Until We Have Faces

[ninefox]

Krell had to pin him with the Force to get him on the altar, and not gently. The back of his head might be bleeding, but it's hard to tell: the antechamber already smells of iron. The whole station is a bristling-black hulk of ancient ore, nickel and iron and ice and stone. The lack of anything resembling alloys or right angles makes it feel horribly unreliable, not a machine guaranteed to keep the air in, but an ancient brooding piece of debris untouched by the steadiness of engineers. It did have an airlock, that Krell and a few shame-faced clone guards shuffled him through, and iced-over doors somewhere in the dimness of their crisscrossed headlamps that must lead back into the warren of Ninefox Point.

The benighted promontory did not orbit so much as a brown dwarf or black hole: it was a rogue planetoid, drifting through the ragged stretches of starless, lifeless space. Here, old Strife, the Dark Side of War, had been confined ever since the ascendancy of the Jedi, noble Combat, and the rest of the Light pantheon. But even reviled and relegated Gods were due certain honors, and retained certain powers - and certain appetites. And Krell - who had his own suspicions about the future of that ascendancy - had come to give Strife his due and be rid of his most vexing problem in one blow.

It's pitch-black with him and the others gone. The heavy magnetic manacles embedded in the alter are utterly immovable; the stone beneath him is pitted and rough and cold, almost untouched since the creation of the universe - except, of course, for all the sacrifices that have come before.

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[ninefox]

He sighs, softer but somehow the same, and he doesn't slump over Fives but he rests a check against Fives' shoulder for a few moments.

I could eat the whole world and still want more," he admits. "But right now, I want you to let me make you feel something new, and...try not to hate yourself about it?"

[callmefives]

I can't stop you, he repeats, too tired for more direct defiance for that. Too despairing to delude himself there'd be any point to it if he could find th energy. He's been given to this monster, to do with as it wishes... it just so happens it doesn't appear to wish to maim or kill him, though whether he'll be devoured and destroyed nonetheless remains to be seen.

[ninefox]

He cups Fives' face in two hands - still long-fingered, but humanly so, now - and kisses him slowly, sweetly.

"My stubborn darling," Jedao murmurs as he kisses him, another hand arranging Fives' legs, stroking up his thighs to cradle his balls.

[callmefives]

He doesn't have the energy to even try to turn away this time, doesn't have the energy for anything but to lie there and take whatever the creature decides to do to him. And it still aches that what it chooses is this; tenderness like he's never known, soft hands and sweet lips and a gentle, searching tongue. Words and touches he's never let himself even dream of, because they were banned to him and his kind, always and forever.

And now he's been throw away like so much garbage and this... this is what he's sacrificed to. A hand, gentle on his skin, touching him in places no one else has ever touched him, making what little breath he has catch as his skin pebbles, not with cold, but with the novelty of the sensation. His legs twitch, trying to spread farther, and whines quietly in the back of his mangled throat, in mingled shame and arousal.

[ninefox]

"So beautiful," Jedao croons, kissing down Fives' chest again, nipping carefully at Fives' nipples again on his way down. He licks long, long paths over Fives' belly, kisses his cock softly in passing, bites a little more firmly at the back of one spread, folded-up thigh before his tongue drags another hot, wet stripe over Fives' hole and balls in one stroke.

[callmefives]

He flinches away minutely when the creature comes too close to the desecrated brand placed directly over his heart, the ashhawk with its widespread wings barely recognizable now. It's the only move he makes, though, until that tongue drags across his... Force, his hole and his balls, and he shivers as his legs twitch in an effort to splay wider, as a groan spills from his wrecked throat.

He's naked. On a table. In the cold and dark at the end of the galaxy. Sacrificed to an ancient evil that's been used to terrorize him into obedience his entire life. And in this moment all he can think is please and more and yes.

[ninefox]

He gets his wish. Jedao licks him again and again, then seals his mouth over Fives' hole and starts sliding his tongue in. His hands flex on Fives' thighs, occasionally digging in with claws again, as though Jedao just can't help himself; he moans into Fives' flesh like he can't get enough.

[callmefives]

He's too exhausted for his wheel's to spin, to exhausted for anything but laying here and feeling and, as that tongue drags over him again and again and again, all he can feel is warmth and pleasure. Even when the claws did into his thighs it's just sensation, something to remind him his body's still there, still his. His hands flex helplessly against the stone beneath him, nails chipping and tearing as they drag over it, and that's more sensation too.

And then the tongue is pushing into him, and it still feels... good? But also strange, alien. Forbidden. His breath hitches on a startled protest that's no more than an incoherent noise, and he tries to brace himself to pull away.

[ninefox]

Jedao laughs softly as Fives pulls away, and lets him do it, although not far, not more than an inch. He laps at Fives' balls again, laves and wraps his tongue partway around them, pulls them into his mouth to suck on as he rubs Fives' wet, empty hole with a careful thumb.

[callmefives]

Fives whines as the creature sucks on his balls and squirms helplessly at the thumb rubbing against his hole. He's breathing like he's run all day with a full pack, and even then he shouldn't be this tired, this lax, this willing, and he knows in this moment that he's weak. That he'd deserved to be cast out.

What he doesn't tell himself is that this is the first gentle touch he's felt in weeks, the only touch he's felt in his life meant to give pleasure; that directly on the heels of a brutal battle he's been beaten and threatened and terrorized, cast out from everyone and everything he's ever known; that he's fought as hard as he could and now, in his exhaustion and despair, he's being offered gentleness and pleasure. All he sees is weakness, betrayal of the ideals he was made and trained and sworn to uphold. And if he's damned already he sees no point, right now, in fighting any more.

He takes a deep, sobbing breath and goes limp for the creature's touch, not pushing into it but not pulling away.

[ninefox]

"You're going to feel so good," Jedao promises, nuzzling Fives' balls a little more before sliding his tongue back inside Fives, wriggling this time, stroking him from the inside.

[callmefives]

He's not quite sure if the creature's voice makes it better or worse, the reminder of just what he's giving himself to. But his Lady has not just cast him off but let him be sent to this place, given into Her rival's clutches, why shouldn't he give himself to him? It's not like he actually has a choice anyway.

And, Force, then it's inside him again, pushing and stretching and stroking, and he never knew this was even a thing that could be done to a man, but it's lighting up his nerves and forcing his breath out on weak, almost mewling whines of pleasure. Even the faint burn of the stretch as the thing's tongue pushes into him is more pleasure than pain, and he tips his head back and gives himself over to it.

[ninefox]

It's so delicious, every time Fives gives in, every fresh yielding. Jedao kisses him again, has to kiss him, has to taste those hungry breathy noises. He surrounds Fives, takes him from both sides, holds him with strong hands and strokes him with gentle ones, his fingertips calloused with weapons old and new, his caresses roving over Fives' body as though Jedao can't get enough of his skin.

[callmefives]

For a moment, as he's completely surrounded, he has a vivid, chilling flashback to being completely engulfed, but it passes quickly as a hand strokes over his flank and the creature's tongue twines against his own... as the other tongue twists inside him. This is nothing like that weightless, senseless nothingness, this is maybe the exact opposite. He's being held down with a firm weight, caressed everywhere at once with hands that, he realizes in a brief flash, could almost belong to his brothers, as weapons callouses drag at his skin.

With the thing taking his mouth he can't do more than groan or gasp, he doesn't need to waste energy he doesn't have to find words that would probable elude him. Doesn't have to demand it stop or continue, he can just lie here and let it happen to him, let it overwhelm him. Lose himself in heat and sensation, pain and pleasure both, until he's vibrating with all of what little energy he has left, every nerve alight, every muscle straining as he feels himself crashing towards pleasure he never could have conceived of.

[ninefox]

As Fives gets more keyed up, the mouth working his ass open finally withdraws, quickly replaced by three long fingers, pressing gradually but firmly inside, making sure Fives is stretched enough to take him. Fives is so tight, so perfectly untouched, although Jedao remembers just enough of the appalling litany not to say so.

[callmefives]

The stretch and burn of it is different, without the slick bonelessness of the thing's writhing tongue, and pain edges out the pleasure. He's used to pain, though, and while his pleasure flags some and it cuts off his moans of pleasure the sounds aren't replaced by any acknowledgment of the pain. He doesn't even bother to try and pull away from it. Pain's still sensation, it's enough to remind him that his body's still his, even restrained as he is. Even cast off and cast out.

[ninefox]

He goes slower now, easing in and out, twisting to help the stretch. He sucks on one of Fives' nipples again, because he'd liked that before, strokes Fives' cock with another hand.

"You're doing so well," Jedao croons. "So brave, so lovely."

When he finds the right spot, he curls his fingers gently against it.

[callmefives]

It's so much, the voice, the hands, the mouth, and he's soon hard as a rock again, shifting restlessly between sensations, moaning into the mouth still settled over his own, even as another one works at his nipple. It's nothing he should want and nothing that should be possible, but it's too disorienting and overwhelming for him to care about the heat singing along his nerves, the way he's gone rock hard again for the strange hand stroking him.

Maybe, he thinks vaguely, it's better to be lovely and brave to a monster than to be nothing to no one. And then those fingers curl and twist strangely and something lights up inside him like a plasma beam. Even as wrung out and exhausted as he is he arches up from the stone with a strangled shout of mingled pleasure and shock, or as far up as he can go with the thing's weight pressing down on him. His eyes are wide in the darkness, his body trembling, and he thinks of the creature does that one more time he might go off like an entire artillery barrage.

[ninefox]

Jedao pulls his fingers out, leaving Fives empty for a few moments as he ripples and arranges himself. He scatters kisses across Fives' face and neck, finding all the simmering aching hunger billowing inside himself and forcing it into flesh. He nuzzles Fives' cheek with a jaw so close to human now that it has stubble, whimpering as he finally presses his cock against Fives' wet hole.

[callmefives]

He whines at the emptiness, twists restlessly but doesn't let himself beg to be filled again. He's almost too far gone to realize the creature's shifting and changing and becoming something much more familiar, something much closer to human than it had been, but he feels the scrape of stubble against his jaw and gasps in surprise. Not nearly as surprised as when the thing whimpers, though, the sound so desperate and plaintive that he can hardly believe it's coming from the monster that swallowed him whole.

All thoughts of what his captor might or might not be, of what's come before this, drop away entirely when something presses at his aching, empty hole again. It's bigger than the fingers, softer, and it takes Fives a moment to realize that he's almost certain it's a cock. Or at least something very like one. Not that he cares at this point; he just wants it in him. Wants to not feel empty and abandoned, wants heat and pressure and friction and to feel... to feel wanted. And full. Even if it's nothing like the fullness of his Lady's searing, cleansing light.

He closes his eyes against the darkness again and arches up as best he can, urging the creature to take him.

[ninefox]

Jedao takes him, slow but inexorable, one long relentless push. He slides in smooth but deep, and doesn't stop until he's pressed completely against Fives' body, fucking and filling him completely. Jedao whimpers again, moans when he's finally fully inside him, pants and kisses him again and again and again.

[callmefives]

It's strange, overwhelming and utterly alien in a way that has nothing to do with the monster and everything to do with this being an act Fives never could have even conceived of before now. His entire life has been focused on duty, his awareness of his body has been entirely as a tool to be used in his master's service, with pain as a constant and inevitable companion. His only pleasure has been in excelling in the service he was bred for.

This is beyond all imagining, the pain of the stretch countered entirely by the pleasure of being kissed, touched, filled. He whines again, head tipped back, throat stretched for this creature with no thought of threat or danger. His body's like a plucked string, vibrating with want, with a deep, desperate need he's never felt before, and when the creature seems to be fully seated inside him, when it's panting and moaning against his lips as it kisses him, he finally, artlessly, desperately kisses it back.

[ninefox]

"You're perfect," Jedao whispers, without at all interrupting the kiss, rocking against him though he can't quite bear yet pulling out enough to thrust properly. He's been alone for so long, and Fives is so warm and tight and strong and giving. Jedao could be drunk on just the sounds he's making, could savor the feeling of his clumsy young kiss for a year.

You're mine and you're perfect, he thinks, but doesn't say, even though he treasures it in his secret heart.

He shudders and surges, encourages every uncertain lurching in Fives' kiss, and finally punctuates it by drawing back and then fucking into him again.

[callmefives]

Even as lost in sensation as he is, some part of him manages to protest that. He wouldn't be here if he were perfect, wouldn't be an outcast. Wouldn't be doing this. But it's brief and halfhearted and quickly washed away by a wave of pleasure.

He needs this, right now, to be held down and claimed and filled. To be wanted. And he kisses with more fervor, though no greater skill, as the creature moves against him and in him and urges him on. He hadn't really thought there'd be more to it than this, to the extent he can think at all, to be filled and held and kissed this way, and then the creature moves. Pulls out a little and then pushes back in and Fives groans and shudders, shock and pleasure chasing through his system.

[ninefox]

"I'm going to show you everything," Jedao promises in a low croon, between kisses this time instead of concurrently. He sets up a slow, deep, steady rhythm, fucking Fives with a patient, hungry deliberateness. Every few strokes, his cock brushes against the spot that makes Fives see stars in the darkness.