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Categories: O/Q, PWP, Point of View, BDSM

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: nope, none what so ever

Disclaimers: Damn George, he is the lucky owner of these two wonderful Jedi. I just like to borrow and have a little fun. I will return them someday.

Warning: The title of this story came out of a story that a good friend of mine is writing in which Obi-Wan is writing smut for the padawans of the temple. Most of the titles we came up with were pretty cheesy. I decided to write a story to go along with the title. I actually have the candleholder from this story.

Feedback: Please! Please! Please let me know on-list or off, don't care either way, just let me know.

Author's Note: Thanks so much to my Master Kathi C and Grandmaster Nimori for their Betas. It really helped out with the story.

Summary: Two Jedi, a challenge, and one candleholder.

Night of the Green Frog
By: OB Kenobi

I was sitting alone in a dark room. Heavy curtains covered all of the open windows that showed the ever-twinkling lights of Coruscant, illumination that never seem to extinguish. My master left me here, awaiting his return, with nothing to do except think about what we could possibly be doing on this peaceful evening, in the early hours of the night. Lifetimes seemed to pass, sitting alone in the dark, when suddenly the door opened.

"Are you ready for me, my love?" a silky voice asked. Even in pure darkness, I could sense him and feel him. I needed his touch on my body. He came in, and lit a single candle in a green, glass frog candleholder. White light from the candle mixed with green from the glass filled the dark room, creating a soft, romantic feeling. The sudden addition of light blinded me for a second, until my eyes got used to the soft glow of the candle. I saw my master standing in the room, his large, powerful arms crossed around his broad, bare chest. His long hair flowed unhindered down his back, making me want to walk over and run my fingers through it. I started to get up from the bed, when his voice stopped me in my tracks. "No, my young Padawan, let me explain the game tonight. The candle here will burn for around eight hours. While it is burning, you are my slave. You are not allowed to do anything unless I tell you to. Tomorrow night, the situation is reversed. Then I will be your slave. Do we have an agreement?"

"Yes, Master," I replied, intrigued by the new game that we were about to play. This was going to be a long night, but exciting nonetheless.

With a slight wave of his hand, I felt my belt start to loosen. I sat there, enjoying the feeling of the Force washing over me, but also in agony, because I longed for the physical touch of my master to release me. Tossed by invisible hands, the belt soared away, and then my tunic crept down off my shoulders, showing the flesh of my chest. Phantasmal hands started to caress my body, stroking me all over the silky smoothness of my young form. My already half-hard erection started throbbing with the sensation.

"Master, please," I said, hoping that he would come to me to release me from this anguish.

"No, no, bad padawan," he mocked. "Tsk, tsk I did not say you could talk." The phantasmal caressing continued, making me long even more for that strong, powerful touch. Finally, my tunic was thrown away, leaving me with nothing on except for my boots and pants. Coherent thought abandoned me as I reveled in the touches. I tried to suppress the moans that wanted to surface from my throat. The sensations increased and my mind lost all semblance of order. A soft moan erupted from me, breaking the silence of the room.

The phantom hands stopped for a moment. Slowly, my mind came back to me. "You are overdressed my young Padawan. Please take off your boots." Standing up slowly, I took off my boots and placed them next to the bed. When I started to take off my pants, he scolded me with, "No, no, I said only the boots. The pants are mine. You have to be more observant, Padawan." The phantom hands started caressing me again, and I dissolved in the sensation all over again. I didn't even notice when he crossed the room and locked me in a powerful kiss.

With the touch of his lips against mine, I almost fell to the floor. Before I could fall, I felt my master's arms around me, holding me up. His hands reached down my back, exploring every muscle, while his lips kept me from making any sound. I felt his tongue lightly trace the outline of my lips, beckoning my mouth to open and allow our tongues to touch. I opened my mouth, and there was a sudden flurry of tongues meeting. At the same time, his hands slipped under my pants to find my hard rear underneath. A small squeeze of my cheeks tore a soft moan of pleasure from me, as I arched, bringing our bodies closer together.

His hands moved slightly and my pants were now down by my feet, freeing my hard, painful erection. Suddenly, he released my mouth. "Please step out of those." He motioned to my pants on the floor.

Still using his body for support, because my legs had turned to jelly, I lifted one foot out, then the other foot, slowly. He locked me in a kiss again, and slowly moved me over to the bed. Powerful arms lowered me down onto the soft sheets below. Then he stood up and took off his pants. I saw his erection, hard and firm, finally free from the confines of clothing.

"Come to me. I want you to pleasure me with your mouth. Make it last, otherwise I may have to punish you."

Having no choice, I obeyed my master. I slowly sat up, and crawled across the bed. His large penis was right in front of me now. My mouth opened and I lightly nipped the tip, producing a moan from my master. Then I started sucking lightly, trying to make the moment last. A little bit of pre-cum was leaking out and I savored the saltiness of it.

Soon, my entire focus centered on pleasuring the man in front of me. I noted which movements of my mouth that brought him the most bliss and repeated them. His enjoyment washed over me like waves of the ocean, drowning me in his desire. After a little while, I deep throated him, taking in everything I could. Qui-Gon's hand ran through my short hair, keeping my head from moving back too far. I started to pump up and down his shaft, starting slowly, letting my teeth scrape slightly along his flesh and using my tongue to make my master moan. I kept this pace for a while, then I speed up, wringing more moans from Qui-Gon, coaxing him to climax. Not long afterwards, he came, spreading his salty seed into my mouth. I quickly swallowed, savoring every bit of him, licking my lips in passion.

"Very good, Padawan. Now come here and kiss me."

Slowly, I got up from the bed, and stood next to my master. I reached out and took a handful of his silky hair, pulling him down to my awaiting lips. Time seemed to stand still as we kissed, my hands played with his hair while his hands explored my back. Not long afterwards, I found myself lying on the bed next to Qui-Gon, the kiss unbroken.

Hands moved all over each other's body, both of our forms melting into one. I felt my master's arousal again, his aching becoming my own.

"Now, Padawan, I want to be inside of you. Turn over."

I obeyed, wanting to feel him inside of me. He called over a tube of lubricant to prepare me. He squeezed a generous amount of lubricant out of the tube over the warm skin of my rectum. The sudden coldness of the lube sent a chill through my body. My Master just chuckled wickedly at this. Then one finger was entered, slowly opening the hole. Next, two fingers were entered, opening the hole a little further. Slowly, my master got on top of me, his large erection rubbing in between the cheeks of my ass. It was enthralling, feeling his warm hard penis against my soft skin.

"Qui-Gon, please..." I murmured. "Need... release...enter..." His touch reduced my mind was reduced to one-word sentences.

"Shame, shame, I didn't tell you to speak." He continued to rub his large erection between my cheeks, reducing my senses even further with anticipation.

Then he entered with one gigantic thrust. I screamed with the feeling. He began slowly, thrusting deeper and deeper into me with each rhythmic thrust. With a slight shift of angle, he rubbed past my prostrate, sending me into bliss. His cock continued to rub against it, then a double sensory overload overtook me when his hand came and started to rub up and down my hard erection. His other hand held onto my padawan braid, keeping me from moving. Our minds linked, creating an increasing loop between our desires, our carnal passions. I could sense his every emotion and felt him about to climax, just as I was about to come, too. With one last thrust, he spilt his warm seed inside of me, sending me into ecstasy and I came too. The world became dark, as I blacked out with bliss.

The next thing I knew was Qui-Gon getting off of me. Apparently, he blacked out too because the candle in the green frog candleholder was half gone, the only indication that time had passed.

"How was that, my Padawan, my Obi?" he asked me when his mind came back to him.

"Wonderful, Master, truly wonderful."

He got up from the bed and went to the 'fresher to grab a towel. I could see him rubbing the soft cloth over his body, wishing I could be the one to do that. "Come here. There is something I want to try."

I got up from the bed and walked over to him. He took one of my hands and led me to the shower. Warm water flowed over the both of us, cleansing the sweat-streaked skin. I could feel myself getting hard again as his hands explored my body. His mouth clamped over mine, his tongue opening my mouth to caress the warm, wet tongue inside. Releasing me, he proceeded to kiss and lick his way down my body to my half-erect penis. I felt his tongue lap across the opening, tasting my pre-cum fluids. This sent me to full erection. I wanted to thrust, to feel his mouth around my hard cock, but he held my hips against the cold tiles of the shower, preventing me from doing so.

He stood up, locked me in a kiss. The moment lasted forever, but he broke away, then started nipping me all over my young body, making rounds to all of my most sensitive spots. His touch was all I could think of, never wanting it to stop. But like every good thing, he stopped, taking a step back to look at me melting in front of him.

"Padawan, I want you to fuck me hard right here in the shower. As before, make it last. Make it like nothing I never had before."

"Yes, Master." He released me and turned around, showing his backside to me. I grabbed some plum soap and used it to lubricate my fingers and throbbing penis. I then proceeded to prepare him with my finger.

"Padawan, I told you hard!" Qui-Gon told me sternly. It took me a moment to understand what he was asking. With one quick thrust, I entered his rectum. Qui-Gon moaned loudly. I started to thrust back and forth, going deeper with each impaling. I quickened my pace, going faster and faster. Feeling his form all around me and the warmth of the water flowing down my back, sent me over the edge, and, too quickly for both of us, I came.

I pulled out, looking down at my limp penis. He turned around and I could see the anger in his eyes. "That wasn't nearly long enough, Padawan," he hissed. Ashamed, I looked down, not allowing myself to look into those deep blue eyes. "I have to punish you now." Painfully, one large hand clasped around my wrist and dragged me out of the shower.

Still wet, he pulled me over to the bed and threw me onto it. Going over to a dresser drawer, he pulled out four lengths of rope. He tied me down on my back, one length to each of my hands and feet to each of the four bedposts, keeping me from moving.

"Hmm, my beautiful slave, what shall be your punishment? Feathers tickling your skin... no that seems a little too soft. How about a whip or a scourge? No, no, that won't do either. It might leave permanent marks on your beautiful skin. I could just leave you here all night, thinking about what you have done, but then I would not receive any pleasure." He paused for a moment and went into deep thought. "I have an idea." I could not see the smirk that came across his face, but I knew it was there nonetheless.

He left the room, leaving me to my imagination. Many different possibilities of what my master was planning ran through my head. I could faintly sense the candle in the candleholder burning lower and lower. It looked like there was only about an hour left before it would burn out completely, ending the game for tonight.

It seemed an eternity before he came back. With some heightened senses, I smelt an aroma of honey, sweet and tantalizing. He poured the extremely hot honey all over my stomach, making the muscles tighten with the pain. My skin welted a little bit where the liquid touched it. This was intoxicating, my back arching because of the agony, my body reacting with an erection.

Then I felt his tongue licking up all of the honey that caressed my stomach, his hands stroking over the welts, healing them with the Force. "Padawan, you taste really good." I kept silent, not knowing whether or not responding would be in violation of the game.

"Padawan, I will give you a second chance. Remember, make it last. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master." He applied some of the lubricant over my throbbing cock, then straddled me, impaling himself on my hardness. The sudden warmth around me took my breath away. Then, as the Force intended, our bodies created a rhythm all our own, singing a melody of each other's pleasure.

We continued like this for some time, the rhythm starting out slowly, slowly getting faster, until it dissolved into manic passion, all control lost. The perception of time faded, as almost an hour passed in almost a blink of the eye. All of my focus was on the man riding me and finally, with a scream of Qui-Gon's name, I came inside of him, his contentment and pleasure washing over me. Not long afterwards, he climaxed, spilling his hot semen over my sensitive skin.

Slowly, he got up, and untied me, a strange smile coming over his face. My master found a towel and cleaned up the sticky mess on my chest. He lay back down and I fell into his awaiting arms, my head nestled on his chest. Faintly, I saw the candle sputter and then die, sending the room once again into darkness.

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