The Force of Our Love
Chapter 2
A/N: I don't usually do this, but considering all the shit going on in the news recently... Trigger Warning: Dubcon
Even though Jedi weren't supposed to think such things, Shinichi considered the best day of his life to be the day Master Windu asked him to be his Padawan. He was 12 at the time and he and the rest of his friend group—Kaito, Hattori, Hakuba, Sera—were all concerned that they wouldn't be chosen to be Padawans, even though they were all extremely skilled. When he had told the others, they were happy for him, he could tell, but they were also jealous, since he was the first. Those feelings faded as they all were chosen by Masters too.
Except for Kaito. No one had wanted Kaito.
Unthinkable.
But it happened.
In a similar vein, Shinichi knew he wasn't supposed to have favorites—it was against the Jedi Code to have serious attachments, and therefore favorites were forbidden—but that doesn't mean he didn't have them. His favorite food? Lemon pie. Favorite drink? Stim, black. Favorite lightsaber form? Form III with some moves taken from Form V. But if he had favorites, then it stands to reason that he had least favorites as well.
And his least favorite day, the one of the worst he's ever had was the day the Council told Kaito he'd be going off to the Agricorps because no one wanted him.
But that was then. This is now.
Shinichi stared up at Kaito. He couldn't look away. His old friend looked exhausted, dark bags hanging under Sith-yellow eyes that burned into him. Kaito's face was pale and gaunt, like he's been on starvation rations. "Oh, beautiful," Kaito murmured, eyes roaming all over Shinichi's trapped form. He shuttered. "It's been far too long."
Words slipped out of Shinichi's mouth. "What have they done to you?"
Kaito smiled, twisted with an edge of cruelty that was a far cry from the happy-go-lucky boy he used to know. "Shinichi… I have become perfect."
"What do you mean?"
He leaned forward, resting his hands lightly on the bed to prop himself up. "There are so many more things of the Force that my Master taught me than the Jedi could possibly imagine." He spat 'Jedi' like it was a curse. "The Jedi have limited you, limited us, but I've broken free." He reached out and brushed away some of the hair from Shinichi's forehead. He dared not flinch. "I've come to free you too."
"I will not Fall," Shinichi said, both to Kaito and himself.
His smile seemed to become softer, fond almost. "You were always so cute when you thought you could disobey me. Shinichi, love, you don't have a choice." Shinichi exhaled slowly, closing his eyes, his control on his emotions starting to slip. It was too much to hope Kaito didn't notice it. "See? It's beginning already…"
"I don't know what the Sith did to you, Kaito, but I assure you, I will not Fall."
"Not even if I hurt you?"
"You'd never hurt me."
"Such certainty…" He looked away. "You don't know what I'd do now. I've changed in many ways since we were children."
"That would never change." It wouldn't. The Kaito Shinichi knew hated it when people got hurt because of him, either in sparring practice or during a game of hide and seek. Even Fallen, he'd never hurt his friends.
And this had to be his Kaito. Shinichi almost hoped it wasn't—it would be much easier to kill the Sith if there was nothing of his friend left—but just the very idea of Kaito being completely gone was absolutely revolting to him. For the first time since his early teens, Shinichi's emotions and logic were at war with each other. It was impossible to turn someone back from the Dark Side, but everything in him begged to try; he'd lost too many friends in this war already. Clone Troopers, Jedi Masters, and even his fellow Padawans were now gone, lost forever.
He wanted Kaito to live.
He swallowed and opened his eyes to see Kaito hovering over him, having gotten on the bed while his eyes were closed. "And what will you do now?" he asked.
"I'm going to keep you safe from the Jedi." Kaito stared down at him like he was memorizing Shinichi's face. "I've missed you so much…" He cupped Shinichi's cheek, his hand freezing. "I've waited so long for this. It's been the only thing that's kept me sane through all the beatings, all the missions and assassinations… I wouldn't have made it through a day if not for the memory of you. But it's all been worth it. We're going to be together now, with nothing holding us back."
"And your Sith master? Surly he will never allow a Jedi to live."
"To hell with Dooku. He controls me no longer, not now that I have what he promised me."
Leaning down, Kaito brushed his lips against Shinichi's—a chaste kiss. For a moment, Shinichi could pretend they were children again, back in the Temple gardens with the hot sun hitting his back and Kaito sweeping him up in a fit of excitement. But then he tried to move his hands and the cuffs held his hands firmly in place, returning him to his body. Shinichi jerked his head away.
Kaito pouted, which was too cute considering his eyes were still bright yellow. "Shin-Shin…"
Shinichi bit the inside of his mouth. "Don't do that again. It's wrong."
He scowled. "Why? Because the Jedi say they are!?" he snarled. "They're stagnant fools, content to wallow in their own hypocrisy. Their words hold no sway over me anymore!" His eyes took on a fervent light. "Shinichi, I love you. You love me. We're perfect. Let's…just be us. Alone. Together."
There was no denying his words; they were the truth he had been trying to ignore for the past 7 years. "These emotions are of the Dark Side," he said anyway, his paltry argument wavering in the air as if it could stop their feelings.
"Then everything I am is Dark. My love for you is the last good thing I have left, and I won't let it be taken from me by the Jedi."
Kaito dove into another kiss, deeper and more passionate than before. Shinichi instinctively kissed back, opening his mouth to allow the other entrance. This kiss really shouldn't happen, it's a mistake, but Shinichi couldn't find it in himself to break away. Kaito slipped in his tongue inside, his slick muscle stroking the sensitive roof of Shinichi's mouth. Shinichi moaned softly, the sweet sound muffled by the press of their lips. His tongue hung still, shy and uncertain; Kaito stroked it encouragingly, coaxing Shinichi into joining him in a wet dance, the muscles twisting and wrapping around each other. His hands descended onto him, one hand going to the back of Shinichi's head to entangle itself in the short hands at the base of his neck. The other wrapped around him, the chilled palm running up and down his back, pressing him closer to Kaito.
Shinichi tried to embrace him back, only to be stopped again by the cuffs. He whined into the kiss, arching his back. He didn't want to think. He'd never been touched like this before and it was overwhelming his senses, making it hard to breath. But this… if this was going to happen, he was glad it was with Kaito. He broke the kiss, panting. "K-Kai… the cuffs…"
Kaito waved his hands and the shackles tore free of their chains, though Shinichi's connection to the Force was still blocked. He descended onto Shinichi's neck, sucking for several seconds to leave a dark red mark in his wake. Hands swept down his body, tearing the blanket away to reveal bare flesh—he'd been naked the entire time under there. Kaito had undressed him. Shinichi flushed bright red.
A breathless laugh filled his ears. "Don't worry, love," Kaito murmured, tugging on his earlobe with his teeth. "It's nothing I haven't already seen today."
"B-Bastard!" he gasped as a nail scraped across his nipple, hardened from either the cold hyperspace air or his own arousal. Kaito pinched and tweaked them, abusing his body. Shinichi squired in his grip, releasing a strangled whine as Kaito's tongue flicked a nipple while his newly-freed hand began to gently stroke his cock.
His mind completely blanked. Shinichi arched his back and moaned loudly, arching up into Kaito's hand and threading his hands through the other's hair. He could feel the smirk against his skin. "Oh? Did that feel good?" Shinichi glared down at his smug expression. "Why don't you just let me make you feel good forever? You'd love it, wouldn't you?"
Without a spark of hesitance, Shinichi rubbed his knee between Kaito's legs, pressing against the bulge there through Kaito's clothes. The other hissed, eyes wide, and Shinichi flashed a smirk of his own. The Force seemed to tremble around them, the darkness polluting every breath he took, no doubt messing with his mind. "Oh?" he mocked, jostling his knee again so Kaito was practically humping his leg. "Did that feel good?"
Kaito returned his earlier glare and, somehow, Shinichi didn't find it as terrifying as Sith eyes were supposed to make it. "Don't tempt me," he growled. A shiver went down Shinichi's spine—definitely not terror. "You have no idea how much I'm holding back right now."
In for a credit… "Then don't," Shinichi said impulsively. "Kaito… please."
Kaito dove at him, their teeth clacking together from the force of their kiss. He hitched Shinichi's legs over his shoulders, revealing him fully to Kaito. With a wave of his hand, a bottle leapt out of the desk and into his hand. Kaito poured the liquid inside—some type of oil, he noticed—onto his hands and onto Shinichi, over his hard cock and down his crack. Shinichi shivered.
With deft fingers, Kaito rubbed Shinichi's entrance, watching in clear adoration and fascination when it made Shinichi's hips twitch. He slid the first finger in, cautiously probing a place that never before touched. Shinichi breathed deeply; he was relaxed, so it didn't hurt, but the feeling was still a little uncomfortable. That feeling was forgotten in a blaze of lust as Kaito stroked his cock again, alternating between strokes and thrusts with his finger. Shinichi moaned, so lost to the pleasure that he didn't notice Kaito adding a second and then a third finger until they abruptly curled and hit something deep inside him.
Shinichi wailed, spilling himself onto his stomach.
Dazed, he could only watch as Kaito continued to finger-fuck him through his orgasm. He pumped and spread his fingers inside, stimulating Shinichi's sweet spot. Shinichi writhed, overwhelmed by the pleasure as Kaito loomed over him.
He blinked blearily at Kaito's hungry smile, exhausted. "Don't fall asleep now, Shin-Shin. This is where the fun begins."
Hours later, the room was quiet, the lights off and smelling of sex.
And Shinichi just laid there.
He couldn't move. Kaito's body pinned him to the bed. He was asleep, worn out from their earlier…activities. Shinichi blushed, tucking his head into the side of the other's neck. Kaito had collapsed on top of him, unmoving from his position; he hadn't even removed his cock from Shinichi's body.
Sighing, Shinichi curled a hand around Kaito's waist as he stared up at the cell ceiling. While sleep had quickly taken and kept Kaito in its grip, Shinichi had found himself awake after only a few hours of rest. He was desperately trying not to think. If he thought, then he'd remember the Jedi Code, and Master Windu, and how he was obliged to kill Kaito—
Or he would think about Kaito. Sweet, innocent Kaito who would give him flowers picked from the Meditation Garden, who would smile and laugh even during a scolding, who would make Shinichi's heart flutter and beat like he was having a heart attack. He couldn't think about Kaito then because it would ultimately lead to thinking of Kaito now, and he couldn't do that, he couldn't, oh gods he couldn't—
Kaito whimpered in his sleep. His arms tightened around Shinichi's back and he let out a pitiful groan. "No…" he whispered, his voice broken, but still obviously asleep. "No, please…don't, please, I beg you!"
Shinichi stayed painfully still as Kaito sobbed, suppressing his instinctive desire to comfort him. A nightmare. Did the substance of nightmares get nightmares? Kaito whined and Shinichi felt wet tears fall against his bare skin.
"Please…please, don't hurt Shinichi!" His breath froze. What? "Please, I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt him! No! No, please! Stop! It hurts! Gods, it hurts! Shinichi! Shinichi, where are you!?"
A hand threaded into Kaito's hair as Shinichi embraced him fully, whispering comforting words into his ear. "Shh…it's okay, it's okay. No one is hurting you and no one will."
"Shin-Shin?" the shattered voice replied and Shinichi tightened his hug. He nodded, his heart aching in his chest.
"Yes, I'm here, your Shin-Shin is here. Don't cry. Please Kaito, don't cry, there's nothing wrong."
"No…" he moaned and squeezed Shinichi back. "There is something wrong! I'm wrong! I hurt you, I hurt you so bad, and now you'll leave me—"
He couldn't take that heartbroken tone anymore. Closing his eyes, Shinichi steeled his resolve. "Hush. I'm not going to leave you again."
"What?"
"I can't leave you again," Shinichi confessed. He wouldn't let go. He'd save Kaito, he had to. There was still good in him. He knew it. "I'll stay with you…as long as you want me."
"I'll always want you," Kaito proclaimed. "I love you."
"I… love you too, Kai."
As much as Kaito loved his Shinichi, he could be so naïve at times. He could only assume that was the result of such a kind heart—Shinichi could only hope for the best in people. But it didn't matter. Even if Shinichi eventually realized his mistake, Kaito would never let him go again.
Even if he kill Shinichi in order to keep him.
