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Archive: MA

Category: Humour, PWP, Qui/Obi

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: George's <sniff!>

Summary: Qui-Gon reaps the benefits of his padawan's studies

Feedback: Oh, please...

Notes: This bunny sprang into existence from a casual remark by my husband a couple of days ago concerning an episode of Bonanza beloved in my childhood. (Talk about dating oneself...) I tried several times to boot it out the door, but it clung to my ankles with unbelievable tenacity. Unbetaed, so all mistakes are mine own.

Qui-Gon Jinn's long strides took him rapidly through the Temple corridors. Those who saw him pass might not think anything was amiss, for the façade the tall master presented rarely allowed a stranger, or even those of nodding acquaintance to glimpse the emotions hidden within.

"Good evening, Master Jinn." A pretty young Twi'lek, recently knighted, bowed to him as she passed.

"And to you, Knight…Parta," Qui-Gon paused imperceptibly as he bowed and returned her formal greeting, his frantic mental scramble to recollect the young woman's name never disturbing his serene expression. The knight continued on her way, beaming with obvious pleasure to be so remembered by as illustrious a master as Qui-Gon Jinn.

/Idiot council. Hidebound womprats. Not an intelligent thought among the lot. Unreasonable imbeciles./

"A most pleasant day to you, Master Jinn. I haven't had the pleasure of your company for several tendays. I'm beginning to miss you. Both you and your lovely padawan, or course."

"Thank you for your kind words, Healer Tibblos. May I say, with no malice, that neither Obi-Wan nor I miss your company in the slightest." Qui-Gon bowed gracefully to the portly Corellian, and the Master Healer continued down the corridor, his hearty laugher ringing in the air long after he had turned the corner.

/Miserable morons. Despicable dolts. May their dining hall meals be forever overcooked. Couldn't see sense if it slapped them in the face./

Qui-Gon sighed heavily, releasing his frustrations to the force. In his opinion, the mission to Murdis 3 had been a resounding success. The treaty had been signed, all sides were happy, no one had died, and the embarrassing incident concerning the Praetor's twin daughters and his padawan had been cheerfully dismissed as a case of teenage hormones, even by the Praetor. Qui-Gon had detailed everything in his written report. What more could the Council want?

But no, the stiff-necked group of twelve had insisted on calling him to the council chambers and reviewing his report in person. Point by point, in excruciating detail, until Qui-Gon's headache had crawled behind his eyes and extended to every one of his back teeth. Qui-Gon ground those molars at the memory. He had vowed that just one more question from Yoda concerning the bubble-bath in the fountain would result in his tearing the report to shreds and feeding it to the annoying, short green creature piece by piece.

At least the council had not required Obi-Wan's presence. At the thought of his padawan, Qui-Gon's mood lightened. Lengthy council sessions usually left Obi-Wan stressed and plagued with self-doubts; Qui-Gon was pleased the young man had not been forced to share his tedious afternoon. Which left the tall master wondering just what his padawan had done to occupy himself since midmeal. Curious, Qui-Gon allowed a small opening in the bond he had kept firmly closed for the duration of the council session. His padawan's warm presence in his mind was faint, as though the young man was preoccupied. Further discreet probing only gave a sense that Obi-Wan was very, very pleased with himself.

Qui-Gon smiled, and his stride lengthened as his weariness drained into the force. Thinking of Obi-Wan invariably produced such a reaction. The young man had always been a bright spark in his life, but lately the ember glowed brighter than ever, and Obi-Wan was rapidly becoming a source of constant pride. Not only was he excelling in his physical training, he was doing so much better in his studies than Qui-Gon would have thought possible just a year ago. Why, the boy who once complained loudly at having to take classes in literature and history was now spending every free moment in the library researching for his course in Ceremonies and Customs of Ancient Cultures.

Qui-Gon stopped abruptly, realizing he had reached his suite while preoccupied with thoughts of his padawan. Another gentle probe in the force revealed the young man's presence in the rooms they shared. That was a relief to Qui-Gon, as lately his apprentice was so immersed in his studies he often stayed late in the library and missed meals. Qui-Gon chided him gently on such occasions. It would not do for a growing young man to forgo meals. Besides, though Qui-Gon would hesitate to admit it, he missed Obi-Wan when his padawan was out of his presence for any length of time.

Palming the lock, Qui-Gon stepped though the open door into the suite. A quick glance about the living area did not reveal his apprentice, but the master detected a trace of gleeful expectation trickling through their training bond. In the background he could hear the faint sounds of water running. Qui-Gon smiled. Trust Obi-Wan to foresee his master's needs. A hot bath was just the luxury Qui-Gon needed to indulge in right now.

Sighing with anticipation, Qui-Gon unfastened the clasps at his throat, slipped his cloak from his shoulders and hung the garment on hooks by the door. He bent slightly to unfasten the buckles of his boots, when a soft rustle caught his attention. Straightening once more, he glanced in the direction of the sound, and his breath caught in his throat at the sight of his padawan, quite naked and leaning negligently against the doorway of the master's bedroom.

Qui-Gon blinked. Looked hard, and blinked again.

It wasn't Obi-Wan's nakedness that arrested Qui-Gon's attention. Not that his padawan's naked body ever failed to capture his attention. Truth to tell, a naked Obi-Wan always caught Qui-Gon's attention. But right now it wasn't the usual delectable portions of his padawan's naked anatomy that caused the Jedi master's serenity to waver. Not at all. It was his padawan's ears. Sort of.

Qui-Gon blinked for the third time.

Somewhere, somehow, Obi-Wan had acquired a second pair of ears. Unlike the pair he was born with (the ones that Qui-Gon loved to gently probe with the tip of his tongue so he could delight in his padawan's shuddery, shivery reaction), these ears were long, upright, and covered with fine, white fur. With just a hint of pale pink peeking from the interior. A remote part of his brain noted that the tall right ear canted ever so slightly forwards.

"Obi-Wan?"

"Good evening, Master. I've been waiting for you." Obi-Wan's beaming smile lit up the room. "I know you must be tired after such a long council session, so I've just run you a lovely hot bath. You'll feel so much better after a long, relaxing soak in the tub. I'll even scrub your back, if you like."

"Obi-Wan. You… you have a pair of long… fuzzy ears."

His padawan's brilliant smile raised the temperature in the room several degrees. He ran the long fingers of his right hand slowly up and down the fur of an outer ear, a slow, sensuous motion that caused Qui-Gon's stomach to constrict and attempt to crawl inside his ribcage.

"Aren't they wonderful, Master? I wanted them to be perfect, so I asked Master Tuplu's advice. She seems to think they're just right." Obi-Wan pushed away from the doorframe with a languid undulation of his spine that momentarily diverted Qui-Gon's attention from the furry ears. "Come, Master. You're bath should be just the right temperature."

Qui-Gon turned as Obi-Wan stepped passed him towards the refresher. He went to follow, then stopped abruptly and stared. And blinked again.

Obi-Wan had a tail.

Not a long, furry tail like the ones proudly displayed by the sentient inhabitants of Felis Prime. It wasn't even a hairless tail, like the prehensile ones that could double as a third hand found on rodent species from the Nevis Cluster. No, this tail was more like a… powder puff. It was sited precisely above the cleft between Obi-Wan's firm buttocks, and as Obi-Wan walked his swaying hips made the soft, fluffy white ball twitch. Enticingly.

"Obi-Wan?" His padawan stopped in the refresher doorway and cast a coy glance over his left shoulder. The movement made his fuzzy ears bob roguishly.

"Master?" Obi-Wan's head tilted in inquiry, and he shifted his weight to his right hip, causing the puffball tail to twitch once more.

Qui-Gon had to clear his throat. "Obi-Wan. You seem to have acquired a tail as well."

His apprentice beamed once more. "Don't you think it turned out well, Master?" Obi-Wan twisted his upper body a little further and stroked the fluffy tail with the long fingers of his left hand. The plush flattened slightly under each stroke, only to spring back once more when his fingers had passed.

"I… I don't understand." Qui-Gon's realized his breathing was a little rapid, and he made a conscious effort to slow it down as he tried to regain his veneer of serenity. Difficult to do when his cock was twitching in time to each pass of his padawan's fingers over that tempting tail.

Obi-Wan looked puzzled momentarily, then his sweet smile broke through again. "Of course, Master, you've been so tied up on the Murdis 3 report I haven't had a chance to tell you." Obi-Wan paused and preened, petting one of his ears again. The right one, the one that tilted forward at the 'come stroke me now' angle. "It's for my Ceremonies and Customs of Ancient Cultures class. Master Tuplu required each student to choose an ancient custom, research it in depth, and reproduce it for our masters to experience." Obi-Wan's green eyes twinkled. "You'll have to pay close attention, Master. Master Tuplu will be asking all the masters to rate their padawan's performance after the next restday."

Obi-Wan grinned, then turned to enter the fresher. His voice floated back to Qui-Gon. "Come, Master, before your bath gets cold. I can tell you need to relax, and there's a lot more of this custom to experience before the evening is over."

A few minutes later, divested of his boots and clothing, Qui-Gon lay back in the large tub and tried desperately to relax under his padawan's ministrations. An impossible task. The combination of Obi-Wan's gentle hands soaping his body with the soft sponge, and the long, delicate ears bobbing so very close to his face, made it far too difficult for certain parts of his anatomy to stand at ease. At one point he succumbed to temptation and reached to stroke the closest of the beguiling ears, only to have his padawan slap his hand away with the admonition, "You'll get my fur wet!"

Eventually, after carefully rinsing the soap from Qui-Gon's long hair, Obi-Wan gestured for him to rise from the bath. Qui-Gon knew his arousal was evident, and he felt the heat from the blush that coloured his face. Obi-Wan chose to ignore his embarrassment, however; the only sign of his awareness was the slight smirk on his prettily pursed lips as he wrapped Qui-Gon in warm, fleecy towels and briskly rubbed him dry.

"There, Master. Just slip into your robe and wait for me in the bedroom. I've prepared a light supper for us, so we won't have to bother going to the refectory for late meal."

Smiling at his padawan's concerned fussing, Qui-Gon allowed himself to be gently pushed in the direction of his bedroom, although he did turn for a sneaky peak at the twitching tail adorning the top of Obi-Wan firm ass as his apprentice disappeared into the small kitchen. Suppressing a shiver of anticipation, Qui-Gon continued into his large bedroom.

He halted in surprise just inside the bedroom door. The room was lit by the soft glow of at least a dozen candles, arranged in two groupings on his dresser and atop the small table by the side of his bed. On the table as well stood their stone wine cooler, a bottle of white wine already chilling within. Next to the wine rested a wicker basket, and when Qui-Gon approached he saw it was filled with small, solid ovoids of sinfully dark chocolate. Delighted with his padawan's thoughtfulness, Qui-Gon selected one of the chocolate pieces and brought it to his lips, inhaling the aroma of rich, Mantakan chocchoa.

"Put that down, Master!"

Startled, Qui-Gon dropped the piece of chocolate back in the basket as he whirled to face his padawan. Obi-Wan stood in the doorway to the bedroom, his arms full with a laden tray and his long ears twitching.

"I'm sorry, Master. Please forgive me." Obi-Wan's green eyes softened with their most pleading expression, the one that turned Qui-Gon's knees wobbly every time. "I didn't mean to sound rude. It's just that… the chocolate isn't ready yet. According to the textbook for the Ceremonies and Customs of Ancient Cultures class, it needs some… er, additions. I promise you'll enjoy it much more later."

Walking into the room, Obi-Wan bent and placed the tray on the far side of the bed. Doing so exposed the curves of his ass to Qui-Gon's view, curves topped by that perfect, plush white puff… Qui-Gon slapped himself mentally, before he succumbed to temptation and reached for the fluffy tail. This was, after all, Obi-Wan's evening, and his padawan deserved to have it unfold according to his plans.

"I think everything's in place, Master." Obi-Wan straightened and gestured to the open space on the bed. "If you would remove your robe and lie down, I will do my best to serve you." The request was accompanied by a formal bow that set those long ears to trembling, and Qui-Gon felt his arousal stir once more. As he hastened to comply, he could have sworn he saw his padawan's nose quiver and twitch with eagerness.

Once Qui-Gon lay down and found a comfortable position, Obi-Wan sat beside him on the edge of the bed, so close that the top of his warm thigh rubbed Qui-Gon's right hip. Reaching over his master, Obi-Wan selected a dish from the tray, a movement that caused his long braid to slide with a tickle over Qui-Gon's lower ribcage. The master stifled the tiny whimper that rose to his lips.

"These are your favourites, Master. Parsin flower buds simmered in pachoula sauce. Have one."

Qui-Gon opened his mouth and let the tart flavour envelop his taste buds. It was delicious, a delicacy he hadn't enjoyed in many quarters. A soft "Mmmm," escaped his lips, to be rewarded with a delighted smile from his padawan. Truth to tell, he wasn't certain which he enjoyed more, the sinfully decadent food, or his Obi-Wan's elation at his pleasure.

No. On second thought, there was simply nothing to compare with his padawan's happiness. Qui-Gon smiled to himself and settled in for a very special evening.

"Try this one, Master. I know you love oysters. These have been lightly steamed in Dorani wine. I hope I got it right."

As the tender flesh slipped down his throat and the delicate flavour teased his senses, Qui-Gon sighed a quiet, heartfelt, "Ahhhh." He really was going to have to expand his vocabulary tonight. Sneaking a quick look at the next little dish his padawan was lifting from the tray, as well as the ones remaining, Qui-Gon did a quick mental calculation. Braised korfa seeds. Fried mingol roots. Raw, sliced carlia shoots - each and every one a powerful aphrodisiac on its native world.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Obi-Wan?" He hadn't really meant for that to sound as hopeful as it came out.

"Most assuredly, Master. Is it working?" Those plush, velvety ears trembled with concern. Qui-Gon cheerfully threw the last shreds of his serenity to the Force and allowed his cock to swell in joyful anticipation.

"Of a certainty, my padawan. What's next on the menu?"

Obi-Wan beamed, and proceeded to feed his master the crunchy carlia shoots one by one, interspersed with sips of Qui-Gon's favourite crisp, white wine. It was an evening like none other Qui-Gon had ever experienced.

Much, much later, as his padawan delicately licked the last remnants of sweet pecata juice from his naval, having already nibbled his way through the tiny fruit he had artistically arranged on his master's belly, Qui-Gon felt the last of his resolve fracture into tiny pieces. It was the ears that finally did it. As Obi-Wan's warm tongue gently poked and prodded, searching for every last drop of juice, the soft tips of those ears rose and fell with each movement of his padawan's head, relentlessly tapping and teasing his aching nipples until he was a quivering bundle of desperation.

"Obi-Wan." Gods! Was that hoarse croak his own voice? "Obi-Wan, I beg you…"

Mercifully, his apprentice wasn't a complete sadist. With one last swipe of his talented tongue, Obi-Wan turned to the bedside table. He quickly found the lubricant in the top drawer, and proceeded to slather it generously over Qui-Gon's hot, hardened cock. A quick flick of his wrist pushed the now empty tray to one side, and Obi-Wan was straddling his body with a lascivious twinkle in his green eyes.

"No, wait! Don't forget yourself…ahhhh." Qui-Gon's warning ended in a moaning cry of pleasure as Obi-Wan took his heavy erection firmly in hand.

"Not to worry master. I've thoroughly read my Ceremonies and Customs of Ancient Cultures text. The prime directive of a perfect playmate is to be prepared at all times." So saying, Obi-Wan carefully centered himself over the quivering cock and slowly descended, not halting until the shaft was completely buried within his welcoming body.

"Hhnnnn," Obi-Wan moaned, twitching the firm cheeks of his ass to settle himself in place.

"Arghhhh," agreed Qui-Gon, as each movement of his padawan's buttocks forced his swollen flesh a little deeper into that tight, clasping sheath. Obi-Wan leaned back a little, and Qui-Gon bent his knees and tucked his heels up next to his own ass, providing Obi-Wan with a secure resting place should he desire it.

Only… only this position brought Qui-Gon's upper thighs in contact with his padawan's soft, fluffy tail, and as Obi-Wan began to ride his shaft in earnest, the touch of that plushy puff threatened to drive the Jedi master out of his skin. A keening whine escaped him each time Obi-Wan rose, only to end in a deep-throated growl when his apprentice sank on his eager flesh once again.

It was torture. It was agony. It was incredible. Qui-Gon opened eyes he hadn't remembered closing, and the sight before him overloaded his senses. Obi-Wan, his skin glistening with the sweat of his exertions, his thighs taut with the strain of hard riding, his head thrown back and long ears bobbing in abandon, grasped his own engorged erection and began fisting it with firm strokes that kept perfect time with his rise and fall. It was too much.

Qui-Gon could no longer keep still. He coiled the tight muscles in his belly and thrust his hips upward to meet his padawan's next downward plunge. Obi-Wan yowled with pleasure and an exuberant cry of "Master!" A half dozen more lunges and Qui-Gon was spurting hard into his apprentice, while the fierce clenching of Obi-Wan's ass forced his semen from his body about the base of his cock. An answering salvo was spouting from Obi-Wan, as a fountain of seed erupted over Qui-Gon, splashing his chest and upper belly with proof of his padawan's passion.

Sated and drowsy, Qui-Gon lay in bliss upon the bed. A part of his brain distantly registered his softening cock slipping from his Obi-Wan with a twinge of regret, but he was quite unable to move. He was aware of a slight rustle as the bed dipped, and he opened his eyes to see his padawan slowly and gingerly dismount his position. A smug grin lit Obi-Wan's face, and Qui-Gon smiled lazily in response. He moved his right arm, giving his apprentice room to lie next to him for a well-deserved cuddle, but Obi-Wan surprised him by standing and picking up the wicker basket from the bedside table.

"Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon inquired, a little puzzled.

"This is it, Master. The piece de resistance." Obi-Wan picked up a piece of chocolate and ran one end of the solid little oval through the still warm seed that covered Qui-Gon's chest.

"Open wide." Startled, Qui-Gon did so, and Obi-Wan popped the dripping piece of chocolate into his mouth. Instantly the sweet flavour of rich Mantakan chocolate burst on his taste buds; combined with the salty tang that was distinctly his Obi-Wan, it was sheer mouth-watering bliss. He watched in lazy anticipation as his padawan chose a piece of chocolate, covered it in cooling semen, and dropped it in his own mouth.

"Mmmm, it's delicious." Obi-Wan's eyes closed slowly in delight as the sinfully rich chocolate melted. Much as he enjoyed his padawan's evident delight, however, Qui-Gon nudged the young man, already impatient for another treat.

"And you found all this in your Ceremonies and Customs of Ancient Cultures text? Master Tuplu should be commend…" was as far as Qui-Gon got before Obi-Wan filled his mouth with another coated confection.

"Uh huh. And these are supposed to be the ultimate treat from my chosen Custom. Chocolate cream eggs. Have another, Master."

Qui-Gon's eyes widened as Obi-Wan popped another sweet into his mouth. His padawan's soft, velvety ears were now sadly askew at quite a rakish angle, and his once pristine, plushy tail was bedraggled and sticky with Qui-Gon's semen. But Obi-Wan's green eyes were shining; bright with all the devotion he had for his master, and Qui-Gon was so full of love and affection for his padawan he hadn't the heart to enlighten him.

Finis