Author:  Dorotea
Title:  Dark Passion 1/?
Disclaimer:  Don't own Xanatos, Obi-Wan or Qui-Gon.  I'm not making any money.
Rating:  This part PG-13, next part NC-17, 'cos I can. 
Summary:  Xanatos introduces himself to Qui-Gon's apprentice.
Author's Notes:  This is an alternative universe where Qui-Gon does not take
Obi-Wan back as his apprentice.
Many thanks to Darry for the inspiration and the extensive beta work. 
Archive:  Please.
Feedback:  Sure, I've never refused feedback.  DSenjak@aol.com

"To burn always with this hard, gemlike flame, to maintain this ecstasy, is
success in life."  Walter Pater

Dark Passion 1

"Kali?" 

"Yes, Master?" I asked, as I looked up from my data pad nervously, silently
cursing myself for not being alert enough to realize he had finished reading
his notes. 

"Are you working on your assignment?" 

I glanced down at my data pad, I was actually conversing with Obi-Wan
Kenobi.  A sexually explicit conversation.  Not my assignment by a long shot.
"No," I answered sheepishly.

Master Jinn held out his hand, his expression of disapproval gave me a
sinking feeling.  He hated my involvement with his former padawan and had
done everything but specifically forbid it.  I reluctantly handed him the
data pad.  My face reddened as his eyes widened at the torrid messages that
Obi-Wan and I had exchanged.

He entered something into the data pad and handed it back to me, his face
grim.  "He is only interested in one thing, Kalila," Master Jinn said
stonily. 

Annoyed that he wouldn't allow me any privacy, I snapped back, "Yes, luckily
it is the same thing I'm interested in."

His deep blue eyes flashed.  "He is dangerous.  I just want you to be
careful."

I sighed.  He would never understand that Obi-Wan wasn't the same person who
had left the Jedi when he was thirteen.  Qui-Gon had left him no
alternatives.  "If Master Yoda thought he was dangerous, he wouldn't have
chosen him as his padawan."  I stated as neutrally as possible.  I didn't
want to have to choose between them, I needed to tread carefully. 

Qui-Gon's face became an impassive mask, his favorite defense against
opposition. He ignored the statement.  "I'm going to go meet with the
ambassadors.  I want you to stay here until you finish that report on the
volatile situation on Melium V.  No more communication with Kenobi, except on
your own time, padawan."

I wondered what time that would be, but replied obediently, "Yes, Master. 
It will be finished before you get back."

"I know it will be."  He said as he abruptly stood and strode away.

I sighed heavily and made a face.  Very mature.  I slumped back onto the
uncomfortable bench and looked around.  People buzzing around every where,
busy, but not accomplishing a thing.  The Republic government offices were so
dull.  For the last few months every mission had been absolute tedium. 
Endless niggling over minute details, boring, boring, boring.  I glanced at
the data pad, I couldn't risk sending even a short message to Obi-Wan; Master
Jinn would review all my files.  Had he no concept of privacy?  I would talk
to him again later, maybe he could be convinced of his unreasonableness.  I
laughed softly to myself.  Right, the great Master Jinn, wrong? Unreasonable?
Controlling? I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't even notice the man
approaching until he had taken a seat next to me.

I managed not to jump, although he had startled me.  'What kind of Jedi lets
someone sneak up on them?' I berated myself.

He said nothing, just stared at me with an amused air. I shifted
uncomfortable under the piercing gaze of his bright cobalt eyes.  "Yes?"  I
finally asked. 

"Kalila?"  He asked. 

"Yes, do I know you?"

"No, we have not had the honor of meeting.  I know your Master,"  he said
casually as he leaned back, stretching his legs out and running a hand
through his long black hair.  He was dressed entirely in black, including a
black cape and knee high black boots. 

I waited for him to say more, but he seemed content to just stare at me. 
"Can I help you with something?"  I asked, not hiding my discomfort very well.

A slow smile spread across his face.  "Yes," he stated simply, not
elaborating.

I shivered involuntarily and wrapped my voluminous cloak tighter around
myself, as I suddenly felt exposed and bare under his scrutiny.  "And that
would be?" 

He tilted his head and grinned sheepishly.  "You could just let me admire
your beauty."

I arched a brow at him.  "I have work to do...what is your name, sir?" 

"Xanatos."

My eyes widened in surprise.  Instinctively, I moved my hand to rest on my
lightsaber inside my robe.  Master Jinn never spoke of him, but Obi-Wan had
told me about my Master's former apprentice.

Xanatos grinned.  "You've heard of me."

A thousand thoughts raced through my mind.  He's a wanted criminal, I should
call security, try to arrest him - something - not just sit like a
love-struck fool and stare into his midnight-blue eyes. My eyes locked on the
crescent shaped scar on his cheek.  I should have recognized him from that. 
I slid my hand from my lightsaber to my comlink.  Xanatos placed his hand on
my arm, not grabbing it, just gently touching it. 

"You don't want to do that," he said softly.

"Yes, I do." I said authoritatively, although I made no move toward the
comlink. 

"Are you scared?"  He asked.

"No.  Fear leads the darkside, so you must be the one who is scared."  I
challenged him.

My challenge was met with a flash of anger in his eyes and an actual ripple
in the Force that charged the air around us.  "The darkside is for the weak,"
I continued.  "Those who cannot control themselves or the Force properly."

The anger left his eyes as quickly as it had come.  "How do you know I am
dark?  Just because I choose not to follow the Jedi code?  They have filled
your head with pretty lies.  Just because I don't use the Force the same way
as the Jedi does not mean I am evil."  His eyes sparkled in delight. 

I felt a tingle of arousal rush through my body.  I am disturbed that I find
myself attracted to him.  I knew what he had done, the life he leads, but I
found him inviting and intelligent.  "I didn't say you were evil.  But you
cannot deny you have done evil things."

"Evil depends on your point of view doesn't it?"  

I shook my head.  "No, evil is evil."

Xanatos chuckled softly. "I've been to places where the people think that
sex without the express purpose of procreation is evil."  He slid closer to
me on the bench and lifted his hand from my arm and gently twirled my padawan
braid between his fingers.  "Do you think what you do with Padawan Kenobi is
evil?"

I felt my stomach lurch, but didn't let it show.  How did he know?  "No, but
what I do with him is none of your business.  Leave now and I won't call
security or draw my lightsaber."

Not releasing my braid, he grinned wickedly.  "You aren't going to do either
of those anyway," he said in a husky tone, moving his face closer to me, his
hot breath intoxicating me.  "I've made your day...roused your
brain...stimulated your imagination...heated your blood."

I scoffed, but didn't try to back away from him.  "The darkside must make
you delusional.  You've not stirred me at all."

He grinned and brushed his lips across mine so lightly I just felt the heat,
not the touch.  "You lie well for a Jedi, but not that well."

Before I could stop myself, I had pressed my lips to his, an overwhelming
desire taking over my senses.  His lips were hot, his breath sweet.  I backed
slowly away from him, shocked at my own behavior.  I had just kissed a
murderer.  He had tried to kill my Master and my lover. He had tried to
destroy the only home I had ever known.  He was evil.  And I burned for him. 
I wanted him, craved him, ached for him.

Xanatos smiled as if he had read my mind.  "I must take my leave now," he
said in a deep, velvety voice as he lightly stroked my cheek with his
fingertip. "But we will meet again, my beauty."

I was frozen in place.  I just stared as his cape swirled behind him as he
spun and swaggered off down the hall.  The click of his boots against the
marble floor sent a shiver through me and his midnight-blue eyes burned in my
mind long after he was gone.

 
*************

Dark Passion 2/?

I sat in a dark corner of a restaurant, nursing a bitter ale.  My mind raced
with questions.  Why hadn't I told Qui-Gon or Obi-Wan about my meeting
Xanatos?  Why was I meeting him again?  Curiosity?  Or something else? 
Something darker?  Did I just want to hear his side?  Give him the benefit of
the doubt?  Or am I being driven by lust alone?  It had been a week since I
had seen him at the government building.  Obi-Wan had not yet returned from
his mission, so I had not had to face him.  Qui-Gon had been distant, but he
had been that way since I had become involved with Obi-Wan.  What if he found
out about this? 

I sensed his presence before I could see him.  I looked up from my glass to
see his tall frame glide around the maze of tables and people.  The air
around me seemed to sizzle as he approached.  His eyes locked with mine from
the distance and a smile lit my face.  My heartbeat quickened at his pure
beauty.  He gracefully slid into the chair opposite me.  He smiled
seductively in greeting, his hand running through his long, black hair. 

"I ordered a drink for you," I said, pushing it across the table to him, my
eyes glued to his. 

"Thank you," he replied as he wrapped his long fingers around the glass and
finished the entire ale in one breath. 

I silently studied him as I tried to find some way to rationalize my
behavior.  He had an amused air to him.  I'm sure that he had sensed my
turmoil and was enjoying it. 
His eyes traveled from my face to my brown robe.  A disparaging look crossed
his face.  "Do you own anything that isn't brown or beige?" he said with a
slight grin.

I glanced down at my robe and took a small sip of ale.  "No, but you're
supposed to say I would look beautiful in anything.  That is how seduction
works."

He grinned.  "Thank you for the tip.  I think you would look beautiful in
nothing."

"Hmmm.  Obi-Wan and I have a mutual agreement of monogamy." 

Xanatos chuckled.  "An agreement of monogamy.  How romantic you Jedi are."

I took a sip of my ale. "I'm not going to discuss Obi-Wan with you.  I know
you can't be trusted.  You have not boiled my blood to the point where my
brain is no longer working.  You want to use me in some manner to get to
Qui-Gon or Obi-Wan, possibly both of them."

Xanatos' face betrayed no emotion.  He slid his chair around, so he was
sitting next to me.  "Yet, here you are," he said in a low voice, his face so
close I could feel his hot breath on my face. 

I looked away from him, his intense midnight-blue eyes causing me to squirm. 
"How did you know about my relationship with Obi-Wan?  It is not common
knowledge."  I asked quietly.

He smiled apologetically.  "I've been monitoring your transmissions.  I must
say, while you're quite detailed in your description of sexual acts, I didn't
sense any passion."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him.  "A spy and a critic. I'm
impressed.  Let me be direct, because my Master is expecting me back soon,
what do you want?"

A devilish grin spread across his face.  A single finger brushed lightly
across the back of my hand.  His eyes darkened as he whispered, "Your Master
will have to wait.  I want to show you what passion is."  He leaned his face
toward me and lightly pressed his lips against mine.  Their heat made me
shiver.  He smelled of musk and spice and I just wanted to get closer and
breathe in his scent all night.

I forced myself to back away.  "I know what passion is.  I have felt it and
it scared me."  I said in a soft voice as I lowered my eyes.

"Tell me about it."

I raised my gaze to meet his.  I fell into the depths of the midnight-blue
and made my decision.  There wasn't anyway I could not taste him, I had to
know him.  Passion, he burned with passion and I wanted to burn too.

"Once, a couple of years ago, I crawled into Master Jinn's bed...naked," I
confessed.  Xanatos' face revealed no surprise at my admission.  "I slid next
to him and kissed him, like this..." I continued.  Then I softly kissed
Xanatos. His lips parted and I slid my tongue inside his hot, sweet mouth,
exploring it thoroughly.

I released his mouth and scooted back again as I tried to calm my rapidly
beating heart.  "What did Master Jinn do?"  Xanatos asked.

I smiled softly.  "I don't want to tell you here."

Xanatos arched a brow and stood up, reaching his hand out for me to take. 
"We'll go to my hotel then."

I nodded and took his hand, the heat of his flesh sent a wave of pleasure
through me.  I stopped trying to rationalize my behavior and accepted the
fact that I was acting upon lust and the desire to taste forbidden fruit. 
The most frightening part of it was I felt so comfortable with him, so right.

****************

After a short air taxi ride we arrived at the hotel.  Xanatos, of course, had
the best suite.  I had seen luxury before, but it still awed me somewhat,
although it didn't impress me.  
Xanatos helped me remove my robe and gave my tunics a disdainful look.  I
grinned at his distaste.  "They're not that horrible."

"Yes, they are."  Xanatos said flatly as he poured me a glass of wine.  "A
woman as beautiful as you should not wear ill-fitting rags.  I could give you
silk dresses to wear, beautiful jewels, anything you wanted."

I took a sip of the wine and decided not to respond to his offer.  I didn't
want material goods, I wanted him.  Xanatos removed his black cape and my
eyes fixed upon the lightsaber he still wore.  I felt a twinge of guilt.  I
shouldn't be here.  I had no idea what was going on in Xanatos' mind, what
game he might be playing.  I didn't want to be his pawn for revenge, but I
didn't want to leave either.  I walked over to a large, ornate fireplace and
sat down on the soft rug in front of it.  There was a fire burning in it and
I watched the flames dance and spark.  I put aside my glass and pulled off my
boots.  Xanatos sat down beside down me and did the same, his eyes locked on
me.

"Do you want to hear the rest of my story?"  I asked, not removing my eyes
from the flickering fire. 

"Yes," he answered, as his hand gently pushed back a wayward
strawberry-blonde curl that had fallen over my eyes. 

I turned my face to him and smiled shyly.  "Qui-Gon returned the kiss, just
as you did, when I kissed you."  I paused for a long moment, then unclasped
my belt, placing it gently on the floor.  I slowly removed my outer tunic,
then my inner tunic, watching Xanatos' eyes darken with desire.  I grasped
his hand and placed it on my breast.  "Then he caressed my bare breasts," I
whispered, sliding closer to Xanatos as his hand began to caress me. 

I moved my hand to Xanatos' thigh, the hardness and strength I felt there
aroused me even more.  "So, we're kissing and Qui-Gon is caressing me and I
placed my hand on his leg and began to caress him.  I moved my hand slowly up
his thigh and over his bulge, like this," I continued, as I stroked Xanatos. 
I felt his member stir under my light touch and I stroked it more
deliberately. 

I grinned slightly.  "And my dear Master reacted very much as you are.  He
was obviously aroused, so I continued...ah, there is a problem, you're
wearing too much clothing, Xanatos."  I reached up and untied his loose black
silk shirt and pulled it over his head.  I eyed his hard, bare chest
lustfully.  "Better," I said as Xanatos chuckled.  "Where was I? Oh, yes, I
stroked Qui-Gon's cock to hardness and moved my hand up and over his chest." 

I stroked Xanatos' cock, feeling a surge of lust as I felt it strain against
his tight black leggings, then I followed the narrow line of dark hair up his
chest, my hand flattening over his nipples as I flicked my tongue against his
neck.  I moved onto his lap, placing a leg on either side of him. Xanatos'
hand traveled over my exposed flesh as I scooted closer to him, so his
engorged cock was pressing against my center.  "Then I moved on top of
Qui-Gon, straddling him, and I told him that I wanted to make love with him,
I wanted him inside of me..."

Xanatos moaned.  "What did he say?"

I smiled sadly and rocked my hips against his.  "He said no.  He pushed me
away and told me it was wrong.  I told him I loved him, I wanted him, I
burned for him...but Qui-Gon wasn't moved, he told me to leave.  I cried and
he told me that I needed to control my emotions and that we would never speak
of it again.  And we never have," I paused, a tightness in my throat at the
memory.  "I've never told anyone about it."

Xanatos languidly caressed my sides.  "Not even Obi-Wan?"

I shook my head.  "He wouldn't understand.  I just want to feel alive.  I
want passion, I want emotion."  I moved my hands to Xanatos' shoulders and
brushed my lips against his pale cheek. "Is that wrong?" I asked in a
breathless whisper.

"No," Xanatos said fiercely.  "Qui-Gon has always been a cold, heartless
fool. There is nothing wrong with emotion, nothing cursed about passion.  The
Jedi are wrong and cruel in their cold arrogance.  They warp young minds,
tell you it is wrong to feel, it is their way of controlling you. Let go of
the control, let yourself feel passion."

I tangled my fingers in his long hair, pulling his face toward me.  "Show me
passion," I demanded in a sultry whisper.  

A wicked grin spread across his face as the flickering flames of the fire
were reflected in his dark eyes.  His hands gripped my hips tightly as he
pulled me snug against him, ours chests pressed together.  His mouth attacked
mine with a crushing kiss, his tongue delving in to my mouth passionately. 

Our tongues battled as I ground my hips against his, my body screaming for
more contact.  Xanatos' hands traveled up and down my curves, kneading my
flesh ruthlessly.
I tore my mouth away from his and slid backwards on his legs.  "Too much
clothing," I said breathlessly, as I untied my leggings. 

"I agree," he said, as he easily lifted me off his legs and placed me on the
floor next to him.  Sitting, I leaned back on my hands as he grabbed the
waistband of my leggings and tugged them off.  His large hands roamed over my
bare legs as a low moan escaped from my throat.  His hand traveled up my
inner thigh and lightly over my mound, inciting a slight whimper from both of
us.  His fingers found my folds and deftly fondled them.  I spread my legs
wider and Xanatos moved between them, his hand stroking my wetness as his
lips found mine, once again crushing them. 

I allowed myself to fall backwards and Xanatos followed, my leg between his,
where I can felt his arousal pressing urgently into me.  His thumb circled my
clitoris as my body ached for more.  I rocked my hips against his fingers and
he slid a digit inside me.  I moaned into his mouth as he probed my center. 
He thrust his finger inside of me, hitting my sensitive spot, causing my hips
to rock harder against him.

His mouth broke away from mine.  "Oh, my beauty, you feel so good; tight and
wet."  He withdrew his finger from me and rose up to his knees.  I groaned at
the horrible emptiness I felt and sat up, kneeling in front of him and
grabbed the waistband of his leggings.

I slid the leggings down and he kicked them off.  My eyes widened at the size
of his erect cock, standing proudly in a nest of black curls.  I brushed my
hand over up his length and lightly over his sac.  I continued to stroke his
hardness as I kissed his neck.  "I'm not sure if it will fit," I whispered
with a grin. 

Xanatos chuckled as his hands roamed over my body.  "Let's find out," he
growled, as he pushed me back onto the floor.  I spread my legs and he
mounted me, his hardness pressed against my opening. 

Xanatos held his weight on his straight arms and stared down at me, his hair
falling over his lust-filled eyes.  I arched my back and he pushed into me. 
His cock stretched me and I let out a small gasp of pain.  He grunted and
stabbed again, rubbing roughly against my walls.  I moved with him, my
pleasure increasing as I got used to his size. 

He moved with slow, deliberate strokes, filling me completely.  I wrapped my
legs around his waist, hooking my feet and encouraging him to go even deeper.
"Harder," I demanded in a harsh whisper. 

Xanatos grinned wickedly as he plunged harder and deeper inside of me.  I
moaned and rocked my hips off the rug, the friction sending white heat
throughout my body.  Xanatos began slamming his hips into mine, moving hard
and fast.  The bruising pressure felt incredible and my senses exploded with
pleasure.  My legs stiffened and tightened around his hips as my orgasm swept
through every nerve.

Xanatos moaned loudly as he felt my muscles contract around his shaft,
squeezing tightly.  His face contorted as he climaxed, his body pounding out
of control into mine, crushing me as he released his seed inside of me.

His weight dropped onto me as he buried his face in my neck, sucking as the
spasms slowed.  My mind was clouded, but a thought did occur to me.  "Don't
leave any marks," I whispered, still breathless.

I felt a ripple of dark energy and then his teeth broke the skin on my neck. 
I cried out and struggled to push him away, but he was much stronger and
larger than me.  If he hadn't been a Force user, I could've easily gotten
away, but there wasn't anyway I could escape from him.  I felt the blood
begin to flow. "Stop, please stop."

He released my throat with a final nip and looked at me with blazing eyes, my
blood coating his lips.  "I'll do as I please to you," he growled, "you
belong to me now."

My eyes widened and then I squeezed them shut, unable to meet his angry
glare.  I burned.  I had gotten what I wanted, but what was the cost going to
be?


 

"By the time you swear you're his,
    Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
    Infinite, undying --
Lady, make note of this:
    One of you is lying."
Dorothy Parker.

Dark Passion 3/?

He released my throat with a final nip and looked at me with blazing eyes, my
blood coating his lips.  "I'll do as I please to you," he growled, "you
belong to me now."

My eyes widened and then I squeezed them shut, unable to meet his angry
glare.  I burned.  I had gotten what I wanted, but what was the cost going to
be?

I felt panic rise in me and I struggled to find calm.  I had acted without
thinking of the consequences.  "I belong only to myself, Xanatos," I said
steadily, as I opened my eyes to meet his gaze. 

A slow smile spread across his face.  He shifted his weight, settling it on
me, his shaft still buried inside of me.  I sensed no anger from him, it was
gone as quickly as it had come.  "As you wish, my beauty." 

Xanatos kissed me softly on the lips, then scattered more gentle kisses
across my face.  His constant changing moods unsettled me, but I couldn't
help but to smile at his tender kisses.  He lifted his weight off of me and
moved to my side.  I rolled toward him, softly caressing his chest. I gazed
into his dark eyes, watching the flames from the fireplace flicker in them. 
I sensed a vulnerability in him that I had not noticed earlier.  A
need...maybe for love, approval, acceptance, I wasn't sure. Was I just seeing
what I wanted to see?  Maybe I was just trying to redeem my own behavior, but
nevertheless, I was drawn in.  I brushed my lips across his, then gently
kissed the crescent scar on his cheek. 

"I don't want to leave, but I do need to get back to the Temple," I said
softly.

Xanatos sighed, reaching out to run his hand through my hair.  "Yes, I'm sure
Qui-Gon likes to keep tight control over your movements, but you're not
leaving yet." 

"I told him I wouldn't be gone long.  He'll be worried about me."  As soon as
the words had left my mouth, I cringed.  I'm quite sure Xanatos didn't care
if Qui-Gon was worried.

Xanatos' face tensed for a moment, then a tight smile appeared.  "Good.  He
deserves to suffer.  Much more than a little worry actually, but that will do
for now."

I ignored the implication of his words and took his hand.  "I'll stay." 

He grinned and stood, pulling me up with him.  "You haven't even had the tour
yet.  That was the floor, a very nice rug, comfortable, but the bed is even
nicer.  Not to mention easier on the knees."

He led me to a spiral staircase in the center of the room and we walked up to
the loft.  The loft consisted of the bedroom, which had dark paneled walls
and deep red furnishings.  Xanatos let go of my hand and retrieved a deep
blue silk nightgown from the top of a dresser.  With a smile he pulled it
over my head, the soft fabric clinging to my curves. 

He took a step back, appraising me.  He nodded approvingly.  "An improvement
to say the least. While your beauty overcomes your lack of style, I think you
should wear colors more often.  Wearing drab clothes doesn't make you a
better person or more noble, only badly dressed." 

I gave him my best lopsided grin.  "I like my tunics, but thank you," I said,
as I closed the space between us and pressed my silk clad body to his still
bare one.  "Shall we go to bed?"  I asked.

Xanatos caressed my sides languidly.  "I want you to go to bed now and I'll
join you in a few minutes.  I have some contracts I need to read.  I do work
for a living."

I pouted slightly, not something I would normally do.  "You want me to stay,
but you're going to make me sleep alone?"

Xanatos traced my pout with his finger.  "Not for long, my beauty.  Just
knowing you will be in bed waiting for me, brings me pleasure."

He scooped me up, carrying me to the bed, where he carefully tucked me under
the silk sheets, as if I were a child.  I can't recall ever being tucked in,
even when I was a child, it was a strange thing for me, but enjoyable.  He
leaned over the bed and kissed my forehead.

"Goodnight," I said softly, as I settled into the soft bed.  "You better join
me soon."

"I will," he whispered, kissing me tenderly on the lips.

******************

I woke up a few hours later, a heavy arm thrown over me possessively.  I
shifted beneath the arm and rolled toward Xanatos.  He was sleeping soundly,
his face was peaceful, but somehow sad.  I kissed the broken circle scar on
his cheek and gently pushed his long, dark hair off his face.  I buried my
face in his neck, breathing in his spicy scent.  I kissed and nipped his neck
and ear until he stirred.  He rolled toward me, his hand traveled over the
silk nightgown, bringing tingles to my flesh under it.  His lips locked with
mine in a passionate kiss. 

Xanatos' hand drew up the silk fabric, sliding up the outside of my leg. 
Once my leg was freed of the nightgown, I threw it over his hip, so we were
facing each other.  I rocked against his stiffening member.  He moaned into
my mouth, thrusting his hips into mine, his hand sneaking under the silk to
caress the outside curve of my breast. 

Our tongues danced wildly, while I rubbed my wetness against his cock.  My
hand swept heavily up his side as I pulled him closer by locking my leg
between his.  I pressed my opening against his hardness, sending the tip in. 
His hand slid around to my back and descended to my bottom, grabbing it and
tugging me so his cock sank farther in. 

His size again caused me to gasp in pain as he thrust into me.  "You'll get
used to it," he said wickedly. 

I tightened my leg around his side, pushing him deeper in, craving the
feeling of fullness he provided.  I attached my mouth to his shoulder,
sucking his flesh into my mouth as I rocked my hips against his.  The
friction of his cock pistoning against my sensitive nerves sent white heat
through out my body.  I sunk my teeth hard into his skin, tasting his blood
and drawing a loud moan of protest from him.   He rolled me onto my back and
withdrew his cock with a quick backstroke.

Xanatos gripped my upper arms, pinning me to the bed.  "What?" I asked
innocently, as I arched my back, rubbing against his cock, which I burned to
have back inside of me.

"Did I say you could bite me?"  He growled, anger blazing in his intense
cobalt eyes. 

I wrapped my legs around his hard body. "No, but I assumed if you could bite
me, I could bite you." 

Xanatos grinned evilly.  "It is always dangerous to assume, my beauty, as you
are about to learn." 

He lowered his lips to mine, pulling my bottom lip into his mouth.  He sucked
gently, tormenting me, because I knew what he was going to do.  I tried to
pull my mouth away from his and he bit down, his teeth tearing my lip.  It
hurt, but my main thought was how I was going to explain it to Qui-Gon in the
morning. 

While his teeth were still sunk into my lip, Xanatos sank his cock back
inside of me with a hard, fast thrust that tore my flesh.  His overpowering
strength was evident as he continued to pound his cock into me as I struggled
beneath him, excited and scared at the same time.  His hands tightened around
my arms and I knew there would be large bruises there tomorrow.  I felt tears
well up in my eyes for the first time in years.  He finally released my lip
and slowed his hips as he licked the blood from my mouth. 

A small sob escaped from my throat as Xanatos began to move gently on top of
me.  He scattered kisses across my face as if nothing had happened.  I tried
to push away my excitement and hissed, "You cannot do as you please to me, I
thought we agreed I did not belong to you." 

Xanatos grinned, his midnight-blue eyes twinkling.  "Ah, but you see, I
always do as I please," he whispered, his hot breath warming my mouth.  He
lowered his voice and continued.  "And don't pretend you didn't enjoy it, I
can feel your passion, your desire.  Pain can bring pleasure, let go of the
guilt."

I couldn't argue, I had enjoyed the loss of control, my own powerlessness and
his dominance.  The pain only heightened the pleasure, the adrenaline from
the fear had stimulated me.  I closed my eyes and matched his slow, steady
rhythm, sliding my body against his.  He circled his hips, leaving no part of
me untouched.  I began to speed my movements against his body, encouraging
him to pump faster and harder.  He released my bruised arms, but still held
his weight off of me.  I brushed my hands across his muscular chest,
enraptured by his pure strength as he began to thrust forcefully again. 

I opened my eyes and peered at his face, his eyes were half-closed, dark with
desire, his breathing heavy and ragged.  I flattened my palms against his
chest, covering his nipples.  "Xanatos," I moaned, tightening my legs around
him, my body delighting in the mix of pain caused by his cock rubbing against
my torn skin and the absolute pleasure the friction brought.  My hips rocked
wildly off the bed, slamming into his. 

A long moan ripped from Xanatos as he violently pumped into me, pushing us
both back until my head was banging against the ornate headboard.  "Come for
me, l want to feel you come," he demanded in hoarse growl.

Suddenly, I felt him inside my mind, and his thoughts merged with mine -- his
passion, pleasure and lust, became one with my own.  The sensation
overwhelmed me and every cell in me exploded in a blinding heat.  I felt the
Force surge through me in a way I had never felt it before.  The air around
us seemed alive, electricity surrounding and flowing between and through us. 
Xanatos' climax erupted, his muscles contracting as his hot liquid scorched
my loins.

He collapsed on top of me, both of us lost in the unbelievable ecstasy.  I
tried to speak, but I couldn't form any coherent thoughts or words.  He
buried his face in the crook of my neck, if he had bitten me, I seriously
doubt I would have noticed. 

In a few minutes, Xanatos regained his strength and rolled off me, falling on
his back with a long exhale of breath.  I rolled my still trembling body
toward him, laying my head on his sweaty chest.  "Can we do that again?"  I
asked.

Xanatos chuckled.  "I thought you had to go home to Qui-Gon, so he wouldn't
worry about you?  Not to mention your lover, the oaf."

"Qui who?" I laughed, my fingers lightly tracing the line of hair that ran
down his abdomen.  "What oaf?"

Xanatos wrapped his arms around me.  "Yes, you say that now, but what will
you say when the afterglow wears off?"

"I'll say -- 'Can we do that again?'."  I answered without hesitation. 

Xanatos laughed.  "My beauty, you are far too intriguing and fun to waste
your life as a Jedi.  They have no appreciation of humor or soul-shattering
sex."

"But we uphold peace and justice in the galaxy."

Xanatos snorted.  "Please, spare me the public relations crap.  The Jedi
serve the Galactic Republic, which serves the Senate, which despite what you
have been told, does not serve the interests of the masses it represents,
only their own interest of retaining power and keeping others from usurping
that power.  The Jedi are dangerous, because they are so arrogant they
actually think they know the difference between good and evil, when in fact,
good and evil are nothing but an illusion.  The victor of the battle decides
the difference between and good and evil after the fact."

"I respectfully disagree," I said diplomatically. 

Xanatos kissed the top of my head.  "You respectfully disagree.  They have
trained you well not to use your own mind.  The Jedi are like a collective,
afraid of individual freedom and thought."

"That isn't true," I protested.  "You know every initiate is encouraged to
think freely."

"But they shelter you and hide the real world from you during your formative
years, surrounding you with only their viewpoint, thus making free thought an
impossibility."

"I respectfully disagree."

Xanatos laughed softly.  "Well, why don't you rest then and try to think how
you're going to explain a vicious bite mark on your neck and a bloody,
swollen lip to your Master."

I sighed.  "Not to mention the oaf." 

Xanatos stiffened.  "Don't let that oaf touch you."

"You're a little possessive, aren't you?"  I asked.  I considered reminding
him that I didn't belong to him, but decided that I didn't need anymore
wounds to explain.

"I'm allowing you to go back to the Temple, aren't I?" He answered seriously.

"Um, as opposed to what, kidnapping me?" I asked incredulously. 

"As opposed to freeing you from your captivity."  Xanatos answered, gently
stroking my hair.  "Now sleep, my beauty."

"Oh," I said, displaying my eloquence.  I closed my eyes and snuggled closer
to him.  I should go home, Qui-Gon was probably trying to contact me.  I
wondered if my comlink was downstairs beeping insistently.  I didn't want to
leave yet, and I definitely didn't want to talk to my Master.

I kissed Xanatos' chest.  I knew I should be worried, but for some reason I
wasn't.  Xanatos was most certainly unstable, dangerous and possessive, but I
burned with desire to be with him. I didn't care about the consequences, I
felt as if I could stay with him forever.

"Hatred can at times be a positively joyous emotion."  Simone De Beauvoir

Dark Passion 4/?

I was roused from sleep by a feathery kisses scattered over my face and neck.
I opened my eyes slowly, inhaling the scent of musk and spice as a satisfied
grin spread across my face.  Xanatos' cobalt eyes peered into mine, sending a
shiver through me.  "Good morning, my beauty," he purred. 

"Good morning," I sighed contentedly a second before reality slammed into my
senses. I bolted up, my heart racing.  "What time is it?" I asked urgently.

Xanatos grinned lazily.  "Well past dawn."

"Oh, no," I groaned.  "Qui-Gon has probably called security by now.  He's
going to kill me."

Xanatos stroked my back in a soothing manner.  "You could just stay with me,"
he whispered seductively, kissing the crook of my neck softly.

"Master Jinn would come looking for me," I answered quietly.

Xanatos grinned maliciously, "I certainly hope so."

I stiffened and slid out of bed.  "I'm not interested in being your revenge
against him."  I stated flatly.

Xanatos made a dismissive gesture and swung his legs around to the edge of
the bed.  "Come here," he ordered, his black hair falling over his furrowed
brow.

I crossed my arms and tried not to let his eyes mesmerize me. "I have to
leave now," I said, even though I made no movement to do so. 

Xanatos arched a brow and grinned slightly, beckoning me with a finger. 

I tried to resist, but was unable to stop my legs from taking the two steps
toward him.  My knees resting against his, I placed my hands on his
shoulders, caressing languidly, my flesh drawn to his.  "I know you want to
hurt him.  Am I to be an instrument to that end?"

He gently wrapped his hands around my waist, drawing me closer.  "That was
not my primary goal in searching you out, but if that were to be a side
effect, I honestly would not mind."

I sucked my swollen bottom lip into my mouth, chewing on it despite the pain.
I took a deep breath and swallowed.  "What was your primary goal?"

Xanatos smiled sheepishly, fondling the silk of my nightgown.  "To make you
mine, to rescue you from him."

I sighed.  "I don't need to be rescued."  I bent down and kissed his forehead
and squirmed my way between his legs to sit down in his lap. 

His head dropped to kiss my collarbone and nuzzle my neck, while his hand
traveled lightly over the silk to tease my breasts.  He softly stroked the
nipples through the thin fabric, sending a swarm of tingles through me.  I
could feel his member stiffening next to my leg. 

I moaned softly.  I needed to get back to the Temple.  I couldn't allow
myself to get distracted again.  "I have to go back, now," I whispered
unconvincingly.

"Are you mine?"  Xanatos asked in a lust-deepened voice.

"I can't be yours until you let go of your hate."

Xanatos froze, his entire body tensing.  "I need my hate.  I want my hate." 

I felt the darkness flowing from him and tried to counter it with my own
calmness.  I didn't want to feed his darkness with my fear.  "It only causes
you pain and suffering.  Let it go -- free yourself from its hold on you.  It
controls you, don't be its slave."

I sensed the rage inside of him and braced myself as his large hands grabbed
me, easily picking me up and tossing me onto the bed.  I tried to roll away
from him, but he pinned me with his legs and his palm struck my cheek with
mind-numbing blow, the impact whipping my head back.

"My hate is all I have left.  You don't know anything about my pain or
suffering.  If you want to know about pain and suffering, I will strike down
Qui-Gon in front of you, let you watch him die.  And then you and I can talk
about pain and suffering," he exclaimed harshly.

I struggled beneath him, suppressing my fear and gathering the Force. 
Against my better judgment, I spat out, "You've never been able to defeat him
before, what makes you think you could now?"

I knew another blow was coming and I tried to avoid it, but he anticipated my
move and struck me cleanly across my other cheek.  Pain swept through my head
as I gasped and tears welled in my eyes. 

Xanatos gathered the fabric of the nightgown in his hands and ripped it,
exposing my flesh.  He wedged his legs between mine, pushing my thighs apart.
I Force pushed him back, causing him to topple off the bed.  I jumped out of
bed, Force throwing a vase at him and tried to make it to the stairs. 
Xanatos easily deflected the vase and lunged at me, capturing me in his arms.


"Don't make me hit you again, my beauty," he snarled.

"I'm not making you do anything," I screamed, wrenching my left arm free and
punching him squarely on in the jaw.  He recoiled slightly from the blow, but
quickly recaptured my arm.

"You are mine and you're not leaving here until you understand that," he said
coldly, pushing me face down on to the floor. 

My face slammed into the cold marble floor as he ripped what remained of the
nightgown off.  He clenched my shoulders as his hand plunged ruthlessly
between my legs.  "Are you still tender from last night?"  He asked as he
rammed his fingers inside me, rubbing against the delicate flesh harshly.

"Yes," I sobbed, deciding if I tried to escape again, I would only make
things worse. 

I heard a cruel laugh as he withdrew his hand and pressed his cock against my
wetness.  His hands released my shoulders as he grabbed my hips pulling them
off the floor and then viciously impaling me with his cock. 

I moaned in pain as he pulled out and then rammed back in, bruising my
opening.  After a few brutal, fast thrusts, he slowed his pace, his hand
snaking around to my mound and stroking me deliberately.  I felt his mouth on
the nape of my neck, kissing and sucking as he moved slowly inside of me,
rubbing against my raw nerves, the pleasure easing the pain.  His thumb
circled my clitoris, renewing my desire. I pushed my upper body up,
supporting my weight on my forearms.  My walls grew slick, and he quickened
his strokes again.

Xanatos rubbed his fingers deftly over my clit as our rhythm grew frantic. 
His hips banged against my backside as his cock pushed the limits of my
loins.  The exquisite contact sent me over the edge, gasping for air as my
body shuddered.  My muscles tightened around his shaft, squeezing it as his
orgasm ripped through him, sending his hips into me in frenzied thrusts.  The
force pushed me flat against the floor again as his hands moved to grasp my
waist as his seed exploded inside of me.

He fell beside me, gasping.  I closed my eyes, my bruised face throbbing in
pain against the cold floor.  I felt his eyes on me and then the light touch
of his fingers, brushing back my hair from my cheek.  He kissed the bruised
cheek, and then placed his fingers on it.  A warm tingle spread across my
face and I realized he was using the Force to heal me. 

I rolled to my side and lifted my face to meet his.  I saw the regret in his
eyes and fear; fear of his own rage.  I felt myself melting into the deep
blue pools, but managed to stop myself.  "If. you. ever. hit. me. again  --"

"It won't happen again, I'm sor--." he interrupted.

"Please, let me finish."  I didn't want to apologies, I hated apologies.  "If
you ever hit me again, make sure that I can't get to my lightsaber, because
if I can get it in my hands, you will see your superior strength means very
little against my speed."

I braced myself, in case my threat brought a new wave of anger, but Xanatos
chuckled, gently stroking my tender cheek.  "I'm not sure if you're brave or
if you're foolish, but I know you are the most fascinating woman I have ever
had the pleasure of being with."

"Promise me it won't happen again," I said, sitting up and pulling my knees
to my chest. 

Xanatos sat up and pulled me into an embrace.  "You'll trust me?" He asked
hesitantly.

I locked my eyes with his, surprised at the insecurity I saw in his.  "Yes,
if you give me your word, I would believe you.  Are you planning on lying to
me?"

He shook his head.  "No, I won't lie.  I promise you I won't hit you again,
especially since you have a vicious left hook," he said rubbing his bruised
jaw.

I nodded and kissed his jaw, then put my head down on his shoulder.

********************
I walked through the Temple briskly, eager to get my confrontation with
Qui-Gon over with.  Repeating the mantra, "Never again.  I can't see Xanatos
again," in a low murmur as I walked.

I reached the door to our quarters and punched in the code, bouncing
nervously while the door slowly hissed open.  I walked in to the smell of
incense.  Qui-Gon was sitting straight on the sleep sofa, his icy blue eyes
sternly glaring at me. 

I lowered my head for a minute, suddenly awash with guilt and shame.  I had
my hood pulled up, so he wouldn't see my face.  I waited for him to say
something, but of course he remained silent, his stony glare making me feel
like a five year old who written on the walls.  I decided to be honest, up to
the point of disclosing who I had spent the night with.

I exhaled a long breath and said evenly, "I met someone and spent the night
with him.  I'm sorry I didn't call.  It won't happen again.  I'm 21 years
old, I think I should be able to sleep where ever I want."

Qui-Gon's face tensed.  "Sit down."

I sighed and slumped down on the sofa next to him.  I pushed down my hood,
exposing my battered face to him.  Might as well get it over with.  "I don't
want to talk about it."

Qui-Gon inhaled and reached his long fingers up to tentatively examine my
face.  "Sleeping didn't cause this."

I met his worried gaze and sighed. "No, it didn't.  Will you please just let
me have some privacy."

"Did Obi-Wan do this?"  He asked coldly.

"No, he didn't."  I could tell that Qui-Gon doesn't believe me. "Obi-Wan
isn't even at the Temple."

"He is.  I saw him this morning.  He claimed he didn't know where you were."

I moaned inwardly.  Obi-Wan was back.  I had hoped I wouldn't have to see him
until my bruises had faded.  I wasn't planning on denying I had cheated, but
I had no intention of telling him who it had been with.  Another wave of
guilt swept through me and I felt tears well up in the corner of my eyes. 
Obi-Wan and I might not be madly in love, but this was still a horrible way
to treat him.

I knew I couldn't see Xanatos again.  He was too dangerous.  He would keep
planting doubts about the Jedi in my mind, slowly poison me against my way of
life.  I may burn for him passionately, but I wasn't ready to give up
everything just to be with him.  There wasn't anyway I could be his and a
Jedi.  If Qui-Gon found out, well, I didn't even want to think about that.

Qui-Gon gently wiped away a tear that had escaped down my cheek.  "Talk to
me," he said quietly.

I shook my head and backed away from him.  "No," I said, swallowing my tears.
"You don't have any right to know."

His eyes flashed and his lips thinned.  "Kali...."

Before he could say anything else the door buzzer sounded.  I knew it was
Obi-Wan, wanting an explanation of why my Master had been looking for me this
morning.  'Consequences are not pretty,' I thought as I stood up and walked
to the door, not looking back at Qui-Gon. 

I keyed the door open as Qui-Gon said, "We still need to talk."

The door hissed open and Obi-Wan stood in the hall, looking at his boots.  He
looked up at me, his mouth falling open at my appearance.  "What happened to
you?"

Qui-Gon had moved behind me and stood with his arms crossed.  "Did you do it,
Kenobi?" 

I let out an exasperated sigh.  "No, he did not!  If he had done it, why
would he be asking about it?"

"Of course I didn't do it.  I would never hurt Kali."  Obi-Wan replied
indigently.

Qui-Gon just snorted and I spun around to face him.  "Can we finish our
conversation later, Master?  I need to talk to Obi-Wan."

Qui-Gon's eyes locked with mine, neither of us willing to give ground.  I saw
sadness and pain in his gaze and I almost relented, but he folded first. 
"Fine, but we will talk later."

I nodded and turned back to Obi-Wan who had his brows knitted together,
trying to figure out what was going on.  I grabbed his hand and led him down
the hall.  I felt Qui-Gon's eyes on us until we were out of his view.

"What is going on?  What happened to your face?  Were you attacked?  Why
didn't you come home last night?"  Obi-Wan asked, his eyes searching mine for
answers.

"Between men and women there is no friendship possible.  There is passion,
enmity, worship, love, but no friendship."  Oscar Wilde

Dark Passion 5/?

I sat in Obi-Wan's room, nervously twisting my padawan braid as he stared at
me expectantly.  "How did the mission go?"  I asked, stalling.

Obi-Wan's eyes narrowed.  "I don't want to talk about the mission.  I want to
know why you didn't come home last night and why your face looks like you
were in brawl."  His hand cupped my chin and he tilted my head to the side. 
"Quite an interesting mark on your neck also."

I sighed and lifted my eyes to meet his.  "I had sex with someone else," I
said bluntly.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes for a long moment, hurt evident on his face.  "Why?"
He asked.

I looked away from him, unsure of what to say.  I bit my lip, trying to
think, not of excuses, but of an explanation.  "I'm not sure why...," my
voice trailed off and I fought the tightness I felt in my throat.  I was not
going to seek forgiveness with tears.  I cleared my throat and continued, "I
met him, there was a strong attraction and I just had to know him."

Obi-Wan nodded, lightly stroking my bruised cheek.  "Did he do this?"  He
asked, his voice strained. 

"Yes," I said quietly.  I sensed Obi-Wan's anger and added, "It won't happen
again."

"What won't happen again?  The sex or the violence?  I'm really not sure
which disturbs me the most."  

"Neither," I said, raising my gaze to meet his burning aqua pools. 

"Who?"  Obi-Wan asked tersely.

"I won't say.  I just want to forget about it."  That was true.  I did want
to forget about Xanatos. I didn't think it would be possible, though -- his
eyes burned in my memory, his touch lingered on my skin and I could almost
feel his thoughts in my head.

Obi-Wan sighed heavily.  We were sitting across from each other, cross-legged
on the floor and leaned toward me and kissed my bruised cheeks and torn lip
gently.

I pulled back.  "Oh, please, Obi-Wan don't be nice about it, that will just
make me feel worse."

Obi-Wan cupped my face gently in his hands and pressed his forehead to mine. 
I had to smile, because when we had first become lovers this was often how we
would talk.  I would sit on his lap, straddling him and we would press our
foreheads together and whisper quietly, so our conversation wouldn't be
overheard.  Master Yoda had very good hearing and Obi-Wan wasn't allowed in
my room.  I felt tears well up in my eyes, we hadn't done that in a long
time. 

Obi-Wan smiled ruefully.  "I know...when did we stop being friends and just
become two people who have sex with each other?"

"There were so many things I never told you, things I kept hidden, I built a
wall between us and I didn't even see it."

Obi-Wan brushed his lips across mine.  "You didn't build it by yourself. 
I've kept things from you too.  I, I haven't been entirely faithful either."

I chuckled softly.  "Well, I take it you've been partially faithful?"

He grinned.  "That did sound stupid, didn't it?  It was oral sex, with
another man."

"What do you want to do now?"  I asked tentatively.

"I don't want to lose you, Kali.  I want us to keep trying."

"Your Master always says, 'There is no try, only do or do not.'"

Obi-Wan smirked.  "I like doing you."

I groaned.  "Ugh, why did I know you were going to say that?"

"Because you set yourself up for that one.  What do you want to do?"

A slow smile spread across my face.  "You," I whispered, my hands moving
along his shoulders, sliding to the nape of his neck. 

"That can be arranged," he answered, stretching out his legs. 

I slid onto his lap, pressing myself against him and pressed my lips to his
for a slow, deep kiss.  Obi-Wan's hands traveled over my sides and my back,
caressing with a heavy touch.  I rocked against him slightly as our tongues
explored and battled. My lip was still sore, but I didn't mind the pain, I
wanted to be as close to Obi-Wan as possible. Obi-Wan worked his hands
between our stomachs, pushing me back slightly, unclasping my belt and
tossing it aside.

His hand slithered inside of my tunics, traveling across my breasts with a
faint, teasing touch.  I moaned into his mouth in protest and he began to
fondle my breasts heavily.  I felt a rush of desire fill me as my nipples
hardened under his touch. 

He broke off our kiss and groaned, "The bed..."

I nodded, standing up and shrugging off my tunics and stretching out on the
bed.  Obi-Wan stood and unclasped his belt, letting it fall to the floor.  He
slowly peeled off his tunics and swaggered toward the bed.  I grinned and
parted my legs, inviting him in. 

He grinned and crawled over me, his smile fading as he sees the bruises on my
arms.  He frowned, sighing.  "Did he rape you?"  He asked in a tight whisper.


I shook my head.  "No, it was just, uh, very rough," I whispered, not meeting
his eyes, trying to push all thoughts of Xanatos out of my mind.

Obi-Wan lowered his weight on top of me, scattering kisses on my face and
neck.  "Are you sure you want to do this now?  We don't have to."

I wrapped my arms around him, caressing his back.  "I want to do this,
Obi-Wan. I want you."

"Who did you want last night?"  He asked, pushing off his weight and sliding
down my front, capturing a breast with his mouth.  He drew the hard nipple
into his mouth, the suction causing me to shudder.  His teeth tugged the
nipple upward as his tongue flicked the tip lightly.  I moaned while he gave
my other breast equal attention.

Obi-Wan lifted his head, releasing my breast.  "Someone to hurt you, scare
you, make your heart pound, pulse race?"

He ran his tongue down my stomach, grasping the waist of my leggings and
pulling them off.  He kissed the arch of my foot and then kissed his way up
my leg, pausing at my inner thigh to suck slowly.  I spread my legs further
apart, throwing one leg over his shoulder. 

His hand caressed my other thigh, working its way to my center. He brushed
his knuckle lightly over my outer lips, teasing as I writhed beneath him. 
"Did you enjoy the pain?"  Obi-Wan asked. 

I gasped as he slid his finger inside of me, the contact pleasurable, despite
my soreness.  "Answer me," he growled.

"Yes, I enjoyed the pain.  I loved the loss of control, I burned."  I hissed,
arching my hips off the bed.

A deep moan reverberated from Obi-Wan's throat, his finger moving
rhythmically inside of me.  His tongue laved my clit as the lust spread
through me and I yearned to have him inside of me.  Obi-Wan sensed my need
and slid another finger inside of me, his tongue moving expertly over my
folds.  My hips rocked against him and I threw my other leg over his
shoulders, locking my feet together and pressing my thighs against his face.

Obi-Wan moaned, thrusting his fingers faster inside of me, until I'm was on
the edge of orgasm, then he withdrew his fingers and plunged his tongue
inside of my wetness.  I gripped his shoulders and shuddered, pleasure
shooting through me as he lapped up my wetness. 

"Take me, Obi-Wan, now," I demanded, sliding my legs off his shoulders. 

Obi-Wan lifted his head and slid off the bed, taking off his leggings to
reveal his erection.  He slid back onto the bed and positioned himself
between my legs.  His hardness pressed against me and I tilted my hips toward
him.  His eyes were dark with desire as he entered me with a low, guttural
moan. 

My breath hitched as he moved slowly inside me, rubbing against my tender
flesh.  He lowered his weight, his chest pressing against mine.  Our bodies
slid easily against each other as we moved together, slowly building up our
pleasure.  I sensed his hesitation, his knowledge that the friction he so
wanted would cause me pain. I wrapped my legs around him, pushing him deeper
inside of me and thrusting my hips rapidly into his, my need growing quickly.
His moans grew louder and faster as he abandoned his restraint.  His strokes
quickened and his hands cupped my shoulders tightly.  His mouth captured mine
as we climaxed together, our tongues tangling wildly as our bodies shuddered
in release.  Waves of pleasure swept through me as my muscles tightened
around him, milking his seed from his cock.

Obi-Wan slackened on top of me, our kissing slowing. I basked in the
afterglow, my body limp, my mind a blur.  Suddenly, I felt an angry presence
in my mind.  *I told you not to let that oaf touch you.*

I pushed Xanatos out of my mind, raising my shields.  How could he know?  We
couldn't have formed that much of a connection in one night.  I shivered as
Obi-Wan rolled off me.  I sat up quickly, unnerved by the presence of Xanatos
in my thoughts. "I need to go, Master Jinn is waiting for me."

I saw anger and hurt wash over Obi-Wan's face.  "Is this how we're going to
get past that wall?  By you running away as fast as you can?"

I was already up and hurriedly pulling my clothes back on.  Fear rippled
inside of me and I couldn't suppress it.  I couldn't talk to Obi-Wan until I
sorted out my own feelings. 
I didn't want to put Obi-Wan in the middle of this; Xanatos was too
dangerous.  I swallowed hard.  "I need time to think about it Obi-Wan. 
Please, just let me have some space."

Obi-Wan huffed.  "Fine.  You'll do as you please anyway, just go." 

I grimaced at his words.  I hated hurting him, but I honestly had no idea
what to do.  I sat down quietly on his bed and pulled on my boots, then I
leaned down and kissed the cleft in his chin.  "What should we talk about?"

We stared at each for several minutes.  Obi-Wan sighed.  "Tell me his name."

"Why?"

"Because I want to know.  I'm not going to go attack him in a jealous rage."

"Qui-Gon is waiting for me.  He's upset and wants to lecture me; let me get
that over with and we can talk later, okay?"

Obi-Wan frowned at my weak excuse but said, "Okay, we can talk later.  Maybe
we can meet at the lake."

I nodded and touched my lips to his.  "Later," I whispered as I stood up.  I
strode out of his room quickly, grateful that Master Yoda was in Council
meetings all day.  There wasn't anyway I could have faced him.


********************

I walked in back into our quarters hesitantly.  Qui-Gon was not in sight. His
bedroom door was closed, probably meditating on how to punish me.  I breathed
a sigh of relief and went into the kitchen to fix a cup of tea.  I walked
into my bedroom while it was steeping, undressing as I went, planning to pull
a robe on and then take a long bath.

I spotted a box on my bed.  A long, shiny platinum box.  My stomach lurched. 
I reached for it with trembling hands.  I held it for a long moment, there
were no marks of any kind on the outside.  I clicked it open and stared at
the contents.  An ornate gold necklace with bright green jewels rested upon
black velvet.  My console beeped loudly, causing me to jump, I dropped the
box and turned to the screen.  An incoming call. 

I shook my head, picking up my robe and pulling it snugly around me.  I
stared at the beeping screen, not wanting to answer the call.  Better to get
it over with I told myself.  I steeled my nerves and sat down in front of the
screen, hitting the button to accept the call.

Xanatos' face filled the screen, he was smiling pleasantly, despite his
apparent knowledge of my liaison with Obi-Wan.  "Did you get my present?"

I nodded.  "Yes, but I can't accept any gifts."

Xanatos appeared wounded by my refusal.  "But, I had it made for you after
our first meeting, the jewels match your beautiful eyes."

"Thank you," I said quietly. 

"Did you have a nice time with the oaf?" He asked nonchalantly.

"What do you want from me?"  I asked.

"I knew you would run back into his arms. He's attractive, but you have done
much better.  Did you try to seduce your Master again before turning to the
oaf for comfort?"

My face tensed.  "No, I didn't.  Tell me what you want."

Xanatos' eyes darkened.  "You know what I want.  You.  I want you, my beauty."

I tried to push away my own desire for him and sighed.  "I can't," I told
him.  "I'm sorry, Xanatos.  I want you, but I can't give up my way of life. 
I can't betray him."  I didn't wait for a response, but terminated the
connection and then powered off the console so he couldn't call back. 

I hugged my knees to my chest and sought my calm center. Several minutes
later, I heard footsteps and turned to see Qui-Gon standing in the doorway. 
"Your tea is ready," he said quietly. 

I nodded and stood up as his eyes darted to the necklace that stood out
against the white comforter.  "I need to return it, do you know who delivered
it?" I asked evenly.

"No, an initiate brought it.  He said it was delivered to the Temple for you
this morning.  I assumed you would know who it was from."

"I do, but I'm not sure of his return address." I answered, brushing past
him. 

I picked up my tea and curled up on the sofa, taking a small sip.  Qui-Gon
sat down next to me, but I didn't look his way. 

"Kali, will you tell me what happened to you last night?"

I put down my teacup and turned to him.  If he wanted to get personal, I
could get personal.  "Will you tell me why we can't be lovers?"  I asked
smoothly. 

Qui-Gon's face tightened.  "You know why, Kali.  It is forbidden by the code
and it would be wrong."

"Is it only wrong because it's against the code?"

"It would be wrong for many reasons."

I leaned toward his face, my lips almost brushing his.  "I don't care if its
wrong."

Qui-Gon's lips touched mine for a brief moment, I could sense his desire and
his struggle, he abruptly stood, pushing me aside.  "I do care."  He said
flatly, before turning and striding out of our quarters. 

I slumped back into the sofa, curling up again.  "Well, that's one way to get
out of a lecture," I said glumly.

I closed my eyes, seeking sleep and peace, but all I found was Xanatos' face,
a mocking grin on his face and fire in his eyes.

"Truth is a torch, but a terrific one; therefore we all try to grasp it with
closed eyes, fearing to be blinded."  Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe


Dark Passion 6

Obi-Wan and I are sitting in a beautiful dome garden in front of a small
pond.  It is simulated night in the dome, so there are stars in the sky
(lights in the top of the dome) and moonlight (artificial) glowing on us.  It
seems quite real, if you don't ponder it too much.  I wondered if our
relationship was the same -- on the surface it seemed true, but if you looked
closely, you would see that it's as fake as the moonlight here. 

I sighed and rested my head on Obi-Wan's shoulder.  He squeezed his arms
around me, holding me snugly.  "Are you tired?  Do you want to go back to the
Temple?"  He asked softly.

"No, I'm not ready to go back.  Obi-Wan, do you ever feel...I don't know,
like something is missing?  That you want more than being a Jedi?"

After a long pause Obi-Wan answered, "Sometimes I feel frustrated, ready to
face the trials, but I don't feel like I'm missing anything.  I know how
lucky I am to be a Jedi, I don't want anything else.  When I left before, I
felt lost, I couldn't find the Force...I realized how empty my life would be
without it."

"What if you could hold onto the Force, but not be a Jedi?"

Obi-Wan stiffened.  "That would be dangerous.  It's very easy to be led to
the darkside, that is what the Jedi code protects us from."

"Does the code protect us or imprison us?"

"You sound like..."  Obi-Wan's voice trails off.

"Xanatos?" As soon as I spoke his name, I felt a chill pass through me.  All
evening I had felt as if we were being watched, but I had hoped I was just
being paranoid.  I felt a gentle probe into my mind and my fears were
confirmed.  Xanatos was stalking us.  I was not surprised, I had spoken to
him almost every day for the past month, but had kept my vow not to see him. 
He had made it clear that he would not give up easily, and I couldn't bring
myself not to talk to him.  I was enthralled with him.

"Yes, Xanatos," Obi-Wan said stiffly. 

I heard the rustle of branches beside us and turned to see a dark figure step
out of the shadows.  Xanatos grinned in greeting, bowing to us, his cape
billowing behind him.  "Good evening, what a treat you are for the eyes, such
a beautiful couple."

I frowned, sitting up.  "Go away, Xanatos," I said, despite the surge of lust
I felt at his presence. 

Xanatos smiled wickedly and sat down on the bench beside me, kissing my
cheek.  "Is that anyway to greet your lover, my beauty?"

"You!"  Obi-Wan exclaimed.  "I should have known that was your handiwork."

"Well, after hearing the way you spoke of Kali -- her beauty, her wit, her
tight, wet-"

"What?" I interrupted. I glanced at Obi-Wan but his face was an unreadable
mask.

Xanatos chuckled.  "Oh, did I forget to mention that I was well aquainted
with Obi-Wan?  Of course, you can't really complain to him that he didn't
tell you about me, because you didn't tell him about me either."

"The two of you are lovers?" I asked in disbelief.

"I guess you could say the three of us are lovers," Xanatos answered with a
satisfied smile.

"The three of us are not lovers," Obi-Wan said, bolting off the bench.  He
pointed at Xanatos.  "You had no right to touch her!  I saw what you did to
her!"

Xanatos chuckled again.  "She enjoyed what I did to her.  If you don't
believe me I have a recording of it, you could watch it..."

"You have a recording of it?" I asked, aghast.  

Xanatos arched a brow.  "I watch it everyday, my beauty.  I love to watch the
expressions on your face when you are in the throes of passion,
so....stimulating.  You even look beautiful when you are in
pain...struggling....trying to fight the lust you feel at the pain...tears in
your eyes..."

Suddenly, Obi-Wan's lightsaber is drawn and ignited, the bright blue blade
standing out against the night.  "On your feet, Xanatos.  I won't let you
corrupt her, turn her."  Obi-Wan slashed at Xanatos, missing him by
centimeters.

Xanatos leaned back, a bored expression on his face.  "Surely you're not
suggesting that we give into our primal, biological urges and duel for her."

"It has nothing to do with biological urges, Xanatos.  It has to do with the
fact that you abused her and will stop at nothing to steal her away and
destroy her life, just to satisfy your pathetic need for revenge against her
Master."

Xanatos stood, his hand resting on his lightsaber, but not drawing it.  "I'm
trying to rescue her, save her, just as I tried to save you, Obi-Wan.  Save
you from the arrogance of the Jedi."

"Thank you," Obi-Wan seethed, still in battle-ready position.  "But we don't
need to be saved." 

Obi-Wan lunged at Xanatos again, Xanatos swerved out of the way, drawing his
lightsaber and igniting it in one fluid move.  Xanatos thrust his red blade
at Obi-Wan, their blades meeting, sizzling and sparking.  Obi-Wan spun, his
blade slicing through the air only to be met by Xanatos'. 

I stood up.  "Stop, now."  I cried. 

They ignored me, and I watched the whir of slashes, thrust, parries, and
lunges.  "I'm not impressed; I have one too!"  I informed them, my words
falling on deaf ears. 

Fine.  I drew my lightsaber, igniting it and thrust at Obi-Wan's wrist.  My
blade connected with the hilt of his lightsaber, knocking it out his hands. 
As soon as Obi-Wan's lightsaber hit the ground, Xanatos deactivated his. 

"No fighting!" I told a very displeased Obi-Wan as I quickly scooped up his
lightsaber, deactivating mine and hanging it back on my belt.  "I can take
care of myself.  I don't need either one of you to rescue me, thank you
kindly!"

Obi-Wan glared angrily at me, holding out his hand. "Can I have my lightsaber
back?"

"Not until you promise me you won't attack Xanatos again."

"He is dangerous, Kali.  I just don't want you to get hurt," Obi-Wan said,
his voice softening.

I nodded at him and put his lightsaber in his hand.  "I know, but I can take
care of myself."  I kissed him on the lips. 

"Isn't that sweet?" Xanatos drawled, turning to Obi-Wan he said, "Why don't
we go back to my hotel and talk about this in a civilized manner?"

Obi-Wan snorted.  "What do you know about being civilized?  Hitting a woman
-- why?  She dared to disagree with you, speak her mind, she didn't stroke
your ego enough?"

I could feel the dark ripple of anger from Xanatos and I shivered, fighting
the instinct to back away from him.  "Obi-Wan, please don't..." I started.

"No, its okay, my beauty," Xanatos said to me, before facing Obi-Wan.  "I was
wrong to hit her.  I won't let myself lose control like that again.  But, it
is none of your business, it is between her and me."

Obi-Wan sighed heavily, but before he could answer, two Coruscant security
officers appeared, "Is there some kind of problem here?"  The older officer
asked gruffly.

Xanatos smiled easily at the man and waved his hand.  "There's no problem, we
were just leaving, officers."

The officers nodded, turning and walking away.

Xanatos studied me for a moment. "Shall we go to my place? I think I might
have trouble getting into the Temple?"

"Considering you tried to blow it up..." Obi-Wan said.

Xanatos frowned and gestured dismissively.  "Youthful indiscretion," he took
my hand in his and grinned. "Maybe we shouldn't bring him, he's being rather
unpleasant tonight."

Obi-Wan grabbed my other hand.  "She's going back to the Temple with me."

I rolled my eyes and then turned them on Obi-Wan.  "We're all going to
Xanatos' hotel. I think we have things to discuss."

"There is nothing to talk about with him," Obi-Wan snarled.

"I think there is, so I'm going with him, whether you come or not."

Obi-Wan exchanged a look with Xanatos.  "I'm coming, there is no way I'm
going to leave you alone with him."


Warning: Contains a bit of slash.  You've been warned, read at your own risk.
<g>

"The passions are the gates of the soul."  Baltasar Gracian


Dark Passion 7

The three of us walked into Xanatos' hotel suite.  Xanatos took off my robe
and threw it over a chair, Obi-Wan tossed his on top.  Xanatos unclasped his
black cape and removed it with a flourish.  I smiled and shook my head at his
constant need to put on show. 

Obi-Wan sat down stiffly on the sofa, obviously weary and I wondered what
kind of relationship he had with Xanatos.  I had the impression it had been
an ongoing one and the sneaking suspicion that it had been rough, despite
Obi-Wan's distress over the fact that Xanatos had been rough with me. 

Xanatos stood behind me and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my neck as
Obi-Wan stared coldly at us.  "I missed you, my beauty," Xanatos whispered,
his hot breath blowing across my ear, causing me to shiver.

My eyes were locked with Obi-Wan's and I just sighed noncommittally.  Xanatos
released me and took my hand, leading me to the sofa.  I sat down beside
Obi-Wan and Xanatos placed himself next to me, wrapping an arm around me
possessively.

Obi-Wan glared at Xanatos for a long moment, then shifted his eyes to me. 
"Are you ready to leave yet?"

I sighed, he was definitely hiding something.  "No, now tell me what the hell
is going on....one of you."

Obi-Wan sat in stony silence, staring blankly.  Xanatos' hands began to roam
over my body.  I gave him a dark look, which he grinned at.  "I want to know
what is going on," I repeated icily. 

Xanatos smirked.  "Well, if Obi-Wan doesn't want to tell you, I have him on
disk as well."

"You're a bastard, Xanatos," Obi-Wan snapped.

"Do you want me to tell her about our liaisons?  You are so disturbed that
she liked it rough...why, Obi-Wan?  You like the same thing."

I looked at Obi-Wan in surprise.  "You do?"  I asked him.

Obi-Wan swallowed, diverting his eyes from mine.  "I do, sometimes."

Xanatos chuckled and unclasped my belt, removing it and tossing it aside.  He
slid one of his hands inside my tunic, grazing over my breasts, sending warm
tingles through out my body.  "She was looking for passion, Obi-Wan.  Did you
know that?"

Obi-Wan fixed his eyes on mine.  "Passion?"

I nodded, squirming slightly as Xanatos continued to fondle me.  "What were
you looking for Obi-Wan?"

"Something different, I guess," he said to me, then he glared at Xanatos. 
"Stop touching her." 

"She doesn't seem to mind, Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan glared at me and I sighed and leaned toward him, running my hand up
his thigh I said, "Obi-Wan, he isn't going to turn me.  I just want his
passion.  I want him.  Do you feel the same way?"

Obi-Wan closed his eyes for a moment, glancing down at my hand brushing
lightly over his bulge.  "I do, but I know that it's dangerous.  I don't want
anything to happen to you."

I leaned forward and kissed him, pulling away from Xanatos.  Xanatos pulled
off my tunics and nuzzled my shoulders and neck, his hands gliding across my
back.  "Finish undressing her, Obi-Wan," Xanatos whispered.

I swung my legs across Obi-Wan's lap.  Obi-Wan's eyes locked with mine.  I
could sense his desire as well as his indecision.

Xanatos sneered at Obi-Wan.  "Don't bore us by playing hard-to-get Obi-Wan. 
I've seen you in action, I know you want this, but have repressed your desire
out of some worthless feeling that it was evil."

Obi-Wan stared at us, frozen.  Xanatos shook his head at Obi-Wan then pulled
me onto his lap.  I pushed back the black hair falling into his eyes,
pressing my lips to his for a passionate kiss and dug the heel of my boots
into Obi-Wan's legs.

Xanatos' hands roamed over my chest and sides as Obi-Wan pulled off my boots
one at a time and tossed them aside.  Obi-Wan brought my foot to his mouth
and sucked my big toe into his mouth, then released it and slid his hands up
my legs to the waistband of my leggings.  I tore my mouth away from Xanatos'
as Obi-Wan worked his way between my legs. 

Obi-Wan exchanged a look with Xanatos.  "No violence," Obi-Wan said in a low
tone. 

Xanatos smiled sexily.  "Whatever you want Obi-Wan, whatever you desire."

Obi-Wan nodded, glancing at me for a second, his eyes dark and lustful. 
Obi-Wan's hand slid down the front of my leggings, stroking my mound as his
lips captured Xanatos', hungrily attacking them.  I rocked my hips slowly
against Obi-Wan's hand and managed to partly untuck Xanatos' shirt so I could
run a hand across his bare chest.  I watched Obi-Wan and Xanatos kiss and was
surprised by how arousing I found it.  Lust surged through me as their
tongues thrust into each others' mouths, vigorously battling.  I wanted both
of them with a passion I had never felt before.  I moaned, wanting to see
them naked.

"Too much clothing," I complained finally, sitting up. 

Obi-Wan released Xanatos' mouth and leered at me.  He pulled his hand away
from my curls and grabbed the waistband of my leggings and tugged them off
quickly.  "Better?" Obi-Wan asked.

I chuckled.  "Yes, as long as the two of you take off your clothes too." 

Obi-Wan and Xanatos exchanged a quick smile. "Not a problem, my beauty,"
Xanatos laughed. 

I slid forward, kneeling beside Obi-Wan and undid his belt and pulled off his
tunics, while Xanatos kneeled on the floor and pulled off Obi-Wan's boots. 
Xanatos ran his hands heavily over Obi-Wan's hard legs and pressed his mouth
to the erection straining against the fabric of Obi-Wan's leggings.  A low
moan escaped Obi-Wan's mouth as he ran his hand up my inner thigh to my
folds.  As Xanatos pulled off Obi-Wan's leggings, Obi-Wan slid a finger
inside my wetness. 

Xanatos stroked Obi-Wan's cock then ran his tongue along the length. 
Xanatos' eyes locked on Obi-Wan's finger pushing into me and a slow smile
spread across his face. Xanatos stood up and pulled off his blue silk shirt,
boots and leggings.  I grinned at his magnificent bare body, feeling a
tightening in my loins. 

Xanatos stood in front of Obi-Wan and put his hands on his shoulders.  I
caressed Xanatos' back and side as Obi-Wan's hand cupped his sac and circled
his tongue around Xanatos' large cock.  Obi-Wan slid another finger inside of
me, thrusting more forcefully as he swallowed Xanatos' member, sucking
vigorously. 

Xanatos moaned, thrusting his hips toward Obi-Wan, his eyes still watching me
gyrate against Obi-Wan's hand.  I put a hand on top of Xanatos' on Obi-Wan's
shoulder and ran my other hand through Obi-Wan's hair.

Obi-Wan continued sucking until Xanatos was on the edge of orgasm and then he
pulled back.  Xanatos moaned in frustration, his hand immediately began to
stroke his own cock.  Obi-Wan grinned wickedly and pulled his hand away from
me.  "I want to see you come inside of Kali," Obi-Wan whispered huskily to
Xanatos. 

Xanatos arched a brow and smirked.  "Always happy to give you what you desire
Obi-Wan," Xanatos said, his hand still stroking his cock.  He let go of his
shaft and grasped me by the waist. He placed me on Obi-Wan's lap and spread
my legs. I hooked my legs around Obi-Wan's shins and leaned back into him. 
The heat of his flesh and his hardness pressing into the small of my back
excited me.  Obi-Wan latched onto the nape of my neck, his hands moving to
cover my breasts.

Xanatos covered my lips with his own as he moved between my legs, his shaft
pushing against my wetness.  He thrust his tongue and cock into me
simultaneously, pushing Obi-Wan against the back of the sofa.  I gasped into
Xanatos' mouth, gripping his shoulders tightly as he moved deliberately slow
inside of me.  His cock rubbed against my soft walls, but he held back not
filling me completely. 

I thrust my hips upward as Obi-Wan whispered,  "You need more Kali?  Can you
take all of him?" 

I tore my mouth away from Xanatos'.   "I want it...now, Xanatos, now," I
hissed, my body screaming for more contact. 

Xanatos grinned teasingly at me and pulled out of me.  "Now?" 

"Now," I ordered, grabbing his hips, unlocking my legs from Obi-Wan's and
wrapping my legs around Xanatos' waist. 

Obi-Wan grabbed my arms, pinning them back as Xanatos sunk his shaft back
inside of me.  Xanatos thrust hard and fast, slamming into me.  The friction
caused by the short, fast strokes caused him to moan and he bit into my neck
as he pressed his chest into mine.  Obi-Wan sunk his teeth into my shoulder
as his hips pushed upward, thrusting his arousal into the small of my back. 

I buried my head in the crook of Xanatos' shoulder and neck, biting him as he
plunged his cock deep inside of me, hitting my sensitive nerves, ecstasy
surging through me.  My hips thrust upward to meet his and he pounded harder
into me with his entire body.  I was crushed between Xanatos and Obi-Wan and
I had never felt anything like it.  Xanatos released the tender skin of my
neck and grunted as he pushed into me violently, sending the sofa back across
the floor, knocking over a table, the sound of breaking glass not causing any
of us to pause. 

I felt Xanatos enter my mind, a dark flow of lust and passion taking over my
senses.  I let his energy flow through me and sent mine into his mind and
Obi-Wan's.  Obi-Wan and I had never let thoughts or feelings flow between us,
but he let me enter his mind.  The three of us let our connection to the
Force flow across the bond, each feeling what the others could feel.  It was
an amazing sensation.  My nerves sparked and the energy flowed through every
pore of my being.

Xanatos thrust a final time, filling me with hot seed as I sunk my teeth
deeper into him, his pain and pleasure flowing through me.  Obi-Wan tore his
teeth away from my shoulder, moaning with the urgent need for release.  I let
Xanatos' skin slip from my mouth as my head fell back against Obi-Wan's
shoulder, my body still shuddering as Obi-Wan let go of his death grip on my
arms. 

Xanatos relaxed into me.  I opened my eyes to see his blissful eyes peering
at me from behind sweaty strands of his hair.  I smiled softly and leaned
forward to kiss him.  Xanatos returned my kiss and pulled me forward across
Obi-Wan's legs.  Obi-Wan scooted forward on the sofa and I slipped off his
lap and turned to face him. 

Obi-Wan's face with almost unrecognizable in it's lustful expression.  I felt
a shiver pass through me as he lunged toward me.  Within a matter of seconds
he had me pinned on the floor, his knee wedged between my legs. 

"Obi-Wan don't you want to take her on the bed? The floor is so hard on your
knees,"  Xanatos teased as he stretched out on the floor next to us, his hand
pushing back the damp hair clinging to my face. 

Obi-Wan spread my legs and impaled me with his shaft, sliding easily into my
wetness, his only vocal response to Xanatos was a loud grunt as he thrust
into me.  Obi-Wan held his weight off of me as he slammed into me, his face
contorted with desire. 

I turned my head toward Xanatos, who was watching Obi-Wan move on top and
inside of me.  Xanatos' eyes met mine for a second and he whispered, "I must
admit I enjoying watching the oaf fuck you, as much as I hate the idea of
sharing." Xanatos' hand slid to my breast, caressing it.  "He is so beautiful
when he thinks of nothing but pleasure, though."

My only response was a low moan as I closed my eyes, my body moving with
Obi-Wan's, the pleasure building inside of me again, my muscles tightening at
the impact of Obi-Wan's hardness pressing into them.  I felt Xanatos' mouth
on my neck as he nipped and kissed his way to my ear.  "I liked it when you
bit me," Xanatos whispered.  "Of course, you know I bite back."  Xanatos'
teeth sunk hard into my earlobe.

I gasped, "You already bit me."

Obi-Wan angled his hips upward and urgently thrust into my sensitive spot. 
My body screamed out in pleasure, my muscles tensing and contracting as the
electricity surged through us again.  Obi-Wan stiffened and gasped as his
release came and spasms rocked his body.  He collapsed on top of me, trapping
Xanatos' hand under his weight. 

Obi-Wan lifted his head and studied me with his, now serene, aqua eyes. "I
needed that," he said breathlessly. 

I gave him several short kisses before he rolled to my side.  I was spent and
sated, I didn't even care that I was lying on a very cold, hard floor.  I
closed my eyes, relishing the warmth of the men next to me and the blissful
bond between us.  I knew it wouldn't last, but at that moment it was all I
felt.

Author's Notes:  I was 3/4 finished with this chapter when I read JA8, I was
afraid that the book would damper my inspiration, but it didn't.  It just
made me want to write Xanatos the way I see him and give him a happy ending.

This is dedicated to Darry, even though she had to beta it (thanks Darry)! 
Happy Birthday Darry!  You ROCK Nursie!

"The fountains mingle with the river,
    And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix for ever
    with a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
    All things, by a law divine,
In one another's being mingle.
    Why not I with thine?"
Percy Shelley

Dark Passion 8

I was roused from sleep by Obi-Wan nudging me.  "We need to get back to the
Temple, Kali," he whispered. 

I slowly opened my eyes and frowned at him.  I muttered something
incomprehensible and rolled away from Obi-Wan, hitting Xanatos' shoulder.  I
decided that was a nice place to be and closed my eyes, snuggling up to
Xanatos. 

"Kali," Obi-Wan said tersely, "it's almost dawn.  We have a lightsaber class
in an hour."

I sighed heavily.  I didn't want to leave and not just because I was
comfortable.  I dreaded going back to the Temple.  I was starting to think of
it as a prison instead of a home.  I hated the confusion I felt and I
struggled to push it away so I could focus on the immediate situation.

I rolled back toward Obi-Wan, meeting his steady gaze.  He could see the
reluctance in my eyes and I know it scared him.  He was afraid I was going to
turn.  He didn't understand my intense feelings for Xanatos, he never would. 
We studied each other for a few minutes and his face softened.  "If we're
late it will be hard to explain to our masters," he reminded me, lightening
his tone.  "Qui-Gon will lecture you for days."

Xanatos chuckled softly, rolling toward us.  "Kali doesn't have to worry
about her Master's disapproval," he said in an amused tone.

"What do you mean by that?" Obi-Wan asked edgily. 

I tensed, not liking where this was going. 

"Well, since Kali crawled into bed naked with Qui-Gon, he pretty much lets
her do as she pleases.  Doesn't he, my beauty?  If he gets angry you can just
proposition him again or sniffle, that will scare him into silence.  Qui-Gon
is incapable of handling emotion."

Anger surged through me and I bolted up in bed and slapped Xanatos' shoulder.
"If I had wanted Obi-Wan to know about that, I would have told him myself!" 
I exclaimed.

Xanatos grinned innocently.  "You never said it was a secret, my love."

Obi-Wan sat up.  "You slept with Qui-Gon?"

"No," I said, turning away from Xanatos' satisfied smirk. 

"Not for a lack of trying," Xanatos added.

I took a deep breath, willing myself to stay calm and not strike out at him
again.  "It was before we had a relationship, Obi-Wan."  I said calmly,
caressing Obi-Wan's leg lightly.

Obi-Wan nodded, his face tight and grim.  "I think I understand," he said
bitterly. 

"What?" I asked.

"You just wanted me because it drove him crazy for us to be lovers.  He
turned you down and because of my difficult history with him, I was a way to
hurt him," Obi-Wan climbed out of bed. "Wait until he finds out about
Xanatos, that should really drive the blade through his heart." 

I shook my head in disbelief.  "It wasn't like that Obi-Wan, it's not like
that.  I didn't want to hurt him."

"I'm going back to the Temple now.  I think you've found the perfect man for
yourself, Kali.  You two grand manipulators belong together.  I don't want to
see either one of you again," Obi-Wan seethed, then he turned and stalked
down the steps to gather his clothes from the main room.

I started to go after him, but Xanatos grabbed my arm.  I pulled away from
him angrily, tears welling up in the corners of my eyes.  Deep inside I had
that niggling feeling that Obi-Wan was right, I had just used him for
revenge, but I didn't want to believe it.

"Let him go," Xanatos said in a condescending tone.  "You can talk to him
later, let him work through his feelings."

I turned to Xanatos, my eyes blazing.  "You," I hissed.  "You just have to
play your games."

Xanatos shrugged nonchalantly, completely unapologetic, making me even
angrier. 

"You just wanted to get Obi-Wan out of my life," I accused.

"You didn't think I was going to continue to share you with that oaf?  He has
his moments, but basically he's a beautiful bore," Xanatos stroked my cheek
softly, turning on his bedroom eyes and lowering his voice to a seductive
whisper.  "You deserve far more than he could ever offer you, my love.  I'll
give you whatever you need, fulfill your every desire."

His midnight eyes were mesmerizing and I felt that familiar warmth rise in
me, his passion flooding my senses as he leaned in and kissed me.  My lips
parted for him and I returned his searching kiss as his hand descended to
caress my breasts through the soft silk of my nightgown.  My body yearned for
him, ached for him, but my mind was screaming, 'NO!'.  I ignored my mind and
let my hand drift across his taut abdomen, the need to touch him overwhelming
me.

I heard the door hiss closed behind Obi-Wan.  I was surprised at my own lack
feeling at his departure.  Was he right?  Had I just been using him for
revenge?  Not entirely, but I couldn't deny to myself that had been a
motivating factor in pursuing a relationship with him.  The self-realization
broke Xanatos' spell over me and I pulled away from him. 

"No, Xanatos," I said firmly as I climbed out of bed.  "I'm not going to play
games with you," I told him, without looking at him as I made my way down the
spiral stairs. 

I looked at my tunics in disarray on the floor and sighed heavily.  I picked
up a glass of wine from last night and finished it.  I gathered my clothes
up, but my eyes caught on the door leading to a balcony and I put the clothes
down on the sofa and walked outside, deciding fresh air would clear my head.

There were transports buzzing around and the sun was just starting to rise. 
It was a beautiful view, in the center of the view was the Jedi Temple, the
tallest building on Coruscant.  It was truly magnificent. 

I heard Xanatos approaching behind me.  I didn't look back or move.  He
wrapped his arms around me as if we had not been fighting and softly nuzzled
my neck.  "Do you like the view?" He asked.

"Why did you pick this room?  I thought you hated the Jedi, why would you
want to see the Temple?" 

"I bought this hotel because of this view," Xanatos replied with an undertone
of anger and pain.  "It is reassuring to me to be able to see my enemies.  It
gives me strength and focuses me to have a constant reminder of those who
have hurt me."

I sighed heavily, sensing his hate, feeling his pain.  I wanted to release
him from it, but I knew that was something only he could do.  Anything I
would say about letting go of the past and his darkness would only make him
angrier. 

I turned to face him, his arms still surrounded me.  The mixture of pain,
anger and vulnerability in his eyes startled me.  I smiled reassuringly at
him, running my fingers through his hair before clasping my hands around the
nape of his neck.  I pulled his face to mine and kissed him deeply.  This was
all I could do, all I could give him. 

Xanatos returned the kiss, his tongue thrusting into my mouth hungrily, his
body radiating heat and arousal.  He tightened his embrace around me, his
hands heavily roving over my sides and back.  A torrent of desire rushed
through me and I pressed myself even closer to him, my hard nipples rubbing
through the thin silk of the nightgown against his bare chest. 

He tore his mouth away from mine, gasping for air.  His mouth attacked my
neck, biting and sucking as his hands gathered up the soft fabric of my
nightgown.  "People can see us," I reminded him breathlessly. 

"I don't care," he growled lustfully, pushing me toward the ledge of the
balcony. 

I moaned as Xanatos lifted me onto the ledge, spreading my legs and caressing
my thighs as he sucked my earlobe into the heat of his mouth.  I glanced out
over the narrow ledge, it was a very long way down.  I hooked my legs around
his for security. Xanatos' hand slid up my inner thigh and his fingers snake
between my wet folds, stroking me urgently.  "I won't let you fall, my love,"
he whispered in my ear.

My hands traveled over his hard abdomen and down to the waist of his black
silk sleep pants.  I brushed my hand over his hardness, my burning desire to
have him inside of me causing me to shudder.  I gasped slightly and leaned
forward, my tongue flicking out at his nipple.  I licked his nipples to
hardness, my hand stroking his cock through his pants.

A low moan escaped from his throat and he plunged his fingers inside of me. 
Thrusting, rubbing and pushing against my sensitive muscles, his fingers
moved expertly.  His mouth sucked on my neck to the rhythm set by his hand
and I forgot my precarious location and let my primal instinct take control. 
I freed his engorged, thick cock and ran my hand up and down the length
almost frantically. 

"Now, take me now, Xanatos, now," I demanded in an urgent whisper, my hands
still rapidly stroking his shaft.

Xanatos released the suction of my neck and withdrew his fingers from inside
of me.  He pushed my nightgown up further around my waist and grabbed my bare
hips.  I let go of his member and slid my hands up to his hard torso.  "Are
you mine?" He asked, his voice deep with lust.

"Yes," I answered with a moan, pulling him closer to me, his cock pressing
against my wetness. 

"Only mine, forever?"  He asked as he pushed the tip of his cock inside of
me. 

"Yes, only yours, I promise, forever," I answered before wrapping my legs
around him tightly and sinking my teeth into his shoulder. 

He thrust inside of me hard, filling me completely as I sunk my teeth deeper
into his flesh.  I pressed myself against him as he moved inside of me with
quick, hard strokes, our need to urgent for anything else.  His cock hit me
exactly where I needed it to and the pressure and friction escalated the
pleasure for both of us as we moved together.  My fingers dug into his back
as my senses were deluged with ecstasy.  We let the our minds join, our
feelings intermingle.  His anger, hate and self-doubt surged through me along
with his passion.  Our emotions flowed freely across our bond and it was an
intoxicating feeling...to actually join totally with another person. 

Xanatos grunted with each thrust, his hands holding on to me with bruising
pressure.  His body tensed as his climax exploded with my own.  My muscles
tightened around his shaft as his seed spurted inside of me.  I stiffened
next to him, shuddering, then spent, my body went limp, falling into his. 

My head rested against his chest as his arms wrapped around me, holding me
securely on the ledge.  We were both covered in a sheen of sweat, too
exhausted and sated to move.  A cool breeze swept across us and I shivered
against him.  Xanatos snuggled me closer and I closed my eyes, enclosed in
his arms, I felt I was where I belonged Possibly for the first time in my
life, I felt needed, desired.  How could I leave him alone?  I felt he was an
integral part of me now.   

We stayed like that, melded together as the sun rose over the Jedi Temple in
the distance.  I lifted my face from his chest and looked over my shoulder at
the Temple.  I knew I would never step foot it the Temple again.  Xanatos
knew I wasn't going back, I didn't have to speak the words. 

I lifted my eyes to meet his.  I saw that his were filled with the pleasure
of victory and satisfaction, but more than that, it took me a moment to
discern what is was, not quite love, not quite need, but relief...relief that
he didn't have to walk the path alone.  It wasn't going to be an easy path,
but I felt no fear, only freedom.

THE END

"Every now and then I know you'll never be the boy you always wanted to be
But every now and then I know you'll always be the only boy who wanted me the
way
    that I am
Every now and then I know there's no one in the universe as magical and
wonderous   as you
Every now and then I know there's nothing any better and there's nothing that
I just  wouldn't do"

Bonnie Tyler, 'Total Eclipse of the Heart'



~ 5/27/00 ~