Date: Tue, 22 May 2007 23:41:43 -0700 (PDT) From: Janus Em Subject: Gay Celebrity Knights of the Old Republic: Carth Loves Revan part 2 Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic belongs to George Lucas' Star Wars universe. This is only fiction and not any indication of the sexual leanings of the characters involved. Avoid the story if you are not interested in love and sex between men, or if you are not 18 or older. Note: This story takes place after Revan and Carth infiltrate the Sith Academy on Korriban in search of the final star map. Carth Loves Revan part 2 by Janus Em Purple and Orange hues filled the dusk sky of Korriban. A dry cool wind swept up the plateau where Carth stood overlooking the usually stark landscape. The cliffs, jutting rocks, and ancient statues carved from the natural stone towers all radiated from the light of the bright sun setting off into distance. Boots on pebbles notified him that someone was approaching. He didn't have to turn around to know it was Revan. The Jedi stood behind him facing off into the beauty of the sky beyond Carth. The breeze cooled the heat heavy air stirring in the dust below their feet. Carth tried to remember a time when he was completely at peace, a time when his mind wasn't burdened with so much. He could feel Revan's chin on his shoulder, his arms enveloping him pulling him closer. Carth let his head fall back onto Revan's head as the Jedi kissed his neck. "We're almost done." Revan whispered into Carth's ear. "The last star map is in Naga Sadow's tomb, I can feel it." Carth remained silent. Although, he too was pleased and relieved that the final piece of the map was within their grasp, thoughts of his son Dustil raced through his mind. He couldn't help but feel guilty that his shortcomings as a father lead to his son's struggles growing up on war torn Telos, and turning to the dark side. He had said his final goodbye to Dustil on the docking bay just outside Dreshdae moments ago. They booked passage for his son on the large transport ship that would take him home to Telos by way of Coruscant. The ship would leave first thing in the morning, not soon enough for Carth. The sooner his son was away from the evil of the Sith, the safer he would be. "What's wrong?" Revan asked as Carth continued to resist him. "I saw you talking to Dustil before he boarded the transport ship." Carth broke free of Revan's hold and turned to confront him. "Why did you tell him to seek out the Jedi Council on Coruscant?" "Carth," Revan began. "You saw for yourself. The Force is strong in him, he'll make a fine Jedi." "Revan! I don't want him to be a Jedi. I want him to go home to Telos. I want him to be there when I go home. I don't want him trekking through the galaxy risking his life. I've just found him. I don't want to lose him again. As a Jedi, he'll be at constant risk." "You can't plan your son's life for him. He is a Force adept. He needs to be trained on how to use it. Without the guidance of the Jedi Council, there is no telling what dark path his power will take him." Revan moved to Carth. "I wanted to help him." Carth looked out into the horizon again collecting his thoughts before turning to back to Revan. "This planet is affecting you. The dark side is strong here, and you're giving in to it. Today in the Tomb of Ajunta Pall, you had the chance to persuade him back to the light side, but you didn't do it. You let his spirit wallow in agony for who knows how many more millennia." Revan backed away, confused by Carth's concerns at this point of their long journey, so close to its end. "I have to go, Carth. Master Uthar is waiting for me. We're almost done here. None of this matters! We'll be gone soon." "All of it matters. Everything you do, matters. Don't forget that." Carth moved past him then stopped. "I love you. But don't forget all that we've gone through, all that we still have to face. Don't forget any of it." With that Carth made his way into the Sith Academy. Revan tried to think over all that Carth had said, but nothing seemed to matter except his meeting with Uthar. The inevitable confrontation he would have with the Sith master he knew he could defeat. He followed Carth into the Academy, but as Carth made his way to their living quarters, he sought out the Sith lord. As he stood in front of the gray, sallow man, he could feel his arrogance, knew the man underestimated him. The two agreed to meet the next morning at the Tomb of Naga Sadow. He was ready to overcome and conquer whatever it was the Sith lord would throw at him. His blood felt alive with the energy of the Force, exhilarated that everything was coming together. He walked back to his living quarters eager to find Carth. An excitement surged through him, an excitement he never experienced before. It was a mix of the anticipation of the oncoming battle, and the excitement of knowing the last star map was finally within their grasp. He quickened his steps to seek his lover's hold. He needed to feel Carth in his hands, smell his familiar scent, and take the pleasures from his body. He entered the living quarters he and Carth were assigned when they first entered the Sith Academy to find Carth in their bed, sleeping. He slipped out of the Sith robes he wore then slide into the warm bed next to Carth. The excitement was overpowering. He had to release it. He wanted to express this overwhelming passion with Carth. He pulled his lover in closer. Carth resisted, but Revan could neither hear nor see anything but his own desire that he needed to satiate. His skin burned with a fiery lust. He knew Carth could feel the heat coming off his body, yet he just pushed Revan back. It was too much to bear, Revan needed someone. He couldn't sleep, couldn't let his mind rest. Passion, the one emotion he let linger within him, was now raging like a caged beast growling to be released. He slipped out of the bed, quietly putting on a cloak over his naked body. Before making any move to leave the room, he stopped at the entrance waiting for Carth to say something, but he only lie quietly, clearly falling into an exhausted, deep sleep. With that Revan moved through the halls of the Academy with Jedi speed until he reached the large metal doors leading to the desert beyond. The young cadet on duty quickly straightened his stand at the approaching Jedi. Revan peered into the other man's eyes. He mustered all the power of the Force within him. "I need to leave the Academy... You will open the doors for me^Å" The cadet struggled to resist, but only briefly. "You need to leave... I will open the doors for you..." Revan was out of the Academy making his way in blinding speed to the docking bay that held the transport ship. By now he was seething, his blood boiling. His erection moved from side to side rubbing against his cloak. He opened it up. His genitals pulsed in the night breeze as he crossed the stretch of land to the Dreshdae port entrance. He concealed himself once more as he moved through the corridor in a blur, weaving in and out of the people who still walked about the port even at this hour. He bypassed the enclosed docking bay making his way outside. The large transport ship was docked beyond the covered hangars of the Dreshdae port sitting in one of the open-air bays. In the cool blue of the moonlight, the old ship appeared to be sturdier and more space worthy. Dockworkers were still loading the cavernous cargo hold. He waited, impatiently for the right moment. His heart quickened its pace realizing the ease with which he would get into the ship to find the room he wanted. A lone worker remained outside the ship while a team moved a load of crates into the hold. Within moments the worker left the computer terminal where he stood and entered the ship. Revan ran up to the terminal and easily logged into it. On the screen in front of him, a map of the ships interior was revealed. The passenger manifest further revealed the deck and room where Dustil Onasi was staying. Revan moved into the cargo hold. Lights far above his head gave off little light in the large storage area. It was easy to hide in the darkness between the crates. He ran from one stack of cargo to another, until he got to the elevator that would take him to the upper floors where the passengers were booked. He moved through the empty halls of the sixth deck checking the numbers on the doors until he found the room of the younger Onasi. The lock on Dustil's cabin door was easy enough to manipulate open. Once inside, Revan quietly approached Dustil who slept soundly in his bed. Revan listened to Dustil's slow and steady breathing. He reached out to Dustil trying to get inside his to head to see what the man was dreaming. Dustil stirred in his sleep then violently threw the covers from the bed. His body rolled into the air to land in the corner of the mid-sized room. The red light saber concealed under the covers came to life as he stood defensively facing the Jedi at the end of his bed. "What are you doing here?" Dustil seethed. "I want you." Revan leered at Dustil who wore on a pair of shorts. "I need to have you^Å You will give in..." Revan said just above a whisper, again utilizing his control of the Force. "Nice try^ÅJedi!" Dustil lashed out. "A challenge." Revan stated flatly. "This will be fun." "Get out!" Dustil shouted. "You're mine." Revan dropped his cloak to reveal his naked body, penis fully erect. "You think you're the first?" Dustil spat out, "Remember where I grew up, Jedi. Alone on a planet devastated by the war you and Malak brought to it. I fought off scum like you on a daily basis!" "Not like me." Revan warned. "You can have it, if you can get it!" Dustil snapped back. Dustil closed his eyes letting the anger collect in him, fueled by the memories of his lonely, hungry-stricken childhood in filth. He called forth the power of the dark side extending his left arm. Bolts of lightening shot from his hand in a dazzling streak aimed at Revan. Without hesitation, Revan held out his hand collecting the energy of the Force into his palm. He maneuvered the brilliant bolts of light into a ball then let it dissipate into the air around him. Dustil let out an angry scream then lurched across the room wielding his light saber. Revan released an intense, pounding onslaught of air that caught Dustil and threw him back crashing against the wall with a loud slam. He fell to the floor stunned. Revan walked slowly to him. The young man leaned against the wall with a moan struggling to stand. He held out his hand pulling his light saber up from the floor where it landed. But before he could draw it out, Dustil found himself encased in a field of energy unable to move. Revan was at his side. "I've got you." Dustil could make no move nor utter any response until the energy field ebbed away. Revan grabbed him by the wrist pushing him onto the bed landing his body squarely over the young man's. He nuzzled the back of Dustil's neck gyrating his erection into his round supple buttocks. "Get off me!" Dustil shouted. Revan moved one arm around the struggling man's neck while ripping off his clothing with the other hand. Revan's erection ached from desire, but he savored the moment moving his hand up and down Dustil's smooth, tight back. Dustil tried again in vain to push the Jedi off him, but the Jedi was like a stone heavily weighing him down. Revan used his knees to pry apart Dustil's legs. Dustil cried out as memories of his life on war ravaged Telos ran through his mind. He remembered the different men who had done this very thing to him over the years after they promised him safety from the disease and starvation that plagued their planet. The smell of their stale, drunken breaths in his face came rushing back to him. "No!" He shouted in vain. "Relax, just relax." Revan spat into his hand then moved it between Dustil's ass cheeks into his anus. Dustil felt Revan's finger entering him, moving in and out. At first he felt a blunt pressure but then as the head of Revan's penis made its way inside him, Dustil let out another scream. The blunt pressure turned into sharp, agonizing waves of pain. It felt as if a knife were thrust inside him. He knew he had to relax his body, experience told him to let go or the pain would continue. He eased his body trying to relax, hoping the pain would diminish. Revan pumped him with easy, slow movements. He could feel Revan's balls slamming against his ass with each thrust. Dustil let out a sighed of relief as he realized the pain was giving way to a pleasure he had long forgotten. Of the one man on Telos who had helped him, who brought him back from the brink of starvation and encouraged him to seek out the Sith Academy here on Korriban. Revan kissed the back of his neck. He released Dustil from the chokehold and ran his fingers through Dustil's hair. Dustil felt himself slipping, his anger subsiding. He felt wave after wave of the Force emanating from the man on top of him. He had never been this close to anyone who could manipulate the Force in such a way. It was intoxicating. He turned his head, found the Jedi's lips, and kissed him. Revan fell into ecstasy at the tightness of the young man. He plowed his penis deeper and deeper into him, urged on by the kiss. He wanted every inch of his penis to take in the pleasure of Dustil. With a gasp, Dustil lifted his hips. Revan took the queue and pumped his hips even faster and faster. His breathing matched the pace of his grinding in steady fast, slow, then fast pumps. Revan rubbed his face into Dustil's hair, lost in his all consuming passion. He rammed into Dustil with everything he had impaling the young man with each thrust driving his fingers deeper into his hips pulling him in closer and closer. Revan reveled in the ach, his mind gone. Nothing but his desire existed. Faster and deeper he moved into Dustil until he could take it no more and he released his orgasm into the panting young man. The two naked men remained quiet in the bed momentarily before Revan moved to get up. Dustil sat up and leaned against the wall keeping his eyes on Revan as he put on his cloak. "Now what?" He asked the Jedi. Revan looked back at Dustil. "Go to Telos. You're father will be there when he can." Dustil let out a doubtful breath. "My father will be there `when he can.' And just when will that be? ^Åin a year, in two years? What am I supposed to do until then? Whore myself out to any man with another empty promise?" Dustil paused. "No, I won't be going back there. I can't^Å at least not until things change. I'll stay in Coruscant. I'll seek the advice of the Jedi Council." "There is too much anger in you still." Revan lowered his head and shook it. "There is too much anger in me still. I never should have come here." He looked back to the naked man. "I'm sorry." "Keep your apology." Dustil threw back at him. Revan turned to leave Dustil's room. Carth had been right. The Sith planet was strongly affecting him. He could feel the dark power of the Force all around him needling its way into his consciousness. He turned back to Dustil. "The Jedi Council will see the anger in you. Let them know you're aware of it that you're struggling to overcome it. They can help you, but it will be a constant battle. Be prepared." With that he left Dustil's cabin unsure of what to do next, of how he would do in a few short hours against Master Uthar and the temptations of what would lay in the Tomb of Naga Sadow, of what he would eventually have to tell Carth. Send comments to Janus Em