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Fates-The Seduction of Padawan Jinn

by Leandra

Disclaimer: The fiend in flannel owns Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn. Ben and Quiggs, Seda and Dun, and of course Squicky belong to Raina and me.

Category: Q/O, AU, First Time

Rating: NC-17

Archive: yes please, m_a, nutters inc (nowhere else)

Feedback: nuttersincorporated@hotmail.com

Note: This story is part of a series. To understand it you might want to read (in the following order:)

Fates Clotho
Fates - A Fading State of Innocence
Fates - A Loss of Innocence
Fates - How Squicky Can It Get?
Fates - The Seduction of Padawan Jinn

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

Summary: The title is programme.

Thanks to: Tem-ve, my beta reader and Raina, for plotting out the sex scene with me.

Dedicated: to my lovely muses. Have fun!

"No... noo... Obi-Wan! Noooooooo!"

Obi-Wan surged upright in his bed, awakened by the desperate screams coming from beside him. Qui-Gon was tossing and turning, kicking and flailing his arms and legs, caught in one of his nightmares, the skin on his bare chest shining with perspiration.

"Don't..." Qui-Gon whimpered, and a kicking elbow made contact with Obi-Wan's ribs. Obi-Wan winced and turned to his bed partner who was trashing his head from side to side, his youthful face a mask of despair and fear.

"Quiggs...," Obi-Wan whispered and reached out for him, touching his arm softly. "Quiggs. it's all right. Wake up, you have a nightmare."

He received another kick to his legs, then suddenly Qui-Gon sat up, immediately awake. He blinked in confusion, his body still trembling in the aftermath of the horrible dream he had just experienced. It took him some time to come back to reality, and he stared at Obi-Wan in confusion.

"Shhh...," Obi-Wan soothed him and reached out for him, drawing the other's body to his. Qui-Gon swallowed audibly and rested his head on Obi-Wan's shoulder, letting himself be calmed down by the hand that stroked his back gently. "It's all right, Quiggs. All right. I'm here."

A small moan, almost a sob escaped Qui-Gon and he closed his eyes, trying to prevent tears from falling. He had had the same dream for so long that waking up to it had almost become second nature to him.

"You dreamt about the Bazaar at Pleasure Ship Row...," Obi-Wan stated rather than asked, his voice low and calming, while he rubbed his boyfriend's back, feeling Qui-Gon relax a bit under his tender caresses.

"Yes... yes," Qui-Gon murmured, nodding into Obi-Wan's neck. "But only this time. this time, Obi-Wan." He couldn't continue the sentence as a fit of trembles grabbed his body again.

Obi-Wan slowly disentangled Qui-Gon's body from his own and held the other man at arm's length, studying his face intently.

"What was it this time, love?" he asked gently and raised his hand to wipe a sweaty strand of brown hair out of Qui-Gon's eyes.

It took Qui-Gon some time to answer his question. He was occupied with drawing in harsh gulps of air and reluctant to tell Obi-Wan what he had dreamt about.

"It was you," he finally whispered.

"Me?" Obi-Wan asked, confused, and studied Qui-Gon's face in the dim light.

Qui-Gon shook his head, a bitter smile spreading across his face. "No... no. Not like that," he calmed his boyfriend, "...it wasn't Master Bur who got killed. The stray bolt ."

"...was deflected by you." Obi-Wan interrupted him, grasping the cause of Qui-Gon's nightmare immediately.

"I'm here, Quiggs. I'm alive. Nothing happened to me. You deflected that laser bolt. It didn't hit me," he whispered, proving his words with little kisses to Qui-Gon's face, kissing his chin, his cheeks, his nose, his eyebrows.

Qui-Gon let out a shaky laugh. "I know. I know. I ... just. I saw it. In my dream. And it was so horrible. I can't stand the thought of losing you, " he confessed, reaching out for Obi-Wan and hugging him close.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel of Obi-Wan's warm body in his arms. This is real, he thought. He is here with me. This is real. Nonetheless his thoughts strayed back to this afternoon when he had deflected a laser bolt directed at Obi-Wan at the last possible moment. The mission had been a dreadful one, with long and hard negotiations between two sides caught up in a civil war. More than once had the negotiation chamber been assaulted by splinter groups, who tried to hold up the talks that would end that particular bloody and senseless battling. This afternoon, shortly after the two sides had agreed on a peace contract, with more or less huge losses on both sides, a group led by the Roonian freedom party overcame the heavily guarded foyer and entered the chamber, opening fire on the assembly. Master Windu, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had managed to prevent the worst, but still four high-ranking Roonian government officials were severely injured. One of them had not managed to survive until the healers had arrived, the three others were still in danger of submitting to their life-threatening injuries.

"I'm here, " Obi-Wan said again and pressed himself closer to Qui- Gon's body, who was almost crushing him in his embrace.

Finally, Qui-Gon nodded and broke away from Obi-Wan, staring down at his blanket in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," he said, blushing a bit.

Obi-Wan gave him a small affectionate smile. "Nothing to be sorry about, love. Now lie down again and try to sleep." He pulled the other Padawan down with him and cradled him in his arms, hugging his broad chest from behind and snuggling up to him.

"I can't sleep. Not after what I saw. I can't get rid of these images...," Qui-Gon whispered, pressing himself back into the other Padawan's frame.

A wet kiss was planted on his neck, right under the spot where his Padawan braid started. "Oh yes, you will be able to sleep," Obi-Wan tried to convince him.

Qui-Gon shook his head in wordless denial and Obi-Wan suppressed a smile of affection. The other Padawan might be intimidating with his 6'2" of solid body, but sometimes he was so vulnerable that it almost broke his heart.

He freed himself and turned Qui-Gon around to face him. "I have the perfect recipe for insomniac Padawans and I'm eager to play the healer. Coming to think of it, I have always been good at role- playing." he said, using a light tone that indicated that he was teasing Qui-Gon. Qui-Gon's face lit up in a small smile and he snorted with mirth. The sound of Qui-Gon's obvious amusement made Obi-Wan's heart ache even more. He reached up and traced the contours of Qui-Gon's face softly with his fingers, his fingertips scratching over the faint stubble on Qui-Gon's cheeks. He continued his fingers' journey to Qui- Gon's mouth and rested them lightly against the man's lips, smiling hugely when they were snapped at by sharp teeth.

With a quick move he tossed the blanket that was wrapped around Qui- Gon's body aside and threw his right leg over Qui-Gon's hips, straddling him. Then he bent down to capture his mouth with his own. He didn't allow the kiss to get intense, but nibbled on Qui-Gon's lips softly, occasionally drawing his tongue over the bottom lip and biting lightly. Qui-Gon raised his arms to press Obi-Wan down on his chest, but he resisted and broke the kiss, staring into the other Padawan's eyes for a long time. Then he bent down again, but not to kiss Qui-Gon's mouth. Instead, he trailed his tongue down Qui-Gon's throat, following his pulse, softly sucking on a particular sweet spot, evoking small purring noises from his beloved.

Qui-Gon voiced his delight at Obi-Wan's ministrations and surrendered to the exquisite pleasure the teasing lips and tongue brought him. Obi-Wan was drawing a wet tail down his chest, then scraped his teeth lightly over an anticipating erect nipple. Qui-Gon hissed sharply and arched his spine, pressing his upper body upwards. He was rewarded with another bite, immediately soothed by a swirling tongue. Too soon, Obi-Wan left the spot and trailed further down his body, kissing and licking the hard planes of his stomach, not stopping for long, but sliding down until he sucked softly on Qui-Gon's hipbone. Involuntary, Qui-Gon's hips bucked and his dazed mind made out a low giggle at his impatience from Obi-Wan.

"Patience, Padawan," Obi-Wan teased, snickering in a perfect imitation of his Master, something that would have brought Qui-Gon to laugh out loud if he hadn't been too aroused already. He didn't have to wait long until the teasing tongue slid closer to where he wanted it and he hissed at the contact of Obi-Wan's wet mouth closing over his twitching erection. He gripped the sheets with both hands, trying to steady and prevent himself from surging upwards and thrusting into the hot cavern that held him captive.

Obi-Wan ran his tongue along the underside of Qui-Gon's cock, applying firm pressure to the prominent vein there, drawing pleasure from the sound of Qui-Gon's moans. There was something so erotic and unbearably enticing about those noises, he thought, determined to evoke a lot more of those sounds out of his lover before this was over. He slid one hand between Qui-Gon's spread thighs and started to softly massage the heavy testicles with his thumb.

"Obi-Wan...," Qui-Gon growled warningly, then hissed again as sharp teeth scraped along his length. He was totally unprepared when Obi- Wan's hand left his testicles and slid lower between his legs, one of the fingers pressing firmly against his puckered opening. His hips jerked and before he could repeat the movement, he was held down. The combination of that teasing finger and the warm mouth that closed over his length was too much and he felt his arousal building towards its peak. He didn't want it to be over so soon, but he was so close and he wasn't sure if he was able to. The familiar twitching in his balls told him it was already too late and than he couldn't think anymore and he came, trashing his head violently from side to side.

When he came to his senses again, Obi-Wan was bent over him, grinning like a fool. "You look so beautiful when you come," he whispered, his voice husky. "And your taste." He licked his lips, and Qui-Gon would have growled at the erotic image if he hadn't been too exhausted at that particular moment, "...you taste like the sea breeze, fresh.earthy... salty."

Qui-Gon almost blushed, but then Obi-Wan leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. He parted his mouth and was rewarded with a share of his own taste, wondering a bit about Obi-Wan's statement on sea breezes, for he could not taste anything like it.

They parted again and Obi-Wan rested his head on Qui-Gon's chest, looking up at him with glazed eyes.

"How do you feel?"

"Mhhhmm...," Qui-Gon answered and opened his eyes lazily. "Relaxed. content." he confessed, his own raw voice sounding strange to him. "Sleepy...," he admitted after Obi-Wan cocked an eyebrow.

Obi-Wan smiled at him, then snuggled closer, burying his tawny head in Qui-Gon's armpit, inhaling the scent that lingered there. "You even smell good. like cinnamon," he said, blowing warm breath against the soft hair that grew under Qui-Gon's arms.

"You're crazy.." Qui-Gon chuckled.

Obi-Wan shook his head and looked up to capture Qui-Gon's eyes with his. "No. no. I'm in love."

Qui-Gon's heart did a double take and he stared at Obi-Wan in wonder. Had he just said that he loved him? An impish grin spread on Obi- Wan's face, and Qui-Gon just knew. He knew. He reached out and pulled Obi-Wan to him, kissing him fervently, winding his fingers into his short cropped hair.

After they broke their kiss, Obi-Wan regarded his content boyfriend with an extensive look out from under long fair lashes. "You're ready to go to sleep now?" he asked.

A feral grin crossed Qui-Gon's features and he shook his head as a reply, then tried to flip the other Padawan around. Obi-Wan, instantly guessing the other's intention, resisted him.

"Don't. please. That was. for you. That recipe was free," he said smiling. "I just want to lie here with you and see you fall asleep," he added.

Qui-Gon sighed, but nodded. "Your relaxation methods surely work," he yawned.

"See?" Obi-Wan asked and rested his head on Qui-Gon's shoulder, allowing Qui-Gon's left arm to reach around his waist and stroke his stomach softly. They both lay in silence for some time, Qui-Gon lazily drawing his fingers over Obi-Wan's velvety skin. Just before Obi-Wan slipped into welcome slumber, he heard Qui-Gon whisper almost inaudibly "I love you too.."

He murmured "I know... I know.." but he wasn't sure if the words actually passed his lips before he fell asleep wrapped in Qui-Gon's warmth.

The next evening a reception was held where the new elected prime minister of Roon officially greeted the newly-founded government. The official part of the reception turned into an unofficial party, and as the Roonians were a very musical people, the assembled crowd that had stayed beyond the official ending of the reception soon danced to the tunes of a Roonian folk band.

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were standing at the far end of a candle-lit hall, their arms and shoulders touching casually, the only touch they allowed themselves in public, watching the dancers on the dancefloor floating around, the pairs guiding each other across the floor with exquisite grace.

"She is still staring at you," Obi-Wan whispered and elbowed Qui- Gon's ribs to get his sole attention.

The taller Padawan tilted his head, followed Obi-Wan's line of sight with a squint and took in a petite brunette girl, who was gazing into their direction, smiling when he caught her eyes. Her pretty expressive face lit up like a thousand candles and a rosy blush tinted her cheeks ruby red.

"Nonsense," Qui-Gon murmured, despite the obvious attraction towards him radiating from the girl.

Obi-Wan raised himself on his tip-toes to lean closer towards Qui- Gon's ear and said softly: "She is interested."

Qui-Gon shook his head slowly, denying the obvious interest the girl had in him. He didn't feel particularly comfortable with the notion that a girl might show any curiosity for him. "She is not. And stop blowing your warm breath into my ear. It makes me... uneasy."

Obi-Wan only snickered and elbowed his boyfriend again, this time a bit more forcefully. "She IS interested," he insisted amusedly, "she is coming towards us." Qui-Gon hesitated to protest and instead looked in the general direction of the girl to see if Obi-Wan wasn't teasing him. The girl was approaching them steadily.

"Oh no!" he groaned and exchanged a look with Obi-Wan who was grinning wickedly.

"You think this is funny, right?" he asked, but got no answer. The girl had reached them and stopped in front of him, looking up at him a bit shyly. He offered her an encouraging smile, even if he wanted to strangle his boyfriend in the same moment for grinning so foolishly and generally behaving like an idiot.

"Padawan Jinn," she addressed him in a soft warm voice, "would you give me the pleasure of this dance?"

Obi-Wan stifled his laughter with the back of his hand and coughed, earning him a dirty look from Qui-Gon.

Qui-Gon took a step forward and bowed politely, disregarding his snickering boyfriend completely. "I would love to."

Her smile broadened and she showed a row of perfectly white teeth. He let himself be taken by the hand and dragged towards the dancefloor. As soon as they found a free area, she snuck her arms around him, leading him into a slow dance. Her closeness was intimate and Qui-Gon felt lanky. For once he felt that his tallness was more a hindrance than an advantage. He carefully placed his large hands on her back and avoided stepping on her toes with his feet. Her small petite body felt strange against his and her female softness was so completely different from Obi-Wan's lithe but muscular body. He shook off the uncomfortable feeling that threatened to take hold of him and concentrated instead on the dancing steps. Soon he felt himself relaxing, and when he started to be more secure about the steps, he guided her across the dancefloor skilfully.

Obi-Wan meanwhile experienced a whole new emotion. With squinting eyes he watched his boyfriend in the arms of the girl, watched how her small hand rested on Qui-Gon's shoulder and how she finally sighed and laid her head against his chest. He frowned. A feeling like nothing he had ever experienced before overtook him and he needed some time to recognise it for what it was: Jealousy. Ridiculous, he thought. Me? Jealous? Of a girl?

He didn't fear that Qui-Gon would leave him for someone else, he trusted the other man immensely and knew Qui-Gon would never so easily replace him with another. Qui-Gon wasn't someone to gift a being with his love so foolishly, and he could be very glad that he was the lucky man who had been gifted with Qui-Gon's affection. He was experiencing jealousy because out there on the dancefloor was everything he wished for, everything he wanted and he craved to walk out there and take over, take Qui-Gon in his arms in front of this assembly and dance with him.

But he couldn't.

A hand was laid on his right shoulder and a familiar voice belonging to Master Windu said, "Ahhh... cute."

Without really acknowledging the Master's presence and more to himself than to anybody, he whispered, "Very cute," before realising that Windu was not very likely referring to the same thing as he. While Obi-Wan had meant his boyfriend, Master Windu had spoken of the girl, or probably the two of them together.

He blushed furiously and cursed his slip of concentration. He swallowed soundly and tried to regain control of his features, then he turned to Master Windu. The man was smiling at him serenely and squeezed his shoulder briefly.

"You will get your chance to dance, young Padawan," he said warmly, misreading Obi-Wan's embarrassment for jealously of Qui-Gon's luck with the girl.

Obi-Wan straightened his body and smiled back, then returned his attention to the pair on the dancefloor. " I hope so," he replied, fully meaning it.

Qui-Gon released a loud, contented sigh when they returned to their quarters. He shrugged off his heavy robe, letting it drop to the floor where he stood. "Ah... I'm so glad Master Windu rescued me from another dance with her. If I had had to dance one more dance with her, I swear I would have had difficulties withstanding a proposal."

He snickered to himself and stretched his long body luxuriously, then turned around on his heel to look at his boyfriend who had not said a word since they had left the reception hall.

"Obi-Wan?" he asked and gazed at the other Padawan, who had closed the door behind him and was leaning with his back against the dark wood, watching him intently.

Obi-Wan didn't say a word and Qui-Gon, sensing something amiss, took a step towards him, but stopped when he saw a spark coming to life in Obi-Wan's eyes. If the other Padawan hadn't looked so calm, he would have assumed he was about to explode with suppressed anger.

"What is it?" he asked cautiously.

Obi-Wan didn't immediately answer, but studied his face with calm contemplation. Finally he said, his voice both husky and raw, "You are mine. And I want everybody to know you are mine. I wish I could bind you to me forever, and I couldn't stand seeing you with someone else. I'm not going to give you up so easily, Quiggs."

Qui-Gon almost laughed at the serious expression in Obi-Wan's eyes, but he decided to stay serene, for his boyfriend looked like he really meant it.

"You are jealous?" he asked incredulously. "Of the girl? Oh come on Obi-Wan, you really should know better than that."

Obi-Wan smiled for the first time since they had returned to their quarters. "I'm very possessive, yes. But I'm more jealous of the fact that she could hold you in public, something I'm not allowed to do, not allowed to show. I would have loved to dance with you," he admitted.

"So would I," Qui-Gon said softly and took another step towards Obi- Wan, then held out both arms and said, indicating for Obi-Wan to come closer," Come here."

Obi-Wan stepped forward into the open arms and let himself be pulled into the embrace he had longed for the whole evening. He dug his nose into Qui-Gon's shoulder, breathing in the musky scent that lingered in the fabrics of Qui-Gon's tunics. Qui-Gon hugged him, resting his chin on top of the other Padawan's head, nuzzling Obi-Wan's crown with his mouth, softly kissing his forehead.

"Do you want to dance with me, Quiggs?" Obi-Wan suddenly said softly and pulled back, looking at Qui-Gon with huge green eyes.

"Y... Yes. I would have preferred to hold you, you know that, right?"

Obi-Wan nodded, smiling sheepishly. "But we can't... In public...." he said softly, almost inaudibly.

"No," Qui-Gon confirmed, "but we can here, in private. Just you and me." Obi-Wan nodded and started to take another step towards Qui-Gon, slowly directing him into the middle of the room, where some space was left vacant between the two beds.

"We have no music to dance to," Qui-Gon observed when Obi-Wan laid his arms around him and fit his body close to his own frame.

"Let me take care of this," Obi-Wan whispered, bringing his mouth to Qui-Gon's ear. When he started humming a melodious tune, Qui-Gon had to bite his tongue so as not to laugh out loud. Obi-Wan Kenobi was certainly inventive.

He pulled his lover closer and revelled in the feel of this body against his. The rightness of feeling Obi-Wan's frame against his was overwhelming. This felt right. This was as it was supposed to be.

They moved slowly, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies. Obi- Wan's smaller frame fit perfectly against Qui-Gon's body and he slid his long legs in between Obi-Wan's thighs, bringing their bodies closer together. The friction where their bodies met started to build up slowly until the warmth was replaced by delicate heat. A small whimper escaped Qui-Gon when he felt a responding twitch against his own growing hardness. Obi-Wan was now moving sensually against him, rubbing his groin in slow, shifting motions against his own, and his building arousal was making him dizzy. He pushed against Obi-Wan, rolling his hips so that his lover could feel his excitement, appreciating the fact that Obi-Wan suddenly had trouble keeping his humming up, evident from the panting intakes of breath that interrupted his tune.

"Ahhh..."

The needy sound coming from Obi-Wan encouraged him to repeat the motion that had produced it and he trailed his hands down Obi-Wan's spine, grasping his buttocks to pull his hips forward. He was rewarded with another groan from luscious lips and Obi-Wan's head lolled back, eyes closed, exposing his throat.

Obi-Wan moulded into his touch, keening anew when Qui-Gon shifted his legs, pushing one of them up a little so it rubbed against his testicles. He was grinding his hips into Qui-Gon's and reached up to grasp the taller man's shoulders to steady himself. His mouth was taken into a feverish, hasty kiss and he responded by sliding his tongue against Qui-Gon's lips, demanding entry. The frantic kiss suddenly turned slow, almost hesitant, and then Qui-Gon was drawing back and Obi-Wan opened his eyes almost reluctantly. The other Padawan was flushed, his dark blue eyes burning with desire and he licked his lips, making Obi-Wan moan at the lusty image.

"Qui...," he whispered and wanted to surge forward, to grasp the other one by the hair and pull him down to meet his lips again.

"We should take this to bed...," Qui-Gon whispered hoarsely.

Obi-Wan nodded his consent, not able to form a sentence of his own. All he knew was that he was aching, a bittersweet pain that started somewhere in his toes and ended in the tips of his hair. His whole body was on fire, flushed and excited by the slow and sensual movements. They tumbled down on one of the beds, legs still intertwined and Qui-Gon was momentarily breathless when Obi-Wan's weight crashed down on his chest.

Qui-Gon had no time to draw in much needed air when Obi-Wan's lips descended on his. His mouth was ravished thoroughly, little bites and nips to his bottom lip soothed by a probing tongue, and he opened his mouth to welcome his lover.

Warm hands slid over his face, holding him still, stroking his cheeks and his throat where his tunics exposed it. With practised ease, Obi- Wan slid further down his body and pulled his tunics open at the front, revealing smooth and pale skin. He started to nibble on Qui- Gon's pulse, in the process releasing Qui-Gon's mouth, who used the opportunity to draw in a long shuddering breath. Being suffocated by Obi-Wan's kisses was surely a nice way to die, but he would have preferred to live and experience more of his lover's caresses.

Qui-Gon wound his long fingers into Obi-Wan's hair, petting the unruly tawny locks with affection. His grip became more forceful when Obi-Wan latched on to one of his nipples, his sharp teeth scratching over the tender flesh. He decided that it was his turn now and with a push of his hips he flipped the other Padawan around, trapping him under him. Obi-Wan smiled up at him, his stormy eyes dark green with desire. Obi-Wan wound his fingers into his hair, pulling him down for a long sweet kiss. The kiss grew deeper and deeper, sweeping Qui-Gon away with love and desire and he thrust his tongue in stabbing motions into the willing mouth that yielded under his frantic kisses. He started to shift his hips again in urgent movements, driving his aching erection against Obi-Wan's groin, producing whimpers from his lover. Trembling fingers reached for his tunics and started to pull them off, tugging on the woollen fabric, fumbling with the buttons. He raised on his knees, firmly planted between Obi-Wan's spread legs and helped his lover with his own clothing, before he reached for the other's tunics, his fingers shaking with his own craving.

Their naked upper bodies connected and Obi-Wan hissed when hot flesh met equally hot flesh. The sensation was overwhelming and he wound his arms around Qui-Gon, skimming his hands across his back down his spine to grasp his buttocks and squeeze them, bringing their bodies closer together. Once again they changed positions, Obi-Wan rolling Qui-Gon over. He gazed down at his flushed lover, his braid trailing along Qui-Gon's chest, and scratched his fingernails over Qui-Gon's stomach. He stopped when his fingertips brushed the waistband of Qui- Gon's trousers, then dipped his fingers inside and set to work to pull the offending clothing down over Qui-Gon's hips and long legs. The hardness waiting there for him made his mouth water, but as soon as he wanted to tend to this new treat, he found himself being pushed away, his own pants almost ripped from his body with deft fingers.

A bubbling laugh escaped him, soon swallowed by another of those fervent kisses that made him lose track of time and place and circumstances. Kisses that didn't allow for anything else to exist beside them. He was dizzy with emotion when they stopped and he surged forward blindly to get more of what he had received. He didn't find the luscious lips he had expected and he opened his eyes in confusion.

Qui-Gon was kneeling before him, his dark blue eyes huge and serious.

"Wh...," he started, but was interrupted by a finger laid softly on his lips.

Qui-Gon grinned, then replaced his finger with a small kiss, which nonetheless he didn't allow to linger. He drew back again, studying the confused expression on Obi-Wan's heated face, and swallowed audibly.

"I want you to take me...," he finally said, proud that his voice sounded steady in the face of such a statement.

"What?" Obi-Wan asked, confused, not trusting his own ears.

"I ... want... you... to... take... me...," Qui-Gon accentuated each word with a small kiss to Obi-Wan's swollen lips.

The look on Obi-Wan's face was one of near shock.

"I thought we'd decided to take it slow," he said, confused, and raised his hand to let his fingers linger on Qui-Gon's cheek.

"I want you. Now. Please...," Qui-Gon said, swallowing loudly, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice needy and hoarse.

Obi-Wan tilted his head as in thought. "You sure?" he whispered, his lips quivering.

Qui-Gon nodded, words momentarily failing him. He was rewarded with a look of pure fondness, and then Obi-Wan's arms closed around him and he was drawn into another kiss.

Suddenly Obi-Wan drew back, looking at Qui-Gon worriedly. "You are tense," he observed warmly, "are you nervous?"

Qui-Gon blushed, but he nodded again. "Y... yes," he said hoarsely.

A finger was tenderly drawn across his lips and he received a shining smile. "You don't need to worry. I won't do anything you don't want. I will..." Suddenly Obi-Wan stopped in mid-sentence, as if he had just had an idea.

He gazed at his lover hotly, a look that caused a shiver to run down Qui-Gon's spine, and then let himself drop back into the cushions. He spread his legs invitingly and shot him another of those smouldering, half-veiled looks.

"Take me instead," Obi-Wan said, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue, his husky voice, his almost indecent smile, his vulnerable position and his actions a combination that shot a bolt of desire through Qui-Gon's body. Still, words of protest rose in his throat and he shook his head.

"No. No. I..."

"Come on, or neither of us will have sex tonight."

Qui-Gon almost laughed, but he was way too shaken to indulge in his amusement. Hesitantly he leaned forwards towards Obi-Wan's open arms and was immediately pulled into an embrace.

"Come on... please." Obi-Wan whispered into his left ear and trailed his tongue into the shell of Qui-Gon's ear, softly licking. "I'm very fond of that idea... of you taking me... filling me... fucking me..." he continued, his voice a faint hiss, his breath ghosting over Qui-Gon's ear.

A shudder went through Qui-Gon's body and he felt a sympathetic spark of excitement in the taut body under him. Even if a part of his brain said that he should be the one taken, his arousal was too far progressed for him to make any objections.

"What... should I do? I have no idea what to do...," he whispered, blushing furiously. He knew the concept, yes, but he was terribly insecure.

Obi-Wan continued nibbling his ear and said hoarsely, but assuredly, "You will know what to do. It's like using the Force. It's that simple."

Qui-Gon felt himself nod, but he was so nervous that he felt cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. Obi-Wan kissed him softly, laughing a bit at the nervousness in his eyes, "You know that I love you, right?"

"I know."

Another smile. "In the left pocket of my leggings is a small vial. You might want to use it."

He blushed again, grinning foolishly at the same time. "You had this planned," Qui-Gon accused him with a cocked eyebrow.

Obi-Wan shook his head. "Not really. Let's say I like to be prepared."

Qui-Gon stood hastily, then rummaged on shaky legs through the discarded clothes on the floor until he found what he had been looking for. He produced a small vial with an oily content and looked at it suspiciously. He snapped it into his hand and turned to face the bed, where his naked boyfriend was lying atop the crumbled coverlets, an image of pure wantonness.

He crawled back on top of the small bed and settled in between Obi- Wan's legs. Then he uncapped the vial and poured some of the oily content on the fingers of one hand, spilling a lot of it in the process on Obi-Wan's abs. He gazed at Obi-Wan apologetically, but the other Padawan was far too gone to even notice and was rubbing urgently against him, his legs pushed up a bit, openly displaying the entrance to his body. "Come on... come on...," Obi-Wan encouraged him, his half-moaned words urgent like a chant and Qui-Gon couldn't resist and slid his slippery fingers down between his lover's legs until he found the small puckered opening. At the touch of his hesitant fingers, Obi-Wan arched his back, crying out his agreement rather noisily.

The wanton shout sparked Qui-Gon's confidence and he started to circle the tight muscle with his fingertips, applying more and more pressure at the voiced encouragement, growing bolder in his exploration until he breached the ring of muscle with the tip of his index finger, surging inward astoundingly easily.

"Oooohh yes!"

The groan was accompanied by a push of Obi-Wan's hips. The boy was urgently trying to impale himself further, squirming under Qui-Gon's hands like an eel. Qui-Gon was almost shocked by Obi-Wan's need, nonetheless he continued his exploration, still reassured by the whimpers, groans and grunts and the steady rocking of those seductive hips. Just when he was about to add a second finger, Obi-Wan backed away, pushing his hand away softly, but determinedly.

He looked at him, a bit confused. Had he hurt him? Maybe he had misunderstood the cause of the moans?

"No more. Just fuck me please...I need you," his lover almost purred instead and trailed a hand over his stomach, where Qui-Gon had spilled the oil, then grasped his own hardness which he had almost forgotten about in the process of watching his lover squirm under his ministrations.

He heard a whimper, now flying from his own mouth as Obi-Wan stroked him skilfully, spreading the by now warm oily liquid on his cock. Then Obi-Wan leaned forward, kissing him softly, his tongue sweeping out briefly to lick his dry lips. Obi-Wan pulled him back down on the bed and he found himself lying on top of his boyfriend between his spread legs, their erections pumping against each other, evidence of their need.

"Quiggs...," Obi-Wan moaned, nibbling on his bottom lip.

"Yes," he said, but this time he didn't sound insecure and nervous anymore. He was a man with a task, with the task of bringing this beautiful creature under him to utter completion. He slid down a bit, his head still slightly above Obi-Wan's due to his larger frame, and fit his hardness against the tight opening.

"Look at me," he whispered. "Look at me." And Obi-Wan locked his gaze with his own, green eyes burning with fire.

Slowly he pressed forward, wondering how he would ever be able to fit in there, but nonetheless giving in to his desire. Obi-Wan was chewing on his bottom lip. His hands had slipped down Qui-Gon's back and now rested on his buttocks, pressing them together. A half- strangled moan escaped him when he felt himself sliding slowly inside and Obi-Wan started to babble under him, whispering more to himself than for Qui-Gon to hear, "Yes... yes... like this..."

He had involuntary closed his eyes at the sensation, disregarding his own order, and dared not open them until he was fully sheathed in his lover's body which was so tight that he had a hard time not losing it there and then. He wondered how he would be able to endure this for more than a few seconds, because he just knew that the moment he moved he would shatter into a million pieces. Obi-Wan was staring at him with a look so full of love and heat that he forced back a whimper and instead bent down to take his lips in a tender kiss. He didn't realise that he was trembling all over until Obi-Wan's warm hands stroked his back soothingly, calming the quivering muscles.

He somehow managed to get his body back under control and dared to move, a soft roll of his hips that nonetheless was rewarded with a low moan coming from Obi-Wan and had him digging his nails into his lower back. The sharp pain mingled with the exquisite pleasure of feeling that velvety heat surrounding him so tightly and made him light-headed. Without conscious thought he fell into a steady rhythm that was supported by Obi-Wan, revelling in the delicate friction of their bodies. He released Obi-Wan's lips and drew in air harshly, listening to the constant stream of moans and words spilling from his lover's lips.

A sharp pang of arousal surged through him at the sight of his lover thrashing his head from side to side, eyes tightly shut, braid sizzling through the air like a whip. Too soon, he thought with dismay the last moment his brain was able to produce conscious thought, then his orgasm overtook him so fast that he couldn't think straight anymore. When the haze around his head had cleared and he opened his eyes, Obi-Wan was smiling up at him smugly.

"See?" he whispered, "that wasn't too hard, was it?"

He shook his head, then shifted slowly, feeling his subsiding erection slip from Obi-Wan's body. Sheepishly, he said: "I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back and..."

"Shhh...," Obi-Wan interrupted him, kissing him briefly, before he drew back again to offer him a bright smile. "Immensely pleasurable, as I expected. You didn't even need to touch me and I went off like ...."

"You did?" Qui-Gon asked, astonished. Obi-Wan simply smiled at him. Then his smile turned into a frown. "You know, the only thing that disturbed me a bit was that you were shouting..."

"I was?" Qui-Gon replied, blushing a deep red.

"Yes. You were shouting a name, but....," Obi-Wan suddenly sighed. "It was not mine."

"What?" Qui-Gon shouted incredulously, then almost whispering, "What did I say...?"

Obi-Wan winced a bit and closed his eyes, swallowing. "You called... Ben. Yes. I'm sure. You said Ben."

It took Qui-Gon some time to register his words, then relief took over and he dissolved into fits of hysterical laughter.

Obi-Wan stared at him, his eyes wide with confusion. "What's so damn funny if you are shouting another man's name while sleeping with me, you son of a Sith!" he said, poking a finger into Qui-Gon's ribs, accentuating his cursing with pokes of his fingers.

Qui-Gon was shaking with laughter, barely able to contain himself. With watering eyes, he finally choked out, "It's an endearment. It's....," he took a deep gulp of air, "...an endearment. A Corellian endearment. It means... love, lover, beloved."

"Ohhhh...," Obi-Wan said slowly. Now it was his turn to blush furiously. "Ohh...," he said again.

Then he smiled. "Stupid of me to think you would call another's name.. "

"Yes, it is, my Ben," Qui-Gon confirmed, taking Obi-Wan's mouth in another kiss.

After they had made love again, they simply lay in each other's arms and listened to each other's breathing. "Ben?"

"Hmmm?" Obi-Wan murmured sleepily, reluctant to open his eyes.

"May I ask you a question? A very stupid one, but."

Obi-Wan finally opened his eyes and gazed up at Qui-Gon, smiling a little. The other Padawan was bent over him, staring down at his face, biting his bottom lip rather nervously.

"Of course," he said softly, reaching up to play with Qui-Gon's Padawan braid.

"Was it. was it all right? For you?"

Obi-Wan laughed out loud at that question. "All right?!" he said incredulously. At the frown appearing on Qui-Gon's features, he laughed again and raised his head to softly kiss his lover on the lips. "It was amazing. I have no direct comparison, I never. you know," he finally said, blushing a little himself.

Qui-Gon's frown deepened. "You never what?"

Obi-Wan looked rather guilty, reluctant to catch Qui-Gon's eyes. Then he sighed. "That was a first time for me as well...," he finally answered, almost inaudibly.

It took Qui-Gon some time to register Obi-Wan's words, then the shock set in. "Why... oh why sweet Force didn't you tell me?!" he cried out, almost a bit angry, then tender words started to spill from his lips the next moment. "Oh why didn't you tell me? I would have been more careful, love, I would have."

A sweaty hand was clasped over his mouth.

"You were so nervous already, Quiggs," Obi-Wan said warmly, then softly pulled back his hand from Qui-Gon's mouth. His boyfriend was staring at him wide-eyed, but unable to say anything else. His mouth gaped open a bit, providing him with an utterly stunned expression.

Obi-Wan grinned smugly, then realised that he had to offer an explanation. "I never let anyone take me. now you know."

"Why?" Whispered, almost inaudible.

A deep sigh answered Qui-Gon's quiet question. "Swear you are not going to start behaving like a smug bastard if I tell you," Obi-Wan said, a little teasingly, but instead of the smile he had expected, he only received a very serious nod.

"Well...," he started, then decided that it was easier if he didn't have to look at Qui-Gon's face, and he sat up and settled himself into Qui-Gon's embrace, bringing his mouth close to Qui-Gon's right ear and resting his head on the other boy's broad shoulder.

"I slept with a lot of people, you know that. I was always a bit of a...," he stopped himself and giggled nervously, "...I waited for that special someone," he said, his voice a whisper that ghosted over Qui- Gon's earlobe. "You are that special someone, Quiggs."

He was rewarded with a small gasp that flew from Qui-Gon's lips, then the other Padawan almost crushed him against his chest and buried his head on his shoulder. They held each other for a long long time, wordlessly, before they sank down on the covers and snuggled against each other, falling asleep, Qui-Gon's head resting above Obi-Wan's heart.

The next morning found them on the transport back to Coruscant. The journey was short and uneventful in the wake of the exhausting mission they had just concluded. Obi-Wan spent his time in the cockpit, watching the pilot navigating them through hyperspace, while Qui-Gon rested on his bunk, studying some files for a class on astrophysics. He had an exam coming up and used the time in hyperspace to catch up on several texts he had neglected. The jump out of hyperspace made Obi-Wan sick for a moment, as it always did. He would probably never stop getting air-sick, not even after he had travelled all of the millions of systems in the sheer endless space of this galaxy or beyond. The sickness vanished as soon as it had appeared and he could feel the pleasant tug of his training bond with Master Yoda settling in again.

Padawan, a word with you, I demand, as soon as you arrive on the landing platform, his Master sent, not even voicing a word of greeting.

Obi-Wan frowned. When Yoda didn't even take the time to say hello, there was something seriously wrong.

Yes, Master, he sent back nonetheless.

Meet me in my office immediately after you land.

Then Yoda's mind drew back and Obi-Wan was left alone with his thoughts. What could Yoda want from him? He thought of something he had done wrong, but he knew that he had been the perfect Padawan lately and that he had never caused Master Yoda any serious trouble. He knew that he had shielded a lot lately against his Master, and that Yoda must have felt that, but he knew that Master Yoda respected his privacy and because Obi-Wan had been reluctant to tell Yoda that he was involved in a serious relationship, he had worked on his shielding more carefully. Master Yoda had always said that a serious relationship would affect his training badly and that it would most likely influence his Jedi abilities for the lack of total concentration, so he had kept his relationship with Qui-Gon as discreet as possible. Maybe Yoda suspected...

Obi-Wan groaned and braced himself for the talk to come. Master Yoda would give him a long lecture on the disadvantages of being so dedicated to another being and he saw himself already doing extra chores because he had kept his secret from Master for so long. He had never openly lied to Yoda, but he had preferred to not tell him everything. He walked back to their bunks, suddenly desperately needing to be close to Qui-Gon. He found his lover lying on his stomach, flipping through the pages of a report on Sekotian ships, looking utterly bored. Qui-Gon smiled up at him as he entered, and then propped himself up on an elbow, regarding him with a compassionate look.

"Master Yoda wants to talk to you?" he asked.

Obi-Wan nodded. "You felt him talking to me," he more stated than wondered.

"Yes. Seems like the consummation of our relationship made me more aware of what is going on in your mind," Qui-Gon answered, then stood up and crossed the room to lay a hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder, squeezing it briefly.

"Well, that was to be expected," his lover said, smiling weakly, his concern over the upcoming talk diminishing his joy over their lovers' bond in the making. "It will be nothing...," he was assured and pulled close, receiving a soft kiss to his lips.

Obi-Wan nodded again, but he wasn't so sure of Qui-Gon's assumption. He just hoped Qui-Gon was right. He had never wished for any conversation with Yoda about his love affairs and especially not now, when it was the first time that he was absolutely sure that this was serious.

"While you talk with Master Yoda, I'll go and fetch Squicky from Seda."

"Ohhh...," Obi-Wan groaned and rolled his eyes, "...your little rodent friend..."

"Stop being jealous."

"I'm not."

"Sure."

A sudden bump that shook the floor told them that they had landed. Reluctantly Obi-Wan pulled away, just in time as Master Windu entered their quarters. He was smiling hugely, throwing an arm around Qui- Gon's shoulders.

"Finally home, Padawans."

They both nodded their agreement, Qui-Gon maybe a bit more heartily than Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan paced the hall in front of his Master's office for almost ten minutes, until he had pulled himself together and felt ready to enter the room. He knew that Master Yoda could feel his presence and would most likely know that his Padawan was running a groove into the floor just outside his door.

He pulled his robe tight around himself, took a deep breath and entered the office.

"Master?"

Master Yoda was standing with his back to him at a huge window, supporting his weight on his gimer stick, staring out at the nocturnal Coruscant landscape.

"Obi-Wan," his Master acknowledged him and turned around to face him. His wrinkled features were tired and Obi-Wan noticed a sad set in the droop of his long ears.

He followed his Master to two big round cushions, adjusting his long strides to the slow shuffle of his Master's feet as he always did and then dropped himself on one of them, carefully folding his robes under him.

Yoda was never one to talk pleasantries and he always came straight on to the point, something Obi-Wan was very grateful for, especially now when he was so nervous and just a bit afraid of what Yoda would be revealing.

He had a very bad feeling about this.

"A relationship you have," Yoda simply stated and closed his eyes, his folded hands resting on his gimer stick.

"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan confirmed, his voice steady, although he felt like screaming.

"A pleasant occurrence, that should be. Expected this is."

Obi-Wan nodded slowly. What did the old dwarf want from him?

"Your partner, chose not well, you did," Yoda said and opened his eyes slowly.

"What?!"

The small rodent leaped at Qui-Gon immediately as soon as he saw him enter the room. The rat buried its tiny claws into Qui-Gon's arm and used them to pull himself up to Qui-Gon's shoulder, where he finally settled, pushing his tiny wet nose against his throat.

"He missed you!" Seda called out laughing, approaching Qui-Gon, pulling him into a hug.

"Yes, I can see that. Did he behave?" he asked, released Seda and raised a hand to pet Squicky's soft fur. The swamprat pressed closer against his stroking finger and made tiny content noises.

"Well," Seda started and looked at the reunion with a look of utter disbelief in her eyes, "...despite the fact that he bit Master Gallia, didn't let go of Dun's headtail and pissed on my discussion paper for Jedi Philosophy II, I suppose you can say he carried himself very well."

Qui-Gon let out a raspy laugh. "Ahhh... that's my little warrior...," he said, petting Squicky behind the ears.

"And what about you? How was the mission? And what about Obi-Wan?" Seda demanded to know.

Qui-Gon blushed a dark shade of pink. "What about Obi-Wan?" he directed the question back at Seda, trying to sound oblivious to his own flushed face.

A suspicious look crept on Seda's features and she squinted her eyes, staring at him intently.

"Oh Force!" she finally exclaimed and her face lit up.

"You bastard!" she continued and gave Qui-Gon's shoulder a hard shove that made him tumble back a few steps and caused Squicky to squeak in horror, clawing into Qui-Gon's shoulder more tightly.

"What?!" Qui-Gon shouted back at her, rubbing his shoulder where she had hit him.

The cry broke free from Obi-Wan's mouth before he could hold it back. He was simply outraged. His Master told him that Qui-Gon wasn't the right lover for him! That was hilarious. Qui-Gon was so right, so...

"Stop this, you should. Destined he is for another and you, destined you are for a big task," his Master continued, dropping the bomb.

"What are you talking about?" Obi-Wan asked sharply, rising from his seat.

His Master looked up at him sadly and his ears drooped in compassion, giving him a very puppy-like look. "Sad this is, my Padawan. But a mate, he already has, even if he does not know. But in time, he will."

Slowly, his Master's words breached his denial and he started to pace in front of his still seated Master.

"No. No. That can't be. No," Obi-Wan said, shaking his head in refusal. He whirled around to his Master, then crouched down in front of him.

Yoda raised a hand and laid it softly on his bowed head, ruffling the tawny hair with arthritic fingers.

"Tell me it is not true...," Obi-Wan whispered and closed his eyes, pressing his lashes tightly against his cheeks to keep the tears from falling.

Yoda didn't answer him.

"You slept with him!" Seda cried out, then broke into laughter at the stunned look on Qui-Gon's face.

"You slept with him," she said again, as if to confirm it for herself, this time a little bit softer.

Qui-Gon knew there was no way to deny it. Instead he blushed a bit more, feeling the heat rising in his cheeks until they were on fire.

"Ahhhhh! That's so cute! How was it? Tell me!" Seda squealed and threw herself into his arms, almost knocking the rat off his shoulders in the process.

A little perplexed, Qui-Gon closed his arms around her, hugging her back reflexively. Holding her proved a bit difficult for she was bouncing with excitement. Suddenly she drew back and stared up at him, her eyes sparkling, her lips split into a huge grin.

"Spill!" she urged him and tugged on his tunics with both hands in her excitement.

"Well...," Qui-Gon started.

"Ah... you don't need to tell me... I can see it clearly written on your face."

"Is it that obvious?" Qui-Gon said, stunned, and tried to hold back the stupid grin that threatened to spread on his face.

She nodded seriously. "Yes. Oh, you're one lucky Jedi!"

A wave of nausea suddenly hit him, unexpected.

"I guess I am," he answered, but somehow he had a very bad feeling about this.

(Series to be continued)