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Archive - Yes to Master and Apprentice, others please e-mail me, many thanks!
Category - Qui/Obi, Alternate-Universe, Ani/Other, Humour
Rating - NC-17
Warnings - None
Spoilers - Brief mention of events during Revenge of the Sith
Summary - When Qui-Gon and Xanatos travel back in time, they trigger events that lead to Anakin defeating Darth Sidious. Written in a humorous tone. First part of a series but can be enjoyed as a stand alone story.
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Qui-Gon Jinn tried to navigate his way through the confusing, ever- changing landscape as various threads of Force, Reality and Time collided, bled together and then morphed. He kept a sharp eye on the swiftly moving dark blob in front of him.
He had to stop the baddie from travelling back in time and changing reality! Anakin was redeemed, Luke was about to start the New Jedi Order, Qui-Gon could canoodle with his beloved dumpling Obi-Wan for all eternity, in this death realm.
Of course, the magnificently handsome and even more amazingly hung Jedi Master had no idea who the baddie was, only that he emanated dark Force energy. Which meant that he could find a way to project his consciousness into one of the threads of reality spinning around them. Meaning that he would be a red ghost in the physical world sometime in the past, and with his knowledge of the future, he could shape events and propel everyone on to a different reality path.
Jedi were banned from doing something so self-serving and odious of course, hence Qui-Gon had only appeared for night time cuddles with Obi-Wan on Tatooine (not even the occasional party!) until Darth Vader was safely dead along with the Sith Lord-Emperor.
The Magnificent Jinn had been the first to find a way through this "bridge" dimension. He had used the Force to find passage from the realms of the dead to the world of the living. If he had been able to do it, and then teach Obi-Wan, Yoda and Anakin how to do it, another consciousness within the Force, with enough cunning, could have learned the secret too.
Damn it he should have been more careful! Qui-Gon chided himself, (If he'd had a body, his hair would have flown sexily around him in a reckless manner at that moment). But he had no further time to think, as the blob on the horizon disappeared into a timeline and Qui-Gon plunged heroically after it...
Anakin burst into the Chancellor's office, tears in his eyes, not quite knowing what to do. Only that he had to save Padme, even if that meant keeping the villainous Sith Lord alive.
He bowled over the droid medic with his characteristically dramatic and athletic entrance.
"Anakin! I thought I told you to stay in the Temple!" barked Mace in his don't-mess-with-me kick-ass Jedi Master baritone.
"What happened? You killed him!" bawled Anakin, sinking to his knees beside the old man. How harmless and vulnerable the great man looked, all pale and still and not speaking insidious, and (let's face it) lecherous words.
"He isn't dead," Mace said in a calming voice. Anakin was clearly distressed, and needed to be addressed using the "Monotone Voice" a slight variation of his harsher "Kick-ass Voice" meant to convey compassion.
"You were right, Anakin, he is the Sith Lord we have been looking for. He was using Force-lightning to defeat a strange foe, one that had taken on the unique and unprecedented form of a red ghost. The apparition has since disappeared and we were so shocked that none of us realised the lamp was thundering down upon him until it landed on his head," Mace explained.
Palpatine regained consciousness with a soft moan.
"Chancellor?" Anakin held the hand of his friend and mentor, aware of Mace's disapproval boring into his back for this inappropriate touching. It was still hard to believe that this frail, white-haired man was the epitome of evil in the galaxy.
"Gaaah," Palpatine said weakly, a shudder wracking his frame. "I had the most ghastly vision of the future! I ruled the universe, true, but was undone by a bunch of low-life rebels. And you, my darling Anakin, were hurled into a fiery pit by that horrible Obi-Wan and lost all your youthful vigour and looks! The horror, the horror! You had to live out your days in a life support suit, which, although fashionable, you loathed. And how frustrated you were, because you promptly killed me by throwing me down a generator shaft, and then ran off to share eternity with your beastly little Jedi masters! And I was alone, all alone, forever."
The great Sith Lord, who had plotted universal domination for more than a 1000 years, dissolved into self-pitying tears.
"And not even once, did I get to savour your young, hot, taut, tanned, exquisitely muscled body - well, there was the obligatory conversion blowjob but that was rather unsatisfying with you being heterosexual and obsessed about your wife's health at the time - mmmph...mmm," purred Palpatine.
The young leather-clad Jedi stifled the musings by pressing the Chancellor's face into a firm thigh.
"Wife? What wife?" sharp-eared (if not so sharp-witted) Mace asked.
"He's obviously had a bad concussion," Anakin said hurriedly, looking over his shoulder at the Jedi Master.
Suddenly, the younger Jedi clutched at his chest.
"Padme," he gasped.
Palpatine, who had been trying to nuzzle up the tempting thigh to the lovely crotch, uttered an oath word so foul it shocked even the worldly Mace Windu.
"Anakin, help me," wailed Padme, in the throes of delivering the second twin. Her life force was fading fast, due to some mysterious medical condition aggravated by her pregnancy.
The beleaguered young father, repulsed with an armload of squirmy, stinky newborn son, could only look helplessly at his suffering wife.
"For evil's sake woman!" the Chancellor swept into the birthing room, having easily escaped his holding cell next door. "Pull yourself together. Just look at how gooood your husband looks! How dare you die tragically?"
"Please help her! You said that you could," Anakin pleaded.
Mace raced in after the escapee, cursing the manufacturers of the "Force-neutraliser" collar still snugly wrapped around the Sith Lord's ancient neck, only to see Palpatine zap Padme with a burst of Force-lightning.
"NoooOOOOOOOoooooo!" screamed Anakin and Mace in unison.
"WaaaaAAAAAAAaaaaah!" commiserated two-minute-old Luke Skywalker.
The medic droid interrupted calmly. "All her vital signs are back to normal, she's rallying well."
Palpatine rolled his eyes, "I told you, I'm turning over a new leaf. I'm going to be good, and volunteer for incarceration in the Jedi Temple for the rest of my life." The Jedi could not, in good conscience, kill the now repentant Sith Lord, so they would do the next best thing. Embrace him to their collective bosoms and hope to find the opportunity to suffocate him as soon as possible.
"Thank you, Chancellor, you saved her life," Anakin gushed, beaming as Leia made her noisy entrance into the world.
"Just call me Master...er...Sid, young Skywalker," Palpatine grinned ingratiatingly at the formidable Master Windu.
"Sid?" Mace's brow furrowed.
"You know, short for Sidious," Palpatine smiled.
Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, also precious dumpling of the Magnificent Jinn, prowled sexily into the living room of Mr. and Mrs. Skywalker.
It had been a year since the arrival of the twins, and Anakin's expulsion from the Jedi Order for breaking his vows of chastity and detachment. He was happy enough to go, having had it up to his eyeballs with the suspicious, bureaucratic Council and eager to get it on regularly with his lovely wife.
The Jedi Master was here at the request of Chancellor Bail Organa, who had expressed his concern for Senator Padme Amidala. She had been very morose and withdrawn at the last Senate meeting, and her usually devoted husband, who had accompanied her during her last visit to Coruscant six months ago, had been conspicuously absent. Could the Dark Side be working mischief with Anakin again? Had he grown restless and abusive without the guiding hand of the Jedi? Was poor Padme suffering?
C-3PO greeted him and went off to fetch Padme. Obi-Wan strode out on to the veranda and took in the gorgeous view below. Presently, he saw a fat, tall man running towards him, through the living room. It must be one of the children's nannies, the Jedi Master observed, as Naboo guardsmen were in far better shape.
"Obi-Wan!" the fat man exclaimed, arriving on the veranda.
"A-anakin?!" Even the consummate diplomat could not stop himself from gaping in horror.
"Do I look that bad? Honestly, I don't know how I managed to put on so much weight in the past couple of months," Anakin whined.
"Well, I'm sure some exercise and a healthy diet will put you right," Obi-Wan managed to smile. "It is good to see you, Anakin."
"And it's good to see you too. I've been missing being a Jedi so much, I never imagined that I could be so bored," the younger man's thoughts shifted abruptly, as often happens with people who have too much free time to think, "Obi-Wan, has something happened to Sidious?"
How did Anakin know? The incident had just happened the day before, and only the Council Masters were aware of it.
"Yes, he was killed yesterday. I'm sorry, Anakin, I know you must have mixed feelings about this, you considered him a friend before discovering that he was a Sith Lord. It was a terrible accident...Master Windu was changing the Sith Lord's Force-control collar to the new and improved version 10.0, when it malfunctioned. It was very quick, or so I heard," Obi-Wan squeezed now fat hands.
"Well, it is for the best," Anakin said quietly. "I'm sorry, Obi-Wan, but I think I need to be alone right now."
"Of course," the fiery haired Jedi Master's voice softened with compassion.
After Anakin left the room, Padme came in and flung her arms around Obi-Wan.
"Are you all right?" he asked, startled.
"Oh, Obi-Wan," she sobbed prettily, still cuddled against his manly, linen covered chest (she wished she could tear off his clothes and nibble all that scrumptious muscle!) "Anakin has been having horrible nightmares, he's convinced he's being haunted by the Dark Side. He's so distracted that we haven't slept together in two months (And who would want to sleep next to that hideous fat slob anyway? Thank goodness for the nightmares or I'd have no excuse!)."
She grabbed Obi-Wan's hands and placed them on her breasts. "Your touch is such a comfort."
"Oh! Er...Senator, I'm glad to be of some help..." Obi-Wan tried to extricate himself.
"Oh, Obi-Wan, I've been so frustrated. How did you put up with Anakin all these years? He's such an immature, food-vacuuming, whiney little brat. And he's destroyed so many household appliances trying to "upgrade" them. (And after a year, his sexual technique hasn't improved. It was fine when we met only once in a blue moon, but you try getting orgasmic after four nights in a row of metallic hand on your boobs and bits!)," Padme pressed herself against Obi-Wan again.
"Well, he can get somewhat annoying," the redhead said cautiously. Poor Anakin! If this is what his wife felt for him, no wonder he was comfort-eating!
Then, Obi-Wan gave a soft gasp of alarm.
Padme had suddenly gone stiff and glassy eyed. She groped the Jedi master expertly and briefly around the crotch with a distinctly unfeminine caress, and then fell over backwards on the sofa and passed out.
"Qui-Gon Jinn!" huffed Obi-Wan. "You know you're NOT supposed to jump into bodies, even though you can."
"It's worth it, for that one caress," Qui-Gon laughed, blue and incorporeal. How the departed man longed to have a body again. Even communing in the Force after death did not have that joyous urgency of physical union. But Obi-Wan would not stand having him possess anyone, even for a tryst. He was so adorably prim.
"Poor Anakin! He's on the brink of divorce and plagued by that horribly insidious Sidious from afar and I'm sure this will continue. Now that he's dead, the Sith Lord could attempt to seduce my former padawan as a red ghost, anywhere and at any time! We must bring him home to the Jedi Temple and keep him safe," Obi-Wan lifted his chin determinedly.
"Stop Force-molesting me, Mas-Qui-Gon!"
"Excellent! Our plan could not have gone any smoother," purred Sidious. "Plaguing him with consistent Force-suggestions was very effective, Darth Sidious. He's piled on so much weight, his wife has gone off him, for good," the red ghost reported. "And Obi-Wan is bringing him back to the Temple."
"Goood," chuckled the Sith Lord. "Bring the lamb to the slaughter! I have the perfect disguise, I am beloved; I am trusted. By the time the Jedi Council discover that somehow, Dark Force teachings have been conveyed to the younglings, a whole generation of future Dark Jedi will have already been nurtured! And when Chancellor Organa approves legislation to transfer even more power to the order, under the advice of his most trusted advisor and hero of the Jedi, it will be too late...and Yoda himself will not be able to stop me.
"Not to worry, I remember that the seeds of this plan came from you, and I shall help you in your personal quest. Start looking for a body to occupy, and find one for the Magnificent Jinn. Once we have trapped him on the physical plane, it would be short work to seduce him to the Dark Side. Possessing this virile body, bursting with midichlorians, makes me feel more evil already!"
Darth Sidious beamed at his reflection in a nearby mirror, and the image of Jedi Councillor Mace Windu smiled back at him. Inside the false Force-collar on a nearby table, secretly developed and delivered by Sith allies, the consciousness of the real Jedi Master screamed in impotent despair.
The red ghost smiled grimly. He needed Sidious' power to help him force Qui-Gon back on to the physical plane, and once that was done, he would know the secret to immortality developed by Darth Plagueis, and learned by Darth Sidious; the knowledge of how to pass from one form to another.
He would choose shape shifters to house them, so that they could have their old forms again, and this time he would not fail in his quest to master the Magnificent Jinn. And reunited, they would kill Darth Sidious.
The Sith Lord smiled: treachery, disguise, passion, lust, greed, and selfishness. His new apprentice had all these dark qualities in access, and he could now dream again to die the way every Sith Lord hopes to die: at the hands of an apprentice even greater than himself.
"I have decided to accept your petition for apprenticeship (at least until I can seduce Anakin and harness his great powers to the Dark Side's cause, but I must remember to make sure to fuck him dry first this time!). I name thee Darth Destructor!"
(What a crap name! Vader was so much nicer. Bloody prick playing favourites already. And I still haven't forgotten how he zapped me with Force lightning when we first met to confuse the Jedi. Wait till I kill him...) "I am honoured, my Master," said Xanatos.
Obi-Wan felt large hands reaching into his sleeping robe, and caressing his nipples. Tender kisses warmed his neck.
"Stop Force-moles...Qui-Gon!" Obi-Wan squealed in alarm as he came to full wakefulness and sat up, only to be enveloped by muscular arms.
"How did you get your body back?" the redhead tried unsuccessfully to wriggle free from his randy former master's embrace, but feeling a familiar enormous organ getting erect against his thigh, he stopped his actions. Better to just hold still before the older man got too excited.
"Xanatos is plotting with Darth Sidious to overthrow the Jedi Order from within. Apparently, Darth Plagueis found a way to impose consciousness and midichlorian count on to another's body, which he taught to his apprentice, who taught Xanatos..." Qui-Gon began.
"What, you mean like possessing someone?" a familiar furrow appeared between fire coloured brows.
"Exactly, and Darth Sidious did not die, he has possessed Mace Windu!" exclaimed the Magnificent Jinn.
"No! That's impossible! But, on second thought, Mace has been dressing very flamboyantly of late, and he did send Master Yoda into a wall during a demo for the little ones, although he claimed it was an accident...all very uncharacteristic," Obi-Wan looked thoughtful. "Are you in danger being here? Where's Xanatos?"
"Oh, I screwed him until he passed out and promised to kill Darth Sidious with him so that we could rule the universe as Dark Lords together. Then it was no trouble using the Force to get out of the chains...Oh, but Obi-Wan, I'll never leave you," passionate kisses were rained down upon the redhead.
"You can't be thinking of sex at a time like this. And besides, what makes Xanatos think that you two can handle Darth Sidious? Darth Maul killed you, and you killed Xanatos - or rather cornered him until he chose suicide as the only way out. We need an expert fighter to slay the Sith Lord," Obi-Wan was thinking rapidly.
"Well, you sure know how to kill the mood. I may not be the best warrior in the galaxy, but you must admit that I was an all right master," huffed a hurt Qui-Gon.
"Oh, you were the best master, and the manliest, and the handsomest, and certainly the largest," gushed Obi-Wan comfortingly. "Now bring along your restored ego and throbbing erection, we'll attend to both later, we must warn the Chosen One."
"I say, he's a bit on the fat and slow side to take on a Sith Lord right now, don't you think, although I am positive that he is the Chosen One," the older Jedi said, concerned.
"Stop ogling my bottom, and I know you're Force pulling my pants down! I have to get dressed! I think you lost time during your physical reincarnation, because it has been a month since Anakin returned to the Order, and trust me, he's in excellent shape," replied the redhead.
Anakin was sitting naked in the newly installed steam room facility. The Council had been appalled at how hugely fat he had become during his time away and he was put on a strict diet and exercise regimen. He was in excellent condition now and quite flattered that Master Windu, who had only brimmed with disapproval at his lack of discipline before, had taken a keen interest in his progress. He brushed sweat out of his eyes and smiled to himself. After a few more minutes of weight reducing steaming, he'd be ready for dinner with the stern master.
Darth Sidious, in Mace Windu's body, collapsed contentedly back into bed. He had been spying on Anakin in the steam room, and he had masturbated himself to a heated climax within minutes. Which was just as well, he was planning a tender seduction, and jumping on to Anakin and ravishing the gorgeous young man might put him off homosexual contact for life.
The Sith Lord was amazed at the virility of the body that he was in, as well as the impressive toned musculature and almost overly large sex. It seemed that years of sexual frustration had caused the Jedi master to seek release in physical activity when he wasn't attending to diplomatic business.
Well, he'd better choose a smashing outfit for that evening; it would be a night that he would relish for years to come.
Anakin was impressed at the pricey hotel that Master Windu had chosen for their dinner. It sure beat dining at Dex's. Peacetime must be profitable for the Jedi, Anakin thought with joy, because the meticulous administrator would never splurge on luxuries that the Order could not well afford. He was still on probation, but if the Order had spare money, they might be more inclined to take him back. What was one more mouth to feed when Councillors could afford five-star accommodation on Coruscant during leave time?
Anakin was slightly surprised to be shown up to a suite instead of being brought to a restaurant. Perhaps Master Windu had had to entertain dignitaries earlier in the day and wasn't up to yet another formal dinner. He was flattered that the Jedi master was comfortable enough with him to share a casual meal in private. His hopes for reinstatement went up a notch.
"Anakin, come in, make yourself comfortable," Sidious' greeting was extremely warm, and the Jedi smiled in response, trying not to grin too broadly as he took in the unusual sight of Mace Windu in a floor length, extravagant white velvet robe with pearl decorations.
His amusement was soon replaced by alarm when who he thought was Master Windu practically ripped off his cloak and propelled him on to the bed.
"Bad planning, absolutely no tables and chairs available in the suite," the Sith Lord beamed comfortingly.
"So, um, are we having sandwiches?" Anakin asked. He sidled discreetly away as Palpatine, in Mace's body, sat down too close to him.
"I need to talk to you...this is terribly embarrassing...but I've been watching you recently, and you've been so diligent in your training, so respectful of Obi-Wan and the Council," Sidious was encouraged as a happy smile lit the young man's face.
"Master Windu, I want to prove that I am worthy of reinstatement, and will happily take on whatever task assigned to me. I know that I have been difficult in the past, but time away has made me realise that my heart truly lies with the Jedi Order. I would never do anything to compromise my commitment to you all again," the knight spoke sincerely and eagerly.
"So you're over that silly Padme girl are you?" the Sith Lord could not help a little of the venom that he felt towards who he viewed as his rival seep into his words.
"Senator Padme Amidala is a fine woman, and she deserves a better man than me, an equal who will love her completely, who is not distracted by a conflicting calling. A quiet home would be too small a life for me, I realise that now, and she should have a husband who can appreciate that world with her...so I think we have decided to end the marriage and remain friends, yes,"
Anakin turned away. His wife's rejection was still painful to bear.
"Poor boy," purred Sidious. Anakin gave a yelp of alarm when he felt strong arms encircling him. Jedi rarely ever touched, unless it was to help an injured partner, and Master Windu never touched anybody, except perhaps with his lightsaber.
"Anakin, stop resisting me. You want to be reinstated don't you? All I need is a little proof that you're not going to run off after women again," the Sith Lord kept his voice friendly and reasonable. "Now, just relax. It's perfectly all right to find release with a master so you aren't distracted from your duties with lust."
"Why didn't Obi-Wan tell me about such practises?" Anakin was unconvinced.
"Oh, I'm sure with a war on it just slipped his mind," Sidious smiled reassuringly. "Don't you trust me?"
Anakin thought for a moment. It was true that he needed some form of sexual release. Moreover, who was he to question a respected Council member?
"Yes, of course," he smiled hesitantly, and parted his lips to receive the kiss pressed on them a moment later. It felt strange to be on the receiving end of caresses, Padme had always been quite passive as a lover, but not entirely displeasing.
A combination of deft hands and use of the Force meant that he was soon naked and pressed against his lover's body, as they lay side by side in bed. Anakin moaned softly as his sex was squeezed and massaged expertly as eager lips found his neck. He ran a hand down the hard chest muscle of the man whom he thought was a trusted Jedi master as his partner stroked him to a full erection, pausing only a while to add some lubricant to busy fingers. It was surprisingly comfortable having sex with another man, although it had been many years since he had fantasised about making love with Obi-Wan during masturbation.
The thought of his former master caused a fierce tightening in his balls, and then the caressing hand was soon sliding under and...
Anakin inhaled sharply as the finger ringed and then penetrated his opening.
"All right?" Sidious asked in genuine concern. He wanted to get in and often, if his hot, tanned, young darling didn't take well to being sodomised the first time, then he would be screwed (figuratively) or maybe not screwed at all (literally) in the coming (or not) years.
Anakin was actually wondering if his earlier bath had been thorough enough to do the job. With regard to the finger, he didn't really mind where it was, and minded even less when it started to rub him inside.
"Yes, it feels good," he flashed his Tatooine-born sunny smile at the man whom he thought was a trustworthy leader of the Jedi and followed this with a deep kiss.
The next few minutes were spent in heated necking, and Anakin's opening, virgin as it was, welcomed the second lubricated finger. Sidious could feel the excitement building in the body he had stolen, and he flipped his young partner over so that the knight lay on his back, out of breath and flushed with desire.
It was worth a thousand years of struggle and scheming to be here now.
"Let me help you with that," Anakin offered, sitting up, as the lubricant bottle made an appearance in the Sith Lord's hand, courtesy of the Force.
After rubbing his hands together so that everything was deliciously slippery, the Jedi reached between his lover's legs and started to stroke the impressive erection, while his other hand reached below and massaged the full balls.
"That's so gooood," purred Sidious.
Anakin drew back in alarm, and the Sith Lord realised that, distracted by pleasure, he had let his accent slip.
"What's wrong?" he asked, in the Jedi master's tone.
"Nothing...sorry, something distracted me just now," Anakin kissed his partner and continued spreading the lubricant over the engorged sex.
The older man grabbed his hands, drew them to a heaving chest and then drew him close for a cuddle, nuzzling and kissing his flushed face. Anakin didn't resist when he was gently eased on to his back, with his knees drawn up, so that his lover, sitting between his long legs, could have the most intimate type of access to him.
Obi-Wan was deeply concerned. Anakin was not in the Temple and his comm. link was switched off. Security logs showed that he had left for a meeting with Mace Windu in a hotel.
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan knew that they must warn Anakin and slay the Sith Lord before Xanatos regained consciousness and realised his former master's betrayal.
The determined redhead was careful to make no noise as he crawled swiftly through the air ventilation system towards the vent that opened directly above the suite.
Qui-Gon, who was far too large to go crawling about, and far too horny to be staring at his precious dumpling's pretty bottom for so long, planned to burst through the suite door just as Obi-Wan dropped through the grilled air vent, so that they could ambush Sidious together. They planned to contain him long enough to give a warning to Anakin, who would surely help them destroy the Sith once and for all.
Qui-Gon tried not to think about the timeline that he had lived through, when Anakin had become Darth Vader. He must live in the present, and do his best for the cause of Light.
Sidious pressed a hand to Anakin's chest, almost startling himself for a second because the dark skin contrasted so sharply with the sweaty, tawny skin he had long coveted. The young man stroked his wrist and bicep lazily, breathing heavily. The Jedi's erection was weeping seed; he couldn't be any more ready than he was at this moment.
With one hand resting reassuringly on the trembling muscles of Anakin's chest, the Sith Lord guided his large sex into the virgin opening. The young man winced and whimpered softly, his grip tightening on his lover's arm while his artificial one twisted the sheets, but did not resist.
Using slow but unstoppable pressure, Sidious was soon enveloped in hot, moist muscle. He started to thrust, and Anakin's breath hissed between clenched teeth, it was purest mixture of pleasure and pain that he had ever felt, and it was intoxicating. As his lover thrust into him gently and slowly at first, Anakin released the sheets with his false hand and reached down to masturbate himself.
Obi-Wan peered down through the grilled air vent just as his former padawan came, and he got an eyeful of sweaty young male stroking himself to a climax with a virile lover buried to the hilt inside him.
He had never imagined, (okay, to be honest, he had imagined rather a lot), but never thought to see it in reality. Anakin was really beautiful, and for a terrible moment, he felt a surge of jealousy so profound - (how dare the Sith Lord take Anakin's virginity, it should be mine for the taking!) - that he surprised himself...strange how strong his feelings for Anakin were, and of such a nature too.
To distract himself, Obi-Wan looked elsewhere in the room, trying to ignore the sounds of urgent coupling below. The Force control collar on the bedside table; that must be what is containing Mace Windu!
Just then..."Yes...yes...OB...," Anakin caught himself and disguised his surprised cry of Obi-Wan's name in alarm with a long drawn out moan instead. Positively arousing, his voice, when engaged in receptive moans of sexual delight rather than argument, the redhead in the air vent mused, glad that the younger man had seen him.
The Sith Lord was obviously too preoccupied to sense danger directly above him. One hand was busy stroking Anakin's thigh while another hand fondled the peaked nipples.
The young Jedi arched his back and moaned heatedly, but he flicked an eyebrow up at the same time. (Marvellous! Obi-Wan crowed inwardly in silent delight, my training has not been entirely flushed down the toilet, he can multi-task discreetly!)
Using a system of wiggling eyebrows and swift, seemingly natural gestures focused around the face that they had developed through the years of adventure together, Obi-Wan was able to warn Anakin that Sidious had possessed Mace's body.
Everything clicked into place, and at the a nod from his former master, the young Jedi reached both hands towards his lover and gasped, in a very convincing display of rapture, "Cover me, please, I want you on top of me and inside me at the same time...please..."
(What an effective diversionary tactic, but where does he get those pornographic lines?) Obi-Wan wondered. He pressed a button on the comm. link even as he sliced through the grill with his lightsaber.
When the two parts of grill landed on his back, Sidious was so busy pumping Anakin full of cum that that he almost didn't feel the pain.
Within a second, Obi-Wan had cut open the Force collar. Mace Windu, in blue ghost form, materialised immediately, screaming, "Knock him out!"
Sidious flung Obi-Wan into the wall with a blast of Force lightning, most of which the Jedi master thankfully deflected with his lightsaber. Anakin tightened his hold on his partner with powerful arms and legs, rendering the Sith Lord immobile. A titanic battle of wills ensued as threads of Force raced towards the combatants, the Sith trying to stop the powerful young Jedi's heart from beating using his mind as the Chosen One fought him off both physically and mentally. The struggle gave Qui-Gon the precious few seconds needed to burst through the door of the suite and, with a graceful sweep of his deactivated lightsaber's handle, knock the enemy out cold.
Mace had disappeared. Anakin fully disengaged from the unconscious body of the Jedi Councillor, flinging it off him on to its back. The young man was wheezing, and he grabbed his ribs, two of which he was sure were broken by Force energy wielded by the Sith Lord.
Suddenly, Mace's body went into fierce spasms.
"Force!" the young knight exclaimed in alarm.
"Leave it be, Anakin, it's up to Mace now," Qui-Gon said calmly. He was helping Obi-Wan to his feet. Then, with a smile that made many across the galaxy weak in the knees, the Magnificent Jinn exclaimed, "You've both grown up beautifully!"
"It's good to see you again, Master Qui-Gon," Anakin smiled in return. The body went still, and then a red ghost shrieked indignantly as it materialised unceremoniously over the bed. "I'll be back!" And as suddenly as it appeared, it was gone.
Mace Windu, restored to his body, groaned in relief. He felt surprisingly relaxed and happy though, as if he'd just had the best sex in his life!
Sitting bolt upright, he grabbed the sheet to cover himself just as Anakin pulled on his inner tunic in a hurry and rushed into the bathroom.
The three Jedi masters looked at each other for long moments before Mace said, "It is good to see you again Qui-Gon, where did you get your body? You look just like yourself as a young man."
"From a shape-shifter that Xanatos unfortunately killed, I think he was a Jedi in Agri Corps, one of twins. Not very strong in the Force, so he can't project his consciousness into this timeline and reclaim his body. Similarly for his twin whose body is housing Xanatos. You're stuck with me, I'm afraid."
The two old friends shared a smile.
"What are we going to do with Xanatos?"
"I can't believe that the Council trusts him!" yelled Obi-Wan in a whiney tone that bordered on adorable that he had not used in years.
A naked Qui-Gon pulled off the redhead's left boot and chuckled. He stood up next to the bed and peered down at the prettiest picture he had ever seen or imagined.
Obi-Wan grinned up at his former master, utterly comfortable in his nakedness. There was a private part of his prim and proper, and often nagging, personality that only the Magnificent Jinn knew.
"You've become so skinny, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon's eyebrows came together in concern, "the war must have been hard on you."
"Don't try to change the subject. Are you really taking Xanatos on again as your padawan? We all know that it is a recipe for disaster," Obi-Wan slapped off an eager hand before it rubbed his belly.
"I think he's sincere in saying that he doesn't want his new body destroyed, he was always a very physical man, and suffered more than most in blue ghost form within the Force. And he expressed a desire to seek redemption, which is common in people who have had near death experiences, which I suppose includes him.
"He seems sincere enough, he has pledged millions from his own personal wealth to charities for feeding the poor and for environmental restoration, not to mention the Temple fund," Qui-Gon made another attempt at the tempting belly roll, much smaller than he remembered but still irresistible in his eyes, but was repelled again.
"We wouldn't need to restore environments if he hadn't destroyed them in the first place. And isn't his company defunct anyway? How come he's still so rich? He's a devious man to have squirreled away so much, Qui-Gon, and he will betray you," said Obi Wan with a soft sigh, "I just don't want you to get hurt again."
"You know he is less dangerous to us contained in a body than as a free agent in a ghost form able to project himself wherever he pleases," trying a new approach, the Magnificent Jinn lay down beside his precious dumpling and embraced him. The redhead didn't resist, tired of their little game and knowing that he could do little to dissuade his pig headed former master.
"He has submitted to having his hair cut and having a bug planted in his body, which he can't remove without killing himself, so that the Council can track his every move and blow him up if necessary. For such a proud man who values control in his life, it is proof of his intent to seek redemption. We are Jedi, Obi-Wan, and he was once one of us. We must not turn him away no matter what his crimes are. Didn't you argue that before the Council on Anakin's behalf?" Qui-Gon asked quietly.
"Anakin fell in love, he didn't plunder planets and kill people," huffed Obi-Wan.
His lover fell silent, glad that his beloved would not have to live through the age of Darth Vader.
"Try to forgive, Obi-Wan, people can change," Qui-Gon kissed the pursed lips.
"It's funny with you not having a beard," the redhead observed, after returning the kiss.
"Thank you for shaving yours, your face was always too pretty to be hidden so," the older man kissed a nose and forehead.
"Didn't do it for you, it was burned to a crisp by Sidious's Force lightning and had to go," Obi-Wan grinned, and then whispered huskily, "I'm glad you like me clean shaven though."
It was strange how his body remembered the sensation of being held by the larger man, how wonderfully safe and happy he felt i n his former master's embrace, all the troubles and hardships and painful longing of the recent years falling away from him as if he were an innocent young padawan again, with all that he loved in the universe safe and near.
It had been years since their last time together, but when the wet kisses down his back ended at the dip of his lower back and large, strong hands pressed his cheeks apart, nothing felt more natural than the long lick that teased his opening into relaxing.
Qui-Gon loved the taste of him, his very own precious dumpling full of a sweetness that only he would ever know. When Obi-Wan cried out and his opening received the wet exploration, the older man felt acutely alive, almost unbearably in love.
Quick use of the Force and his organ was slick with oil, but then he paused. It was so tiny and so pink, nestled sweetly in fine fire red hairs. It amazed him that he had ever gotten in there in the first place, without tearing his smaller partner in two.
Obi-Wan sensed the hesitation, and reached behind to urge the organ in. The pain as Qui-Gon slid into him was fiercer than he remembered, but it was welcome. It seemed to take forever until every inch of the engorged organ was plunged inside him, but the fierce burning finally erased all the pain of the eternity spent missing this intimate contact. The younger man had not realised how much of his soul had died with his former master until this union, this pain that would become ecstasy, awoke emotion and desire and raw need in him again.
Each thrust made him cry out, and he turned back as they urgently coupled to receive a kiss. When his own orgasm made his opening massage the organ buried within, the answering rush of heat and seed almost hurled him into unconsciousness.
But then his head cleared, and he could feel the heart beat against his back, the harsh, warm breath in his ear, his lover inside him, and then Qui-Gon whispered, "I love you."
And in that moment, Obi-Wan Kenobi came fully alive again.
End chapter 1