Obi-wan exhaled slowly as he forced his eyes open, immediately wondering why his neck hurt so bad. Remembering the previous night, he groaned in exasperation, running his hand through his tousled hair.
That's when he realized that someone else was there in the cockpit with him.
Swiveling in the pilot's chair, Kenobi's eyes widened a slight fraction as he took in the woman from last night. She was half-standing, half-leaning against one of the consoles, looking up at the stars through the front hull windows.
"I… uh…" Kenobi said awkwardly, not really sure how he should start, "Did you sleep well… er… last night?"
She gave a smile that spoke volumes, "You can't honestly believe I had time to sleep last night, can you?"
Turning the chair back around, Obi-wan let it slip without meaning to, "Sorry I asked."
Realizing what he had just said, the Jedi Knight spun back to face her, getting up from his chair as he hastily amended, "I apologize, it seems my manners have evaporated overnight. Do you require any refreshments?"
She laughed, the sound too sweet. Her eyes looked his up and down, in such a way that when her gaze met his, he knew his face must've burned a little, "That depends… what do you have to offer, sugar?"
"I… beg your pardon?" Obi-wan asked, brow raising as he folded his arms before his chest, the picture of Jedi serenity.
"You heard me," She smiled, "what kind of drinks do you have aboard this junker?"
Obi-wan began to walk towards the tiny mess hall, which comprised of a single table, a single replicator, a sink and a couple storage containers. He heard her footsteps fall behind him as he explained, "We have an assortment of beverages. This 'junker' is fitted with the latest in replicating technology, and includes favorites from every galaxy in the known universe."
"Wow. That's a whole lotta options for a girl." She said, smiling slyly as she looked from the replicator to the Jedi standing in the doorway, "Would you mind helping me out?"
"I don't know your preferences, Miss…?"
"Jasmine." She replied, taking a step closer, "My preferences are dangerous. Bad. And hot, of course."
"Then I'd recommend the Crimson Sunrise of the Bardazian Gates." Obi-wan replied, eyes narrowing slightly as she continued making her way towards him, slinking as her sexual appeal rolled off of her in waves. Unfortunately for her, the Jedi remained unfazed.
"Sometimes I prefer something a little more… good." She said, tapping the bottom of his chin with her finger.
"I'm sorry," Obi-wan said, grasping her wrist lightly as he pulled her hand away from his face, "I think we may have misunderstood each other somewhere along the way."
"No misunderstanding." She admitted with a small pout. Then she turned and headed to the replicator, "Sunrise it is. Thanks for the suggestion."
Obi-wan shook his head as he left the small mess, realizing that the girl was playing on dangerous ground.
He had only taken a few steps away from the doorway, when he almost ran into the solid chest of a certain Sith Lord. Obi-wan instantly jerked to back to avoid even a fraction of contact. When he looked up it was to see that heated gaze raking over his body, it took all his strength not to show a reaction and shiver. Maul knew him too well, however, as a smirk grew on his features the moment his golden orbs flicked up to hold Kenobi's gaze.
"So where are we dropping off this one?" Obi-wan asked, forcing his throat muscles to work.
"We're not." The Zabrakian simply grunted, starting to head past the Jedi.
"Wait, what? How long is she staying?" Obi-wan asked, as the other continued past, frowning.
Maul stopped, tilting his head to the side only slightly as he merely said, "A while."
Obi-wan frowned, watching as the other disappeared into the mess hall.
If someone had told him a month ago that he would be traveling with a sith, much less the Sith Lord himself, he would never have believed it. Had he gone off the path? It's not like he ever did anything, truly. Except, perhaps, taking guilty pleasure in certain acts Maul managed to get away with.
He felt a strange tightening in his gut as he remembered how Maul had tracked him down to that club. The touches. The way his hand felt on his hot shaft. The uncontrollable way Obi-wan had cum. A heated shiver traveled down his spine. Obi-wan shook his head. He couldn't think about that.
He was a Jedi, follower of the light. Of the true way.
One thing was curious, however. He stared at his hand, feeling the pulsing of the Force flowing through it, stronger than ever before. Could it have been the connection he had made to the Sith Lord? Perhaps, given Maul's newly risen status, Obi-wan had unwittingly been taken along when he had freed the Sith from the cell. When the Force finally caught up with Maul, some of it had clearly flowed into Kenobi as well.
The Jedi Knight tightened his fist, disliking having the Zabrakian to thank for his increased power.
But if it helped in his fight to resist the dark lord's advances, who was he to complain?
Suddenly a loud clatter and Jasmine yelling emanated from the mess hall. Spinning on his heels, light saber out and ready, Obi-wan skidded to a stop in the doorway. What he saw didn't register until sounds caught up with him.
Jasmine had her head thrown back, blouse torn open as she lay, sprawled out on the table. Her drink was tipped over, forgotten on the floor. The Sith Lord was standing in between her legs, hands gripping either side of her hips as he forced himself in and out of her dripping hole. Her thighs were visibly shaking, even as Maul spread them farther apart.
As her moans and cries of ecstasy rose, Obi-wan felt his face redden deeply. Somehow, he managed to re-holster his weapon as he let out a strangled breath. Had they not had enough last night?
He tried to make a hasty retreat, when Maul's growl pierced through the loud moans. Unwillingly, Obi-wan made eye contact, knowing the other knew he was there. That heated stare nailed him to the spot, making the Jedi gasp in disbelief as he felt almost physically immobilized.
Then he realized it was force bindings as well that rooted him to the spot. His usual calm demeanor spiked with an anger reserved particularly for the Sith Lord himself. His blue gaze narrowed to glare at the tattooed warrior, lashing out with the force to destroy the bindings that were put in place. As he continued to struggle with it, he was forced to watch as Maul rammed into the woman, who was too carried away with the pleasure and her own cries of ecstasy to notice the forced voyeur.
The longer he watched, the harder he got, much to Obi-wan's horror and Maul's morbid fascination. The Zabrakian could tell, which his devilish smirk only proved, as he picked up the pace.
"Damn it, Maul." Obi-wan hissed, as he finally got free. He hightailed it out of there as soon as he could, but was not far away enough as the festivities finally ended, the woman shrieking her release.
Obi-wan's heart was racing, his breathing rapid, as he finally shut the door in his quarters. He sank to the edge of his bed, glaring holes through the thick door.
This was getting way out of hand.
-o-o-o-
Kenobi cornered the Sith shortly afterwards, voice stern as he stated, "We need to talk."
Darth Maul, who had been observing the view in the cockpit, merely turned to face him, giving the Knight his full attention.
"You cannot be doing such inappropriate activities all over the shuttle-"
"I would not call the replicator room *all* over the shuttle-"
"That's not the point." Kenobi said bluntly, not amused, "What you did was not necessary."
With a cocked brow, Maul stepped closer with a swish of his black robes, "Would *you* have preferred to be the one taken against the table?"
Kenobi's breath caught, before he growled, "NO."
"Then it. *WAS*. Necessary." Darth Maul growled back deeply, taking a step at each pause, so close they were breaths away.
Obi-wan glared back into those fierce orbs, realizing all his good intentions, all his planning, was falling apart. This was a bad idea. Had been from the very start. Maybe he was better off looking over his shoulder for both the assassins AND Darth Maul.
Backing down, Obi-wan muttered as he walked away, "Just keep it to the room next time."
"As you wish..." The Sith trailed darkly, following the departing Jedi with a suspicious gaze.
Obi-wan remained oblivious, mind already calculating and running through their next docking station and how to set his plans in motion.
-o-o-o-
Obi-wan was running out of time. He had parked the ship on the farthest end of the planet. On the other larger space port. Far away enough to maybe get him a head start.
He had to take three bullet trains and two flying shuttles just to reach the place.
He scanned the space port with the force as well as his eyes. He found the perfect mark a short beat later. One who was perhaps willing enough to part with his vessel with enough credits as incentive.
He was a short, green skinned and squashed sort of creature. Almost reminding him of a certain flying greedy slave owner in Tatooine. Maybe they were related.
Those flabby ears certainly perked up when Kenobi mentioned the amount of untraceable credits he was willing to part with.
"Got yerself a deal there, Kenobi." The former ship owner chuckled, counting his digital credits as he slinked away.
Obi-wan nodded his thanks, sighing as he took in his new investment. Not as classy as his old cruiser. A little rusted and worn, but the model was reliable and it could fly. Fast. Which is precisely what he needed.
As he started up the engine, he could feel a dark and powerful presence scouring the landscape with the force.
Maul.
He slammed down his shields to block his presence.
But too little. Too late.
The rage that surged through the force was so great, it manifested itself into a massive earthquake. The space port dipping and rolling as whole buildings and towering skyscrapers creaked like blades of grass in the wind. Though it was dangerous, Obi-wan jetted his newly acquired shuttle out of there, dodging bending and swaying structures and falling debris as he made it to the freedom of the sky, then the darkness of space itself.
He may be halfway across the world, but that didn't give him much time. He jettisoned into warp as soon as he could do so safely, hoping against all hope the Sith would have difficulty pin pointing his trail.
-o-o-o-
It had been days, and Kenobi kept nodding off at the helm. The itch was back. The one at the back of his skull. Like something was missing. Some link that needed to be reaffirmed.
He knew it had something to do with the freshly appointed Sith Lord.
He should *never* have gone into that cell.
Hell, he should never have personally escorted Darth Maul himself. Better having the other strive to kill him than whatever dark plots he had now. Obi-wan shivered to think.
The truce had been Maul's idea. That had been spiraling out of control real fast.
But now there would be no excuse.
The next time he ran into Maul...
He would be fighting for his very soul.
He set the shuttle on auto, taking the back roads of space on his way to Coruscant. To the Council. He was closer than ever, but not close enough.
And Darth Maul *knew* where he was headed.
This was the third ship he had traded, trying to throw the determined Zabrakian off his trail. But he could feel him, at the edges of his mind. Hunting.
Obi-wan rubbed his sleep weary eyes, letting out a frustrated sigh. He couldn't stay awake forever. Maybe a quick nap. Maul couldn't possibly be waiting every second.
Hesitant, but too tired to fight it off any longer, Obi-wan sunk into his chair, closed his eyes, and let sleep overtake him.
-o-o-o-
The instant Kenobi awoke to the darkened slumber, he heard a furious hiss, "*JEDI*."
Knew this was a bad idea.
Kenobi quickly shut his eyes, willing himself awake.
But muscled arms trapped him from behind, startling him into opening them once more. His heart was racing. He felt like a Padawan once more, seeking his Master. Seeking guidance. Help.
"You ran from me..." Maul growled, tone dangerously low, "Where. Are. You?"
The heat of the tattooed man burned like hot coals along his back.
He tested the hold, attempting to break free. But those arms were strong, the Sith's hold too solid. Not to mention it just made an angry growl vibrate out of that muscled chest, bared teeth and hot breath fanning along the side of his neck and face.
Obi-wan leaned sideways away from that horned head, though he didn't have much wiggle room to go far. Pushing away his fear, his insecurities, Kenobi bit out angrily, "And you think I'm just going to tell you? Just like that?"
"Mmm," Maul inhaled the boy's scent, feeling that slender body still in his hold as one of his arms drifted down across that brown robes chest, "No... you're going to show me."
Kenobi frowned, "I'm going to-?"
But then that wayward hand cupped him through the front of his robes, palming him to make him arch involuntarily, a surprised gasp ripping from parted lips. Maul used the delicious moment of distraction to his advantage, plunging into the Jedi Knight's mind.
Before Kenobi could question the Sith Lord's intentions, he found his physical body opening his eyes. Sleeping on that pilot's chair, his corporeal form still trapped in sleep limbo with Maul.
Cursing his luck, Obi-wan snarled, "No!" as he forced his eyes shut, struggling with renewed vigor.
This merely produced a pleased growl, those muscled arms pinning the Jedi closer and more tightly to him, "Foolish Jedi..." Maul purred into his ear, "Why fight the inevitable? You. Are. Mine."
At that last word he palmed deep, playing that covered shaft like a violin, Kenobi unprepared as his mind and body was assaulted once more. He shivered and bucked into that hand, trying to still himself. But the Sith was too talented. Too repressed. And had wanted this too long. Obi-wan melted against the onslaught, falling back onto that broad chest, panting hard as his cock got hard and slick.
Maul was enjoying every gasped moment, every shuddered moan. He inhaled the imagined scent of the other. Cinnamon. Almost.
He refrained just barely from ripping the other's robes off. If anything, he wanted to save that for in person. Not in some dream state when they were still worlds apart.
As he delved in the boy's mind to pry those eyes on his physical body open once more, he immediately looked towards the navigational charts and the position of the stars.
Darth Maul couldn't believe it.
He was closer to the fleeing Jedi than he thought.
He was ripped away from the physical body by the Jedi, who still had his senses to try to attempt such a move. But Maul already had what he needed. Now he just needed to buy some time.
"Don't like it when I take you from behind?" Maul purred into that ear, licking up the side of that tense neck with a delicious slowness.
Kenobi had no more room to yank away, settling with hissing, "I don't like being taken in ANY way with you!"
"Hmm, we're just going to try EVERY way, then. Just to make sure..."
