Disclaimer: These gorgeous Jedi belong to George Lucas, not me.
Feedback: Well sure, to kimberlite@cox.net
Notes: This is the result of two challenges on the list, one
from Rushlight (thanks for the beta) asking for a PWP for a
scene set up by Ruth, and one from Dev to include the line "Not
much between despair and ecstasy."
The breaking dawn spread light on the stark granite peaks
rising over the quiet meadow. The air was clear and sweet
smelling, gentle breezes stirring the grasses and rippling the
water of the lake. Objectively, Obi-Wan Kenobi could appreciate
the simple beauty of his surroundings. Emotionally, however, he
was in the worst place in the universe.
The source of his distress emerged from the lake wearing only
his knee-high leather boots. Qui-Gon Jinn, long hair flowing
past his broad shoulders, water cascading down his lean, smooth
body and long, muscular legs, shook himself, removing much of
the excess water. Obi-Wan watched in horrified fascination as
Qui-Gon's massive hands reached for a cloth, drawing it over
his body.
Obi-Wan shifted slightly, careful to balance himself on his
knees. He was naked and bruised, his hands bound behind his
back with a leather tie. A force-inhibiting collar decorated
his neck.
Dropping the cloth, Qui-Gon strode over to Obi-Wan, gently
brushing Obi-Wan's face with his large hand. Obi-Wan tried to
turn his head away, but was pulled back by a sharp tug on his
padawan braid.
"You will not turn from me, little Jedi. I am your master. You
will obey me."
Obi-Wan looked up at his beloved master, silently crying out
his anguish at the unbelievable events leading up to this
confrontation. "Only a master of evil, Qui-Gon," he said
quietly.
"Hush, Obi-Wan. Soon you will accept that I need you at my
side. You will know the power of the Dark Side." Qui-Gon knelt
to kiss his padawan's lips. Obi-Wan tried to resist, but the
feel and taste of his master, his unattainable love, were
irresistible. He trembled as Qui-Gon slipped his tongue past
his lips, exploring his mouth.
Qui-Gon's beautiful hands ran up and down Obi-Wan's flanks,
trailing lines of fire along his skin. To his dismay, Obi-Wan
was unable to stop his body from responding to the sensations.
"Yes, padawan, you will join me. All you have to do is submit
yourself to me, and I will teach you the wonders of a new
universe," Qui-Gon's husky voice spoke close to Obi-Wan's ear.
Obi-Wan couldn't believe this was happening to him. Before him,
his master was demanding his surrender, one he would gladly
have given under other circumstances. But in this case, his
capitulation might negate Qui-Gon's sacrifice, for he had
protected Obi-Wan from the Dark, only to fall prey himself.
Obi-Wan had to find a way to help, had to resist being seduced
by his master, by the Dark Side.
A wave of incredible pleasure washed over Obi-Wan as Qui-Gon
closed one hand around his hardening cock, stroking the velvet
length firmly. This blatant hunger, expressed so physically,
was not going to be easy to ignore. Obi-Wan tried to center
himself, tried to detach himself from the pleasure.
It was no use. The more he fought the sensations, the more he
needed to feel the touch of Qui-Gon's hands, his lips, his
hair. Obi-Wan was drowning, trying to escape the whirlpool of
Qui-Gon's desire. Eventually, he was pulled under.
Obi-Wan knew the exact moment Qui-Gon sensed his surrender. He
stopped touching Obi-Wan and stood back, displaying his
magnificent body. Obi-Wan inched forward on his knees, hands
still tied behind his back. Carefully he bent to the toe of
Qui-Gon's boot. Slowly, reverently, he worked his way up,
tasting the damp leather, inhaling its rich smell. His tongue
rasped along his masterís corded thigh. Reaching his
goal, Qui-Gon's huge, hard cock, Obi-Wan took it in his mouth,
worshipping it.
Qui-Gon reached down to touch Obi-Wan's hair, tangling the
padawan braid between his fingers, then carefully wrapping it
around his hand, binding them together. With incredible speed,
Qui-Gon flipped Obi-Wan onto his stomach. His braid-wrapped
hand held Obi-Wan's head immobile against the ground. Obi-Wan's
shoulders were forced to support his body's weight. Positioning
himself behind Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon snaked his free hand under
Obi-Wan's hips, lifting them and allowing his powerful thighs
to spread Obi-Wan's legs widely.
As Qui-Gon thrust deep into his apprentice, Obi-Wan tasted
fear, pain, and the grit of the thin soil layer beneath his
face. He had failed his master and himself. A choked sob
escaped him. Qui-Gon immediately soothed him, removing the
collar and opening their bond, bathing him with his own pride
and pleasure. "Not much between despair and ecstasy, my
padawan," he murmured.
Obi-Wan moved with Qui-Gon, enveloped in his strength and
power, feeling the Dark eddies swirling at the back of his
mind. The pleasure radiating through him was unbearable.
Instinctively Obi-Wan knew that their shared orgasm would bind
them together forever with the Dark Side.
Obi-Wan gathered his strength for one last desperate gamble. At
the ultimate moment, Obi-Wan poured all his love into their
link. A child's hero-worship, an adolescent's crush, a
student's deep respect, a man's love Ö he had stored all
of these feelings over the years. Now he sent a pulse of pure
Light into his master. Their bodies convulsed in orgasm as
their minds met, Qui-Gon glorying in the Light shining from
Obi-Wan, reflecting it back and adding images of his own
complex love for Obi-Wan.
It was enough.
They collapsed, physically and emotionally exhausted from the
battle, but victorious. Qui-Gon untied Obi-Wan's arms, and they
lay wrapped around each other, stunned and amazed to discover
the living bond glowing brightly between them.
Finally, Qui-Gon touched Obi-Wan's face and said with wonder,
"You came after me. You saved us, love."
Obi-Wan kissed Qui-Gon's lips, "I came after a part of myself.
Our love transcended the power of the Dark."
The beauty of the meadow surrounded the two Jedi, bound forever
in the Light by their love.
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