This chapter contains adult themes, and is more intended for a mature audience. Reader discretion is advised.

I woke up the next day with Cytharat breathing on my chest. To think I was afraid the night before was all a dream. It was not, it was the most real night of my life. It was also the most passionate, and in some ways the most forceful I have encountered. Only thing going through my mind, besides how beautiful Cytharat is the force is back.

In spite of what it brought between Cytharat and I, it is an uninvited trespasser in my life. I stripped myself of the force for the sole purpose of ensuring I never felt it again. Why did it decide to knock on my door? Re-phrase, why did it decide to *break down* my door now?! Confusing and frustrating to say the least.

At the same time, it is enjoyable… The force has brought me closer to Cytharat. I do not believe I have felt this close to anyone before. I hear his whispers in my mind, his emotions are felt on my heart, and oh his naked skin caressing my own. A part of me wants to re-live that night again and again.

If only it was possible to isolate the force so I can just focus it on one person. No one else would have to know that I can use the force now. No one else has to know that it is Cytharat who re-awakened it. But of course, even I know that the force cannot be limited in such a way. It's too big for that.

I shook my head. I don't need these thoughts right now. What I do need is my lover, a lover who is slowly waking up. He looks up at me with a smile before lifting his head up to kiss me deeply. I feel myself melt against him as we settle back into each other's embrace. I can feel his love and passion for me swell… Can he sense the same happening in my heart?

Cytharat says, "Indeed I can, Crimsen. I sensed your growing feelings for me since back on Makeb."

I looked at him with a shock, "I am going to have to get used to someone being able to know what I'm thinking. And how did you know from the beginning? I did not have the force…"

Cytharat looked down and sighed, "I think your attraction to me may have lead to it being reawakened. It makes me think if it is truly possible to strip someone completely of force awareness?"

I looked at him and shrugged. "On the one hand, it is an uninvited guest, nuyak nulis my love; on the other hand, I rather liked what it gave us last night… It makes me want more."

Cytharat widened his eyes in surprise: "You know our language?"

I nodded. "I know many languages, actually: Basic, ancient Sith, Huttese, some Mandalorian… I've always had a knack for learning languages."

Cytharat added, "In that way the force never left you, Crimsen. Intuitive language comprehension is a strong point among our people."

I replied, "Really? Glad the force was being useful for once."

Cytharat asked as he ran a hand through my hair, "Why one that is so red and so beautiful so hostile to a power that our people have prided themselves on for centuries?"

I opened my mouth to speak and then closed it. I did not know if I wanted to reveal that day to Cytharat so soon, the day I removed the force from me after my father made it so clear how much room he had for a gay son. Cytharat said, "I sense resistance from you, nulis. If this is an uncomfortable subject, I will drop it."

I shook my head and said, "Uncomfortable is an understatement. I'll tell you someday, Cytharat. For today, now," I said as I wrapped my legs around his waist, "I just want to enjoy you…"

Cythart grinned seductively, "Indeed, as I felt I would have to deal with you this morning…"

Making love in the morning; I cannot decide of it's better than making love at night. I suppose it does not matter, as Cytharat and I have a long time to determine the verdict.

Finally, we collapsed back on the bed, our energies spent. I kissed him deeply and said in our people's tongue: "Nu nulis j'us, Cytharat. Finsezi stai su nun. «I love you, Cytharat. Stay here with me.»"

Cytharat replied to me in a loving tone, "Nu vaine buti keta ar j'us valia kais kia luai su nun? Zhol buti zo nyâshsa xikdta ir mes valia abid zinot vel lavonin. «I actually was wondering if you would like to live with me? It is a bigger apartment and we would both have more room.»"

I answered him simply, "Nu ziur nie ais kodel nenx; Nu tezn adata kia buti su j'us «I see no reason why not; I just need to be with you»"

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Later that afternoon, Cytharat said he had to go. A meeting with the military on our plans for taking on the Dread Masters. I wanted to go with him, as my loyalty to the Sith Empire still remains unwaivering. His answer was simply, "We will charge into battle again but until you are officially involved it is best you stay out of it."

So, I spent my day with HK-51 gathering my things. After all, Cytharat deserves to be in something better than a tiny apartment like mine. The hardest thing was debating what to do with my computers. HK-51 has no where near the memory capacity needed to store the information within them.

I keep HK-51′s memory low so that he does not carry everything at once. It would be dangerous should he be captured. What I may have to do is see about linking my databanks to intelligence's for a brief moment and then move the computers that way. Or perhaps there is a way to detach them?

"HK-51," I say, "Research the possibilty of moving those computers."

HK-51 replies, "Statement: As you desire, Master. Query: Master, there is an incoming message from these particular coordinates on Dromund Kaas. Shall I send them to your private comms."

I glanced at the coordinates he was talking about at I think my face went very pale. I said, "HK… these are the coordinates of my parents' fortress. What do they want?"

HK-51 replied, "Answer: I am not aware of what Lord and Lady Hevilas wanted from you. However, if these are undesirables, I am more than prepared to initiate assasination protocols and wipe them out."

I shook my head and said, "No. There is no need to move against them yet, I think. Just monitor it, do not give them what they want. In fact… let's head to the ship and call that way."

I haven't heard from my family since I was 15. Mostly because my mother and father didn't bother to track me down. Why would they? Their son could not be felt through the force anymore; therefore, he was a disgrace. I'll gladly be an unknown disgrace again… Why are they calling me?

At the ship, I made the call. I went to the ship so my location could be well hidden. In fact, I was a drift in space away from the Dromund Kaas' system. With intelligence's tech and my own piloting skills, remaining hidden is quite a simplen feat. when my father came on the line, he glared at me. I glared back. He said, "Well, well, well… if it isn't my long lost son."

I replied, "Don't worry, Father, I will go back to being long lost soon enough. What do you want?"

He answered, "To see you of course. I have not sensed your presence in the force for quite some time, son. I was afraid I had lost my only heir. Now I find out he is alive, using a *gun*, and tramping around like a pansy with another pure of blood."

I took a deep breath, trying to maintain my calm. "What I do is none of your business, father," I begin to answer, "I am quite the grown man and able to take care of myself."

My father sneered at me: "And yet not able to take care of our family's line. Hard to have children and carry on our DNA when your semen is going into another man's rump! I thought I raised you better than this."

I answered in retort, "Really? I thought you were planning to raise me to be a convenient torture experiment? After all, that's what you did to me when meals and training did not call upon my attention. Tell me, are any of the slaves that were around when I was there still alive?"

"Some of them are, like Tik'shâsot and Pergaleas, for example," he answered, "And unlike my disgraceful excuse for an heir they show great potential in the force. I might just ship them off for Sith training."

"Offer them my condolenscens," I replied in a voice that was dripping sarcasm, " as I was hoping they'd end up as scholars or even Imperial agents."

My father looked me directly in the eye and said, "Their fait will be better than yours. Remember the lesson I taught you about what should happen if you ever ended up a kitegós? You've ended up kitegós!"

I tried but I couldn't help but tremble. I remember my father's 'demonstration' of what his punishment would be. My father said simply, "Now… if you come voluntarily, I just might not arrange for your kitegós nulis does not get punished as well for disgracing our people with such behaviour. However, if you do not come voluntarily," he then cut the call.

I was there staring at a empty screen, and my breathing was heavy. What do I do? What can I do? Cytharat and I cannot stay in one place… I have to find him!