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Rating: NC-17
Categories/Content: Angst and Dark Stuff ahead-- Heed
Warnings!
Warnings: If you have squicks about non-con, you could consider
the slight spoiler below.
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended; if I'm sued,
you'll have to ask for blood, because not a penny is earned
from this.
Summary: Dark urges, a Jedi Master with a mission, and a
Padawan with insufficient shields.
Notes/Thanks: Sincere gratitude to RavenD, Trinity, Mac, Tara
T, Layna, Ji and Kimberlite-- for encouragement and
constructive feedback. You all were very helpful in my getting
this ready for the masses (and for helping me prepare to hit
the dreaded 'send' button). Thank you so much!! Layna-- I
looked again, and you were right <eg>. Tara, you were
right on the money, too! :->
Okay, if partner rape bothers you, bear in mind a keyword from
the title, and trust me!
The predatory gleam in Qui-Gon's eyes sent a shiver racing
down Obi-Wan's spine. He tried to swallow the lump in his
throat, but he still could not speak. He could not force 'No'
to come from his mouth. He had to say it! What was wrong with
him? Why couldn't he say it?
"Drop your leggings, Padawan. Now."
There was no mistaking the requirement for haste in Qui-Gon's
voice, and yet Obi-Wan couldn't make himself move. "I said
NOW!"
Hands shaking, Obi-Wan's fingers slid into his waistband. A hot
flush burned his cheeks as he slid the thin material past his
hips. As the cool air of the room wafted over his exposed
groin, his blush deepened and his eyes filled. He lifted his
bowed head fractionally as the leggings spilled around his bare
ankles. He briefly flicked his eyes to his Master's face, to
see if he met with Qui-Gon's approval.
The smile he saw chilled him to his bones.
"Lift your cock." It was almost conversational, the way Qui-Gon
issued that command; and yet Obi-Wan knew that disobedience
would be dangerous. He cupped his flaccid penis and did as
told, his head turning down and away in shame.
"You're growing up, Padawan. You actually have hair on your
balls now."
Qui-Gon breathed in deeply and stalked closer. Obi-Wan had
thousands of protestations swirling in his mind, but none would
slip past his lips.
"You don't know how I've longed for this day, my Padawan.
Dreamed about it; fantasized about it... I've bided my time,
kept my eyes and hands to myself all these years and waited for
the day when you would be man enough to accept what I'm going
to give you."
Man? Obi-Wan had only just had his eighteenth birthday. He was
not a child by any stretch, but did that make him a man? Did it
make him ready to be the object of lust of a Jedi Master? Of
this particular Jedi Master? Standing in front of Qui-Gon,
pants pooled at his feet and his limp cock in his palm, Obi-Wan
was shamed at the answer to that.
"No need to fondle yourself, Padawan, I've seen my fill. Let go
now." There was a note of sarcasm to Qui-Gon's command that fed
Obi-Wan's humiliation. But as in all else, Obi-Wan obeyed. He
still did not lift his eyes and meet his master's gaze.
"Now. Turn around, put your palms on the table, and bend over."
That did it. Obi-Wan's eyes flew to Qui-Gon's and he gaped,
shocked.
Qui-Gon's piercing gaze stole his breath before he could voice
the latest protestation struggling for freedom. "Do. Not. Make
me tell you. Again."
A single, traitorous tear slid down Obi-Wan's cheek as he
stepped from his leggings. He nearly stumbled, but recovered
and placed his palms flat on the table... and lowered his torso
until his backside was upturned for Qui-Gon's inspection. Large
hands grasped his hips, and Obi-Wan fought back a flinch.
Qui-Gon's booted foot then kicked his legs further apart, and
the room's draft cooled his bottom intimately.
"Oh, now that is lovely."
A callused fingertip brushed over his opening and Obi-Wan
clenched reflexively. Qui-Gon merely chuckled, a disturbing
rumble to Obi-Wan's fearful ears.
"Timid little thing, isn't it? Well, not to worry, Padawan.
Soon this little prize will be opening wide for me. Only for
me. Mmm. So tiny and smooth. And so very tight, I know. "
Obi-Wan moved his lips in a fruitless effort to finally voice
his objections. His body trembled helplessly when he realized
that Qui-Gon was using the Force to keep him silent. All he
could manage were soft mewling sounds.
"Ahhh, moaning for me, Obi-Wan. I like that." Qui-Gon knelt
behind him, hands cupping Obi-Wan's buttocks possessively. He
tried to stand upright, finally deciding he would obey no
more... but he found himself held fast by the power of
Qui-Gon's mind. His master's physical domination of him was
complete. His cheeks were fondled and pulled apart, almost
tenderly. He was so exposed! And Qui-Gon's eyes were glued to
the most intimate part of him. The thought made him clench
again.
"Did my prize just wink at me? Shy perhaps, but also a
flirtatious little hole, isn't it? Shall I flirt back? Shall I
grant it a kiss?"
Qui-Gon's breath tickled him just before his lips brushed over
him softly. Electric tingles zipped from his bottom to his
groin; not enough to make him hard, but enough to make his
synapses jump to life. It's only a physical reaction, Obi-Wan
told himself; it can't be helped.
With the wet probe of Qui-Gon's tongue, Obi-Wan drew in a harsh
breath. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, but a few salty
tears leaked from the corners anyway, striping his flushed
cheeks. For long moments the tongue wiggled inside him,
thrusting and laving with increasing fervor.
Qui-Gon stood and sighed. "Ahhh, there is nothing like the
taste of fresh, virgin Padawan. I'm tempted to make a meal of
that tasty bottom of yours... But, there is also nothing like
the feel of virgin Padawan, and I'm getting anxious to
bury myself in you."
Obi-Wan refused to break down. He tugged at the invisible bonds
holding him still, but they were immovable. He tried to clear
his throat, to shout that this wasn't what he wanted, to scream
to Qui-Gon to stop! Please, Force, stop! A soft whimper was all
he gained for his effort.
Obi-Wan's squirming was stilled with a slap to one upturned
buttock. Qui-Gon knelt behind him once more. He felt himself
spread apart again, by one large hand. Obi-Wan's body stiffened
as a cold, wet finger pressed into his anus. Gel, Qui-Gon was
lubricating him with some sort of slick gel, but he wasn't
warming it before sticking his finger inside him. In fact, the
gel felt as if his master had had it in their cooling unit.
Oh, damnable Force, Qui-Gon's finger sped up, poking inside him
and pulling out again rapidly until Obi-Wan thought he'd go mad
from the conflicting feelings and emotion; the cold finger
created heated friction, and he found himself experiencing
pleasure that warred with his confusion and humiliation. His
only measure of pride was that his penis remained soft.
At last, Qui-Gon pulled back and stood up. "Mm. Felt great on
my finger. It'll feel even better around my cock."
Obi-Wan heard the moist swish of Qui-Gon applying the gel to
his organ. He couldn't turn his head far enough to see it, but
his imagination drew the cock as formidable; thick and
engorged. Perhaps it was best not to see it after all.
After a moment, Obi-Wan felt the blunt head nudging his slick
anus. He couldn't help it, he tightened. "Do not deny me,
Padawan. Open to me."
He took deep breaths and tried to do as commanded. The cockhead
pressed again. Shooting pain flared from his tender opening as
entranced was gained. He was still held immobile, and voiceless
save for a softly breathed series of "ahh... ahh..."
"Relax, my Padawan... breathe... let me in... it will be much
easier if you just relax..." Oh Force, the voice was almost
soothing.
After only a moment's respite, the thick shaft worked itself
further inside of him, stretching him wide. Another moment and
Obi-Wan was deeply filled with his master. "So tight. So
good..." Qui-Gon moaned appreciatively and began to retreat.
Friction sent pulses of aching sensation thrumming through
Obi-Wan's bottom. There was no pause this time, and Qui-Gon
immediately plunged back inside of him again. The pain began to
dull and his reflexive grip on the thick member impaling him
gradually eased. His own penis remained flaccid, flapping
gently with every slap of Qui-Gon's balls against his own.
Suddenly, Qui-Gon slowed then grunted harshly as his thrusts
grew erratic; Obi-Wan knew his master was spilling semen deep
inside him, seeming to come forever and ever... Obi-Wan just
knew that there was so much come that when he would finally be
permitted to stand, it would leak freely from his body... When
would Qui-Gon allow him to stand?
"Padawan? Padawan Kenobi?"
Obi-Wan was jolted back into the here and now to see Master
Windu standing over him, a concerned expression on his face.
Obi-Wan's mind had wandered when he was supposed to have been
observing the sparring matches between the first year Knights.
Obi-Wan rose from his spot along the training room wall and
bowed. "I'm sorry, Master Windu. I have no excuse for this
lapse."
"It's alright, Obi-Wan. Is there something I could help you
with?" Obi-Wan felt a tendril of curiosity weave itself into
his mind. He tightened his shields at the invasion, though he
was careful to convey only a calm wish for privacy. Still, that
tendril persisted a moment longer, squirming in his head like a
tiny parasite.
It was difficult, but he was able to push the mind probe from
his mind, and he slammed his shields against another invasion.
"Padawan Kenobi, are you feeling well?" The tones were laced
with genuine worry, but Obi-Wan nonetheless was affronted by
the unwanted mental assault.
"I am perfectly well. If you would like to formally reprimand
me for my lapse, I would like to hear what that may entail. If
not, I should be going to my next class. Master Qui-Gon has
enrolled me in a traditional weapons seminar." Obi-Wan's heart
pounded with his own presumptuousness, but he could not easily
forgive Mace Windu's audacity. He was merely a Padawan, but
that did not give any Master in the temple leave to parade
through his mind uninvited.
"No, I won't formally reprimand you," Master Windu replied
calmly, though his eyes were narrowed as he surveyed Obi-Wan
with a blatant head-to-toe perusal. "But you might want to
spend some time in the meditation garden after your seminar and
evening meal. I have business to discuss with Qui-Gon this
evening, so I don't expect you to see him tonight."
Master Windu withdrew and Obi-Wan let out a long breath. Great.
He was going straight to Qui-Gon with this. Oh, he would
definitely be seeing Qui-Gon this evening, and it would not be
pleasant. Caught letting his mind drift during a training
exercise, even as a spectator, would not please his master.
Mace Windu might not have reprimanded him, but Qui-Gon
certainly would. The question would be how.
"Qui-Gon Jinn, we are placing you under custody of the Jedi
Temple Guard. Will you come willingly?"
He stood, stupefied, as he tried to gauge Mace's intent. Was
this some sort of joke? He couldn't fathom it. True, years ago
Mace had spirited him away to Alderaan to celebrate the success
of a particularly grueling mission, but none of the jovial mood
of that incident was to be found in the hard lines of his
friend's face now. Whatever was going on, it was serious
business.
"WILL YOU?"
"Of course, I will. Mace, what is going on?"
Mace's face drew up in disgust. "You know what this is about."
He turned to the guards accompanying him. "Restrain him. Take
him to the Temple transport pad. He'll be going off planet
immediately. We won't darken this Temple any longer with his
presence."
"Mace! For Force sake, will you tell me what this is about?"
Qui-Gon's confusion turned to dread as he felt the enormity of
an unknown threat weigh upon him.
"We will discuss this further at your trial."
"What of Obi-Wan? I need to see Obi-Wan..." his insistence grew
panicked as the Force inhibiting wrist cuffs snapped into
place.
"Are you insane? Did you honestly think I would let you near
the boy after what you've done? Take him away."
"Mace! Mace! Please, tell him I'll be fine, that I'll be back
for him. Tell him this is a mistake." He was needlessly shoved
along as he called out to his friend, whose back was turned to
him and stiff. "Mace, he'll worry for me, please tell him, for
pity's sake!"
The back never turned, and Qui-Gon forced himself to be calm as
he was led to the transport pad. Though Mace didn't deign to
tell him, Qui-Gon assumed he'd be taken to the holding facility
on Kuat. To await trial. Trial for what?
Qui-Gon's step nearly faltered as it struck him. Obi-Wan. Mace
had specifically said he couldn't see Obi-Wan after what he'd
done to him. They knew. Oh Force. But to take him off-planet
for trial? Guilt tampered with his ability to reason as he was
led away.
His head finally cleared, Obi-Wan stood and stretched out his
cramped legs. A shiver trickled down his back as he realized he
was being watched. He turned casually and met Master Windu's
gaze.
"Obi-Wan. You seem centered."
"I am, thank you. Can I be of some service to you, Master
Windu?" Curiosity nagged at him.
"No, young Padawan. It is I who may be of some service to you.
But it does involve a trip to the healers. If you'll come with
me, I promise you that this will be over shortly and all will
be well."
The Councilor swept an arm outward, bidding Obi-Wan to precede
him. Odd. And then that damned tickle from the Master's mind
tried to wiggle into his thoughts again. This time Obi-Wan was
prepared for it and it was rebuffed instantly. But Obi-Wan
didn't miss a step as he walked in front of Master Windu,
taking the shortest route to the healers. Whatever this was,
best to get it out of the way as soon as possible. He almost
asked, but decided against engaging in conversation. Something
about Master Windu set him on edge this night.
It was only minutes later that Obi-Wan found himself dressed in
an examination gown and laying flat on his back on an exam bed.
Healer Niev, whom Obi-Wan had been seeing for various ailments
and injuries since childhood, was apparently to preside over
this proceeding.
Obi-Wan was startled and perturbed when Master Windu came
through the door to the examination room as if he belonged
there. "Would someone like to tell me now what this is all
about?" His audible irritation was intentional.
But that damnable Councilor just smiled and tried to project
reassurance to him. "Rest easy, Padawan, No harm shall come to
you here."
"He's right, young Padawan. This will not hurt you in the
least. And Master Windu is only here to represent the Council
on your behalf. You are among friends."
Obi-Wan's heart pounded. "This does not ease my mind, and it
does NOT answer my question!"
Master Windu's palm descended to his forehead. "Be at peace,
Obi-Wan. It is our duty to seek evidence of your mistreatment.
It will ensure that it does not happen again."
There was a fucking Force suggestion in the Master's words to
sedate him, he realized with growing anger. It had distracted
him though, from the healer, who'd lifted his gown and exposed
his bare genitals. His arms felt heavy, but he had enough
strength to reach and try to cover himself.
But then he felt his arms held at his sides with Force and the
gown was raised again. "No! You will not touch me until you
tell me what you're talking about! What mistreatment?" He
realized his words sounded slurred under his effort to resist
Windu's forced sedation.
His vision grew blurry, but he could still feel the hands that
probed and prodded at his penis, testicles, and then... No! A
finger pressed against his anus.
Outrage gave him an energy that, while not dark, was certainly
not of pure light. The healers hands were batted away from him
and Master Windu flew back against the exam room wall, eyes
wide.
Obi-Wan bolted into a sitting position. "Who in the name of
this blasted galaxy do you think you are?"
"Padawan, you will calm yourself!" Niev blustered.
"I. Will. Not. I want an explanation and I want it now." His
teeth were clenched as he spoke, an effort to contain his
anger.
"Obi-Wan, we have tried to be gentle, but we need to gather
evidence of Qui-Gon's rape."
Obi-Wan couldn't have been more surprised if the Master in
front of him turned green. "Rape? Where in the stars did you
get the idea..." And then it hit him. Fury bubbled in his
veins.
"You invaded my thoughts. When I got distracted in the training
room. You breached my mind, without permission or consideration
of my privacy. How dare you?"
"Obi-Wan, I could sense your distress. The Council and Masters
at this temple have a duty to guide and protect our young until
they are able to face the evils of this galaxy on their own. If
that means forsaking a Padawan's privacy, so be it. Now I
realize that this is a difficult time for you, and that you
also face adjusting to a new Master after such abuse by
another..."
"What? A new... Qui-Gon is and will remain my Master!"
"I'm afraid, Councilor, that this is to be expected. Abuse
victims often become dependent on their victimizer," Niev
interjected sadly.
Obi-Wan stood and gathered his leggings, jabbing his feet into
them and pulling them up roughly. "Abuse. You have no idea what
you are talking about," he grated.
"Obi-Wan..." Master Windu tried to lay a calming hand on his
shoulder, but he backed away from the older man vehemently.
"If you had granted me such basic privileges as any sentient
being should be entitled to, you would have known from the
start, Master Windu, that there was no rape. The images
that you stole from me were a fantasy! I am allowed free
thought, am I not? The content of my private thoughts are not
public property."
Obi-Wan paused to see shock with a tinge of disbelief echoing
from Master Windu to healer Niev.
"The only rape I have endured is from you, Master Windu, of my
mind, and the both of you, of my body in this ludicrous
examination."
"Obi-Wan?" Master Windu whispered. Councilor and Padawan stared
lasers at one another until understanding and belief at last
washed over the elder's face. He was loathe to do it, but
Obi-Wan allowed the master full access to the rape fantasy that
he'd thought was his alone. Master Windu continued to stare at
him as he analyzed the series of thoughts, then merely nodded
and withdrew his mental inquiry.
"I'm going to get my tunic on, and then I'm going to see my
Master." He crossed the room and picked up his tunic.
Master Windu cleared his throat. "I'm afraid that won't be
possible just yet.... he's been taken to Kuat, to stand trial."
"Get. Him. Back."
"Of course. But I would ask that you keep a civil tongue,
Padawan Kenobi. There has been an error, but I am still a Jedi
Master and member of the Council...." Obi-Wan's distress and
anger remained, and Windu softened his words. "Obi-Wan, you
must understand, the images that I saw, they were so vivid,"
Master Windu crept closer, sympathy in his eyes.
Obi-Wan flushed. "I have a vivid imagination."
His mind was abuzz as he finished dressing. Force! Now the
entire Council would be privy to his private thoughts. Oh no!
Qui-Gon would have to be told why he'd been dragged away. How
could he explain that he was increasingly obsessed with sexual
fantasies that featured him? And as a rapist, no less?
Qui-Gon was fierce when he had to be in the course of duty, but
he was a gentle, compassionate man. How would he feel about
Obi-Wan casting him in such a detestable role in his mind? How
would he feel about his Padawan having sexual fantasies about
him of any kind?
Obi-Wan was mortified. And there was no containing that
emotion.
Niev inched closer to him as well. "Obi-Wan, I've treated you
since you were a small boy. You know that we only have your
best interests in mind. Myself, your Master, Master Windu... No
one will begrudge you your private musings."
"Oh, but you already have." The words came in a low rumble.
"Go try to rest, Padawan. I'll have the transport turn around.
You and Qui-Gon will have much to discuss upon his return."
It did not escape Obi-Wan that neither Jedi had offered an
apology.
Qui-Gon leaned his head on the cool viewing pane in his cabin.
The stars twinkled brightly, as if nothing were wrong in the
universe. Qui-Gon sighed. Trial? He'd be soon standing trial
for his lust for Obi-Wan? It didn't make sense.
He knew that what he wanted from Obi-Wan would be frowned upon
by the council as well as his peers. And there were times when
he lay in the dark, semen drying on his fevered skin after an
indulgence of his fantasy, when he'd wallowed in guilt for his
carnal musings. He'd imagine the stern stares from other
Masters, and the glare of disgust from the Council... He'd even
imagined the look of horror on his Padawan's face upon learning
the various ways Qui-Gon wanted to come inside his body.
But simply wanting such things with one's apprentice had never
warranted a trial before with any other Jedi. No, he was
missing something. Once he'd worked past his initial guilt when
he was taken into custody, he'd been able to concentrate on why
he was actually being treated as a criminal. Common sense and
deduction from Mace's words told him that it had to do with
Obi-Wan and a perceived wrong, but he knew it had to be more
than simply lusting for the young man.
The lock to his cabin door clicked and a nervous guard stepped
inside. Qui-Gon surveyed him as the man stood in the doorway,
shifting from foot to foot. "Can I help you?"
The guard startled, then walked to him and finally spoke. "We
are returning to Coruscant, and you are to be released. There
was a misunderstanding, Master Jinn."
Qui-Gon quirked one eyebrow. "Indeed?"
"The charge has been dropped and the grave error will be noted
as such in your file," the man replied as he released the
restraints on Qui-Gon's wrists.
As the Force came flooding back to him, Qui-Gon was hit with
the man's contrition and embarrassment. "What exactly was the
charge, if I may ask?"
"Rape, Master Jinn. The rape of your Padawan."
The door closed behind the guard and Qui-Gon gaped. They
thought he had raped Obi-Wan? No wonder Mace was so outraged.
But whatever could have given them that idea? Qui-Gon was
utterly stunned.
He remained in the cabin for the duration of the transport back
to Coruscant, trying to make sense of a completely nonsensical
situation. When he at last made his way down the boarding ramp,
Mace was waiting at the bottom.
"You have some explaining to do, old friend," Qui-Gon greeted
him coolly. "Rape, Mace? I thought you knew me better than
that." Mace didn't flinch.
"I'll be brief. I inadvertently caught some images from your
Padawan; his shielding had lapsed slightly. Those images were
enough to disturb me, so I investigated, and caught the chain
of thoughts that formed one long memory. Or rather, what I
interpreted as memory."
Qui-Gon continued the walk to his quarters, Mace along side him
as they spoke. Already he was beginning to fume, as
understanding formed. "You just jumped in and invaded his mind,
correct? And sent me off to Kuat with no explanation based on a
misunderstanding of Obi-Wan's thoughts."
"Qui-Gon, what if you had been raping him? Hmm?"
"If you suspected as much, you could have asked him to meet
with you in a private session, with a healer, and asked
him, Mace!"
"Your point is taken. But I have a duty to everyone at this
Temple. And I do not regret infringing on some personal rights
now and then if it is for the greater good."
"But that's the key, is it not? What good did this do for
Obi-Wan? Does he know that you stole enough of his thoughts to
gain this suspicion? Does he know that you had me hauled away?"
Qui-Gon stopped as he reached his door, and turned to fully
face the other Master.
"Yes. That's another matter. Padawan Kenobi is most displeased
with my having scanned his mind, and with the rape examination
we tried to conduct. I realize it was not the most pleasant of
experiences, and I understand your distress, Qui-Gon. And
Obi-Wan's, as well. But I did what I believed was necessary."
"A rape examination? Force, Mace. You took it that far without
a thorough discussion with him first? And you are surprised
that he is displeased?" Qui-Gon couldn't doubt Mace's devotion
to the protection of a Jedi possibly in trouble; he'd had some
unfortunate experiences in that regard. But the man had crossed
a line.
"I'm not surprised at that, no. However, please tell Obi-Wan
that I understand the failure of his manners," Mace said and
turned abruptly to go. Qui-Gon watched a second, feeling that
the whole situation and Mace's actions were just surreal. The
universe had gone truly mad.
Qui-Gon snorted and was about to reached for his door when a
thought occurred to him. "Wait. Mace? What you saw in his mind
was enough to make you believe I raped him. Obviously it was
not a true memory... so what was it?"
Mace shook his head, looked back over his shoulder and wrinkled
his nose. "Ask your Padawan. It's between the two of you, now."
Two gazes met and locked as the door closed behind Qui-Gon.
Obi-Wan's eyes reflected embarrassment, while Qui-Gon knew his
own reflected curiosity. After a long, awkward moment, he
finally cleared his throat and took a seat on the couch.
Obi-Wan sighed and plopped in the chair opposite from him.
"I suppose I have to tell you about it now."
Qui-Gon couldn't suppress a chuckle. "It really is not the end
of the galaxy, Obi-Wan. You should not have had your private
thoughts exposed; but they are your thoughts. And if
you'd rather not discuss them, I won't force you to."
Well done, Qui-Gon, he patted himself on the back. If he'd made
Obi-Wan reveal his private thoughts, it would only have been
honorable to reveal his own. And he wasn't quite sure that he
should do so just yet. He had no way of knowing whether these
fantasies of Obi-Wan's were part of the normal sexual urges
that overcame youthful male Padawans, or if there were genuine
feelings behind them. And he suspected that Obi-Wan himself
couldn't answer that question at the moment, either. His
Padawan was looking inordinately relieved at not having to
reveal his inner thoughts further.
"Thank you, Master... but there is something else I
would like to discuss, though," he hedged.
"Yes? You may ask me anything, Obi-Wan. You know that."
"I do not understand how Master Windu could treat my private
thoughts with such disregard. True, I'm only a Padawan, but
Master, I have a right to privacy within my own mind, don't I?"
His frustration strained his words, and an earnest expression
tightened his face.
"Yes, you do. I am not pleased with Master Windu's stance on
your rights either. But do try to remember that he honestly has
your bests interests in mind, as well as every being at this
temple. It is not a new debate, Obi-Wan, to decide how much
personal freedom to allow someone when that very freedom could
be a detriment to them." He leaned forward and rested his
elbows on his knees as he gauged Obi-Wan's response.
"Doesn't what happened to me prove that the decision to steal
into someone's mind should not be made lightly, or be permitted
to be done at a Master's every whim?" A flush of suppressed
irritation rose on Obi-Wan's cheeks.
"Yes it does. And the discovery that a Padawan of about your
age had been beaten without cause daily as an excuse for
intensive training proved the importance of that decision as
well, Obi-Wan. You'll have to excuse Mace if he is a little
over-zealous in his protection of this temple's Padawans. He
blames himself for not probing into Alia Shareef's thoughts
several years ago when he suspected something was wrong."
He found it difficult to stay angry with Mace's intentions,
given that they both knew what guilt to drive a man to feel.
Obi-Wan sighed, less angry apparently, but still frustrated.
"I'll concede that point, Master. But surely you don't condone
how they handled their suspicions after that invasion of my
mind? If I had been abused, Qui-Gon, the last thing I would
have wanted is some healer probing at me like that, with a Jedi
Council Member watching and restraining me with the Force! It
was bad enough, to feel like my choices were stripped from me
without my consent; but what if I had just been raped? How
traumatic would that have been? I do not like that someone at
this temple can take away my right to say No..."
Obi-Wan stood and paced, energy pulled from his exhausted
reserves coming off of him in waves. Qui-Gon couldn't blame
him. So much had happened in the course of just one day. A
private and very intimate sexual fantasy had been stolen from
him by a Council member. But if he knew Obi-Wan, even the
unwarranted physical exam that was partially carried out wasn't
as painful as having his master know about the fantasy that was
at the center of this incident.
"I am not at all pleased at that part of your ordeal, Obi-Wan.
And I shall discuss it at length tomorrow when I talk to Master
Windu." Qui-Gon sighed heavily and continued. "But you will
find, Padawan, there are a great many injustices in this
galaxy. We can only do our best, and change what we can change.
That's as true for us as it is for Mace. Now, why don't you get
some sleep? We can talk more in the morning."
"Yes, Master." His shoulders slumped slightly and he walked to
his door, hesitancy in his step. He paused and slowly turned
back.
"What is it, Obi-Wan?" Instinct told him to be wary.
"I just... I'd like to know. Is it... normal? For those
thoughts to have taken such a turn in my mind?" The question
cost his Padawan a great deal. His answer would have to make
the price worthwhile.
"Of course it's normal. It's a common scenario for a fantasy."
Obi-Wan flinched at the word 'fantasy' being spoken out loud
between them. But Qui-Gon merely smiled and went on. "It allows
a person to enjoy the scenario without guilt. If you have no
choice, you are not responsible for anything that might happen
during the course of the fantasy."
Obi-Wan shrugged. "But Master, in my... fantasy... I wasn't...
I wasn't aroused." His face flushed crimson. "That may have
been part of why Master Windu was so quick to assume that it
was a real memory."
"Oh, Obi-Wan. I am sorry that you find yourself having to
defend your private thoughts. But I can tell you that I
understand. And I believe that the detail of your lack of
arousal was a way for your mind to solidify your lack of
culpability."
Obi-Wan shook his head and turned away again. "Are you...
bothered by this? That in my mind, I would imagine you as
such?"
Qui-Gon felt his own cheeks grow hot and was glad Obi-Wan could
not see it. "I cannot hold you responsible for random thoughts
and fantasies. And I know that outside of those private
thoughts, you do not think me capable of such atrocities."
"And I don't, you know. Think you truly capable of that."
Qui-Gon felt unconscious waves of affection from Obi-Wan at
that. His Padawan was not in the least aware that his feelings
were leaking from his mind. That his feelings were that strong,
made Qui-Gon's belly warm with love for Obi-Wan. It also gave
him a clue for how this whole situation started.
"I'm glad to hear you don't think of me in such terms," Qui-Gon
told him with what he hoped was a gentle expression. "But let
me ask, Obi-Wan. How did Mace come by these images in the first
place?"
Obi-Wan turned and a sheepish grin curled his lips. "I got
distracted when I supposed to be taking notes during the first
year Knights' spars."
"Well then. I think two extra hours per day in shielding and
focusing exercises would be in order. Let's say, for a full
lunar cycle?" This was a serious lapse that Qui-Gon could not
ignore. They couldn't have Obi-Wan's lust projected throughout
the temple, and it was otherwise an indication of a weakness in
his training.
"I knew I would be called to task for that," Obi-Wan grinned.
"In fact, I thought that Master Windu had gone to you to report
that distraction personally."
"Just so we are clear, Obi-Wan, it is the distraction itself
and your lapse of concentration that is my concern here, not
the details of what took place in your imagination."
"I understand. Thank you, Master." Obi-Wan seemed to be at ease
finally.
"Yes. Well. Now go get some rest, Padawan." He smiled at the
young man as he nodded and went inside the door. "Goodnight,
Obi-Wan," he added softly as the door closed.
He let a long breath. That had been more than difficult. He
stood by his decision not to reveal that he had fantasies of
his own. He'd sensed strongly that Obi-Wan was not ready to
make his imaginings become reality. The young man had many more
fantasies to explore before he would be ready for reality. He
obviously needed to work through the feelings for him that were
developing. And if he knew that Qui-Gon reciprocated his lust,
it would pressure Obi-Wan to act when he was clearly not ready.
But to have discovered that Obi-Wan was indeed developing those
feelings for him was humbling and heartening. He felt freer to
indulge in his own fantasies and to nurture his hope. Though
their fantasies were wildly different, it was indisputable now;
he and Obi-Wan were falling in love.
His fingers tangled in Qui-Gon's hair and he panted softly as
the older man's mouth ghosted soft kisses over his testicles.
Then the moist tongue lapped at his pouch, all tenderness and
care. Obi-Wan's fingertips loosed their grip on the long hair
and traced the master's face. When Qui-Gon took the leaking
head of his penis in his mouth, Obi-Wan gasped. The rasp of
Qui-Gon's tongue over his sensitive slit brought his whole body
to life; he tingled from the top of his head to the tips of his
toes.
Qui-Gon's eyes were closed, but his face radiated affection as
he gently sucked. Obi-Wan skimmed his fingertips over the
hollows in Qui-Gon's cheeks, then fluttered over the shells of
his ears as he took more and more of Obi-Wan's shaft into his
hot mouth.
He was engulfed in love and sensation, and he was rocked to the
core of his being. This was what love was all about; it was a
harmony of the physical urgency with the emotions that made
their hearts thunder. And oh, it was so good...
Obi-Wan's hand tightened and his hips arched from his mattress
as he came, hot semen splashing on his belly and chest. He took
in great gulps of air as he reveled in the post-climactic
shudders. So intense; it was so intense this time...
Obi-Wan knew with certainty now that there was nothing wrong
with his darker fantasies, but this one... this one was
special. This was one that he wanted to bring to life someday.
As he lay in the dark, languid and sleepy, a fleeting moment of
prescience showed him a future that included all the love, lust
and affection of his dreams. And Qui-Gon's gentle face was at
the center of the vision. Obi-Wan smiled and rubbed the cooling
semen into his chest.
All he had to do was wait for the time to be right; The Force
wouldn't lie to him... he and Qui-Gon would be falling in love.
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