Communiqué II

by ALmkkr (almkkr@magma.ca)



Archive: Master_Apprentice, others please ask

Category: PWP (a micro-smutlette)

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: m/m sex

Spoilers: None, Pre-TPM

Disclaimer: I don't own them, yadda, yadda, makin' no money, don't sue me, just wanna play. Special note: No Jedi were actually harmed during the writing of this fic.

Summary: They say, "a picture's worth a thousand words." Obi-Wan puts this age-old adage to the test as he punishes his Master for past sins.

Feedback: Yes, of course to almkkr@magma.ca Note: If you want to know why Obi-Wan exacts such a "stiff" penalty from his Master, read Communiqué. Special thanks to Barbana and Danielle, you guys are the best!



hol.o.gram n. a photographic, visual record or pattern produced by means of holography



"It's unfortunate that your transport doesn't have a holo-emitter, only a receiver Obi-Wan." Remarked the hazy blue image of Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn.

"Uh... yes, isn't it though," was the distracted reply. Sighing, "is it not the lot of the Jedi to endure such hardships?"

The image of the tall Jedi snorted his amusement and then slowly crossed his arms. "Obi-Wan... what are you doing?"

"Oh, sorry Master, I was just adjusting the image. You're a little blurry."

Chuckling, "I've been called many things Padawan, but blurry isn't one of them."

The hazy image of the Jedi Master snapped into sharp focus.

"Yeah, okay, here we go, you're all nice and clear now Master but you look a little blue," laughed the young man.

The image of the Jedi Master groaned at his Padawan's sad excuse for humor.

"Obi-Wan, if you continue on this dangerous path... I shall have to terminate this communication immediately. Bad puns are a sure path to the dark side."

Obi-Wan's clear bright laugher rippled through the room, "Oh, you're not getting off that easy, Master, not by a long shot, not after your last stunt."

"Whatever do you mean Padawan," feigned the older man. The image tipped his head to one side attempted to look innocent, but failed.

"Now, about the matter of our last transmission, I believe I owe you one, tit for tat, quid pro quo" Obi-Wan smiled at the holo-image. "I am going to exact a stiff penalty from you Master. I will make you feel as helpless as you made me feel, helpless and out of control. The rules are simple. You cannot react to anything I say. You cannot move, or speak and most of all, you cannot touch yourself. Only if I give you leave can you touch yourself. Do you understand? Do you agree to my terms?

Qui-Gon considered the request and knew it would prove very interesting to meet his Padawan's challenge. He was confident that he could remain in control and that he would be the one reducing Obi-Wan into a pool of lust. What could his Padawan do or say that he hadn't already imagined a thousand times? Smiling at the sound of Obi-Wan's voice he summarily nodded his agreement.

"Good. Now Master I want you to take your robe off, slowly, very slowly. Next, I want you to take off your tunic and continue stripping until only your leggings remain."

Qui-Gon slowly sloughed off the heavy robe from his shoulders. It slid into a pool of cloth at his feet. He decided he would do his best to make a show of this. Next, he slowly undid his heavy utility belt and let it too slide to the floor. Slowly, languorously he unwrapped the stole from around his waist. He ran the long cloth through his fingers before letting it ghost onto the floor. His outer tunic immediately fell open and Qui-Gon made a show of rubbing his hands down his torso before sliding the tunic off. Within moments the inner tunic joined the growing pile of cloth at his feet. Removing the boots with any grace proved to be more of a challenge. Finally, with a small grunt, he indelicately bent over and quickly undid the fastenings and slid them off. The only thing that remained was his leggings and the self-satisfied smirk on his face.

"Now Master, Obi-Wan breathed, "I want you to take the binding out of your hair. I want it to fall lose on your shoulders."

The image reached up and efficiently undid the fastening; the heavy hair immediately cascaded forwards.

"Ah, that's better," signed Obi-Wan. "I so love your hair Master. Now, I'm going to tell you how I see our reunion. My transport will arrive ahead of schedule. You, of course, will be asleep in your bed, not expecting me for hours. As I walk into your room I will be able to sense your warmth immediately.. I'll smell the soapy-clean aroma of your skin and I'll hear the rhythm of your breathing. I'll quietly drop my gear at the door and strip off my clothes and slide into the bed. You'll moan softly and turn towards me. Even in your sleep your body knows me, it knows what to do. You reach out and pull me towards you, its pure instinct. For awhile I just watch you as you sleep. I watch the rise and fall of your chest, the soft pulse in your throat. I listen to the small noises you make, the sighs and soft moans. I tell myself that you are dreaming of me. I touch you, ever so softly, so you don't wake and I whisper in your ear. I tell you my dreams, my dreams of you and I."

The holo-image tipped its head and a wistful smile replaced the broad playful one of earlier.

"Ahhhh, but I digress. Your body totally engulfs me, and I let it. I can feel you becoming hard as you press yourself into me. That I can affect you this way still amazes me, it is a gift that I cherish. Oh, and you feel so good, you are all hard planes and angles and they are pressing into me, pressing hard, your legs all tangled with mine. I reach down between your legs and take your erection in my hand. It is hard and hot and so large. I begin to slowly run my fingers up and down your length, slowly, softly at first. This is when I look up and I see you watching me and it sends a jolt of desire through me. I arch into you, pressing my insistent arousal into the hard muscle of your thigh. I rock into you, hungry... needing release. I am almost frantic with my need. It's been such long since we've been together like this. Within moments I spill myself onto the hot flesh of your thigh. This is when you reach down and tip my face up to yours and capture my lips. You plunder my mouth, seeking and finding, filling me with your tongue, so hot and wet."

Qui-Gon began to clench his fists in discomfort, his arousal quite obvious as it pressed against the fabric of his leggings. Obi-Wan smiled at the knowledge his words were having the desired effect.

"I gather up my own semen and slick it onto you, readying you for what comes next. Then I speak to you for the first time. I tell you to lie on your back and let me pleasure you. I tell you to close your eyes and then I climb onto my knees and straddle you. I reach back and take your slick member and press it to me. I don't need you to prepare me. I am ready. I had planned this during my long flight and nothing will keep me from what I need most, you inside me."

Obi-Wan watched as the holo-image of his Master radiated his aroused discomfort. One hand stole in front of his body and began to rub his erection with the heel of his hand.

"Oh... no, no, no, you may not touch yourself."

Qui-Gon moaned and was about to argue with his Padawan when Obi-Wan shushed him, reminding him that he had agreed to the terms and if he couldn't live up to them their transmission would be summarily terminated. Qui-Gon ceded defeat and nodded his head for Obi-Wan to continue.

"Now where was I? Oh yeah, we're just getting to the good stuff, weren't we Master," he smiled broadly at the holo-image. "I push down onto you and you thrust upward to meet me. You slide into me, filling me with your wonderful heat. I throw my head pack and gasp for breath as you push your entire length into me. I am sweating now Master, my body is slick with it. You grasp my hips and hold me as you thrust up into me long, hard and deep. Ohhhh Master, it is so sweet as you move inside me. It is making me hungry and so hot and I take myself into my hand, just like I'm doing now Master. I begin to slide my fist up and down in long hard strokes and it doesn't take long before I spill myself on your chest. You feel me convulse in my release and my body grips your shaft buried deep in my body. It triggers your own orgasm. You thrust wildly into me, your body arches back and I see the sheen of sweat shining in the twilight of the room. I feel your heat as you pulse into me. Your hands dig into my hips hard, so hard I know there will be marks. I'm glad of it, glad I will carry your marks on my body."

The holo-image of Qui-Gon Jinn looked very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable indeed with the massive erection pressing against his leggings. Obi-Wan studied the image and smiling decided that perhaps his Master had been punished long enough.

"Master, I want you to untie yourself and then I want you to touch yourself. Imagine that it's my hands on you, my mouth on you, tasting you, surrounding you..." Obi-Wan's voice trailed off.

Qui-Gon efficiently untied his leggings and took his aching member into his hand and began to stroke himself hard and fast. Obi-Wan could hear his ragged breaths. He could see his Master's chest rise and fall as he struggled for control. With a strangled gasp and several brutal strokes Qui-Gon came, spilling his seed on the robes and tunics at his feet. Watching this erotic show was enough for Obi-Wan and moaning softly he came hard into his own hand. Shuddering, Qui-Gon slowly slid onto his knees, his legs no longer being trustworthy enough to support him.

"Padawan?" Qui-Gon gasped once he could speak, "did you..." Before he could continue, Obi-Wan replied breathlessly, "Yes Master, oh gods yes... twice."




Coruscant, Jedi Temple: Communications Encryption Unit II

"That was intense!" Exclaimed Lex Brant, Head Communications Officer for the Jedi Temple's Communications Encryption Unit, as he adjusted his earpiece.

"Wow... did you have any idea about those two, I mean, you see them in the temple all the time... I had no idea ... " Kel-lor Blain, Communications Adjunct, responded. "I mean... this is pretty heady stuff. I wonder if the Council has any idea?"

"Who knows, it's not our problem Kel, we just have to concentrate on getting the diagnostic completed in the two-day time frame. Hmmm. Kel... I was wondering, did you send out that memorandum explaining that all transmissions are monitored during the diagnostic?"

"No, I thought you were going to do it..." was the somewhat bemused reply.

"Oh bantha dung! Well, I'm not going to tell them... are you?"



Fin