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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[callmefives]

"Then-" His breath hitches and his voice trembles on the edge of a whine. "Then let me loose. At least let me die fighting, you kriffing coward!"

[ninefox]

"A strong argument. Noble. Heartfelt. Counterpoint: I don't want you to die."

Another mouth sucks against Fives' neck, while the first swirls a tongue around his nipple.

[callmefives]

"Of course you d-don't," he answers, hoarse and bitter and humiliatingly unsteady. "You want to... to make my suffering and humiliation last, don't you?"

He laughs, the sound cracked and broken before it shifts abruptly into an involuntary moan as the mouth at his nipple does... something. He's not even sure what about it feels so good, but he clamps his teeth shut against the sound he's making, eyes squeezing even tighter shut. When he told himself it wouldn't matter if he cried out this hadn't been the kind of sound he'd been expecting the monster to wring from him.

[ninefox]

"Why be humiliated?" he asks, the voice low and even closer than usual, as though he were speaking cuddled right up to Fives ear.

His tongue swirls again.

"There's no one here but us."

[callmefives]

"Because I'm not yours. I'm... I'm not," he rasps unsteadily, sounding almost desperate.

"I serve... Noble War... with purity of mind and purpose and... and body." His voice breaks on the last and he turns his face as far away from the monster in the dark as he can. He might not serve the Republic, he's turned away from that, but he still belongs to the goddess... doesn't he?

[ninefox]

"Her knight gave you up, my darling," he purrs. "And there is old magic in this place, on this rock. She couldn't take you back now, not with every star in the sky set on her wings. Not without breaking the promises that keep me here."

[callmefives]

"He's not," he chokes out. "He's not Hers. He's the traitor, not me. He... he squanders the Republic's loyal troops, throws us away like we're of no more value than scrap. He'd have seized defeat from the jaws of victory if I hadn't... hadn't-" Hadn't disobeyed the direct direct orders of a Jedi priest. "I serve Her." He almost whimpers it, head still averted. "I serve Her and Her Republic with... with purity of mind and purpose and body," he repeats the mantra, like it will somehow protect him here. Like he can make it still be true if he simply clings to it stubbornly enough.

[ninefox]

"That's the trouble with mortal servants," he muses, and licks at Fives' neck some more. "You put the seal of the infinite on them, and they can't always carry it. But it is still her seal. Still her blessing on his every moment of vindictive carelessness."

He strokes a claw-tipped thumb down Fives' cheek.

"And she's always been prone to blind spots. If you hadn't what, my darling?"

[callmefives]

"That's not right." It comes out more plaintive than assertive, his voice trailing off raggedly. "How can She bless... bless that kriffing shabuire? How can she condone what he does?!"

He's trembling now more with rage and frustration than actual fear, though he still keeps his face turned away from the monstrosity pinning him. "He was sending us to pointless death. We were going to be overwhelmed and overrun, we'd have been lucky if anyone survived. I had to disobey." Not just disobey, but take command. Suborn his brothers and lead them in an alternate assault. "We won. We took our objective with almost no casualties!"

[ninefox]

"Nobility is pointless, sometimes."

Another mouth drops a soft kiss on Fives' mouth; the angle he holds himself at doesn't seem to matter at all.

"Of course you had to. And of course you didn't. Soldiers die every day." More soft kisses along the curve of Fives' shoulder, as one of those strange hands strokes at his nipples. "I'm proud of you. How did you win?"

[callmefives]

He almost sobs at the unlooked for, unasked for, unwanted praise. This isn't who he wants to brew proud of him, this creature's pride just feels like one more nail in his coffin, proof of his condemnation.

"Why do you care? It was Her victory, not yours. They may have condemned me, but they still... they still presented Her with the offering." Even if they'd attributed it to Krell in the ceremonies, Dogma had taken great delight in making sure he knew that.

[ninefox]

"It was neither," he corrects, dropping another kiss on Fives' forehead. "It was your victory. And that is a beautiful thing."

[callmefives]

"Why are you doing this?" he demands, desperate and almost plaintive. "Why can't you just... just get it over with? I'm not a kriffing toy, quit playing with your food!"

[ninefox]

"You are my offering," he clarifies, trailing kisses down the center of Fives' chest. "And I am pleased with you. That makes you considerably more than a toy or food." One mouth wraps around the head of Fives' cock, careful of its sharp teeth, sucking gently. This doesn't impede the voice from continuing.

"But if you want me to get on with it, we can do that."

[callmefives]

It's humiliating to realize that he's more than half hard when the thing takes him in it's mouth, and he tells himself that it's because of the danger, that he can dedicate this to his goddess as he's always done. That even if he's been denied the ritual cleansing he's still Her warrior, purified to Her cause.

He grits his teeth and chokes back a moan and makes himself hold still. "I serve my goddess," he murmurs almost frantically under his breath. "I serve my goddess and the Republic she defends. Pure of mind and purpose and body." If he can lose himself in the litany of dedication maybe he can forget what's happening.

[ninefox]

He groans and slides further down on Fives' cock, long-fingered hands wrapping around his thighs. Jedao kisses him forcefully again, not as roughly as last time, but just as firmly, tongue delving into his mouth once again to stop the recitation.

[callmefives]

He chokes and gags at the invasion, and then moans at the feel of the mouth on his cock. Taking him deeper, hot and wet and all-encompassing. He tries to turn his head away, but there's nowhere to go, the mouth follows him, the tongue cutting off any sound but the moans and gasps he can't hold back. He feels tears squeezing out past his tight shut eyelids and he's mortified at the weakness as his hips lurch up into the monster's mouth.

He tries to follow the litany in his mind, at least, but everything's fractured, his focus destroyed by the mouth at his cock, the tongue twining against his own, in a way that no pain has ever managed to undo him. He bites down hard on the tongue again, even though he knows it won't do him any good; it's the only show of defiance he can manage right now.

[ninefox]

This time, biting down tastes the way a bonfire smells, woodsy and spicy and smoky, strange and enticing at once.

"You feel so good fucking my throat," he whispers in Fives' ear, tongue laving over the head of his cock even, impossibly, as Jedao takes him deeper.

[callmefives]

He gags again and the sound he makes is half moan half sob, and he jerks frantically as his bonds, even though he knows there's no way he can break free of them. He has to at least try, he has to find some small facsimile of defiance as the thing takes him, not in the way he'd been prepared for, not with pain and rage, but with a kind of pleasure he's been forbidden to even think about his entire life, let alone experience.

It's touching him more tenderly, with more gentleness, than he's ever felt, and the fact he can't stop himself from enjoying it feels like the worst betrayal. So he thrashes and jerks and pulls, sink tearing against the harsh metal manacles, blood running at his wrists and ankles. If the thing won't give him the pain he was promised he'll make his own, and focus on that, even as his hips push up again into the yielding warmth of one of its many throats.

[ninefox]

It's throat pulses and hums around him, delighted and hungry at the same time. It changes, from soft undulating flesh to tomia-like ridges and back, always wet and so, so warm. The mouth kissing him slowly, reluctantly withdraws, tongue stroking Fives' mouth from the inside, then nibbling and nipping at his lips, before it trails over to lick under the edges of the manacles, soothing and stinging the fresh cuts at the same time as it laps up the blood Fives spills on his altar.

[callmefives]

The first time he tries to pull back he whines in shock as the ridges catch at sensitive flesh, the pain infinitely worse than what the thing had done to him with its claws. The worst part is it doesn't do anything to shrink his erection, though, none of his struggles or efforts do; he's been so thoroughly conditioned to equate danger and pain to arousal that it's all just playing into the creature's twisted, inhuman hands.

"Go to... to hell," he chokes out as soon as his mouth is free, though it's more a sob than anything. And then the thing is lapping at his wrists, dragging at raw flesh, and he can feel its hot breath on him as it drinks his blood, feel the wet heat of its throat undulating around him, and he knows he's going to come. Knows there's nothing he can do to stop it from happening, but he thrashes more desperately anyway, bellows wordlessly in rage and betrayal and fear as he feels pleasure coiling low in his belly, drawing up his balls, making him dizzy with the hot rush of it along every nerve.

He tries to focus on his goddess, thrashes and jerks and tries to tell himself this is battle, that this is dedicated to Her, but he knows in his soul that he's soiled beyond any hope of cleansing, that She'll never touch him again. That no matter what he does, he's lost, and he comes, shaking and sobbing and feeling more empty than he ever imagined he could.

[ninefox]

Jedao moans, loud and long, savoring it as he drinks Fives' orgasm down, whining simultaneously with the mouths at Fives' wrists for a few moments of disconcerting harmony. He keeps sucking steadily until Fives is shivering with overstimulation, then lets Fives slip easily out of his mouth - after the ridges, passage between the canine teeth is only a mild threat.

Jedao's mouths roam after that, as he kisses him everywhere, with light, tender kisses: on his knees, on his belly, on his clavicle, and most gently of all on his tear-stained eyelids.

"We are where we are, my darling," he murmurs, softly, sadly, and sweetly all at once.

[callmefives]

Soiled. Ruined. Even if he eventually dies defying this monster it won't matter. He'll never be pure, never be Her Warrior again.

"Let me loose." He jerks at his bonds again, fresh blood trickling at wrists and ankles. Tries not to think of those mouths, everywhere at once, the soft tenderness of them, the sweetness of the thing's voice. He's never known tenderness, nor sweetness, and even as he tells himself it's a ruse, a path to corruption, the allure is strong. "Let me kriffing loose."

[ninefox]

"Promise me you'll stop hurting yourself," he demands, fur rolling and coiling over Fives' body.

[callmefives]

"Fine!" He almost manages to make it a snarl through the mortifying tears that just won't stop. "That's only for you to do, is it?"