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Archive: MA, any others just ask, I probably won't say no
My Home Page: http://www.jediphiles.com/~mali
Category: PWP
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Q/O
Summary: Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan are forced to take part in a marriage ritual.
Disclaimer: These beautiful boys aren't mine, they belong to George. I'm just playing with them for a bit. I promise to put them back when I'm done. Don't sue - I've got no money. I've spent it all on seeing TPM way too many times and buying SW toys and feeding my Liam obsession.
Warnings: Explicit m/m public sex
Feedback: Oh yes, please. Good, bad or indifferent.
Author's Notes: This is in response to Ruth's challenge thrown out on the onelist, wanting a story where the boys have to have sex, in public, being told what to do.
I felt our ship settle with a jerk on the landing pad at the capital city of Noradin and saw a small party waiting for us to disembark. "Ready Padawan?" I asked the young man sitting in the cockpit.
"Yes, Master," he answered, rising to his feet.
As we exited the ship, what appeared to be the leader of the group moved forward. "Greetings, Jedi," the humanoid male said. "Welcome to Noradin. I am Captain Markol, Head of the Monarch's Security Staff."
"I am Qui-Gon Jinn and this is my Apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi," I said, as we bowed respectfully.
"If you will follow me, I will escort you to your quarters," the Captain said. Without waiting for our reply, the Noradian turned and began walking away, and we easily fell into step behind him.
After a short distance, the Captain stopped in front of a door. "These are your quarters. I hope you will find them satisfactory."
"I am certain they will be," I answered.
The Captain punched in a code, and the door slid silently open. He stepped aside and motioned for us to proceed, and then followed us inside. He turned to the door and punched in another set of codes and the door closed, leaving the rest of the small group outside.
"The Monarch requires your presence at the evening meal," our escort said. "Until that time you are to remain in your quarters. One of my staff will collect you when it is time to attend the Monarch and will return you once the evening meal has finished. In the morning I will take you to the Monarch to complete your business. At no time will you leave your quarters without an escort."
"Captain?" I asked. "May I ask the reason for the security measures? We were, after all, asked by the Monarch to come to Noradin. We do not mean your people any harm."
"It is the way of the Noradians, Jedi," the Captain responded. "It is not meant as a sign of mistrust, and I apologize if you have taken it as such. It is for your security that these measures have been taken, and not the other way around."
"There are those that wish to harm us?" asked Obi-Wan.
"No. The Noradians are a peaceful people."
"Then I fail to see -" but I was cut-off by a wave of the Captain's hand.
"It is not my place to explain the Monarch," he said, rather gruffly. "I am simply carrying out his commands. If you desire further answers then I suggest you ask the Monarch when you dine with him tonight."
Obi-Wan opened his mouth to speak but a quick glance from me stopped him. "Thank you, Captain," I said, once again bowing. "You have been most kind."
"Your escort will call for you at dusk," the Captain said, and with a slight shrug, he was gone.
I looked at my Padawan and could see the many questions in his furrowed brow. "Relax, Obi-Wan," I said. "We will get our answers in time."
"Yes, Master. I'll get us unpacked." He took our bags into the sleeping room.
When our escort knocked on our door several hours later, we were relaxed and refreshed, having spent most of the afternoon in meditation. We followed the guard down several long hallways until he stopped before two large, ornate doors. He punched in a code, and the doors swung inwards of their own accord revealing a large dining room.
We were ushered inside and led to the head of a long table filled with a variety of interesting foods. Seated around the table were male Noradians of various ages who were being served by very young, scantily clad females, all of whom ignored Obi-Wan and me completely. A large, richly dressed male rose from his position at the head of the table as we approached, and I assumed we were about to meet our host.
"Your Honor," the guard said, bowing low.
The large Noradian dismissed the guard with a wave of his hand, all the while smiling broadly at us. "I am Haru, Monarch of Noradin and this is my court. I welcome you to my table," he said.
After the introductions were completed, Obi-Wan and I took the empty chairs on either side of the Monarch. Immediately two young females appeared and began piling food on our plates and pouring wine in our glasses.
I found the meal pleasant and our host stimulating. The Monarch spoke continuously while we ate, obviously pleased to have an audience for his boasting about the riches of his planet. Though I had many questions for the Monarch, I kept my peace, understanding that this was not the time for interrogation.
At long last the Monarch rose, signaling the end of the meal, and invited Obi-Wan and me to his private quarters. "I am sure there is much you wish to know, and I will answer all of your questions," he said.
"That would be a kindness, your Honor," I said as I rose to follow him, nodding at Obi-Wan to do the same. We went through another set of double doors which led directly into the lush sitting room of the Monarch's private quarters.
"Your Honor," I began after the three of us had taken our seats. "My Padawan and I are still ignorant of the reason for our visit and hope that you would enlighten us."
"Of course I will," the Monarch answered magnanimously. "You are here to sanction the union of my son and his bride."
"We are here to witness a marriage?" Obi-Wan asked.
"No, no," he answered with a grin. "Not to witness it, to sanction it."
"I'm afraid we do not understand," I said. "You wish for our approval of this union?"
"Yes, that is one way to look at it. By performing the Gulah you will be giving your approval that the union can proceed."
"Why do you need Jedi to perform this, um, Gulah?" I asked.
The Monarch looked at me as if I'd lost my mind. "Well, you don't expect one of us to do it, do you? My people would never agree to it. It must be done by highly respected off-worlders, and since we've recently joined the Republic, who better to do it than the Jedi?"
//I've got a bad feeling about this, Master.// Obi-Wan sent through our bond.
"What exactly is involved in this ritual?" I asked, unsure if I really wanted to hear the answer.
"Sex," he answered, his smile growing larger.
"Sex?" Obi-Wan squeaked. "With whom?"
"With each other, of course," the Monarch replied.
"This is not acceptable," I growled, rising from my chair. "I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause, but my Apprentice and I will not be performing your Gulah for you. We shall take our leave of this planet in the morning."
//Obi-Wan.// I sent through our bond. //Close your mouth and come with me.//
Obi-Wan's mouth snapped shut and he started to rise.
"Not so fast, Jedi," the Monarch demanded. "I have spoken with your Council regarding this matter and have been informed that you are to obey the laws of my planet."
//I think he has us there, Master.//
I glared at my Padawan and then turned back to face the Monarch. "You made the Council aware of the nature of your request?" I asked, not bothering to hide my growing ire.
"I felt there was no need to go into specifics with them. I told them I was in need of two Jedi for a marriage ritual. They sent you. I must admit, I assumed they would send a male and a female, but the two of you will do just as well."
"And if we refuse?"
"Hmm, then we would have to execute you for disobeying our law."
"The Council would never-" I began.
"The Council would know I am perfectly within my rights as the leader of this planet to carry out the justice demanded by such a refusal."
I stared at him, knowing the truth of his words. Slowly I sank back into my chair.
"When do we, um, when is the ritual performed?" Obi-Wan asked, his voice cracking.
"Tomorrow at dawn," answered the Monarch.
"Tomorrow?" I burst out, surging up once again from my chair.
"At dawn," Obi-Wan squeaked and I wondered if he would ever again speak in a normal voice.
"Please sit down Jedi," the Monarch said. "I grow tired of watching you use the chair as a springboard."
With a heavy sigh I once again sank back into my chair.
"We would hear the details of this ritual," I said, not daring to look at my Padawan.
"It's very simple. Tomorrow at dawn the two of you will have sex in the public courtyard."
"In the public courtyard?" I asked incredulously.
"Of course. The ritual would be worthless if not observed by my people."
"You want Obi-Wan and me to have sex, in a public courtyard, and be watched?"
The Monarch turned to look at my stricken Padawan. "Is he always this dull-witted?" he asked.
"I, ah, um," Obi-Wan stammered.
Sighing loudly the Monarch said, "A veritable feast of intelligence."
I swallowed the anger that rose like bile in my throat. "If that is all, your Honor, my Padawan and I will retire to our rooms to prepare ourselves for this ritual." I moved to leave, grabbing Obi-Wan by his arm to drag him with me.
"Well, there is one more thing," the Monarch said.
I gritted my teeth and forced myself to turn and look at him.
"There is a certain, ah, procedure to be followed," the Monarch said.
"Yes?"
"Your joining will be directed by me."
"Directed?" I asked, my eyes narrowing.
"By him," squeaked my ever-helpful Padawan.
"Move by move!" the Monarch said with glee.
//Do not open your mouth, Padawan.// I growled through our bond.
I glared at the smiling Monarch and then without another word I turned and hauled Obi-Wan through the door where our waiting escorts led us back to our quarters.
"We will spend the night in meditation," I declared as soon as we were left alone.
"But shouldn't we talk about this, Master?"
"There is nothing to talk about," I snapped. And then softer, "I'm sorry Obi-Wan, I did not mean to be harsh with you. You are right, we do need to talk about this, and I wish we had more time to do so. But right now I feel the need to meditate, to release this anger and to seek guidance in the Force. I would suggest you do the same. Once we have completed the ritual we can leave this planet and we can talk about it then."
Obi-Wan looked at me for a long moment, and I was saddened by the hurt I saw in his eyes. Then he inhaled deeply, straightened his shoulders, and quietly said, "I will join you in your meditation, Master."
It was still several hours before dawn when we were brought out of our meditation by a brisk knock on the door quickly followed by the entrance of several guards.
"It is time for the preparations to begin," one of them said. "From this point on, you may not speak unless spoken to, and you will obey every command. You will be taken to separate rooms where you will be cleansed and readied for the ceremony."
I sent thoughts of encouragement and strength to Obi-Wan as he was led away from me. Then I silently followed my escorts to a room that held a large tub, and several young females quickly surrounded me. They began to undress me, and I found I was unnerved by their silence. They appeared unaffected as they led me, fully nude, to the tub and motioned for me to get in.
Every inch of my body was thoroughly washed by two of the females, while a third washed my hair. When they completed their ministrations, I stood, allowing them to dry me with large, warm bath sheets.
I was then moved to another room where I was made to lie face down on a long, low table. Small fingers began to massage my body with oil, and I allowed myself to relax, just a bit, as the scented oil was worked into my skin, leaving no part untouched. After a time I was urged to turn over onto my back and felt the nimble fingers once again begin their oiled massage on my throat, down my chest, down both arms, up both legs and finally to my genitals and scrotum. I kept my thoughts focused and was pleased that my body had not responded at all to the fingers swirling around my most private parts. I hoped Obi-Wan was doing as well.
Finally I was allowed to sit up while a female brushed my hair until it shone. She did not attempt to pull it back in my normal fashion, and when I tried to show her, my hands were pushed aside.
I assumed my preparations were completed when a guard appeared at the door and motioned for me to follow him. Completely naked, not even being granted a robe, I allowed my escort to lead me through the halls and to the courtyard outside. I stopped for a moment, surprised by the number of Noradians who had gathered to witness the ritual. I looked around for Obi-Wan, but was unable to spot him through the throng.
I was led to a large dais in the center of the courtyard and found the Monarch waiting for me. With as much dignity as possible in my nude state, I bowed politely, refusing to allow him to see my hostility.
Throwing his arms wide, the Monarch said, "Let the Gulah begin."
The crowd parted, and I watched as Obi-Wan walked towards me. Head high, eyes straight ahead, he was every inch the stoic Jedi, even if he was completely naked. I could not have been more proud of him in that moment.
Then I allowed my gaze to travel down his body as he gracefully made his way to the dais. When did my young Padawan turn into such a beautiful young man, I thought? And then I realized a further truth. One I had refused to admit, even to myself. I was in love with him, and I had been for a very long time.
I had never allowed myself to dwell on my feelings because as his Master, I would do nothing to risk his Knighting, and I had seen too many other Master/Padawan relationships cause problems for the Padawan. And to be honest, I had no hope of him ever returning my feelings. But there was no escaping my emotions any longer, and I only hoped I would be able to shield them from the young man.
As Obi-Wan joined me at the dais, the Monarch began speaking to the crowd. "I am pleased that you wish to witness the sanction of my son's marriage. A sacred ritual, the Gulah can only be performed by off-worlders, so I give to you, the Jedi."
The Noradians applauded loudly until the Monarch raised his arms, quieting them. Then he turned to us. "Upon threat of death, you will only do exactly what I tell you. You will not speak to each other or to anyone else. You will only speak to me and then only if you are asked a question. You will obey my commands or you will be executed." He paused and then added, "Are you ready?"
I nodded slightly and saw Obi-Wan doing the same.
"Qui-Gon Jinn, are you now or have you ever been engaged in a sexual relationship with your Apprentice?"
I stared at him for a moment, and then shook my head.
"You will speak your response to my question," the Monarch demanded.
"I am not in a sexual relationship with Obi-Wan," I said quietly.
"Obi-Wan Kenobi, are you now or have you ever been engaged in a sexual relationship with your Master?"
"No," Obi-Wan said, and I was glad to hear he had regained full use of his voice.
"You may mount the dais," the Monarch said.
I hesitated and then followed Obi-Wan up the stairs to stand next to him on the dais.
//I am very proud of you, Obi-Wan.// I sent.
He glanced quickly at me and then moved his eyes back to the Monarch. //Thank-you, Master.//
"Kneel before your Apprentice, Qui-Gon," the Monarch said.
I knelt, glad of the soft padding that covered the dais, and found myself staring at my Padawan's penis. Even flaccid it was beautiful as it hung from a nest of golden curls. As I watched, it twitched slightly, becoming slowly erect before my eyes. I could sense him trying to tighten his control as he felt the beginnings of his arousal.
I decided that though I was forbidden to speak to the man I was about to make love to, there were still ways that I could communicate with him. I could not do this unless he knew my feelings, and it no longer mattered if he felt the same way. I cared too much for him to let him think this was something I found distasteful.
"Pleasure him with your mouth, Qui-Gon."
//Relax, Obi-Wan.// I whispered through our bond. //Focus on me and me alone.// And with that, I began to lower my shields, one by one, inviting him in, while I drew closer to his twitching cock. A flick of my tongue and I was tasting the clear pre-cum that glistened in the slit and I felt the stirring of my own erection. I reached out slower this time, swirling my tongue around the velvet head and over the slit, burning his taste into my memory.
I could feel his wonder as my feelings began flowing through him just as I took him in my mouth. He gasped and his hips surged forward. I looked up and saw his eyes closed as the sensation of my mind and mouth washed over him.
//Master.// he sent. //I . . . I . . . oh . . .//
He was beyond thought, as I loved him with my mouth. I alternated between sucking and licking as I slowly took his length in my mouth. I could feel him struggling not to move as I finally held all of him in my mouth, my nose nestled in his soft curls. I inhaled deeply, allowing his musky scent to permeate my senses.
After a moment I began to move my mouth back along his length, my teeth lightly scraping against the throbbing vein that ran the from the base of his shaft to the head. Suddenly his hands were in my hair and he was trying to pull me forward while pushing himself deeper inside.
I quickly glanced down at the Monarch, aware that Obi-Wan had not been told to touch me, and noted the glazed look in the Noradian's eyes as he fixated on the cock sliding in and out of my mouth. Either he missed Obi-Wan's movement or had decided to overlook his transgression, but either way I knew we had to be careful.
//Obi-Wan.// I sent. //Try not to move, love, unless he tells you to.//
//Yes ... Master.//
"That's enough," growled the Monarch. "Now Qui-Gon, get on your hands and knees."
Obi-Wan shuddered as I removed my mouth from his weeping organ, and I shuddered as well at the thought of what was to happen next. I leaned forward, resting my weight equally on my hands and knees.
"Obi-Wan. Prepare your Master for penetration. Use your tongue first and then you may use your fingers and the oil provided."
I felt his hands rest lightly on my hips as he positioned himself behind me, his legs pushing mine even further apart, his warm breath on my bottom as he closed the distance between us. Then I felt his tongue, warm and wet, lick hesitantly at my opening, and I had to steel myself against pushing back against it.
He became bolder as he sensed my arousal, his tongue darting out to swirl around several times before pushing gently inside. It felt like liquid fire, and I bit back a moan as he began moving his tongue in and out of my anus. Oh, Force, it was good. It had been so long since I'd been with anyone, and now to have the person I loved more than my life rimming me was almost more than I could stand.
I wanted to buck against him. I wanted to beg him to shove his cock inside me. I wanted to turn around and kiss him until he was senseless. I wanted to feel my own hardness sliding inside his tight heat. I wanted his mouth on my cock. I wanted to taste his cock again. I realized I was shaking, so great was my need. And then it was gone. I nearly cried out at the loss of that wonderful liquid fire. It took all of my control not to urge him to continue through our bond.
It seemed an eternity passed before I once again felt him at my entrance, his wonderful tongue having been replaced by a well-slicked finger. He pushed gently and then was sliding easily inside and I inhaled sharply, willing myself not to move. After a moment a second finger joined the first and I felt beads of sweat break out on my forehead.
He moved slowly in and out, turning his hand as he spread me. I could hear him panting behind me and knew Obi-Wan was just as affected as I was. My cock ached for completion and I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood.
"Stop!" the Monarch growled.
I moaned as his fingers went deep once more, nudging my prostate, and then nearly wept when he removed them. I glanced down at my tormentor and was shocked to find the Noradian had freed his own erection and was unabashedly sliding his large fist up and down it. I looked around and saw many of the witnesses doing the same thing, all eyes glued to Obi-Wan and me.
"Oil your penis, Obi-Wan," he said breathlessly.
I heard my Padawan groan and without having to look I knew he was holding his engorged cock in his hand, sliding oil over and around it. Just the thought of him pleasuring himself this way was almost enough to make me lose what small control I had left.
"Now, Obi-Wan," the Monarch groaned. "Find your satisfaction inside your Master. Do it now!"
Strong hands grabbed my hips and then I felt the head of Obi-Wan's cock pressing against my entrance. I felt him hesitate and sensed his fear through our bond.
//I love you, Obi-Wan.// I sent. And then, knowing it was absolutely the right thing to do, I lowered the rest of my shields and allowed the feelings I had for him to surge through our bond.
He gasped as he was hit full-force with the onslaught of my love and desire, and then I felt him push against the straining muscles of my anus until finally I felt just the head of his cock inside of me.
//Master,// he sighed through our bond, and then his shields dropped as well. I never expected to find all the love I had for him mirrored in his heart for me. Nothing mattered any longer except the man behind me and the glorious feelings we were sharing. He slowly pushed his hard cock deeper, only stopping when he was fully sheathed inside of me.
//My Obi-Wan. I love you. You are my light and my life. I love you. I love you.// I sent as my body shuddered beneath him.
//I love you Qui-Gon Jinn. Oh Force, I love you so much.//
He began moving then, slowly at first, nearly pulling all the way out and then sliding back in. I no longer cared about why this was happening, only that it - was - as he began to increase his tempo. I moved with him, wanting him to move faster, harder, go deeper.
Suddenly he was slamming into me and I heard him grunting with each thrust.
//Qui-Gon! Master!// he cried in my mind. //Feels. So. Good. So. Good. Oh Force! Oh Master!//
I was panting harshly, my cock screaming for release as I rocked against him. And then I felt his palm wrap around my engorged flesh, his thumb roughly rubbing the slit as his hand moved in rhythm to the cock impaling me. I bucked furiously back and forth, groaning loudly and then Obi-Wan's hard flesh was nudging my prostate with each stroke and I lost all control. My balls tightened as my body began to spasm and I cried out as my body finally found its release.
I heard a keening sound from behind me as my muscles continued to clinch around the throbbing organ inside me and then Obi-Was was sagging against me, filling me with his hot seed.
My arms and legs turned to rubber and I sank to the ground, Obi-Wan on top of me. After a few moments I looked around to find the Monarch watching us closely.
"Thank you," he said earnestly. "You have brought much happiness to my people by the sharing of your love for one another. You have blessed the union of my son and his bride in ways we had never hoped. You will always have a special place in our hearts."
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