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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)

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

Genre: Angst, Character Study, Pairings: Slash (m/m), PWP

Rating: X

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

CONTENT and/or WARNINGS: Bloodplay, Chan: teen / teen, Rimming, Sex

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Quinlan Vos found that he had mixed feelings about the ancient device that he was helping his fellow padawan investigate. His psychometric talent had been invaluable, but it also meant that he was bombarded with imagery from the object's past that was often deeply disturbing.

True, it was fascinating to relive the device's giving of pleasure to the totally extinct species which had designed it, with corresponding glimpses into their mentality and physiology; but it was also unsettling how the device remembered being deep inside a being's body, then leaving it abruptly through the bisected torso of that being as it was slaughtered.

Quin much preferred it when Obi-Wan handled the device, and he accessed its effects through Obi-Wan, without the burden of its history. But leave it alone? --no, he didn't think so. For one thing, it was way too much fun watching what it did to Obi- Wan, when he activated it with the C sharp tone. And the vibrations it emitted were so compelling that Obi needed a witness, to confirm what he was experiencing for their report. And he was getting the distinct impression that Obi liked to be watched.

There was the night, for instance, when he'd found Obi waiting for him after evening meditation,looking well-scrubbed, as usual, but with such a sly look in his green eyes, murmuring, "Quin, I just have to show you something--" and practically yanking him into his room.

"Let me guess," he'd said, as the door shut and locked behind them. "More xeno-archaeology research."

"What else?" Obi-Wan was already out of his tunics, and was working on his boots. "Will you just get naked and look at this? I need an unaffected witness, or else the report won't seem scientific enough. We are in this together."

Quin had to admit, this side project of theirs was taking a lot of the boredom out of "diplomacy training" at the trade conference with Master Qui-Gon. He spent most of the days trying not to fall asleep, by watching where the endlessly patient and regal Jedi master rested his eyes, and quizzing himself on what kept Qui-Gon awake. But being an impartial witness, he reflected as he removed his own boots, surely didn't require nakedness.

"Do I have to be naked too? One stray touch and my psychometry will kick in, and I'll react all over the place."

"Okay, whatever you like, then; just watch what happens to me. I only thought I'd like to look at you."

Obi was actually blushing a little when he said that. Quin still wasn't used to thinking of himself as attractive to other males. When he was alone with himself, he usually thought about Siri,who until last year had been a fellow padawan.

But he was flattered. Just not flattered enough to do more than take his boots off. And maybe his outer tunic. And he was definitely leaving the wrist wraps on, for protection.

His friend was already in the center of the bed, rummaging around in a drawer of the side table for their artefact. Well, technically it was Obi-Wan's; he'd found it at the market stall and paid the native of Ragoon VI for it. But without Quin's ability to read its history, they would never have been able to activate it, or be preparing this most enjoyable research report. And Quin did have to admit that the creamy smooth ass pointing at him was an enticement to active participation.

"Now, I tried this by myself, and I think what it's doing is imparting the vibration to my entire nervous system. At least that's what it feels like. Obviously, unlike the race that invented this, we can't swallow it. Lucky I have such a big mouth, eh?" Obi had the egg-sized, knobbly object in his hand now, and was sitting cross- legged, evidently prepared for whatever he was about to demonstrate. His eyes were full of the usual mischief. Quin found himself returning his grin, and remembering when that curvy mouth had been wrapped around private parts of himself.

"I won't be the judge of that just yet. What do you want me to do?" "Just stand back a little. The time on my own, I got so blissed out that the thing just rolled away, and at last I got hold of myself to shut it off, but it left me no notion of how long I was affected. Here goes." And Obi-Wan stretched his long pink tongue and began to lick the device. Quin knew he was just putting on a show at this point, or possibly nerving himself up for the next step, but it was definitely something to see. He swallowed hard.

At last, the smaller youth opened his mouth as wide as he could, and slid the object in, his lips curling shut around it. He rolled his eyes round to meet Quin's, and Quin couldn't help breathing more quickly. This was the big moment, and it was all the more pleasant for the suspense. Then, with his perfect pitch, Obi hummed the activation tone.

His eyes drifted shut as he evidently began to struggle to keep his mouth closed around the device. A tide of limpness seemed to be affecting his neck and shoulders and spreading to his legs, which he began to reflexively uncurl,one after the other, straightening them out behind him, supported by his hands. Meanwhile his eyes had drifted open again, but were definitely unfocused.

Quin could sense Obi's struggle not to collapse bonelessly onto the bed, as he rolled to one side and then the other, flexing and unflexing his fingers and toes, with his erection seeming to shy away from the rest of him, his balls not wanting to come in contact with his own legs. It had been what, ten seconds now? the chrono said fifteen seconds, and already the reflexive motions of Obi's limbs were slowing, the thrashing becoming a rocking. He was beginning to hum, or moan, around the thing in his mouth; it was hard to tell which. It was the sexiest sound Quin thought he had ever heard.

He found himself rising, going to bend over Obi, to look into his eyes. The glazed look cleared, as Obi recognized him, and then with a muffled yell, he came, a burst of white shooting toward Quin. And the green eyes rolled up into Obi's head. He was out.

Oh wow. Now what? Obi seemed to be breathing okay. A stream of drool was falling from his slack mouth. As he looked closer, he seemed to see confirmation of Obi's hypothesis. The tips of his fingers, even the nipples on his chest, seemed to be blurred by the fine vibrations imparted by the device.

Quin checked the chrono again-- forty seconds. He really should attempt to emit the high C sharp to turn the thing off again; although he was not nearly as musical as Obi, he was bound to hit the right pitch at last. But he really had to know-- his hand snaked out to stroke that creamy skin--

And he was caught. He couldn't take his hands away. The delicious vibration made it seem as if he were devouring a feast of Obi-Wan right through his fingers. He knelt over him, rubbing his chin and chest against the smooth back, kissing at his neck and shoulders, starting to lick at him all over. And Obi was not totally unresponsive. As Quin's rough tongue sampled his armpits, the base of his spine, moans began to ooze around the device in his mouth again.

Quin was biting at Obi's behind now, lapping at places he had only looked at before, digging his fingers into the insides of Obi's thighs. He smeared the puddle of come onto Obi's erection--yes, it was back-- and massaged it in, because he wanted to hear it again; yes, he was getting to really like that moan.

Obi-Wan's anus was winking at him, he swore it was. He had never wanted to do such a thing before, but he did now. He stuck his tongue right in. It felt like putting it into an electrical socket. Drool began to pour out of his mouth and onto that delectable butt.

It was too good-- he thrust again, and again, till his teeth hit surrounding flesh.

Suddenly, the sensation stopped. The moans stopped. Quin was kneeling with Obi's ass raised to his mouth, his fist around Obi's dick, when all at once he knew Obi-Wan was himself again. He was suddenly embarrassed. He hid his face against the other youth's back, almost in a panic.

"Quin?--don't stop..." He looked up. Or was it down? Obi's green eye was looking back at him over his own shoulder, from where it was nearly buried in the bedclothes. The lush mouth was curving into a smile. Slowly Obi raised himself with his arms, pushing himself pointedly against Quin.

And Quin didn't need to be told twice. Leggings round his knees, he sat back on his heels and pulled the other boy onto himself, burying himself in that delectable opening. Obi gasped, and convulsed, and made that sound again. And as he spurted into Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan collapsed back against him, where he could taste his shoulders. He bit and he sucked and he pumped his hand on Obi-Wan, and was thrusting into Obi-Wan again full-force, and it seemed to go on for hours with no cessation of bliss, until he realized there was come on his hand again, and Obi's head had fallen onto back onto his shoulder.

Obi's eyes were shut. Dried saliva made a crusty streak away from his rosy lips and accross his jaw. But he was smiling. As he nibbled and throbbed, Quin drank in the picture of him. Then, without opening his eyes, Obi opened his mouth and sang out the high C sharp.

Wherever it was, somewhere on the floor of the chamber, the thing shut off. Something in Quin relaxed. He suddenly realized that he would have gone on having sex until he was completely drained, if the thing had still been on. And he had forgotten all about it! Not good.

But Obi-Wan was good; very good. They'd gone way further than he and Siri ever had, before she got knighted. Still, if it weren't for this thing they were fooling around with, would he and Obi be doing it? He didn't know.

He thought about how Obi-Wan and his master acted around each other, compared their easy banter and open affection with his own relationship with Master Tholme. They rarely touched. And Quin was glad of it. Some things he didn't want to know, and Tholme respected that.

Yet at the moment he was hanging onto Obi-Wan, against Obi-Wan's bedroom wall, as if he were the stuffed toy of his younger days. And Obi-Wan was perfectly at home with this--probably due to this thing that they were fooling around with. Quin felt vulnerable nonetheless. Just not enough to let go of Obi-Wan until he moved. The unwrapped portions of his fingers registered a contentment that it would be a shame to disturb.

Still, when Obi's eyes drifted open again, and he sat up with a smile, Quin was somewhat relieved. He remembered that Obi was used to admiration, to being pretty. It just didn't mean as much to him when he was approached. He probably had half a dozen sex buddies. He let Obi-Wan have the first word.

"Was I right? Was it affecting my whole neural system?"

"You were right. Any place I touched on you."

Obi's eyes narrowed. "Admit it. You had fun."

Quin sighed. "That thing is starting to scare me a little. I'm just too affected by it, even if I'm not touching it; even if you're not touching it. I forgot it was even there. I feel as if it--Obi, if I had fangs, I might have gone on and eaten you, while you were still unconscious."

His friend looked puzzled. Evidently he hadn't felt any such urges. But he raised one hand to the marks that were still showing on his neck and shoulders. There was a little blood, too. But his face reflected no fears, for himself or of Quin. "I've had worse," was all he said.

"You have?" Quin didn't know why he was annoyed by that. After all, this was Obi-Wan.

"But okay, I won't ask you to experiment with the thing anymore. It makes sense that your Kiffar abilities would make you more vulnerable to a device that works through touch. We could do one last trial, activating it for exactly ten seconds, with neither one of us touching it, and record our differing reactions.

"And this next time, we'll just leave it off." He grinned, that crooked-lipped smirk of mischief. And Quin found that he could laugh, too. And take off his shirt.

So there was a next time. And times after that, in Quin's bed. And as he drifted off to sleep one evening, Quin thought he heard,

"Master, I want to show you something--"

He smiled to himself. That Obi-Wan and his toy.