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Another Time And Place 2
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"How may we serve you, Master?" the younger one asked, all obedience and respect despite the fact that his blue-green eyes were still fogged with sleep. What was the boy's name again? Obin hyphen something or other.
"Oh, Padawan," he said silkily. "There are many ways you can serve me." He glanced at Qui-Gon, holding the openly defiant stare a moment or two longer than the boy found comfortable. Time enough that this one's rebelliousness was put to rest. Xanatos tightened his grip on the slender chin, purposely bruising. The boy flinched but was too obstinate to try to pull away. The Master smiled in triumph then shoved the boy away, turning his attention back to the young one. What was his name, anyway? No matter. Reaching down, Xanatos unfastened his leggings.
The boy trembled as he stared in mindless disbelief at the engorged cock just inches from his face.
"Take it in your mouth, Padawan," Xanatos instructed.
The boy moistened his lips nervously. "I've never done this before, Master," he said, his voice catching and breaking on the title.
"There's a first time for everything," Xanatos said, no hint of sympathy in his voice. "This is merely one way you will learn to please your Master, and you will learn it now." There was a touch of the Force behind those words, and the boy could not help but obey, leaning forward and closing his eyes as he placed his lips around the head of that massive organ.
"Yessss," Xanatos said, settling both hands on the back of the boy's head to hold him steady. "Use your tongue . . . oh, yes, that's good."
He pushed in deeper, feeling the boy gag and cough as the cock bumped the back of his throat. Xanatos entangled one hand in the short, spiky hair, wrapping the stubby braid around the other, and pulled him closer still.
"Relax your throat, boy," the Master ordered. Ignoring the strangling noises from his Padawan, he pumped once, twice, three times, finally shooting his seed down the boy's throat. Only then did he release him and shove him away.
Qui-Gon caught the younger boy before he hit the floor, then steadied him as he turned his head and vomited.
"You'll clean that up, of course," Xanatos said as he wiped himself clean and refastened his leggings.
"I'll do it, Master," Qui-Gon said, still supporting the younger boy. A resounding slap sent him toppling to the floor, his cheek already bruising to match his chin.
"He will do it," the Jedi demanded. "If he'd swallowed it as is proper, he wouldn't have made the mess in the first place."
"But, Obi-Wan didn't know that!" Qui-Gon insisted, his intense blue eyes flashing in anger.
Obi-Wan, right, Xanatos thought. Obi-Wan. Even as he made a mental note to remember the name, he cuffed Qui-Gon with the back of his hand, toppling him again. Obin-Wa gasped and reached for him, but the Master caught the boy's arm and restrained him. Ignoring Qui-Gon, who was pulling himself up and dabbing at the blood on the corner of his mouth, Xanatos pulled the young one to his feet and reached down for the flaccid cock, nearly hidden in the curly blonde hair at the boy's groin. He felt his Padawan tremble as he stroked it.
"Oh, yes," the Master said, his words coming out as little more than a sigh. "You like that, do you?"
"Uh, I don't know, Master," the boy stammered. But, despite his uncertainty, his cock was already beginning to fill and lift.
Xanatos smiled. "Well, get used to it." He glanced over at Qui-Gon, who was glaring daggers at him. Faster than thought, he reached out and grabbed the chin-length braid that hung from behind the older boy's right ear. Using it like a leash, he drew Qui-Gon face to face with the other boy. "Show Obin-Wa here how skillful you've become at pleasuring," he ordered.
"His name is Obi-Wan."
Xanatos backhanded him again, not with as much force, but hard enough to wring a cry of pain from him and nearly jerk the short braid out by the roots. "Do as I say!" he ordered.
Qui-Gon leaned forward and took just the head of the semi-erect penis in his mouth. Obi-Wan's blue-green eyes snapped open wide at the contact.
"Oh, yes. Just like that," Xanatos said. He tugged on the braid, and Qui-Gon relaxed his throat - a skill he'd learned a day or two ago. The Jedi Master glanced at the younger boy. If he wasn't careful, his eyes were going to stick that way. "See, Obi-Wan? There is pleasure to be had."
Qui-Gon may have only done this a few times, and never to anyone but Xanatos, but he was a quick study. He used his tongue on the sensitive underside of Obi-Wan's cock even as he sucked. Obi-Wan's knees gave way as he came, and Xanatos held him up by one arm, chuckling. Qui-Gon swallowed it all, not missing a drop, as he had been taught.
"Clean up your mess," Xanatos told Obi-Wan as he lowered him to the floor, "then return to bed. We'll be doing 'saber training at first light."
"I can't believe he made us do that," Obi-Wan said quietly, rinsing his mouth out for the hundredth time. He glanced across at the older boy, who was stretched out on his bed. Both of them were still naked and supposed to be sleeping. But after Xanatos fell asleep, Qui-Gon had slipped into Obi-Wan's room to be certain he was all right.
"Believe it," Qui-Gon said. His deep blue eyes were narrowed in barely contained rage. "I've only been his Padawan for five days, and I've already done it enough to get good at it."
The idea made Obi-Wan feel queasy again. He picked idly at a bit of imaginary lint on the bedspread. "Did your first Master ever make you do it to him?"
Though to outward appearances he was nonchalant, Qui-Gon shifted uncomfortably before answering. "Only once," he said. "But it was different with him. I --- well, I wanted to do it. He was really nice and he was so lonely. I was his only Padawan, you know? We'd been away on missions for a really long time and --- well, one thing just led to the other."
"Did you love him?"
Qui-Gon ran a hand through his short dark hair, stopping to finger his braid. "As a Master, yes. As a lover --- no. I just, you know, cared about him a lot." He sat up. "I better go. We've both got to get some sleep tonight. Master Xanatos says we're going to do 'saber drills in the morning."
Obi-Wan nodded. He took a big drink of water, but spit it back into the glass instead of swallowing. He could still taste his Master's cum. He looked up to see Qui-Gon watching him.
"You gonna be all right?" the older boy asked.
"Yes. Good night, Qui. See you in the morning."
"Sure. 'Night, Obi."
"Harder!" Xanatos called out. "Faster!"
Qui-Gon ground his teeth together and forced himself to move faster, driving forward relentlessly, his lightsaber sizzling as it impacted the younger boy's. Their blades were set at half strength --- enough to cause a really nasty burn should one of them fail to block. He could feel Obi-Wan's fear in the Force. Just out of the Initiate Ranks, Obi-Wan had never before been forced into combat this intense.
One of Qui-Gon's parries got through, and Obi-Wan hissed as he took a hit to his shoulder. Instantly, Qui-Gon backed off instead of pressing his advantage.
"Stop!" their Master roared.
Both boys deactivated their 'sabers and turned to face the angry dark eyes.
"Why did you do that?" Xanatos demanded, gripping Qui-Gon by the arm, his fingers biting into the muscle. "You could have defeated him! Instead, you backed away!"
"Obi-Wan isn't very good at this, yet," the older boy tried to explain. "He was hurt and ---"
"How will he ever learn if he's pampered like this?" the Master demanded. Roughly, he shoved the Padawan away, not caring that the boy bounced hard off the wall before collapsing to the floor. He turned toward Obi-Wan and brought up his own weapon. "Defend yourself!" he yelled as he ignited it.
It was a brief battle, ending with Obi-Wan on his back on the floor, a searing stripe along the front of his bare chest, his Master's blade a fraction of an inch from his throat. Only then did Xanatos deactivate his lightsaber.
"Not bad," he said, clipping the weapon back to his belt and drawing the boy to his feet with one hand as if he were weightless. "But, some of your defenses are weak. They need work." He turned to Qui-Gon, who had pulled himself up and was holding the back of his head. "Get back in here, boy," he ordered, stepping back from the center of the room.
Pushing his pain aside, Qui-Gon stepped forward. He watched silently as Obi-Wan did the same, and soon they were dueling again. It was nearly two long hours later before they were finally allowed to stop. By then, exhaustion was rolling off of the younger boy in waves. Qui-Gon, though two years older and more accustomed to harsh training, wasn't in much better shape.
"Enough," Xanatos said, waving one hand to signal the end of the match. Obi-Wan was swaying on his feet, but his Master barely glanced at him. "Return to your quarters and work on your studies. I have an engagement. I will be back in time for late meal, but probably not before."
When their Master had left the training salle, Obi-Wan turned to the older Padawan. "Does he always push this hard?" he panted.
Qui-Gon nodded. "Yes. He's very good, but he's ruthless. He will tolerate no weakness." He eyed the younger boy speculatively, taking in the two new burns. "We'd better stop by the Healer's and have those wounds seen to."
Obi-Wan stooped to pick up his tunic and robe and winced as he slipped into them. "How about you?" he asked, remembering how hard the older boy had hit the wall. "How's your head?"
"Hard, fortunately," Qui-Gon said with a rueful grin. "Come on."
The boys had already eaten by the time Xanatos returned. He was in a foul mood, and his Padawans instinctively kept a low profile as they reheated his meal and served it to him, along with a steaming cup of his favorite tea.
He eyed them speculatively as they knelt before him, heads bowed. "What is the name of the major political group on Seltus Prime?" he asked suddenly, directing the question at Obi-Wan.
"The First Party, Master," the boy said immediately.
Xanatos nodded his approval. "And, the proper method of addressing a high-ranking official?"
"'High Sovereign,' Master."
"Good." He glanced at Qui-Gon. "And you, Padawan - tell me the position a youth such as yourself is to assume when in the presence of a high official."
"Three steps behind, eyes down, if moving. On one knee if stopped."
"Yes. I see you have both studied hard. I'm pleased. Now, to bed with both of you. Early in the morning, we have a meeting with the High Sovereign T'ten'tilul, seven levels down. He is here to inquire about selling mining rights to the Harlac Corporation and wishes to discuss his proposal with me first."
This brought Qui-Gon's head up. "May I ask, Master, why are we meeting him seven levels down? Why not here, at the Temple? Or at the Senate?"
"He wishes to keep a low profile, Padawan," Xanatos said.
Qui-Gon's forehead creased, but he didn't say anything further as he got to his feet. "Goodnight, Master. Goodnight, Obi-Wan."
Qui-Gon was nearly asleep when he heard his door being opened. He squinted into the sudden brightness, seeing his Master's silhouette moving slowly toward him.
"Master?" he asked, a ripple of fear tickling his spine.
"Padawan," Xanatos said, and Qui-Gon winced. He knew that tone. "I have need of your services."
Qui-Gon bit his lip, but only briefly. He had learned already the price of hesitation. Throwing aside the covers, he slid to his knees on the floor. "Yes, Master."
Xanatos stopped before him, so near that the boy could feel his body heat. "Pleasure me, Padawan," he ordered as he reached for the front of his leggings, freeing his erection.
Qui-Gon moistened his lips, then leaned forward to engulf the already dripping head. He shuddered at the taste and began to work the turgid flesh with his tongue. Xanatos moaned his appreciation, a thrust of his hips sending his cock deeper into the wet haven of Qui-Gon's mouth.
"Yes," he hissed. "Just like that . . ."
Qui-Gon closed his eyes, willing his throat to relax as Xanatos pushed deeper still, nearly choking him. He sucked, hard, knowing that the sooner his Master came, the sooner this would be over. He was surprised when Xanatos suddenly pulled out, backing away. A hand ghosted through his hair, then slid under his chin to bring his face up.
"Are you still a virgin, boy?"
Qui-Gon swallowed hard, gazing up into his Master's eyes. He nodded, and a thumb stroked across his lips, drawing the lower one down.
"Hmmm," Xanatos said. He took a single step back. "Stand up, Qui-Gon."
The Force - or was it his own mind? - chirped a warning as Qui-Gon got to his feet. He stood still under his Master's scrutiny, struggling not to shiver.
"Turn around."
Qui-Gon swallowed again but obeyed. He couldn't suppress his shudder this time as cool fingertips traced the muscles in his back, moving slowly downward until they dipped into his crack. A gasp escaped him as one blunt appendage pressed inside him.
"Master!" he yelped. He tried to flinch away, but a strong hand caught his already bruised arm and held him steady.
"So tight," Xanatos murmured appreciatively. "So damn tight . . ."
"It hurts, Master," Qui-Gon said.
"Hurts?" Xanatos' grip tightened, bringing real pain, and the single digit was withdrawn only to be replaced by two.
"Ow!" Qui-Gon shouted, squirming as they impaled him deeply. "Master, stop!"
The fingers rammed in deeper, shoving Qui-Gon forward toward the bed. "Never," his Master warned, his voice like the snap of a whip, "never tell me what to do, Padawan!" His fingers still pressed inside knuckle deep, he toppled the boy face down over the edge of the bed. "You," he said, pulling slightly out and ramming in again, "are my Padawan." He repeated the action, feeling the tight, dry heat of Qui-Gon's anus abrading his fingers. "You will do ---" He rammed them in again. "--- whatever I say!"
Xanatos jerked his fingers out and replaced them with the head of his cock, pushing against the puckered opening. His hands clamped vise-like onto the slender hips, his foot kicking the boy's legs further apart. "Is that ---" He pressed forward, forcing his way past muscles that struggled to keep him out. " --- clear?"
"Yes, Master!" Qui-Gon shrieked, his hands clinching convulsively in the sheets as his body was violated.
"Good." Xanatos levered his hips, burying himself to the hilt, heedless of his Padawan's scream of pain. He held the boy still as he began to thrust into the unyielding tightness. Oh, great Sith gods, but the boy was tight! He took his pleasure, pumping faster and faster toward completion, as Qui-Gon writhed and sobbed beneath him. When at last his climax washed over him, he collapsed forward onto the smaller body, crushing it mercilessly into the bed. Only the sound of his Padawan struggling for breath brought him finally to his feet.
"Not bad for your first time," he said as he tucked his spent member away. He patted the trembling hip with one hand. "Now, into bed. We have a busy day tomorrow."
Without another word, he left, heedless of the blood that trickled from the torn anus or the stifled sounds of crying from his Padawan. Nor did he know that Obi-Wan, his ear pressed to his closed door of his own bedroom, was wiping away sympathetic tears of his own.
Obi-Wan had never been anywhere on Coruscant except in the Temple, and the atmosphere of the lower levels startled him. "I never realized it'd be this dark and dirty down here," he commented, following a step behind his Master and at Qui-Gon's left elbow. He had stayed close to Qui-Gon all morning, offering his silent support and comfort after the events of the night before.
"The upper levels get most of the sunlight," Xanatos explained absently, his eyes scanning the recessed doorways ahead of them. "And I doubt that anyone who lives here cares too much about how clean the streets are." Abruptly, he spotted what he was looking for. "There it is," he said, pointing. "The Revere. T'ten'tilul should already be there." He glanced back at the boys. "Be on your best behavior. Do not embarrass me."
"We won't, Master," Obi-Wan answered for both of them. They followed their Master into the dingy, noisy pub, blinking to accustom their eyes to the odd yellow lighting. Ahead, at a table in the corner, sat a tall, willowy humanoid with a high-domed forehead and darting eyes half hidden under folds of sagging skin. He stood as they approached. Immediately, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon went down on one knee, gazes locked on the floor.
"Welcome to Coruscant, High Sovereign," Xanatos said. He bowed formally, his hands hidden inside his sleeves. "I trust your journey was pleasant?"
"It was not," T'ten'tilul said in a raspy, nasal voice. "And I am completely unimpressed with your over-crowded planet. The sooner we complete our business, the sooner I can leave."
"Yes, High Sovereign," the Jedi Master said, his voice smooth and cool. "I suggest we adjourn to a private room for our negotiations . . ."
"Unnecessary," the man snapped. He reached into a pocket of his long gray robe and pulled out a small, neatly wrapped packet. "Here is the payment we discussed, plus a substantial bonus. I trust this will ensure our mining contract?"
Obi-Wan shifted uncomfortably. Their Master was accepting a bribe? He glanced at Qui-Gon. One look at the expression of silent outrage on the older boy's face was enough to convince him that he was right. The question was, what could they do about it?
Xanatos, meanwhile, had snatched the packet and shoved it into his own robe, a curse escaping his lips. "This was meant to be a private matter, High Sovereign," he growled.
"Surely no one here cares about our personal affairs," T'ten'tilul said, stepping back from the table as if the discussion were at an end. "Unless you don't trust these two boys that you so carelessly brought with you."
"These 'boys' are my Padawans," Xanatos said.
T'ten'tilul waved the explanation off. "Our deal is concluded, then," he said.
"No, it isn't," Qui-Gon said, rising to his feet and meeting T'ten'tilul's gaze with his own. "My Master has no right to make such a deal with you. It is against the Code ---" He broke off with a gasp as a blow from Xanatos drove him to the floor. A second blow split open the skin on his temple and nearly knocked him unconscious.
"Don't, Master!" he heard Obi-Wan shout. Dimly, he was aware that Obi-Wan was on his feet as well, risking all by challenging the Jedi Master. The sound of a fist impacting flesh brought Qui-Gon's head up. He reached up, grabbing the arm that was drawn back, ready to strike again.
Dark eyes flashed dangerously in the yellow lighting. "Release me!" Xanatos spat.
Qui-Gon obeyed, turning his attention to Obi-Wan, who was pulling himself up onto his knees and nursing a rapidly blackening eye.
"These 'Padawans' of yours are going to be trouble, Xanatos," T'ten'tilul warned.
"I will deal with my Padawans," Xanatos told him. He waved the High Sovereign off. "Please, T'ten'tilul, do not concern yourself." He glared down at the two boys. "I will insure their silence."
"See that you do," T'ten'tilul said. Without another word, he slipped away, leaving Xanatos alone with his charges.
"Attend me," he ordered tightly.
Neither boy dared speak as he led them out the club's back door and into a sheltered alleyway. There, he whirled on them, his eyes narrowed. "Do you know what you just did?" he said in a low, tight voice that frightened his Padawans more than a shout would have. "You are sworn to obey me, to respect me ---"
"And, you are sworn to obey the Code!" Qui-Gon said. He tried to duck the fist but wasn't quite quick enough. It caught him in the stomach, folding him double with agony, driving the breath from him.
"Stop it, Master!" he heard Obi-Wan shout. The words were broken off as Xanatos grabbed the younger boy by the throat.
"You will pay for this," he growled. "You will both pay!" His fingers tightened, cutting off Obi-Wan's air, and his other hand backhanded the boy across the cheek.
Qui-Gon struggled to his feet, listening in horror as blow after blow rained down on the helpless Obi-Wan. His heart screamed at him to do something, warring with his training, with his vows of obedience and respect, and his heart won. He lowered his head and rammed Xanatos in the side, hard enough to jar loose his grip and send him stumbling away. To his horror, his Master grabbed his lightsaber and ignited it.
"Now you've done it, boy," the man snarled, taking a step closer as he raised his blade.
"NO!" Obi-Wan screamed. He launched himself at Xanatos, grappling for the weapon. They fell heavily against the stone wall. There was a sickening, wet thump, like the sound of a ripe melon bursting open, and Xanatos sagged to the ground.
Obi-Wan pulled the deactivated lightsaber from his hands and stumbled away, swaying on his feet. He stared down into open, sightless eyes. "Is he . . .?"
Cautiously, Qui-Gon bent and checked for a pulse.
"Dead," he said after a moment, his heart pounding a staccato beat in his chest. He turned to meet Obi-Wan's horrified gaze.
"I had to do it!" the younger boy exclaimed. "He - he was going to kill you!"
"Yes, he was." Qui-Gon gathered Obi-Wan into his arms, enfolding him tightly. "It's not your fault. If you hadn't done it, I would have."
Obi-Wan was trembling. "But - but, what do we do now? What will happen to us when the Council finds out?"
"The Council can't know," Qui-Gon said, making his decision. "We're going to have to leave Coruscant, as quickly as we can. Maybe they'll think that whoever killed our Master killed us, too."
"But, won't they look for us?"
"We'll just have to make sure that they can't find us," Qui-Gon told him. He bent back over the cooling body, withdrawing the credit pouch from inside the robe and tucking it into his own. "Come on." He headed out of the alley, stopping after a moment to find Obi-Wan still standing over the body of their Master. He returned and caught the younger boy by the hand. "Come on," he repeated urgently. "We've got to get out of here."
Still clutching Xanatos' lightsaber, Obi-Wan let himself be led away.
For hours they traveled, long after the sun had risen to its highest point in the Coruscant sky. Finally, Qui-Gon led the way into an abandoned building, its thermocrete walls crumbling with neglect. Here, in a quiet, shadowed corner, the two boys finally sat down.
Obi-Wan drew his knees up and wrapped his arms around them. "I can't believe I killed him," he whispered.
"It was an accident," Qui-Gon said in much the same tone. "You didn't mean to do it, did you?"
Obi-Wan's eyes grew round. "No! No, I only meant to stop him from killing you!"
Qui-Gon nodded. "Then, you did nothing wrong."
"If I did nothing wrong, why did we run away? Why are we hiding?"
"Everyone inside that club heard us arguing with our Master. What do you think the authorities will believe when they find him dead?"
"But, the Council will understand," Obi-Wan said, leaning forward. "They will know that I didn't mean for it to happen."
"Xanatos was a respected Jedi Master," the older boy reminded the younger. "Do you really think they'll believe that he was going to kill me? Or even that he was accepting bribes?"
"But, we have proof!"
"We have nothing," Qui-Gon said. "I took the money, remember?" he said, patting the front of his robe where the credit pouch was hidden. "If the Council had found it on him, they might have believed us. But, if we'd left it, someone would have searched the body and stolen it long before the authorities arrived."
Obi-Wan sighed, sagging back against the wall. "What are we going to do, Qui?" he asked.
"I've been thinking about that," Qui-Gon said. "There's bound to be enough money here to book us passage off planet. I was thinking about Carennel. I was there once, with my first Master. We'd be considered adults there. We can get jobs, blend in with the locals."
Obi-Wan nodded slowly. He lowered his head until his chin rested on his knees. "Coruscant is the only home I've ever known," he said sadly.
"I know." Qui-Gon glanced over at the younger boy. Obi-Wan was shivering, though more with fear and reaction than with cold, he suspected. He edged closer and slid one arm around Obi-Wan's shoulders.
"Thanks, Qui," Obi-Wan said softly.
Qui-Gon's eyebrows rose. "For what? I'm the one who got us into this mess in the first place. If I hadn't spoken up . . ."
"If you hadn't, I would have," Obi-Wan told him. He snuggled in closer, laying his head on Qui-Gon's shoulder. "I meant, thank you for taking care of me."
"You're welcome," Qui-Gon said. "And, by the way, your eye is all black and blue."
Obi-Wan nodded. "I thought it would be. He hit me really hard." He pulled away to look up into the blue eyes next to him. "What about you?" he asked, remembering the blows Qui-Gon had taken. "Are you hurt?"
Qui-Gon shrugged fractionally. "My head hurts a little is all," he admitted. Immediately, Obi-Wan pulled loose of his arms.
"Here," the younger boy ordered. "Let me see it."
Qui-Gon obeyed, then flinched as Obi-Wan's fingers probed at the swelling cut across his temple.
"Qui, this looks really bad!" Obi-Wan said.
"I told you before - I have a hard head. I'll be fine."
"But, you need a healer."
Qui-Gon shook his head, then winced at the movement. "No. No healers. I just need to rest."
Obi-Wan bit his lower lip, but didn't argue. He slid back against the older boy and drew him close, his head once again finding Qui-Gon's shoulder. "I heard what happened last night," he said softly after a long silence. "What he did to you was so wrong."
Qui-Gon stiffened slightly. "He's my Master," he began, then he caught himself. "He *was* my Master," he corrected. "He had the right to ---"
"It was rape," Obi-Wan said firmly, lifting his head until his eyes met Qui-Gon's. "It was rape, Qui, and no one should have the right to do that." He reached up to gently stroke the narrow face, fingertips trailing lightly over the bruises Xanatos had placed there. "No one."
Touched by the boy's concern, Qui-Gon kissed the fingertips, watching as Obi-Wan's pupils dilated in the dim light from the window behind them. They stared into each other's eyes for a long time, then Qui-Gon let his gaze roam over the soft, smooth skin of the younger boy. He reached up to brush aside a strand of red-gold hair that had worked loose from Obi-Wan's braid, his hand lingering there as if of its own volition.
Obi-Wan leaned into it, half closing his eyes. "Qui," he said, his voice tremulous and barely audible. "I'm so afraid."
Qui-Gon let his thumb stroke across Obi-Wan's cheekbone. "You don't have to be," he said in a matching voice. "I'll take care of you."
Blue-green eyes met blue ones. "Take care of me, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan said. He reached up to cover Qui-Gon's hand with his own, tugging it gently down toward the growing bulge in his leggings.
Qui-Gon gulped, his own arousal sudden and demanding. "Yes," he breathed, and leaned in to capture the tempting mouth only inches from his own.
The kiss was tender and slow, just a merging of lips. Soon, however, Qui-Gon pressed forward with the tip of his tongue, drawing lazy circles and asking permission. Obi-Wan granted it, opening his mouth slightly. He gasped as Qui-Gon mapped out the uncharted territory, tracing the contours and learning the younger boy's taste.
Need for air finally broke off the kiss, but Qui-Gon shifted his attention to the side of Obi-Wan's neck, gently nipping and sucking until he found a spot below the boy's left ear that made Obi-Wan moan and squirm. Grinning against the warm skin, Qui-Gon concentrated his assault there. Soon, Obi-Wan was flat on his back on the floor, Qui-Gon bent over him, though neither could say how they got there.
"Feels so good, Qui," Obi-Wan gasped, his hands entwining in Qui-Gon's short hair and writhing in his arms. Clothes were pulled off and flung aside, bare skin worshipped, and Qui-Gon worked his way down Obi-Wan's body until he reached the sparse, curly hair at his groin and the erection rising up from it.
"Yes!" Obi-Wan hissed, his hips arching up eagerly as Qui-Gon nuzzled against that heated flesh.
As his lips closed over the head, Qui-Gon couldn't help but remember the last time he had done this. A sharp tug on his braid made his look up.
"Don't," Obi-Wan warned, his eyes flashing with sudden intensity. "Don't think about Xanatos now. He's dead, and he can never hurt either of us again."
Qui-Gon felt himself frown. "How did you know --?"
Obi-Wan blinked, startled. "I don't know," he admitted with a lop-sided smile. "I don't know how, but I hear what you're thinking."
Qui-Gon grinned back. "I think we're bonding," he said, stroking one hand along the bare hip beneath him.
Obi-Wan's smile widened. "Really? Like bonding bonding?"
"I think so." Qui-Gon hesitated. "Do you want this, Obi?" he asked, suddenly unsure of himself. "We're both still young and there may be someone else someday that you ---"
Obi-Wan pressed his fingers to Qui-Gon's lips and silenced him. "I don't want anyone but you, Qui. Only you."
Qui-Gon sighed, feeling the new bond swelling in his heart. "Only you," he repeated. "And, speaking of you . . ." He swallowed the younger boy's erection whole, working his tongue along the underside until Obi-Wan screamed out his name, shooting cum down his throat. He suckled until the last of the spasms died away, then let the flaccid organ slip from his mouth. Scooting up, he covered Obi-Wan's mouth with his own, sharing the boy's taste. Then, he gasped as a firm hand found his still unsatisfied cock.
"Your turn," Obi-Wan said with an impish grin. He pushed Qui-Gon off of him and drew his legs up, hooking his elbows behind his knees. "Take me," he said to the shocked and hungry blue eyes that stared down at him.
"Are you sure?" Qui-Gon asked. "We don't have any lube, and it might hurt."
"I don't care. Take me. Complete the bond. I don't want to lose you, not now, not ever."
Qui-Gon planted a gentle kiss on the swollen lips. "You won't lose me," he promised. He came to his knees and wet one finger, carefully pressing it against the tightly puckered opening until the muscles loosened and allowed him entrance. "Sith, but you're tight," he moaned, twisting the finger around.
"Feels good," Obi-Wan said, eyes closed in pleasure.
Qui-Gon grinned. "It's going to feel better," he said, replacing one finger with two. He moved cautiously as Obi-Wan stiffened, taking his time. After a few minutes, his fingers were moving in and out freely, and his soon-to-be lover was writhing on the floor, making little mewing sounds and breathing rapidly.
"Now, Qui!" Obi-Wan said. "Now, please, before I explode!"
Qui-Gon glanced down at the boy's cock. It had refilled rapidly and was already wet and dripping at the tip. With a wicked grin, he leaned down to plant a kiss over the small slit.
"Ah!" Obi-Wan gasped, arching up. "Don't! Too close! I don't want to come until you're inside me!"
"Then, let me inside, Obi," Qui-Gon said, removing his fingers and positioning himself at the loosened opening. He groaned as he pushed into the hot channel. "Ohhh, Obi . . . " he moaned, continuing his slow glide inside. He opened himself fully to the other's Force presence, checking for pain and relieved when he found only minor discomfort. To take Obi-Wan's mind off of it, he reached down and fisted the boy's throbbing erection. "Love you, Obi-Wan," he said.
"Love you, too."
Sheathed fully, Qui-Gon stopped to give the younger boy a chance to get used to his size. "I'll never leave you," he promised.
"You'd - better not!" Obi-Wan gasped. He wrapped his legs around Qui-Gon's back, his hands reaching up to entwine in the short hair. "Move, Qui. Please --- move!"
With another grin, Qui-Gon obeyed, pulling slowly out then pressing in again. Faster and faster, angling his strokes until he found the spot that made Obi-Wan cry out in pleasure. He aimed for it again and again, his pace increasing as his own climax drew near. They came together, each crying out the other's name, before collapsing onto the cold, dusty floor.
"That was - wonderful," Obi-Wan said a few minutes later when his brain finally clicked back into gear.
Qui-Gon snuggled close, planting a light kiss on Obi-Wan's smooth cheek. "Yes." He reached out along their new bond, and was surprised at the strength of it.
"Is it a life bond?" Obi-Wan asked, feeling the change as well.
"I think so." Qui-Gon came up onto one elbow, gazing down into Obi-Wan's face. He smiled at the flushed skin, the swollen lips, and the half-hooded eyes.
"What?"
"Nothing," Qui-Gon said, kissing the tip of his bondmate's nose. "Except that you look well and thoroughly fucked."
Obi-Wan giggled. "Do I?"
"Mmmm hmmm." Qui-Gon sat up, stretching. He glanced at the window with an audible sigh. "We should really be going," he said reluctantly. "The sooner we get off planet, the less likely the Council will be to find us."
"I suppose," Obi-Wan said. He groaned as he sat up. "Oh, that was wonderful, but I don't think I'll enjoy sitting down very much for awhile."
Qui-Gon flashed him a grin and got to his feet, extending a hand down to draw Obi-Wan up. "Come on," he said, tossing the younger boy his clothes. "We'll see about getting a ride to the space port. It's way too far to walk."
"Okay."
They dressed quickly, then slipped out of the building into the mostly deserted streets. They had gone only a block or two, searching for an aircab, when Qui-Gon halted, senses on alert.
"Do you feel that?" he asked after a moment.
Obi-Wan reached out for the Force, and drew in a sharp breath. "Jedi," he hissed, glancing over his shoulder toward the center of the disturbance. "And, close by."
Qui-Gon nodded. He turned slowly around, checking for other signs of Force users. "This way," he said at last, pointing toward a narrow alley to their left. Together, they hurried into it. They had gone only a few meters, however, when a familiar voice stopped them.
"In such a hurry, are you?"
The boys froze. Ahead of them, half concealed in a shadow, stood Master Yoda himself.
"Know about Xanatos, we do," the small green Master said without preamble. "Not at fault, you boys were. Heard him accept a bribe, many in the bar did. A witness we have even to his abuse in the alleyway. In self defense you acted."
"T-then, we're not in trouble?" Obi-Wan stammered.
Large green ears drooped slightly as Yoda stepped forward. "Unhappy I am that running away you chose, rather than returning to the Temple. But, no. In trouble you are not."
Qui-Gon sighed then shifted uneasily. "What will happen to us, now, Master Yoda?" He glanced sideways at Obi-Wan. "We've bonded. We don't want to be separated."
Yoda nodded. "Know this too, I do. Considered the problem, I have." He moved closer and motioned to both boys to kneel before him. He gazed into their eyes, studying them with the Force. After a long moment, he spoke again. "Wish you both as my Padawans, I do. Acceptable this is?"
The boys exchanged startled glances, then a huge smile spread across Obi-Wan's face. "We'd like that very much, Master," he said.
"Done, it is then," Yoda said. He tapped Qui-Gon lightly on the shoulder. "Carry your poor old Master, you should. When 800 years old you reach, traipse all over Coruscant you will not, hmmm?"
Qui-Gon laughed as he leaned forward, assisting Master Yoda onto his shoulders. When he rose, he drew Obi-Wan into his arms. "See?" he whispered into the younger boy's ear. "I told you it'd be all right, didn't I?"
Obi-Wan nodded against his chest. "Yes," he said, sighing with satisfaction. He stepped back and met their new Master's eyes. "Let's go home. I've had quite enough of the lower levels, Master, if you know what I mean."
"Know I do, my Padawan," Yoda answered. "Know I do."
The End