All that Matters

by obi-ki

Rating: NC-17

Paring: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan

Summary: Coming home can offer both challenges and rewards.

Disclaimers: These two gorgeous men and all things Star Wars belong to King George and as much as I would like it to be other wise, I am only borrowing them for playtime. I am making no money from this and even if I did it could never come close to what I have spent on Star Wars toys over the years.

Warnings and authors notes: The story contains some fully consensual, mild play with sex toys and the logical result. If that makes anyone uncomfortable, please hit the delete key now. Thanks as always to my wonderful beta/editor Monalee for all her help and support. Also thanks to Master Ruth for the inspiration--it was a great challenge. Feedback is coveted like 12" Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan dolls. Either onlist or off at kiowkqgj@yahoo.com

The flight from their recently completed mission on Antar Four to Obi-Wan's home world of Ralltiir had taken only about five hours. As the pilot waited for clearance to land at the Grallia spaceport, Qui-Gon approached his meditating apprentice. "Obi-Wan," he called as he placed a comforting hand on the younger man's shoulder. "We are waiting for landing instructions."

Opening his eyes to look into his Master's compassionate blue ones, Obi-Wan took a calming breath and rose to his feet. "Thank you, Master. My meditation has left me feeling more centered and prepared to face the reunion."

A flash of pain went through Qui-Gon as he watched the most important person in his life try to hide his apprehension and dread. "Are you sure that you wouldn't rather go alone, Obi-Wan? Present your sister into the social strata and visit with your family and friends without having my presence creating tension for everyone."

"No," Obi-Wan said firmly as he placed his hand gently on his lover's cheek. "I will tell you exactly what I told my mother during the eight holonet calls that I've had with her over the past three tens. You are my bondmate and I will not attend any family functions unless you are welcome there as well. If they cannot accept your place in my life then I do not want to have any contact with them."

"They are your family, Obi-Wan, and you should be part of their lives as much as possible." Qui-Gon said as he covered the hand on his face with his larger one. "Your sister would be devastated if you were not the one to present her. She shouldn't suffer because of your mother's unwillingness to give up her archaic viewpoints."

"Adiana and I spoke about this at length before mother finally agreed to my stipulation," Obi-Wan explained. "She knew that I would not come without you and as much as she would have been disappointed, she would have understood." He moved closer until only a small cushion of air separated their lips. "They may be my blood but you are my family, Qui-Gon Jinn, the only family that I could ever want or need."

"Master Jinn, we have been given clearance to land, " a voice came over the speaker. "We will be in the hangar momentarily."

"Perfect timing, Master," Obi-Wan replied with a smirk. "Now let's get our bags and get ready to disembark. There are a couple of night spots I want to show you while we're here."

Qui-Gon's only reply was a knowing smile as he slung his bag over his shoulder and headed for the landing ramp. The pilot walked out to meet them as soon as the repulsor lifts shut down and ship settled gently onto the bay floor. "It will take me about four days to pick up Knight Hunorel on Eriadu and get back here. I'll contact you when I'm a half day away."

"We'll be ready when you return," Obi-Wan replied then turned back down the ramp. "Now, Master, we have a vacation to start."

A driver was waiting for the two Jedi as they reached the bottom of the ramp. "Jedi Kenobi?" When Obi-Wan nodded the man continued, "I'm to transport you to the family compound."

"There seems to be some confusion, Ser," Obi-Wan explained. "We will be residing at the Grallia Hostelry not the compound during our visit. Now if you would like to provide transport for us to the hostelry, we would be most appreciative."

"But Lady Kenobi instructed that I was to collect you from the spaceport and bring you directly to the compound," the flustered man countered.

Qui-Gon could feel Obi-Wan fighting his frustration over his mother's latest manipulation so he addressed the driver. "If you would be willing to take us to the hostelry and wait while we drop off our baggage and secure our room, then you could take us to the compound."

"But my instructions," the man began but stopped as Obi-Wan walked angrily away from him.

Qui-Gon sought to mentally calm his bondmate. You knew she wouldn't acquiesce gracefully, Padawan, so this move shouldn't really surprise you. This will allow you to prove how serious you are without causing a scene.

And what if I want to cause a scene, Obi-Wan pouted mentally.

Later, in the privacy of our rooms, I'll let you cause any type of scene you'd like. Qui-Gon hoped the teasing comment would help to calm the younger man and was happy when a flash of arousal accompanied the mental chuckle Obi-Wan sent back over their bond. Turning his attention back to the driver, he cautioned the man in his sternest negotiator's voice. "It's either that or you can return to the compound and inform Lady Kenobi that you failed completely in this charge." He could see the man trying to decide whether he should agree and he studied him intently as he wrestled with his dilemma. The steady gaze had the desired affect as he soon nodded.

"I will take you to the Hostelry first," the driver acquiesced. "But if you could get settled as quickly as possible, it would be appreciated. I would like to still be employed tomorrow."

Knowing that his mother would not be above taking her frustration out on their driver, Obi-Wan walked back over to him. "We will not take very long and I will inform my mother that I insisted that you divert there."

The men moved into the transport and within a few minutes it was pulling in front of the Grallia Hostelry. "We will return shortly," Obi-Wan said as he exited the vehicle.

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan entered the lobby of the hotel and all eyes were upon them as they walked up to the registration desk. Even in an affluent area like the Ralltiir capitol, two Jedi traveling were not a very common occurrence. "Good afternoon. We have a reservation under Kenobi," Obi-Wan informed the young woman.

Looking awestruck, the young woman input the name into her terminal. "Yes, the Ambassador's Suite has been prepared for you."

Staring intently at the young woman, Qui-Gon admonished gently. "We requested a traditional double room, nothing more."

Glancing at screen in front of her, the woman found the older Jedi's name so she could address him personally. "The manager upgraded the room for your comfort, Master Jinn. Please consider it a courtesy of the Hostelry."

Knowing that his Master didn't like to take advantage of their stature and would argue, Obi-Wan stepped forward. He could feel the weight of his Master's gaze and ignored it completely. "Please thank the manager for us. Now, if we could get our key cards and directions to our room."

The young woman waved her hand and a porter appeared at the counter. "Lia'et will take your bags and direct you to your rooms."

Realizing that it would cause more of a delay if he argued, Obi-Wan just nodded and held out his hand. "Thank you."

The desk attendant placed two key cards into his hand and smiled warmly. "Please do not hesitate to let us know if there is anything additional you require, Jedi Kenobi."

The porter led them to the lift and soon they were standing before the door to the top floor suite. Obi-Wan slid a card into the reader and the door opened to reveal a room more fit for royalty than the basic needs of the Jedi. He dropped a few dactares into the porter's palm and slid the door closed behind the departing young man. Taking in the amenities of the luxurious suite, he dropped his bag to the floor and turned to his bondmate. "I think we will be able to find plenty of comfortable places to christen during our days here, my love." A mischievous glint shone in his eyes as he waved a hand in the direction of the large hot tub that stood on the enclosed balcony. "We've never made love in a hot tub before."

Qui-Gon was sent a mental image of his young lover straddling his lap as they sat in the large tub. He pushed back the wave of lust that flowed through him and said softly. "Something to look forward to later." He leaned in and kissed his lover then his expression became more serious. "I've been thinking that maybe I should stay here while you head over to the compound." He held up his hand to silence his bondmate's argument and continued. "Spend a little private time with your mother. She deserves to have your undivided attention at least for this first part of the visit. Then you can come back for me and we can go to the official welcoming dinner together."

"My mother needs to know right up front that we are a couple, committed to each other, and that there is no possible way she can change that," Obi-Wan said, reiterating his earlier arguments. Apprehension flowed though him as he envisioned the scene when he arrived at the family estate and he shuddered. "I don't think I can face her without you at my side."

Qui-Gon reached up and caressed a smooth cheek with the back of his hand. "You are stronger than you give yourself credit for, my Obi-Wan. You can do this. You need to do this." He allowed all the confidence he felt in his padawan's abilities to flow across the bond. "Having me stay behind may help your mother to realize that I am not a threat to your continued relationship with your family." Leaning forward, he pressed a light kiss to his beloved's lips to thwart any discussion. "Trust me on this, love. I really think it will help."

"I'm not so sure about that but I will do it, for you," Obi-Wan agreed reluctantly. "If it goes as badly as I expect, it will definitely take some doing for you to make it up to me," he huffed.

Covering his lover's lips, Qui-Gon swallowed any further chiding words. "I will be here waiting to offer whatever solace you may need after your visit," he whispered huskily as he broke the passionate kiss.

With a final longing look at Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan squared his shoulders and exited the luxurious suite. He was back outside the hostelry in no time and he got into the transport through the door the driver held open for him. "I am ready to go to the estate," he declared then pulled up his hood to allow himself the illusion of privacy. If the driver wondered about the absence of his Master he made no comment, quick to take the hint that he wanted no casual conversation. He dropped into a light meditative trance during the trip, using every calming technique he had ever learned to prepare for the upcoming confrontation. He could almost hear a mental reprimand in his Master's voice at his choice of wording to describe this visit but that was how he felt. The experience of his last family visit combined with the tone of the conversations he had exchanged with his mother gave him little hope that anything would be different this time.

Feeling the transport slowing down, Obi-Wan took a last calming breath, pushed back his hood and opened his eyes. The Kenobi compound was quickly coming into view, with its many structures and acres of gardens, fields and orchards. The pastoral setting was a drastic contrast to the permacrete and steel of Ralltiir's capitol and industrial Coruscant and he drank in the view greedily. He could see a few of his brother's prize geldings grazing in the enclosed paddock and hoped he would have the opportunity to take Qui-Gon riding in the vast forests surrounding the estate.

The transport stopped in front of the entryway to the estate's largest dwelling and Obi-Wan stepped from the vehicle to find himself quickly enclosed in a tight hug. "Ben, I'm so glad that you're here," Adiana said happily, holding on as if he would disappear if she let go.

Stepping back after a few moments, Obi-Wan let his sister's joy at his presence buoy his confidence as he assured her. "As am I, Didi." He saw the look of dismay that floated across her face at his use of her childhood nickname and lamented. "Are you now so grown up that I cannot call you Didi?"

A blush spread across her cheeks and Adiana smiled. "You can call me anything you like, Ben. Just don't let mother hear you." She leaned closer and put on her sternest expression. "You are a young woman now, ready to take your place in this family and society as an adult. Childish names have no place in proper society."

Obi-Wan chuckled at the realistic imitation Adiana had done of their mother. "You had better not let her hear you mimicking her either. I don't want to be around for the tirade that would cause."

"I've gotten really good at sensing her presence," Adiana reassured him, "especially since your last visit."

Although not gifted enough to be sent to the Temple, both Adiana and Owen had some Force sensitivity. Over the years, in defiance of his mother but with his Master's approval, Obi-Wan had spent part of each visit home teaching his siblings to use their talents. Owen had a natural affinity for animals and Adiana's skills lay in sensing people's emotions and feelings. He hoped that his tutoring would someday help them in their chosen fields. "Maybe we'll have time to practice while I'm here. Where is mother, by the way?" he asked, knowing he had to face her sooner or later.

"She's waiting in the drawing room," Adiana replied. "Probably getting annoyed that we're still standing out here." She stepped back, looking around as if finally noticing that someone was missing. "Where's Master Qui-Gon?"

"Back at the hostelry," Obi-Wan replied. "He felt it would be better if I came alone at first. Give mother a chance to see me alone and all that." He smiled weakly at his sister and added. "I think he was afraid to face mother's diatribe."

"As if your master is afraid of anything, Ben," Adiana admonished him gently. "But I do think he was right about this. Maybe your coming alone will show mother that you haven't abandoned us completely for him or the Jedi."

"That's almost exactly what he said," Obi-Wan remarked. "When did you become so wise, little sis?" Without waiting for a reply, he placed his arm around her shoulder and aimed them towards the door. "Let's go then. Mother awaits."

Brother and sister entered the house and made their way quickly to their mother's private drawing room. Steeling himself for whatever lie ahead, Obi-Wan walked directly to where his mother was sitting and kissed her politely on the cheek. "Hello, Mother. You look well."

Lady Kenobi looked up at her oldest son and frowned. "Couldn't you have at least changed out of that dreadful uniform for your visit?" she asked without even bothering to return her son's greeting.

Despite his shields, Adiana could feel the frustration rolling off her brother and stepped forward. "Mother, please."

Lady Kenobi tossed her daughter a sidelong glance then continued as if Adiana hadn't spoken. "Is Karn taking your bags upstairs? I expected you sooner. Was your ship delayed?"

Obi-Wan stifled an annoyed chuckle as he realized he could answer all three questions at once. "I insisted that Karn divert to the Grallia Hostelry so that we could check in and drop off our bags. That caused the delayed."

"The hostelry? You should be staying here. You visit once every few years and can't even stay in your home," Lady Kenobi complained.

Obi-Wan took a deep breath and sat stiffly in the chair facing his mother's. "We have been through this before, Mother. Until you can accept that Qui-Gon is my bonded mate and welcome him into your home as a member of the family, I will not spend another night under this roof."

Anger and disdain flowed from the older woman as Obi-Wan watched her consider his words. "Where is your Master?" she asked, spitting out the last word as if it was a curse.

"Qui-Gon is back at the hostelry," Obi-Wan said, struggling to remain calm. "He suggested I come out alone so that we could have a private visit but I'm beginning to think that was a mistake." He rose from the chair, sending a loving glance to Adiana then stated. "Maybe it would be best if I only come out for the official functions." The rest of his comment was cut off by a voice behind him and he turned to see Owen standing in the doorway.

"Did you just get here, Ben?" Owen asked as he looked into the room. "Sorry I wasn't here to greet you but I had a mare in labor. The vet just delivered the foal a few minutes ago." He looked from his brother to their mother and hoped that the distraction of his presence would break the tension that had filled the room. He had not heard much of what had been said but knowing his mother's opinion about Ben's choices, he could pretty much guess.

Obi-Wan moved to his brother and hugged him briefly. "I arrived a little while ago but I think I'll be heading back to the hostelry now. I'll be back tonight for dinner."

Rising from her chair, Lady Kenobi studied her children's pained faces. Part of her wanted to pull Ben into her arms and apologize for her terse words, both today and during their recent conversations. But most of her truly believed that same sex unions were unnatural and that Qui-Gon Jinn had taken advantage of his position of authority over her son to coerce him into this more intimate relationship. A pleading look from her daughter helped her make a choice. "I have some things to attend to for tonight. Cook has made some of your favorite foods, Ben. Why don't the three of you have lunch and visit before you head back?" Without waiting for a reply, she strode regally from the room.

"Give her time, Ben. She'll come around," Owen insisted.

"I wish I shared your confidence, brother, but I don't see any chance that she will ever truly accept my relationship with Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan said sadly.

"You never know," Adiana contended. "She could change her mind."

"That's about as probable as Hoth becoming a tropical paradise," Obi-Wan retorted. "But let's take what she did give us. I know she made her excuses so I wouldn't leave so let's go see what goodies cook Maddie has put together for us."

Obi-Wan spent the next few hours eating his fill of many of his favorite foods while spending the time in pleasant conversation with Adiana and Owen. They filled him in on the goings on around the estate since his last visit. Owen talked about his geldings and Adiana told him that Owen had a new romance, a young woman named Beru that he had met on a trip to the city. Adiana talked a bit about the presentation ceremony and told him that she had been accepted into a prestigious healer's school on Firrerre. She would be leaving to begin her studies there in three tens much to their mother's dismay.

All in all the afternoon was very pleasant and Obi-Wan found himself calming in the comforting presence of his siblings. As they left the informal dining area, he could feel the presence of his mother again in her sanctuary. "Thank you both for a wonderful visit. I am going to try and speak to mother again before I leave. I will see you both at dinner."

Adiana hugged her brother and stepped back to allow Owen to do the same. "Underneath all of her bitterness she does love you, Ben," Owen said firmly. "Don't allow her stubbornness to keep you from your family. There must be a way."

"Use the Force, Ben," Adiana said with a smile.

"I may have to," Obi-Wan replied with a smile of his own. "I'll see you both later," he added as he knocked on the door of the drawing room. "Come in," his mother ordered from behind the closed door and he turned the latch and entered the room.

"How was your lunch, Ben?" Lady Kenobi asked as he took the seat across from her.

"Wonderful. Maddie is spoiling me and it was nice to catch up with all the news," Obi-Wan replied politely. He drew in a deep breath and pressed forward. "Mother, this cannot continue. This is an important time for Adiana and as much as I want to share it, I will not spend my time here defending my relationship with Qui-Gon."

"I don't understand, Ben," Lady Kenobi said softly. "Why are you willing to ignore our cultural beliefs to be with this man?"

"Not our beliefs, Mother, your beliefs," Obi-Wan correctly gently. "I firmly believe that love transcends gender or race. To quote an old Alderaani poet, 'the greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return'. Qui-Gon and I love each other, Mother, more than I ever thought I could love anyone."

"But he could be influencing your mind, manipulating you into believing that you are in love with him," Lady Kenobi cautioned. "He is a powerful Jedi Master and you have sworn fealty to him. He controls your movements and as such your will as his apprentice and now he controls your heart too."

Obi-Wan leaned forward in his chair and covered his face with his hands. This was hopeless. He would never get her to understand. "You are making some very incorrect assumptions, Mother. Yes, Qui-Gon is my Master. In that role he trains and teaches me and in return I give him my obedience and my loyalty. But I am my own person and I have no qualms about speaking my opinion even if it conflicts with his."

"Your Master has influenced you more completely that I ever dreamed if you truly believe that you have any free choice, Ben," Lady Kenobi accused angrily. "You have been under the Jedi's control since the day that Knight took you from my arms."

Anger boiled in Obi-Wan but he fought to keep it buried. "If you had ever bothered to attempt to get to know Qui-Gon, you would realize that your concerns are unfounded," he admonished. "Now, I will go back to the hostelry and we will return together for dinner. I expect you to treat my Master with the respect that is due both his station and his place in my life." He looked intently into eyes that were very similar to the ones he saw in the mirror each morning. "Please do not make me choose between you, Mother."

For the first time since his arrival, Obi-Wan found his mother at a loss for words. He rose from his chair, kissed her politely on the cheek and asked. "Will Karn be available to take me back to the hostelry?" When she nodded, he added. "Think about what I said. I'll see you tonight." He turned and left the drawing room without another word.

Obi-Wan found Karn standing beside the transport waiting for him. "Ready to return to the hostelry, Jedi Kenobi?"

"Yes, Karn," Obi-Wan replied as he entered the transport. He knew that Qui-Gon had kept the bond open while he had been home so his Master would have sensed his emotions. He fought his rising frustration and anger as he settled into the back of the vehicle. His mother was the most obstinate, inflexible, closed-minded, pontifical, and pompous person that he had ever met. That she could possibly think that the Jedi had been controlling him. He could have left the order and or Qui-Gon, for that matter, at any time. He just never wanted to. How dare she think that he was so spineless that he could be manipulated like that.

By the time the transport reached the Grallia Hostelry, all his closely held frustration had escaped and Obi-Wan was fuming. He was barely civil when he took his leave from the driver and refused to make eye contact with anyone he passed on his way to their suite. How dare she, he thought again as he got off the lift and walked to the door. He slid in his key card and stalked into the room, intent on venting his frustration in a verbal tirade that would have surpassed even his mother's most volatile. The sight that greeted him as he entered the suite stopped him in his tracks.

Qui-Gon was kneeling on a blanket spread on the floor of the sitting room, naked except for a brown leather collar fastened around his neck. His glistening skin was bathed in the fading sunlight from the floor to ceiling windows and silver-streaked brown hair flowed loosely over his shoulders. Spaced on the floor around him were an array of items that added to the rush of arousal surging within him at the vision of his lover: a tube of lubricant, two dildos, a silver cock ring, a pair of leather wrist restraints and soft, suede flogger. "Master," he croaked.

"Not now, my Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon murmured huskily. "At this moment, I am simply your lover, ready to fill whatever role you may require of me."

Heart pounding, Obi-Wan looked upon the gift he was being offered. The expression on his beloved's face shifted from submissive to predatory and back as Qui-Gon peered up at him from beneath lowered lashes. Love and lust warred for supremacy as he drank in the erotic apparition kneeling at his feet.

When Obi-Wan just continued to stare at him, Qui-Gon prodded his lover. "Tell me what you need, my own?"

Without bothering to even remove his cloak, Obi-Wan slid to his knees opposite his bondmate. One by one, he inspected the items that encircled his lover. He picked up each item, turning them over in his hands as if he was trying to decide what to do with them. Finally, he held the wrist restraints in his left hand and stroked Qui-Gon's beard with the fingers of his right. "You," he growled.

Pressing his fully clothed body against his lover's naked skin, Obi-Wan covered Qui-Gon's mouth in a bruising kiss. He pushed his tongue past parted lips, tasting and licking every inch of the inside like a man dying of thirst. Soon he was thrusting his tongue against its mate, mimicking what he soon hoped to be doing with his body. They were both panting by the time he pulled away. "Lie back," he ordered.

As he watched Qui-Gon comply, Obi-Wan realized that his Master had really thought of everything. His position on the blanket put his head a half-meter below the low wrought-iron table that sat in front of the sofa. The legs would provide the perfect anchors to secure the wrist restraints. He lifted the table slightly and slid the rings attached to the end of the leather over the metal poles. Dropping it back onto the floor, he reached for Qui-Gon's right arm and pulled it over his head. After dropping a kiss to the center of the callused palm, he wrapped the leather band around the wrist and secured the clasp.

Obi-Wan repeated the process with Qui-Gon's left arm then turned back to meet his lover's gaze. "Look at you. All laid out before me, an exquisite feast just for my taking," he noted in a husky voice. "And take you I will, but not before we enjoy these toys you have so thoughtfully provided." He gazed again at the assortment of items then picked up the cock ring, studying it intently before laying it gently on the reddened tip of his lover's shaft. His fingers moved down to wrap loosely around the base and he slid them teasingly along the hardened flesh. His expression became serious as he scrutinized the silver ring and swollen flesh as if attempting to puzzle out a dilemma. "Diameter is a bit scant. This will have to be put aside until later then." Removing the ring and pressing it into his lover's confined hand he leaned close to his ear and whispered. "You can hold onto it until that time comes."

The implication of those words and the warm puff of air against his skin sent a shiver through Qui-Gon and he struggled to form a reply. "Yes, love," was all he could manage. He knew that this was just what Obi-Wan needed to purge the stress of his visit with his mother but he had forgotten how hard it was to be on the receiving end, relinquishing control and becoming totally submissive. He watched his lover move back onto his haunches and pick up one of the dildos.

Spreading Qui-Gon's legs further apart, Obi-Wan ran the sculpted phallus lightly along his lover's scrotum and perineum. The twitches and soft moans coming from the older man fueled his arousal and his own cock was pressing painfully against the fabric of his leggings. Calling on all of his Jedi control, he ignored his own need and focused on the sumptuous body lying before him. He slid the toy he held along the crevice between Qui-Gon's buttocks, stopping on every pass to press it teasingly against the quivering opening. He could see the older man fighting not to press down into it and smiled wickedly.

After a few more teasing strokes, Obi-Wan pulled the dildo from between Qui-Gon's legs and tossed it aside. "No, only my fingers or my cock are allowed to sink into the warmth of your body. Maybe I should see how you react to this," he added as he took the handle of the flogger into his hand. Starting at one wrist, he dragged the ends of the suede strips along the length of an arm, light touches that were no more than whispers against the skin. He continued this pattern along the other arm, then moved onto the broad chest, lean hips and long legs. He spent extra time on some of the more sensitive areas, inside thighs, around nipples, behind knees, but did not so much as touch the places that he knew his lover wanted him most.

Only when the large frame was writhing beneath him, did Obi-Wan change his tactics. Interspersed irregularly with the long teasing strokes, he snapped the strands of the flogger against patches of sensitized flesh. Qui-Gon hissed at the first such contact but quickly pulled himself back under control. "Soon, I will have you crying out, love. But will you be crying out for me to stop or to continue? That is the question," the younger man taunted.

Qui-Gon looked into the lust darkened eyes of his padawan and wondered briefly if he had taught the younger man too well. How many times had they played these games with Obi-Wan on the receiving end of this exquisite torture? Enough to know that he couldn't acquiesce quite so easily. Upping the ante for his young lover would only take a few words. "I wouldn't expect to hear me crying out anytime soon, Obi-Wan. I am a Jedi Master after all."

A dangerous glint flashed in Obi-Wan's eyes as he flicked the leather filaments against one nipple. "Well, we will just have to see about that won't we." Like a man on a mission, he set about to shred his Master's vaunted control. Teasing touches mixed with sharper blows as the flogger passed over every inch of Qui-Gon's skin. A wispy touch along the inside of one thigh was contrasted by a harsh snap against the other. A feather light swipe over one hip precipitated a heavy slap on the opposite one. As the number of light touches decreased and the sharp ones increased, he managed to draw a couple of groans and even one low growl. Undaunted, he snapped a couple of sharp hits against peaked nipples and heard a breathy moan.

Struggling to keep any audible sounds from escaping, Qui-Gon drew on the Force to increase his controls. He could see that Obi-Wan was savoring the heightened arousal that was flowing back and forth between them over the bond and he wanted that to continue as long as possible. Suddenly, the strips of the thin leather were spread gently over his erect cock and the handle was deposited on the plain of his abdomen. He looked up as his young lover moved abruptly to his feet and gazed intently down at him.

Running a booted toe gently from adam's apple to navel, Obi-Wan gave his immobilized lover an evil grin. "I think I'll take a moment to put myself in a more appropriate state of undress," he said as he dropped his robe to the floor. "That way when I finally break your control, I will be ready to press inside you." He kicked the robe aside then unbuckled and toed off his boots. He dropped his belt onto the pile, then unwound his sash and stripped off his tunics. He tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his leggings and whispered. "Shall I show you what I have for you or should I keep you waiting, love?"

Fighting the desire to scream for his young lover to take him now, Qui-Gon continued to play his role. "Whatever you wish, beloved."

Desire swamped Obi-Wan and he struggled to contain it. He quickly stripped off his leggings and linens and knelt back down beside his lover, grabbing the handle of the small whip. He drew the thin strips teasingly across Qui-Gon's leaking shaft over and over while reaching for the tube of lube. Uncapping it with his teeth, he used a touch of the Force to press some of the oily substance onto his fingers. While continuing his tantalizing touches over his lover's cock, he pressed a slick finger against the opening of his body. He was thrilled to hear his Master's breath hitch and a low moan escape from his lips. Adding a second finger he stroked deeply, pressing against his lover's prostate with each one. The hitching breath became panting and the moans became groans and growls.

Obi-Wan leaned forward and took his Master's mouth in a bruising kiss as his hands continued this torturous teasing. His own penis was rock hard and leaning copiously, spreading a trail of wetness against his lover's side. He pulled back from those wonderful lips without a word, tossed the flogger aside and swallowed Qui-Gon's swollen flesh to the root. The scream that greeted his ears was the sound he had waiting to hear all night. With a swipe of his tongue along the leaking slit, he released his prize and asked. "Are you ready for me to take you now? Bury my flesh within your body and fuck you until you burn up in a flash of ecstasy." He shifted to kneel between Qui-Gon's spread knees and waited. When the reply didn't come quickly enough, he pressed his fingertips against the sensitive nub within his lover's body. "Ask? Beg? Plead? Any one will do."

Pushed to the limits of his control by the exquisite torture of his lover's touches, Qui-Gon could do nothing but submit. "Please love…now Obi-Wan…I need you, please," he pleaded between panted breaths. The words had barely left his mouth when he felt the clasps holding the leather strips around his wrists snap open. He raised his legs and rested them against Obi-Wan's chest. Calling the lube into his now freed hand, he poured some of the slick substance into his palm. He liberally coated the silver ring that he had been holding and pressed it onto the tip of Obi-Wan's penis until it slid securely under the head. He quickly spread the remaining lube over his mate's hard flesh then whispered. "Fill me."

Pulling his fingers from their warmth, Obi-Wan placed the tip of his phallus against his lover's anus and pressed forward. "Yes," he cried out as he sheathed himself within the tight heat of Qui-Gon's body. Nothing felt as good as the two of them being joined intimately like this, whether he was filling or being filled. He dropped his shields fully and almost immediately felt his Master do the same. Minds merged as bodies already had and all ability to think was lost in the pleasure of those two sensations.

Qui-Gon reached out for his lover's hands and intertwined their fingers for leverage as Obi-Wan began to thrust. The feeling of holding his lover's flesh so tightly within him was always amazing but the addition of the cock ring increased the stimulation. Every stroke of Obi-Wan shaft brushed both the head and the ring against his prostate and the sensation was exquisite. Held so close to the edge for so long, he knew that it wouldn't be long before they fell over the precipice into completion. He concentrated on the sensations and felt his young lover do the same, wanting to make the most of each moment of this powerful lovemaking. Though they wanted it to last forever, it seemed only seconds before their balls drew up tightly against their bodies in imminent release.

Obi-Wan brought one set of their joined hands to grasp his lover's shaft and stroke it in time with his thrusts. They cried out simultaneously as their climaxes ripped through them - Qui-Gon's over their joined hands and Obi-Wan's into his lover's body.

Thrusts and strokes slowed as they spent themselves fully until the lithe frame of his lover collapsed onto Qui-Gon's chest. He pulled the younger man tightly against him as he shifted to bring his legs down onto the floor. He could feel Obi-Wan's heart pounding in time with his own as their ragged breathing began to slow. Finally, when he had regained the capacity for speech, he whispered against the sweaty head. "Is that what you needed, love?"

Obi-Wan struggled to keep the flood of emotion pouring through him from breaking open as he kissed the broad chest beneath his lips. This man lying under him was everything he could ever want or need in his life. Teacher, mentor, partner, friend, Master and lover, creating and changing him from the boy he had been to the man he had become. Force willing they would have a lifetime of moments like this and he knew he would be a fool to allow anyone or anything distract from that happiness. Fighting back the tears, he finally replied. "Thank you, love. You are all that I could ever want or need."

Qui-Gon held his lover close, stroking his back in comforting circles until he felt him calm a bit. Tipping the cleft chin so that he could look into those chameleon eyes, he pledged. "And I will be here to share your burdens and your joys until the day that I join the Force." Knowing that he had to find a way to lighten the mood, he added in his driest tone. "Though if I don't want that to be anytime soon, I will have to return to the controlling side of these little sessions. You learned your lessons too well, my Padawan."

Taking the thread of humor Qui-Gon had spooled out, he used it to help lessen the emotions flowing through him. "Never let it be said that I am not an attentive student, my Master," Obi-Wan replied with an evil smirk. "If there is anything else you wish to teach me I would be more than willing to learn."

"Self-preservation will keep me from teaching you anything else, my own," Qui-Gon said wryly. "Now, if we are going to arrive at dinner on time, we should head for the shower."

"It would be a bit difficult to explain to mother that we were late because I spend the afternoon ravaging you. Though if I explained the set up maybe she wouldn't worry about you controlling me quite so much," Obi-Wan teased.

"Sharing the details of this with your mother would not be a positive thing, Padawan," Qui-Gon retorted. "I don't think it would do anything to improve her opinion of our relationship."

"But the look on her face would be so worth it," Obi-Wan chuckled. "You never let me have any fun, Master."

Qui-Gon rolled his young lover off his chest and dumped him on the floor. "I think I have allowed you more than your share of fun this afternoon." He pushed himself to his feet and glowered at his apprentice. "Now get your butt off the floor and into the shower, brat."

A short time later, the two men emerged from the suite ready to face the evening. Standing in front of the open lift door Obi-Wan looked intently at his Master. "Thank you for showing me what's important and in doing so giving me the strength to survive the next few days. I don't hold out any hope that I can get mother to change her opinion but I know now that it really doesn't matter." He stroked the bearded cheek with his fingers tips as he continued. "All that matters is that we will face whatever life and the Force send our way, together. And together is all that we need to be."

The end.