Archive: yes to ma and swal
Archive Date: February 14, 2001
Author's Webpage: https://www.squidge.org/~pumpkin/
Category: AU, Crossover, some humour
Disclaimer: Lucasfilm, Lucasfilm, Lucasfilm
Feedback: onlist or off, I'd like to know what you thought
Notes: The pairing is James' fault, this one's for her.
Pairing: Obi-Wan/Spike
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A halloween tale
Warnings: non Q/O
The air car shook, sending its passengers back and forth; tossed like leaves strewn in the path of the wind. For a moment everything became still, silence and darkness between the shuttle occupants. Obi-Wan shivered, his imagination playing with his senses before motion and noise resumed and the shuttle hit the ground with a loud crash. The vehicle shuddered once.
Emergency lights flickered to life, leaving faces oddly shadowed and grim; it danced off the paristeel walls - an elusive animal toying with its hunters.
Obi-Wan loved how his master took control of the situation, quickly ascertaining that nav and comm controls were both down and that the staff had no idea where they had landed. Qui-Gon organised the passengers and staff into two main groups, one to be left with the air car, to help with the wounded and to work on repairs to the damaged vessel, the other splitting off into search parties, all charged with returning to the air car with food, fuel and any information they could gather.
Obi-Wan watched with pleasure as his master effortlessly doled out duties until even the smallest among them had been assigned a task that would make him feel useful.
Then Qui-Gon strode to the door, Obi-Wan following in his wake. He watched, hand on his lightsaber, as his master palmed the door plate, closing his eyes in concentration. The bearded face was thrown in stark relief, the light casting most of the familiar features into shadow while highlighting a single ear and cheekbone. Obi-Wan felt the soft wave of Force as Qui-Gon slid apart the internal mechanism of the lock.
Obi-Wan stepped next to his master as the door opened and looked around.
"Not what I was expecting," ventured Obi-Wan.
"It certainly doesn't match the information in the database," agreed Qui-Gon. Eladynnus was purported to be a hilly, green, bright planet. The terrain they were supposed to have been traversing was a national forest and according to the chrono on board the air car it was close to midday and should have been bright beneath the twin suns. But that wasn't what they were looking upon at all.
It was a dark and stormy night. Wind howled around an open area holding rows of square cut rocks, with carvings on them. Obi-Wan stepped cautiously down the gangplank.
"1-9-6-6-dash-1-9-9-2," he read from one of the cut stones.
"Burial markers, I would imagine."
"Yes, Master, but not the kind that would mark Eladynnus remembrance fields. And the numbers, they seem a bit odd...do you think they represent dates?"
"That would be the most logical conclusion, Padawan, though they are dates unlike any I've seen before. And they certainly are not Eladynnusan. Which leaves the question of where are we?" Qui-Gon turned and waved forward the search parties. "You and I should split up, Obi-Wan. We'll cover more ground that way. You go that way," suggested Qui-Gon, long finger pointing off toward Obi-Wan's right.
"Yes, Master."
"Eyes and senses open, Padawan. We don't want to miss anything that could help us solve the mystery of where we are and how we came to be here."
Obi-Wan inclined his head and proceeded in the opposite direction from his master. The sounds of beings quickly disappeared as Obi-Wan strode away from the air car. His surroundings changed little: uneven row upon uneven row of burial markers. Some were brightened by flowers, others sported painted pieces of wood and plastic formed into t's. Occasionally a tree or larger marker would break up the landscape and every so often Obi-Wan had to walk around a deep, rectangular hole in the ground. They were empty. He knew as he had peered into each one.
He began to feel uncomfortable, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. The feeling grew as he continued to explore and he began to look around more surreptitiously, trying to determine what was wrong. The sound of footsteps had him whirling, but he could see no one. He called the Force to him, planning to use it to extend his search, but found it unfamiliar and unwieldy. He realised that this was why he'd been feeling so strange - the Force was different somehow - not gone or disappeared, but changed, skewed and he had trouble controlling and even accessing it.
Turning his head as he walked, Obi-Wan tried to gauge how far he'd come, but with the air car no longer in sight and no visible landmarks, he couldn't tell how far he was from his starting point. He wondered if it was time to return to the ship, but before he could decide he fell clumsily into one of the holes. He gave a startled shout as his head hit the stone and then his vision went grey, fading to black.
Obi-Wan woke feeling disoriented and raised a hand to his aching head; a dull throb that worsened as he opened his eyes. He'd been moved while he was unconscious. He seemed to be in a cave, arms chained to the wall above his head. A single torch lit the area. He reached out to the Force, using it to dull the pain in his head. Though still not 'right', the Force nonetheless obeyed his command and the pain in his skull faded. His attempt at breaking the shackles around his wrists was forestalled by a voice.
"Well, well, well, look who's finally awake."
Obi-Wan looked up to find a thin, pale figure dressed in black. His short hair was quite yellow, with black roots. There was something...off about him, but Obi-Wan couldn't quite place what it was. He stood still, eyes on the being in front of him, watching the black eyes glitter at him. They were full of amusement. And hunger. Obi-Wan slowly licked his lips and pulled at the chains that held his arms above his head. This could be fun.
"Why aren't you scared?"
"Am I supposed to be?" asked Obi-Wan.
"You should be bloody terrified."
"Why do you want me to be?"
"For a start you'll taste better."
"You're going to eat me?" Obi-Wan's own amusement leaked through, along with a soft hint of the arousal that he'd started to let past his calm. Many cultures used consumption metaphors to talk about sex.
"Turn you, more like," replied the stranger.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes and reached out to the Force. He was startled still by the way it felt off-kilter, but he was growing used to the strangeness and it only took a little bit of concentration to stretch the metal around his wrists enough to free his hands. He held out his arms and slowly rotated. "There you are," he said softly. "Do I go now?"
"Nice parlour trick," said the being. He moved forward with almost Force speed and slid Obi-Wan's hands back into the shackles, squeezing them closed again with his bare hands. "I meant turn you as in into a vampire like me," he said with a laugh.
"Down to the hair?" asked Obi-Wan, cocking his head to the side and regarding the blond locks in question.
"You're one to talk. What happen? You have a run-in with a scissor-demon?"
Obi-Wan laughed in response and allowed his arousal to show in his eyes, giving the 'vampire' his best come-hither look.
"Look, this isn't a tea party, you know. I've knocked you out and dragged you back to my lair to feed on you - that means suck out your blood and turn you into a vampire like me."
"Oh," replied Obi-Wan, disappointed.
"What?"
"It's just that most people who kidnap me and bring me back to their lair want to have sex with me."
The stranger tipped his head to the side and looked Obi-Wan up and down.
"Well, I suppose maybe I can accommodate you on that. It'd be more fun if you were scared though."
"I could pretend," offered Obi-Wan.
"Nah, it's not the same," replied the vampire with a pout. He stepped forward and licked Obi-Wan's neck, slowly, from the bottom of the v where his tunics met up to his chin.
"I'm Spike," he whispered into Obi-Wan's ear before nuzzling the soft skin below the lobe. Obi-Wan let his head fall to the side, giving Spike better access. The vampire hummed in approval, the vibrations tingling over Obi-Wan's skin, making him shiver in delight.
Spike rubbed his nose along the line of Obi-Wan's exposed neck. "I can smell you - sweet, even without the fear," said Spike softly. He began to lick at Obi-Wan's skin again, tongue agile and strangely cool. Obi-Wan moaned his approval, his shaft beginning to grow hard within the confines of his leggings.
"I especially like this," said Spike, hand wrapping Obi-Wan's braid within its hold. The vampire tugged, pulling Obi-Wan's head further to the side, only stopping when Obi-Wan moaned, pain nibbling at the edges of his pleasure.
Then Spike bit him.
Obi-Wan yelped, the sound turning into another soft moan as Spike's tongue lapped at the blood before he closed his lips over the spot and began to suck. Cool hands with clever fingers were pulling open Obi-Wan's clothes, running lightly over his skin, leaving fevered flesh in their wake.
Obi-Wan could feel his heart beating, he could feel the blood rushing through his veins in hot pulses. He could feel Spike sucking at his neck, drinking Obi-Wan's blood as if filling himself with Obi-Wan's essence. Shivering at the thought, Obi-Wan's penis grew harder. With a soft whimper, he shifted his hips.
Spike's nose nuzzled his ear again. "Easy, pet, I'll take care of you." And then the vampire was sucking his neck again as one hand closed over Obi-Wan's erection. It was amazing, like nothing he'd ever experienced. It was as if there was a live wire in his body between his shaft and his neck where Spike's mouth was fastened and bolts of electricity passed along the wire between the two points of Obi-Wan's body.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He felt dizzy, weak, on fire. And then he was coming, crying out as his pleasure passed over him like a wave of heat and chill. Spike stepped away from him and he went limp, staying upright thanks only to the chains.
Obi-Wan opened his eyes to a world that seemed dim and tinged softly grey. He could feel his life force drifting, pulling away from his body. He realised he was dying and reached out for the Force.
"Stay with me, Pet," said Spike and as Obi-Wan watched through hazy eyes, the vampire pulled open his black shirt and raked his nails across his own shoulder and down his chest. Crimson drops slowly formed on the pale chest, welling up from the cuts and Obi-Wan leaned forward to lick them off, driven by some instinct. He licked from the top of the scratches down toward Spike's nipple, drawing the blood into himself, feeling it re-energize him. The scratches ended at Spike's nipple and Obi-Wan sank his teeth into the raised bit of flesh, worrying it until the blood flowed freely into his eager mouth.
Spike gasped in pleasure though Obi-Wan barely heard the sound; all his senses were focused on the wound he'd inflicted and the hot, sweet blood that filled his mouth. It tasted of himself and of Spike. It smelled of their lust and their pleasure and he drank until he felt whole again. And still he drank, revelling in Spike's moans of pleasure. Revelling in the energy that fed between them as Spike's lips closed over the soft skin of Obi-Wan's wrist, just below the shackle and the vampire's teeth broke the skin. Spike began to suck, bringing the blood back into his body.
They formed a loop of lust and ecstasy, sharing blood and pleasure and feral emotion. Spike's hands were on Obi-Wan's body again, his touch like ice sliding over Obi-Wan's skin, trailing fire instead of water. The vampire finally freed their erections and held them together in his hands, pumping them as one. The pleasure became more than two bodies could hold and they came together, cries muted as they continued to feed of one another.
He drew back when Spike let go of his shaft. Both of them were panting, trying to catch their breath.
Obi-Wan could feel the wrongness of the blood flowing through his veins, understood suddenly what Spike had meant when he'd said "turned". He reached out for the Force, delighting as it came easily at his call. Still twisted, different from what he was used to, he now could control it. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the blood that burned like fire through his veins, sunk deep within himself until he was aware of his body on the cellular level. Quickly he used the Force to heal himself, changing the blood until it felt right within his body.
Opening his eyes, Obi-Wan came face to face with Spike. The vampire was watching him, head tilted to one side, eyes narrowed. Spike reached out and covered Obi-Wan's heart with the palm of his hand. He pulled it back as if burned and backed away.
"How'd you do that?" demanded Spike.
Obi-Wan smiled serenely and concentrated on the metal around his wrists. "The same way I do this." His hands slipped free of the restraints and Spike took another step back.
"You aren't a slayer, are you? Not that I'd be surprised if you were - this town's lousy with 'em."
"I don't know what a slayer is. I don't even know where I am. Our ship crashed and we're trying to find out how to get back home. I don't suppose you could help us?"
"You could always try clicking your heels together and saying 'there's no place like home'," spat Spike before he turned and headed out of the cave at top speed.
Righting his clothes, Obi-Wan reflected on how enjoyable the interlude had been, but now it was time to get back to the matter at hand. It was time to get back to the air car and Qui-Gon. He pondered Spike's suggestion as he made his way out of the cave, discovering that he was still within the confines of the seemingly endless expanse of burial markers. Closing his eyes, he let the Force guide him back to his master.
Qui-Gon was waiting for him, pacing along the length of the vehicle, one hand on his lightsaber, the other swinging at his side.
"Obi-Wan!"
"Master." He stepped into the welcoming arms, lingering in the familiar embrace.
"Are you all right, Padawan? When I realised that there was something wrong with the Force in this place I tried to find you, but you had disappeared quite thoroughly. I was worried."
"I was waylaid by a native, Master, but he did not harm me and he did give me a suggestion to get us back to Eladynnus."
"Come then, everyone is inside."
Obi-Wan followed his master up the gangplank, admiring the view as he went. He wondered what his master would think if he told him of Spike and the things they'd done. Would Qui-Gon be shocked or would it turn him on, would it make him see Obi-Wan as an object of lust, a sexual being rather than just his padawan, his student and friend?
"What do we need to do, Padawan?"
His master's query interrupted his thoughts and Obi-Wan waved him away. "Nothing, Master. If I understood correctly, all I need to do is tap my heels like this," Obi-Wan clicked his boot heels together, "and say there's no place like home." He repeated the phrase several more times and suddenly the ship shuddered and jerked and then stilled once again.
There was a noise from outside the air car and then the door slid open and the gangplank descended, an Eladynnusan in a silver and blue uniform appeared.
"Welcome to Rehctaw Port. We hope you've enjoyed your trip and please use AirWaves for all your skyway needs."
Qui-Gon's hand came down on Obi-Wan's shoulder. "Well done, Padawan," murmured his master. Obi-Wan smiled serenely and leaned into the touch, breathing deeply, pleasure filling him at the scent of his master's blood.