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Pairing: Q/O

Rating: NC17

Warnings: None as far as I can make out. Unless you like your Jedi looking exactly like the action figures :)

Feedback: Any colour, any shape, any flavour, please!

Disclaimers: The boys ain't mine, the doggone boys ain't mine *hums*

Summary: Something has messed with Qui-Gon Jinn's morphogenetic field. To interesting effect. Witness a tale of deformity, pleasure, and Consulates-General.

Thanks: to Master Linda for being Master Linda, Layna for valiant attempts at getting a life-size Qui-Gon out of a closet, and an unnamed receptionist at an unnamed Consulate-General for being such a nice alien model.

"...ah, and this is the bit where you get to be really grateful you've started out with enough rope" Obi-Wan flashed the slightest of smiles at  his gaping counterpart, "see - forefingers through the loop, then throw the ends over both wrists, tug - et voila !"

With a flourish, Obi-Wan brandished a fine two-dimensional webwork of blue spanning his outstretched fingers. "Coruscant Sky, this one's called. And if you look closely", he motioned the bemused onlooker to take a peek at the intricate tangles, "you'll notice it is the view from the Great East Window of the Library in the Temple. Look here", he waggled a delicate finger ever so slightly, "see this bright star? Trace a line from here to the tail of the Fish-out-of-a-Trunk", another waggle of finger at the other end of the delicate construction, "then add half that length, and you arrive at the Unmoving Centre of the Sky, also known as..." Obi-Wan leaned in conspiratorially, prompting the listener to do the same...

"...your nose." He stubbed the Ir'Ma's pointy pink nose with his thumb, then clapped his hands gleefully, letting the finely spun web collapse between his palms like a mirage. "Want to have a go now?"

It had been a relatively easy mission, this one. Not that Obi-Wan was in any position to judge this as he'd been landed with keeping watch or keeping minutes most of the time, activities indicative of how low the level of evident danger on Tmia was. This was a civilised world where politeness was as abundant as midges would be in a place like, say, Endor. It hummed around the place in dancing blue swarms, waiting to sting.

Keeping the receptionist amused, however, was the easiest bit, as the large-eyed Ir'Ma proved easy to enchant and followed Obi-Wan's every movement with its long neck that would have been graceful if it hadn't been covered in uneven yellow scales that just failed to hide leathery olive-green skin. The creature sure did its best to please though, a bright smile painted on its lush magenta lips, and Obi-Wan didn't doubt for a moment the Ir'Ma's every brain cell was totally bewitched by the little display of Jedi's Cradle he'd conjured up, momentarily diverting a strand from the being's embroidery sampler-in-the-making for his own purposes.

If only Qui-Gon were here. He'd been in those chambers far too long for Obi-Wan's liking, and he was beginning to wonder if something was amiss.

"Over your middle finger... oh." He looked puzzled for a moment. "You don't appear to have the right number of fingers for this... never mind, use that there thing and just pretend it's your middle finger, okay?" Only mildly affronted, the Ir'Ma shifted its brachial appendages into the tangle of bluestring that was reluctantly forming on its hands, eager to please the young Jedi who had already spent much more time with it than had been strictly necessary, and had never once called it stupid. The Ir'Ma was verging on falling in love with the handsome Padawan, and trying its best to impress him.

"Fine. Now, hand it over to me -" a pair of yellow arms stretched over the counter to a length that had Obi-Wan raising his eyebrows in surprise, "and I'll turn it into... a pig on a ladder. Or something else entirely."

//Padawan?//

Obi-Wan's hands stopped in mid-cradle for a split second. //Master?//

//Listen, I've got the crystals. Smoothly. I will deliver them to the Q'nats alone, I repeat, alone. There really is no need for a massed Jedi appearance at this point in time, all right?//

Obi-Wan swore under his breath as the string got entangled in his fingers, watched eagerly by the Ir'Ma. Damn, why couldn't Qui-Gon use the commlink like any civilised being? He sighed. The harshness in his Master's voice betrayed the strain he was under. Time for a good hot bath and a massage again tonight, he mused, and lightened up visibly at the thought, giving the receptionist more than enough reason to believe that the mess he was holding in his hands was not only intentional but actually a work of high art. //I shall await you in our quarters, then?//

The answer was slow in the coming, as if the mind that sent it arose from deep and murky backwaters of meditation. //Yes, do.//

Obi-Wan gathered his composure. Never one to get out of any potentially embarrassing situation with anything less than Jedi grace, or at least Padawan gauche, he summoned a light wisp of Force to levitate the hopelessly tangled bundle of string between his face and the Ir'Ma's.

"The pig's died and gone to heaven. And this is the inside of the ensuing sausage."

With a sweet thin smile, he dropped the tangle on the amazed IrMa's desk, took a curt bow and strode out of the Consulate, happy to be going home.

Or what passed for home anyway. Actually, the quarters were quite reasonable, disregarding for the moment the Q'nat people's propensity for multi-tiered interior design that required lesser mortals to climb through the rooms rather than walk through them.

Still, there was nothing that could be said against the green velvet upholstery on selected areas of the wall, some of them mercifully horizontal, nor against the large silver cavity that doubled for a bathtub. Except perhaps that that bathtub was immediately opposite the large lozenge-shaped window that looked out on to one of the more densely populated squares of the capital city. At ground floor level.

Serenely, Obi-Wan draped his robe over the offending glass before running a hot bath and allowing himself a good soak. The water stung his skin, then eased into a warmth that felt like warm hands tightly gripping every square inch of his reddened skin. Hands. His hands, of course. He smiled brightly at the thought of his Master's homecoming and the hungry tenderness that awaited him.

Qui-Gon should be made to complete a mission a day, he thought wistfully. That way I never get to do anything but keep watch and amuse reception beings, and he's always so nice and relaxed afterwards, and craving me so sweetly and I can give and give and fill that warm heavy relaxed body with caresses until he can't take any more and throws me over with that rough elegance of his and just has me. Obi-Wan sighed at the thought, glancing down at the unmistakable beginnings of an erection.

No, better save that for later. First, a nice bowl of soup.

He left one on the table for his Master and decided he might as well give in to the warm heavy glow in his belly and retire to the bed, or what passed for a bed in this crazy landscape of a room. Sprawling his long delicate frame over the green velvet he made sure that Qui-Gon would have to nudge him awake if he wanted his share of the bedscape, then surrendered to luscious reveries of warmth and velvet and tangled stars.

//Padawan.//

//Mmmm... Master?// Obi-Wan's eyes opened reluctantly. The darkness of the room was perfect, and it was only by the Force he could sense his Master's presence near the bed. An uncertain outline. Distress. Obi-Wan jerked awake.

//Master! Are you all right?// And, chiding himself for this uncontrolled outburst of worry and fear, //and don't you think just snuggling up to me in bed might have been a nicer way to wake me?// He reached out a hand and found his wrist grabbed firmly.

//Control your fears, Padawan. You will need that ability once I switch on the lights.// A deep sigh from Qui-Gon's throat. //I am not at all comfortable with this.//

The lights flared up, and for the first second or so Obi-Wan was busy blinking his eyes into shape. Then, interminable seconds of something that can only ever be described in one syllable:

"What --"

The sight was unsettling in every way imaginable. Shoulders sagging under the robes, brow furrowed in apprehensive sorrow, Qui-Gon Jinn looked down at his apprentice with three intense eyes. The middle one was a screaming purple and burned deeper into Obi-Wan's soul than any of his master's warnings could have done --

"Master, what in..."

Qui-Gon put a finger to his Padawan's lips, and Obi-Wan noticed with passing discomfort how Qui's fingernails had been replaced by thin yellow feathers that swayed slightly at his gasp.

"It messed with my morphogenetic field. And the answer to your unasked question, Padawan, is no. I have tried all within my powers. It is..." he sighed and cast his eyes down, "it's as if the source of this was somehow...woven into the fabric of what I am. I mean, I cannot get at the cause for this... this change without endangering my self! It's ..." he drew himself up to his full still-impressive length and summoned the rags of his ancient Jedi serenity. "From what I managed to deduce, it is anchored in my soul, a hook sunk into a core fear that I cannot get at, however much I try. I cannot will myself back into my old shape ... something keeps telling me it is me that did this to... me." The voice died down in a trail of whirring echoes. Still recognisably Qui-Gon's, it was so rich with uneven harmonics that it rang out like a bell. A cracked bell.

He sagged again, on to the edge of the bed.

Obi-Wan, puzzled, reached a hand up to Qui-Gon's shoulder.

"Please don't. Not now."

"But -- who could have done this? I mean, who could get you to do this to you? If that makes any sense..."

Qui-Gon gathered his robe around him, shivering. "I suspect it's the Consul-General's idea of revenge for having to surrender the crystals to the Q'nats --"

"-- and your supreme negotiation skills..." A fearless hand stroked the older Jedi's hair, still silky and silver-streaked and very much Qui-Gon's.

"Look at what they've done to me for Force's sake! --"

The hand, now positively valiant, reached round to still Qui-Gon's lips."You're still beautiful, and you're still my Master. And I'm having to face the dilemma of which of your eyes I like best now ..." An uncertain smile.

Qui-Gon pulled away from his Padawan's tentative caresses. "It's not ... just that." he held up his large hands, balled into fists, yellow feathers spilling over on to his wrists. "Force knows what you think of the things under my robe... I am humiliated, Obi-Wan, deeply humiliated. I cannot control myself any longer, and I hate that --"

"Don't focus on your anxieties ..." Obi-Wan chanted softly in his Master's ear, just like he'd had it done to him hundreds of times during the years of his apprenticeship. "You are held. You are loved, Master. And right now I think you are better off bathed and fed."

With a faint smile and a grim look of determination in his blue eyes (and a mystified one in his purple one), Qui-Gon made off for the bath.

Warm. Red. Gentle pressure and weight. Obi-Wan stretched languidly as he felt his master's body press softly into his own, claiming its share of  the bed. He must have fallen asleep while Qui-Gon had been in the bath. Mmmmmh, he smelled good. Blearily he turned around.

Right. It had not been a dream. There were three eyes in his Master's handsome long face, rolling fitfully under heavy lids. There were soft spears of yellow feather at the tips of Qui-Gon's fingers. A wonderfully tender counterpoint to these large strong hands with their long thick fingers now lying open in an attempt at relaxation. And there was more, far more. More even than the usual sensuous beauty of Qui-Gon's body, more than the firm sinewy elegance of every muscle under that lightly tanned skin, taut and silken and bath-oil-scented and with a light sheen on the broad expanse of the man's back that drew a sigh of admiration from his devoted Padawan.

And yet Obi-Wan's eyes could not help being drawn away from the luscious beauty of Qui-Gon's back as he lay curled away from him... there was the small matter of his knees.

Even before he was capable of forming a coherent thought, Obi-Wan's hands had jumped to conclusions, magnetically drawn to the soft iridescent short grey fur. It responded to his strokes, smooth and silken one way, bristly and ticklish the other, revealing the skin underneath, ebony black.

Reverently, he let his had trail further up, to where the rich silver fur thinned to individual white and grey hairs, like a field of grain first, then a winter forest, then single slivers of silver, then nothing but the soft pale skin on the inside of Qui-Gon's thighs, so tender and warm, and they opened a little, just enough to let Obi-Wan slip between them and gently roll his sleeping master on his back.

Qui-Gon leapt up like a coiled spring, and a startled Obi-Wan found himself facing three furious eyes. "Padawan, don't humour me. I am not ... consider it like you would an injury, right? I am not in the mood ..."

The rest of his protestations drowned in Obi-Wan's eager mouth as he silenced the older Jedi with a fierce kiss, biting and sucking and bruising Qui-Gon's defenceless lips until the growl in his throat had died down. Obi-Wan gasped for air, then earnestly stared into the middle one of three half-closed eyes. "Do I really have to remind you that there is no fear, there is only ... oh, you know the rest." He licked Qui-Gon's bearded chin gingerly. "I would be very grateful if you could just relax and let me work on getting to know this body, whatever surprises it may hold, right? I seem to gather your pleasure centres are still where they used to be, no?" He squeezed one nipple between his fingers, gently, then hard. A rich bell-like moan spilled over Qui-Gon's lips. "Quiet now, my Master" he brushed his lips against Qui-Gon's with each word, "my beloved."

Slowly, delicately, and ever more urgently Obi-Wan kissed along Qui-Gon's throat, humming softly into the  musk-and-bath-oil-scented cavity between the collarbones. So good. So Qui. And the nipples were rising in expectation, remembering well their earlier encounter with his eager hands, small warm salty jewels to his laving tongue. He suckled for what felt like half an eternity of bliss, bathing in the soft singing sighs from his lover, then slid across the expanse of smooth chest to spend the other half of eternity with the other nipple. Glorious. He felt the heat gathering in his groin  as he took in the sweetness of his Master's flesh against his lips, so sensitive, so gorgeously sexy.

Eyes closed, Obi-Wan was ready to lose himself licking a warm wet trail down Qui-Gon's body, down those firm flat muscles, that exquisitely taut skin...but wait. His tongue dove in deeper, and his eyebrows raised in wonder almost before he could get his eyes opened to stare at what he'd just tasted.

Green. It was green, unmistakably so even in the faint light from the aquarium. Qui-Gon's belly was green, and covered with deep ragged rifts fanning out from his thick brown pubes to his navel, exposing chasms of  thin and wet-looking skin.

He simply couldn't resist a taste. Gently easing his tongue along one of the starburst rifts, he was amazed at the sweet fleshy flavour and silken texture, and at the desperate moan from Qui-Gon arching up into the caress. Ah. Obi-Wan smiled wryly. Just like his Master to be embarrassed about the discovery of a new erogenous zone. Even if it was a different species' and not strictly meant to be here on Qui-Gon's mighty human body, Obi-Wan would be damned if he had anything to complain about!

He plunged his tongue into the delicious depth once more, stroking relentlessly along the vulnerable inner skins and delighting in his Master's uncontrollable writhing. He smiled into Qui-Gon's eager green flesh and drew a greedy sucking kiss from the tender sunburst, bruising it deep emerald and not letting go until Qui-Gon's hips thrust up into his face, a massive erection bouncing against his chin.

Shifting down ever so slightly, Obi-Wan let his fingertips continue where his lips had left off, stroking and tickling the raw moist skin inside the rifts and drawing hoarse harmonised cries from Qui-Gon's open mouth. Obi-Wan's own, meanwhile, puckered up to press the tenderest of kisses to the straining head of his Master's cock. And then he simply stayed there, left his lips where they were and sucked. Hard, letting his mouth open ever so slowly, never releasing the mind-mangling suction, revelling in the moans this drew from Qui-Gon's throat. Blood raced and rushed in his head as the throb of Qui's fat flesh fell into line with his own, yearning for fulfilment. So good.

All it took was to let go of that overwhelming suction for a second, and Qui-Gon could no longer help thrusting up into his Padawan's sweet hot mouth and filling it with an eruption of heat and sweet relief.

Blissfully blanked out, Qui-Gon didn't notice anything different until Obi-Wan was nearly done licking his wilting cock clean. The feel of it. Ticklish. Grainy . Startled, Qui-Gon cupped the spiky head in his hands and pulled him up for a deep kiss, and found his tongue enveloped not only in the sweet welcoming warmth of his beloved Padawan's mouth, but also in an unmistakable taste of ... almonds? He pulled away reluctantly from  Obi-Wan's lush lips and stared hard at the stray drop of his own come that still  clung to Obi-Wan's chin. Orange . He shook his head in disbelief.

"Master. Don't worry . If anything it's made you even more interesting ... and I love you in any way, any shape, size or flavour. I sense you in there, and that's more than enough for me. Besides ... I like your new almondy direction."

With a soft kiss and a slight smile, Obi-Wan trailed a hand down his Master's body, allured by the tender pattern on his belly and all that lay beyond. His own erection was close to painful now, and the continuingly erotic strangeness of Qui-Gon's body didn't do anything to alleviate that. Carefully, he let a slick finger slither down over Qui-Gon's massive cock and balls, over the taut sensitive skin beyond and to the so-desired opening.

He gasped in surprise at what his probing fingertips told him, then dunked two fingers in deep. They encountered barely any resistance, and were enveloped in the greedy silky warmth so quickly it was unearthly. And before he could even make a noise, Qui-Gon's muscles clenched around his fingers so tightly he curled them up in a reflex reaction and was rewarded with a vocal scream as his fingernails hit the hot spot and Qui's hands flew up, gripping Obi-Wan's upper arms.

//Wow// Obi-Wan thought, and wiggled his fingers out of the tight hold. His Master's hands let go, trailing over Obi-Wan's chest leaving tracks of tingling pleasure where the feathery nails touched his nipples. //More// he pleaded, and without waiting for reply or reaction, sunk his hard cock in Qui-Gon's ass to the hilt.

//I won't last long like this, you know// he sent, through clenched teeth //you're just too... is there a word for this?//. The answer came in bell-like tones, in the rhythm of his own speeding thrusts:

"So... full... so... complete... with... you... aaah..."

"Toldyouso" Obi-Wan gasped, "loveyouanyway. You, Qui-Gon!!", and then his senses melted into a swirling liquid mass of sensation as he pumped his bright shining joy into his master's wonderful tight body.

He was not in the least bit amazed at the sudden touch of soft fingertips to his nipples, then nails raking gently along his chest. Only when he came away from the breathtaking kiss did he realise there were only two eyes gazing back at him. swamped with sensation and dark with sated pleasure. Two eyes.

He arched up to check on Qui-Gon's belly and was almost disappointed to find the starburst of ragged rifts gone, and the skin returned to its accustomed light tan.

//Now don't tell me the fear that got you into this was...//

//Fear of losing your love// Qui-Gon sighed. //I guess so.//

//Silly boy.// A light Force-touch tapped the older man's cheek, not hard enough for a slap. //See? Sometimes it's good to have a stubborn Padawan around.//

Qui-Gon sighed, and curled up against his lover. //It's always good to have one like you around.//

//Master?//

//Yes?//

//Next time you deal with Rithkawai Consuls, remember that. Always have me around.//

//I doubt that would have helped.//

//Don't be selfish. You know I'm dying to find out what it's like to have these ... things on your belly!//

Chuckling softly, Master Qui-Gon Jinn closed all his available eyes and drifted off to a sound sleep.

-- The End --