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Disclaimer: I make no money off of this, believe me. The characters are George's, the twisting is all mine.

Rating: NC-17

Category: AU, Non-con, BDSM

Pairing: Q/O, O/other and Q/other implied

Summary: When all is said and done, Obi-Wan will have his way.

Warning: See the categories! Non-con. Features Angry-and-Possessive! Obi and Resigned-and-Broken!Qui.

Notes: Written back in June for a challenge on LJ to include the line "Fuck me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope." Not beta-ed, and only minimally edited. I'm posting now because I found the piece when working on my site and figured I'd toss it out there.

"You thought you could resist me?" Obi-Wan laughed, a low chuckle filling the cold room. "You should know by now, my dear, that there IS no resisting the greatest lover on all of Coruscant." A cocky grin spread across his face as he leaned in closer to his intended prey. "I've had my way with Padawans and Knights and ... promise not to tell anyone, love ... even a few Council members." He snickered, an image of Master Yoda in the throes of passion burning itself into his retinas. "What makes you think that you're so different, eh?"

From his position on the floor, Qui-Gon Jinn looked up, his eyes full of fear and wonder and ... even lust perhaps? "Nothing makes me think I'm different from the others." His head went downwards, eyes staring at the ropes that bound his wrists together. "To you, I am just another number, just a penis attached to a body for you to use." He shook his head sadly. "No, I am no different, Obi-Wan."

"Good," he smirked. "I'm glad you've seen the error of your ways. Now stand before me."

Jinn rose, his tall frame seeming ever so small when sharing a room with Obi-Wan's demanding presence. The younger man looked over his prize, licking his lips. Qui-Gon's arms were tied at the wrists, a thick cord wound around them. He wore nothing else except for a thin leather collar around his neck, which was tethered to a small hook on the wall. He could feel the chill radiating from the concrete walls. Obi-Wan's eyes trailed from meeting Qui-Gon's, to staring at the older man's broad chest, down to his abdomen, and finally finding a home staring at Qui-Gon's penis.

"Beautiful. Turn around." The elder man did as instructed, turning his back to Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon Jinn had been broken. Or perhaps something in Obi- Wan's mind had snapped. Regardless, the situation ended the same way, either route he took. Here he was, in some subterranean cave, naked and tied up before his former Padawan. And quite frankly, he didn't like the way that things were going.

"You know, I've waited so long to have you here, naked and willing before me." The copper-haired man stopped for a second, turning his words over in his head. "Unfortunately, you don't precisely seem to be willing right now.... but I suppose things can change." His voice lowered, turning into a husky whisper that Qui-Gon had only heard coming from Correllian adult holovid stars. Qui-Gon wasn't sure whether or not he liked this "sexy" voice coming from a man he had practically raised.

"Yes, yes, I'd like to see things change. Right now." Obi-Wan stepped up behind Qui-Gon, the rough fabric of his tunics rubbing up against the elder man's exposed flesh. "You're so beautiful," he breathed, extending his arms, rubbing his hands across Qui-Gon's chest. "So beautiful. Words don't express..." He let his voice trail off as he found Qui-Gon's nipples, pinching them and twisting them, not at all surprised to hear a gasp - perhaps of pleasure - erupt from deep within Qui-Gon's throat.

"You like that, don't you? Then I'm sure you'll like this..." Obi-Wan exhaled and pulled back a hand. A few seconds later, Qui-Gon heard the unmistakable ruffling of tunics and sashes. A few steps, a shake of the leg here and there, and Obi-Wan's clothing had fallen to the floor. He pressed up against Qui-Gon, making sure the elder man was aware of the erection throbbing between Obi-Wan's legs. "So long ... so many years of frustration, of standing in the 'fresher at night, pumping my own shaft with your image in my head." Obi-Wan moved his hands back to Qui-Gon's body now, the fingers trailing through his long, silvering hair, then across his chest, and then down lower, to nestle in the brown curls at the base of his cock. "I've wanted to watch you come, wanted to feel your seed shoot out in my hand, wanted to see you taste yourself... wanted to taste you."

Qui-Gon shuddered, impulsively thrusting into Obi-Wan's touch. What am I doing? he thought. Qui-Gon didn't want this, he didn't want the young man that was holding him and caressing him and - Oh! What was that he was doing with his fingers? His breath hitched in his throat as Obi-Wan roughly pumped his fist up and down, caressing Qui-Gon's shaft with his soft, agile hands.

"You're amazing to me. And you've never loved me. Not once have you looked at me with those big eyes I see you looking at some of the others with. I see how you look at Mace, Qui-Gon. I see how you look at Master Yaddle, for fuck's sake. And you've never, ever, wanted me." He punctuated his sentence with hard, rough thrusts of his hips. By now, Qui-Gon was lost in his own mind, his own thoughts, and all he wanted was release.

It took all that he had to resist Obi-Wan's touch, but he could hold back no longer. Pushing himself into the younger man's erection, he whispered, low and breathy, "Fuck me, Obi-Wan Kenobi... you're my only hope."

Obi-Wan's pleasured laughter could be heard throughout the halls as he plunged himself deep into his partner, now resigned to the situation he found himself in.