The Lords of Heaven:
Chapter 3 - Lord of Heaven, Lord of Hell
Angyl
Mmm... thirsty...
Here, ahmaté, drink.
Where am...?
Shhh, you are safe from all harm here. I will keep you safe. Rest
now, ask questions later. A large hand brushed over a furrowed
forehead, leaving serenity in its wake. A suggestion of slumber was given
silently and the young man succumbed, falling into peaceful dreams once
more.
Next to the bed, Lord of Heaven Jinn breathed a sigh of relief at long
last. His chosen was out of danger - now they could both rest. Gently
smoothing a red-gold lock of hair from the face of his young Adonis, Qui-Gon
brushed his lips against the now cool brow, and felt the spark of the
soul-bond once more. For now they would begin to learn of one another as
he prepared the young man to take his rightful place at Qui-Gon's side. In
a few cycles however... already he felt the need for a deepening of the
bond, and it was only days old. How difficult the coming years would prove
to be, until his soul mate was old enough...
Chuckling softly, Qui-Gon caressed the youth's cheek, as he anticipated
the cycles to come. "I don't even know your name yet, ahmaté."
The warmth of the sun on his back teased Obi-Wan into wakefulness.
Rolling over, he sleepily rubbed his eyes and looked around. His eyes
widened as he realized he was not at home in his own bed, but in a
strange, magical room. It was large and airy - seemingly carved out of
living stone. A wall of windows was opposite his bed, darkly opaque now,
and yet he had vague recollections of bright sunlight.
The room was sparsely furnished but every piece was exquisite. The bed
Obi-Wan lay on was almost as large as the entire living area of his
parent's home. Rich tapestries decorated the three stone walls of this
room, interspersed with ornate mirrors. Looking up, Obi-Wan's breath
caught. There were high vaulted ceilings painted like the dome of heaven.
The mythological star creatures painted there were beautiful in the
extreme.
Where am I? he thought, wonderingly.
A shadow fell across him, startling Obi-Wan and causing him to jerk
back in surprise. This brought a hiss of pain to his lips as his still
healing body protested the abuse his mind was only just remembering.
Shhh, stillness ahmaté. You were badly wounded, a lightsword
pierced your left side and you are still recovering. Move gently so it
doesn't re-open the injury.
The voice was not spoken aloud, it was in his mind! How was this
possible? Looking up once more to search for answers, Obi-Wan's startled
gaze was caught by Lord of Heaven Jinn's placid eyes.
I am in the home of the Lord of Heaven! Obi-Wan thought, hardly
daring to believe it.
"Qui-Gon," the Lord spoke, his voice as smooth as
brandy-cream.
"Your pardon Lord?"
"My name is Qui-Gon, my ahmaté, and it would please me greatly to
hear you use it," Qui-Gon replied, smiling down at him. "Though
I do not yet know your name?"
"I am called Obi-Wan, Lord," he whispered reverently.
"Qui-Gon," the Lord repeated, reminding him.
"But that would be disrespectful!" Obi-Wan burst out. To use
the Lord of Heaven's given name when he was merely...
"My Chosen. You are my Chosen young Obi-Wan, and there is nothing
'mere' about it. However, if it will make you feel more at ease, you may
call me Master, but only for the time being ahmaté," Qui-Gon
admonished. Sighing inwardly, he accepted that for now he would have to
live with this. But one day soon, his soul bonded would use his true name,
else wise it would make their lives together a challenge.
"If it should so please you, Master," Obi-Wan replied,
pausing as he tried to figure out how to pose the question nagging him.
"What do you wish to know Obi-Wan? You may ask me anything you
like with freedom, do not be afraid to question me on anything," Qui-Gon
encouraged as he sat next to Obi-Wan on the great bed.
"I was wondering, Master, what does that mean? The word you keep
calling me, I have never heard it before."
Qui-Gon considered for a moment. Ahmaté, in the purest sense of the
word meant 'one whose life is forever entwined with mine.' It was more
commonly used as an endearment that meant 'love of my life.' With the
soul-bond between them both were true, and yet Qui-Gon was hesitant to
share the meaning of either with his Chosen. Now was not the time. First
Obi-Wan had to be told about the soul-bond and what it truly was. First
the younger man had to accept it. Then there was the matter of his being
Qui-Gon's Chosen.
Normally, a Chosen was trained for five cycles, then sent to other
villages to teach for another two cycles before being elevated into the
Light Order. Until that time, Obi-Wan was his apprentice. Qui-Gon had to
train him in the ways of the Order. To do this properly he would sometimes
need to be harsh with Obi-Wan. If handled incorrectly, this could do
damage to their bond. Finally, there was Obi-Wan's age. Qui-Gon estimated
that he was between fifteen and seventeen cycles, so the final merging of
souls could not happen for two to four cycles at least.
"Master?" Obi-Wan's honeyed voice called Qui-Gon back from
his introspection.
"How old are you, my Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon asked, completely
oblivious to his possessive turn of phrase.
Unsure of how his age had anything to do with the question, Obi-Wan
still answered. "I am sixteen cycles old, Master."
So his estimation had been correct. Three cycles. By the light it
seemed an eternity. "I will make you a promise my Chosen one. Upon
your nineteenth cycle I will tell you exactly what ahmaté means, in every
possible sense. For now, be assured it means that you are an important and
necessary part of my life. Can you be content with this?"
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan promised. "Master, what is to
become of me?" he asked, with some trepidation. "Am I to remain
with you or to be returned to my family? Oh! My family, are they...?"
"They are safe and well, I promise," Qui-Gon reassured him.
"As for you, this is now your home. You are my Chosen Obi- wan, and
will be trained as my eventual successor. I will one day be too old to be
an active Lord and will need someone younger to take my place. The Light
guided me to you when I least wanted or expected to find an heir. I had
been badly hurt and feared I would never heal, and yet the Light guided me
to you - and in your single, selfless act you healed scars I feared would
never fade. It was the will of the Light that I should find you. So - you
shall be taught all of the secrets I have, and one day you will be Lord of
Heaven Obi-Wan and my heir."
"But for now, we will start small. Considering your quickness and
agility in the village, I think we shall begin teaching you how to use a
lightsword. As well, we shall work on you mental acuity and shielding. I
think this will be enough for the moment. I have a feeling you will be a
quick student and will keep me on my toes." Qui-Gon chuckled.
"For now, rest my Chosen. When you have recovered some more we will
begin. Sleep." Qui-Gon once more nudged the youth into a healing
slumber, watching as Obi-Wan tried to struggle against the suggestion but
finally giving in with an exhausted sigh.
Qui-Gon Jinn, Lord of Heaven, Master of the Order of Light, sighed
happily, an almost foolish smile on his face, as he watched Obi-Wan sleep.
His ahmaté was as exquisite as a dream when he slept, so pure and
innocent, but when he was awake. Qui-Gon sighed in happy remembrance of
sparkling blue-green eyes, a mischievous smile and a happy soul. The aura
surrounding his Obi-Wan was joyous and alive. The energies danced with the
vibrancy of youth, sang with the kindness of the young man's soul and
whispered of the generosity of his heart.
Pressing another reverent kiss to his beloved's forehead, Qui-Gon rose,
and left his soul bonded to sleep. He had things to do. Most importantly
he had to contact his Master and ask the elder to visit him. Qui-Gon
wanted the soul bond confirmed and declared. Now that he had Obi-Wan with
him, he was not about to let anything separate them again.
"Did you see the way he protected that whelp of a cousin of mine?
Sith, if dearest Obi was stupid enough to step in front of my blade he
should die!" Xanatos snarled, pacing his rooms like a caged animal.
"That wretched little wimp has always been so nice. It's
nauseating. Damn him, I'm just going to have to kill him too..."
before he could finish the sentence Xanatos went flying across the room.
"You will leave the boy alone!" Maul growled dangerously.
Hear me well pup. If that boy is harmed in any way, it will be you who
suffers the most. I shall show you pain unlike you have ever imagined. Do
you understand?"
As he spoke, Maul took Xanatos by the throat and lifted him, pinning
him to the wall a foot above the ground. "I said Do. You.
Understand?" With each bitten off word, Maul squeezed harder and
harder, until Xanatos couldn't breathe at all. Nodding desperately and
sending over their bond his compliance, Xanatos tried desperately not to
black out.
He was dropped as suddenly as he was attacked, and gasped, filling
starving lungs with air as he knelt at Maul's feet. "For... forgive
my impudence Master... I will never assume again..."
"Very good my precious. I have need of you now. Into my chambers -
remove your clothes and prepare yourself for me as I have taught
you." Violence always aroused Maul. Violence coupled with the
thoughts of his soon-to-be pet made dark need howl through him. In his
present mood Maul would require extra stimulation to give him total
satiation. Strolling over to a cabinet, Maul opened it and chose one of
his favorite toys, a five-tailed whip.
Maul removed his clothes, folding them neatly and laying them aside.
Picking up the whip, the Lord of Darkness entered his chambers to find a
subservient apprentice abasing himself on the floor, erection bound
tightly in a leather harness and bisected by the cock pin, pierced nipples
weighted down and anus greased and being stretched by a massive, synthetic
plug. Oh yes, a great deal of extra stimulation would be required. Maul
grinned ferally as he softly slid the door shut behind him.
Xanatos bit back the whimpers of pain that threatened to break free, as
he regained consciousness. To show anything but joy at his abuse would
only bring more brutality. His cock already ached and throbbed like a
living thing. He was fully erect and aroused. How he adored his Master at
times like this. He was prone, his hips grinding into the floor for
stimulation and his Master was covering him, laving at the wounds the whip
had left behind. He feasted on the pain and lust that was transmitted
through his apprentice's crimson blood.
The violence had faded to manageable levels thanks to his chastisement
of his apprentice, but Maul was now more aroused than ever. One need had
been satisfied and now another beckoned.
"Ahhh, my precious darkling love is awake at last. I am so proud
of you my dark heart. You lasted much longer this time. Shall I reward you
now?" Maul purred.
"Master... please, whatever you want!" Xanatos gasped, need
racing through him. The pain always brought with it the clarity of need
and want. His master could do with him as he wished, Xanatos was his
willing slave.
"What I want, my apprentice, is to possess you, own you, violate
you. I want to feel the black heat of your soul, watch it consume you. I
want you corrupted, abased and defiled. I want you to grow into a mighty
Sith," Maul whispered , luring the young man deeper and deeper into
their shadow world.
"Yes Master, anything... everything for you," Xanatos moaned,
bucking his hips backward in a show of submission.
"You are so good to me, my apprentice," Maul growled, as he
knelt above Xanatos. He pried apart the younger man's ass cheeks and
pulled out the plug that still invaded Xanatos' body, only to replace it
with the hard bar of his flesh. Slowly and gently, he began to move,
arousing his young lover and taking him with a softness that shattered.
"More, more please, Master. I am yours to claim - PLEASE!"
Xanatos cried, trying to increase the depth and severity of his Master's
strokes. He needed the violation and degradation of being used. Maul had
conditioned him so well that the only time Xanatos felt truly loved was
when his Master was abusing him. Xanatos was truly the Sith Lord's private
whore, trained to please his Master in every and any way.
For it was in pleasing Maul that Xanatos felt the dark fire of the Sith
burn the hottest within him. This was what he was meant to be. Maul's
plaything. This was what it was to be possessed by the Lord of Darkness.
END  since
02-17-07
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