Fates - Fever

by Raina

Archive: yes please, M_A; nuttersinc (elsewhere please ask for distribution)

Paring: Q/O

Category: PWP, AU, Romance

Rating: Nc-17

Disclaimer: We don't own Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi. However, Partner in Crime and I share custody of Padawans Quiggs and Ben. Seda was concieved in Leandra's brain, but I'm allowed to play with her.

Feedback: Oh, yes, please! Always a treat!

Summary: Quiggs and Ben have a nice evening out.

Warning: None whatsoever.

Spoilers: None, not even for the Fates-universe.

Notes: Dedicated to the coolest café in Scotland and the town of Inverness. (Side note: I wrote PWP! My first real PWP! *beam*)

Series: Yes, Fates. Takes place anywhere between "Fates-Catastrophe" and "Fates-Lachesis". It's sort of a stand-alone, though, so it's not really necessary to read the whole series to understand it. That doesn't mean you're not supposed to read the whole series, though ;-))

Fates timeline can be found here: www.angelfire.com/theforce/nuttersinc/fates_timeline.html

Thank you's: To Lea as always for being a great Partner in Crime and my wailing wall for all problems, and for Temve for the excellent beta as usual.

"Obi-Wan, will you come out there already?"

Qui-Gon paced the living area of Mater Yoda's quarters. Fortunately, the Jedi Master was in a Council meeting right now, which saved Qui- Gon from pretending to be anything else than an impatient boyfriend waiting for his far too vain lover.

"I'm sure you're pretty enough already," he called in the direction of the Padawan's room. "Seda's waiting for us."

Obi-Wan stuck his head out of the door, "Seda? You invited Seda to come along?" His tone was less than enthusiastic.

Qui-Gon frowned. "Yes, I did."

When he saw his lover's features darken considerably, his frown deepened. "What? You like Seda, don't you?"

Obi-Wan stared at him levelly. "I adore Seda. That's not the point. This was supposed to be...," he trailed off. Then he made a dismissive gesture and shrugged. "Oh, what the Sith. It'll be all right."

Qui-Gon wasn't placated. "This was supposed to be what?"

Obi-Wan only grinned and his head vanished back into his room.

Qui-Gon scowled. "Ben! This was supposed to be what?"

The tawny head reappeared. "Patience, Padawan. You'll find out soon enough." A glittering grin, and the head disappeared again.

Qui-Gon gritted his teeth and started to pace again. He started to mutter under his breath, "I swear he's going to drive me crazy one of these days. Stark raving...," he trailed off when Obi-Wan emerged from his room. He was clad in the tight green suede pants Qui-Gon loved to see on him, combined with a black shirt, open to reveal a sleeveless satiny black top that was moulded to his torso. "...mad," he whispered, finishing his sentence and getting his jaw up from where it had dropped.

He forgot completely what it was he was supposed to be mad about as his higher brain functions sizzled out at the sight of his lover's body clad in what one could only term a 'do me' outfit. With difficulty he drew his eyes away from Obi-Wan's body to his face and discovered that his lover's eyes were very subtly rimmed with kohl, which had the effect of making him look even more devourable than the outfit alone. Obi-Wan grinned smugly. Being able to reduce Qui-Gon to speechlessness without even lifting a finger was obviously a source of pride for him.

Qui-Gon shook himself out of the lust-induced haze he had sunken into and reined in the desire to just sling Obi-Wan over his shoulders, carry him back to his room, undress him with his teeth and go from there.

Unfortunately, he wasn't shielding very well so Obi-Wan got the drift of his thoughts and grinned even more widely. Qui-Gon growled at him, "You're not that cute, Kenobi!"

Obi-Wan didn't seem affected by that growl or his lover's frown at all. "You said something else last night, Quiggs."

Qui-Gon grumbled, "I wasn't quite coherent then. You shouldn't hold against me what I say in bed."

Obi-Wan smiled and took a step closer. "Well, if you don't mind my saying so, you don't seem very brilliant now."

Qui-Gon decided to end this teasing now, and used the only sure-fire way to shut up Obi-Wan Kenobi. He grabbed him around the waist with one arm, settled the other in the Padawan's spiky hair and pulled him close.

"Shut up, Ben," he said and devoted his full attention to kissing his lover breathless. When he released Obi-Wan again, the Padawan was in a much more mellow mood.

"Sorry about inviting Seda. But I didn't know that you're planning something special. You just said 'Let's go out'," he said softly, still holding Ben close, their lips almost touching.

Obi-Wan drew back slightly. "Yes, but I said it in an insinuating way."

Qui-Gon frowned. "You always have this tone of voice when you want sex, and if I remember the situation correctly, you really wanted sex when you told me."

Obi-Wan chuckled. "Well, I didn't hear you complaining."

Qui-Gon joined into his lover's chuckle with his own. "I didn't say it was a bad thing." They kissed again, just a tender brush of lips this time.

Obi-Wan drew back first and took his lover's hand to pull him along, "Come on now, let's not keep Seda waiting."

Qui-Gon let himself be dragged along, thoroughly enjoying the view in front of him. "I think we really should leave now or else we won't go anywhere tonight." Obi-Wan turned and gave him a wink.

Qui-Gon smiled at him. "You do look splendid, Ben," he said softly.

Ben blushed slightly and gave him a genuinely pleased smile. "Thanks. You're not so bad yourself."

Qui-Gon dismissed his own appearance with a wave of his hand. He knew he looked nice in his black leather pants and dark blue top, Obi-Wan had told him so on several occasions, going into excruciating detail about how the blue shirt made his eyes sparkle and how the pants made his legs seem impossibly long. But no matter how often he heard Ben tell him, he could not see himself as beautiful, at least not in the way Ben was, all grace and pale skin over sculpted muscle.

He swallowed soundly and once again repressed the impulse to drag Obi- Wan back to his quarters and ravish him. His lover obviously had other plans for the evening and he was curious to know what they entailed. A spark of anticipation settled in his stomach as he followed his delectable boyfriend out of the door.

They met up with Seda, who looked unusually gloomy. Obi-Wan greeted her and put an arm around her shoulders as he led the way out of the Temple.

What's wrong with her? he sent to Quiggs.

His lover gave a mental sigh. She's depressed. That's why I asked her if she wanted to come along.

Obi-Wan tightened his arm around Seda's shoulder in a tight squeeze. "Now come on, dear. No more gloomy faces tonight. We're going to amuse ourselves."

Seda smiled slightly. "Where are we going anyway?"

"Chilli Palmers," Obi-Wan answered with a neutral expression.

Seda froze in her tracks and turned to Qui-Gon, who was walking on the other side of Obi-Wan. "You invited me along to Chilli Palmers? With the two of you? Oh, Force!" She rolled her eyes in frustration.

Obi-Wan chuckled at Qui-Gon's bewildered expression. "He didn't know where we are going, and even if I'd told him, I'm pretty sure it wouldn't have meant a thing to him."

Quiggs nodded. "Indeed it doesn't. Anything special about this place I should know about?"

Seda gave Obi-Wan a conspiratorial wink. "You'll see when we get there."

Qui-Gon did see, indeed. Chilli Palmers was an establishment the likes of which he had never seen in his - admittedly limited - experience of Coruscant's nightlife. It was in the lower levels of the city, yet it wasn't the seedy, dirty, beyond good and evil place one would expect in these surroundings. It was clear that one moved on the underbelly of society, still the bar had a certain amount of class.

It had a stage and musicians who played live music, for one. They had strange, stringy instruments and they played somewhat arrhythmic but nice music. The lights were dim, not dark but rather creating an atmosphere of intimacy. From what Qui-Gon could see of the staff and customers, they seemed to be a vast variety of species and social class.

His eyes fell on a table in the back and he started. "Ben, isn't that the Senator from Malastare?" Obi-Wan threw a casual glance in the direction Qui-Gon had indicated, where the politician seemed to be in low and very physically active conversation with a scantily clad female Twi'lek, who was obviously a pleasure girl.

"Oh, yes, that's the Senator. Come on, our table is ready." Obi-Wan dismissed the Senator and followed the Phindian waiter to their table. Qui-Gon followed, still gaping at the Senator.

Seda slipped her arm into Qui-Gon's and said in a low voice, "Don't look, Qui-Gon. Primary rule at Chilli Palmers: Whatever you do in here is your business alone. Discretion is the key word here. That's why we like to come here. Because nobody cares if you're Jedi in here. The only thing they care about is that you respect the Code of 'Don't ask, don't tell'."

Qui-Gon frowned. "So politicians bring their mistresses here and Jedi Padawans their lovers?"

Seda smiled. "Something like that."

Qui-Gon was silent after that, mulling over what Seda had just told him. He knew he shouldn't be so prudish, but somehow the concept of this place, a bar where one could indulge one's immoral and often- criminal pursuits far from the light of society's eye didn't particularly appeal to him.

They sat down at a table near the stage and Obi-Wan smiled contentedly. "Now what do we want to drink?"

Qui-Gon frowned. "Why exactly are we here?"

He looked into a pair of sparkling eyes. "No, no. That's a surprise."

But Qui-Gon wasn't so easily placated. "And for this surprise it was necessary to drag me into this moral waste dump of Coruscant?"

The laughter vanished from Obi-Wan's eyes when he understood that Qui- Gon was serious. What is it?

Qui-Gon sighed. Why are we here, of all places?

Obi-Wan smiled, a bit sadly. "We're here because I like to do this." He took Qui-Gon's hand and interlaced their fingers.

"And this." He leaned over and kissed Qui-Gon softly, tenderly.

He gestured around the room with his free hand. "And here, nobody cares. No watchful eyes on us, here we're not the dutiful Jedi Padawans, here we're just two lovers minding their own business." Qui-Gon drew Ben closer and kissed him, revelling in the opportunity to do so in public, without having to be afraid of anyone seeing them, without Jedi restraint hanging over them. He drew back and smiled. "I see your point."

Ben ran his hand through Qui-Gon's hair. "Good."

Their lips touched again, but before the kiss could deepen, a cough made them aware of another presence at their table.

Seda gave them both dirty looks. "Do you mind? I didn't come here to watch you two get it on."

Obi-Wan raised an elegant eyebrow. "Well, Seda, in that case might I suggest you look for company of your own?"

She shook her head. "I don't want company. I want to sit here and sulk because you two are happy. I want to wallow in self-pity. I want appetisers!"

With a hearty nod, she snatched the menu Obi-Wan offered from his hands and began to study it intently.

With Seda thus distracted, Qui-Gon pulled Obi-Wan to him until the other Padawan straddled his lap. He began to nip on Obi-Wan's lower lip and whispered in between caresses, "I see now why you like this bar." Ben chuckled and captured Qui-Gon's mouth in a hungry kiss.

"Oh, they have fried cheese fingers! And grilled Galean Chicken Wings. And even some mynock satay! "

Qui-Gon drew back and rested his forehead on Ben's shoulder. "Seda, why don't you write a manual? 'In just ten cycles I'll make you a perfect mood-breaker'?" Ben's tone was as dry as Tatooine desert sand.

Seda snickered. "Good to hear I haven't lost it."

Qui-Gon sighed. He could see now why Ben had been less than enthusiastic about Seda accompanying them and he started to agree that it hadn't earned a place among his more brilliant ideas.

It was a luxury, Qui-Gon thought, to be able to just sit there casually, holding Obi-Wan's hand, or reach across and place a hand on his thigh, or steal a kiss without fear of discovery or judgement.

Nobody cared. He could just pull Ben into his arms and kiss him in full view of the public and no one gave a Sith. Nobody but Seda, that was. After a few minutes of sulky looks and grumbling both Ben and Qui-Gon restrained themselves from displaying their relationship too openly, for sulky Seda was a force to be reckoned with and neither wanted to upset the girl further. They ordered a variety of appetisers and drinks from their Phindian waiter, who assured them that ordering Phelian Liquid Fire shots was an exceedingly bad idea for it involved setting the customer on fire. Not so, he lied. Qui-Gon believed him though when he read how these shots were supposed to be consumed. If he and Ben partook of this beverage, he was sure he'd spontaneously combust on the spot.

The three Padawans joked and talked about nothing in particular for a while, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere and music the bar had to offer. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan held hands casually and occasionally touched more intimately, but refrained from a more open show of affection for Seda's sake.

Although when the appetisers arrived, Qui-Gon's control was severely tested as Obi-Wan picked up a cheese stick, dipped it into the sauce served with them, put it into his mouth and took a bite. Qui-Gon's mouth watered, but not from a desire to taste the food. The sauce stuck to Ben's fingers and dripped down the corner of his mouth, and when Ben licked his fingers clean of the sauce, Qui-Gon groaned.

Ben looked up and met Qui-Gon's eyes. Smoky grey locking on to darkest blue eyes and holding them. Not breaking eye contact, Qui-Gon reached out and used his thumb to clean the sauce off Obi-Wan's face.

Obi-Wan caught his wrist when Qui-Gon wanted to withdraw his hand from Obi-Wan's face. Eyes never leaving Qui-Gon's, he slowly guided Qui-Gon's thumb to his mouth, licking off the sauce Qui-Gon had just removed from his face.

Qui-Gon pulled his gaze from his lover's eyes to Ben's mouth closed around his thumb, watching with a dry mouth and complete fascination as a pink tongue darted out, circling the tip of his thumb, licking away the last – imaginary – drops of sauce.

Never taking his eyes off Ben's mouth, he moved closer, running his thumb over his lover's lips. He moved even closer until their lips almost touched and he could feel Ben's breath on his face. Ben inched their lips closer together..

"Excuse me, could you cut the foreplay out?" Seda's voice was like a dash of cold water to Qui-Gon's face, and he flinched away from Ben automatically.

But a hand to his neck stopped him from moving away more than a few inches.

"Just ignore her," a soft voice murmured into his mouth, and he parted his lips to take in his lover's tongue that darted out to taste him.

He tried to enjoy the kiss, the warmth of his lover's mouth, Ben's hands in his hair, but he just couldn't ignore Seda's open and unabashed stare.

Reluctantly, he broke the kiss and looked at her. "Do you mind? We're trying to make out here."

Seda glared at him darkly. "I can see that. It's not very polite, is it?"

Obi-Wan turned Qui-Gon's head towards him again. "Who cares?" and started to kiss him again.

Qui-Gon gently pushed his lover away. "I can't. Not while she's watching. Even you can't make me forget myself so completely in public." Even though you drive me to distraction in private.

Obi-Wan's eyebrows lifted and his eyes sparkled. "Is that a challenge?"

Qui-Gon smiled. "If you want to make it one." I'm sure I'll enjoy your efforts.

The smile Obi-Wan broke into was incredibly indecent and the look in his eyes suddenly reminded Qui-Gon of the night they'd first met. This was Obi-Wan the hunter, the cocky, sexy, self-confident bastard Qui-Gon had wanted desperately for a long time.

Suddenly he was very sure that Obi-Wan would rise to the challenge of driving him to oblivion of their surroundings with his usual style. Obi-Wan Kenobi was very good at almost everything he was enthusiastic about, and Qui-Gon counted his blessings that making Qui-Gon squirm was a top three item on Obi-Wan's rather short 'enthusiastic' list. Right below making him beg.

Qui-Gon swallowed soundly and reached out to take Obi-Wan's hand in his, but his lover drew back and even stood up from the table. When Qui-Gon started to protest, Ben leaned down, kissed him softly and murmured against his lips, "Wait here. I'll be back."

With a sharp twist of his insides in mingled anticipation and regret, he watched his lover leave and draw aside a waiter.

It was in moments like this that he regretted it the most that he couldn't read his lover's mind. Their lovers' bond wasn't strong enough for that. It was more like a training bond, not the much deeper connection Qui-Gon had only read about in Jedi romance literature. He chuckled. Qui-Gon Jinn read Jedi romance novels. Ben would love that.

"Great. Ignore me," Seda grumbled.

He turned to her. "I'm sorry, dear. It's just..."

She held up her hand. "I know."

Qui-Gon pulled his chair up next to her and draped his arm around her shoulder. "What's bothering you?"

She shrugged. "It's not important."

Qui-Gon sighed, "Oh, come on, I'd like to kn..." he trailed off when a low bass beat started up on the stage, a spot went on and sensuous red light revealed Ben standing on the stage in front of an old- fashioned vocaliser.

Qui-Gon's mouth dropped open. Smoky eyes locked with his and held. An elegant hand moved to rosy lips and ran a finger over them. The other hand grabbed the vocaliser and brought it to that tantalising mouth.

A husky, mellow voice filled the bar and all conversation stilled.

"Never knew how much I loved you,
Never knew how much I cared.
When you put your arms around me,
I get a feeling that's so hard to bear.
You give me fever..."

Obi-Wan's free hand travelled down his chest suggestively, his eyes boring into Qui-Gon's. All around them, people started to whistle, but Qui-Gon didn't even hear them. His world had narrowed to burning eyes, a sensuous voice and a hand moving over a body he longed to touch right now.

"When you kiss me..."

Fingers brushed lips.

"Fever when you hold me tight.
Fever in the morning,
Fever all through the night."

Elegant fingers joined the other hand at the vocaliser, running up and down its length in silent promise, before running through short, sweaty, very red-looking hair. Qui-Gon's own fingers could almost feel the silky touch of his lover's hair against his palms, so much did he ache to replace this wandering hand with his own.

"Everybody's got the fever,
That is something you won't know."

The back shirt was shrugged off one perfect shoulder, revealing just a bit of collarbone under creamy skin.

"Fever isn't such a new thing,
Fever started long, long ago."

The other shoulder was revealed by another one of these casual shrugs. The shirt glided down strong lithe arms and was tossed into the audience, directly at Qui-Gon, who caught it without taking his eyes off Obi-Wan for one split second. The smoky eyes still burned into his and left absolutely no doubt that this performance was meant for him alone.

"Sun lights up the daytime, moon lights up the night.
I light up when you call my name,
'Cause you know I'm gonna treat you right."

Suede-clad hips moved in a tantalising little circle, and Qui-Gon's brain went into overload. He could only stare and wish. Wish he could just go up that stage and press his lover against the next wall, feeling this supremely tempting body trapped underneath him, writhing with pleasure, completely at his disposal, to touch everywhere, with hands, lips, slowly, lingering, kissing every single inch of exposed skin, ripping clothes off still clad limbs, making his lover squirm and beg for more, now.

"You give me fever, when you kiss me
Fever if you live you learn.
Fever, till you sizzle,
What a lovely way to burn...
What a lovely way to burn...."

The smoky voice trailed off and Qui-Gon didn't move, couldn't have even had he tried. His brain had eroded to a hot mass of liquid fire and was presently pooling in his groin, making his tight pants very uncomfortable.

But Qui-Gon wasn't aware of any discomfort, in fact he was aware of nothing except a pair of eyes still locked on to his, an inviting smile and the fact that it was indeed very hot here. Wherever here was.

"So do you still mind this bar?" It took him a while to identify the speaker as Seda, and even then he didn't take his eyes off Ben.

"Bar? What bar?"

Seda grinned and gestured towards Obi-Wan, who by now was surrounded by people who were all propositioning him with varying degrees of persistence. "You know, I think right now there isn't a molecule in this bar that doesn't want to sleep with him."

Qui-Gon groaned deep in his throat, a purely instinctive sound. Seda was right, of course. He could almost smell it in the air, he could see it in the men and women crowding Obi-Wan, and he knew that Ben knew too. He could see it in the slightly smug expression in his lover's face, and right now he wanted nothing more than to go over there and wipe the smugness off.

When one of Ben's 'fans' became a little bit too tactile for Qui- Gon's liking, he couldn't contain himself any longer. What a dismissive 'Good night' grunted at Seda, Qui-Gon got up and stalked over to his lover.

The crowd parted for him when they saw his stormy expression. He reached Obi-Wan, grabbed him around the waist and practically dragged him out of that bar.

As soon as they were outside, he practically threw Obi-Wan against the wall and started to devour that sweet mouth, allowing his hands to roam freely over his lover's body, claiming what was his alone.

When his body reminded him that oxygen was good, he drew back and looked at Obi-Wan's flushed appearance, his messed-up hair, swollen lips and smoky eyes. He growled.

Obi-Wan smiled slowly, seductively. "Why hello, lover."

That voice, that tone between a purr and a growl drove Qui-Gon to distraction. He once again took Obi-Wan's mouth in a devouring kiss, wanting to swallow his lover whole, take everything of him into himself just through this one point of contact. Hot. Sweet. His. "Mine," he growled against Ben's lips.

Ben drew back to catch his eyes and whispered, "Completely."

It was too much. He couldn't breathe through that look in Ben's eyes, he needed to calm this down a bit. Qui-Gon held Ben close, burying his head in his lover's shoulder.

Obi-Wan wrapped his arms and legs around Qui-Gon's, still trapped against the wall, buried his hands in the taller Padawan's hair and whispered, "Quarters?"

Qui-Gon nodded. "Definitely."

Galvanised into motion, he dragged Obi-Wan along behind him and whistled for an air cab.

Chilli Palmers wasn't far away from the Temple, so within ten minutes they were on the way to the empty quarters they had begun to use as their secret hideaway. The room didn't have much, but it had what they needed. A bed, mainly.

Their frantic arousal had mellowed to warmer, more tender emotions, so when they reached their secret hideaway, Qui-Gon just pulled Ben inside, taking his lover's lips in a long kiss after shutting the door.

Obi-Wan drew back, laid his cheek against Qui-Gon's and breathed into his lover's ear, singing softly, "Never knew how much I loved you, never knew how much I cared."

It was too much for Qui-Gon. That voice, the words, his lover's body warm in his arms, the memory of elegant hands dragging a path along a seductively clad body Qui-Gon had ached to bury himself deeply inside...

He practically threw Obi-Wan on the bed, straddled him and began to kiss the breath from him, while using the Force to almost tear their clothes off until there was nothing between them but air, and even that was too much.

Qui-Gon wanted skin on skin, and he got it when Obi-Wan squirmed beneath him, settling their groins together. Plastered together from thigh to shoulder, Obi-Wan's body felt wonderfully hot against his own, every inch of skin against his a burst of prickling, hot sensation.

Obi-Wan's hips made small circular movements, rubbing their erections together in a maddening rhythm. The friction and the sensation of his lover moving against him like this shredded the last of Qui-Gon's control. With a groan, he took Obi-Wan's mouth in a searing kiss while his hands started to fondle his lover's backside. Obi-Wan drew back with a smile and spread his thighs in wordless invitation.

The grin and the gesture were all the encouragement Qui-Gon needed. He settled between Obi-Wan's thighs and with the aid of the Force slowly slid inside his lover's body.

"Mine," Qui-Gon panted, overwhelmed.

"Yes!" Ben hissed his answer.

Locking eyes with Obi-Wan, he began to thrust deep inside his lover's body. Obi-Wan's legs clenched around his hips, driving him deeper, hands settled in his hair, his lover's tight heat swallowed him whole as Obi-Wan pulled him down for a long, hot kiss.

Qui-Gon wrapped his hand around Obi-Wan's straining erection and moved in rhythm with his hips. The silence in the room was only broken by the sounds of their lovemaking, flesh against flesh, breath on skin, hot, intense, all his.

He locked eyes with Obi-Wan once again, and the expression of utter happiness on the Padawan's face was the last straw that pushed him over the edge. He climaxed violently inside Ben and felt his lover join him only moments later.

Exhausted, he withdrew from Ben's body and settled down on his side, spooning Ben in his arms, the other Padawan's back to his chest. "I love you, Ben," he whispered.

He could feel more than see Ben's smile. "I know. I love you too, Quiggs."

Qui-Gon smiled and buried his nose in his lover's hair.

"So I take it you liked my little... performance?" Ben asked softly, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"If I had liked it any more, you wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow." Qui-Gon murmured into Ben's ear.

A chuckle, then a question, in a low purr, "Is that a challenge?"

Qui-Gon's insides contracted. He swallowed. "Let's just say I'm sure I'd enjoy your efforts."

Obi-Wan turned around and grinned. "If this evening is any indication, so will I."

Qui-Gon decided to shut them both up by covering his lover's mouth with his. If tonight was any indication, Obi-Wan's next seduction scenarios might as well be the death of him.

Ah, well, it was the perfect way to die.

End

(Series will be continued)