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Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Q/O

Category: PWP

Warnings: None

Spoilers: None

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Summary: Obi-Wan decides it's time for a little revenge.

Thanks to Nimori for the beta!

Qui-Gon rolled to one side of his beloved Padawan, both of them sated and sweaty from their recent lovemaking. Well, perhaps lovemaking wasn't quite the word. Qui-Gon grinned. Obi-Wan would call it torture, no doubt.

"What?" the young man asked, turning his head to one side and watching Qui-Gon through heavy-lidded eyes. "Are you making fun of me?"

Despite himself, Qui-Gon's grin widened. "Of course not."

"You are!" Obi-Wan came up on one elbow and mock-glared down at him. "It's not my fault you drive me to the edge of insanity and reduce me to mindless begging."

Qui-Gon chuckled. "Perhaps not."

The gray-green eyes narrowed. "Turn about's fair play, you know."

"What does that mean?"

Obi-Wan swirled a fingertip through his Master's chest hair, pausing to scrape his nail across one already sensitive nipple. "Oh, I was just wondering - about whether or not you can take it as well as you dish it out."

"Is that a challenge I hear?" Qui-Gon asked with a self-assured smirk, which he would deny later.

"What if it is? What if I want to reduce you to shameless pleading the way you so frequently do me?"

"You couldn't," Qui-Gon said simply.

Obi-Wan grinned broadly. "So, it is a challenge!" He leaned down and captured Qui-Gon's mouth in a kiss, but broke it off before the older man could take control. "Let's just see if I can make you beg, shall we?"

Qui-Gon shrugged and spread his arms toward the corners of the bed, letting his muscles go limp. "Do your worst," he said.

Obi-Wan sat up and swung one leg over Qui-Gon's hips, sitting down firmly on his thighs. The heat of his body fueled the older man's passion once again, and he felt Qui-Gon's cock beginning to refill. Bracing himself on his hands, Obi-Wan leaned forward as if for a kiss, but instead began to nibble on his Master's lower lip.

Qui-Gon fought down his desire and stared at the ceiling, refusing to react.

Not deterred, his Padawan lover shifted his attention the side of the bearded jaw, tickling as he swirled his tongue through the coarse hair, then worked his way up to Qui-Gon's ear. He nuzzled against the outer rim, then followed the same path with his tongue before letting his breath puff warmly across the damp flesh.

Qui-Gon lay pliant and unresponsive beneath him, barely suppressing the need to grin at Obi-Wan's aggravated growl. Obi-Wan redoubled his efforts, sucking and nibbling the firm flesh before thrusting the tip of his agile tongue deep into the well of Qui-Gon's ear.

"Um," the Jedi Master said. "Noisy."

Obi-Wan moved next to the juncture of neck and shoulder, one of Qui-Gon's most sensitive areas, a spot that never failed to make the other moan with desire. But this time, Qui-Gon refused to let a single sound escape, even when the Padawan's teeth sank into his flesh.

"I know you want this," Obi-Wan said, his voice dropping into that lusty purr that always ignited Qui-Gon's passion even as it cooled the dampened skin. Qui-Gon felt his cock swell, and knew that Obi-Wan felt it, as well, as it brushed the inside of his thigh.

Sitting up, the young man raised both hands to Qui-Gon's chest. He let them hover a few millimeters above the skin, just brushing the curly dark hair, and moved them slowly apart. Qui-Gon shivered from the almost contact as the hands slid downward, across his ribcage, then down the sides of his hips.

Qui-Gon closed his eyes, his mouth set in a thin, determined line, but he couldn't prevent his fingers from twisting in the bedclothes. Obi-Wan, Sith damn him, kept up his assault, concentrating on super-sensitizing the skin. He rocked his hips forward, and their erections brushed together for one intense, electrifying moment. Qui-Gon gasped, just slightly, then choked back a moan as Obi-Wan brushed one hand across the head of his cock. The Padawan grinned, letting his hands slide upwards again, still not quite touching, until he reached Qui-Gon's hands. He caught both the large wrists and drew them upwards, using a touch of the Force to lash them to the headboard.

Immediately, Qui-Gon reached for the Force to free himself. Obi-Wan distracted him, however, by curling forward and lightly licking the tip of his cock. Qui-Gon let his eyes close, an involuntary thrust of his hips betraying his arousal. Obi-Wan licked again, his tongue fluttering against the small slit, which was already oozing precum.

"Tell me what you want," the young man murmured.

Eyes still closed, Qui-Gon tightened his lips and remained silent.

Undeterred, Obi-Wan bent to his task again, taking the head of his Master's erection into his mouth. He applied the gentlest of suction, rolling the tip of his tongue against the sensitive underside.

Unable to help it, Qui-Gon groaned, feeling his balls tighten in warning. Sensing how near he was to coming, Obi-Wan abandoned his cock, making Qui-Gon want to scream at the loss. The Padawan moved up to nuzzle against a nipple with one slightly stubbled cheek, leaning forward just enough that his cock bumped Qui-Gon's again. He nibbled at the small nub, making it tighten almost painfully, then trailed one finger up Qui-Gon's recently sensitized side.

The Jedi Master drew his lower lip into his mouth, biting down hard as he fought to hold off his imminent climax. Seeing his master's resolve eroding, Obi-Wan rose onto his knees and reached between his legs, grasping Qui-Gon's cock and guiding it firmly to his opening. Qui-Gon shuddered, almost keening with pleasure, as just the head slipped into that tight, hot, slick channel. He looked up to see Obi-Wan watching him, a satisfied smile on his face as he watched his Master's desperate struggle for control.

"Good?" the young man said.

Qui-Gon tightened his lips, refusing to answer, even as his body took over and tried to thrust upward.

Obi-Wan clamped his thighs tightly around Qui-Gon's hips and hooked his ankles over the Master's thighs, preventing any motion, still with that slight, playful smile.

"It's not nice to tease, Padawan," Qui-Gon growled.

"No." Obi-Wan's smile broadened to a smirk. "But it is fun." He tightened the muscles of his anus, clinching around the head of Qui-Gon's cock, and a tiny, needy sound that he couldn't silence escaped the older man. "Tell me what you want," Obi-Wan repeated softly.

"Fuck," Qui-Gon said, the word short and crisp, definitely summing up his feelings.

Obi-Wan laughed. "It that a curse or a request?" he asked.

Qui-Gon growled, low and dangerously, and tried again to thrust upward, needing to go deeper. But Obi-Wan held him down. He jerked at the Force bonds, the muscles in his arms straining with the effort. "Sith take it, Obi-Wan! I'm an old man! I can't take this kind of torture!"

"Ask me nicely," his lover purred, clinching his ass once more.

"Fuck me!" Qui-Gon shouted.

Obi-Wan inched downward, then rose back up until only the head of his Master's cock was inside him. "That sounded like an order," he said, "instead of a plea. I want you to beg me."

Qui-Gon struggled against his restraints. As Obi-Wan had intended, he was too distracted, too uncentered, to access the Force, let alone fight Obi-Wan's own solid grasp of it. He brought his knees up and tried again to thrust. Then, he gasped as his Padawan conjured up a slender, invisible tendril of Force and slipped it into his anus, letting it writhe and tickle and tease at his prostate.

Qui-Gon was panting now with need, his breath coming fast and hard. But still, he refused to beg.

Slowly, Obi-Wan sank lower until he was fully impaled. Qui-Gon gasped as pleasure shivered through all his nerve endings. Once more, he tried to thrust, but Obi-Wan was now sitting heavily on his hips.

"Move, Sithdamnit!" he growled.

Obi-Wan used the Force finger to gently stroke Qui-Gon's sweet spot, but did nothing else.

"Padawan, please move!"

Obi-Wan smiled. "Better," he said. "But not good enough yet." He leaned forward, still holding Qui-Gon deep inside him, and drew one nipple into his mouth.

With a roar, Qui-Gon surrendered. "Force! Need you! Please, Obi-Wan, fuck me, please fuck me!"

Obi-Wan chuckled, the sound clear and sweet, as he began to ride Qui-Gon's cock, moving slowly at first, then faster as their pleasure mounted. All too soon, Qui-Gon was roaring his completion, pumping his seed into his Padawan's body.

"Force," Obi-Wan mumbled as he collapsed, sated, across his Master's chest. "I guess I won, didn't I?"

Qui-Gon gathered the young man into his arms. "No, beloved. We both did."

The End