Title: The Return 11

by: Dorotea

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, don't make any money.

Rating: NC-17 for sex

Summary: Animal Obi-Wan, and I'm not joking here, so please don't read if

violent sex offends you.

Author's Notes: I couldn't make up my mind about how to end this or how to even

get to the end, so I'm going to quickly hit the send key before I change my mind

again!

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"My fantasies have turned to madness My goodness has turned to badness My need

to possess you has consumed my soul My life is trembling, I have no control"

'Obssession', by Animotion

Later you are snuggled next to Qui-Gon sleeping when you awake sensing someone

else in the room. You immediately sit up, looking for you lightsaber. You see

Obi-Wan crouched next to the bed. He is staring intently at you.

"What are you doing?" you whisper angrily. "Watching you sleep," he answers

softly. You give him a look you usually reserve the especially dim. "Why?" you

ask, annoyed. He crawls on the bed next you and kisses you lightly on the lips.

His hand runs through your hair.

"If I told you I loved you, would you agree that we have a relationship?" he

asks. You arch your eyebrows, "I don't think this is the appropriate time or

place for this conversation. I am in bed with another man!" He sighs heavily, "I

couldn't wait any longer. Could you please just answer the question?" "Does it

not bother you that I am in bed with another man?" You can sense Qui-Gon is

awake and listening, but he hasn't moved at all. "Just answer the question," he

urges. "I suppose we have a relationship, but...," you answer hesitantly, hoping

to get back to sleep sometime soon. "I do love you, and it does bother me that

you're in bed with another man. I want you to get out of his bed," he pauses and

his tone turns harsh, "now. Right now."

You stare at him for a long moment with your mouth open. He closes it for you

with a smirk. "What have I told you about that, something might fly in," he

says.

You ignore him and turn to Qui-Gon who has sat up. "Are you going to say

anything?" you ask him as he just sits there. "No," he responds flatly, "This is

between the two of you. I'm going for a walk." He stands and dresses, ignoring

the "I'm going to kill you" look you're giving him.

He bends down and kisses the top of your head. "I warned you. You play with

fire, you're going to get burned," he says as he leaves.

"Jerk," you mutter under your breath as he leaves. You turn and glare at

Obi-Wan. His eyes are smouldering. Every muscle in his body is tensed. He is on

the edge of rage, you can feel his anger and jealousy radiating from him. You

ignore it. He doesn't have any right to be angry. You didn't promise him

anything. His attitude is making you angry.

"Are going to get out of his bed?" he asks, barely able to keep his voice under

control. "No," you say sharply, "Just because you told me you love me does not

give you the right to tell me what to do. I told you I wanted time to think and

I meant more than a few hours. I'm going back to sleep. Goodbye," You fall back

in bed and close your eyes.

He is on top of you in a fraction of a second. You gasp as his hand comes at

you. You could have avoided the slap, but you let his hand slam into your cheek.

Your face burns and your entire head throbs with the force of the hit. You taste

blood and run your tongue along your teeth to make sure none are knocked out.

You could easily push him off if you used the force, but you don't. You look

into his angry eyes.

"Do not dismiss me like I'm a child," he yells, "I am not a little boy." You

fight back tears of pain and try not to tremble. He is scaring you, but you find

it exciting. Your heart is pounding as you answer him. "Get off of me, now!,"

you scream, trying to conceal your fear.

He doesn't answer, but clamps his mouth down on yours, not kissing, but

devouring you, his tongue attacking yours. His hand rips back the sheet you're

covered with exposing your breasts. He attacks one with his hand, as if he's

trying to tear it off. For a minute you think he is going to succeed, but his

hand moves down to your hip, brutally caressing you, digging into your tender

flesh. His mouth moves away from yours and he whispers harshly, "If you won't

leave his bed, then I'm going to fuck you in it."

He moves down, alternating biting your breasts with viciously sucking on your

nipples. You can feel his raging hard on through his pants. You moan as his

hands tear into your flesh. A voice in the back of your head it tells you to

stop him, but you can't, you want him to fuck you.

He moves back up, sucking your lower lip into his mouth and biting it. "Are you

still wet from him?" he growls, using his knee to spread your legs. His hand

reaches between your legs and his fingers dive brutally into you. He moves his

hand fast and hard, slamming into you. You squirm and moan as his fingers

roughly move in and out of you.

"I could hear you with him, I heard you moaning, coming. Are you going to come

for me?" he asks in a cruel voice you don't recognize. "You're hurting me," you

say with a ragged voice. "I know you like it, don't you? You like it rough? Is

this what it takes to get a little respect from you?" Your hips are moving with

his hand, so there is no point in denying you like it. You hate yourself, but

you do. You can't even think, your lust is so great.

"Daddy isn't going to save you, little one. He'll just have the council send you

away again." "What?" you gasp. He gives you an evil smile. "Qui-Gon told the

council to send you away three years ago." "No," you whimper. You know it is

true. You always suspected, but you had hoped you were just being paranoid.

Obi-Wan removes his hand from you and pulls off his pants. He mounts you. "Do

you want me?" he snarls. "Yes," you gasp. He pushes into with such force your

bodies move half way across the bed. His hard cock pumps into you without mercy.

You move your hips up, pushing him even deeper into. Your entire body is

screaming with pain and lust. You dig your figernails into his back, he screams

as you draw blood. He bites down into your shoulder, you feel your skin rip as

his teeth sink into your flesh.

"Come for me," he demands as his tempo increases. You wrap your legs around him,

savoring his hard body. You bite into his neck as your muscles contract around

his cock, your entire body convulses with waves of pleasure. With the release

you lose emotional control and you cry out. Obi-Wan screams as he comes

violently into you, filling you with his hot liquid. His enitre body spasms into

you with such force you're sure he is breaking every bone in your body.

You sense his anger has dissolved as he pulls out of you with a moan. He rolls

off you and pulls you into his arms. "I'm so sorry," he whispers repeatedly as

he gently rocks you. You sigh, "I could have stopped you, I didn't." "Why not?"

he asks in an anguished tone. You don't answer for a moment. Your head is

swirling and you feel lightheaded. You can't say it. You won't let yourself.

Breathe. Breath. You take a deep breath, gasping.

"Are you ok?" Obi-Wan asks worriedly. You nod, still not able to speak. If you

open your mouth you will say it and nothing will ever be the same. You will have

given up all control and another man you thought you loved.

You look into his eyes, swallowing hard. You reach up and gently touch his

padawan braid. Twirling it around your finger you tell yourself, "It would never

work, Qui-Gon would never allow it, it wouldn't last, you would come between

them, you hate him, you hate him, it is only lust," every doubt you can think

of.

Obi-Wan kisses your hand that is still playing with his braid. You moan softly.

His lips actually make you tingle. His touch brings you warmth. He gives you a

very concerned look. You hear the words coming out of your mouth, even as your

brains screams 'NO!' "I love you, Obi-Wan Kenobi."

He looks suprised, with a puzzled expression he asks, "After this?" He gently

strokes your bruised face. You sigh softly, "Before this, but I was too afraid

of the consequences to admit it, even to myself." He kisses you softly, and you

savor the pleasure it brings. "I love you, too," he whispers softly, nuzzling

your neck. "But what about Qui-Gon?" he asks hesitantly. You close your eyes for

a moment. "I'll always love him, but it's not the same anymore," you answer

quietly.

"Am I going to find you in his bed again?" he asks in a low tone. "No" "Or

anywhere else having sex with him?" "I understood the question," you answer

laughing softly. "I just want to make sure we understand each other." "Let's

see, no sex with anyone else?" you ask, smiling. "Yes, no sex with anyone else,

no dancing naked, no staying out all night without me, no teasing me, no clothes

that I don't approve of, umm...that's all I can think of right now." he says

with a smirk. You arch your eyebrows at him, "Maybe I better write these down,

I'm not very good with rules. I hope you don't expect me to be a good girl all

the time." He gives you a wicked grin, "Not at all, I love it when you're bad. I

just want you to be bad with me." You return his wicked grin, "Deal."

You kiss him, slowly sliding your tongue into his mouth. You love his scent, his

taste. He returns the kiss gently. When you part he says, "Of course, none of

this is going to matter. When Qui-Gon sees what I did to your face he is going

to kill me." "I might kill you when I see what you did to my face! Does it look

that bad?" you ask ligthly touching your face. It hurts badly, it must look

horrible. "Umm, don't look in the mirror for a while. I'm sorry, I don't know

what..." You interrupt his apology with a kiss. "It's fine, but we might want to

get out of Qui-Gon's bed before he gets back. Maybe we should go to my room.

Where is my dress?"

"Umm. You're going to have to wear something else." he answers sheepishly.

"Why?" you ask flatly. "Earlier, while you were sleeping, I, uh, I threw it in

the incinerator." You glare at him. "I know you didn't like it, but the

incinerator?" "I really didn't like it." "You scare me sometimes, Obi-Wan." He

smirks gleefully, "Good, maybe you'll stay out of trouble." You laugh, "I don't

get into trouble, I AM trouble."

He laughs and kisses you. You caress his bare chest lustfully. You want to feel

every inch of him. His hand finds a breast and tenderly fondles it. The kissing

intensifies and lust sweeps through you. You can feel his arousal. You ignore

the nagging feeling in the back of your head as you push him onto his back,

straddling him. Your mind is fogged with desire and the pure pleasure of his

hands caressing you. There is something you are forgetting you think as grind

your hips into Obi-Wan, teasing him.

The door opens and Qui-Gon strides into the room. Damn. That is what you were

forgetting. Obi-Wan and you both freeze. You are glad your back is to him so you

can't see the look on his face. "In my bed?" he asks angrily.

THE END