Master Apprentice Archive The Guardian of Justice Quick search:

Category: Qui/Obi, Alternate Reality, Angst, PWP, First-Time, Non-Con.

Pairing: Q/O

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Sex: yes Violence: low level, but sexual. Sexual violence: graphic non-con. Squick: no I don't warn for anything else. This is a fairly half-arsed piece, more to see if I *could* write non-con than to deeply explore the craft of writing. That said, I'd love to hear if you enjoyed it. Or how it might have been better. Or if you can't comprehend why anyone would write non-con. George Lucas would likely be appalled at this abuse of his characters. No financial or cultural profit intended by me. Thank you to Layna for the speedy beta, she who has come to my rescue for many, many pieces of irredeemable porn. I like writing these intros way more than I like writing fic.

Summary: When Obi-Wan hears a Jedi is coming, he makes sure his clan is safely far away. But he is intrigued to meet the man himself.

Quick piece for the November Non-Con Challenge. I've never written non-con before, figured this is a good time to check the tickybox.
 
 

Chairs scraped and suddenly all the families were moving. "Get the children to Machus." "Clear the safe, Bol." "How close is he?" "Get the plates back in the cupboard, clear the table." "Grab your coats."

Sim resisted as he was pulled towards the door. "Jedi help people! I want to meet the Jedi!"

Obi-Wan scooped him up and dropped him in his mother's arms. "They do, Sim, they help a lot, but they also take. That's their right." He accepted the pile of cutlery shoved in his hands and threw it all in a drawer.

"We can pay! What do they want?"

"Whatever it pleases them to take. Go with your mother. Jenna, don't just sit there."

"I'm not a child to be ordered around, Obi-Wan. I'm not going anywhere."

He hauled her up by her elbow. "I know you can handle yourself, but Jedi do things to women. They take advantage."

"They're just stories," she scoffed.

"No," Shep cut in. "They're not. Obi-Wan's right. They can take as they please, so it's best if there's nothing in their path to please them."

The fathers were already guiding well-wrapped children out the back door, as a few of the women snatched up lamps and food for the long walk.

Shep brushed a kiss on his wife's cheek. "I'll stay. We can't  leave the house abandoned."

"No. I'll remain." Obi-Wan squeezed his arm. "You should stay with your family."

"You are family."

Obi-Wan smiled. "I know. But you have children, a wife. I  can feed a Jedi."

Shep glared at the door. "Let's hope he chooses someone else's door to darken."

Obi-Wan gave him a chiding look. "A Jedi serves us without question or hesitation; we should not offer less. As long as our savings are safe and the women are far away, I'll be honoured to serve him a good meal. The good works that Jedi do... In honesty, Jenna is not the only one intrigued to meet this gentleman."
 
 

"Would you like more soup, sir?"

The Jedi waved him away with a jerk of his enormous hand, never pausing in shovelling meat into his mouth. He was a giant of a man, and Obi-Wan shuddered with relief that the women had gone.

He had given Obi-Wan a long look when the door opened, examining from head to toe through eyes that were sharp under his heavy brow, and not deigning to enter until the assessment was done. The Jedi was in his fifties, at least, silver running through his beard and long hair, deep lines spidering from his eyes.

He hadn't been fooled in the least by Obi-Wan's claim that the rest of the clan was on holiday, and that the pots and pans of food on the stove were an attempt to stockpile leftovers, but he'd simply taken a seat at the table and demanded a bowl. Since his first mouthful of stew, he hadn't seemed to notice much beyond the food in front of  him. Already he'd eaten as much as three grown men.

It was hard to believe this boorish man was a renowned diplomat. Obi-Wan had seen a Jedi once before this, directing a rescue team. She was a regal woman, a strange alien but with such dignity that Obi-Wan couldn't begin to compare her with this man spilling crumbs at his table.

The Jedi pushed his empty plate away, wiping gravy from his beard, sitting straight and staring hard at Obi-Wan. "Forgive my manners. That was my first solid meal in three days."

Obi-Wan blushed. Had the Jedi read his thoughts? He'd heard stories that Jedi could pluck thoughts from your mind. "May I ask where you have been working?"

"Wannami. There was a kidnapping cell in the mountains; they'd ransomed four family members of Senators over the last two years."

Obi-Wan sat at the table, forgetting to ask permission. "You arrested the Wannami clan?"

"I arrested some, scattered the rest. It was the best I could hope for."

"Thank you."

He arched one eyebrow.

"They were a menace," Obi-Wan explained. "They terrorised my people, as well: stole food and supplies, harassed travellers."

He nodded, and then glanced at his empty place. "I'll have more."

Obi-Wan bounced to his feet. "There is more stew. Or I could find something to sweeten your palate."

The Jedi was looking at him strangely, a smile curving his mouth. It was the first sign of warmth he had shown. "What are you offering?" he purred.

"Cassel pie, baked today." Obi-Wan leaned over to pull the cool pie from the oven, and slid it onto the table in front of the Jedi, fetching a fresh plate and a knife to cut a piece.

A sudden hard grip on his wrist made him gasp. "What do they call you, boy?"

"My name is Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan Kenobi."

The Jedi nodded and hacked out an enormous piece of pie, host forgotten as he bit off more than Obi-Wan could have finished in an entire meal. Obi-Wan stepped back, rubbing his arm. So much for his romantic idea of a conversation with a noble Jedi hero. Jenna wasn't missing anything at all.
 
 

Half the pie was gone before the stranger sat back in his chair and reached up his arms in a long stretch. "Where is my bed?"

Obi-Wan gulped. A night of this? Breakfast as well? Having a Jedi visit hadn't quite lived up to be what he had hoped. Though as long as he was gone before the women and children returned... "You wish to sleep here?"

He glared. "Am I not welcome?"

"Of course. A Jedi is always welcome in our home."

"Good." His gaze crept over Obi-Wan, piercing him. Was he measuring him for battle? Sure not - a glance was enough to see their difference. "You will warm my bed."

Obi-Wan frowned. "We do not heat our beds here, sir. The nights are not cold."

The Jedi stared at him longer, and then slowly, slowly, his mouth widened into a huge smile, which became a chuckle, and grew until the man roared with laughter.

Obi-Wan blushed furiously, not knowing what provoked such mirth, but certain he was the subject. He hated to be mocked. "I beg your pardon, sir."

Finally the laughter subsided, and the man pushed back his chair, wiping his eyes. "Are you a virgin then, Obi-Wan?"

"I certainly am," Obi-Wan replied indignantly.

"All the better, then."

The man was appalling, and Obi-Wan didn't know what part of the conversation he had missed, but a fearful confusion was stirring in his stomach. They stood, and Obi-Wan remembered how big the man was.

"Show me this bed, then."

Simon and Cay's bed was the largest, so Obi-Wan led him through to their room. "There is a little washroom through there. There will be towels in the cabinet. Is there anything else you need?"

The Jedi stepped around him and closed the door. "My name is Qui-Gon Jinn. Master Jinn."

Obi-Wan took a step back, confused.

"You will lie with me tonight."

"I beg your pardon?"

He stepped up and put his huge hands on Obi-Wan's shoulders. "A beautiful virgin. I haven't had a virgin in months."

"But I'm..." Obi-Wan had heard of such things, men lying with men, but he had heard of dragons too, and ghosts, and not everything heard was believed. "I will not... lie with you."

The Jedi Master Jinn laughed. "We could do it standing just as well. Not as well for you, perhaps. But I wouldn't  like you to think I was offering a choice."

Obi-Wan gaped, as Jinn's hand slid down and pulled Obi- Wan's shirt open, and then twisted him to face the mirror.

"Look at this beautiful virginal chest." A gentle caress made Obi-Wan's hair stand on end. This man was going to touch him, put his hands where only a wife should. Fat fingers pulled at Obi-Wan's nipples and he winced, and there was a breath in his ear. "Ah, you think that hurts. You'll think differently before I'm done."

This wasn't happening. Obi-Wan looked desperately about. This was Simon's room. They came in here to talk sometimes, and there were photos on the wall and shoes by the door, and this was far too ordinary a place for such a terrible thing.

"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." He sat on the bed to  pull off his boots. "I may ruin you for other lovers, but I won't injure you if you cooperate."

Off came the man's trousers, and he was incredibly naked; there seemed to be twice as much of him now that he was all skin, broad masculine limbs dusted with hair and marked with old scars, his sex thickened but not yet rising. Obi-Wan began to tremble. There had to be a way out of this. Jinn rested back on his hands and opened his knees wider, to give Obi-Wan a generous view. "I suppose you dream of a perfect wedding night with some equally clueless local lass."

Obi-Wan had imagined just that. He'd never been able to decide who, but he knew the nature of a wedding night, and he had dreamed of sharing it.

"There's nothing perfect about a pair of fumbling virgins, Obi-Wan. But a man with experience..." He reached and grabbed Obi-Wan by his belt, dragging him between his knees. "I've had a hundred virgins in my time. I know how to bring you pleasures you've never imagined."

"I don't want-"

But Jinn leaned forward and closed his teeth over the soft bulge of Obi-Wan's penis, teeth sharp even through the cloth of his trousers. Obi-Wan's protest dissolved in a gasp. His belt was being undone; cool air raised goosebumps as his trousers were pushed open, exposing him.

"Ohhh," crooned the Jedi, "What a waste it would be, to give an amateur an instrument such as this." One thick finger traced back and forth over Obi-Wan's penis, and he was horrified to feel his body responding.

He jerked back. "No." Stumbling backwards until he found the wall, and he edged for the door. "You can't do this. You can't ask this."

Jinn watched him, eyes sharp. "You refuse a Jedi? I protect your people, do the work of the Force, and you begrudge me a night's pleasure?"

Obi-Wan couldn't answer, could only press harder to the wood as Jinn stood and came closer. Was this the price of freeing his clan from the Wannami? Did he truly owe this? *This?*

Jinn leaned down over him, making Obi-Wan feel like a child by comparison. He smelled of the mountains. "I think I will put you on your back. You are beautiful, Obi-Wan. I suspect the twist of your face in pleasure may be
all I need to come."

His face burned. This was impossible, and he couldn't move. He was exposed, humiliated, his penis hanging out for this stranger to see. Is this what Jedi did to women? Is this why people hid when Jedi came?

Jinn jerked his arm. "No, my boy. You must focus on the moment. I see you drifting off." A hand closed around Obi-Wan's penis, choking him with sensation. "Stay right here." Obi-Wan gasped at the grip. "Am I the first other person to handle this since your mother washed it?" A tug to demand his attention. "Obi-Wan?"

"Yes."

"But I'm doing a good job, aren't I?"

The length swelling in his hand was proof enough of that, but Obi-Wan was a healthy man, and he wouldn't be ashamed that his body responded to stimulation. There was enough shame here without worrying on that.

"You are standing as though receiving a king for dinner. This will be pleasure, Obi-Wan."

"I don't want it."

"Come sit in my lap," and Jinn yanked Obi-Wan forward to fall astride his thighs, and now there was nowhere to look but straight in his eyes. And surely the reverse was true.

Obi-Wan pushed at the Jedi's shoulders, stared into his hard blue eyes. "I don't want this. Please don't make me do this."

The touch to Obi-Wan's cheek was gentle, but his expression was harsh. "You're an ignorant rural youth. You don't even know what it is that you don't want."

"I don't want this."

A rough hand squeezed the nape of Obi-Wan's neck. "I want you. There ends the conversation."

And with that the matter was settled; Jinn leaned in and kissed Obi-Wan with his whole mouth, as through they were man and woman and well-married. Obi-Wan was too shocked to fight. He had registered that the man would touch him, but not this. His tongue was in Obi-Wan's mouth, and it didn't feel anything like how Obi-Wan had imagined a kiss like this would feel. But then Obi-Wan had always imagined himself the kisser, himself the bigger and stronger than whom he found. He'd imagined this kiss in love, or at least in the hope of love.

Obi-Wan was pulled down and then rolled over, suddenly under this Jedi and what was happening was suddenly real. He was at this man's mercy, and there seemed to be little mercy on offer. Thank goodness the children were safe. Obi-Wan wished he were still one of them, and the idea seized his throat, and he couldn't breath.

"Neither of us will enjoy this if you tense," Jinn chided, but he proceeded to strip Obi-Wan bare, and that did nothing to ease him at all. Obi-Wan wanted to be with the others, protected like family, oblivious that such things happened to people like him. This didn't happen.

Jinn stretched full length beside him, and every place their skin touched burned like acid, like the burn in the back of his throat, and in his stomach. A heavy hand laid on his sternum and burned, and from nowhere a sob welled. Obi-Wan fought it as hard as he could, as though crying in front of this man was somehow worse than all else. His chest ached and his eyes stung, but he held it back.

"I wanted you to warm my bed, not wet it." Jinn's voice was gentle. "Come."

Obi-Wan was gathered up like a child in those huge arms, Jinn shuffling up to lean against the wall so Obi-Wan was held in his lap. "Hush." Soft kisses tracked the tears on his cheeks, and now Obi-Wan knew the dam had leaked, there was no stopping. He shook and sobbed, quiet whimpers
that didn't match the shudders that wracked his body. There was a perverse comfort in the embrace, the strength and warmth of being surrounded, safety in tenderness. Perhaps the Jedi would understand now, and release him.

But then one arm reached around him, and Obi-Wan's knees were being pushed apart. No sympathy. No escape. Obi-Wan didn't understand the rules. He had no weapon but pity, and it seemed even that was dull.

"I don't want this."

"You'll give it," was the sharp reply, as a firm hand rubbed him halfway hard once more.

Obi-Wan screwed his eyes shut tight, but that just made everything else clearer. Jinn leaning behind him, the scrape of a drawer, a satisfied grunt. Something wet flowed over his belly and Obi-Wan's eyes flew open. Oil. Qui-Gon's grip was slick, now. Obi-Wan let a sound escape at the new feel, and the body behind him vibrated in a chuckle, mocking him. Obi-Wan's whole shaft was oiled, oil on his stomach and thighs, running down the crevices between, and now that hand took in his balls with gentle pulls and soft squeezes, and Obi-Wan couldn't deny that it was pleasant. Not right at all, not what he wanted, but his body didn't seem to know that.

Soothing touches slowly lulled him. He let his focus cross on a point on the far wall. He would get through this. Whatever happened tonight, this man would be gone tomorrow, and Obi-Wan would pull himself back together, face the others. At least this wasn't happening to any of them. He was almost calm, until fingers poked... back.

"What?"

"Hush."

But oily fingers were poking at his exit, and one slid up, inside him.

"Stop! It hurts!"

"No, it doesn't," whispered the Jedi in his ear, "It has only surprised you. But if you don't relax, it will hurt, when I put more fingers in."

"More?" What was he doing? The finger was enormous, stuck in him. Obi-Wan tried to push it out but it slid deeper.

"You really don't know anything about sex, do you?"

"I- I know what men and women do."

"A man and woman can do this. Didn't you ever want to touch a pretty woman's arse, Obi-Wan?"

He'd never- Of course he'd thought of touching women, cupping the swell of their cheeks, but not... invading them. Oh god. The finger was twisting inside him, and he was stretched further, another one.

This is what Jedi did? They violated people? Degraded them? The guardians of justice, and the people owed them a debt, but not this. Security given with one hand and taken with the other, it wasn't right. "Stop this. No, you can't-"

He was tipped forward, he was on his stomach with that heavy, hairy body climbing atop him, and something prodded the back of Obi-Wan's thigh. And Obi-Wan felt appallingly, humiliatingly innocent.

He'd never imagined.

He shook his head, urgently, shook his body, twisted and struggled, had to get out, this couldn't happen, no, don't, but Jinn was so strong, enormous hands clamped around Obi-Wan's wrists, strong feet hooked his ankles and forced them open and that penis jabbed one cheek and then the other, and then found its way inside.

It didn't hurt as he expected. It wasn't pleasant, but it wasn't the splitting pain he might have dreaded, if ever he'd imagined one man doing this to another.

Jinn's hips were rocking, slightly, and that made it uncomfortable, as his... organ settled into a space inside him. Inside his rear.

Obi-Wan struggled again, blind terror taking over. Had to escape. Had to go. His fingers grasped but he only pulled the sheets loose, and his legs fought but that only made the Jedi grunt, he seemed to like it.

Obi-Wan was pinned harder, and Jinn was pushing in now, pulling out and pushing in again, Obi-Wan's mind felt strange, fuzzy, and then hair brushed over his neck and Jinn was whispering, "Let me in."

Obi-Wan didn't know what he meant, he was in as far as he could go, and further than Obi-Wan could have imagined was possible, a hairy groin pressed to Obi-Wan's body, but then his mind fuzzed and he felt... different. Things were different. It wasn't physical, the penetration left behind as he reached for it. Not emotion, nothing so simple, somehow that didn't matter.

Infiniteness. As though he understood something new and profound, though he had no idea what it was.

"Now feel it," was whispered in his ear, and Obi-Wan was too confounded to protest.

Jinn's shaft pushed inside him, and the pleasure that crackled up Obi-Wan's spine was a complete shock. Jinn thrust and Obi-Wan moaned, appalled and aroused.

"That's right. You can't stop this, so feel it. You have the rest of your life to protest and regret and analyse."
 

Obi-Wan awoke, blessedly alone. He was dirty. Clammy with sweat, crusted with something he didn't like to think on. He ached, deep in his rear. He ached in his chest. Something had happened, and as glad as he was that he  would never see that man again, he had an entirely new fear, that he would never find out what it was. What had he felt? Twice violated, in body and in mind.

He couldn't lie here all day, to stew in his thoughts. Worse, to be found by the others. He didn't want them to know. The very idea of their sympathy, horror, embarrassment, all peeling him open, the idea burned, and that drove him out of the bed. He pulled on his trousers, tugged the bedclothes off and held them to his chest. He would throw them away, let Simon make of that as he would. With a long, shaking breath, Obi-Wan opened the door and stepped outside the room-

Jinn sat at the meal table, fully dressed, still and straight, opening his eyes when he sensed Obi-Wan's presence. Still here. Obi-Wan's stomach flopped.

Jinn fixed him with a stare. "I saw it in you the moment you opened the door last night."

He saw it? Obi-Wan turned his head to the wall mirror, stared at his reflection. Did it reveal some perversion Obi-Wan still didn't understand himself? Was there some sign there, that he could be filled in some twisted version of the way a man filled a woman?

Jinn's reflection joined his own, and then he was being turned, and a dry kiss was being pressed to his mouth. The soiled sheets were caught between their bodies. Jinn's hand slid over his shoulder, followed his back down to his buttock, cupped him. Tingling warmth eased away the physical ache, and to Obi-Wan's dismay, arousal crept into its place. The hands rubbed his arms, and then turned to massaging his shoulders and neck. "Come with me."

"What?"

Jinn's blue eyes locked on Obi-Wan's, holding him still. "You are a Jedi. You will be. Be my apprentice."

"Your... You can't possibly..." Spend years with this terrible man? "What you did to me..."

"What I will do again, and again, and again. I put my seed inside you last night, Obi-Wan, and it knew you."

Obi-Wan shook, but he couldn't pull away from that stare.

"Come with me and I'll teach you to protect your people, and I'll show you how to grasp what you tasted last night, and we'll screw like rodents." He pushed his hips forward, to prod Obi-Wan with his erection, and he smiled, wickedly. "Stop remembering that you didn't want it, and remember how much you liked it.

"This is not a demand. I could relieve you of choice for what we did last night, but not for this. You must decide." The spell was broken as Jinn returned to his chair and closed his eyes once more. "Go take a shower. And then, if you wish, pack a bag. I will be here."

---

le end.

Dr Squidlove welcomes all sorts of comments at
drsquidlove@virginqueen.com