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Obi-Wan doth look upon Qui-Gon with lust, and that Mr. Lucas
was not likely to include that in the next movie, so we said
screw it and wrote it ourselves, even though we do not make any
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Summary: A sequel to the story, 'Sacred Flames Within'.
Warning: This is a direct sequel to my fic Sacred Flames Within
and probably won't make as much sense if you haven't read it.
It is in the M/A archive and at my webpage
http://adult.dencity.com/keelywolfe
Author's note: I wrote part of this a while ago and it stalled,
but someone made a comment on list today that got me going. I
dashed most of this off in about a half-hour and it is not
betaed so any and all mistakes are mine. This was written
specifically for Krychick, whose complaint about Obi always
being on the bottom got me going.
I must be completely mad. That is the only possible explanation
for my actions, somehow or another I have been completely taken
over by insanity. Or something else, someone else controlling
me.
Why else would I have done such a thing? Of course, I knew what
to expect at the ritual. I've witnessed them before, although
not like that. -Never- like that. The other times I was sent to
witness, I was just that, a witness. I watched the Rite and
that was all.
I didn't intend what happened...no that's not quite true. I've
wanted it to happen, thought about it, but I would have never
approached you, you are far too important to me, my Padawan, to
lose on a whim of sexual desire. I may lose you yet to just
that after this evening is over. After you've had a chance to
think without passion clouding your senses.
It's just...it was just...-you- were just...beautiful. The very
moment you pushed back your hood and I saw your face outlined
in fireshine, I was lost. No, my beautiful one, I was lost the
moment I first saw you, I just didn't know it, refused to
believe it. I watched you grow from a gawky, unsure adolescent
to a confident young man. And now, tonight, in a sea of
tumultuous emotions and passions that run freely, I could no
longer resist. And I damned the consequences that I know will
come and touched you.
I should have stopped, but I didn't. I wanted to feel your
passion rise with those around us, I wanted to hear you cry out
in your pleasure, I just wanted to -touch- you, even for a far
too short moment.
I should have stopped it afterward. I could have easily passed
it off as part of the Rite, let the barriers of Master and
Padawan reassert themselves before too much damage was done. I
almost did, almost let it go at that and I would have kept that
precious memory of your beauty in a secret part of my being,
held close to my heart where its heat could have warmed me were
I trapped in a Hothian glacier.
I should have stopped it. But I didn't. The moment the words
left my lips, the moment I started to brush the entire incident
aside like a cobweb, I looked in your eyes and saw a part of
you die. A little flame that had just begun to burn was
extinguished without a word of protest. Once, long ago when you
were still a child and I had refused you as my Padawan yet
again, I saw that very same look in your eyes, your hopes and
dreams disappearing, ripped from you by words from my lips.
And this time, I couldn't let those frail dreams die.
So again, I must plead insanity, because why else would I take
your hand now that the ritual is over and lead you away. Others
in our group are pairing off as well; the night is far from
over and an aura of sexuality hangs heavily in the air.
I don't look at you. I can't or I will lose what little nerve I
have left and this evening will end very quickly in
disappointment on both sides. We walk over the low hills of the
field, you trailing behind me without protest although I can
hear the questions you aren't asking, the same questions I saw
in your eyes earlier. I say nothing; I can't answer because I
don't -know- the answer. I just know that tonight I want this,
need this.
I stop abruptly and you stumble into me. Before you can recover
I've swept you into my embrace, my lips on yours, as I had
wanted them to be during the Rite. We are barely out of sight
of the others but that seems to matter so little here, with you
in my arms.
I pull back, releasing your lips, and for just a moment I
hesitate, my conscience, my sense of propriety waging a battle
within me against my desire, my -need-. But before the outcome
is decided, you make your own decision and I find myself pinned
to the ground beneath you. I can feel pebbles and twigs poking
into my back but even this is ignored at the feel of you
against me.
We kiss, lash at each other with tongue and teeth and, just
this one time, I allow your loss of control. How can I berate
you when I am lost as well? Your mouth is far sweeter than I
could ever have dreamed, the taste is intoxicating and I could
have kissed you all night if other treasures hadn't beckoned to
me.
I break this kiss, ignoring your protest and jerk your tunic
aside, the seams straining. I bite your newly exposed shoulder,
hard, and you gasp in pain, your hands moving to my head and
digging into my scalp. I lave your abused skin with my tongue,
feeling the tiny dents made by my teeth. Grabbing underneath
your arms I hoist you higher, pulling you over me. I press my
face against your still clothed stomach, cupping my hands
around your ass to pull you higher still until I can feel the
heat of your erection against my cheek.
Your pants are still damp from your earlier climax and I can
smell the bitter salt of your ejaculation, more heady and
arousing than any resins burned in the earlier ritual. This is
the incense of our rite and I savor it, press my lips to the
dampness and the hardness of your cock. You give a choked gasp
above me. Your hands have long since left my head, resting
instead on the ground as you struggle to keep your balance.
I kiss you, bite the shaft gently through the layers of fabric
between us and the gasp turns into a near sob. You struggle
away from me and I let you go, no matter my wants and needs but
you have only moved to strip away your clothes, with the speed
and grace that comes from being a Jedi. My clothing is quickly
sacrificed as well and we both hiss at the contact of naked
skin.
You are like a wild thing against me, capturing my lips in a
bruising kiss before you sink lower, taking my throbbing shaft
between your lips with not even the barest hesitation. The wet
heat surrounding my cock forces a choked cry of pleasure from
me and my hands scrabble at your head, trying to pull you away.
You ignore my almost inarticulate pleas, pushing my hands away
with your own and pinning them to the ground.
Helpless now, trapped by your grasp and the bolts of pleasure
that arc through me, I arch into the tight suction of your
mouth, my climax is coming far too quickly and I am powerless
to stop it. Just as I would have been overcome you release me
and this time my cries are from frustration, my pleas are for
you to continue.
You slither back up my body and kiss me hungrily, my taste on
your lips. You capture my straining cock in your hand, gripping
tightly and pumping hard and it is too much, it is enough. The
planet tilts and I fall off the edge, coming hard, spurting my
seed over your hand and onto my stomach.
Panting harshly, I barely notice you moving to kneel between my
legs. My eyes snap open, however, at the brush of slick fingers
against my anus. You catch my startled eyes with your own,
again asking questions, but this is one that I can answer and I
do, with a slight nod. Your fingers, still wet with my semen,
press gently into my body, opening me, readying me and I force
my already relaxed muscles to loosen more, to accept. One
finger, then two, carefully probing, lubricating and I press
against them impatiently, all doubt washed away by a flood of
need.
Even without words you understand, spreading and lifting my
legs further and now I feel the wet tip of your cock against my
entrance. You hesitate, for just a moment, then press inward.
No words can describe what I felt at that moment, the sensation
of completeness I felt as you filled me with yourself. I dimly
hear you groan through the fog of ecstasy that surrounds me,
feel my cock thickening and lifting yet again and aren't we
doing well for a man of my age, to be able yet a third time
this night.
You sink inside me easily and it seems that it will never end,
that you will just push deeper and deeper within me but finally
it is completed and we are still, both gasping heavily for air,
breathing in the heady scent of sweat and sex. My hands twine
into your hair and I pull you down, devouring you with my lips,
hard enough to bruise but you respond with equal roughness.
You tear your lips from mine, your hands moving to grip my hips
and with a smooth movement you pull back until you nearly leave
me completely before slowly surging back in, hard. With
precision and control that at this moment I envy, you repeat
the movement again. And again until I am nearly sobbing,
begging for more, for faster, for anything to ease this ache
inside me.
You ignore my cries, keeping an even rhythm of slow, careful
thrusts until I feel as if my body is aflame. Your long braid
tickles my stomach with your every movement and I can feel
sweat dripping from your face onto my chest as your breathing
harshens. Your thrusts are finally coming with some speed, some
force as your hard-won control slips and you are pounding into
me, driving harder and faster as the pinnacle approaches.
The Force opens up around us, the heat and sensuality that is
sweeping over the planet this night is like a red haze, flowing
through us, between us and it is like a flash fire through
already singed nerves.
One unsteady thrust, two and then you ignite, dragging me into
the flames with you and we both scream hoarsely, helplessly, as
we are consumed in a blaze of passion and ecstasy like none I
have ever felt before and that I do not believe I could ever
withstand again.
Your knees fold under you and you slide, boneless, into my
arms, slipping from my body as you collapse. You press your
face against mine and I am not surprised to feel wetness there,
although I could not say if they are your tears or mine that
are dampening our skin. Perhaps both. I think it is not a
strange reaction to nearly being consumed in flames.
I can only pray to gods that I am unsure exist that we will not
be burned in worse ways by this encounter and only time will
tell. Time and perhaps the Council.
I banish those thoughts from my mind, savoring instead the
moment, the heavy warmth of bliss that surrounds us. I trail a
hand over the silky skin of your back, soothing the last
tremors away. As you drift into exhausted sleep I use a touch
of the Force to I cover us both with our cloaks, forming a
cocoon from the chill of the night and uncertainty of the
future.
-finis-
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