Cad Bane slinked out of the way of the flashing blade with ease, and Obi-Wan ended up striking one of the light bars along the wall, showering his robes and hair in sparks. He ignored the burning points of light as he turned on Bane, who waited in the middle of the dimmed room with a finger edged near the button that would end Obi-Wan's mission in failure.
The Jedi froze in his rather aggressive stance, the blue luminous lightsaber painting the room with an eerie cobalt hue which glittered within crimson orbs.
"I'll give you dhat one for free, Kenobi," the Duros explained with surprising calmness, contrasted sharply with Obi-Wan's shaky breaths and scowling glare. "But try somethin' dhat stupid again, and I'll happily suffocate yer emissary in poison. Fifty-thousand credits ain't nothin' to sneeze at, and I get paid whether or not you throw me in jail."
It took several long, tense seconds, but Obi-Wan finally extinguished his blade – the allure of striking at the impertinent Duros too great. He couldn't remember feeling this angry in years, and it actually concerned him. Where was all this rage coming from? Bane was a foul-mouthed, shameless ass, but that didn't warrant such a strong response from the Jedi. He needed to regain his composure and remember his training; insofar that it covered lewd bounty hunters.
"Now why don't you hand me dhat lightsaber for… safekeeping," Bane continued in a conversational tone, as if Obi-Wan had not just lashed out like an ornery bantha. "Spare you the temptation of using it again."
"Not on your life."
"Dhat's true. My life ain't deh one hangin' by a thread."
Obi-Wan sent the Duros his most smoldering glare before retreated back toward the bed. He opened the draw to the small, metal stand next to it, and deposited his lightsaber inside without ever removing his eyes from Bane's.
"Good pup," Bane remarked smoothly, causing Obi-Wan to grind his teeth. "Now back to more pleasant matters…" the Duros hissed with a sinister smile, his next words causing Obi-Wan to feel as if his heart had plunged into his stomach. "You said I could have anythin' my shriveled lil' heart desired," Bane teased coyly, his fangs glistening in the dim light. "And now you know my terms."
"I was under extreme duress. You can't expect me to… to say…" Obi-Wan stuttered with growing horror as he realized Bane was genuinely serious about what he wanted the Jedi to confess.
"Expect you to say what, Kenobi?" Bane intoned darkly, his inappropriate playfulness disappearing as quickly as his grin. "Spit it out."
"What could you possibly gain from this ridiculous notion?" Obi-Wan questioned in exasperation, trying to stall for time. Think, Kenobi, think! Surely there's more to the situation than Bane being so bored as to decide to stowaway simply to embarrass you to death. Think!
"You let me worry about dhat, Jedi. I gave you an easy out," Bane added smugly, his crimson eyes full of wickedness. "Take it while I'm still feelin' generous." The bounty hunter's smirk hinted at the double entendre, and all rational thought fled Obi-Wan's state of mind as he saw red.
"I'd rather shag a Wookiee," Obi-Wan seethed through his teeth, rage rearing its ugly head as his fists trembled against his legs. He could almost taste the emotion, sharpened and focused by the Force to make the air thrum angrily.
Bane strode across the tiny room with two long strides and grabbed Obi-Wan by the front of his robes, ignorant or uncaring as to how close Obi-Wan was to snapping as he shoved him against the wall between the door and dingy nightstand.
"Not deh words I want to hear, Kenobi," Bane rumbled with heated animosity, his face mere inches from Obi-Wan's as his lean body trapped him against the surface.
"Then I do not regret to inform you that you came all this way for nothing," Obi-Wan remarked sarcastically, his nose crinkled as if he were an animal about to bite.
Bane snarled in response, showing his own jagged teeth. "Does your Ambassador's life mean so little to you?"
"Bugger the Ambassador and bugger you!" Obi-Wan snapped hotly, slipping into the rude slang of his early childhood from his state of extreme agitation.
"Oh, I wish you would," Bane seethed, and though the words were suggestive, his tone was filled with ire and venom, his fangs bared as Obi-Wan felt the waves of hot anger radiate from Bane's mind.
It was more than Obi-Wan could take. He meant to violently lash out at the Duros. He meant to kick him, jab him, Force-throw him off and restrain him like the crude, brutish outlaw he was. End this foolish business once and for all, as he should have done from the beginning.
All of that was what Obi-Wan intended to do. What he actually did was grab the front of the bounty hunter's jacket, yank him forward, and crush his lips against Bane's in a gesture as urgent as it was angry.
Bane's entire body went rigid. Every muscle, tendon, and sinew seemed to turn to stone, but Obi-Wan didn't relent. Dissatisfied with merely pulling the bounty hunter into the hard kiss, Obi-Wan spun him around and slammed Bane against the wall. The Duros could barely expel a pained noise before Obi-Wan was on him again, holding him against the surface by the shoulders as he forced their mouths together with aggressive desperation.
The Jedi tasted Bane's rough lips with his tongue before the scoundrel could interject. The Duros began to squirm under Obi-Wan's grip, but he subdued the bounty hunter's protests by trapping Bane between Obi-Wan's pelvis and the wall.
Instead of cowing the bounty hunter into submission, the movement caused him to moan against Obi-Wan's mouth. The reaction, simple but powerful, caused Obi-Wan's semi-erection to become fully realized as he plunged his tongue into Bane's mouth. He nearly cut himself on the Duros' sharp fangs, but he didn't care as he pressed his erection against Bane's crotch, wanting him to feel the result of his infuriating taunting and teasing.
The Jedi expected the bounty hunter to reject this intrusion and shove him away. Instead, he felt Bane's long, bony fingers wind and twist through his hair, encouraging Obi-Wan to indulge in the desires that were expressly forbidden to him.
Obi-Wan obliged, sliding his hands down the bounty hunter's body to cusp around his ass, hoisting him upward and forcing Bane's legs around his waist as Obi-Wan hungrily explored the Duros' sharp mouth. Bane willingly participated in the Jedi's lust-fueled actions, squeezing his legs and hooking his ankles behind the small of Obi-Wan's back.
The Jedi Master laid his hands on the bounty hunter once again, impatiently unzipping his maintenance jacket as he ran his gloved hands up the tight shirt that covered the Duros' chest, finally breaking the rough kiss as he latched himself onto Bane's neck, drawing a low growl from his throat.
The faint smell of fuel from Bane's stolen jacket did nothing to dissuade the Jedi from sucking the skin along Bane's neck, his teeth grazing against the soft flesh as he attempted to roughly pull the jacket off Bane's thin frame.
"Careful, Kenobi, yer gonna rip somethin'," the Duros hissed as Obi-Wan pulled the garment free, and he returned his lips to Bane's mouth in order to silence any complaints as he pulled off his own gauntlet and gloves, slipping his hands underneath the shirt that belonged to some poor sod on the crew.
This was the first time the Jedi had come into full contact with the bounty hunter's bare flesh, and the sensation caused his blood to race and his nerves to tingle. Bane's blue skin was cool to the touch but incredibly smooth and hairless, Obi-Wan's fingers able to easily trace the muscles along his abdomen and chest. Simply being able to touch another person in this way was exhilarating, but for it to be Cad Bane's flesh he was discovering was almost enough to drive the Jedi mad.
Bane's breath hitched unevenly as Obi-Wan outlined the curves and dimples across his stomach as his hands traveled upwards. He separated their lips only long enough to pull the Duros' undershirt over his head, returning to taste Bane's mouth with his tongue as he continued to explore the bounty hunter's body – as if his hands alone could claim this strange territory by right.
The pressure on Obi-Wan's pelvis from supporting Bane's weight was not enough for what he wanted, and Bane must have felt something similar as he was now tugging at the opening to Obi-Wan's robes with growing frustration – the layers upon layers of cloth hindering any real progress.
Obi-Wan pulled Bane away from the wall and carried him over to the small bed, depositing him onto its surface before quickly unlatching and pulling free his belt, removing the sashes over his shoulders, the top layer of his robes, and his thick brown undershirt without taking his eyes from the Duros. Bane watched him in turn, his crimson eyes narrowed as he watched Obi-Wan undress. He could only describe the expression as unfiltered lust. No one had ever looked at Obi-Wan that way before – not even Satine during their fumbling encounter years ago that had resulted in little more than heated cuddling. The Jedi had nothing to compare that look to – an expression so hungry he felt his own blood race in response, as if the Duros would like nothing better than to gnash him between his pointed teeth.
Once the Jedi had disrobed and only his trousers remained, and before he could pay attention to the voice of reason that was beginning to make noise in the back of his mind, Obi-Wan lowered himself on top of the bounty hunter, pushing Bane's legs apart with his knees as he slid between his long, gangly thighs. He did not place his full weight upon Bane, however, as he saw a look of unease flash across the Duros' face.
Obi-Wan waited for Bane to speak, but he remained silent as he studied the Jedi's face closely. Then his gaze wandered from Obi-Wan's eyes to his lips, down to his throat and his collar bone. His eyes lowered to his chest, and Bane raised his hands to run his fingers across the Jedi's chest.
As painfully aroused as he was, as much as he wanted to rip off the rest of Bane's pilfered clothing, he waited patiently for the bounty hunter to indicate if he wanted Obi-Wan to continue or for him to stop.
The Jedi received his answer as Bane's long fingers traveled down his chest to his stomach, not stopping there as his hand slipped underneath Obi-Wan's waistband. He gasped as the bounty hunter's fingers wrapped around him, his length fitting nicely within his palm as Bane gave him a squeeze.
The Duros' other hand reached up to grip Obi-Wan's hair as he hissed, "Don't be gentle, Kenobi. I ain't gonna break." Obi-Wan was left no time to respond as Bane pulled him down, forcing his full weight to press onto the thin bounty hunter as his hand squeezed tighter, Obi-Wan unable to voice his heated moan fully as their lips collided. Even if he had been free to speak, intelligible words were beyond him as Bane began to stroke Obi-Wan in his long-fingered hands.
If Bane truly did not want Obi-Wan to be gentle with him, he was providing plenty of incentive for rough treatment. Obi-Wan had to break away from Bane's lips for air as his body responded to Bane's increased movements. He pressed his mouth against Bane's neck, wanting to taste the bounty hunter's skin as his hips began to grind against the Duros' hand of their own volition, breath harsh in his throat as he mentally cursed Bane for being able to draw such a reaction so effortlessly.
Grinding against Bane's hand, while very pleasurable, was still not enough to sate the fire in his veins. The Jedi reached down and unbuttoned the gray, standard-issue slacks Bane had stolen, too caught up in the moment to even consider that the previous owner might be dead – courtesy of the bounty hunter Obi-Wan was currently dry-humping.
The Jedi Master hesitated as his hand paused along Bane's lower belly. His hips were so narrow that Obi-Wan could feel his prominent hip bones against his fingertips. His maddening desire had carried him this far, but he was unsure how to proceed in such unfamiliar territory.
Bane seemed to sense this; he removed his hand from around Obi-Wan's heated erection (which was somehow both a relief and a disappointment). He ached for the Duros' long fingers, but he knew if he kept up at the current pace he wouldn't last much longer.
"C'mon Jedi, don't get shy on me," Bane teased in his deep, raspy voice, and Obi-Wan almost moaned. Hearing the bounty hunter's voice so close to his ear, hot breath tickling his skin, made Obi-Wan want to do unspeakable things to him.
"I'm not," Obi-Wan argued, his voice muffled against Bane's neck as he slightly shifted his hips, leaving more room for his hand which had been trapped between them.
"Never been around a cock before, Kenobi? Need some pointers? Just pretend yer jerkin' off yer own-aah!" Bane gave a startled noise as Obi-Wan pulled open his slacks, wrapped his hand around the Duros' shaft, and pulled him out in one fluid motion. Obi-Wan latched onto Bane's throat again as he began to stroke Bane's strangely ridged member, somewhat wishing he could see what it looked like, though that would have to wait. At the moment, he was enjoying causing the bounty hunter to squirm in his grip far too much. He didn't have long fingers, but his hand was warm and firm around the surprisingly thick shaft. Obi-Wan wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but it hadn't been this. Bane normally wore trousers so tight it left little to the imagination, and it forced the Jedi to wonder where he kept it all.
Obi-Wan moved his pelvis further off Bane, straddling his thin leg and slightly rubbing his own still-clothed erection against the Duros' hip as he explored the entirety of Bane's genitalia. The shaft was wide but the head was surprisingly long and its base was more prominent than that of a human's. As Obi-Wan's hands briefly explored further downward to cup his balls, he discovered they were compact and close to the body while being cool to the touch.
Obi-Wan released his mouth from Bane's neck and observed his face carefully as his hand returned to the Duros' member, wanting to watch him as he began to stroke the shaft, harder and faster. The Jedi wondered just how sensitive he was, because Bane was immediately squirming under the Jedi, his long fingers curling around Obi-Wan's biceps as he groaned deep in his throat, closing his eyes in an expression of unexpected pleasure.
As Bane's groans grew more breathless and his hands around Obi-Wan's arms grew tighter, he began to realize there might have been a very good reason the Jedi were discouraged from carnal acts. Obi-Wan could feel the waves of desire and lust from the bounty hunter, and it was positively intoxicating. Being able to feel not only one's own pleasure, but the pleasure of their partner, would be beyond addicting.
And Obi-Wan could feel himself begin to drown in it. He needed more. He dragged his tongue along Bane's exposed throat as the Duros continued to groan from Obi-Wan's constant stroking, his own need to seek release overridden by his newfound desire to make the bounty hunter squirm and beg for more.
But Obi-Wan's goal to make Bane pay for his earlier insolence in the most delicious way possible was interrupted as he heard Bane stammer, "K-Kenobi… wait…" The Jedi reluctantly stopped his movements; using every ounce of willpower he possessed to remove his hand from Bane's slightly pulsating member. He lifted himself from Bane's neck to look down at the Duros, his normally tame ginger-blonde locks falling into his face as he did so.
"Is something wrong?" Obi-Wan panted, wondering if Bane was regretting his decision to goad the Jedi into practically attacking him. But Bane was smiling, though something about the way his lips were tilted seemed… off.
"Not wrong, but if you keep goin' at dhis rate, I'm gonna pop off. And as much as I would enjoy dhat, I know you wouldn't forgive me if I ruined yer precious mission."
Obi-Wan stared at him in complete incomprehension, unable to process the words when his mind and body were so consumed with the bounty hunter beneath him.
Bane sighed, as if he were speaking to a child, and explained, "Hand me my datapad Kenobi, or yer gonna have a real dead politician on yer hands in 'bout thirty seconds."
That got him moving. Obi-Wan practically leapt off of Bane and began to scour the floor for where the datapad had been dropped, as it was no longer attached to the Duros' belt loop. The room, barely larger than a maintenance closet, made the search easy enough, and Obi-Wan was just grateful he hadn't crushed it while manhandling the mercenary currently occupying his bed.
The Jedi handed the datapad to the bounty hunter, who was still lying on his back, propped up on his elbows as he observed Obi-Wan's flustered movement. "Here," Obi-Wan rasped, his lips feeling strangely swollen from their devoted attention to Bane's neck and lips.
That simple observation hit him hard in the gut, and he fought to keep his face neutral as he felt sick an intense way. What was he doing? Had he completely lost all sensibility? He was on a mission to protect a person of interest for the Galactic Senate, and he was spending that time doing… what? Fondling and heavy petting the assassin sent to kill him?
As Bane focused on the datapad in his hands, Obi-Wan turned away and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to gain control of his strong self-revulsion in order to address the matter at hand. It did not help that his erection was still ridiculously hard, and he knew that problem wouldn't be resolved until he took care of it. Alone. Far away from the cursed bounty hunter who had somehow made him forget who he was and everything that he stood for.
"Bane…" Obi-Wan began to voice as he turned around, about to explain to the man how he needed to leave immediately or he would have him arrested at the very least, but he stopped once he saw where the bounty was positioned.
"Yes, Kenobi?" Bane inquired in a low voice, his face poorly-feigning innocence. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his face dangerously close to Obi-Wan's crotch.
"I…" His ability to speak seemed to flee him as Obi-Wan stared down at the bounty hunter, mouth dry as a desert as he saw the hungry look in his eyes.
"Don't worry, Kenobi. I disarmed the triggers. Yer ambassador is safe," Bane commented smoothly, as if that were the Jedi's top concern at the moment (which it really should have been). But Obi-Wan was too distracted realizing how delicious his name sounded on the Duros' tongue. True, his name was often said with venom and malice, but that somehow that made it even more enticing.
"I'm grateful, for that. Truly. But you can't… we can't…" Obi-Wan stammered over his words as he tried to come to grips with all that was happening. Why would Bane disable the gas bombs? His leverage was completely gone. The Jedi could simply arrest him and be done with this whole complicated, messy business.
But he didn't. And as Bane reached up and began to undo the fastenings to his trousers, Obi-Wan didn't stop him. He was paralyzed by the knowledge of what he was supposed to do colliding with the heady desire to melt in Bane's hands. The latter won out as the bounty hunter took him within his long fingers, and Obi-Wan's eyelids fluttered shut as he bit his lip sharply, repressing a moan before it could escape.
But he hadn't given up quite yet, and gave another valiant effort to stop the madness:
"B-Bane, I don't think-"
"Hush, Kenobi. I know what I'm doin'." Before Obi-Wan could protest further, Bane opened his mouth and dragged his tongue along the underside of Obi-Wan's cock, starting from the base of the shaft all the way to the tip of the head.
All reason fled his mind at that moment, and Obi-Wan groaned as the Duros didn't stop there, cupping his balls with one hand and holding the base of his shaft firmly with the other, dragging his tongue along Obi-Wan's engorged penis, his fangs dangerously close to the foreskin.
The sight of Bane's sharp teeth did nothing to dampen his excitement – if anything it fueled his highly inappropriate desire for the Duros. He reached behind Bane and cradled the back of his neck, wanting desperately to push the rest of the way into the bounty hunter's mouth, knowing he would be able to – not unless he wanted his member shredded to ribbons.
Obi-Wan soon learned that Bane didn't need to fit the entirety of the Jedi into his mouth to achieve his goals. The bounty hunter, with one hand firmly around the base of Obi-Wan's shaft, began to stroke it sensually, his saliva providing lubricant as he fit the tip into his mouth, just far enough to slip his tongue under the base of the head. Obi-Wan let out a very audible moan as Bane's tongue did things to Obi-Wan he didn't know was possible, his fingertips now digging into the skin of Bane's smooth shoulders.
Looking down at the Duros, seeing him lapping at his engorged erection as if it were the most delectable dish he had ever tasted, drove Obi-Wan closer to the edge, and he made one last, desperate attempt before it was too late and a line was crossed that could never be uncrossed.
"Bane… I… can't…" The bounty hunter stopped in mid-lick, staring up at Obi-Wan as if he wanted to eat him alive.
To the Jedi's surprise, Bane released him and stood up, gripping Obi-Wan by the shoulders and switching positions so Obi-Wan now had his back to the bed.
"Have a seat, Kenobi," the Duros ordered while pushing hard on Obi-Wan's shoulders, shoving him down onto the edge of the bed. "You look a bit peaky." And before the Jedi could object, Bane knelt on the floor and forced his way between his knees. The Duros gripped the base of the shaft and sucked renewed vigor while Obi-Wan cursed loudly as his traitorous cock gave a noticeable twitch.
"Nnnn-gaaaah!" Obi-Wan squirmed under the Duros' ministrations, feeling drops of precome squeezed and immediately licked up by the vulgar bounty hunter. Bane's response was to grin around the head before placing a hand on Obi-Wan's chest, shoving him down against the bed.
"Yer cock is mine, Kenobi," the Duros growled, dragging his tongue along the underside as Obi-Wan gasped for air. "So lie back and shut up."
Obi-Wan's only response was to moan while arching his back, his hands gripping the thin sheets as Bane continued to squeeze and stroke his cock with his hands while he sucked and licked the head. He struggled and fought against the impending orgasm, despite the futility of the act. Bane's lips and hands felt so wonderful they didn't seem real, and the impossibility of the situation made it that much more fantastic.
"Bane… Bane I'm… going to… you have to stop… or I'mmmnnnhhhahh!" Obi-Wan choked out a cry as Bane only sucked and stroked harder, causing his hot cock to spasm as tears stung his eyes from the sheer pleasure evoked by the those simple movements. He'd never felt such a loss of control of his own body as he neared his inevitable climax.
At the moment he peaked, the moment his cock seized hard and burst at the tip, he cried out the bounty's name, strained with need and desire as pleasure crashed through him in waves. He should have been horrified; should have been ashamed and disgusted with mental self-flagellation. Instead, he gripped the sheets tightly and moaned for Bane by name, noting somewhere in the back of his mind that the Duros hadn't pulled away, and had instead latched on the head of his cock – milking him for all he was worth and drinking every last drop of liquid that spilled from his twitching member.
Obi-Wan could only lie on the bed, panting while trying to catch his breath and calm his body, flinching and groaning when Bane gave him little licks along his sensitive cock. He couldn't remember having an orgasm that intense before, though that wasn't too surprising. His rare orgasms were of the self-inflicting variety and he viewed their arrival as more of a chore than a pleasurable activity.
But what Bane had just done… Obi-Wan had never experienced fellatio before, but he decided he liked it very much. Or perhaps you enjoyed it so much because of who was performing it, an insidious little voice inside his head said. Perhaps he was right about you.
Obi-Wan pushed aside the doubts and shame, actually impatient with them, and reached for Bane. But he was no longer there.
Blinking stupidly, his limbs heavy with a dull pleasure that covered him like a thick blanket, he looked down and saw that Bane had zipped up the Jedi's trousers and was already putting on his own clothing as casually as if nothing had occurred – certainly not the most mind-blowing orgasm Obi-Wan had ever experienced.
"Bane?" the Jedi asked, unable to think of anything else to say. "What are you doing?"
"What's it look like, Kenobi?" the Duros scoffed, tucking his shirt into his pants. "Don't tell me you want a postcoital cuddle?" The sneer on Bane's face should have angered the Jedi, but all he could feel was a confusing mixture of longing and annoyance.
"I… what? No. I mean… not to say, that would be unpleasant." Obi-Wan pulled himself into a sitting position, hoping his hot blush would be hidden by his beard and disheveled hair. "I mean… you haven't… you're not…"
Bane paused in pulling on his stolen jacket, the expression on his face unreadable. The Jedi couldn't even decipher his emotions – not without delving into his mind, which is something Obi-Wan was not about to do. The gesture would have felt wrong and invasive, despite the intimate setting a moment ago.
Then the expression was gone to be replaced by a sarcastic smirk. "How touching. I appreciate you wantin' to reciprocate, but I got somewhere to be dhat ain't here."
Obi-Wan blinked once again, but he didn't care how foolish he sounded as he asked, "Where? Where else could you possibly need to be?"
"None of yer business, dhat's where," Bane responded simply, and Obi-Wan was on his feet and in the Duros' face in one smooth, quick motion.
"That's not how this works, Bane," Obi-Wan nearly growled, causing the bounty hunter to widen his eyes in surprise. "You can't just…" Obi-Wan took a deep breath, forcing himself to say the words because they were too important to mince with childish embarrassment. "You can't barge your way into my life, take me in your mouth until I orgasm so hard I think I'm going to black out, and then just up and leave!"
Bane just stared at him, mouth slightly agape, and it was difficult to tell who was more astounded by the Jedi's words. Then Bane reached forward, cupping the back of the Jedi's neck to pull him close until their mouths met, his lips locking perfectly against Obi-Wan's mouth. There was a new taste there, one salty but not unpleasant, and he realized he was tasting himself on Bane's tongue. The realization made him hard again almost instantly, causing him to groan against the bounty hunter's mouth.
Bane broke the kiss first, his breath a little harder than before, and he said in a low, guttural voice as he peered up into Obi-Wan's face:
"Dhat's exactly what I'm gonna do."
Something sharp bit the back of Obi-Wan's neck, underneath Bane's hand, and the Jedi's eyes widened as he felt a familiar numbing sensation spreading across his neck and shoulders. He couldn't even cry out, his jaw locked in place as he was forced to endure in silence as the serum quickly deadened his nerves and muscles.
Oh, you have got to be kidding me! Obi-Wan internally raged.
But to Obi-Wan's surprise, Bane didn't pull away. "Easy there, Kenobi," the bounty hunter said with uncharacteristic gentleness as he grabbed the Jedi in his wiry arms so he didn't collapse, guiding him gently back onto the bed instead. "Can't have you chasin' after me now, can I?"
Obi-Wan was completely helpless as he glared up at the Duros – feeling more betrayed than he should have, considering who the betrayer was.
"You knew what I am," the bounty hunter accused softly, as if he could read Obi-Wan's thoughts. His crimson eyes held onto the Jedi's blue ones, but he soon looked away as he said, "You got only yerself to blame when you see storm clouds on the horizon and expect nothin' but sunshine."
And with those parting words, Obi-Wan's vision faded into darkness, his mind already gone before the bounty hunter left with a quiet whoosh-whoosh of the door.
"Obi-Wan?! Obi-Wan!"
Somewhere distant and fuzzy, the Jedi Master could feel a pair of hands shaking him by the shoulders. He thought it was his former Padawan, but he couldn't be sure. His mind felt mushy and his limbs wouldn't work, and he just wanted to lie there some more and sleep. Why did everyone have to wake him up when he finally managed to get some rest?
"Obi-Wan!"
Why was Anakin in such a fluster? He could hear the panic in his voice, but Obi-Wan just really, really didn't want to wake up. He'd had the oddest dream-
Slap!
"Anakin! What the hell-" Obi-Wan groggily complained as he rubbed his stinging cheek.
"Obi-Wan?!" His panicky Padawan's face slowly came into view as Obi-Wan blinked sluggishly. "Master! What's wrong with you?!"
"I'm fine, Anakin," Obi-Wan assured him without having any real idea if this was true, slowly sitting up with the help of the younger Jedi. It was only then that he realized he felt a bit exposed. Glancing down at his body, he did a double-take when he realized he was only half-clothed. "Where are my robes?"
Anakin frowned at the question. "On the floor, Master," his former Padawan responded with a raised eyebrow and – bless his soul – he was too flustered to inquire as to why his former master had decided to sleep half-nude. Or to notice Obi-Wan's growing unease. Normally, Obi-Wan would have chided the Knight for being so unobservant, but now he was selfishly grateful for it.
"Get dressed, Master," Anakin told him sternly him once he was satisfied his old master really was all right, picking up Obi-Wan's robes and tossing them his way. The Jedi caught them (barely) and asked with a befuddled:
"Why? Is something amiss?"
"Uh, yeah," Anakin acknowledged with a strong air of impatience. "You could say that."
"Oh, no," Obi-Wan moaned as it all came crashing back. "The Ambassador. It's the Ambassador, isn't it?"
Anakin again raised an eyebrow and replied, "The Ambassador is fine, if a little crabby we dropped out of hyperspace ahead of schedule."
"We… what? Anakin," Obi-Wan sighed as he stood, pulling on his robes as he tried very hard not to think about why they had been removed to begin with. "Tell me what happened. Now."
Anakin huffed impatiently and said, "Someone hacked into the Delano's navicomputer, pulled us into realspace, opened the cargo bay doors, and released half the supplies into space."
Obi-Wan could only stare at his old Padawan, mouth agape. "What?" and then a belated, "Who?"
Anakin's expression darkened at the question, and he growled, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me," Obi-Wan said in a flat voice, knowing exactly who the responsible party was as he felt his heart sink in his chest.
"Cad Bane," Anakin said with a level of animosity that Obi-Wan could sympathize with, considering the Duros had drugged him again. What had led to the drugging was something Obi-Wan pushed as far from his mind as humanly possible.
"The bounty hunter got on the ship somehow, ejected most of the goods, and made off with one crate in particular using a ship that was waiting for us to drop out of hyperspace."
"Marvelous," Obi-Wan remarked with dripping sarcasm, his tone sharp as his mind tried to display memories of said bounty hunter's mouth on various parts of his body. He knew he should have been absolutely livid for what Bane had done (and he was), but that anger was tainted by confusing flashes of yearning and hurt.
Anakin would perish from shock if he knew what his master had been doing with the most villainous bounty hunter in the galaxy, Obi-Wan thought while trying not to laugh. Or cry. The Jedi Master hadn't decided which was more appropriate as he pushed down the hysteria that threatened to overwhelm him in that moment.
"Oh, it gets better," Anakin retorted hotly as he opened the door to Obi-Wan's quarters, indicating his old master should follow (which he did, after covertly grabbing his lightsaber hilt from within the depths of the nightstand. No need for his former Padawan to wonder about that particular curiosity).
"Does it now? Wonderful." Obi-Wan walked beside his Padawan as a nervous whirlpool began to swirl in his stomach. Did they know? They couldn't possibly know. Could they? Surely not. Bane would have little to gain from parading about the ship while proclaiming his sordid exploits with the Jedi Master to all who would listen. Obi-Wan could count on Bane's self-preservation for discretion, if nothing else.
Thank the Maker his old Padawan was too embroiled in his own emotions to notice how uncharacteristically anxious and on edge his master was becoming with each passing moment. That was Obi-Wan's only comfort as his stomach mutinously processed what his mind would not.
"In here, Master," Anakin instructed, leading Obi-Wan to the bridge of the ship where, surprisingly, the captain was being detained with his wrists in binders and a sour look on his face.
"What's this?" Obi-Wan inquired with a deep frown, shoving aside his tumultuous thoughts with logic and training. His secret had not yet been exposed. There was no reason to succumb to panic and bail out of the nearest airlock just yet.
"Turns out," Anakin began with arms crossed, scowling down at the Rodian captain, "the Delano isn't only a merchant ship – it's a smuggling vessel. For illegally acquired items from archaeological excavation sites."
Obi-Wan's eyebrows creased in confusion. Why would Bane have passed on assassinating the Ambassador in favor of stealing some dusty artifacts? It didn't make any sense.
"What was in the crate?" Obi-Wan spoke the words slowly as the sinking feeling in his stomach grew more intense. Bane wasn't the type to steal trinkets or knick-knacks, especially with the time and effort it must have taken to pull off this latest heist. He was missing something crucial, just out of reach of his consciousness.
Oh yes, Obi-Wan had a very bad feeling about this.
"Not entirely sure," Anakin confessed, turning to Obi-Wan after giving the captain a heated glare that would ordinarily draw a frown from his old master if he wasn't so embroiled in his own problems. "The crew didn't log any details for obvious reasons. What we do know is that it came from an old Sith Temple on Moraband."
Without a word, Obi-Wan turned and exited the bridge. He purposefully strode down the various corridors; not stopping despite Anakin's confused shouts of, "Master! Wait! Where are you going!?"
Obi-Wan didn't pause until he reached Ambassador Yeetze's quarters, opening the door unannounced and bypassing the bluish, long-eared man as he yelped in surprise.
"Master Kenobi! Do they not teach manners at that temple of yours?" the Ambassador voiced scandalously, and the Jedi Master completely ignored the emissary's presence as hot anger and cold dread fought for dominance in his chest. Obi-Wan began first with the air vents, then near the floorboards, and finally tossing aside the politician's belongings as he searched the room top to bottom.
His former Padawan had given up trying to attract his old master's attention, knowing it was easier to wait until Obi-Wan was finished when he was laser-focused on a task. Finally, the older Jedi came to a full stop, his breathing lightly strained as he looked around the tousled room.
Nothing. There was nothing. No dispensers, no triggers, no gas-canisters.
The first thought to cross his mind: That bastard wasn't here for the Ambassador at all.
The second: He played me like a kloo horn.
The third: Bane is in danger.
It was one thing to steal priceless artifacts from a dig site – it was quite another to steal a relic of the ancient Sith Empire. Such items had immense power and could be quite dangerous to those in its care, even if the object in question is never touched.
It was also one thing to work for the Separatists as a gun-for-hire – but this was something entirely different. This was too reminiscent of the heist of the Jedi Temple and it spoke to far more sinister forces at work.
Oh, Bane. What have you done this time?
"Master?" The voice of his former Padawan, oddly soft, brought Obi-Wan back to reality with a cruel snap.
"We must alert the Council immediately," Obi-Wan commanded, as if he hadn't just torn apart the Ambassador's quarters without warning or reason. "Bane could do irreparable damage if that cargo falls into the wrong hands."
"I would say it's already in the wrong hands, Master," Anakin commented, causing Obi-Wan to inwardly wince. "You saw the damage he caused with the Jedi Holocron in his possession. Imagine what he could do with something from the Sith homeworld."
"I'm more worried about whoever hired him," Obi-Wan remarked as they exited the silent Ambassador's quarters – the emissary apparently too stunned by recent developments to add his glib commentary.
"That would explain all the strange dust around the ship," Obi-Wan pointed out, trying to focus on minute details and observations that were in the present in order to push out the mental flashes of crimson eyes and azure fingers. "Poor luck that we tried to smuggle the Ambassador while it was already smuggling illegal contraband."
"I told you we should have gone with the corvette, Master," Anakin smugly stated, but Obi-Wan didn't respond. He was too preoccupied with berating himself to a much more severe degree and for an entirely different purpose.
I'm such a fool, Obi-Wan repeated over and over. Fool, fool, fool. You thought Bane had changed his mind of assassination in favor of seducing you? It was all misdirection. And you fell for it like a fumbling, randy Padawan.
"Bane will pay for what he's done," Anakin commented vehemently once they reached the bridge and waited for the Jedi Temple to answer their hail from the bridge of the Delano. "He's not walking away. Not this time."
"Agreed," Obi-Wan added, though he suspected his old Padawan wanted to catch the bounty hunter for not quite the same reasons as Obi-Wan. Bane had much to answer for, least of all why he decided to steal a Sith artifact.
One thing was certain – despite Bane's greatest efforts to plunge himself into reckless danger and become entangled in the forces of the Dark side, Obi-Wan would be damned before he let the mercenary get himself killed.
He wasn't letting Bane off that easy.
A/N: I'm not sure who is more exasperated by Bane's antics – me or Obi-Wan. Probably Obi-Wan
Thank you so much for reading! I've wanted to write this ever since I finished Mending, and I'm so sorry it took me such a long time to get around to it. Big shout-out to my beta reader CaptainMazzic who also has some fantastic Kenobane artwork. You can also find me on Tumblr as Wolveria if you ever want to keep up-to-date with my shenanigans (which include cheesy gifs and terrible music videos of my own making).
Additional notes: The Sleight of Hand is also the name of Bane's ship in Legends, and I found it too fun not to use. Apologies to anyone who was exposed to my smut through such nefarious means. *wink*
Bane and Obi-Wan will return for Part Three, and may the Force be with you. Always.