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Knights of the Old Republic: Episode II

Ahmose Inarus

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Criminal Minds, and I most certainly do NOT own Star Wars.

SLASH WARNING!!! H/R

Chapter 14

PLANET: EN ROUTE TO CAROSI

LOCATION: BAU

TIME: MID DAY

Rossi knocked on the door to Hotch’s quarters.

“Enter.” Came the call, and Rossi opened the door. He stepped in, and looked at Hotch. “Dave.” Hotch acknowledged.

“May I ask a question?”

“Sure.” Hotch said, straightening and giving the man his full attention.

“… How do you know Reid is on Carosi?”

“He told me.” Hotch said. “The Bond is strengthening every day. When I was playing bait in the Undercity, we were connected. And he, through me, used his Force Sight. And I could See the way he can. And… when I was fighting off the Rakghouls… he wielded his Force Lightning… THROUGH me.” Rossi’s eyes widened. “Have you ever heard of that?”

“… No… but I’m not the one to ask, either. You should talk to the Masters Cereni. See what THEY say.” Hotch nodded. “The team is ready for you to brief us.”

“Alright then.” Hotch said, and followed Rossi to the conference room. A large hologram of Carosi was displayed. The team immediately gave him their attention. “I have talked to Reid several times over the last few days with our Bond. And he has informed me that he is being held prisoner on Carosi.”

“Prisoner?” Seaver asked.

“By letting Master Virr go,” Morgan explained, looking at the apprentice beside him, “He essentially betrayed the Sith. And so they have imprisoned him as a traitor.”

Hotch nodded. “Exactly. He’s being held in a cell in the lower levels of the Devil’s Dome Pleasure Dome, which has been reconstructed and restored. He is being… punished… by Darth Trion, Darth Cenar… and Darth Nocturn.” Morgan’s eyes immediately darkened. “This place will be well guarded. But we are going for one reason, and one alone… We are going to capture Darth Livion, and bring Spencer back to the Jedi Order!” The team cheered.

“Get some rest. We’ll need it…”

PLANET: CAROSI

LOCATION: DEVIL’S DOME PLEASURE DOME

TIME: EVENING

Reid opened his eyes the moment he felt it. The cold, filthy slithering feeling… His stomach twisted and his heart began to pound… Darth Nocturn was here… and he was coming for him. Reid knew how he operated, and he felt sick as he thought about what was in store for him. A moment later, the door opened and the monster stood before him.

“Well well.” Came the greeting of the oily voice with the thick accent. “Darth Livion.”

“… Darth Nocturn.” Reid responded, staring at him. Nocturn stepped into the room and lowered the hood of his cloak. As always, he was dirty and unshaven, his sunken eyes dark in his sallow skin. The man grinned, and mossy teeth were shown. Reid swallowed down his nausea.

“I’m honored.” Nocturn chuckled. “I’ve never worked with… another Sith Lord before. Not like you are anywhere near close to what a Sith Lord should be.”

“Hence why I’m here.” Reid said, watching the man’s every move.

“Well… Yes. And I intend to enjoy this…” He sauntered closer, raking his eyes over the boy’s naked body, and the young Sith Lord tensed, eyes growing wide. “Unfortunately… Lord Reaper said that I am not to… violate you.” Reid visibly relaxed. “But he never said someone else couldn’t. Or should I say… some THING else… An old friend of yours, perhaps?” A buzz sounded in the room, and the floor began to open, just in front of the chair that Reid was strapped to. And Reid’s fear suddenly doubled. He struggled against his restraints, heart pounding in his chest as he stared down.

“No… No no… Oh, please, no!”

“Did you know that some people actually fantasize about being with a Vi’Tani Pod? That’s what this room was made for… So they could have a… close encounter. You’re the Maiden Voyage for THIS Pod… Enjoy.” And chuckling, Nocturn savored the sound as the boy began scream and plead as the Vi’Tani Pod was revealed. The chair began to move. Reid panicked as limbs were drawn out spread-eagle, and then his legs were forced up, knees towards his chest, completely opening his body to the gaze of Darth Nocturn, and the coming assault from the Vi’Tani. He thrashed desperately as the red mottled tentacles rose into his line of sight. The three yellow feelers on the Planters waved about, and the Feeders slithered up his chest and to his mouth. He closed it tightly and turned away. Then came the touches…

They were just as he remembered… soft, light touches at first… inquisitive stroking of his thighs and probing between his legs, figuring out his gender. But once it had, they went straight to work… one coiled around his throat, cutting of his breathing. And like before, as soon as he opened his mouth to breath, a Feeder forced it’s way in. But this time, it did not give him the Nectar. Reid’s eyes opened and he glanced down. And he saw why…

For the briefest moment, he almost felt sorry for the Vi’Tani… it had been… altered… mutilated… Several of its tentacles had been brutally hacked off… and tight metal rings were fitted around the base of them… for the Feeders, they were unable to secrete their Nectar… for the Planters, they would be unable to plant their eggs… A sick sense of relief filled Reid, until he remember that the Vi’Tani would still try. He cried out around the Feeder in his mouth as one of the Planters swallowed his limp penis, beginning to suck, squeeze and massage as one of the Feelers slithered down his urethra, beginning to thrust in and out. He groaned as his testicles were given the same kind of attention. There were touches all over his body… this thighs quivered as his nipples were lavished with attention and teasing strokes were placed over his taut belly and the sensitive undersides of his arms.

Then he realized that the Vi’Tani didn’t need to feed him the Nectar. He had been ingesting small amounts of it regularly for over a week now… his body was getting the effects of that now… his limbs went weak as warmth and pleasure began to seep through him… unconsciously, he began to suck on the Feeder in his mouth. He didn’t even flinch when the first Planter wiggled its feelers between his buttocks, and when the first slid into him, he moaned.

There was no point in fighting. He wasn’t going to get away, and it wasn’t going to kill him. And when that thought settled, Reid closed his eyes, let his body go limp, and moaned softly when he felt the Planter ejaculate the viscous fluid that it used to lubricate its victim’s orifice with. He sighed as he felt the feelers spreading the stuff around his entrance, coating it inside and out, and then the Planter pressed up against him. He closed his eyes… it was just like before… a gentle prod… a nuzzling of the tiny opening… the feelers suddenly stilled, then disappeared, slipping back into the Planter’s sheath… another prod… a slightly harder, almost teasing push… A soft, gentle stroking of the tight muscles… a pause…

And then all mercy was gone. Darth Nocturn’s face twisted into a cruel grin at the shriek of pain that was torn from Darth Livion as the Planter, a good inch and a half thick, plunged into him and drove deep into his tender body. It gave no quarter; there was no adjustment time, no pause to absorb the shock, it pumped in and out, vicious in both its speed and strength, and in the depth of its penetration… it started at about five inches… then six… eight… ten… another scream, and Nocturn was sure that the boy was taking it in a full twelve inches… the lithe body writhed and strained against his bonds, willing the pain to stop. But it didn’t. It wasn’t meant to. It was only meant to get worse…

As before, the other Planters had no intention of patiently waiting their turn… Reid wept at his own helplessness as he felt others probing at the entrance of the occupied sheath of his body… feelers slipped in… more of that slick, gooey slime was secreted and spread over him. First one, then another Planter joined the one that was already within him, and he could only scream in pain as his spirit was ripped and torn, as was his tender flesh. The three Planters drove into him, continuously battering his prostate until his entire body tensed as he was overtaken by his orgasm. But the feelers wrapped around the base of his penis and scrotum prevented his fluids from flowing… the orgasm had come, but there was no ejaculation, which meant that the pressure that was normally released in orgasm, wasn’t.

Reid sobbed and thrashed… it was too much… far too much. Minutes later, another orgasm hit him full force, and only seconds after that, another one. It almost appeared that he was in the throes of a seizure, but Nocturn did nothing to stop anything. He just watched, the same, sinister gleam in his eye as he enjoyed the show before him. Several minutes later, there was a fourth orgasm. And about ten minutes after that, a fifth. Reid’s body had gone limp now, and the only sound was desperate moans.

Nocturn smirked, and walked around the room, coming up behind Reid. His eyes were glazed and his pupils blown wide. Tears flowed down his face. Chuckling, Nocturn seized the Feeder and pulled it out of Reid’s mouth.

“Everything okay?” He asked, voice dripping in sarcasm. Reid whimpered.

“P-Please…” He gasped. “Make it stop… Please… I… I need… I have to… please… let me cum… please… PLEASE!!!” Nocturn chuckled.

“Oh no… You’re not far gone enough…”

Horror contorted Reid’s face.

“No… Oh no… please… PLEASE!!! Make it stop! I have to cum! PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!!” And then he arched up with a cry as he was rocked by orgasm number six. Nocturn just laughed and released the Feeder, which wriggled its way back into Reid’s throat.

Hours passed… Nocturn had checked Reid every fifteen minutes, pulling the Feeder from his mouth and asking him how he was doing. Each time, Reid begged him to end it… to let him truly release everything… but each time, Nocturn just laughed, put the Feeder back into his mouth and said that he wasn’t far gone enough yet. But this time, when the Feeder was removed, Reid didn’t answer Nocturn’s question. He just stared up at the ceiling, eyes glassy. He was breathing in rapid, shallow pants, verging on hyperventilating, and a tiny whine accompanied every exhale. Notcturn brought a hand sharply across his cheek, but there was no response, other than a groan that announced yet another orgasm.

“… He’s ready.” Nocturn growled into a comm unit, and a few minutes later, Darth Cenar, Darth Trion and Darth Dualath entered. Amanda and Tobias paused, momentarily horrified at the sight of their friend. But they recovered quickly and took their places. Nocturn stood back and watched as Amanda stood above Livion’s head, Tobias and Cenar to her right, Raphael and Charles to her left. They all reached out, laying their hands on Reid’s hair, face, neck and chest, and closed their eyes.

Reid began to whine, and then groan. As his body had been bruised and torn in the vicious penetration, so now was his mind… He grew more and more distressed, crying out and thrashing, but he was already so weakened by his physical exhaustion. He only struggled for a little bit. Less than ten minutes later, the Sith Lords around him stepped back.

“Finish it.” Cenar ordered, and Notcurn stepped forward. He pulled away the two Planters that had been latched onto the boy’s genitals this entire time. As soon as the feelers came loose, Reid threw his head back and let out a long, echoing scream. Thick ropes of semen erupted from his swollen member, coating his chest, throat, and even spraying into his hair and face.

Immediately, his restraints were removed and Tobias and Amanda dragged him from the chair and away from the Vi’Tani. The Planters slipped from his body with wet, slick sounds and he crashed to the floor.

“Get him cleaned up. With luck, that uh… mindfuck…” Cenar chuckled to himself, “did the trick.” And the Tobias and Amanda were left with Reid. Tobias looked down at his friend, still and silent on the floor, though he still trembled. After a moment Amanda fell to her knees, and she and Adam both wept…

PLANET: CAROSI

LOCATION: STAR PORT

TIME: PRE DAWN

The team disembarked from the BAU and left the Star Port of Carosi. They immediately headed to the Hutt District, all of them grim and determined. They were preparing for battle… while Darth Reaper may not be there, they knew that they would have to get through Nocturn, Trion, Cenar and Dualath to get to the reluctant Darth Livion…

Seaver was incredibly nervous, and stuck close to Master David Rossi. Morgan was seething with energy, fighting back the darker emotions of anger and a lust for vengeance. JJ and Emily were silent but exuded a deadly aura… but none were even able to compare with Aaron Hotchner. He intended to retrieve Spencer Reid, or die trying. He would NOT leave the boy in the hands of the Dark Lords any longer. It had been two years… and that was two years too long…

They reached the dreaded Devil’s Dome Pleasure Dome, and the four Gammoreans that guarded the entrance raised their axes, grunting a challenge.

JJ waved a hand and they flinched, then fled, squealing.

“What did you do?” Emily asked, impressed.

“The Mind Trick. Only a more advanced technique.” JJ said with a smirk. “Fear.”

“Cool.” Emily grinned.

“You should see it when she uses Insanity.” Morgan chuckled, and even Hotch smirked to himself as he recalled the particular incident in which he had witnessed JJ do just that.

“I save it for special occasions.” JJ said to Emily. “Like on people who are keeping me from saving a friend.” And they entered the Devil’s Dome.

The lobby was quiet and empty. A lone droid sat at the front desk and looked up when they arrived. “Good evening!” The protocol droid greeted, brightly. “Welcome to the Devil’s Dome! How may I assist you?”

“We’re looking for Darth Livion.” Hotch growled in a low, deadly tone. The droid paused.

“I’m sorry… I do not know what you mean.”

“Garcia.” Hotch commanded. The woman immediately raised her hand and the droid jerked, sparked, and then collapsed. “Let’s move.” And then team bolted for the double doors off to the left of the desk, leading into the massive Pleasure Dome.

“Shouldn’t we split up?” Seaver asked. “Cover more ground more quickly?”

“This place is crawling with Sith Lords and Dark Jedi.” Rossi said, shaking his head. “We need to stick together. We’ll need the strength that comes in our numbers.”

“Just stay close, kid.” Morgan said, smiling at Seaver. She gave him a hesitant smile in return, obviously nervous at the prospect of facing one of the Dark Lords for the first time…

But the Pleasure Dome seemed quiet… Hotch was worried… they shouldn’t have gotten that far in without meeting some type of security…

They entered a large, round room.

“… Spence?” JJ gasped.

There, in the middle of the floor, lay a still figure, shackles on his wrists. His clothes were tattered, streaked with blood and dirt. He wasn’t moving. Hotch darted forwards.

“Aaron, WAIT!!!” Rossi cried out, eyes wide. But around him, all the others ran forward too. Only Seaver stayed by his side. After a moment, Rossi cursed and ran out after them, Seaver at his heels.

“It’s a hologram?” Rossi heard JJ gasp.

“It’s a trap!!!” Morgan yelped, and then the floor dropped out from underneath them. They fell into darkness, barely able to detect the floor in time to drop and roll, using the Force to cushion their fall. They all landed in crouches, Lightsabers blazing. They looked around… Slowly, laughter began to float to their ears… then more and more… and finally, when the lights went up, the team found themselves in a pit, and surrounding the edges were dark Jedi.

“Well, well, well… Aaron Hotchner.”

Hotch turned and narrowed his eyes. “Vincent.”

“Vincent is dead, Aaron.”

“Darth Cenar, then.” Hotch corrected himself. A moment later, Darth Dualath hopped up onto the edge of the pit, a few yards to the right of Cenar.

“… Looking for something?” She asked sweetly, her tone betrayed by the dark grin on her face.

“Adam…” Hotch said, gently. Amanda narrowed her eyes.

“Don’t you talk to HIM.” She snapped.

“Well… that was different…” Rossi mumbled, frowning. Seaver looked at him, nervous and confused. “She used to say that Adam doesn’t need us… Adam isn’t here anymore… But she just told us not to talk to him…”

“That means Adam is back.” Morgan nodded. “And he’s listening.”

“Adam…” Hotch said. “Where is Spencer?”

“Darth Livion!” Amanda snapped, hopping down from the ledge and beginning to walk the circumference of the pit.

“Darth Livion.” Cenar repeated. And voices rang up all around them.

“Darth Livion.”

“Darth Livion!”

“Darth LIVION!”

“Darth Livion!”

“DARTH LIVION!”

“DARTH LIVION!

“DARTH LIVION!!!”

The team was nearly deafened by the shouts that now rose from the throats of all of the Dark Jedi around them. And then, suddenly, they all went silent. And they were all looking behind the team and to their left. Slowly, the team turned.

“… Spencer…” Hotch gasped, eyes wide.

“No…” Emily breathed. “We’re too late…”

Spencer was crouched on the edge of the pit, staring at them… his eyes were red rimmed, and yellow in color. His skin was white and translucent, veins standing out on his face. His hair was nearly black, and hung around his face and shoulders in long, greasy tangles, and his Double Bladed Lightsaber was clutched casually in one fist. His elbows rested on his knees, and he slowly tilted his head to the side as he regarded the Jedi Knights before him.

A moment later, Amanda hopped up onto the ledge beside him, smirking.

“Livion…” Slowly, Livion turned his head towards her, though his eyes never left the team. “… Destroy them.”

There was a pause, but then, with an animalistic roar, Livion leapt from his perch, bearing the blades of his Lightsaber as he came down amongst the team. They all dodged, and when the dust settled Morgan and Livion were dueling their way across the bottom of the pit, their blades spinning around them.

But Morgan was more than a match for the young Sith Lord. He spun and Livion flew back at a harsh kick in the chest. He rolled backwards and landed in a crouch, snarling.

“HYAHHHHH!!!” Announced Darth Dualath’s entrance into the dawning battle. She landed nimbly beside her partner, and a moment later, Tobias was by their sides as well… Charles and Raphael had also dropped into the pit and were closing in on the Jedi.

“Well, well, well… look what we have here…” Chuckled Darth Nocturn, slowly advancing on Seaver with a predatory gleam in his eyes. She backed away, her own eyes wide. A moment later, Morgan stepped between the pair, facing Nocturn.

“I don’t think so… not this time…” He growled, and Nocturn grinned.

“Tell me, Master Rossi…” Cenar said, smirking. “Where is Master Gideon?” And then their Ligthsabers clashed. Seaver quickly ran to join her master, while Emily faced down the advancing Charles and Raphael. Garcia settled herself down on the floor, preparing her Battle Meditation. JJ meant to cover her, but then turned.

“Hello, JJ.”

“… Elle.”

“It’s Darth Sassin now…” And the woman attacked.

This left Hotch staring down Livion, Dualath and the third part of Darth Trion. All three of them raised their blades against him.

“Spencer…” Hotch called. “It’s over now. It’s time to come home.” But Reid said nothing. He didn’t move, didn’t even blink.

“Spencer is gone, Hotchner.” Amanda purred.

“No. No he’s not.” Hotch said calmly, shaking his head. “Just as Adam isn’t gone. You can both… you can ALL…” He set his eyes on Tobias for a moment, “come back to the Order with us. You can be free of this Darkness.”

“This is where we belong.” Tobias said in his usual shaky tone.

“It doesn’t HAVE to be.” Hotch said.

“Yes. It does.” Tobias replied.

And then, Spencer attacked. Hotch drew Reid’s Jedi blades and met his attack with strict defense, blocking every blow and attempting to disarm. Livion fought with anger and rage, and Hotch was soon being backed across the arena. But then, Amanda and Tobias leapt after them, intent on joining the fray. Hotch’s eyes widened, but then, both Tobias and Amanda suddenly stopped as if they had hit an invisible wall, and then were thrown back.

Four dark hooded figures dropped into the pit, three average sized, and one large. The three smaller figures split up, one heading for Amanda, one for Tobias, and the other to Emily who was being overwhelmed by Charles and Raphael. The Dark Jedi began to close in on the large figure. Cloaks were flung aside and Raahn Syr let out a deafening roar, then leapt in pursuit of the dark Jedi who were now fleeing in fear.

“Master Viir?!” Emily asked, as the Miraluka got between her and Charles.

“Didn’t think we would let you have all the fun, did you?” He asked, grinning.

“Well well…” Amanda grinned. “Jason Gideon.”

The man stared at her, calmly. “You’ll not have my Padawan any longer.” He said in a low tone, and Amanda laughed and attacked.

Tobias in the meantime was being completely overwhelmed by Master Amna Kao, who was looking at him in pity.

This left Aaron Hotchner facing down Darth Livion on his own.

“Please, Spencer…” He breathed, offering his hand. “Come home.”

But the boy answered with a cruel laugh. “You’re too late, Jedi.” He hissed, in a voice that Hotch did not recognize. “I am Darth Livion. I killed Aliki Naas, and now I’ll kill you too! You can’t win this fight…”

“Don’t be so sure.” Hotch told him, firmly.

“If you want to stop me, you’ll have to kill me.” Livion snarled.

“… I can’t do that, Spencer.” Hotch said, and the Sith Lord grinned.

“I know…” He sneered. “And that’s why you cannot win…”

And there was a crackling sound as their blades met…
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