Master Apprentice
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One moment it was a peaceful protest against the new regulations implemented by the provisional government, the crowd flowing around the Jedi as they observed the proceedings. Then next it was a mob, rushing forward, carrying master and apprentice with them. They were separated, pulled apart and swept along in different directions.
Obi-Wan could feel the crude emotions flowing over him from the crowd. Raw. Primal. Feral.
He tried to find Qui-Gon, searching through the crowd, reaching out, opening himself up to the Force. The crush of beings overwhelmed him, pulling at him with an enormous hunger. He found himself absorbed into the mass, losing himself to it as surely as he had lost his master.
Anger. Fear. Hatred. He was drowning, reaching out, looking for a lifeline. Some small spark of light, even the smallest island of calm, but every time hope grew in him it would be swept away on a slippery tide of swirling emotions that were not his own.
And so he flowed with the mob; a small piece of flotsam tossed about.
Suddenly he was caught, pulled down, dragged back against the tide of beings by an undertow so strong he couldn't escape it. He struggled harder, fighting for his life, fighting to regain his position riding the waves of the crowd.
Still he was pulled against the flow, inexorably drawn back through the mob and he curled his arms over his head, protecting it from the blows of the crowd. Wooden beams, steel pipes, hands turned into fists, they were using whatever they could find, tearing each other to pieces.
It stopped with a suddenness that sent him flying to the ground.
Free of the riot at last and looking up, up into the eyes of his master who knelt next to him; concern and love in the familiar depths and a hint of the wildness that filled Obi-Wan's own soul showed at their edges.
Qui-Gon's robe was in tatters, the tunics beneath dirty and torn. Obi-Wan reached up, touching the skin that showed through one tear and as his fingers touched his master's flesh, as warmth met warmth, he felt again all the tumultuous emotions rolling through him, pulling him down into their depths and drowning him.
He tore at Qui-Gon's clothing, ripping the linen apart with sheer strength, revelling in the sound of material rending and his master's lips were on his own; hard and bruising and right. He raked his fingernails along the length of Qui-Gon's back, gripping the firm buttocks and pulling his master's hips into his own. Qui-Gon's fingers were wreaking their own havoc, pulling Obi-Wan's clothes from his body, and pulling at his nipples and genitals.
The sound of their breathing grew louder as the mob continued to move away from them, and it was punctuated by gasps and moans as they bit at each other. The taste of sweat and dirt and blood ran together in Obi-Wan's mouth, mingling across his tongue into a flavour of its own, a flavour uniquely Qui-Gon and yet brand new.
Then his master's hands were on his knees, pushing them back and Obi-Wan squirmed beneath the big body pressing him into the road and brought his ankles together behind Qui-Gon's back. He could feel the hot, solid pressure of his master's shaft at his opening and he cried out, eager to be filled, anxious to be taken now. Now. Please, now. He realised he was begging, shouting the words out to the man whose heat he longed to absorb, whose love he needed to take inside himself.
Qui-Gon's hands linked with his own, pulling his arms up above his head, holding him stretched out and unmoving. He struggled, trying to cant his hips up, to plunge his master's erection into his body, but to no avail.
Panting, sobbing, he looked up and was caught in his master's eyes. Love, fierce and basic, flooded into him and Obi-Wan relaxed, felt his body go limp even as Qui-Gon's length slid into him, filling his body as surely as Qui-Gon filled his mind.
Heat and iron plunged in and out of his body and Obi-Wan's chest heaved and his head tossed from side to side, but he could do no more. So he lay there as Qui-Gon filled his body again and again; controlled by his master's strength, filled by his master's strength, made whole by his master's strength.
Their love met and twined together, wrapped them into one and they were raw, primal, feral, brought to their most basic and still together, always together. Obi-Wan could feel the Force around them, could feel it holding them, joining them, exploding through them and he cried out as his body spasmed, no longer in his control.
Slowly the emotions raging through him gave way, bent beneath his will. He was wrapped in his master's arms, what was left of the deep brown robe covering them both. Qui-Gon was holding his braid, fingers sliding up and down the slender length, whispering 'I love you' over and over.
Obi-Wan buried his face in his master's neck and let the peace and serenity he always found there fill him.
End.