Master Apprentice Archive Graduation Quick search:

Series: sequel to Inconceivable, makes more sense if you read that very short fic first www.angelfire.com/ma3/padders/inconceivable.html

Archiving: M_A please

Pairings: Q/O/B/X

Category: AU, Humour/Parody

Rating: NC-17

Warning: lots of foursome sex Q/X/B/O, you have been warned.

Spoilers: haven't read JA (deprived) so probably won't spoil it

Summary: At the end of the annual Knighting after-party, who will take Obi-Wan home?

Disclaimer: George Lucas owns everything to do with Star Wars. No infringements intended, no money made, I am poor and this is a work of fiction.

Dedicated to: Happy Birth Day!!! Master Yo-Gurt, the bestest, oldest and sexiest beta ever to beta this fic.

Notes: // thoughts //

Feedback: Oh please, please, please, please, please, please, please! It's a rather dirty sex scene, can't believe I wrote that *blush*, do tell me how it went?

"Master Yoda, I would like to apply for the position of gatekeeper," Knight Bruck, boy friend to Obi-Wan Kenobi, requested solemnly.

"Why?" Like a Force-spoiled brat, Yoda toyed with the head of his gimmer stick and winked at Councillor Windu who sat beside him.

"Gatekeeper, interesting position it is. Close to lots of drunken new Knights, find yourself, you might."

Bruck's cheeks were instantly aflame.

"Yes Master Yoda," Bruck bowed lower, his body language that of someone who was positively begging. Yoda was most amused.

"Thinking with your gimmer stick, I hope you're not," Yoda snickered as he reached out to the Force, emerging himself in it. After a moment, something akin to lust took over his smug grin. Opening his eyes the gnome leered at Bruck and nodded.

A minute later, the old Master was still nodding, the grin on his facing looking more and more disturbing as it refused to fade. Bruck began to frown. It looked alarmingly like psychic shock. Master Windu, after probing Yoda's mind, rolled his dark pupils skyward and reassured Bruck Yoda was all right.

"But Master Windu, Master Yoda is...dribbling," Bruck rose his eyebrows a fraction.

// Stop that Yoda! You're disturbing the young man. // Windu sent. // No! I don't care how Yo-delicious his future will be. Stop fumbling under your robes right now. //

Bruck felt goose-bumps flare over his arms as the anticipation stretched. At last Master Windu gave an exasperated sigh.

"You're granted the role of gatekeeper, Knight Bruck, the council trusts in your ability," Master Windu dismissed him. "We are sure your will handle it responsibly."

Bruck looked up and there was nothing but happiness in his grateful face.

Walking out of the Council Chamber, Bruck's head felt as light as air. Phase one of his Must-Seduce-Obi-Wan-Due-To-Biological-and-Psychological-Imperatives-Mission was complete. Soon, he would be supervising the wild party that ensued after each annual Knighting ceremony.

The eve of graduation was a time when new Knights, sans braid, let their pigtails down and drank themselves silly in celebration of successful trials. The whole idea of the lock-in was to prevent such mass misbehaviour from disturbing the general calm and serenity of the Temple.

A gatekeeper was designated to keep the riotous fun from spilling over into the serene calm of the Temple proper, and usually that position was given to one of the other Knights, this time it was Bruck who secured the turn to keep that watch.

Bruck shook his head. Obi-Wan was not going to end up in an orgy of writing Jedi flesh if Bruck could help it. A wicked crease tugged at the corner of Bruck's lips, some things in life just deserved personal attention. Bruck dreamed about exactly how he would express such attentions as he walked, right into a solid wall of muscles - Master Qui-Gon Jinn.

Bruck looked up in awe and embarrassment, frantically confirming that he had his shields up. It would not do to let Obi-Wan's Master overhear these lewd thoughts. Why Master Jinn were particularly fond of Obi-Wan and probably dreaded the day of the Knighting.

Qui-Gon studied the young man before him, a good-looking Knight with an outstanding record in the field. Bruck also appeared to be a particular close friend to his Obi-Wan, since those two were almost inseparable ever since they had returned to the Temple. Qui-Gon smiled, Obi-Wan had a wonderful childlike ability to make friends. And Bruck here smiled at him with all the bashfulness of a boy despite his face and body for sure showing every sign of him being a formidable warrior.

"Knight Chun, may I call you Bruck?" Qui-Gon extended an arm over the knight's shoulder and Bruck's breathing quickened. // He likes me! He approves of me!! //

"Yes, Master Jinn!" Bruck shyly reciprocated by placing his arm about the Master's waist.

"Bruck," Qui-Gon's smile crinkled the corner of his oh so blue eyes. "I have a favor to ask of you, it concerns Obi-Wan."

Bruck was too excited to speak. Forgoing speech, he simply nodded with a grin stretching from ear to ear.

"I have a letter I want you to deliver to him during the lock-in, you know that little after-party you young Knights get up to," Qui-Gon whispered into his ear. "It is a sort of 'thank you' letter to Obi-Wan. It should. . .urr. . .hopefully make his graduation just perfect. Would you do that for me?"

"Yes!" Bruck clasped Qui-Gon tighter, utterly, bonelessly flattered that Master Jinn trusted him so much.

"Good, good," Qui-Gon smiled, desire welling into his eyes. "And give him this for me too. . .to congratulate him."

Master Jinn leaned over and kissed Bruck in the middle of the Temple hallway.

A dusty figure carrying several worn supply bags was shocked by what he saw. Weary of heart and soul, having just journeyed back from the Outer Rims, Xanatos smelt foul of caked up dirt and enemy blood. The stomach mucus of the Rancour he'd slain on Tatooine, from the _inside_, clung to him. But Xanatos had not cared. He's eight-year long mission was over. He had, as the Council had set out for him, falsely turned from the Order, worked undercover in Hutt-controlled areas, gathering valuable information that has benefited the Republic immensely. At the same time, his Turning was also Qui-Gon's Trials for renewing his Master's Rank. A decadal trial was compulsory for all Masters, usually a situation was set up in secret to test the Masters. The time period deemed a suitably long time to sure the endurance of the Master's character.

Now Xanatos was back to receive a belated Knighting ceremony and to explain to Qui-Gon what had happened. The false turning, the need to conceal all from the enemy, how much it hurt to leave his Master and prove to Yoda their independence. Xanatos had taken his Trials and succeeded, but it seemed, as he looked on broken hearted at the sight of Qui-Gon embracing and kissing a startlingly beautiful Knight, that his Knighting came at a great price.

Xanatos had missed the chance to tell his Master how he truly felt about his caring and warm teacher, how with all his soul, Xani had wanted there to be more than just that between them. The only balm for his pain was that Qui-Gon had passed through his Master's Trials with flying colors, bringing up as excellent an apprentice as Obi-Wan Kenboi, despite what Qui-Gon was led to believe was a fatal failure with Xanatos.

Hastily, Xanatos retreated, dragging his triumph behind him like a carcass and went to his new quarters. No other Padawan had ever been given a Trial this difficult, but Qui-Gon had been so proud of him that the council had insisted that both their spirits should be sorely tested. For the zillionth time, Xanatos braced his arms about himself in the 'fresher, would Qui-Gon ever take him back, once all was revealed?

The speeches during close-in/graduation were especially long this time, Bruck decided as Master Windu droned on in his usual monotone that could put an over-excited Gungan in mating season to sleep. Bruck thought "Oh no! And it's still not over!"

Master Yoda was on stage now, Bruck let his eyes wander ever so slightly to his left to gaze at Obi's awestruck face. It was a big moment for his friend, Bruck knew. Twenty-two years, he had worked towards this; he must be so excited, he must be thinking about his Master, his missions and his trials, his triumphs. Bruck felt a little saddened that he never had been as much part of these things as Master Jinn for sure had been.

Just as a small sigh was going to escape his throat, but his eyes widened in wonder as Obi's hand began to move. Ever so slowly it crept closer to him, until as if of its own accord, Obi's fingers softly caressed over Bruck's lap until they finally clasped hands. The focused look on Obi-Wan's face did not change. In fact, Bruck was uncertain if Obi was even aware of what he had done. He tightened his hold on Obi-Wan's hand and smiled deliriously as Obi's features glowed and his sorrow for his severed training bond and the loss of braid disappeared.

With a thump of his gimmer stick, the volume and reverberation of which Yoda amplified through the Force, he declared the Padawans fully knighted. A wave of elation passed through the Council hall, appropriated and re-decorated for the occasion. Qui-Gon sought his apprentice and caught the boy in a bone-melting embrace. Obi dazedly looked into the flushed and familiar face, the lines he admired and had watched intensify through the years, and he almost fainted with happiness.

"Obi-Wan, I am so proud of you," Qui-Gon touched the bald spot on the right side of Obi's head, the severed braid glinting gold on the Master's wrist.

Qui-Gon will always remain his Master, in a way, thought Obi-Wan with a sweet warmth in his Centre.

"You're the achievement of my life." Qui-Gon smiled.

"And you're my Master forever!" Obi-Wan exclaimed excitedly, squeezing the older man hard and kissing him all over his face. "I am so happy, Master!"

The entire hall about them was doing the same thing. Waves of Euphoria erupted as former Masters and Apprentices embraced, shook hands or exchanged long deep kisses. Floods of Jedi crushed into one another, the new knights bumping into each other intentionally out of sheer excitement. Bruck was pressed into Obi-Wan's back, Obi-Wan was entangled with his Master, and Qui-Gon had the air pressed out of him at the sight of Obi-Wan's glittering eyes. With conviction as his guide Qui-Gon decided that *this* was the moment to kiss his apprentice.

Thump! A heavy blow landed on Qui-Gon's shin and he felt small hands clamber onto his back.

"Save me, you will from these young beings!" Yoda was almost mind-whammying the tall Master. "Carry me out before the door is locked."

"I guess." Suddenly bashful Qui-Gon sighed and gave Obi-Wan one last squeeze on the shoulder. "...I'll see you later then."

"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan grinned, bouncing in Bruck's arms who had gracefully taken over from where Qui-Gon had left off with his young Apprentice.

Qui-Gon's spirit lifted at the title and he let Yoda ride him out of the hall. At the end of the steps, Qui-Gon hesitated for a brief moment and turned to say goodbye, only to see that endearing Knight Bruck slam the doors shut with an apologetic look on his face.

"I will deliver the message," Bruck was able to re-assuredly yell back at Qui-Gon before he at last closed the doors to the Knighting bash.

Obi-Wan wandered to a table in the centre of the hall and suddenly his jaw dropped to the floor. He raised his brows and scrutinised the figure before him: A tall Jedi Knight, broad shoulders, slim waist, long humanoid legs. A green lightsaber in his hand erect, and frozen, the whole 6'4" of him nude and cast in melt-in-the-mouth Jello ice, in short - it was more seductive the Dark Side. This was too good to pass up, Obi-Wan decided as his mouth watered, swallowing hard, and waving the offered spoon away .

"NO!" Bruck's eyes widened with horror when he saw his boyfriend lick his pink lips and smile up lasciviously at the table decoration. Without further hesitation, Bruck used Force speed to shove his way through the revelling Knights, dodging spilt drinks and interested grins. Obi-Wan was not listening to his loud protests, he was in a dazed state and beyond help. In slow motion, Bruck watched as Obi stuck out his pointed tongue and licked along a fruity flavoured thigh.

"MMMMmmmm..." Obi-Wan moaned with pleasure. "Korlllll..'nd...'weet..."

Skidding to a stop, Bruck rolled his eyes inwardly.

Outwardly, he had regained his more-mature-than-first-year-Knight stoicism. Holding his hands together behind his back, he straightened to his full height and smiled a little.

"Obi, Hon?" Bruck gave a curt nod. "Tastes good?"

Slurping loudly and moving up the glistening thigh, Obi-Wan's answer was an enthusiastic writhing of his back muscles and a small buck of his hips.

Bruck tried not to snigger or come at the image. Obi-Wan grinned slyly and flattened his tongue to cover the rising buttocks he was about to meet and his wriggling tongue began to caress the crease that joined leg to rump. The Jedi Master was 100% fruit juice and very delicious indeed.

However, Bruck knew from his own painful experience that the statue was also made with melt-resistant ice as it was meant to be slowly chipped up and tossed into punches instead of greedily devoured by a human tongue. Obi-Wan soon realised this as well.

"..'Ruck! I'm stuck!" Obi-Wan squirmed, his hands gripping the Ice Jedi's hips.

"Let me help," Bruck chuckled with as much fake sympathy as he could muster. "Hold still,I'll cut you loose", he said as he injected a command for calm in his voice and ignited his lightsaber.

Obi-Wan had a stricken statement on his face as he frantically gestured "no" with his hands, his long blond lashes flattering and his face red with fury.

The colour melted Bruck's heart. Chuckling, he deactivated his lightsaber and ran his hand over Obi-Wan's head and back in one fluid stroke to calm him. Inching closer to Obi's face, Bruck heard a small whimper of "..urts" before his lips caressed the corner of the young Knight's mouth.

Carefully, Bruck pressed his tongue against the edge of Obi's connection with the ice, drizzling a mouthful of Corellian brandy over the seam. Then he patiently pecked at the cool flesh and warmed it, melting the ice with fast, wet strokes until Obi gave a loud gasp and broke free.

The young Knight blushed fiercely when he had the tongue put back in his mouth and looked down mutely at his boots, brows tightening a little with discomfort as he tried to regain consciousness in the numb organ. Bruck chuckled

softly, then took Obi's face into his hands, staring passionately into the clear blue eyes. "I love you", he continued and sucked Obi-Wan's tongue into his mouth.

"ENOUGH!" A low growl broke their reverence and Obi-Wan was brutally wrenched away and out of Bruck's arms by a strange newcomer to the celebration.

As Obi's hands slipped out of Bruck's sash Qui-Gon's letter that Bruck had stashed there and forgotten, fell to the ground, momentarily unnoticed.

Bruck wiped back his moon-white hair and glowered silently at the stranger:

A tall Knight, dressed in graduation finery, yet much older than his year-mates. A very beautiful, pale face with ebony hair that
contrasted Bruck's distinctively. A pointed chin that was almost nymph-like and a long elegantly straight nose. Thin, faintly hued lips were tucked at the corners with dismay. And there were a pair of startlingly sharp blue eyes, like chips of natural ice floating on Hoth seas. Both Obi-Wan and Bruck were

awestruck by the sight for a second. But as Bruck's glance swept over Xanatos, he wasn't assessing him for attractiveness. Rather, Bruck looked at the posture that hinted of powerful muscles, a quick reflex and plenty of grace. If that strange Knight wanted his Obi, it was going to be a tough fight and really as a gatekeeper he shouldn't be getting into this at all.

Obi-Wan wasn't really as reckless as he liked to be with Bruck. He trusted the older Knight and loved him sincerely, devotedly, but Bruck was very hard on himself, he was too focused on tactics and missions and saving the galaxy. So Obi found whatever chances he could to show Bruck that he could have fun whilst doing that. Obi loved teasing the steadfast Knight and to sometimes throw him into helpless fits of lust. Now, for no apparent reason, this oddly familiar intruder seemed to have a grievance with them kissing Obi-Wan, and latter had more sense than to think Bruck was two-timing him, so this man was either intoxicated (even if he looked awfully alert) or it was a misunderstanding. His Master had always taught him to reason before he fought, even if Obi and Bruck were more than able to adequately handle an opponent like this Knight.

First step to negotiation, Obi-Wan thought quickly was to take on the roles of 'good Jedi' and 'bad Master'. Loudly Obi-Wan groaned in the stranger's grasp and slipped out of the hold on his shoulder, ducking behind Bruck.

"Soldier Boy!" Obi-Wan nudged Bruck in his ribs. "That Knight is glaring at me."

"It's all right," Bruck said evenly and met Xanatos with his eyes, hand poised over his lightsaber.

Xanatos did not have a weapon, no one did but the gatekeeper. But Xanatos was incensed and frustrated. This knight with that distinctly white hair and those flashing blue eyes - Xanatos was more that certain that this was the same man he had seen kissing with Qui-Gon in the hallway. And the red-blond young man Qui-Gon's lover was sucking the life out of, looked a lot like...

"Obi-Wan Kenobi?" Xanatos shuddered at the name and had his speculation confirmed by a pair of challenging green eyes. "You're his new Padawan! How could you?"

At this point a large crowd gather about them, amongst them Bant, half dazed from seaweed and loudly cheering and hollering with the other rioting Knights.

That voice was more familiar, *too* familiar indeed, Obi-Wan thought. In a flashing movement, he somersaulted backwards and flipped his body over the ice statue, breaking the lightsaber from the decoration and held it in a defensive pose as he landed in between Bruck and the threatening Knight.

"Xanatos," Obi-Wan hissed.

"Wait!" Bruck called, in a serious commanding tone that made Obi-Wan pause. "He's not armed. We don't fight an unarmed fellow Jedi."

"He's not a Jedi!" Obi-Wan flashed his teeth at Xanatos. "He's an impostor! He's Xanatos, Qui-Gon's old Padawan...SITH!"

At that, Bant and the rest of the party broke into flabbergasted laughter. Xanatos raised a bemused eyebrow and almost smiled.

"Obi, heart," Bruck whispered to his boyfriend. "Naboo was a fictional trial remember?

*So* was Xanatos' turning."

Obi-Wan went stiff.

"And," Xanatos added, no longer able to suppress his smile, "whilst that flying thing looked very good, I am really not frightened of an albeit very large ice pop."

With more humour than anyone else would have managed under the situation, Obi-Wan twirled the ice pole in his hand, using his signature move, and then threw it away grinning sheepishly.

"I forgot, I had brandy!" Obi's mouth crooked into his right cheek mole endearingly.

Sadly Xanatos shook his head at Obi-Wan.

"You're going to break your Master's heart," he said to the apprentice whose romantic command over his former Master Xanatos envied.

"What?" Obi-Wan shouted, not able to hide his amazement. "But that was YOU! Oh FORCE! I forgot...again...Qui-Gon! Does he know it was just your trial? He loved you so much, he would be very happy..."

Bouncing, he jump-hugged Xanatos and congratulated him on his Knighting with kisses cheek to cheek then holding the older Knight's hand as he called him 'Xani'.

"Xani, Qui-Gon has been waiting for you forever! ...Well ..." Although Obi hesitated, his euphoric grin did not fade. "...Actually, I don't think he had a clue you'd ever come back, you Sith (a giggle). He never dated anyone after you, you know. Did you just come back for the Knighting ceremony? What the Sith are you doing *here*? You should be headed straight for Master's quarters, jumping him! It's been quite a few years, you know, that man's lack of sexual activity should be considered a planetary emergency..."

Xanatos stared at Obi-Wan's animated face and grimaced at the bone-crushing handgrip. Helplessly he cast his eyes to the white-haired Knight.

"I'm Bruck Chun," the young man introduced himself. "I'm Obi-Wan's..."

"He's my boyfriend," Obi-Wan chirped in his running dialogue. "...Yeesh, Master's very good looking, you know? Hugely endowed, I've seen it, on missions and all that...he always wakes up hard! I know because we share a bed sometimes, for warmth or comfort, whatever...has nightmares about you all the time, needs lots of hugs...did I mention he was tall, too?...silly me, of course you knew...what I'm trying to say is...you really should go to
him *now*..."

Bruck kept quiet because he was blushing furiously and feeling warm and fuzzy in a very un-knightly way. He was always the one mentally referring to Obi-Wan as his boyfriend, but had never said it aloud, because, well, he didn't want Obi to think he was going too fast.

"Don't be silly," Obi-Wan waved a hand distractedly in Bruck's general direction and continued bombarding Xani. "...Not that *I am* interested in him or anything...I mean he's great!...but sorta grumpy you know?...NO! By the Force he is not old, you should see him fight! Totally drool-worthy...wait? Why am * I * not going for him? (gets a look from Bruck)....right (silly grin)...it's just that he's so obviously in love with the memory of you. . . like when he looks at me and sighs sometimes....he wants *you*, he just doesn't know it..."

"Obi. Obi!" Obi-Wan turned at last to look at a ecstatic Bruck.

"You've been hearing me!" Bruck crushed him into a tight embrace.

"Of course I could hear..." Obi-Wan stuttered at last. "...Oh Force! It can't be...but...we're so young..."

"SOUL BOND!!!" Bant was squealing, then hiccupped and slipped, splattering to the floor at their feet.

"Your Master has been seeing your boyfriend, Obi-Wan!" Xanatos managed to break into the conversation at last.

"WHAT?!" Two sets of eyes looked up at that - Bruck was incredulous, Obi-Wan was...very interested.

"I saw him kiss you in the corridor," Xanatos muttered in a more controlled manner to Bruck. "I'm sorry, but I just couldn't let you two hurt him like this..."

"That..." Bruck looked enlightened at last and clapped Xanatos over the shoulder. "...was a congratulation present for Obi! ...Along with a letter..."

Bruck fumbled with his sash and began to frown. "Speaking of which, I seem to have..."

"LOVE LETTER TO OBI!" Bant shouted again, having gathered herself off of the floor again, waving the parcel of paper she found on the floor. She seemed incapable of any other volume in her hyper, weed-fed state.

"Bant!" Obi tried to grab it. "It's just the standard nice-to-train-you note, give it back!"

"NO!" Bant giggled, bubbles of champagne running out of her mouth as she, laughing, clambered onto the central table. Summoning the discarded ice-pop lightsaber with what must be the Drunken Force, she banged it loudly on the table and called for the attention of everyone in the hall.

Then, putting an arm around the ice statue baring distinctive similarities to a famous Jedi Master, she declared she would read "MASTER QUI-GON JINN'S LOVE LETTER TO OBI-WAN KENOBI!!"

"It's NOT a love letter!" Obi-Wan protested, but was heckled to shush as everyone wanted to hear what he was trying to hide.

"OH YEAH?!" Bant opened the piece of paper and began to read.

"Dear Obi-Wan, Padawan the third: You have been a joy to teach..."

Bant continued to the calls of wolf-whistles

"And a pleasure to watch grow through the years..."

// Ah Oh... // Obi-Wan thought to himself.

"Yes, Padawan, I have looked on you with love and desire."

The room erupted into yells of "At last!" "About time!" "Didn't he always?!"

// I have a bad feeling about this // Obi-Wan frowned.

"And I can't express my love for you in any other form than poetry," Bant read with gasping excitement.

// NNNNNNNNnnnnnnOOOoooooooo!!!!! //

The Obi March
 
 

Look at the Gungans wave
Anakin! Throw pom-poms!
As I try to win your love
Amidala's heart go bom-bom!
Cos...
Obi, Obi, you're so fine
You blow my mind
Oh Obi!
Oh Obi!
Look at the Siths move
Double sabres go twirl-twirl
Swaying them little black hips
Obi-Wan makes us horn-horn!
Obi, Obi, you're so fine
You blow my mind
Oh Obi!
Oh Obi!
I've done some meditating
Yoda says try not, do do!
And now I ask you Knight
Would you be mine mine?
Cos...
Obi, Obi, you're so fine
You blow my mind
Oh Obi!
Oh Obi!

A Deliberation Upon Beloved Eyes

My heart is red and your eyes are green
The laundry droid said, my sheets'll never be clean
Roses are red and now your eyes are blue
Oh I wish to the Force that you had a clue
Your lips are rouge and your eyes sort of hazel
Read the next poem to complete the puzzle...."

An Ode To Obi

Oh Obi! Oh Force!
Your pout is fair as a rose
It makes me need a cold hose
Oh Obi! Oh Force!
Please don't think this gross
For you alone my sabre grows
Oh Obi! Oh Force!
You walk like a pleasure lass
And it makes me wanna fuck your..."

"AAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Obi-Wan tore the letter out of Bant's hands, stuffed it into Xani's chest with a quick "YOU deserve this, not me" and ran for the door.

"Obi! Wait!" Bruck ran after him.

Xanatos bit his lips and followed a moment later. What he found on the other end of the open door made him freeze in his tracks. Qui-Gon Jinn stood dumbfounded, his hands tucked under his arms as Obi-Wan and Bruck ran past.

Xanatos stepped out of the shadows of the doorway and approached his old Master. The gaze that slowly met his, after he called Qui-Gon several times, stabbed him in the gut with its sorrow.

"Hello Master, I've come back..." Xanatos said quietly

Qui-Gon was frozen with shock for a moment. Then as his Jedi training came back, with one fluid movement, he caught Xanatos in a death grip to his neck. Xanatos couldn't breathe, but the warmth of Qui-Gon's chest felt so good against his. He was going to be killed for Yoda's negligence to tell Qui-Gon about his successful trial, yet all he could think about was how arousing his Master's hair brushing over his cheeks were. Then he was suddenly released and his back pushed hard into a corner, with Qui-Gon holding him by the throat. Xanatos closed his eyes and resigned himself to the will of theForce.

"What are you doing here?!" Qui-Gon hissed, looking around them to make sure no one was about, then let go of Xanatos and taking a step back away from him.

His hand hovering over his lightsaber, he said the most beautiful three words Xanatos had ever heard.

"Leave. Now. Padawan."

It sounded to Xanatos as loud as a thunderclap, it articulated Qui-Gon's undying feelings for him, that the Master was willing to protect him from the Jedi, from Qui-Gon himself.

"Master?" Xanatos whispered.

"I don't know what you're doing here Xanatos," Qui-Gon said through gritted teeth. "No matter what Obi-Wan decides to do with my love for him, I will never Turn like you did!"

"I know that!" Xanatos nodded. "I'm not here to recruit for the Sith..."

"So get out, now!" Qui-Gon interjected harshly, then he took off his robe and roughly tugged it around his Sith Padawan.

"You'll never get out alive if you're seen Xani," he continued. "I'll walk you to the hanger bay and project calm about you."

The protective offer warmed Xanatos even more than Qui-Gon's robes..

"You don't look calm, Master," Xanatos said from the depth of the warm hood.

"I..." Qui-Gon sighed and waved his hand with an ironic look. "I'm having a bad Padawan day. So shut up and walk before I lose my patience and skewer you."

"Because Obi-Wan is taken?" Xanatos smiled warily as he felt the tip of Qui-Gon's deactivated lightsaber pressed into his back, behind his heart, concealed under the Master's wide sleeves. "You've always wanted Obi-Wan."

Xanatos couldn't help but sound miserable.

"Xani, are you here to take care of my personal life instead of seeking the destruction of the Temple?" Qui-Gon smirked wolfishly, and pushed him on.

"Either way, its annoying. And I didn't *want* him, I *love* him. Like I loved you a very long time ago."

The confession was as quiet as a whisper, but Xanatos did not miss it. He felt the hurt and anger roiling over Qui-Gon face and was touched by the vehemence of these emotions. Obi-Wan was right. His Master hadn't gotten over * him *, Xani, at all. Xanatos made up his mind to heal the damage.

"Well," Xanatos shrugged and turned to face Qui-Gon, ignoring the sudden flicker of a killer impulse in Qui-Gon's aura. Xanatos took the head of the lightsaber and gently pulled it towards his chest.

"Then we've come to an impasse..." He looked into Qui-Gon's eyes and after a second had passed without a sound, he sighed. "...Because I'm still in love with you."

Qui-Gon's eyes widened with disbelief, both his hands moved into the position for a Force push, pain shooting through his heart, his entire body, looking in bewilderment at the man he once, or maybe even NOW, loved.

"Will you stop at nothing to hurt me?" He growled at Xanatos.

In response, Xanatos took a small step backwards, raising his hands to indicate that he meant no harm, and slowly reached down into his sash.

Qui-Gon watched his movements with intense scrutiny, but did nothing to try and stop Xanatos. From his sash Xani retrieved a small data cube.

"Master Yoda gave me this, in case we cut it too close during the trials or for when you've passed it. To explain things," Xanatos pressed down on the cube and a holograme of Yoda appeared.

With a knowing nod, Xanatos fast-forwarded through the pre-recorded message, where Yoda's voice was obviously superimposed by Master Windu for grammatical correctness.

"Master Qui-Gon Jinn, it is my pleasure to announce that you have..." the green puppet paused. With a sheepish grin Xanatos selected the 'Pass' option, with a soft buzz the picture unfroze and continued.

"...Passed your retrial. The content of which was an assessment of your ability to remain on the side of the Light and functional in its service despite the difficult scenario presented to you. You were aware of this phase as a decadal occurrence, but were not informed of the specifics so that we could obtain your genuine responses. The Temple is therefore not liable to any compensation claims...negligence claims...premature greying compensation..."

The green puppet grinned wickedly as he made his disclaimer, then added a personal message with his own unique scratchy voice.

"Told you your future is poodoo, I did. Lied, I did. Trust me, you should not, after knowing me so long, Padawan. Love to tease tall beings I do, tall you are. And remember you should, that keep Knights true to their causes, trials do; and kept you off Council's back it did also, for ten years as you trained Obi-Wan, and proud of him you must be. May the Force be with you, Qui-Gon. Now go, enjoy what the Force has in stall for you." Yoda ended with a smug little grin as the holo-image blinked out.

Qui-Gon had knelt down during the playing of the holo-image as formalities demanded of a Knight on his re-knighting. Xanatos caressed the rigid line of the Master's shoulders with his gaze and in a quietly reverent voice asked

"May I do the honour?"

"Yes Xanatos," Qui-Gon's voice was deep with emotion, his back rigid and head bowed low.

Xanatos leaned over him and gently undid the tie at the top of Qui-Gon's head. Slowly, Xanatos ran his hand through the Master's hair and teased them apart, brushing them to fall naturally about Qui-Gon's face.

"On behalf of the Light, I announce your heart free, your intentions true and your trial over, Qui-Gon Jinn. You have now distinguished truth from fiction and sorrow from peace." Xanatos' hand slipped down to smooth over Qui-Gon's forehead. "It's over, Master, but you're still not happy, are you?"

Qui-Gon let his former Padawan tilt his face up and Xanatos' heart sunk at the sight of the overly soft and wet gaze.

"How will the Force make it up to me, Xani, all these years I ached for your Turning," Qui-Gon lowered his eyes again and quietly added "Look at me, an old man with nothing for company but his self pity."

As Xanatos took in a shuddering breath at Qui-Gon's words, he rubbed his thumb over the man's soft warm lips. His Master was a core of power, a personification of the Force itself, as beautiful and perhaps even more so with his human passion and flaws. Xanatos leaned down to kiss the soft brows to tell him that, letting his lips linger on the crooked nose, then slowly proceeded to caress the salty canals that were such a distinctive feature of his Master's smile and sighed with pleasure when at last his lips ghosted over Qui-Gon's.

Qui-Gon gave a small 'oh' and a moment later began to kiss back. Murmuring 'My Xani' with disbelief, he turned his head slightly so he was able to touch the man's cheeks, and then chastely let his lips wander/brush gently over Xani's mouth. His right hand came up reflexively when the small touch seemed to spark electricity between their lips. Nervously, Qui-Gon opened his eyes and sighed again at the sight of Xanatos' relaxed profile, his eyes closed, lashes flattering with emotion and swollen lips slightly parted.

// I love you Master, I hope that is of some consolation. //

Xanatos sent along the old training bond that Qui-Gon had thought would never be used again, yet there it was, rekindled and responsive like when he had first taken Xanatos as his own, remade in that second through Xani's love.

// Yes, Xani. // Qui-Gon thought he'd better do something before Xani saw his reddened eyes. So clumsily, he sealed his lips to his former Padawan's and pushed forward with his tongue. He tasted of Xanatos, as the Knight's tongue dappled spots of sweetness over his, and Xani sucked lightly on the tip of his tongue, caressing under it as well, reminding Qui-Gon of how intimate a kiss can be. He moaned happily as he felt Qui-Gon's awe-inspiring erection jab into his stomach and wrapped his arms about his Master's neck. It was going to be a hard walk back to Qui-Gon's quarters.

After the disaster with Bant's reading of his Master's private message to him, Obi-Wan had fled straight to the quarters he had been sharing with Qui-Gon for almost 10 years now. Bruck was at his heels, trying to talk to his lover, trying to understand what in Sith Hell was going on with his Obi. After his fruitless chase they had ended up here - in Qui-Gon's bedroom!

For a brief moment Bruck spared a glance around the room and smiled as he spied the cream cake sitting right next to the enormous bed onto which Obi-Wan let himself drop in utter frustration. Without deigning either the cake or Bruck with a glance, Obi  just sat there, starring into the void, not moving a muscle.

"Cake? From your Master, for a certain honour student EVERYONE is running after, maybe?" Bruck tried to prompt a reaction from his companion but nothing seemed to distract Obi-Wan from fixing his eyes on a spot in the distance, somewhere behind Bruck who stood in front of Obi. When Bruck moved, Obi-Wan's gaze did not.

"Obi, are you ever going to speak to me again?" Bruck sighed at the stubborn look on his love's face.

"No." Obi-Wan sighed grudgingly. "Never."

"I love you," Bruck smiled down at Obi-Wan fondly.

"Thanks," Obi-Wan muttered. Bruck sat down next to the testy young man and protectively draped his arms over Obi-Wan's chest from behind.

"You want to talk about it?" Bruck asked.

"What's there to talk about?" Obi-Wan answered sarcastically. "My own Master, the one I lusted after for years confesses he wants me and now all I want to do is die."

"If it helps, I lusted after him too," Bruck murmured, not sure how that would help.

"Well, now you can't!" Obi-Wan lasciviously smiled at him in response. "You're mine."

"So what is it Kenobi?" Bruck rocked Obi-Wan a little. "Fess up. Was it the bad poetry or the fact that it was so public?"

"Neither," Obi-Wan sighed. "I'm not upset over that. Actually, I am. Bant is so going to have her 17th birthday holovids played during a council meeting by accident. But its not that. I've hurt Qui-Gon. Did you see the look on his face when we ran out together? Did you see how beautifully happy he was? Then, when he saw us and finally understood, he *still* tried to look happy. I hurt him."

"Obi-Wan..." Bruck said softly and turned his face away. "...I'll understand if you decide to go to Qui-Gon now. Really I would! It'll hurt but if you'll be happier with than without him..."

"No!" Obi-Wan turned Bruck's face to him, looking hard into Bruck's eyes he shook his head vehemently, until Bruck nodded agreement.

With a sad smile, Obi-Wan leaned forward to kiss Bruck, softly caressing his tongue over his lover's lips, his fingers lightly/playfully dancing over Bruck's nape, until desire imploded in the young men's brain. They entangled themselves on the large bed, forgetting for a moment that it was Qui-Gon's.

"Oh Force, Xani!" Qui-Gon collapsed onto the carpet of the common room, Xanatos' legs wrapped about his waist, their erections rubbing together as they rolled about, kissing and groping blindly. "Bed. Now."

"I don't think I'll make it," Xanatos laughed and buried his face in Qui-Gon's long hair. "I'm going to come before then."

"No you won't," Qui-Gon slapped him on his hips and used his Master's voice. "Get up young man, and undress yourself, top speed!"

Xanatos purred under the familiar tone and struggled to get himself and his Master to the bedroom for some badly needed further explorations.

"Fuck!" Bruck hissed into Obi-Wan's ear.

"MMmmmmmmm...yes please! Fuck me...here..." Obi-Wan panted, bucking off the rocking bed.

"No, FUCK, your Master's back! With Xanatos!" Bruck tore himself away from his lover and pulled a dazed Obi-Wan off the crumpled sheets. "Oh Force! What do we do?"

Obi-Wan swallowed his protesting groan as reality flooded back into his brain, the sound of stumbling footsteps very close at the door.

"The closet!" They managed to tuck and roll into the full-length closet in Qui-Gon's room. Hidden behind Qui-Gon's old robes, drawing  the closet doors closed, Obi-Wan and Bruck watched breathlessly as Qui-Gon palmed open the door to his bedroom and urgently shoved in someone along with him ... Xanatos!

Obi-Wan's eyes widened and Bruck's grip on his hips tightened when, through the partially opened door of the closet, they saw what Qui-Gon was doing with Xanatos. They were undressed to the waist. Robes and sabres fell in a heap at the foot of the bed. Obi-Wan had seen Qui-Gon topless before, but this was different. With a thump, the  two older men had landed on Qui-Gon's large bed, kissing and groping frantically.

"Oh my," Qui-Gon whispered, as Xanatos kissed a trail of fire down the centre of his chest. Xanatos pealed away his leggings and freed his weeping erection, which he teasingly ignored. Instead, Qui-Gon felt long fingers rubbing along his cleft, with a sultry smile, he lifted his hips and pulled up his knees. "That's just what I wanted, Xani."

Then, Qui-Gon's blue eyes glazed over and his head slumped to the side as he felt soft licking all over his cock, and a loud moan followed by a gasped 'ah' was heard.

"Mmmmmmm!" Qui-Gon whimpered.

"Huh?!" Xani's mouth released his cock and he looked at the closet by Qui-Gon's bed.

"Wh...what?" Qui-Gon grumped at the inattention, then chuckled and moaned at the same time. "Dress up later...this now..."

Pouting, Qui-Gon lifted his hips higher and presented his straining erection to Xani's attention. Xanatos shuddered at the needy gesture. Qui-Gon was good when he was all masterly and serene but by the Force - he was even better when he was being a huge slut. He dove between the Master's leg and began to suck in earnest now, and this time he heard the twin moans again. . . coming even louder from the closet. Xanatos reached into the Force and his eyes narrowed as he discovered the two familiar presences in the room with them. A wicked smile came to play on his lips.

"Qui-Gon, I want to hear you," Xanatos requested in a husky voice. "I want
to hear you as I enter you. . ."

Looking down at the man who would now beg him for anything, Xani simultasneously used the Force to quickly open the closet and see two amazed young men topple al over themselves and out of their hiding place, right in front of the two men on the bed. He had to smile to himself - oh my, were those two aroused or what?

Qui-Gon was beside himself. "Obi-Wan!", he gasped, trying to get up and hide his state of undress, shouting. "Oh Force, what are you doing here?!"

"Nothing! ...Now." Obi-Wan croaked abashedly. He would have tried to cover his erection as well had he not had his hands full with Bruck.

Bruck, the oh so stoic, powerful, bullish youth was a dribbling mess in Obi-Wan's arms, his brain fried by the heated action around him. Qui-Gon squirmed as the Knight let his hot, blue eyes linger persistently on his erection which  promptly bobbed to attention. Obi-Wan shook his head with exasperation. Sure, his cock hurt like hell as well, and there wasn't any blood left in his head, either. All he could do was stammer some sort of excuse, which ended up making their situation even worse. All Obi could do was to repeat a mantra that he found particularly helpful in this situation - thanks to all the little exercises in self-control his Master had been hammering into his head.

". . .I am not my penis, I am not my penis. . ." the sound of Obi-Wan's unconscious chanting echoed in the room.

Xanatos lifted an amused eyebrow.

"So. . ." Qui-Gon looked around the room.

Bruck gave another whimper of desire, wanting so much to suck the Master's impressive cock.

". . .I am not my penis. . .I am not. . .oh COME ON!" Obi-Wan gave up on his litany and pointed to Qui-Gon  and Xanatos: "You're hot! I'm hot! He's hot, and him too! If this was Cute-Jedi Porn. . ."

"We'd be fucking like THIS!" Bruck shouted triumphantly and dove to capture Qui-Gon's erection, like a suicidal fish going for bait.

Qui-Gon bucked off the bed instantaneously. Now three bodies began to writhe on the Master's bed in earnest. Qui-Gon lay reposed, prey to the two knights, one deep-throating his cock the other slowly preparing him with slender long fingers which he had covered with some cream from the cake near the bed. Xanatos bit on his lips to keep himself under some semblance of
control as he stretched Qui-Gon, taking his index and middle finger out of the Master, he placed both into his mouth, licking off the remaining cream and coating them with saliva. Bruck looked up from his own pleasurable tasks and caught Xanatos' hand. Closing his eyes, Bruck suckled on Xanatos' fingers, moaning at the taste of Qui-Gon and Xanatos shuddered and kissed
Bruck, licking a drop of Qui-Gon's pre-cum from his full, dark upper-lip. Qui-Gon watched through half lidded eyes and moaned softly at the sight. In an instant two sets of blue eyes blazed over his face and both smiled wickedly at him.

Qui-Gon was screaming as Xani's fingers entered him again, he was hoarse and shaking and breaking into wild sweating, but still he could not find release. Three fingers tortured him, jabbing into his prostate randomly and two mouths, two tongues sucked, licked and swiped over his cock and scrotum. Xanatos and Bruck were kissing each other as they kissed his cock, Qui-Gon gave a guttural groaned when a fourth finger was added. They were up to something, probably a plan to murder Qui-Gon in the most exquisite way possible. Qui-Gon's cock throbbed painfully, he begged the Knights to suck him harder, his strong hips jerking in strong thrusts, but although the tongues teased him, they would not milk him. Desperate, Qui-Gon searched for the one person who had always helped him in life and death situations. The one person he could trust in a 'fight' against Xanatos and Bruck.

Obi-Wan Kenobi. Obi-Wan Kenobi who had stood by his side through dangers and MORE dangers, Obi-Wan Kenobi, beloved apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi who was. . . petting his rock-hard penis looking at him with sultrily, pinching his own
plump nipples.

"Mastah," Qui-Gon heard the slurring words. "I've got a hard one for you."

Before he could reply yea or nay, Obi-Wan was painting a wet outline of his Master's mouth with the tip of his engorged cock. Qui-Gon flushed red from head to toe. His Padawan caressed his jaw with his free left hand.

"Open up," Obi-Wan sounded as if he was talking down to someone dim-witted, and to be honest, Qui-Gon wasn't capable of any great philosophising at this moment either.

Obi-Wan smiled in wonder at how trusting his Master looked at that moment, blue eyes innocently wide, full of longing and passion, his lower body thrashing but his head was still as can be. Slowly, Qui-Gon opened his mouth, Obi-Wan placed his cock right over Qui-Gon's mouth, about half an inch away. Qui-Gon blinked helplessly, his eyes trained on the twitching
flesh and slowly, he lifted his head straining to reach the cock. With a teasing smile, Obi-Wan moved a fraction out of the way. Qui-Gon whimpered in dismay, and grunted as Xanatos' cock easily entered him down below thanks to all the cake cream he had thoughtfully spread all over his cock. Moaning, Qui-Gon tried again, Xanatos was setting a gruelling pace down there, and
Bruck was taking a leg and hefting it over his shoulder. . . Qui-Gon felt his world and his lust explode with pleasure, and the Force threatening to tear him apart as a SECOND cock entered him, stretching him and both slid slickly in and out of his tight passage. At the same time, Obi-Wan took the opportunity of his distraction and pushed his cock all the way down Qui-Gon's willing throat.

The Master sighed inwardly, the young man tasted so good, salty and moist and very hard, the cock bobbing in and out of his mouth as Qui-Gon ran his taunt lips over it's delicate skin. Obi-Wan was gasping loudly, his eyes fixed on Qui-Gon's. Qui-Gon sucked the hot meat into his mouth and Obi-Wan's hand cupped the back of his head, his fingers twisting in the luxuriant
bundle of hair as he threw his head back hissing "Yes, oh Master, yes!" But Xanatos' and Bruck's cocks were sending searing pleasure jolts all the way up his spine and Qui-Gon felt his over-taxed muscles unable to keep up any sort of discipline for much longer, he looked up at Obi-Wan helplessly. His Padawan looked down through his long auburn lashes as Qui-Gon's head began to weigh more and more in his hand and his mouth moved slower.

"It's okay, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan smiled and whispered comfortingly. "Just relax, we'll take care of you, Master."

Saying so, he let Qui-Gon's head rest down on the bed, pillowed on his arm and pushed forward with his trim hips, thrusting his cock deeply into Qui-Gon's soft throat. Qui-Gon breathed as best as he could through his nose, and moaned with ecstasy. It felt so good, penetrated everywhere, pleasure everywhere, only his cock was left alone in the cool air, glistening with pre-cum like a beacon.

Obi-Wan moaned each time he pushed into the Master's throat, perspiration soon covering his golden,, sweet body as his pubic hair was all tossled by bodily excretions of just all imaginable sorts, giving it a tint of cherry red that soon crept form the base of his cock up to his smooth chest.

"So good, Qui-Gon, you're so good," Obi-Wan cried liltingly, and the grunts of the two Knights penetrating Qui-Gon was a heated beat underneath the musical whimpering.

Qui-Gon almost thought the Force had conspired with these men he loved  to repay him for all his heart ache in one shattering orgasm. He was close ... oh so close and yet just a fraction away from it.

"Bruck, Xani," Qui-Gon heard Obi-Wan call out to them huskily.

Stuttering grunts answered.

"Please," Obi-Wan shook, and the vibration ran down Qui-Gon's throat, along his spine and into his cock. So fucking good. "Turn him around."

Qui-Gon sobbed when the cocks left him, without them, his lower body felt boneless and inert. Four hands gently turned him over. Xanatos scattered quick, tender kisses over Qui-Gon's lower back, then moved lower, over his opening. Qui-Gon heard himself moan loudly when Xanatos' tongue lapped his opening. Obi-Wan faced Qui-Gon in a kneeling position. Xanatos  sucked lightly at his puckered opening and Qui-Gon hissed in startled surprise. An amused chuckle vibrated along his inner thigh in reaction.

"On your hands and knees, Master," Obi-Wan said in a deceptively calm voice.

Qui-Gon shuddered and used all his masterly training to do as his Obi wished. Bruck peeked over Obi-Wan's shoulder and muttered shyly. "I can't believe we're doing this."

Obi-Wan looked down at his alarming erection and his Master's kiss-swollen lips a breath away and shook his head grinning. "Little Obi can."

Qui-Gon licked his lips and mischievously looked at Obi-Wan, grinning "Big Master Rod agrees."

"I don't have a name for ... it." Xanatos said, his voice sounding funny, like a Gungan with a stun tongue as, well, his tongue was indeed caught in something.

Two baritones and Obi-Wan's distinct tenor snickered.

"Fine," Xanatos grinned sheepishly. "It's called Darth Big."

Qui-Gon only snorted amused Xanatos growled and with a sudden move crammed Darth Bis into the one who dared to laugh at it's Sithly title. Qui-Gon howled and took dear little Obi into his mouth, sucking fervently to each impassioned stroke. Obi-Wan rocked back onto Bruck and a seething chain of sensation erupted into action.

They next did it with Obi-Wan at the bottom, Qui-Gon in him, Bruck in Qui-Gon and Xanatos in Bruck.

They did it with Xanatos in between Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon.

They did it with Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon in a 69 and both being fucked silly in the spare ends. They filled each other, with love, devotion and lots of cum - the cycle was complete.

In short, they did it enough times they could have filled two 180minute tapes with Cute-Jedi Porn. And when it was time to come, boy did they come! Initiates had to be told banthas were slaughtered for the Cantina, Council members had their hands full trying to explain away these disturbances felt in the Force that night. Only truly stupid people believed a word of these
excuses. "Graduating, they are," Yoda told the indignant Council, ears twitching in rhythm to the slight shaking of the Temple foundations. "Lock in it is, for them."

"But Master Yoda, they're going to level the Temple with all that thumping!" Mace Windu said worriedly.

"Build a new, better one we will, from the video sales," Yoda smiled knowing his Padawan and his "grand Padawans" were having the time of their lives. They became one that night - they were not Master, Knight or Padawan but simply Jedi. Jedi in love, in lust and, come morning, in a lot of pain but it was so worth it! AND they were so cute doing it!

The End:)