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Following a now annual tradition, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan spent the morning in joint meditation. Secreted away in their probably not so secret corner of the Master's Garden, they had used the past several hours to review the events of five years ago. They recalled the fated mission to Naboo, the Sith they had encountered there, and the near fatal attack on Qui-Gon. It would have been fatal, too, of that the master was certain.
If not for Obi-Wan.
The young man had refused to let Qui-Gon die. He had shared his life energy, keeping the master breathing and his heart pumping blood until the Queen's healers had arrived. Even after that, he had refused to let them be separated. Even when forced apart by Qui-Gon's immersion in the bacta tank, Obi-Wan had maintained a mental link with him, feeding him support through the long, numb days of semi-consciousness. During that stressful time, the newly raised knight had not been able to maintain the mental shielding he had used throughout his life. That vulnerability during the link forced an honesty between them that laid bare the young man's soul.
It was then that Qui-Gon discovered how much he was loved.
When the healers had finally pulled him from the sticky pink solution and lowered the sedation dose enough that he could awaken, Qui-Gon was immediately aware of the love shining in the tear-filled green eyes. How had he missed it before, he wondered?
//Because you were a blind, arrogant son of a Sith,// Obi-Wan said directly into his mind.
Qui-Gon couldn't stop the chuckle that mental comment brought forth and he allowed his memories to faded. As he rose from his meditative trance, he looked up to see the impish grin that he so adored. "And you were too in awe of my position of authority to speak of it openly," he challenged.
"I would have!" Obi-Wan said. "I had decided to wait until my knighting, as you well know."
Qui-Gon grinned and brushed his fingertips across his lover's soft cheek, trailing one nail down the cleft in the chin. "And if I had died that day, without knowing?"
Instantly, Obi-Wan sobered. "We won't speak of that. It did not happen."
"Very well." He got to his feet and reached down to draw Obi-Wan up. "Let's go home, love."
Obi-Wan smiled. "Yes."
They walked back hand in hand. The sight no longer even drew any odd looks, since everyone in the Temple knew that they were lovers, and had been since shortly after Qui-Gon had come out of the bacta tank. They opened the door to their quarters to find the common room full of people.
"Surprise!" a dozen different voices shouted. Qui-Gon squeezed the hand he held, feeling Obi-Wan's awe at the sight of the brightly colored banners and balloons that festooned the apartment. Stacks of gifts, all gaily wrapped, were piled against the walls, and there were bottles of champagne and Alterrian brandy and platters of hors d'oeuvres laid out on the dining table.
"Happy Fifth," Mace Windu said, stepping forward to clasp Qui-Gon's free hand in a firm grip.
"What is all this?" Obi-Wan asked, his eyes wide as he took in the decorations.
Yoda stepped out from behind the couch with a flute of champagne in his hand. "Party this is. Eat now, can we?"
Qui-Gon chuckled and bowed slightly from the waist. "As you wish, my master."
When the hors d'oeuvres were eaten and most of the champagne and brandy consumed, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon begin to open the presents their friends had brought. Most of them were nice, thoughtful gifts: matching night robes, scented bath oils, velvety soft towels, a bottle of a rare vintage Denubian wine, a set of lovely, hand-sculpted coffee mugs. But of course, not all of their friends were quite so polite - or so tactful.
When they opened Mace Windu's gift, an X-rated porn vid, Qui-Gon watched as his bondmate turned a delightful shade of red.
"Just in case you're running out of creative positions," Mace said with a wicked grin.
Qui-Gon wrapped an arm around Obi-Wan and pulled him closely against his side. "We're doing just fine," he said, prompting another round of blushing. "But, we appreciate the thought."
"Mine you will open next," Yoda piped in, Force levitating a flat box into Qui-Gon's hands. Qui-Gon tore off the bright green paper and removed the lid. Inside was . . .
"What is this?" he asked, reaching a finger in to poke the strange-looking articles of clothing.
"Edible underwear," Yoda said cheerfully. "Tired, the laundry staff is, of constantly repairing your shorts. Wear these, you will, when randy you feel. Then rip off more clothes you will not."
Qui-Gon coughed, struggling not to turn as red as his lover. They visited with their guests for a bit longer, before Adi Gallia suggested that it was time to leave the happy couple to their own celebration. One by one, everyone said their good-byes and trickled out the door. When the last of them were gone, Obi-Wan turned to look at the rest of the gifts. Much to his surprise, there were still dozens of them.
"Who do you think these are from?"
Qui-Gon gave his head a single shake. "Friends outside the Temple, I would assume. Why don't you open one and see?"
Obi-Wan chose a very small box wrapped in silver with a royal blue bow. "It's from someone named Padawan Kalujinn." He looked up quizzically. "Do we know a Padawan Kalujinn?"
"Not that I recall. What's inside?"
Obi-Wan opened the box and carefully withdrew a small music disc. He popped it into the player, and the strains of a rich, haunting melody filled the room.
"Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell
Jimmy Rogers on the Victrola up high
Mama's dancin' with baby on her shoulder
The sun is settin' like molasses in the sky
The boy could sing, knew how to move, everything
Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for
Black velvet and that little boy's smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please."
"That's beautiful," Qui-Gon said after a few moments of listening to the song.
"Yes. And sexy." He turned to Qui-Gon, his eyes glittering with arousal. But his master only chuckled.
"Later for that, my love. Let's open a few more gifts. I must admit to being curious."
"Okay." The knight looked around. He pointed to the largest box, standing ominously by itself in one corner of the room. "How about that one?"
They crossed the room to examine the gift, which was wrapped in heavy blue paper with holes punched all along the top edge.
"Odd," Qui-Gon commented. "I sense something alive inside."
"Knowing your penchant for collecting pathetic lifeforms, let's hope some misguided friend didn't send you a pregnant warfowl or a ready-to-spawn avishog."
Qui-Gon eyed the box. "It's rather too large for either of those." He began to peel the paper away and they discovered a heavy plastoid box inside. It was charcoal gray and semi-transparent, with a ventilation grid around the top. Stamped just below that in bold red letters were several messages.
"This side up."
"Do not tip."
"Do not expose to extremes in temperature."
"Handle with care."
Qui-Gon reached for the locking devise, noting with amusement that his former padawan looked decidedly nervous. He lifted the lid, and a thick blue-green tentacle snaked its way over the edge.
"What the Sith!" Obi-Wan exclaimed, jumping back and reaching for his lightsaber. Qui-Gon stopped him with an upraised hand and peered inside the box.
"Oh, my."
Nearby, Obi-Wan fidgeted. "Well, what the Force is it?"
"Remember when you took the 'Gender, sex and procreation' class?"
"You mean Pornography 101?" Obi-Wan asked with a cheeky grin. He thought back, then his jaw dropped open. "Someone sent us a spurellian?"
Qui-Gon nodded. He removed the lid completely. A second tentacle emerged, and he stroked his hand along it fondly. Spurellians were gentle, even-tempered giants who lived in the tidal pools of Elden IV. They were vegetarians, curious but never malicious, and known galaxy wide for their love of mating - with anything and everything possible.
"Who sent this?"
Qui-Gon read the tag. "Emu and Mrs Hamill. Ever heard those names before?"
Obi-Wan shook his head. "What are we going to do with it?" he asked, his voice a good octave higher than normal.
"Well, there's always the bathtub -"
"Absolutely not, Qui-Gon Jinn! You are not putting that thing in our tub!"
Qui-Gon gave an exaggerated sigh, hiding his smile. "Very well. I imagine it would be very comfortable in the pool in the Master's Garden, don't you?" He carefully eased the tentacles back inside and replaced the lid. "Shall we open another?"
"I'm not sure. What if they're all like this?"
Qui-Gon laughed. "I doubt that all of our acquaintances sent us large living creatures, Obi-Wan." He chose a rather ordinary-looking small box tied with a silver ribbon. "This is from Gloriana. Do we know a Gloriana?"
"Not that I remember." Obi-Wan edged carefully away from the spurellian's case and watched as Qui-Gon opened the box in his hands. Inside was a heavy silver-backed hairbrush, obviously an antique and quite valuable from the looks of it. The handle was made of a smooth, dark wood Qui-Gon didn't recognize, oblong in cross-section, with a blunt tip expanding up into ridges to let the fingers keep a good grip. The artisan who had carved it had also been skilled in design: the grip was needed to counterbalance the weight of the inlay. Qui-Gon looked at the pattern cast in solid silver on the wide oval back. A cockerel, a royal heraldic animal, stood out in relief against a background of parading hens.
"Someone send you a silver hair brush?" Obi-Wan asked in quiet amazement.
"Someone sent us a silver hairbrush," Qui-Gon pointed out. "Oh, wait. There's a note."
Obi-Wan waited patiently as the master withdrew a small slip of paper and read it aloud.
"In addition to its standard function, it's excellent for spanking. The uneven surface hurts less than a flat one, but the silver motif makes things a bit more interesting.'" Qui-Gon hefted the brush and turned to eye Obi-Wan speculatively.
The young man felt his face flush with arousal. "Later for that, Master."
Qui-Gon grinned. "Oh, yes. Later." It was a promise, and Obi-Wan felt his cock rising in anticipation. To hide it, he chose another gift. This one was wrapped in blood-red paper and tied with a white bow. "This is from a Mali Wane."
He opened it carefully, then read the logo on the box inside. "'Feel-You-Fill-Me.' Oh! I've heard about this!" His cock was at full attention now and beginning to ache with need.
"Well I haven't," Qui-Gon said. "What does it do?"
"It's actually two separate devices;" Obi-Wan explained, "a cock-sleeve and a dildo in a harness, and it's electronically controlled. You can use it alone or with a partner. For instance, if you and I were to use it..." Obi-Wan paused, making sure he had Qui-Gon's full attention, "I would wear the cock-sleeve and you would wear the dildo. The cock sleeve would be programmed to mimic wherever the dildo is, which would be inside you. The dildo would mimic whatever was inside the cock sleeve, which would be my penis. The dildo, once it is strapped on, would move inside you, matching my strokes inside the sleeve."
The mental image sent a shudder through Qui-Gon. His cock, plunging into Obi-Wan's body. Obi-Wan, thrusting into a cock sleeve that gripped him as tightly as Qui-Gon's own channel, the dildo, moving inside Qui-Gon to the rhythm of Obi-Wan's thrusts. He closed his eyes and swallowed, hard.
"It gets better, Master," Obi-Wan said a bit huskily, realizing they both were fully aroused. "When I ejaculate inside the sleeve it causes the dildo to 'ejaculate' synthetic sperm inside of you. There are also a couple of other variations we could use. There are electrodes that can be attached to the penis that will make the dildo mimic the motions of the penis."
"Oh, my."
"Exactly." Obi-Wan grinned. I don't know who these friends are that are sending all these things, but I think we should find them and thank them in person."
"Absolutely." Qui-Gon picked up another present, this one wrapped in orange paper and tied with red ribbon. Inside was a hand puppet that looked surprisingly like a Gungan. He slipped his hand inside, and a long, flexible tongue emerged from the puppet's mouth. It was slippery to the touch. He inserted two fingers into it and the thing stiffened. Swallowing, he wiggled his fingers, and watched the tongue undulate sensuously. Obi-Wan reached to feel it, and it bucked firmly in his hand.
"Oh!" the knight gasped. He looked at his master, his eyes gone smoky with desire. "This has some very interesting possibilities."
"Yes it does. We'll have to explore all of them - later." Qui-Gon reluctantly laid the puppet aside and picked up another box. This one was larger and wrapped in bright pink paper and matching bow. It's tag read "Happy Anniversary, from Master Ruth and Hilary." He opened it, and withdrew a large stuffed bear. Around the thing's neck was an ID tag that read, "Marshmallow."
"Well, at last a more or less normal gift," Obi-Wan began. Then, he noticed that the toy was obviously used, its pink plush nearly threadbare at the ass end. He reached to touch it, and discovered a hole where the stitching had separated. His fingers slid inside. It was a snug fit, warm and soft, but not too soft. His eyes rose to meet Qui-Gon's. "You don't think . . ."
"Again, something to explore at another time."
"My turn," Obi-Wan said. He chose a long rectangular box wrapped in midnight blue. He read the tag. "This is from four people. Vermilion Flame, Keelywolfe, Rushlight, and The Rose."
He opened the box, and swallowed hard.
"Well?" Qui-Gon said somewhat impatiently when the silence stretched out. "What is it?"
Wordlessly, Obi-Wan withdrew an assortment of whips, riding crops, and floggers of every description. There were leather ones, braided ones, and one made of some kind of glossy black animal hair. They were in every color of the rainbow, from blood red to purest white to the exact shade of cobalt blue as Qui-Gon's eyes.
"Excellent," Qui-Gon said, his voice hoarse.
"Oh, yes." Obi-Wan laid the items aside and handed a small square box to Qui-Gon. "You open this one."
"This is from Emila-Wan Kenobi," Qui-Gon said as he read the tag. "A relative?"
Obi-Wan shrugged. "Not that I know of."
Qui-Gon ripped off the sparkling white paper to reveal several bottles of flavored oils, a white satin blindfold, and several long lengths of silk fabric. He wrapped one of the lengths of silk around his wrist, savoring the feel of it against his skin, then grinned across at his rather awe-struck lover. "It appears that, whoever these people are, they do know our tastes."
Obi-Wan swallowed again and nodded.
Obi-Wan chose a small, flat box wrapped in silvery gray and tied with blue and green ribbons. Inside was a padded leather collar. Etched into its pale gray leather was a blue and green monogram. He traced the flourished script with a fingertip, admiring the large letter J that was intertwined almost possessively over a much smaller letter K.
"May I?" Qui-Gon asked, and Obi-Wan nodded mutely as the master took the collar from his hands, fitting it around Obi-Wan's neck. It felt warm and snug, and entirely wonderful. The knight felt his arousal spike.
"Lovely," Qui-Gon whispered before removing it and placing the gift back in its box. "Who sent this?"
Obi-Wan glanced at the tag. "Someone named Obi-Ki."
"Interesting name." Qui-Gon reached for another gift. This one was covered in shiny red paper and tied with a braided silver cord. "It's from Franzi and Tem-ve."
He opened the box and withdrew a pair of fine-toothed nipple clamps. They were fastened together with a thin chain. Another, longer chain connected them to a silver cockring.
"Very nice," Obi-Wan said, reaching to test the weight and diameter of the cockring with his fingertips. He raised his eyes to meet Qui-Gon's, and the master received a mental image of himself, draped across the bed wearing this gift.
He swallowed hard. "Very nice indeed." Intent on holding off the lovemaking until later, he handed Obi-Wan another package to open. This one was wrapped in an iridescent foil that shifted from gray-green to deep blue and back again. The name on the tag was Master Jinn Kenobi.
"Another relative?" Qui-Gon asked.
Obi-Wan only shrugged as he removed the box lid. Inside was a pair of matching - and very large - butt plugs and two sets of gold nipple rings. "There's a note," he said, unfolding the linen paper. "It says, 'One for each of you.'"
He raised his eyes to meet Qui-Gon's. "Who are these people?"
"I don't know," Qui-Gon said. "But I like them." He rose and reached for the younger man's hand, his painfully hard cock winning out over his determination to wait. "Let's go to bed and try out some of these new toys."
"Not quite yet." Obi-Wan gestured at the large pile of unopened gifts. "We still need to unwrap the rest of these. Then, we'll try as many of the new things as possible."
"Promise?"
Obi-Wan grinned at the naked need in Qui-Gon's voice. "Oh, I promise." He found a large box wrapped in red and opened it. Inside was a pair of red silk trousers and butter-soft suede half-boots. From the size of them, they had obviously been made to fit Qui-Gon. He held them up speculatively. "Oh, yes, Master. You'll look very fetching in these."
"Who sent them?"
"Someone named Mac."
"Very nice." Qui-Gon picked up another, even larger box, and stripped off the lavender paper and bow. "This is from Binky. And it looks like more costumes," he said as he pulled out the first one. It was a pirate's outfit, replete with eye patch, thigh-high boots, and a ruffled shirt with long, billowy sleeves. Again, it was his size. The second, smaller costume, however, was obviously made for Obi-Wan. It was a gown made of yards of lavender silk with false breasts thoughtfully sewn inside the lining of the bodice. There was an actual corset and pads that went under the skirt to plump out the hips. A long, curly red wig completed the ensemble.
"You'll look lovely," he said, fighting to contain his amusement. Though truthfully, the thought of Obi-Wan dressed in yards and yards of lavender silk was further enflaming his desire.
If Obi-Wan's wanton expression was any indication, he was feeling much the same. He opened another gift, this one wrapped in gold foil with a pristine white bow. "This is from Inya Dreams," he said as he pulled out an array of scented candles and massage oil.
Qui-Gon growled low in his throat, desperately wanting to drag his bondmate into the bedroom, light all the candles, and ravish him until neither of them could walk. Instead, he picked up another box. Wrapped in electric blue, it was small and very flat, with the names Emma Grant, Jedi Rita, Helens, Clara Swift, and Elocin Oco on the tag. Inside were tickets to a dance club called "The Rising." He held them up for Obi-Wan to see.
"I've heard of that place," the knight said. "It's said that anything you can imagine, you can have there."
"All I want is you," Qui-Gon growled, reaching for him.
Obi-Wan fended him off with a chuckle and an upraised hand. "Patience, my Master. Let's open a few more gifts." Matching action to words, he chose a small square box wrapped in warm sepia paper. He read the tag aloud. "For spreading on whatever you want to taste, from RavenD." He ripped open the package to reveal a jar of thick, golden honey.
"Mmmmm," Qui-Gon murmured in appreciation. Impatiently, he grabbed another box, determined to get done with this part of the evening and on to the next. This gift was wrapped in multicolored paper of pink, green, white and black. Inside was a string of four stone spheres, two centimeters in diameter, strung ten centimeters apart on a coated silken strand of woven monofilament. Dangling from the end was an oversized ring big enough for two of his fingers. The spheres were black veined with white, white veined with pink, pink veined in green, and green veined with white, very smooth and highly polished. They were warm to the touch. He weighed them in his hand as he held them up for his lover to see.
"What are they?" Obi-Wan asked.
"Anal beads," Qui-Gon explained, his voice hoarse with desperate need. "Care to try them?"
"Oh, yes. As soon as we're finished here. Who sent them?"
"Writestuff."
Obi-Wan nodded and turned to the last large pile of gifts. They were nestled in the seat of Qui-Gon's favorite chair, all of almost identical size. Only the wrappings varied, reflecting every shade of the rainbow. He began to open them.
They all contained large containers of sexual lubricant.
He grinned over at Qui-Gon.
"We'll never run out of lube, that's for sure," the master said, reaching in to open a few more of the boxes. He paused long enough to read several of the tags. "Padawans Vesta, Chan, Kat, Ewankenobi, and Ula, from Clan Rose, Bant (the other one), Elizabeth Batagur, Laura McEwan, Bonny Magret, Alex-Law, Ms Nawilla, Cynical21, KatBear, Micehell, Master Elayna, Alex." He broke off, shaking his head. "And dozens more. Who the Force are all these people?"
"Friends, obviously," Obi-Wan said, helping to unwrap the seemingly endless bottles of lube.
Finally, the last present was opened, and Qui-Gon stalked toward his lover, growling low in his throat like a beast in heat. Obi-Wan blushed delightfully as he was swept off his feet and into strong arms.
"Wait!" he yelped as he was carried unceremoniously toward the bedroom. "Aren't we going to try out any of our gifts?"
"Later for them. For now, you're gift enough for me."
The End
*****
And now, for the credits:
Most if not all of these stories are available on the M/A archive. Here is a list, in order, of the titles and authors.
Music disc -- Black Velvet, by Kalujinn
Spurellian -- Standing Watch 04: Rock Pool, by The Emu
and Mrs Hamill
Silver hairbrush -- Call and Raise You One, by
Gloriana
Feel-You-Fill-Me -- Too Much Information, by Mali Wane
Gungan hand puppet -- Tongue Piercing, by Master
Yo-Gurt
"Marshmallow" -- Sweet Surprise, by Master Ruth and
Hilary
Whips/floggers -- Kiss of Leather, by Vermilion Flame;
Mementos Like Jewels, by Keelywolfe;
The Red Temple,
by Rushlight;
A Good Tongue Lashing, by The Rose
Silk ties, blindfold, oils -- Tie Me Down and Call Me
Padawan, by Emila-Wan Kenobi
Monogrammed collar - Repercussions, by Obi-Ki
Nipple clamps, chain, cockring -- Playing With Fire,
by Franzi and Tem-ve
Butt plugs and nipple rings -- Returning to the Scene
of the Claim, by Master Jinn Kenobi
Red silk trousers tucked and suede half-boots -
Claiming The Master, by Mac
Pirate's costume and lavender gown - Mummer's Night,
by Binky
Scented candles and massage oil -- Stress Relief, by
Inya Dreams
Tickets to a dance club called "The Rising" - from the
QAF series by Emma Grant, Jedi Rita, Helens, Clara
Swift & Elocin Oco
Jar of honey - Sweet Blame, by RavenD
Anal beads - Birthday Suite, by Writestuff
Lube - almost every story and every author in the M/A
archive. ;)