Purple and orange hues filled the sky at dusk on Korriban. A dry cool wind swept up the plateau where Carth stood overlooking the rocky, stark landscape. The cliffs, jutting rocks, and ancient statues carved from the natural stone towers all radiated from the light of the orange sun setting off into distance. Boots on pebbles notified him that someone was approaching. He didn't have to turn around to know it was Revan. The Jedi stood behind him facing off into the beauty of the sky beyond Carth. The breeze cooled the heat heavy air stirring the dust below their feet. Carth tried to remember a time when he was completely at peace, a time when his mind wasn't burdened with so much. He could feel Revan's chin on his shoulder, his arms enveloping him pulling him closer. Carth let his head fall back onto Revan's head as the Jedi kissed his cheek. The heat of the Jedi's body and the familiarity of his touch should have been more comforting.

"We're almost done," Revan whispered into Carth's ear. "The last star map is in Naga Sadow's tomb. I can feel it."

Carth remained silent. Although, he too was pleased and relieved that the final piece of the map was within their grasp, thoughts of Dustil raced through his mind. He couldn't help but feel guilty that his shortcomings as a father were what lead to his son's struggles growing up on war-torn Telos, and his turning to the dark side. He had said his final goodbye to Dustil on the docking bay just outside Dreshdae. They booked passage for Dustil on the large transport ship that would take him home to Telos by way of Coruscant. The ship would leave first thing in the morning, but not soon enough for Carth. The sooner his son was away from the evil of the Sith, the safer he would be.

Revan continued to kiss him bringing him in tighter to his body, but Carth resisted. He thought back to the moment after he left Dustil standing on the dock registering as a passenger. As he was leaving, something told he to hang back and keep an eye on Dustil. He stood back near the hangar doors that lead back into the port city. Unexpectedly, Revan came out of nowhere to pull Dustil to aside before he boarded the ship. He stopped in his tracks, waiting, watching Revan talk pointedly to his son. Traders, Sith cadets, and any number of smugglers and thieves moved about the port entrance muffling the conversation he strained to hear going on between his son and Revan as he moved closer to them making sure not to let them notice him. He only needed to hear the words "Coruscant" and "Jedi Temple" to know what Revan was talking to his son about. It was at that point that he turned away from his son and the Jedi to head back toward the Sith Academy.

Now that the Jedi had him in his arms, Carth strained to think of how to confront him. Not only ask him about his intentions with son, but of the changes he saw Revan going through since their arrival on the Sith planet. Carth could see that the trials were finally taking their toll on the man he loved. This leg of their quest had been the hardest. He saw Revan give in for the first time to the lure of the dark side with the young cadet Shaardan. His worry grew two-fold when he saw Revan advising his son.

"What's wrong?" Revan asked as Carth continued to resist his embrace.

"Why did you do that?" Carth broke free of Revan's hold and turned to confront him. "Why did you send Dustil to the Jedi Council on Coruscant?"

Revan looked at him, thought for a moment then realized what it was

Carth was alluding to, but he made no effort to respond.

"Why Revan?"

"Carth, you saw for yourself. Dustil was doing very well in his studies, he'll make a fine Jedi."

"Revan! I don't want him to be a Jedi. I want him to go home to Telos. What there is of it. I want him to be there when I go home. I don't want him trekking through the galaxy risking his life, falling into danger. I've just found him. I don't want to lose him again. By becoming a Jedi, he'll be at constant risk."

"You can't plan your son's life out for him. He is a force adept. He needs to be trained on how to use it. Without the guidance of the Jedi Council there is no telling where his power would take him." Revan put his hands on Carth's arms, "I wanted to help him."

"Revan, it's not just that." Carth looked out into the horizon again collecting he thoughts before turning to back to Revan. "This planet is affecting you. The dark side is strong here, and you're giving in to it."

Revan released Carth and stepped back, "What do you mean?"

"You're in a constant state of agitation. You let Shaardan be killed by Master Uthar. All you had to do was give him the sword of Ajunta Pall. We don't need it. There was no need to keep it from him."

"He failed the quest. He didn't deserve it," Revan said in a stressed tone.

"Then there's Ajunta Pall himself." Carth paused. "You had the chance to persuade him back to the light side, but you didn't. I kept waiting for you tell him that the dark side was a trap that you yourself had learned that. But you didn't. You let his spirit wallow in agony for who knows how many more millennia."

Revan turned away from Carth, "I did what I had to do. Ajunta Pall was a Sith lord guilty of many crimes."

"Revan! No one is beyond redemption. You of all people should remember that!" Carth pulled at Revan's arm forcing his lover to face him.

"I have to go Carth," Revan calmly stated as he backed away, "Master Wynn is waiting for me. We're almost done here. We'll be gone soon. None of this will matter once we leave the planet."

"All of it matters. Everything you do matters. Don't forget that." Carth moved past him then stopped. "I love you. But don't forget all that we've gone through, all that we still have to face. Don't forget any of it." With that Carth made his way into the Sith Academy.

Revan tried to think over all that Carth had said, but nothing seemed to matter except his meeting with Sith Master Uthar Wynn. The inevitable confrontation he would have with the Sith Master was nearing, yet Revan remained confident he could defeat him. He followed Carth into the Academy, but as Carth made his way to their living quarters, he sought out the Sith Master.

Master Wynn stood in the grand hall of the Sith Academy already waiting for him, next to him his young Twi'lek apprentice Yuthura Ban. The dark lord greeted him with a nod of his head. In the light of the hall, Master Wynn's elaborate skull tattoo took on a ghoulish hue of purple intensified by the pallor of his ski.

He could feel the Master's arrogance, knew the Master underestimated him. He breathed in and said, "I hear your working you way through the tasks quite rapidly."

"I am," Revan easily admitted.

Yuthura spoke up, "He's already earned an impressive amount of prestige. He's ready for the final task."

Master Wynn narrowed his eyes, sizing up the Jedi, "Excellent. Tomorrow we enter the Tomb of Naga Sadow. Make use of the time you have and prepare yourself."

"Yes, Master," Revan said with a slight bow.

The Sith Master turned to leave the central hall. Yuthura gave Revan one last look pursing her lips and raising her brow in a seductive manner before following her master down into a corridor of the Academy.

Revan watched them disappear into Master Wynn's chamber before moving. There was little more he needed to do. He was more than prepared, ready to overcome and defeat whatever it was the Sith Master had in store for him. The energy of the Force surged through him. He was alive, felt everything coming together as he walked back to his living quarters to find Carth. An excitement pulsed within him, an excitement he never experienced before. It was a mix of the anticipation of the oncoming encounter, and the excitement of knowing the last star map was within their grasp. He quickened his steps to seek his lover's hold. He needed to feel Carth in his hands, smell his familiar scent.

Carth lay in the bed, sleeping. He slipped out of the Sith robes he wore over the last few days as he triumphed through the trials of the tombs then slide into the warm bed next to his lover. The excitement was overpowering. He had to release it.

He wanted to express this overwhelming passion with Carth, share it with him. He pulled him in closer. Carth resisted, but Revan could hear or see nothing but his own desire to that he needed to satiate. His skin burned with a fiery ache. He knew Carth could feel the heat coming off his body, yet he just pushed Revan back. It was too much to bear, Revan needed someone. He couldn't sleep, couldn't let his mind rest. Passion, the one emotion he let linger within him, was now raging like a caged beast growling to be released. He slipped out of the bed, quietly putting on a cloak over his naked body before making any move to leave the room. He lingered at the entrance of it waiting for Carth to say something, but he only lied quietly, clearly falling back into an exhausted, deep sleep.

With that Revan moved with Jedi speed until he reached the large metal doors of the Academy. The young cadet on duty quickly straightened his stand at the approaching Jedi. Revan peered into the other man's eyes. He mustered all the power of the force within him.

"I need to leave the Academy... You will open the doors for me…"

The cadet struggled to resist, but only briefly. "You need to leave... I will open the doors for you..."

Revan was out of the Academy making his way in blinding speed to the docking bay that held the transport ship. By now he was seething, his blood boiling. His erection moved from side to side rubbing against his cloak. He opened it up as he crossed the path between the Academy entrance and the port. His genitals pulsed in the night breeze. He concealed himself once more as he moved into the Dreshdae port. In a blur, he weaved in and out of the people who still moved about the docks even at this hour. The transport ship was docked beyond the covered hangars sitting in one of the open-air bays. In the cool blue of the moonlight, the old ship appeared to be sturdier and more space worthy. Dockworkers were still loading the cavernous cargo hold. He waited, impatiently for the right moment.

His heart quickened its pace realizing the ease with which he would get into the ship and find the room he wanted. A lone worker remained outside the ship while a team moved a load of crates into the hold. Within moments the worker left the computer terminal where he stood and entered the ship. Revan used one of the computer spikes in the inside pocket of the cloak to easily slice the terminal. On the screen in front of him, a map of the ships interior was revealed. The passenger manifest revealed the deck and room of Dustil Onasi.

Revan moved into the cargo hold. Lights far above gave off little light in the large hold. It was easy to hide in the darkness between the crates. He ran from one stack of cargo to another until he got to the elevator where he used another spike to get him to the upper floors where the passengers were booked. He found the deck and room where he would find the younger Onasi. The lock on Dustil's cabin door was easy enough to hack. Once inside, Revan moved across the room. Dustil slept soundly in the bed, his breathing slow and steady. He reached out to him trying to get inside his to head to see what Dustil was dreaming. Dustil stirred. Revan waited proceeded to try again to invade the young man's mind. This time Dustil quickly tore the covers from the bed. His body rolled into the air to land in the corner of the room wearing only his underwear. The red light saber concealed under the covers came to life as he stood defensively facing the Jedi at the end of his bed.

Dustil seethed, "What are you doing here?"

Revan said just above a whisper, again utilizing his control of the Force, "I want you. I need to have you. You will give in."

"Nice try…Jedi," Dustil lashed out.

"A challenge," Revan stated flatly. "This will be fun."

"Get out!" Dustil shouted.

"You're mine," Revan dropped his cloak to reveal his naked body, his penis fully erect.

"You think you're the first?" Dustil spat out, "Remember where I grew up, Jedi. Alone on a planet devastated by you and Malak. I fought off scum like you on a daily basis!"

"Not like me," Revan warned.

"You can have it, if you can get it!"

Dustil closed his eyes letting his anger collect within him fueled by the memories of his lonely, hungry-stricken childhood in filth. He called to the dark side extending his left arm. Bolts of lightening shot from his hand in a dazzling streak aimed at Revan. Revan held out his hand collecting the energy of the Force into his palm. He maneuvered the brilliant bolts into a ball then let it dissipate into the air around him. Dustil let out a scream then lurched into the air and across the room wielding his light saber. Revan released an intense, pounding onslaught of air. Dustil flew back against the wall hitting it with a crashing slam. He fell to the floor stunned. Revan walked slowly to him. The young Sith leaned against the wall struggling to stand. He held out his hand pulling his light saber up from the floor from where it landed. Before he could draw it out, Dustil found himself encased in a blue-white field of energy unable to move.

Revan was at his side, "I've got you."

Dustil could make no move nor utter any response until the energy field ebbed away. Revan grabbed him by the arms pushing the young man onto the bed landing his body squarely over his. He nuzzled the back of Dustil's neck gyrating his erection into his round supple buttocks.

"Get off me!" Dustil shouted.

Revan moved one arm around the struggling man's neck while ripping off his underwear with the other hand. Revan's erection ached from desire, but he savored the moment moving his hand up and down Dustil's smooth, tight back.

Dustil tried again in vain to push the Jedi off his back, but the Jedi was like a stone heavily weighing him down. Revan used his knees to pry apart Dustil's legs. Dustil squealed as memories of his life on Telos ran through his mind. He remembered the different men who had done this very thing to him over the years on the ravaged planet after they promised him safety from the disease and starvation that plagued their planet. The smell of their stale, drunken breaths in his face came rushing back to him.

"No!" He shouted in vain.

"Relax, just relax."

Revan spat into his hand then moved it between Dustil's ass cheeks, then slowly worked a finger into his anus. Dustil felt Revan's finger entering him, moving in and out. He let out an unwilling soft moan as Revan entered a second finger, lingered for a while then entered a third. He felt a blunt pressure. Revan was making his way into him. As the head of Revan's penis finally made its way inside him, Dustil let out another scream. The blunt pressure turned into sharp, agonizing waves of pain. It felt as if a knife were thrust inside him. He knew he had to relax his body, experience told him to let go or the pain would continue. He eased his body trying to relax, hoping the pain would diminish. Revan pumped him in easy, slow movements. He could feel Revan's balls slamming against his ass with each thrust.

Dustil sighed with relief as soon as he realized the pain was leaving to be replaced with a pleasure he had long forgotten. Of the one man on Telos who really had helped him, who brought him back from the brink of starvation and encouraged him to seek out the Sith Academy here on Korriban.

Revan kissed the back of his neck. He released Dustil from the chokehold and ran his fingers through Dustil's hair. Dustil felt himself slipping, his anger subsiding. He felt wave after wave of the Force emanating from the man on top of him. It was intoxicating. He turned his head, found the Jedi's lips, kissed him.

Revan fell into ecstasy at the tightness of the young man. He plowed his penis deeper and deeper into him, urged on by the kiss. He wanted every inch of his penis to take in the pleasure of Dustil. With a gasp, Dustil lifted his hips. Revan took the queue and pumped his hips faster and faster. His breathing matched the pace of his grinding in even faster then slower, then faster pumps. Revan rubbed his face into Dustil's hair, lost in his all consuming passion. He rammed into Dustil with everything he had impaling the young man with each thrust driving his fingers deeper into his hips pulling him in closer and closer. Finally, he reached his climax. He thrust every last bit of his orgasm into Dustil until he was exhausted and spent. He gently pulled out of the young man kissing the center of his back between his shoulder blades. Quietly, he stood, his penis now limp then quickly covered himself once more with his cloak.

Dustil turned around to face the Jedi. He breathed in deeply as he moved back and leaned against the headboard of his bed, "Now what?"

Revan looked at the naked man, "Go on to Telos, as you father wanted. Forego Coruscant and the Jedi temple. Wait for your father on Telos, he will be there to meet you when he is able."

Dustil let out a doubtful sigh, "My father will be there 'when he is able.' And just when will that be? …in a year, in two years? What am I supposed to do until then? Whore myself out to any man with another empty promise?"

Dustil paused. "No, I won't be going back there. I can't, at least not until things change. I'll go to Coruscant. I'll seek the advice of the Jedi Council."

"There is too much anger in you still," Revan lowered his head and shook it. "There is too much anger in me. I never should have come here." He looked back to the naked man, "I'm sorry."

"Keep your apology."

Revan turned to leave Dustil's room. Carth had been right. The Sith planet was affecting him. He could feel the dark power of the force all around him needling its way into his consciousness.

He turned back to Dustil before leaving, "The Jedi Council will see the anger in you. Let them know you're aware of it that you're struggling to overcome it. It will be a constant battle. Be prepared."