. Obi-Wan was perfect, tasted wonderful and was so beautiful. "You're mine now, I'm never going to let you go." Obi-Wan had tears running down his face, terror causing his eyes to darken.