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Summary: Obi-Wan asks fellow padawan Quinlan Vos for help with a mysterious object. Set pre TPM during Star Wars Republic era. Is also prequel to my Quin/Qui-Gon slash, 2 Q's on a Tatooine Side Street (TPM) Written for Fuh-Q-Fest Challenge at Livejournal.com/swslash

Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Other Male Character, Qui-Gon Jinn

Genre: Pairings: Slash (m/m), PWP

Rating: X

This piece may contain explicit sex, violence or other heavy content.

CONTENT and/or WARNINGS: Chan: teen / teen, Disturbing content, Sex, Voyeurism

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Challenge B18: Obi-Wan finds a mysterious object..and it turns out to be kinky. I think there may be a part 2 or 3, just because they were having such fun!

Ragoon VI was supposedly a tourist paradise, but sitting through trade negotiations all day, and then having to plow through exactly the same homework he would have had on Coruscant in the evenings, made it just another armpit of the galaxy, in Quinlan's opinion. He wished his master hadn't parked him here, with Master Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, for "diplomacy training." That was the trouble with having a master like Tholme, who was a spy. Too much of what he had to accomplish didn't call for a sidekick. A man mountain like Master Qui-Gon would never blend imperceptibly into any background, so he got to take his padawan all over on missions.

The formulae under the stylus were beginning to blur. Quin scrubbed at his eyes, trying to get them to focus again...

"Quin, can I ask you a favor?"

The padawan sighed. Obi-Wan, little Master Sunshine. No, that wasn't fair; they were nearly the same age and it wasn't his fault he wouldn't get any taller. There were any number of humanoids smaller at maturity, but not many who were also so --cute. He always had to make an effort to appear more sober than he actually was just to get other beings' respect...

"What is it?" He did owe Obi a favor since he'd knocked himself out the other day in the middle of the arboretum and nearly drowned, and Obi had hauled him out from under the waterfall.* Obi-Wan waited until he'd saved the astrogation exercise on the datapad, then held out his hand.

"I found this thing, and I'd like you to tell me what it is, you know, by touching it."

Quin's brow beetled like a thundercloud. Obi-Wan knew very well he didn't like to use his psychometric talent unless he had no choice. That was why he went around with his forearms wrapped up, for Sith's sake. But he had to admit, having your life saved by a fellow padawan did call for some payback.

Still, if he helped Obi figure out the object beforehand, he might be able to avoid an actual reading. "What did you find out about it so far?"

Obi brought the thing up to eye level. It was about as big as a Naboo duck egg, light grey, and perfectly smooth, but covered with knobbles of a uniform size, like a micro-view of a human tongue he had seen once.

"I got it at an odds-and-ends stall in the market. The being didn't know a thing about it either, so I got it for only a few coppers. I can tell it's got some kind of mechanism inside, because it feels heavier at the tapered end than it should. It seems to be made of some sort of ceramic that warms up to skin temperature almost immediately. But I can't find any sort of seam or activation point, no clue as to what it's supposed to do-- heat up, bounce, explode, play music---"

"Or if it still has its power source?" Quin was getting intrigued in spite of himself, watching Obi's green eyes dance in his good- natured face as he dreamed up functions for his mystery device. "It could still be some sort of nut, or a fossil."

"No, I think it's manufactured. But if it does need a recharging cradle of some kind, we're out of luck if we don't know what sort of energy it uses. And the Force-currents around it are all pleasant. I'm pretty sure it's not a murder-weapon, Quin. Please?"

Obi noticed Quin's carefully controlled wince at his last remark. But personally, he thought it was about time Quin stopped avoiding his Force-given ability, simply becuse it had once shown him the slaughter of his parents. The Force had made it plain even to him that this thing, whatever it was, did not have such a repulsive history. It could help his friend ease back into the routine reading of objects, he was sure, to receive pleasant messages.

He held out the corrugated egg-thing again. Finally Quin picked it up from his out-stretched palm, with the fingertips of one hand.

As he held it , Obi was surprised to see his fellow padawan's face grow about twice as red as its usual terra-cotta shade, making the yellow clan markings on his cheeks stand out sharply in contrast. He also began to breathe rather fast, while staring with increasing incredulity at the mystery object. Then he began to chuckle.

"Obi, it's a sex toy."

"You're joking."

"Nope." Still, he couldn't seem to stop giggling, his squarish teeth punctuating his usually grim features with welcome brightness. "I definitely know how it works, though I don't know the name of the octopus beings that made it and, ah, had fun with it. Good grief, Obi-Wan," and he shook his head in amazement--"these beings lived on relatively dry land and had the technology to create such a complex artifact, but"--and here he had to pause to snicker a bit, clutching at the object a little greedily at the thought he was having--" but they didn't have a separate reproductive and digestive system! They would swallow this thing, and when it passed down to the correct area, they would activate it by sonic vibration, and go all blissful."

Obi-Wan had to laugh, too, at the scenario Quin's words were evoking. "So, did you actually see this device in some octo-being's insides, going off? Whoo!"

"Oh, yeah. It turns out the race was very musical. They would go to concerts, and when the musicians would hit a certain note, the lucky beings who had one of these things in them would bliss out. And different ones were keyed to different notes, too. The beings who swallowed several had a really fine time."

Quin was enjoying this so much that Obi began to feel suspicious. It was an awfully tidy story, maybe too tidy. "Come on, Quin, are you putting me on? How can you prove this?"

Quin looked hurt. "I wouldn't put you on. It probably still can be activated by the right frequency. I saw these beings activate this one just by their vocalizing--like honking. We could prove it, easily. We could even get extra xeno-archaeology credit, if we make a report."

His expression went a bit devilish. "Let's do it. The investigation could get quite interesting." As his crooked grin took in Obi-Wan, and the perennial innocence of his fellow padawan that he knew hid a considerable capacity for mischief, he saw an answering gleam in those green eyes.

"Sith, Quin; we should at least wash it off first." That made them both laugh.

They told Qui-Gon that they had a special school project to prepare, for xeno-archaeology. He let them skip evening meditations. That they then left him on the hotel balcony overhanging the gardens to crowd into the fresher together, trying not to snicker, he graciously overlooked. They were young and full of curiosity, about the world and about each other. It was perfectly healthy, even if it did make him feel a bit ancient. And really, what sort of archaeology required a fresher?

Obi-Wan was busy lathering his prize. Neither of the padawans had bothered to lather their hair; untying it and bundling it up again would have taken too much fussing when there was a great mystery to investigate. Finally he deemed it clean enough. It seemed to be a lighter shade of grey.

"Okay, Quin; if we start it up, how do we shut it off again?"

"Simple. The on and off tones are one octave apart. The beings would get all happy, then hit the high note and relax."

"What's the note?"

"How should I know? I'm not a musician; I don't know if I'm even on key sometimes." Having his arms untaped around another person was making Quin feel really naked, so he was looking annoyed in self- defense, the stubby locks of his fringe protruding truculently from his forehead despite the damp. He glowered down at the shorter youth, who, as usual, was unperturbed.

"Okay, okay, I'll just sing on up my range until we find out what it is."

Obi-Wan's voice had been in its adult range for several years now, but he had once been a boy soprano in the youngling choir on Coruscant. He started on a low F, a simple open "a", and proceeded up the scale by half-tones, lingering at least two seconds at each pitch, while Quin leaned against the fresher wall and stared intently at the object on Obi's palm, determined to note the slightest change.

When he hit C sharp, Obi was rewarded by a tingling in his palm. The vibration of the device was so subtle that it manifested visually as the merest blurring of its outlines. The delicious feel of it was traveling right down his arm and up and down his spine, instantly. He raised wonderstruck eyes to Quin's; the other youth instantly reached out to feel for himself.

But instead of touching the object, as Obi expected, Quin wrapped his hand around Obi's hand. Immediately Obi-Wan's sensations of pleasure doubled, and began to include his groin. And he knew Quin was feeling everything he felt; the young Kiffar's eyes had kindled, and his nostrils were flaring in appreciation. Tearing his mind off the pleasure, Obi sang the high octave. The device shut off.

But they didn't drop hands. Their eyes locked. This was just too good...

Quin took Obi's hand, with the device in it, and pressed it to his own chest. He hummed the low note. When the sensations started up against his body, his dark eyes rolled up into his head. The sight of Quin's joy, plus the sensations flowing into him from his hand, roused Obi-Wan to action. He grabbed Quin around the waist, grinding their bodies together, relishing the electric feel of the contact imparted by the device. He began to guide the pleasure object around on the body of the ecstatic Quin. It was like having a whole new sense, piggy-backed onto his usual sense of touch.

The larger boy's knees seemed about to give out, and he had begun a sort of harmonic moaning. Ruthlessly Obi guided the device in their clenched hands over one brick red nipple, then the other, then circled repeatedly over Quin's convulsing abdomen and over each pelvic bone in turn, causing Quin to groan and sway. It was quite a show, enhanced by the mirroring tremors in his own body, flowing in and pooling at the base of his spine.

Quin had deliberately put himself at his mercy, and that knowledge itself was intoxicating. He couldn't resist inching the device ever lower, toward Quin's throbbing cock. He had begun moaning with anticipation of his own, holding himself away from Quin with one hand on the fresher wall, to better enjoy the view of what he was doing. It so happened that their vibrating hands contacted Obi-Wan's cock first. The pleasure was so intense that his hands spasmed open and his toes curled. The device dropped loose, and stopped between their two bodies.

At the contact with his gut, Quin's eyes flew open; his hand sprang out away from Obi-Wan's as he yelled in glad surprise. And came all over them both.

Obi took one look at that creamy fountain between Quin's reddish chest and his own, and immediately came as well. I mean, who wouldn't be turned on by this? he found himself thinking, as he collapsed against Quin, and the device fell away from them to the fresher floor, still emitting its signals.

Quin was gradually sliding down the wall, and Obi-Wan went with him, ending up on his knees between Quin's spread legs. The device was down there too. It touched Quinlan on the shin, and he cried out with a pleasure that was nearly agony, his cock jumping but already emptied. He knocked it away against Obi-Wan's foot, and Obi immediately was flooded by what he could only describe later as a toe-orgasm. An electric flash went directly from toe to groin to brain.

"Oh, oh, oh," he cried uselessly, and tried to gather sufficient wits to remember the note that stopped the device. Nothing helped until he moved his foot a good six inches away. Finally he could concentrate on emitting the high C sharp. And they were left, collapsed into blessed silence.

Sitting on his heels, covered in come, Obi-Wan was first to recover. He put a come covered finger to his lips and tasted it, green eyes wide. "Holy Sith, Quin." Quin just groaned. "That thing is a menace. It's a love grenade, a bliss booby-trap. We could unleash it on our enemies--"

Even though Quin's eyes were still shut, his red lips quirked in amusement at that, and he snorted. Obi persisted.

"--and in no time we'd have them all as allies. They'd be offering untold riches for access to these things. Don't you think?" He was idly sluicing down his chest in the fresher spray, still on his knees.

Quin seemed to make a big effort, and got his eyes open. He regarded his merry companion with wry amusement, tempered with sadness. "Something like that. If they don't outlaw them.

"I got a lot more history off the device this time, when it was running. Force, Obi, it brought their whole civilization down. A bunch of reptilians came and slaughtered them all for meat, town by town, while they were busy with the bliss." He let out a sigh, which was the biggest movement he seemed capable of for the moment.

Obi-Wan's expression sobered. He looked at the knobbly egg-shaped thing in the corner of the fresher stall for quite some time, lost in thought, until Quin finally began to stir. Once Quin was sitting upright, he met the dark gaze of his friend.

"I'm sorry, Quin. In a way, I guess it was a murder weapon after all."

"Naw." The white slabby teeth flashed under the yellow stripe, under the dark eyes, under the heavy brow. "You know what they say--- blasters don't kill people; people kill people."

That cracked up Obi-Wan. Chuckling, he palmed on the fresher again, since it had shut off when they were both perfectly still. "Then we'd better get in a little practice with this thing, huh?"

When Master Qui-Gon came in from the balcony, having completed his meditations, he was surprised by the sounds emanating from Obi-Wan's room. It sounded like-- humming, punctuated by laughter.

"No, that was not C sharp."

"So sue me." More humming.

"Quin, you're flat. Higher. Force, are you avoiding the note on purpose?"

Chuckling. "Maybe."

"You tease!" More chuckling.

The door was open just a crack. What being could resist peering in? Qui-Gon's breath caught at the spectacle.

The two padawans had arranged themselves so that each was within easy licking distance of the other's manhood. They were wearing absolutely nothing. Between them on the bed was a nubbly round object. And they were both incredibly lovely young men.

Obi-Wan he'd seen before, on other occasions, and always appreciated, but he had never seen this view of Quin before. Which, at the moment, was straight up his ruddy legs and between his flexed glutes-- a priveleged view of the base of his brick-red balls. He found himself drooling at the sight; it was so reminiscent of ripe fruits.

Obi was saying, "If you don't do it, I will. I'm ready now." Quin sighed, but with a smile.

"Okay," he said, and hummed. Which caused Obi-Wan mysteriously to become exasperated.

"No!" he cried, and changed the note a small amount.

Then the object on the bed seemed to blur, and the two youths on the bed seemed to go into some sort of pleasurable convulsions. They jumped to the task of suckling at each other, Obi-Wan clasping the very buttocks Qui-Gon had been studying close to his red-gold head.

When Quin's leg started to wrap around Obi' waist, giving Obi's master an unobstructed view of another man's padawan's bung-hole, he finally came to his senses enough to back quietly away. But it was too late for him not to be extremely aroused.

He could not get the sight of Quinlan Vos from below to fade from his mind's eye. Or the awareness of how very close to the tongue of Obi-Wan, with which he was quite familiar, those mounds and valleys had been. Now this was truly forbidden fruit.

The sleep pants he had been wearing for meditation were unbearably constricting--he had to get hold of himself. It was one thing to discreetly have relations with your own padawan, and quite another to want to ravish another man's padawan, before he was a knight. Be knighted soon, Quinlan, he found himself thinking.

Time to release a large load of lust into the Force. Someone would certainly put it to good use.

Hours later, Qui-Gon was roused from sleep by a familiar weight upon the mattress next to him, a warm arm slipping around him. He opened an eye to confirm that it was indeed Obi-Wan. He turned to face his padawan, to smooth the downy cheek beneath the bright eyes.

"Finally done with your project?" Obi-Wan was grinning like a cat full of cream. Qui supposed that might actually be the case, in a manner of speaking.

"Mmmm-- yes." Force, he was licking his lips! How was a red-blooded man supposed to stand such a sight? Qui found his arousal back at the level it had been earlier in the evening, in a hurry.

"I wanted to tell you all about it, Master. We found out what my mystery device was for." A mischievous hand began to trace a delicate, tickling trail along Qui-Gon's moustache. He restrained himself from capturing the fingers with his lips, saying hoarsely,

"So--you and Quin--had fun with it?" Force, he really shouldn't want to know the details---

"Well, yes, but he isn't you, Master." And Obi replaced his hand with his mouth, letting Qui-Gon lose himself in their kiss. Thank goodness for Obi-Wan, was his last coherent thought for quite some time.

Still later, as Obi settled against his chest with a satisfied sigh, Qui-Gon asked, quite casually, he thought, if the object would be turned over to the Archives now. His padawan smiled up at him.

"It's going to be quite some time before we're done cataloguing all its uses, don't you think?"

*incident recalled by Obi-Wan in Dark Horse Star Wars Republic no. 69