A/U: Qui-Gon shows the other side of himself to Obi-Wan.
spoilers, my AU is flexible always. Anyone under the age of 65
is too young for this story! Kink.
Rating: R, working on X.
Category: First time, angst
Core smut. Obi is twenty - three.
It had been a long month for Qui-Gon, but not because of any
harrowing off world missions. Being assigned library duties
while Master Urog recovered from the Bendian flu wasn't his
idea of exciting. The hours were long and tedious, and if any
of the creche didn't come in from time to time he'd fall asleep
completely. Their endless questions and enthusiasm reminded him
of a certain padawan he missed.
He and Obi-Wan hadn't been together for two months. His
adventurous padawan had decided to volunteer duty at the
AgriCorps for a while since they were short handed in the
fields. They had a long discussion about the direction their
relationship was taking, and the possible consequences of
defying the Code. Were it just a matter of feelings, the choice
would be an easy one. Qui-Gon smiled to himself at the study
station. Just thinking about Obi-Wan got his blood up. The
Code, he mused, was becoming a canker in his mind, vexing and
unyielding in it's precepts. Adding to his vexation was the
fact that his padawan had been somewhat taunting when they
parted.
"Don't worry Master, I'll be back before you realize I'm gone."
"Perhaps, padawan, but how will I occupy my time without you
here? Even a Jedi Master requires some diversion" Qui-Gon's
eyes twinkled.
"Ah, well" the young man laughed brightly, teasing. "I'm sure
you can get together with the other Masters and do something
mental, like ponder the mysteries of the universe" the ocean
eyes grew somber. He took Qui-Gon's hands in his own. "I'll
miss you. Why not enjoy yourself, Master, you are always so
restrained and proper. Someone would think you're a century old
the way you carry yourself sometimes. I know I plan to enjoy
myself" he gave a quick wink, "I hear there are some new
hot spots and clubs along the Rim. Who knows, maybe I'll get
lucky!"
Qui-Gon gave him a subdued smile. "Ever the adventurous one. I
don't doubt you'll have a good time, provided you have the
energy after farming."
Qui-Gon reflected on Obi-Wan's words. Is that what he truly
thinks of me?? he pondered, annoyed. Being a Jedi Master
doesn't lend itself to public displays and frolic. A wicked
grin spread on his face. So, my padawan, you think you know
everything about me, all my aspects? I waited for you to be
ripe for my loving so that I may teach you things the Council
would forbid. Carefully have I leashed myself, as I know we are
being monitored. If truth be told the Council is correct in
being concerned. I have never been the best Jedi at controlling
my feelings. Yoda and Mace have often said over the years that
if I didn't stop feeding my emotions to the force, I would most
likely turn. As a Master I have learned to temper and channel
my emotions, but it is still a continuous battle, they always
rage within. I must plan this carefully. My padawan returns in
two days.
"Master Jinn?" a small curly haired padawan tugged at his
sleeve.
"Hmm?" Jinn started. "Forgive me, child. I was preoccupied. Do
you need help?"
"Yes, Master Jinn. I need the reference guide for Katras of
pleasure."
Qui-Gon had to smile. "Aren't you a little young for such
material?"
The round eyes surveyed him in shock. "Oh, no, Master Jinn, not
that version! I just need the index regarding the
philosophy and how it relates to eternal happiness."
"I see. Well, let's look it up" Jinn punched in his computer.
"What's your name?"
The girl brightened. "Shari Woorl, sir. My Master is Ooreth."
Qui-Gon's eyebrows went up. "Indeed. Wait right here while I
get your disc" he went to the storage shelves indexes. "Ah,
here it is" he returned and handed the disc to the girl. "Now
remember to bring this back in three days, all right?"
She smiled broadly. "Yes, Master Jinn. I promise" she bowed,
flushed.
He laughed. "Get on with you then, before Ooreth thinks I've
detained you."
Another smile, and the girl scooted from the reference room.
Qui-Gon laughed aloud again. Children reading about pleasure
katras? It was too funny. Hmm. What he had planned for a
certain padawan would be many things but not 'funny.' First
things first. It was time to catch a shuttle to the downtown
district. He had some shopping to do and arrangements to
make...
Obi-Wan returned from the Agricorps exhausted. Many of the
crops had severe blight and the soil in the acreages had been
used up. Turning over the grounds had taken seven crews in
shifts, but slowly the crops responded. Well, I'll just be
less enthusiastic in volunteering next time and keep my big
mouth shut. When he returned to his shared quarters with
Qui-Gon, he noticed it hadn't looked occupied in days. Odd.
What could his Master be about? He looked in the study. Ah, a
note.
'Obi-Wan. Meet me at the Juyy Hotel in the downtown district.
Clean up, and bring along a change of clothes. There is a gold
box in the foyer. Bring it along with you, and I will explain
when you get here. I look forward to seeing you again, my
padawan.'
Obi-Wan felt a flush of pleasure. What was this about? Their
conversation about the bond? Would Qui-Gon dare to openly defy
the Council? His heart sank at the thought. No, it must be
something else. His long braid flipped around like a whipcord
with subconscious use of the force. It was a nervous habit
Qui-Gon often teased him about. Another dull mission maybe? Why
all the secrecy then?
Obi-Wan ran his hands through his hair. Well, I'm getting
nowhere speculating. May as well clean up and get going. He
smiled. Qui-Gon always seemed to think of everything.
Qui-Gon had all the arrangements made. The clerk was to direct
his Padawan to the upstairs suite. Everything was in place. He
went into the bedroom to get dressed. When I am done with
you, Padawan, you will be mine forever.
Obi-Wan arrived at the Juyy hotel five hours later. It was an
impressive facility. Large, airy hallways, controlled color
lighting, blooming plants everywhere. People bustling about
their business. He went over to the marble front desk area. A
pale green skinned, red haired man with a wiry moustache stood
attendance.
"Excuse me good sir. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. I have a
reservation for room 16A?" he displayed an ID chip.
The man shuffled on his computer. "Let's see, Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Oh yes, young man. Your guest awaits you upstairs. That's our
luxury suite on the top floor. Please wait while I get your
escort" he pressed a light panel for an attendant.
Obi-Wan was amazed. What the frack was going on? Was there an
important mechant or politician Qui-Gon had sequestered up
there? He reached out with his mind...
/Master?/
//Come to me, Padawan.//
Something in the mental tone gave him shivers. Uneasy
anticipation danced along his nerves.
"Sir? Your escort is here."
Obi-Wan started. A tall heavyset man in a blue attendant
uniform awaited him.
"Follow me, young sir" he said in a lilting voice.
In mute surprise, Obi-Wan followed him up. Once off the
duro-lift, they went down an ornate hall with marble pillars
and plush carpet.
"Your room, sir" the man nodded and retreated.
Inexplicably, Obi-Wan felt apprehension along with nervousness.
Ridiculous. It was just his Master and some diplomat, probably.
He wasn't going to act like some unsophisticated doobing. He
pressed a side panel and stepped in.
And saw no one. The room was a palace, coordinated in several
delicate pastel shades. More plush carpet. Satin curtains, lush
plants, marble ceiling tile. Polished wooden furniture in the
dining area. A large textured mirror in the hallway. Crushed
velvet living area furniture.It was almost hedonistic. He had
no idea what the bedroom looked like.
"All in good time, Obi-Wan. Patience."
The startled Jedi turned. What he saw made his jaw drop.
Qui-Jon was magnificent. The powerful body rippled underneath a
blue satin robe and thigh high black leather boots. His well
known endowment was dressed with a gold cock ring at the tip.
His hair had grown longer than it had ever been, a long thick
braid which trailed around his neck, down his chest and to his
waist. It was decorated with a gold cord plaited through. His
navel wore a red jewel.
"Obi-Wan, sit down before you fall down."
The young Jedi stammered. "M-Master, you, you're, uh..."
"Not what you expected?"
Expected? I want to fall down in front of you, Obi-Wan
thought.
"You just look so...different."
"Surely there should be some other greeting between us."
That was all it took. Obi-Wan's senses were already
kicking into hyperdrive. Dropping his duffle bag, he all but
leaped across the room and slid into his Master's arms.
"You're perfect, Qui-Gon" Obi-Wan panted, reaching up to kiss
him. Their tongues met, swirling, sampling each other's flavor
and texture. With a groan, the taller man pulled off.
"Trying to eat me alive, eh?"
The emerald blue eyes roamed down the tall form, blazing with
lust. "I'd love to."
"We will have dinner first. Then, if you are willing..."
"Oh, yes, anything."
Qui-Gon smiled to himself. He is as ready for me as an Ubla
whore. I can smell his heat.
"Did you bring the gold box, Obi-Wan?"
The younger man was still staring. "Why-oh, yes, right here" he
reached in his tunic, pulled the package out. Qui-Gon reached
for it.
"It's not an illegal substance or something, is it?" Obi-Wan
said suggestively. "I'd hate to think you were trying to
corrupt me!"
Qui-Gon's eyes held a dangerous glint. "There is no try, there
is only do."
Obi-Wan swallowed again, still uncertain about the direction of
the evening. He vacillated between open staring and looking
away. "Master" he stated in an attempt to regain some
composure. He was no child, and he'd certainly seen Qui-Gon's
body before. Although not so...
"I don't mean to stare so, but you don't seem to be yourself.
Nor do I understand what brought this change about in you."
The taller Jedi observed him. So spirited and proud, my
padawan. The sweeter the conquest when you are mine
completely.
"Come into the dining room area with me, padawan, I will
explain. Relax yourself, we are not in the temple" he turned
and headed down the hallway. Obi-Wan followed closely behind,
entranced at the situation. He observed the blue satin fall of
the robe accenting the shape of Qui-Gon's rear.
Oh great, now I'm staring at his butt Obi-Wan thought in
exasperation. I need to find out what's happening here.
Qui-Gon motioned for Obi-Wan to sit at one end of the dining
room table. It was set up well for dining, although no food was
in evidence yet. He went into the kitchen and returned
presently with a large crystal decanister containing a bright
red liquid. In the other hand were two long stemmed crystal
goblets. He set one in front of Obi-Wan and began pouring.
"What's that? It doesn't look like wine" he noted.
Woah, Obi-Wan thought, eyes widening. You had to take it
real easy with that stuff, or you'd be kissing the
floor. Despite his confusion, some inner demon made him grin
slyly.
"Master, did you lure me here to get me drunk? Is this seemly
and proper behavior for a venerated Jedi Master?
He taunts me. Let the dance begin. Qui-Gon mused. He sat
down opposite the younger man at the table.
"What behavior would you suggest I have, Obi-Wan?" he responded
lightly.
The other Jedi folded his hands over the table, sipped his
drink. "What I mean is, why all this now? I thought we had
agreed to approach the Council first about wanting a
life-bond."
Qui-Gon shook his head gravely. "Obi-Wan, the Council has
precious little say over how a life-bond develops" he grinned
wolfishly. "They occur when they are meant to be. They occur
without permission."
"You mean to defy the Council on the Code? incredulous.
"You do not understand me."
What in fug is going on here, Obi-Wan thought. He
erupted in anger. "No, I don't! Do I have a choice here, any
say in the matter? Or did you decide for both of us?? He stood
abruptly, snatching up the goblet and downing his drink. The
uncertainty was driving him crazy, and he'd had enough of this
bizarre situation.
"If you aren't going to tell me what's wrong and why you're
behaving this way, I may as well leave. I thank you for the
drink. There is work for me at the temple" he turned on his
heel and stormed out of the room. He made it to the door, which
wouldn't open at his touch.
"So be it" he murmured, waving his hand. The door opened...
Then slammed shut with a concussive force. Obi-Wan barely had
time to turn around when he found himself pressed against the
panel by Qui-Gon.
"Release me, Master" he glared, quiet, defiant.
Qui-Gon smiled coolly. His voice was ice. "I think not,
Padawan" he emphasized. "You will remain here until all
your questions are answered."
Obi-Wan fought to keep from trembling. The alcohol brought heat
to his face. Qui-Gon's musk, his body heat, was intoxicating.
"Please."
The taller Jedi released him slowly. My beautiful firebrand,
you shall cry out my name before this night is done.
"Obi-Wan, come with me. Now."
The two men returned to the dining room. "Sit, and I will
explain."
Obi-Wan reseated himself, resigned. "I just want to
understand."
"And so you shall." Qui-Gon steepled his fingers. "I made no
decision to exclude you. What you see before you is still me.
Remember the conversation we had before you went to AgriCorp"
silently, Obi-Wan nodded.
"You spoke of a reserved Jedi Master. One who is too
controlled, too contained, seemingly sedate? Do you realize it
took me many years to achieve that?"
Obi-Wan gaped. "But I always thought you so disciplined and
serene. Then this-" he waved his hand about the room. "I was
confused."
Qui-Gon let out a slow breath. "Did it ever occur to you there
was a reason why I appeared that way? That I was none of those
things by nature but by necessity?"
Stunned. "What!"
"And did you never wonder why only Yoda could train me as a
child?"
"There were so many legends about you and your ability-"
"Forget the legends. My power and control were never balanced
in my nature. Yoda was the only Jedi Master who could help me
achieve any semblance of order in my being. Otherwise I'd have
turned long ago. Why do you think Mace and Yoda are ever
lecturing, ever watching. They know the true Qui-Gon!" he stood
suddenly, wild with emotion. The midnite blue eyes fixed on his
companion. "They knew then what they know now, that when there
is something I want there is nothing I am not prepared
to do to obtain it. Nothing!"
Obi-Wan found his breathing ragged, understanding the hidden
meaning. "If you can defy the Council, can I do any less? You
are my Master, my teacher. I would not abandon you to their
judgement."
Qui-Gon remained standing. Then, with fluid grace he swept
around the table and stood before his padawan. The younger man
stood slowly, meeting his eyes with a bright hunger. He
couldn't breathe.
Qui-Gon leaned close without touching. "Padawan" he said
softly, silkily. "I am not a teacher or Jedi Master...all the
time" he thumbed the young Jedi's chin and raised it up. "What
you see now is the true me. I would have your feelings."
Obi-Wan couldn't form a coherent thought. Midnight Blue eyes
bored into him. Heat, love, and lust radiated from the powerful
body, battering his mental shields. And the need.
Uncompromising and unfulfilled. His composure began to crack.
"I,..I don't know what you want me to say...Master."
"Even here, even now? Very well" Qui-Gon backed away, releasing
some tension.
"Let us eat dinner first, as I promised." Obi-Wan was grateful
for the opportunity to calm his mind and body.
The combination of good food, Corellian Fire Brandy, and a
small distance from Qui-Gon did much to soothe Obi-Wan's
composure. He even began to laugh and joke.
He has such a lovely glow. Qui-Gon observed with
mounting fire. Control, Qui-Gon, control! I could take him
now and he would not resist. But it would not be a true life
bond. I must wait a bit more. "I must say, Master, you
procured some excellent Fire Brandy!"
"Only the best for the best, Obi-Wan" his companion's gaze
deepened. He stifled a yawn, stood and stretched. "And an
excellent meal. Goodnight" he smiled and headed for the
bedroom, taking his goblet and the decanister with him. The
younger Jedi gawked in amazement but didn't attempt to follow.
At least not right away, Qui-Gon thought. He went to the master
bedroom and sprawled his length on the red velvet sheets. An
erection was beginning to poke at his robe with a small throb.
He sipped at his drink. I can wait, but not much longer. If
necessary I will force the issue.
Fine, I know this game, Obi-Wan thought. But this side of his
Master was...magnetic, he had to admit. Sexy. Dangerous. Hot.
Part of him wanted nothing more than to surrender to that
power, that strength.
Pride spiked at his growing lust. He picked at the last of his
meal. So I'm just supposed to go in there, and beg to be
taken? He stared defiantly down at his plate. A smug smile
began to form. Two can play. Perhaps I can have him on my
terms. That would be delicious.
//Obi-Wan, I need thee. Please.// plaintive.
The young Jedi sprang up. /Master, are you alright?/ concern
broke pride. He bounded toward the bedroom.
In the colored lighting, Qui-Gon allowed himself a predatory
smirk. His tongue curled over his lips as he projected
helplessness and need.
Come, little one, into my velvet trap.
With little thought other than concern for his Master, Obi-Wan
charged into the bedroom. His heart did flips at what he saw.
Qui-Gon sprawled full length, one knee up, a forearm over his
face, and a rather prominent erection growing under his robe.
Textures and colors forming an erotic display. Blue satin, red
velvet, black leather, and a body that wouldn't quit. His blood
thumped. I can do whatever I want with this.
"Master are you ill?" he edged toward the bed. Qui-Gon shifted.
"Touch me, padawan" he implored softly. Wisps of long hair
worked loose from the braid, framing his face. The dark night
eyes shone with need.
Obi-Wan melted. "Oh, yes, my Master" he reached out and touched
the pillar of flesh underneath the robe, stroking it gently.
The gold cock ring fascinated him, he wanted to taste and tease
it. Settling back a bit, he undid the sash of his tunic and
pulled it off over his head. Qui-Gon leaned over, catching the
pants drawstring in his teeth, pulling it free. Obi-Wan slid
out of his pants and settled by the bed, wearing only his
briefs.
//Galaxy, he is gorgeous,// Qui-Gon breathed. //If he doesn't
do something quick I'm sure to jump his bones.//
Obi-Wan stroked his companion's cock again. "Yes, my Master" he
said hotly, hearing the thought. Without preamble, he plunged
his mouth on Qui-Gon's need. He tasted the metallic tang of the
ring against the salty flesh, and it was good. Hearing a
satisfied groan, he ran his tongue along the edge, teasing the
slit at the head. Working his way down, he gently pinched the
heavy sacs underneath.
Qui-Gon didn't last long. With a husky cry he came, arching his
hips and filling his apprentice's mouth with his seed.
His eyes sparkled with affection. "Ghods, that was good,
padawan..."
Obi-Wan almost blushed. Qui-Gon stroked his face and sat up.
Soft kiss.
"Allow me to reciprocate" he reached at the younger man's
crotch and massaged over the briefs. Obi-Wan gasped as his
balls twitched.
"That-that is not necessary, Master" he managed, flushed. "I
only came when I thought you were in distress. I'm glad to have
helped" he brushed aside the hand.
Qui-Gon's expression darkened. More cascading locks came free
of the braid, partially obscuring his face. "You are being
stubborn."
Suddenly feeling chided, Obi-Wan retreated behind anger, hoping
to smother his body's reactions. He wouldn't be an easy mark no
matter how aroused.
"Hardly. If you hadn't called, I wouldn't have come anyway" an
irrational surge came. "And since I'm done servicing you, I'm
going to bed. Goodnite!"
Once again he staged a dramatic exit, as Qui-Gon stared mutely
from the bed.
After the younger Jedi had gone, Qui-Gon allowed himself a
small smile. He licked a finger slowly.
First the dance, now the hunt. Yes, go, I will come for you.
Always.
Obi-Wan paced in the living area. If it weren't so late I'd
return to the temple. He walked down another hallway in
idle distraction. His body still hadn't calmed down enough.
This place is huge. What's behind this door here? he
opened and peeked inside. A gym! One that would do the temple
proud.
Working off a good sweat is what I need. Maybe in the
morning a more rational discussion could be in order. He
surveyed the room. High ceiling, multi-tier grapple rings
mounted on the walls. Padded walls for safety. Fall mats and
cushions on the floor. Up in the corner near the ceiling, a
square opening resembling a crawl space. He exhaled slowly,
starting breathing exercises.
Sitting down on a floor mat he took up the lotus position.
Focus and clarity.
Qui-Gon had a mental picture of the scene. He chuckled softly.
That will not work, padawan. Don't you know what I've done
to you? Before this nite is over you'll be in my bed, rest
assured.
An hour dragged by.
Strange. Obi-Wan thought. I can't seem to concentrate
on a katra. Something in me feels so strange...
A rush of images came unbidden in his mind. Himself and
Qui-Gon. Sweating and screaming pleasure. Uncontrolled passion
and pounding submission. Promises made in the dark. Triumph of
forever.
Gritted teeth, eyes closed, breaking a sweat. "Sith" he hissed
aloud. "I must choose it, not the other way around.
I...won't...give...in!"
More strange sensations flooded him. A hazy aura of energy
pulsating and growing, towards what? Weavings through his mind,
body, and soul. And then the quiet.
He opened his eyes and found himself panting. He stood, and an
inexplicable wave of weakness flooded him, driving him to the
floor again. A nimbus of light from within, stabbing pinpricks
of pain behind his eyes.
I'm dying, that's it. he thought. Heart or brain's
blown...
Then again, the calm, as if nothing had happened. Obi-Wan sat
quietly a while, not daring to test his legs immediately.
Gradually his strength returned.
Well whatever it was, it's gone now.
//You delude yourself.//
His eyes snapped open. /Master! You know what occurred?/ it was
not a question.
// I do.//
/What, then. Are you the cause? If so, why do you cause me
pain!/
//I do nothing. Your own pride is tearing you apart.//
/I'm in no mood for riddles, Master./
//Or the truth, apparently.//
/I love you. But I won't be commanded into a bond without my
acceptance./
//Are you so dense? Your resistance is futile.//
/Perhaps it is best that we never consummated our
relationship./
//We will, there is no debate.//
/A Jedi is never arrogant./
//Huuh! We are not at the temple, now.//
/I cannot be commanded. I am my own man./
//You are insolent. Still do I love thee, though you sorely
test my patience.//
/You've made your choice. Now let me make mine./
//Enough of this nonsense. Come to my arms, Obi-Wan!//
Obi-Wan broke the contact, shivering. He fought the impulse to
comply.
"Still am I Jedi" he murmured to himself, closing his eyes
again. He refolded his legs on the pallet.
A firestorm of power stood in the bedroom, eyes flashing anger.
"Jedi, is he?" Qui-Gon thundered. "Master, am I!" he stalked
out, deliberately leaving the satin robe open exposing his
frontal nudity.
Obi-Wan felt a wave of something in the gym. Not the
sensations of before, but a presence. He centered on it.
Qui-Gon, but where? He removed all conscious thought...
And as Qui-Gon suddenly appeared in the center of the gym near
him, Obi-Wan flipped upward and across the room, out of
contact.
"Stay!" Qui-Gon commanded.
Obi-Wan crouched on the elevated platform a few feet above.
"I think not, Master. You're trying to force this situation!"
he answered defiantly.
Qui-Gon could almost smile at the vision. His padawan looked
like a wild thing, braid whipping around again in the air.
"Padawan" he said slowly, sweetly, "this is at an end. Come
down from that platform...now."
Obi-Wan stood. "Catch it if you can. I am done with this as
well!"
Red haze formed in Qui-Gon's vision. The challenge.
With a graceful bound, he leaped airborne towards the platform-
and nearly reached his goal. Obi-Wan spun away from his grasp
at the last minute, springing to the far wall.
"Too slow, Master! Try again."
"OBI-WAN!!" he lunged again, airborne across the room. The
other man anticipated the move, somersaulting over his head.
And so it went. Like two great cats, lunging, leaping, dodging.
"Are you fighting me or yourself, Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon circled
around.
"You cannot catch me so you seek to distract me" the younger
man was smug. "Perhaps you should join the grand elders who
only employ mental pursuits."
"DO I LOOK DECREPIT TO YOU?!! He roared.
A tremor ran through the younger man. His composure faltered.
"No." Ghods, if anything...
Soft voice again. " I want only to love thee-"
"Stay, stay back."
Qui-Gon eased closer, blue satin rippling over his form. "Hold
thee close in the dark..."
Obi-Wan looked around desperately for a place to escape.
Qui-Gon was backing him toward a wall.
"Look into my eyes, my heart. See the truth" he extended his
arms.
Obi-Wan had no choice. He looked into the liquid blue eyes,
full of passion. His breath caught. The long cascade of hair,
undone now, he wanted so much to run his hands through. And the
body, that body...
Sith. he thought helplessly.
Qui-Gon smiled softly, stroked his cheek. "Touch my mind."
Obi-Wan's mind refused to form any rational thought. Blindly he
reached up with both hands, framing Qui-Gon's face.
And was overwhelmed.
Unconditional love and devotion. Desire. Need. And the strange
nimbus of light he felt earlier. It washed over him again,
through him, giving him a feeling of power this time, not
weakness...
Gasping, he leaned into Qui-Gon. "What, what is happening to
me? he looked up again. "I don't understand..."
and found his mouth filled in reply. Qui-Gon plunged his tongue
past the open lips, forcing a groan from the younger man.
Reflexively, his arms went around the broad back, gripping
tightly.
Obi-Wan drowned in the sensations, the salt and musk of Qui-Gon
closeness, the sweet taste of his mouth. His fingers combed
wildly through the waterfall of silky hair, around their faces,
obscuring all view.
Qui-Gon held his prize softly. He is so lovely, so fresh.
Strong. I cannot control the fire any longer, it is nearly time
for completion.
He pulled out of the wet mouth slowly, getting a groan of
protest.
"Obi-Wan" he breathed heavily. "I want you to obey me."
The aqua eyes were smouldering, unfocused with desire. "I want
you."
"Stay there" Qui-Gon went over across the room, picking up some
cushions. He piled them at one end of the training mat on the
floor. He sprawled out, leather boots shining. "Come" he
extended a hand.
flushed, the young Jedi crossed the room and settled on the
pallet. Qui-Gon shifted him up.
"Sit up high, on top of the cushions."
Absently, Obi-Wan nodded.
Qui-Gon sidled closer. "Open your legs for me."
Obi-Wan complied. "Yes" softly.
The taller man's eyes roamed hotly over his padawan. "Shall I
start high or down low?"
Obi-Wan started out of his fixation. "I-I don't know..."
Qui-Gon lifted a muscular thigh up between his legs, sliding
slowly. The sensation of skin and leather made Obi-Wan gasp and
tremble.
Qui-Gon slid lower between his legs. "Down it is, then."
Obi-Wan's crotch pounded underneath his briefs. "Qui-Gon..."
"Be silent. Watch me" he slid down toward the younger man's
feet, slinking his body on the floor.
And began to suck his toes. One by one. Tongue flicking between
the digits, tickling the arches of his feet.
Obi-Wan was awestruck at the sight. Is this the mighty Jedi
who stands before the Council in defiance, servicing me like a
slave?
Cradling a leg between his arms, Qui-Gon sucked the back of his
calf, teasing the bend in his leg with his tongue-
Ghods, I can't believe this. I've known him most of my life
and never-
after repeating this on the other leg, Qui-Gon licked wide
trails of wetness on both his inner thighs-
I'm dreaming, that's what it is. This isn't real... his
cock strained against the fabric of his briefs.
And was pulled free. Hands reaching underneath cupping his
buttocks, massaging them. Nails gently raking across.
The sensations were making him squirm. A strong fist held the
base of his cock.
My Master, I didn't know, I never knew...
Teeth nipping at the tip, stabbing fire around his groin. His
head lolled back, eyes rolling.
A slap. Pain. "OW!"
Qui-Gon pulled the root of his cock, hard. "I said watch me!"
Obi-Wan panted with need. "F-forgot. Sorry.."
Qui-Gon whetted his lips, settling in again. Still holding
Obi-Wan's engorged cock, he traced his tongue around the groin
area, up toward a protruding navel. He sucked on the navel,
flicking it vertical with his tongue. The younger man twisted
in his grasp, harsh breaths escaping.
This is heaven, why did I resist this so much before?
Tongue laving wetness up his stomach, between his pectorals.
Scented hair sweeping across his body, everywhere, tickling.
Suddenly Qui-Gon plunged his mouth on a plump, lush nipple,
sucking voraciously.
Obi-Wan clutched and clawed the muscled back, slicked with
sweat, flying up off the cushions. "Aaah!"
Qui-Gon smiled, released, and slid down again. Reaching into a
side pocket of his robe, he pulled out another cock ring,
identical to the one he wore.
Was that in the gold box? Obi-Wan wondered hazily,
watching with hooded eyes.
Qui-Gon pulled sweat dampened hair off one side of his face,
and placed the ring on the tip of his tongue. Grabbing the base
of Obi-Wan's cock again, he worked his other hand underneath,
between the buttocks. His mouth closed over the tip, even as
his fingers slid inside the young man's body.
Obi-Wan's stomach clenched at the intrusion. But he was
enraptured by the sight before him: Qui-Gon's eyes partially
closed in delight, the tongue working the cock ring down over
the tip, pressing. The outline the shaft made inside the strong
jaw as he deep throated. The sight alone nearly drove him over
the edge.
Suddenly, the probing fingers stroked faster and faster.
Qui-Gon pumped the shaft mercilessly, holding the cock's tip
with pulling suction. Obi-Wan's hips rocked up.
//Come for me.//
/Hurts, hurts so good, I want../
//I said come!//
Crying out, Obi-Wan came. Qui-Gon swallowed the flood greedily,
licking down every drop. Gently he withdrew his fingers,
kissing the young man's stomach softly.
Breathing ragged, Obi-Wan stammered, "I love you, Master."
Qui-Gon nodded. His eyes were intense. "My name, say my name."
"I don't understand."
"Here we are lovers only" he rasped. "Not Master and
apprentice. I want you to say my name."
He was rewarded with a brillant smile. "Qui-Gon, I love you."
"Mmm." he closed his eyes momentarily. Obi-Wan noted his
lover's distress. The cock was strained and swollen. Not to
mention impressive.
"You didn't...let me help you" Obi-Wan offered, touching the
flesh softly.
Qui-Gon's eyes snapped open, burning with a dark fire. "Come"
he said roughly, rising from the pallet.
Obi-Wan smiled ruefully. "My legs...they're a little weak right
now. Can you...?
With a growl, Qui-Gon reached down and swept up the other man
off his feet.
"So romantic" Obi-Wan chuckled, attempting to ease Qui-Gon's
intensity.
As they approached the bedroom, Qui-Gon didn't release him. He
fell on top, down on the bed.
He's got it bad. Obi-Wan thought as he was pressed into
the mattress. Now it's my turn!
Or so he thought. Qui-Gon was having none of it. Frantic kisses
peppered his face, neck, and shoulders. The short beard,
tickling his throat. Groins tightly wound togther. Warm leather
boots and hot skin.
"Qui-Gon, please, let me help you!" he gasped under the
crushing weight. Despite his explosive climax a short while
ago, he was already growing hard.
In response, Qui-Gon nipped at his throat and collarbone. He
nearly bounced off the bed when his lover sucked at the space
below his adam's apple.
Qui-Gon rolled lower again, alternately twisting and pinching
the plush nipples, then sucking them. Obi-Wan thrashed under
the touch, once again spinning out of control himself.
/Do what you want, anything, I don't care.../
The wet mouth found his cock again. Teeth raked the shaft,
demanding an erection...
/I feel fire, it's so hot.../
...left off there, finding his balls. Qui-Gon mouthed them,
teething the sacs, then popping them free. Obi-Wan yelped in
pleasure.
/More, more, more.../
He looked at Qui-Gon through hazy eyes. Dominating and strong.
The impossible mane of hair, wild and disheveled. Contrasting
black leather accenting the thighs. His cock glistening with
clear pre-cum. Muscled arms sheened with sweat, forcing his
legs open, flipping him over on his stomach. The tousled head
came down, toward his buttocks. His tongue teased the opening
between, wetting it thoroughly.
/My love, don't stop now./
Strong hands held the cheeks apart. Qui-Gon kissed, licked,
massaged and sucked the separate globes before plunging the hot
tongue inside. Obi-Wan felt the wet flesh slither up his
channel. Further and further it slid, until it touched a
certain spot.
He shrieked, hips flying up in response. Qui-Gon held him down,
withdrew.
"No" Obi-Wan panted rapidly, "Don't stop. I want it all, I want
it NOW!"
He was lifted off the edge of the bed. Qui-Gon straddled him
and pushed. Obi-Wan gasped at the entrance, just the tip.
//Make the vow. Promise yourself to me.//
Fogged in pleasure. /What/
//Give yourself to me, body and soul.// Another push.
"Aah!" it hurt good. /I love you with all my heart./
Qui-Gon slid all the way in and began to pump. Obi-Wan grabbed
the headposts, head thrown back.
//Forsake all others...//
//Yes...//
//Promise to be mine, bound forever...//
/...Bound?/
//Say it!//
/I promise to love thee only and be thine, Qui-Gon, body and
soul, forsaking all others forever.../
//Mine?//
/Yours./
A final thrust, and then it happened. The familiar nimbus of
light cascading around them, filling them, making them whole.
Obi-Wan could feel himself and Qui-Gon. He was Qui-Gon.
In him, through him, part of him. The light receded then.
Crashing back into his own mind, he heard his lover cry out in
triumph above him, his own voice cry out in response, their
bodies wracked in mutual explosion. How many times he came he
couldn't say, he was blinded by the pleasure.
Eventually, he regained consciousness. Aching and sore, he
sidled out from underneath Qui-Gon. Turning to look at his
beloved, his heart did a flip. Qui-Gon's eyes shone with open
love.
"Hello" he smiled softly. Answering grin.
"Hello yourself."
Obi-Wan lazily traced the lips and cropped beard. "That light.
Was that our bond?"
Qui-Gon leaned his face into the hand, kissing the palm. "Yes.
When you came to me earlier, I shared my midchlorians with you.
That is what triggered the bond towards it's completion."
"But why did I have pain initially?"
"Because you resisted the bond that in truth, had already been
formed. The bond desired completion."
Obi-Wan pursed his lips. "Oh. That's why I felt such a surge of
power after I left you, then weakness."
"Yes."
He sighed, nuzzled along Qui-Gon's neck. Qui-Gon settled him in
for an embrace.
/Sorry about the taunting. I know you were angry./
//It was a bit out of your training. But we were both stressed
because of the bond's incompletion.//
/I just hated the idea of not being in control./
//We were both out of control, Padawan.//
/Now I understand why you said before the choice had been made.
I misinterpreted./
//Perhaps I should've clarified.//
Obi-Wan sat up suddenly. "Wait, what about the Council?" he
looked worriedly at Qui-Gon, braid whipping around in
agitation.
Qui-Gon smiled, catching the braid, holding it still. "We'll
have to deal with them eventually" his smile faded. "It will be
difficult. We will have to develop our shielding techniques as
never before."
Obi-Wan touched his mate's face. "I don't want to live a lie."
"Nor I. But I will not risk your future or your knighthood,
Obi-Wan. Being cast out from the Jedi holds no real appeal for
me either."
The younger man frowned. "My future is with you, I don't care
how difficult it is!"
Qui-Gon pulled him into a kiss. "So defiant. We will find a
way, I promise you."
Obi-Wan smiled. "That's more like it." He looked around at the
bedroom, noting Qui-Gon had stripped off the robe and boots. He
giggled at a thought. The whole room was in complete disarray.
"What!" Qui-Gon smirked.
He krinkled his nose. "This bedroom is a reeking mess. The
manager's gonna kill us."
Qui-Gon pushed the tangled mane out of his eyes and surveyed
the scene. "There are some advantages to being Jedi. The
manager simply told me to take the best room in the house.
Seems as though a Jedi saved a family member of his once." he
sighed with satisfaction. "We did tear it up, though."
"I'll say" Obi-Wan played with his lover's hair, teasing it on
the broad chest. The handsome face flushed. "Did I ever tell
you how hot you looked last night?"
Qui-Gon grinned. "I wanted you to see something different. You
liked it?"
"Are you kidding? I nearly passed out looking at you. I thought
I walked into the den of a Sith Lord."
At that, Qui-Gon laughed heartily. "Really! You know
they once recruited me."
Open shock in the young man's eyes. "What! How..."
"They saw my potential. Even contacted me again a few years
ago. I told them I wasn't interested."
"That's a relief."
"Arrogant. They know me a maverick and expect me to turn in
time."
"Because of what you told me about yourself earlier."
"Yes."
"Well" Obi-Wan cuddled into an embrace, "I'll just see to it
that it never happens."
"They mean nothing to me. I am Jedi."
They lay quietly, watching the dawn peek over the horizon,
bodies glistening in the twilight from their loving.
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