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Rating/Warnings: R; Violence; slash (Obi/Qui; Qui/Xan; Xan/Obi); more sexual content than in previous parts; possible death of a character
Summary: After an explosive fight, Obi-Wan storms off broken hearted and leaves Qui-Gon's world in shambles. Both struggle to come to terms with what's happened and the "deeper meanings" behind Qui-Gons dream of Xanatos. Now Qui-Gon can no longer sense Obi-Wans force signature and Obi-Wan has been captured! Qui-Gon is relentless however and will chase Xanatos to the ends of the galaxy to find Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon now knows Xanatos general destination. Obi-Wan has found his captor to be an unsettlingly friendly Xanatos. Obi-Wan has managed a short conversation with Qui-Gon when the force suppressing drug Xan gave him began to wear off, but now Xan has given him a second dose and has proceeded to torment him. Obi-Wan is close to giving up on fighting Xanatos.
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Obi-Wan's POV:

"You will shower now," Xanatos said after returning a few moments latter, "I want you nice and clean when we arrive."

"No," was all I said, 'At least if I stink I'll provide less pleasure for him the next time he wants to get "close" to me, 'I thought to myself. I did not even move from where I lay on the bed or bother to open my eyes.

"You will do as I tell you Jedi!" I could taste his anger. He stomped over to me and grabbed me by the shoulders in an attempt to stand me up. 'Fuck him, he's going to have to work if he intends to force me to do anything,' I thought to myself resolutely.

A force grip about my shoulders forced compelled me to stand, assisted by my feet or not, 'Damn, I...' before I could finish my thought, my clothes where quickly whipped off me by Xanatos's use of the force. Then I was dropped on the bed, "You will not get those back until you're clean. The fresher is over there," he pointed as if I didn't know, "if you refuse you can go on world stark naked for all I care!"

I sighed and shook my head and knowing even as I did so, it wasn't worth fighting over. I bit my lip, I still didn't want to do *anything* for HIM even if I did want a shower.

Xanatos lost the last stitch of his patience, he grabbed me be the hair and dragged me into the bathroom. Xanatos threw me into the shower cubical and turned on the water. 'Shit it was cold!' I controlled my body's automatic reaction to run out from the cold water to the warmth of the room I had been in before. Instead, I just sat there on the floor of the shower and focussed on controlling my breathing and keeping my shocked body still.

Xanatos dropped a bottle of soap on my head, "Wash."

"No," I said sitting there and feeling just absolutely ridiculous.

"Would you rather I did it for you?" his tone softened back to that velvety smoothness. ‘Force! That was a bad sign.'

"No," I said flatly, and without standing I poured some of the soap into my hands and quickly lathered myself from head to toe then I just sit there and let the water beat down on me and rinse it away. I was quickly losing options for resistance, but at the very least I could be a stubborn pain in his ass, and "resist" as I was supposed to.

"Get on your feet and out of my shower." Xanatos ordered. He was quickly losing his composure.

'Ahh... So you fancy the ship "yours" then,' I mused smugly, 'and what if I don't?' I thought. I was annoyed, but it wasn't worth fighting over so I came silently and very slowly to my feet.

Xanatos threw a towel at me and then left. I could hear him rummaging around in the closet. I dried quickly and ran a shaky hand through my hair. 'I need a hair cut already,' I though as I wrapped the towel tightly around my waist.

By the time I came out of the shower Xanatos was gone, but on the bed were clean clothes. Black pants, straight legged, not at all like the fitted ones I usually wear, (or should that be the other way round – jedi trousers straight and Xans more fitted )and then there was a simple wrap around tunic of the same colour blue as Xanatos's eyes. 'These must be his clothes,' I thought looking at them; they looked a size or so too big for me. My boots and socks were also beside the bed. 'I wonder...' I walked over to the closet and opened the door, '...how mad would he be?' I though as I picked up my dirty clothes from the closet floor. They stank with the light musky sent of sweat but, a second look at Xanatos's clothes made up my mind, 'better to smell bad than to smell like Xanatos.' I unruffled and smoothed out my clothes as much as I could before slipping them on. I smiled to my self knowing it was a foolish act. Enraging your captor was rarely a smart thing to do, but then, I was beginning not to care so much any more. Qui-Gon was coming and there was little I could do to affect what Xanatos did anyway.

Unbound and clean I took some time to centre myself and meditate. Then I did some stretches and exercised a little. It felt so good to get my blood flowing again, and force, did I need to loosen up my joints after spending so long bound and lying on my back.

I heard footsteps again.

I moved back across the room and sat on the bed. I folded my hands in the sleeves of my robe and sat there, the perfect picture of calm on my face. I took a deep breath and the door opened.

Xanatos looked me over quickly, "Washed and clean and you still chose to stink," he shrugged, apparently he didn't care as much as I thought he would, "no matter now, no one here will care if I have a Jedi captive."

'I supposed not,' I thought to myself, 'the Neimoidians don't care about much of anything as long as your pockets are deep enough.'

"On your feet Jedi," Xanatos ordered as he removed a pair of binders from one of his belt pouches. I stood and crossed the room toward him. 'At least binders will be more comfortable than that strap was.'

Xanatos took one of my hands in each of his and pressed himself against me while bringing my arms around behind my back. He secured the binders tightly about my wrists and still holding me tightly he nuzzled into my neck where it met my shoulder. He took a deep breath and gently nibbled the sensitive flesh there. I pulled away sharply, but thought better of it as I nearly dislocated my shoulder. Grudgingly I moved back into his hold.

Xanatos laughed that intoxicating laugh of his. "Change your mind then? If you would only behave you would save yourself a lot of aches and pains," his voice was smooth and rich. He brushed my cheek with his lips and nipped my ear with his teeth, "That's better, don't struggle, Obi-Wan."

I struggled against the rage growing inside of me. I took in a deep breath and counted to ten then slowly released my anger as I exhaled. Xanatos lifted his fingers to my chin and raised my head to capture my gaze with those deep, dark blue eyes of his; they sparkled with cruel delight. He brushed a hand through my hair and down the side of my face, "You truly are beautiful, Obi-Wan, did Qui-Gon ever tell you that?"

I refused to take the bait; I wouldn't speak to Xanatos about Qui-Gon. He took my chin in one hand and leaned down and kissed me. Just as his tongue touched my lips I pushed him back, "Stop!"

Xanatos laughed, "If you can give me a good enough reason, Jedi, I'll stop."

I thought a moment, but I knew there was nothing I could do or say to stop him. "I didn't think so," Xanatos said smugly just as he pressed his lips to mine. This time he quickly forced his tongue into my mouth and it was all I could do to resist the urge to bite the damn thing off. 'Breathe, Obi-Wan, breathe,' was all I could think of, 'Just keep breathing.' At last he broke away. Xanatos had the most satisfied smile on his face as he ran his fingers down my neck and into the collars of my tunics and tabard.

I felt the muscles in my shoulders tense at the unwelcome touch and I fought to keep my centre. "Relax Obi-Wan," Xanatos said his voice a light teasing tone, "I'm not going to hurt you." He let his hands slide down my front before releasing me.

"Come along then," he said very business like, "I have things to tend to." He put his right hand at the small of my back and guided me out of the quarters that had been my prison.

It was a short distance to the hatch that exited the ship. What I saw would have been an inspiring vision under different circumstances.

High slender bridges of every length and shape stretched across the urban landscape that was waiting outside. It was beautiful and planned out like a beautifully designed sculpture, every bridge was visually balanced with those around it. There were many rivers and lakes, though not much undeveloped land. The only thing the graceful vistas lacked was green life. 'Qui-Gon would find this place cold and sterile,' I thought to myself.

"Keep walking," Xanatos broke my train of thought, "move."

I complied letting him lead me to an air car that was waiting a few feet away. He opened the passenger door and I got in. He was "kind" enough to rearrange the binders so my hands were in front of me for the car trip.

I sat quietly deep in thought, 'Which planet could we be on? Think, Obi-Wan. What *do* you know? It's one of the Neimoidian Purse Worlds, there's a lot of water, and even more bridges.' I searched through my memories and some forgotten piece of information about a "bridge world" came to mind. 'Yes, this is the "bridge world" but what one is that?' Any further details remained frustratingly elusive, just beyond my conscious reach.

We stopped at a house, 'That's odd,' I thought, 'why would we…' Xanatos threw a hood over my head blocking out my vision. 'Damn him.'

The car started up again and we drove off.

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