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Bonds of Love

by Susan Anthony

Title: Bonds of Love
Series: Forged Bonds (Bonds of Light, Bonds of Change, Bonds of Acceptance and Bonds of Love)
Author: Susan Anthony (LdyGossamer@aol.com)
Pairing: Obi-Wan/Bruck, Qui-Gon/Bruck, OW/QG/B
Archive: Master_Apprentice, The Equally Worthwhile Adventures of Bruck Chun if they want it, my site at http://www.geocities.com/area51/keep/8613/artists.html, anyone else, just ask
Category: AU, Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Q/O, O/B, Q/B
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: none
Summary: Padawan Chun finds his place in the Light
Feedback: Very welcome.
Warnings: M/M/M relationship, mention and memory of rape and abuse

Notes: Thanks to Maig for her patient and belligerent beta. This series started out with three parts but the last one was so long I had to split the series in five parts. So now here's the fourth of five parts. I sincerely apologize for the long wait.

Disclaimer: The Boyz aren't mine. More's the pity. This story is for the pleasure of the readers only. I don't make a thing.

One week later

"Are you certain you had sex with Master Jinn at any time in the last few months, Obi-Wan?" Bruck asked softly as he watched the man's broad back disappear into his bedroom - alone - despite their best efforts.

The older padawan shot him a flat glare.

"Believe me when I say, yesssssss."

Bruck studied the closed door again. "Well, he seems less than agreeable now." The padawan chewed on his lower lip. "Do you think it's me?" he asked in a soft, worried tone.

Obi-Wan immediately wrapped his arms around his bondmate's waist and pulled him close.

"No, Bruck, he's just being stubborn," the older apprentice assured him. "You wouldn't believe what I had to go through to get him into my bed the first time."

Bruck looked at Obi-Wan curiously. "What did you have to do?"

Obi-Wan scowled for a moment before he sat down and then pulled Bruck down beside him. "Actually, I'd been expressing my interest in him for several months before he finally decided to wake up and smell the perfumed and oiled padawan."

Bruck blinked for a moment and then blushed as the image of an oiled and perfumed Obi-Wan spread out on a silk covered bed flashed through his mind and right down the link. It probably wouldn't have been quite as embarrassing if the thick, braided silk ropes hadn't been there too.

Obi-Wan blinked, purred and then leaned over and dragged Bruck to his chest. "We'll definitely have to try that sometime," he leered with a bit of a flushed expression himself.

Bruck cleared his throat and tried to think of something else. "So, what happened to get Master Jinn into your bed?" he asked as he reached out to twine his fingers in Obi-Wan's braid.

Obi-Wan sighed as he remembered. "About a year ago, we had this mission to Darumi for negotiating some treaty or the other. We had expected a long, complicated matter but, surprisingly, it was all settled rather quickly. So we had some extra time and the natives asked if we would like to stay."

"We didn't think anything of the offer as we'd had such opportunities before, though they have been few and far between. We settled into a nice suite at the main palace. Qui-Gon, of course, wanted to spend all his time in the library and I, of course, wanted to spend time at the beach."

"Of course," Bruck chuckled as he ran a hand over his lover's chest. "You're such a water baby, Obi. You should have been a Calamarian."

"Maybe," Obi-Wan laughed and caught his lover's hand before he kissed it. "So, I went out to the beach. I was quite popular and not just because I was a good-looking Jedi." The padawan grinned. "You see the Darumix have a pantheon of deities they regularly worship and there is one that is typically portrayed as a well-formed youth with hazel eyes - a rarity there - and short, brown hair."

Bruck looked at him with amused eyes. "Let me guess. A love deity?"

"Of course," Obi-Wan chuckled. "My looks, coupled with the mystery of the Jedi....well, you wouldn't believe some of the offers I received the first day I was at the beach."

The younger padawan laughed. "So what happened?"

"I went back to the palace at the end of the day and spent quite a long time - minute by minute almost - telling Qui-Gon what happened and why. I thought it was quite funny but for some reason, he didn't."

"I imagine not," Bruck smirked. "So what happened?"

"I could tell he wanted to go with me the next day but he'd already agreed to speak with some of the scholars in the palace and discuss Jedi philosophy." Obi-Wan grinned evilly. "He 'suggested' it would be a 'learning experience' and perhaps I should join them that day but I wasn't about to be cooped up in the library when I could be at the beach so off I went again."

"Wearing that scanty piece of cloth you claim is a bathing suit?" Bruck queried lightly. He'd seen Obi-Wan in the Temple pools and he knew he hadn't been the only one looking.

"I got a new one for that occasion. It was silver."

"You're related to the Sith, aren't you?"

Obi-Wan winked at him.

"So, off I went to the beach and word had obviously spread of the divine visitor because there were lots more people there to keep me...entertained." Obi-Wan got a far off look in his eyes. "The people of Darumi have a very unique and almost casual way of worshiping those they consider Avatars of the Gods."

Bruck felt a pout coming on and glared at his bondmate. Obi-Wan just kissed him gently.

"I didn't know about our bond then and besides, I was seventeen and on vacation." He gave a sheepish smile and shrugged. "So when I wandered back to the palace, I have to say I was rather vague. I ate, bathed and then went to bed. Qui-Gon hardly said a word."

"The next morning though, I was at the beach only an hour or so, enjoying the sunshine and the attention when the people around me suddenly started moving away and there was Qui-Gon looming over me, wearing a slick, black outfit that he must have been sweltering in but he looked cool and serene as a mountain lake."

Obi-Wan's eyes lost their focus as he remembered and Bruck's mouth started watering as that particular image of Qui-Gon darted down the bond.

YUM! Bruck thought, his own eyes glazing over.

Oh yeah, Obi-Wan replied with a mental leer. Here, let me show you what happened next.

And then Qui-Gon was standing over him, thick, brown hair loose around his shoulders, his blue eyes intense as he stared down at his padawan. Obi-Wan just looked up at him for a long moment before he slowly smiled and leaned back on his elbows, showing off his tanned and toned body for his master's viewing with no embarrassment at all.

"Care to join me?" he asked in an innocent tone completely at odds with the oiled body laid out of the sand.

Qui-Gon's eyes narrowed before he leaned down. Obi-Wan felt his master's hand behind his neck before he found himself on his feet and seeing his master's blue eyes from about two inches away.

"I think you and I need to have a discussion," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "And I think we need privacy to do so."

Obi-Wan barely registered the sighs and groans of disappointment around him as Qui-Gon held out a stern hand and his student's shoulderbag immediately floated to it.

"But I thought you had meetings today with the scholars," Obi-Wan said almost plaintively even as Qui-Gon's fingers tightened on his neck for a moment before they relaxed and became a caress.

He then leaned down to Obi-Wan and said directly in his ear, "I think my wayward padawan needs my attention a little more than the scholars of Darumi, don't you? He obviously needs instruction on how to behave when away from his Master."

Obi-Wan's mouth went dry at the tone and content of his master's words and he struggled to clear his throat and answer.

"I'm sure you're right, Master," he finally stammered out and Qui-Gon smiled. It wasn't a very soothing expression but Obi-Wan shivered as a heat that wasn't generated by the noonday sun shot through his body.

"Come along then, my padawan," he said and with a final caress from his fingers on Obi-Wan's neck, he handed over Obi-Wan's shoulder bag and then walked away. Obi-Wan watched him for a moment and then turned back to his audience. He smiled, shrugged and excused himself and not a single voice was raised against his leaving. Then he was hurrying after his master....

...And Bruck came back to the present, leaning heavily against his bondmate, his body tingling from the memory of the warmth of the sun and Qui-Gon Jinn's hands on his body.

"Wow," he breathed reverently as his eyes trailed over to the closed door of the master's room.

"Yeah," Obi-Wan sighed and cuddled against Bruck.

After several minutes of sharing memories in silence, Bruck glanced over at Obi-Wan curiously. "So what was with the black outfit on the beach? I mean, Master Jinn certainly looked tasty but that was hardly beachwear."

"That was the really funny thing. The Darumi thought I was the Avatar of one of their love gods. They were very jealous of each other when it came to securing my attentions. But not a single one said anything when Qui-Gon showed up and demanded my presence. I thought that was odd until I checked into the mythology a little more."

Bruck looked curious and Obi-Wan started chuckling. "It seems the particular deity the Darumi associated me with was thought to be somewhat impudent..."

"I can see that," Bruck noted and Obi-Wan elbowed him.

"...a little flighty..." the older padawan continued, eyeing his bondmate.

Bruck snorted. "A little?"

"...and always the harbinger of a deep and lasting first love...

"I can see that too," Bruck stated softly.

Obi-Wan smiled and touched Bruck's cheek gently.

"He was also acknowledged to be having an ongoing, intimate and rather tumultuous relationship with the ruggedly handsome and very dangerous God of Warriors, who was very jealous of his lover's wandering ways."

Bruck was silent for a moment before he started laughing. "I have to agree that Qui-Gon looking like that could very well appear as a God of Warriors."

"The God of Honorable Warriors," Obi-Wan added. "Quite appropriate."

"But, I just can't see Master Jinn as the jealous type," Bruck continued as he turned to study his bondmate. "He seems so serene and in control. He's what I think of when I think of that whole, 'There is no emotion, there is peace; there is no passion, there is serenity', thing."

Obi-Wan just snorted. "Don't let him fool you," he instructed. "He tries to keep it hidden but he has a jealous streak about a parsec wide when it comes to me." He looked at his bondmate, his gaze thoughtful. "And I bet you as well."

Bruck looked unconvinced. "I really doubt that Obi," he said softly.

The older Jedi just eyed him speculatively and Bruck started getting decidedly nervous.

"I think we need a fresh perspective."

Esriel carefully reassembled his small blaster, taking note of each part as he did so. Keeping his weapons in faultless condition was something every Guardian was trained to do from the time they were old enough to handle them. The responsibility of protecting his princess and her padawan was always his first priority so part of his morning routine was to retrieve some of his weapons from the special cabinet where he kept them and thoroughly check them over.

He was just finishing with his last weapon of the morning, the small blaster he usually kept hidden somewhere on his person, when the door to the suite slid open to admit Kenzi's young student and his seemingly permanent companion, Obi-Wan.

The Guardian gave the pair a welcoming nod, expecting them to head to the kitchen for their usual mid-morning snack. He was surprised, however, when they walked towards him and seated themselves on the couch opposite to him.

"Good morning, Esriel," Bruck said as he settled down with his bondmate close beside him.

"Bruck. Obi-Wan," he greeted them with a smile. "How are you this morning? No classes to worry you today?"

"Not at the moment," Bruck replied with a half smile. "All our classes are this afternoon."

The Guardian nodded affably as he hid the small weapon he had just finished detailing in its shoulder harness. Then he turned his full attention to the young men who obviously had something to discuss. As he watched, Bruck chewed on his lower lip for a long moment before Obi-Wan elbowed him. Esriel's left eyebrow rose slightly as the white-haired padawan turned to glare at his companion. Obi-Wan just nodded meaningfully at Esriel and Bruck grimaced.

"Ah...Esriel." he began as he ran his fingers through his hair. "We...um...need some advice and I was hoping you could help us." He looked up at the Guardian with a hopeful gaze and Esriel nodded.

"I would be happy to help you however I can, Bruck," he replied, keeping his expression open and helpful. This was the first time the boy had requested help and Esriel was delighted. Perhaps this was an indication that Bruck was coming to trust him.

"Good, that's great," Bruck stated with a nod and a grin as he turned to his bondmate. Obi-Wan, however, just rolled his eyes and gestured for his lover to get on with it. The younger youth lost his grin and cleared his throat. "Ummm...yes, that's great. We just have some questions."

And then there was silence.

Esriel looked attentive and waited patiently as Bruck gnawed his lower lip while Obi-Wan looked impatient. After a long, uncomfortable silence, Esriel leaned forward and caught Bruck's gaze.

"You have questions, Bruck?" the man asked. "I am happy to answer whatever you might ask."

"Well...ummm...yes, actually," he said and a blush washed over his skin. Esriel started to worry about what he might be asked.

"I think, from what I've seen, that you and master...well you and she are...." Bruck's words faded and Esriel waited a moment before he nodded encouragingly. "Well, she never just casually was with anyone...and I know that you and she are very...close. As in, you know, together close. Close close, if you know what I mean."

The Guardian considered this for a moment before he nodded. "Yes, we are often close together." He smiled briefly. "I try to encourage this as often as possible with my lady."

He watched Bruck flush again and the young man turned a beseeching gaze on his companion. Obi-Wan sighed heavily before he yanked gently on Bruck's small braid.

"I think what Bruck is trying and failing to ask is...well Master Kenzi was always a bit standoffish when it came to intimate relationships. But you and she seemed quite cozy when you arrived even though you'd only been together a few weeks at that point." Obi-Wan reached out to take Bruck's hand and twined their fingers together. "I guess what we want to know is how you did it."

Esriel's brow rose higher as he looked the pair over.

"You wish to know how well I bedded your master?" he finally asked, his tone a bit surprised.

"NO!" Bruck yelped and then stammered, "I mean...not exactly anyway. I mean I don't want to know anything whatsoever to do with Master and you in her bed! I just..." He stuttered to a halt and then dropped his heated face into his hands. Beside him, Obi-Wan was snickering loudly. "Obi-Wan, stop laughing," he muttered in a low, embarrassed tone. "I'm trying here."

"I know and I'm sorry. But it's so cute when you blush like that," the older padawan stated as he ruffled his lover's hair.

Esriel was now confused but maintained his interested and helpful expression. He hoped that the two young men would eventually get to their point.

"Then how can I assist you?" the Guardian asked, his tone becoming firm. Bruck sat up and took a deep breath as Obi-Wan twined their fingers together again.

"Okay," he said in a determined tone. "Let me start from the beginning."

So he explained about the bond with Obi-Wan and how he was ecstatically happy with his bondmate but now they both wanted to include Master Jinn in their bond and the man seemed completely oblivious to their rather broad hints. They were hoping that Esriel might have some advice for them as to how to lure the older man into their bed and keep him there.

Esriel listened with a stoic expression, absorbing all Bruck had to say before he leaned back against his chair. The Consort looked thoughtful for a long moment as he studied the two padawans.

"You realize Lady Zath does not entirely approve of Master Jinn," he finally noted.

"Yes," Bruck sighed a little wistfully and Obi-Wan snickered again.

Cooties, Obi-Wan sent down their bond.

Obi-Wan!

"You realize that, in fact, she believes him to be somewhat reckless and often not at all becoming of a Jedi?"

Obi-Wan lost his grin at that remark and sat up straight, his eyes narrowed. Bruck, however, just nodded somberly.

"I know she doesn't approve of his methods but I think lately she's grown a little fond of him in spite of that. In any case, I can't help the way I feel about him and about Obi-Wan." Bruck looked for a moment into his bondmate's eyes and Obi-Wan's angry expression softened. Bruck turned back to Esriel and continued firmly. "She'll just have to cope with it."

The Guardian Consort nodded and then gently smiled. "Very well. As long as you are aware of the conflict that will have to be addressed," he said before he stood and crossed over to the couch the pair was seated on.

He sat on the table directly in front of them. The Consort leaned forward and lowered his voice. Such things as he was about to discuss were never spoken of outside the subtle confines of a training school but he had said he would help his lady's padawan and he would.

"Consorts are raised and trained to know how to pleasure their wards, to make sure their intimate lives are as rewarding as their public lives should be," he said, choosing his words carefully. "It is a good thing our studies are wide and varied as I had to use all of my talents to win my Kenzi over -skills I will gladly explain to both of you. These are powerful tools in making sure your partner is enthralled."

He watched the pair blink and then glance at each other before they turned their whole attention back to him.

"I know..." Bruck began and then blushed again before he continued. "I know that there are days when she almost glows with happiness."

Obi-Wan nodded and added, "And she hums a lot." Bruck shot his bondmate a wide-eyed look but Obi-Wan just shrugged. "Well, she does."

Esriel just smiled. "I can tell you some things that might draw your Master Jinn to your side." The Guardian looked away for a moment, a reminiscent expression crossing his face. "My Kenzi resisted a few days when we first left Garnis. I knew the situation was new and despite all her vaunted courage, perhaps a bit frightening for her. I tried many different ways to comfort her, to let her know she could trust me to hold her but still she kept me at a distance. I could tell she wanted to allow my claim but her thoughts of duty interfered."

"So, I stayed away from her for a full day, allowing time and space for her meditations. Then I went to her cabin and danced for her."

Bruck and Obi-Wan looked at him with somewhat worried expressions.

"Danced for her?" they asked at the same time. Their tone expressed open disbelief.

"Oh yes," Esriel replied, his voice a sigh as he remembered. "There are things you can say with your body which your intended might not hear in your words but cannot ignore when you dance."

"And it worked? For Master?" Bruck asked though he really didn't want to know.

"Oh yes, indeed it did," Esriel said in an extremely smug tone. "Even now, whenever her mind becomes too full of thoughts of worry and duty, I dance for her again." For a brief moment, Esriel's eyes darkened and he closed them. "And sometimes she dances for me," he finished with a whisper.

There was silence in the room for almost a minute as Esriel was lost in his own memories and Obi-Wan shared a wistful fantasy across the bond of Bruck dancing for him. Bruck turned and looked at him in complete surprise before he glanced down with a shy smile. Obi-Wan just pulled his hand up and softly kissed the palm.

"Esriel?" Bruck finally looked up and broke the silence as he met the Guardian's gaze. "Will you teach me how to dance like that?" he asked in a quiet voice as his eyes cut sideways to glance at his bondmate. "For Obi-Wan? And for Master Jinn?"

Obi-Wan turned quickly to stare at his bondmate but Esriel was very pleased at the request. His expression, however, turned solemn as he gazed at the young man.

"It is an exacting art, Bruck," he replied. "And I am a strict teacher. I will share this with you but you must be willing to follow my instructions with nary a complaint."

"I will respectfully learn whatever you have to teach me, Esriel," Bruck stated firmly.

The Guardian nodded slowly. "Your master may have words about it."

"She'll understand," the padawan said in a certain tone. "She'll have to understand." He twisted the small braid behind his ear for a moment before he turned to his bondmate. "Obi-Wan and I both want this."

"Very well, we will begin this evening," Esriel said as he glanced at Bruck's bondmate. "Obi-Wan may come and watch as well but he must be silent. There is much to accomplish if you wish to win your Master Jinn."

Bruck beamed at him as Obi-Wan twined their fingers together again.

"Thank you, Esriel," he said softly.

Esriel watched with a neutral expression as Bruck Chun danced for him. The padawan was garbed only in the flowing silk pants that a student dancer of Garnis wore, showing off the perfect body of a lad trained in forms from early childhood. His feet and ankles were bare but for the thin, belled anklets he wore and he moved effortlessly through the steps of a dance that many a junior Consort had trouble mastering. Esriel had privately been amazed at how quickly the young man had taken to the sensual dances of a Consort's craft. Indeed, he would have made an excellent Consort and would have probably been chosen by Yitherian himself, as interested as the Prince had been in the serious young padawan always at Lady Zath's side.

Bruck turned gracefully and flowed into the final forms of the dance. His movements were perfectly in time with the music floating in the air and his eyes were closed as he concentrated on the dance. That was one difference from the traditional training forms that Esriel allowed. A consort always trained with his gaze on the teacher, watching for instruction and learning the sensual expressions he or she would give to their chosen. Esriel had an idea that Bruck would have no trouble with that part of the dance. He suspected that when Bruck finally did dance for his chosen, there would be no trouble in luring them to his side. Also, the Consort didn't think Lady Zath would take well to her padawan shooting 'come hither and take me' glances at her husband.

Esriel glanced across the room to where Kenzi was seated at her computer terminal - a place Esriel had decided she spent entirely too much time. The Consort struggled not to smile as the Jedi Master continued to peek over her terminal at her padawan, her expression veering from awed amazement and pride at her padawan's skilled execution of the complicated dance to stubborn petulance when she remembered he was learning this for Master Jinn, of all people.

As he had predicted, she had been very unhappy with her padawan's choice. Kenobi was one thing. Despite the boy's obvious issues with blowing up buildings while on missions, she couldn't object to him as Bruck's lover because the Force itself had bonded the two padawans and Kenzi's trust in the Force was absolute. But Master Jinn was a different story all together. He was the one who taught Obi-Wan his methods for blowing up buildings and stealing starships. Bruck was liable to end up doing the same thing when he was sent on missions if he spent too much time with the Jedi Master and Kenzi didn't want her padawan picking up bad habits.

Esriel couldn't help but admire Padawan Chun's response to what was obviously his master's worry about the possibility of his being hurt by the older Master Jedi. He just took her hand and explained in simple and eloquent terms why he wanted to do this and how he felt about Master Qui-Gon Jinn. He also firmly said that he and Obi-Wan were going to pursue the master and that he would really like it if she supported his choice.

Kenzi, of course, had folded immediately and assured her padawan of her support and affection. She had since kept her opinion of Master Jinn and his cootie problem to herself. But she still obviously worried.

Esriel worried, as well, but it was more about how Kenzi would react once Bruck Chun and his bonded caught Qui-Gon Jinn. Because the Guardian Consort had no doubt that the determined pair of padawans would snare the older Jedi.

The Consort pulled his attention back to his student as Bruck slowed, approaching the end of this set. He watched the boy's form carefully even as he registered the soft chime of the doorbell. Bruck gave no indication that he'd heard the chime and continued the dance perfectly, slowing his movements until they were sensual and inviting. Esriel had no doubt that this boy was going to keep both his lovers twined securely around his fingers.

Neither the teacher nor his student registered when Kenzi keyed the door to open but Bruck knew immediately when Master Jinn stalked into the room. Kenzi squeaked somewhat alarmingly before she cleared her throat, obviously embarrassed to have squeaked in company.

Esriel saw the minute hesitation in Bruck's movement but the padawan just continued without acknowledging the large Jedi who was now glaring across the room. His steps were flawless and sure as he finished the dance perfectly, one knee on the floor, his hand outstretched hopefully in Esriel's direction.

There was a low growl and then a very shocked "Master Jinn!" from Kenzi before Bruck glanced up, surprised to find a very intent looking Master Jedi towering over him.

He glanced warily up at the looming master Jedi for a long moment. The master's usually serene expression was gone and in its place was one Bruck had only seen in Obi-Wan's memory. It was almost...possessive. Bruck blinked and then said the first thing that crossed his mind.

"No black leather?"

Qui-Gon's intent expression flickered for a moment with confusion and along his link with his lover Bruck could hear his bondmate crowing with laughter. The confusion showed for only a moment, however, before the intense look returned. Glacial blue eyes glanced from the kneeling Bruck to the Guardian Consort seated quietly on the couch. Bruck could swear he heard the Master Jedi growl again.

"You shouldn't dance for anyone but your bonded, Padawan Chun," Qui-Gon finally said. His tone was one Bruck had never heard before. It was dark and deep and it made him want to drown in the master's voice.

"I wasn't dancing," he replied faintly. Qui-Gon raised a very skeptical eyebrow, his hard eyes again tracking to Esriel, who said nothing. Bruck bit his lip for a moment as he slowly stood.

"I mean I was dancing but not how you think I was dancing. I was learning how to dance," he finished with an earnest expression.

Qui-Gon appeared stunned before his eyes narrowed as he mentally connected the dots. "Esriel is teaching you?" he asked, his tone almost disbelieving.

"Of course, Master Jinn," Esriel stated calmly as he also stood.

"To what purpose?" the Jedi demanded, as a rather riled up Kenzi stamped to her husband's side. She opened her mouth to blast the older Jedi when Bruck caught her gaze with an appealing one of his own.

Please, master, he sent softly and Kenzi's mouth closed with a snap. Esriel's lips curved slightly as he pulled his wife close to his side and then turned his gaze back to Master Jinn.

"That you will have to ask Padawan Chun," he said with a nod before he turned back to Bruck. "Very well done, youngling," Esriel said with a half-smile before he moved away, pulling his princess along with him as he moved towards their bedroom. Kenzi looked rebellious until another glance at her padawan's pleading gaze kept her moving.

He'd best not hurt you, padawan, she sent firmly with a final glance in Bruck's direction before the door to her room slid closed.

Bruck closed his eyes for a moment before he turned back to face Master Jinn. The master Jedi glared at the now closed door of Kenzi's bedroom for several seconds more. Finally, Qui-Gon turned to the waiting learner. The hard blue eyes blinked for a moment as if registering the sight before him. Bruck was surprised when the man's eyes swept over his somewhat sweaty form before his gaze came back to meet his own, their blue color considerable darker than a moment before.

"Why was he teaching you to dance, padawan?" Qui-Gon asked quietly. Bruck took a deep breath and then calmly met his gaze.

"I wanted to learn to dance for Obi-Wan," he said almost shyly and Qui-Gon couldn't help his sharp glance away from the padawan so Bruck couldn't see the want in his eyes. Bruck hesitated for a moment before he reached up and carefully pulled Qui-Gon's chin around to meet his gaze before he continued quietly. "And I wanted to dance for you."

Qui-Gon stared down at the obviously nervous apprentice. "For me?"

Bruck bit his lower lip for a moment before he slowly nodded. "Yes, for you," he stammered. "And for Obi-Wan. We - I mean both of us - wanted you but you didn't seem to want us. But since you did want Obi-Wan before, it must have been me that was the problem so I thought if I learned how to dance for you maybe you would...." Bruck dropped his eyes to the floor and mumbled something that even with Jedi hearing Qui-Gon couldn't make out.

"Maybe I would what, Bruck?" he asked, reaching out to tip the padawan's chin up. Bruck just looked up at him, his blue eyes shimmering.

"Maybe you would want me too," he whispered and bowed his head again.

Qui-Gon looked down at Bruck's bowed head before he leaned down and softly kissed the learner's forehead. Bruck looked up, his eyes a little hopeful, a little afraid. The expression went right to Master Jinn's carefully guarded heart.

"Ah, Bruck," he sighed and leaned down to kiss him gently. A sweet brush of lips, a soft caress of tongues and the Jedi master was lost as Bruck shyly returned his kiss. Qui-Gon desperately wanted to pull the padawan closer and deepen the kiss but he could feel Bruck's body shaking and he remembered Obi-Wan's passing remark that Bruck craved affectionate touches but was sometimes still afraid of the memories certain touches evoked.

Instead of pulling his lover-to-be closer, Qui-Gon cupped the padawan's face with his hands and lightly kissed him again and again, slow, gentle kisses across Bruck's lips, his cheeks, his eyes, his chin and then, with a smile, Qui-Gon rubbed his cheek against Bruck's.

The padawan reached up with tentative hands and lightly ran his fingertips along Qui-Gon's bearded chin.

"It's softer than I expected," he breathed as he explored the outlines of Qui-Gon's face. The older Jedi smiled and curious fingertips outlined the expression before Qui-Gon sucked them into his mouth briefly and nipped them playfully.

"Come here," the larger man said as he sank onto the nearby couch and gently guided Bruck to straddle his lap. He ran the palms of his large hands slowly along Bruck's thighs, reveling in the soft feel of the silk covering toned muscles.

At the sudden change in position, however, the young man froze for a moment as he looked down into Qui-Gon's steady gaze. Bruck's head was slightly above the larger man's and Qui-Gon hoped this would make Bruck feel more comfortable even as he worried he might be pushing the young man too quickly.

Bruck, however, just closed his eyes for a brief moment as he took a deep breath and then laid his hands carefully on Qui-Gon's shoulders. For a long moment, he stared into steady, blue eyes before he leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against Qui-Gon's. The man responded with a quiet tenderness, allowing the padawan to control the kiss while still showing how much he enjoyed Bruck's touch.

"Is he groping my padawan?"

Kenzi's sharp voice suddenly echoed in the silent room and Bruck twisted to find his master standing outside her door, hands on her hips, scowling at the pair on the couch. Behind her stood Esriel with a long-suffering look on his handsome face.

Master! Bruck mentally wailed as he glared across the room at Kenzi. She just crossed her arms and bared her teeth.

"He is blatantly groping my padawan," she snarled as her husband tried to pull her back into her room.

"Master Jinn is doing nothing that Bruck does not want," the Guardian stated gently before he caught Kenzi around her waist. "Now hush," he murmured as he turned her and kissed her for a long, sweet moment. When he released her lips, she looked up at him, baffled for a moment, trying to remember what she was saying before. Then she heard a faint snicker from her living room and her eyes narrowed as she tried to look over his shoulder. She couldn't tell which Jedi on the couch had laughed.

"Esriel, Jinn is...is snogging my padawan! That implies an exchange of spit. What if Bruck gets cooties?"

"I'm sure the boy has been inoculated against most forms of disease," the Guardian noted seriously. "Besides, it is their business, Kenzi Zath," Esriel stated firmly, "and you will leave them to it."

And with those words, he pulled his wife into their room and the door shut firmly behind them.

Bruck stared at the door a moment longer to make certain his master wasn't going to come back into the room. When he turned back to his smirking companion, his face was rather red.

"I'm sorry about that, Master Jinn," he apologized. "My Master is just a little...overprotective."

"She has the right to be, Bruck," Qui-gon replied. "But we don't have to provoke her. Why don't we go back to my suite and continue this conversation there?"

Bruck gave him a shy smile before he dropped his gaze.

"I should change," Bruck said quietly as he looked down and ran his fingertips along the silken material covering his thigh. Qui-Gon's hand reached up to cover his fingers and Bruck glanced up as the older Jedi lifted his hand and kissed his palm.

"Just put on a cloak and some sandals, Bruck," he said in a dark, yet soothing tone. "I'm sure Obi-Wan would like to see you dance for him."

Qui-Gon's eyes were a dark, intense blue as he held the padawan's gaze for a long, breathless moment. Then the master nipped at one of Bruck's fingers, which made him jump. Bruck stood quickly, trying to get his breathing to even out as he nodded and went to his room. He didn't even notice the soft jingling of the bells circling his ankles but Qui-Gon did as he watched the youth enter his room with a much more possessive gaze than a Jedi Master ought to show.

Bruck quickly snapped on the sandals he wore for everyday use in the Temple. His fingers hovered over his ankles for a moment before he snapped the ringing anklets off and dropped them into one of his small pockets. He then pulled on his padawan's robe. It felt odd against the skin of his chest and brushing against the soft fabric on his legs. He glanced in the full-length mirror on his wall and had to smirk at the image of a padawan's pedantic brown robe against the tan of his chest and the midnight blue silk encasing his legs.

He stared at his reflection for a long moment, his smirk falling away as he realized what he was planning for the evening, what he wanted from this evening. He wanted Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon to touch him and he wanted to touch them in return, to hold them, to hold him. It would be his choice and he knew they would stop if he said stop.

They would. He knew they would. It wouldn't be like -

Bruck?" Obi-Wan's voice was concerned, the bond transmitting Bruck's rising panic even if the younger padawan didn't realize he was panicking. What's wrong?

Obi-Wan, Bruck replied faintly as he shut his eyes and wrapped his hands around himself, his fingers digging into the solid, brown material of his robe.

"Bruck?" The learner's gaze snapped open and focused on the doorway where Qui-Gon stood with a concerned expression. He took a step into the room and without thought Bruck took a step back, his crystal eyes wide and unblinking.

Qui-Gon studied the stricken expression and then slowly sank to his knees just inside the door settling into an easy meditative pose. He sent out soothing waves of serenity, hoping to calm the younger Jedi.

"Bruck, it's all right," he said, keeping his tone low and even. "You don't have to do anything that you don't want to do."

The padawan closed his eyes and tried to calm himself. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as he counted out the ancient numbers of a children's calming meditation. When he finally opened his eyes, he found Master Jinn still seated on the floor, watching him, his beautiful blue eyes filled with compassion.

"I - " he began and then stopped as he glanced away. "I - want to be with you. I want it so much sometimes, I almost ache with the wanting," he whispered harshly. His hands fisted in the material of his robe as he struggled for the right words. "But then sometimes...when I turn and you're suddenly there...." His words faded as he looked at the serene man seated before him.

"And you remember," Qui-Gon finished quietly. Bruck nodded reluctantly, dropping his eyes to the floor. "Do you have this problem with Obi-Wan?"

Bruck took another breath and then shook his head. "No, but that is because...." Again, his words faded but this time Bruck looked up at Qui-Gon with something like speculation.

"Because?" Qui-Gon prompted but Bruck looked away, lost in a shared conversation with his bondmate.

We haven't spoken of this Obi-Wan he said as he shared his idea through the bond, their thoughts moving quickly and silently. But can we-

Yes.

Are you certain?

YES, Bruck! came the laughing reply.

"Bruck?" Qui-Gon queried and the padawan turned back to him, his crystal eyes a bit lighter with hope.

"Master Jinn-" he began but the Jedi cut him off.

"Here, at this time, I am Qui-Gon," he stated firmly. Bruck nodded and slowly moved to stand in front of the kneeling master.

"Qui-Gon," he began and then smiled at the name. "The reason this is not a problem with Obi-Wan is because I can feel him with the bond. I know he's there even when I can't see him around the corner."

"Of course," Qui-Gon replied with a nod. His expression remained serene but his blue eyes flickered with hurt. Bruck dropped gracefully to the floor, adopting the same stance of his would-be lover.

"I know this is much to ask but - " Bruck reached out to take one of Qui-Gon's hands. "Would you join our bond, Qui-Gon Jinn?"

Qui-Gon blinked for a moment and said nothing as he struggled for the right response.

"I asked my soul healer about it," Bruck plowed on, his words spilling out faster with each syllable. "He said it could be done if Obi-Wan and I are willing. And we both are, Master Jinn. We both want you very much."

"Bruck..."

"My healer said you were strong enough," the padawan babbled on. "He said you had the skill and the power needed."

"Bruck, yes," Qui-Gon replied.

"He said all you had to do would be - " Bruck stopped and thought about what he's heard Qui-Gon say. "What?"

Qui-Gon gave the younger Jedi a gentle smile as he reached out to touch Bruck's cheek. "Yes, Bruck, I would be honored."

"Really?" the apprentice squeaked. A brilliant smile appeared on Bruck's face as he clutched the hand he was holding tightly. "Today? Now?"

Qui-Gon looked at the beaming expression on Bruck's face and nodded. Bruck was immediately on his feet and tugging the master up from the floor.

"Come on then," he commanded with a laugh. "Obi-Wan says he's waited long enough."

Qui-Gon grinned as he was led across the room and out into the hallway. As the door shut behind them, however, Bruck let go of the Jedi master's hand and attempted to step back the required three paces behind but Qui-Gon merely pulled him forward and draped his arm across the younger man's shoulders.

"In this we are equals, Bruck," he murmured quietly. "Bondmates are always equal within their relationship."

Bruck looked up at Jinn in surprise. He had known that. Obi-Wan and he were complete equals and he had been told many times that when two people were bonded, they always stood equal to one another.

But at the same time, he knew it wouldn't be like that once Qui-Gon entered their bond.

"I know we should be equals, Qui-Gon," he finally replied in a quiet tone. "But I think Obi-Wan and I will not be able to look to you as anything less than...our teacher and our Guide, I think. You have experience and wisdom and perhaps are a bit more level-headed than Obi-Wan, anyway."

Hey! came the indignant shout over both the Light bond and the padawan's bond. Bruck just smirked.

"In any case, we will probably defer to you for a while longer," he continued and then he gave Qui-Gon a wicked grin. "Until we're knighted, anyway."

The Jedi master looked quite put upon for such a serene Knight of the Order but he hugged Bruck a little closer to his side. "I think we'll probably make up things as we go along, Bruck," he said with a small smile. "It's not as if we ever do anything as expected."

"True enough, Master Jinn," Bruck returned with a chuckle and the two Jedi continued on the rest of the way in a companionable silence. When they finally approached Qui-Gon's suite, Bruck palmed it open and the two Jedi stepped into the living room.

They both blinked in momentary surprise to find the room dark with only a circle of candles lit in the center of the room. Obi-Wan sat serenely within the circle, the light from the candles gleaming on his skin, clearly showing that he wore nothing more than his padawan's braid.

"Welcome bondmate and bondmate-to-be," he said in a serious tone. "Will you join me?"

Qui-Gon stood still for only a moment before the Jedi master stepped forward and started to disrobe. As he took off each piece of clothing, he folded it solemnly and laid it on a nearby table. Bruck watched in awe as Qui-Gon's powerful body appeared, his muscles clearly defined in the light and shadow of the candle. Then the master turned to him and held out his hand.

"Bruck," he asked softly as if he were worried the padawan would bolt for the door.

Bruck just glanced away for a moment, an expression of distress clearly defined on his face as he wrapped his arms around his waist. His body still shamed him with its thick, ugly scarring. Practicing the dance for Esriel was one thing. He only considered the man a teacher and a friend. But, at this moment of intimacy, Bruck didn't want to show himself - flawed as he saw himself - to Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. He wanted the moment to be perfect and he, himself, was far from perfection.

But...he wanted this bonding more than anything he'd ever wanted in his life.

Taking a deep breath and releasing as much of his worries sa he could to the Force, Bruck slowly removed his own clothing and folded it meticulously before he set it aside. Then, hesitantly, he glanced up at Qui-Gon and reached for his hand.

He had known that the older Jedi wouldn't show any sign of revulsion but Bruck was grateful just the same to see the loving acceptance still in Qui-Gon's blue eyes.

The pair then stepped into the ring of candles and seated themselves so that the three were facing each other in a triangle with their knees just touching. Obi-Wan nodded and turned to his master as he spoke again.

"Having weighed our feelings together with our hearts, my bondmate, Padawan Bruck Chun, and I, Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi, wish to invite Master Qui-Gon Jinn to share our Bond of Light, to share our hearts and minds and souls. What is your answer, Qui-Gon Jinn?"

The Jedi master answered just as solemnly. "I am honored to accept," he said, his voice deep and sincere. "I would share my heart and mind and soul with you both."

Obi-Wan smiled briefly at his master before he turned to look at Bruck.

As the one who made the initial request, you must begin, Bruck Obi-wan sent gently. Bruck nodded and then took a deep breath before he relaxed as he held out his hands to his bondmates.

"We welcome you, Qui-Gon Jinn," he said quietly as he met first Obi-Wan's then Qui-Gon's gazes.

Obi-Wan smiled as he reached out to take his hand and held his other out to his master. "We welcome you, Qui-Gon Jinn."

Qui-Gon reached out to firmly take each hand and squeezed gently. "I am deeply honored, Bruck Chun, Obi-Wan Kenobi."

Neither padawan had actually discussed this ritual bonding beyond the words that were to be spoken. They only knew to open themselves to the Force and ask for its blessing and guidance. But it was only a few seconds later that the Force answered. The Bond of Light between Bruck and Obi-Wan was suddenly shimmering and visible, casting a beautiful light in the room and on the faces of the three surprised Jedi. It shimmered and wove itself around the two padawans whose expressions soon changed to one of pure bliss. Then the bond opened itself and welcomed in the chosen third. It wrapped itself lovingly around the three Jedi and bound them, hearts, bodies and souls, with a radiant, resonant bell-like tone echoed through the Force.

Bruck didn't question how he ended up in Qui-Gon's lap, the man's hands gently holding his shoulders as Bruck pressed against his body and kissed him deeply. Bruck didn't question or fear the fact that Obi-Wan was pressed sweetly and hotly against his back, hands reaching around to firmly take hold of his erection and Qui-Gon's and rub them shockingly together.

The song of the Force was singing to all three even as their bodies moved together for the first time. There were breathless cries and moans and pleas and as the pressure built, their minds opened and accepted each other, holding each other close even as their bodies pressed and pulled and pushed and reached for the pleasure they could feel rushing down their newly reformed bond.

And then there was pleasure and light and wonder rippling around them, holding them close and then releasing them back to the reality they thought they knew.

Qui-Gon was holding Bruck close, murmuring into the half-conscious padawan's ear even as Obi-Wan leaned over Bruck's shoulder to press his forehead against his master's. There were no words between them for a long time other than sweet, soft murmurs of love and reassurance. There were gentle touches and caresses and eventually there were tears, all the more cleansing for being shared.

And soon there was nothing but silence as the three new bondmates made their way to bed and slept.

Some weeks later

Bruck glanced up with a welcoming smile as the door slid open and Obi-Wan stalked through. The older padawan had a disgruntled expression on his face as he dropped his shoulderbag to the floor and strode angrily over to the couch. Grumbling under his breath, he threw himself down beside his bondmate.

Bruck blinked once and then without even bothering to ask what was wrong, he tapped into their bond to see for himself. A moment later, he burst into laughter, which prompted an immediate glare from his affronted lover.

"It's not funny!" Obi-Wan snarled as he leaned over to punch his bondmate's arm. "It's your fault anyway!"

Bruck tried to contain his laughter as he absently rubbed his arm. "How can it be my fault?" he asked with a wounded tone that was completely unbelievable as his snickers kept popping out between his words.

"If you had just told me you were ready for sex instead of brooding about it, I wouldn't have been so distracted as to lose to a first year padawan in the first place!" Obi-Wan snapped.

His bondmate tried to look contrite, truly he did. But after a single look at his lover's disgusted expression, he started laughing again.

"And now all his little yearmates are challenging you, hoping for the same luck," Bruck stated, his chuckles almost drawing an answering smile from Obi-Wan.

"Every single one along with hopefuls from the older classes," the padawan moaned as he cuddled up beside Bruck, hoping for some sympathy but knowing it was highly unlikely.

"I daresay you're good for them," Bruck replied, reaching out to tug on his bondmate's braid gently. "Beating Obi-Wan Kenobi gives them something to strive for."

"Oh sure," Obi-Wan huffed. "And that little brat of a first year refuses to tell anyone how he defeated me. He acts like it was some top secret maneuver his master taught him."

Bruck snickered again but wrapped his arm around his lover and squeezed. "You know he'll bask in his fame for several years to come. Think of how much joy you've given him."

Obi-Wan just snorted and cuddled in closer to his companion. Bruck idly brushed his fingers through Obi-Wan's hair before he broached his own experience from earlier in the day. Finally, he leaned back a little and met his lover's gaze.

"While you were off playing with the first years, I was studying in the library for our Cultural Philosophies exam." Bruck eyed his bondmate as Obi-Wan suddenly studied the ceiling. "You know that's less than a week away."

Obi-Wan just grinned. "I've got time."

Bruck sniffed disdainfully before he continued. "Anyway, it was a little odd but Sath'ki sat down at my table today just to talk," he said quietly as he ran his fingertips along the arm Obi-Wan had curled around his bondmate's waist.

"Why would that be odd?" Obi-Wan asked, his brow wrinkled in thought. "He's your soul healer."

"Yes, but he's never really approached me outside the confines of the Healer's Wing," Bruck said thoughtfully.

"I know you've spoken of him but I don't think I've ever met him? What does he look like?"

"Tall, dark hair, pointed ears, the most beautiful eyes...ouch!" The white-haired padawan glanced up in surprise as he rubbed his shoulder. "What was that for?"

Obi-Wan glared at his bondmate for a long moment and then sighed. Sometimes Bruck could be so oblivious. "Nothing."

Bruck actually pouted and Obi-Wan closed his eyes.

"So what did Knight Sath'ki want?" he asked, cuddling closer to his stiff bondmate.

There was silence for a moment before Bruck decided to forgive his sore shoulder and lack of explanation and relaxed into Obi-Wan.

"He asked a lot of questions - things he should already know really - about the bond and about how it came to be between us." Bruck glanced up at Obi-Wan and found a puzzled expression on his face. "He said he wanted me to speak to him not as a soul healer but as another Jedi. He wanted to know what we thought about the Bond of Light, as he called it."

"Did he say why he wanted to know?"

"Not really. He said something about writing a dissertation but...he asked me something I wasn't certain how to answer. It's never really come up in our sessions and I was somewhat surprised."

There was silence in the room for almost a full minute before Obi-Wan shook his companion. "Well, what did he ask?"

Bruck looked up thoughtfully and then chewed his lower lip for a moment. "He asked me if I thought this bond was what had kept me from the Dark when I was on T'tcht."

"What?" Obi-Wan jerked upright and turned to look at Bruck. "How dare he invade your privacy like that!" the other padawan steamed even as Bruck reached out to grip his bondmate's shoulders firmly.

"Obi, he is my soul healer and I've trusted him with a lot more private things than that." Bruck sighed. "He seemed very sincere when he said it was important and he would never presume to ask but that perhaps my answer might save another from the Dark." The younger student gave his lover a look that asked for understanding. "I felt no deception in him. It seemed as if he truly wanted to help someone."

Obi-Wan pressed his lips together angrily before he released the unusual emotion to the Force. He nodded and then pulled his bondmate to his chest.

"May I ask how you answered him?" he asked quietly.

Bruck curled his arms around his lover's waist and replied into his chest.

"I told him that...that I wasn't kept from the Dark, that there were times I imagined exactly what I would do when I got those chains off, how I was going to tear those men apart and make sure they were still living while I did so, how I felt myself sliding into insanity every time one of those soldiers touched me."

Obi-Wan desperately clutched his bondmate to him but Bruck pulled back and looked him in the eyes.

"But then I told him no matter how far into the Dark I went, no matter how much I despaired and wanted to die or worse, wanted to kill, there was always a thread of hope, a spark of light that would pull me back. I didn't know what it was then. But later, when I had to confront that time, I realized that hope was you, Obi-Wan. And through you, there was Qui-Gon."

Obi-Wan stared at his bondmate, his mouth opening and closing for a few moments before he reached out to touch Bruck's cheek. "I...didn't know that, Bruck," he said, his voice unsteady.

The younger padawan smiled up at him. "Now you do, and tonight I'll tell Qui-Gon the same thing."

Obi-Wan pulled his bondmate close and buried his face in Bruck's white hair. "I love you," he whispered.

Bruck just send a brilliant wave of love and affection down their bond and then settled against his bondmate once again. He reached out to tangle his finger's in Obi-Wan's braid even as the door to their suite opened and admitted Qui-Gon.

The tall master was thumbing through his communicator, looking over his appointments when he glanced up to find his two bondmates curled up on their couch. With a smile and a last look at tomorrow's worries, he tossed aside the comm and moved to sit down beside Bruck.

The pair gave him welcoming smiles and kisses before they all settled down and listened to the soothing melodies that echoed in the room. After several minutes, Bruck turned to the master and gave him a thoughtful look.

"Master, do you know Knight Sath'ki?" he asked softly.

Qui-Gon stiffened for only a moment but Bruck and Obi-Wan felt it.

"I do know him. He is a good knight, a very good soul healer. One of the best in the Temple."

Bruck glanced at Obi-Wan for a moment and then back to their lover. He studied Master Jinn for a quiet moment.

"Do you not like him?" he finally asked in a wary tone. Perhaps he shouldn't have spoken to the dark-haired knight about their bond.

Qui-Gon looked away and then turned back to his lovers with a sad expression. "I liked him very much at one time but that was many years ago." He reached out to twine Bruck's short braid around his fingers. "He was very close to Xanatos, you see. They were lovers for the last few years Xan was with me."

The master sighed for a moment and then touched Bruck's cheek before he gave Obi-Wan the same touch. "Since Xanatos...left the Order, I hadn't spoken to him until Bruck came into our lives and Sath'ki was his assigned soul healer."

Obi-Wan and Bruck both blinked at Qui-Gon before they turned to each other, communicating silently without even realizing it.

You think he might be able to send the information to Chiyari? Obi-Wan asked in a worried tone.

Bruck considered and then answered firmly. I hope so.

What? Obi-Wan looked stunned. Why? It's Chiyari, for Force's sake! He was a complete bastard!

Yes, but had you gone to AgriCorps, Obi-Wan, I could have easily followed his path into Darkness. Obi-Wan looked shocked and Bruck reached out to curl his fingers with his bondmate's. Perhaps the Force will finally bring together two souls who should never have been separated. Perhaps a Bond of Light will finally bring Xanatos Chiyari some measure of peace.

I...suppose so, Obi-Wan conceded.

Now that that is settled, Qui-Gon's voice intruded on their mental conversation. Perhaps you might enlighten me as to what you are talking about?

Both padawans gave Qui-Gon a rather sheepish look but the master merely raised a sleek eyebrow.

"Well, Master," Bruck began, "It's like this...."

After Bruck recounted his conversation with Knight Sath'Ki and their suppositions about what he would use the information for, Qui-Gon sat quietly for a several minutes. Then he wrapped his arm around Bruck's shoulders and pulled him closer to his side.

"It pains me to think that Xanatos' salvation was lost even before he began training as a padawan," the master said quietly as he studied his bondmates. "But at least now the soul healers know what to look for." He sighed and glanced away even as Obi-Wan stood and settled himself on his master's other side.

"And perhaps Sath'Ki knows what became of Xanatos' bondmate," Bruck said in a soft tone. "Perhaps even now, Xanatos might find his way back to the Light."

Qui-Gon gave Bruck a gentle smile. "I do hope so, Bruck," he said as he glanced away again, obviously looking into old memories. "I do hope so."

Bruck sighed as he exchanged a glance with Obi-Wan before they both cuddled their Jedi Master. They spent a pleasant hour just soaking in each other's presence and conversing. Bruck was just contemplating whether he should actually do something constructive with the remainder of his afternoon or continue to bask in his bondmate's company when his master sent him an unexpected call.

Padawan? came her voice in his mind, filled with an emotion her padawan tagged as almost - smug?

Yes, Master? he returned immediately.

Can you and your bondmates join me in fifteen minutes in Docking Bay One? she requested. "Especially Master Jinn? I suspect he would truly wish to be there.

Bruck blinked and then turned to Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon, who were both returning his look curiously.

"Master wishes us to join her in Docking Bay One," he said in a bewildered tone. "She specifically mentioned you, Qui-Gon." Bruck looked a bit wary. "I got an impression that she was...snickering."

Qui-Gon raised his eyebrows at the thought of what could make Master Kenzi Zath snicker.

"Perhaps we should join her then," he said as he gave his bondmates a final hug before he stood. Bruck nodded and then sent the message to Kenzi that they would be joining her soon.

Very good, Padawan, came her reply and the white-haired padawan was sure she was laughing. I do believe it will be quite worth your while.

The three Jedi gathered their cloaks and left their quarters, the two padawans moving three steps perfectly behind Master Jinn. Fifteen minutes later, they walked into Docking Bay One, the largest docking bay attached to the Jedi Temple. It was immediately obvious that the entire Council was present along with Kenzi and several other Jedi masters.

To look at the group, one would think they were merely chatting quietly, the picture of Jedi serenity and affability. The second one tapped into the Force, however, the feeling of smug anticipation almost overwhelmed the newly arrived trio.

"Ancestors!" Bruck said in soft surprise. He leaned over to Obi-Wan and said, "If I didn't know better, I'd think the Force was smirking."

Obi-Wan nodded warily as Qui-Gon led them over to the group of waiting Jedi. "I wonder what the Council is up to. You rarely see the entire group together like this."

"Except when they came to see my Master return the last time," Bruck said a bit sourly. "The whole Council was there for that little welcome home party."

"However, if you'll look, Padawans," Qui-Gon interrupted them quietly with a rising grin, "you'll see that the entire Council is not here."

The two young men quickly glanced over the gathered Jedi and then looked back at their bondmate.

"Master Windu seems to be absent," Obi-Wan noted hopefully. "Dare I ask if we are waiting for him to arrive?"

"We certainly are, Padawan Kenobi," Master Zath answered as she strolled over to join them. Kenzi's smile was reminiscent of some predators the padawans had recently studied in Wildlife Confrontations class. "Master Windu was sent to make First Contact with a world whose inhabitants seem to be highly sensitive to the Force. He is returning today and, as I understand it, Master Yoda thought it would be...nice to have a welcome home committee waiting for him."

"Indeed?" Master Jinn asked his eyebrow only slightly arched. "Master Yoda has always been quite thoughtful with regards to his padawans' well being."

The two Jedi masters shared an almost evil smirk. Beside them, Bruck and Obi-Wan shuddered.

"I can only thank the Force that I'm not one of his padawans," Bruck murmured to Obi-Wan.

"I've heard the horror stories," the older padawan returned quietly.

Further conversation was interrupted as a very large, streamlined ship moved to hover over the docking bay and then slowly descended. The ship, itself, was an unusual design and obviously armed but extremely quiet as it settled into its platform. Only a few moments later, a hatch opened in the side of the craft and a wide ramp lowered to the docking bay floor. Several tall figures dressed in dark uniforms that bristled with weapons marched down the side of the ramp, halted a few feet from the bottom of the ramp and then turned sharply to face each other.

The group waited quietly for several moments until Master Mace Windu appeared at the top of the ramp, dressed in robes far more formal and rich than a Jedi was normally seen to wear. Beside him was a handsome boy of perhaps eight years, also richly dressed and obviously quite overwhelmed with what he was seeing. Even from a distance, Bruck and Obi-Wan could tell the lad's eyes were wide and dark as he turned to speak with Master Windu. Mace leaned down for a moment to answer the child's question before he reached out to touch his shoulder with assurance. Then the pair walked down to the bottom of the ramp and the padawans were surprised to see each soldier bow as the pair passed on their way to meet Master Yoda, who now stood waiting for them.

"Do you think the boy is a new padawan?" Bruck asked, looking over the child with a curious gaze.

"Possibly," Obi-Wan murmured back. "But that wouldn't be enough to bring the Council out, would it?"

"I don't think so," the younger youth replied.

The newly arrived pair had almost reached the Head Councilor when the warriors still lined along their path gave a shout and then went down to one knee. If Bruck hadn't been watching Master Windu, he would have missed the expression of resignation that was quickly covered by a stoic Jedi look of serenity. There was no missing how the boy's face brightened though at the figure that now appeared at the top of the ramp.

She was beautiful, there was no question about that. Her eyes were wide and dark and her skin was the same flawless, rich color that was sometimes seen in the most flavorful of the rare Hibistin cocoa. Her dress was the dark red of molten lava and clung to her form, showing that it was as perfect as her face and her golden headdress held back long waves of silky, black hair that curled and tumbled about her shoulders.

She stood quietly for a moment as she surveyed the gathered Jedi with a rather somber expression. Then as her dark eyes fell on Master Windu and the boy at his side, her lips curled up ever so slightly. She held out her hand and the soldier at the top of the ramp immediately stood and put his hand under hers. Without even glancing at him, she regally stepped forward, walking down the ramp with small, almost sensual steps.

Oh little godlings, Bruck thought loudly as his mouth was too stunned to form words.

Obi-Wan blinked and tried to feel jealous of his bondmate's reaction to the woman but really, he could completely understand. Every male on the platform watched as the woman slowly and gracefully glided down the ramp, her every move an artform. Complete silence ruled the docking bay until she came to stand beside Master Windu and the youth beside him. She released the soldier who accompanied her with a casual wave of her fingers and then, with another slight curve of her lips, she reached out to grasp the hand the boy held out with a smile.

When she looked up at Mace, however, the curve of her lips lengthened into something of a predatory expression and Bruck saw Master Windu, fearless Councilor and veteran of uncounted missions and battles, flinch.

"Welcome, you are, Lady Avearem Kir, Ariana of Jileeki," Councilor Yoda spoke into the silence and his voice carried to each Jedi present. Then he turned to the boy who was eyeing him somewhat suspiciously. "Welcome, you are, Padawan Teveary Kir, to Coruscant."

The woman nodded regally. "We thank you for your welcome, Head Councilor of the Jedi," she replied, her voice low and dark and honey smooth.

"Also, may I introduce the Council of the Jedi," Yoda continued as he gestured towards the group of knights and masters behind him. "Greet you formally, each member will, once you have settled into your suite of rooms."

Lady Kir gave the group a graceful nod and a breathtaking smile. She had a bright, vibrant presence in the Force and from her a feeling of bright welcome rolled across the docking bay that affected even those among the Council that had prided themselves on their complete serenity. Every one of them could feel the strength of this women's connection to the Force though it was obvious that she, herself, was not aware of it.

"I am honored Councilors and thankful for this opportunity," the Ariana answered in a formal tone as she met the gaze of each Councilor. She made sure to fix each face in her mind before she returned her gaze to Yoda. "We also thank you for the opportunity to oversee the training of our beloved son in the mystical ways of the Jedi. We hope to bring this knowledge back to our world and build our understanding of what you call the Force."

Yoda blinked at the lady's words and then sent a questioning glance at his former padawan. Master Windu just looked resigned.

"I have explained to her the way in which padawans are trained here at the Temple, Master Yoda, but as she pointed out to me - many, many times - it is the Ariana's right to oversee the training of her heir," Mace said, his face holding no expression at all.

Lady Kir shot the stoic Councilor another predatory look as she reached over to touch his cheek.

"And the training of my Consort, as well," she noted with a sly smile. Mace glanced over at her - no - Bruck had to change that thought. Mace Windu glared at the woman. Lady Kir simply smiled quite affectionately at him and then looked down at Yoda with an expression that contained shades of thanks along with quite a bit of condescension.

"I understand that you were Master Windu's teacher, Master Yoda, and he is quite well trained for battle and diplomacy. But I am sorry to point out that there are several areas where his behavior is...lacking," she said delicately. "I wish to rectify this problem before we are bonded as well as make certain my son receives adequate training."

Mace bared his teeth in something of a snarl. "Avearem...."

Yoda just reacted with a flat, little, "What?"

"Indeed, Head Councilor," she continued, ignoring Mace's flaring nostrils and dark flushed cheeks. "There are many areas in which I would be happy to help you in the instruction of your future padawans. I have even brought some of the royal handbooks." She glanced at the obviously steaming Master Windu with a fond though amused expression. "For example, my Dear One is completely unable to dress himself in clothing other then the beige atrocity you refer to as a uniform. I had to have an entirely new wardrobe created for him just to be seen with him at Court functions. And his ability to entertain at gatherings is practically non-existent." The Lady Kir looked quite put out as she turned her gaze down at the Head of the Jedi Council. "With his lack of training as our guide, we might come to believe that the Jedi don't know how to train their males in the sensual or erotic arts."

And for the first time in anyone's memory, Master Yoda, head of the Jedi Council, opened his mouth but found he had nothing to say - that could be said in public that is.

"Lady Kir," Mace finally broke the stunned silence, his voice quite loud as he turned to her. "I believe further conversation concerning any...training may be held in private," he stated flatly as he held out his hand somewhat imperiously.

She eyed him for a long moment before she glanced down at her wide-eyed son. She smiled at Teveary again before she released his hand to take Master Windu's. Then she turned her gaze back to Mace, her expression determined.

"Very well, my dear Mace," she said as her son took her other hand. "I just wanted Master Yoda to know where he needed help with his instruction and that I would be happy to help him with his future pupils," she noted guilelessly as they began walking across the docking bay towards the Temple. "I have already engaged tutors for you in those skills that you are most sorely lacking."

Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Bruck and Kenzi all heard Mace grinding his teeth as the small group passed them but the Councilor said nothing as the Lady continued her rant.

"I will not have a Consort who cannot serve me a decent formal meal, so do not think of trying to get out of lessons. It's very nice that you can dissect my enemies with that floral-colored weapon of yours but the finer arts are just as important as the destructive ones."

As Lady Avearem Kir, Ariana of Jileeki, was escorted out of sight, her soldiers stood and moved up the ramp. A few minutes later, vast amounts of luggage began to be unloaded from the large spaceship and the various Jedi still standing stunned in the docking bay finally started snickering and then, outright laughing.

All save for Bruck, who looked a bit worried.

"I'm almost...sorry for him," the white-haired padawan stated as he stared at the doorway where Mace, Yoda and the new arrivals had disappeared.

"You're too softhearted, my padawan," Kenzi said with a gleeful expression. "Master Windu got exactly what he deserved and I, for one, can't wait to see what happens next."

"But Master - " Bruck began but Qui-Gon interrupted him.

"Don't worry about Mace," he said between chuckles. "He's a strong Jedi and has more than once said that we should all follow where the Force leads us no matter what the situation."

"As a matter of fact, I think he said that to me not so very long ago," Kenzi pointed out, her expression bright with mock surprise.

Master Jinn gave his bondmates and Master Zath a very heartfelt smirk as they turned to enter the Temple once more. "Let's all consider this the Will of the Force and sit back to watch the show."

Kenzi glanced thoughtfully in the direction Lady Kir and her escort had disappeared. Then she turned back to her padawan and his bondmates.

"You know, I bet Lady Kir would love to have another female to help her settle into the Temple. Just to make sure she has everything she needs," the master said as she tried to look helpful. "And if she's going to have to deal with Master Windu - well obviously she'll need assistance - not to mention the patience of the Force."

"I'm certain you don't need to worry, Kenzi. She has more than enough help," Master Jinn stated firmly, trying to look wise and knowing rather than completely alarmed at the suggestion. "After all, the Council - "

"No, no, it's my duty as a Jedi, to offer any assistance to the visiting dignitaries," Master Zath said as she nodded decisively and then turned to follow the path Master Windu had taken with the new arrivals. Some might think that the wicked smile on her face contradicted her dutiful words. The three she left behind knew this for certain. "I think I'll offer my assistance with whatever Lady Kir might need. I'm sure she'd like to have a friend on planet while she's here."

"But Kenzi - " Qui-Gon started again but the women just looked back with a leering expression that would scare a Sith.

"And perhaps she'll share some of those training techniques she's going to use on Mace," she threatened before she disappeared into the Temple. "I'll let you know."

Bruck, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon stared after the master Jedi with expressions of serenity that completely hid their incipient panic.

"Master, do you think there are any missions available?" Obi-Wan asked his teacher casually. "Maybe to the Outer Rim? We haven't been there in awhile."

Qui-Gon nodded. "Quite possibly. I'm certain the Council has forgotten all about the last time they sent us to the Outer Rim."

"That slave revolt on Tatooine was not our fault, Master," the padawan pointed out hotly. "And besides, we'd have Bruck with us as a steadying influence, right?" Obi-Wan looked at his master ingenuously. "And Master Kenzi as well, since she'd have to go with Bruck, who'd have to go with us."

"Thank the Force you weren't thinking of leaving me behind," Bruck said in a relieved tone.

Obi-Wan gave his bondmate an affectionate glance. "We'd never leave you behind, Bruck," he stated grandly. "You give the best massages."

Bruck glared at him for a moment before his expression smoothed into a slight smile.

"That's good to hear. Because, I wouldn't be surprised if Master offered Lady Kir the favor of Esriel's instruction to Master Mace. Since I'm Esriel's unofficial apprentice already, I'd have to assist in the training. And since you're my bondmates, you'd have to help too because don't think I'm going down alone."

Master Jinn and Padawan Kenobi looked at their bondmate in horror. Then, as one, they grabbed Bruck's arms and headed into the Temple.

"The Council must be in a good mood after this," Obi-Wan stated. "I bet if we catch them now, we could be out of here before evening meal. Master Zath would have hardly any time at all to enjoy Lady Kir's company."

"And don't forget that where Master goes, so goes Esriel - thus keeping him out of Lady Kir's training agenda for Master Mace," Bruck added as he struggled to keep up with his hurrying bondmates. "Perhaps Master Windu would even consider it a favor owed for all of us to get off planet."

"An excellent point, Bruck," was Master Jinn's succinct reply. "We'll have to point that out to Mace." Qui-Gon gave a decisive nod. "As soon as we're off planet, I'll send him a note."

Almost the end...