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Archive: MA, any others just ask, I probably won't say no
My Home Page: http://www.jediphiles.com/~mali
Category: Song Fic; POV; Romance
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Q/O
Summary: Obi-Wan's first mission alone and he's very lonely.
Disclaimer: These beautiful boys aren't mine, they belong to George. I'm just playing with them for a bit. I promise to put them back when I'm done. Don't sue - I've got no money. I've spent it all on seeing TPM way too many times and buying SW toys and feeding my Liam obsession. The song, Home Again is by Carol King.
Warnings: Explicit m/m sex.
Feedback: Oh yes, please. Good, bad or indifferent.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm ever gonna make it home again
It's so far and out of sight.
I felt exhaustion settle upon me like a cloak. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to center myself, to find a way to dispel some of the mind-numbing weariness from my soul. I'd left Coruscant nearly two standard years ago, on a mission that should have taken three months at the most. I sighed as I let my thoughts wander back to how it all began.
I couldn't keep the excitement out of my step as I headed for the hangar and the small transport that would take me to Kaleel. My first mission alone. All apprentices nearing their trials were sent on one, as a test. I knew it would be an easy mission, these always were. The purpose was more than just a test of skills; it was to see how the apprentice would handle himself alone, away from his Master.
I had been ready for this for quite some time before my Master agreed to let me go. I was thrilled at the opportunity to do on my own what I had been watching him do for years. Even more than actually being able to try my hand at negotiations was the opportunity to make my Master proud of me. The man was everything to me, my master, my teacher, my father, my friend, and recently he had become my lover. There was nothing I wouldn't do for him to let him know how much he meant to me. I knew that doing well on this mission would be a perfect way to show the man who held my heart how much he was loved.
The trip to Kaleel took nearly three weeks. I spent that time either in meditation or in front of a view screen, soaking up everything I could find about the planet and the beings that inhabited it. I would be ready.
It was supposed to have been a very simple mission. The two governing bodies of the small planet were ready to merge into one, a requirement before they could join the Republic. All of the negotiations had been hammered out, save a few minor details, and basically all I was needed for was to oversee the actual reading and signing of the treaty. I was to remain there a month longer to help the new government settle in and then I would return home.
Things had not gone well from the beginning. The few minor details turned out to be the ones in which neither party would agree to concede. I did my best to negotiate, calling on all the training and skills I could muster, but after two weeks of heated talks and no peaceful end in sight, I realized I was going to need some help.
Before I was able to contact the council at Coruscant, however, things went from bad to worse. During a break in the talks the magistrate elected to oversee the merger was assassinated and bedlam ensued. Neither side accepted the responsibility of the murder, both sure the other side was behind it. Immediately all communications with the outside world were severed until the rightful party could be found and justice brought to bear.
In the beginning I did all I could to help find the ones responsible, but continually found myself against a brick wall. Negotiations broke down completely and fights erupted between the two sides in and around the city. It was quickly apparent that all I could do at this point was wait and hope for a quick resolution. That had been nearly two years ago.
Shortly after the assassination, I was told firmly that my help would not be needed until there was once again peace on the planet. I would not be allowed to contact anyone off the planet, nor would I be able to leave as no ships were allowed off or on the planet. In fact, it seemed the only thing the Kaleelians could agree upon was that neither side would have any further interaction with me, fearing that my "talents" might help one side over the other.
One of the aides of the magistrate's cabinet brought me food and supplies, but was not allowed to speak to me, other than to inquire of my needs. My quarters were large and nicely appointed, even including a large garden and courtyard, but it was a prison, nonetheless. I continued my daily meditations and exercised regularly, keeping my mind and body fit. I spent many hours reading or walking in the gardens, but I was alone, all my attempts at communication either with the aide or to any of the cabinet members were thwarted.
Escape was impossible. The small compound was surrounded by a force-dampening shield that was only lowered to allow the aide to bring in my food and supplies while several armed guards waited outside. All I could do was wait. And remember.
I really need someone to talk to
And nobody else
Knows how to comfort me tonight.
My only escape from this wretched loneliness were my memories of Qui-Gon and what we shared. I spent long hours thinking of my Master, filling my mind with every minute detail of the man. The way he walked, so proud and strong, his step never faltering. The way the corner of his mouth would twitch up just a bit when he tried to suppress a smile. His never-ending patience whenever he spent time with the younger initiates. The way his hair smelled after a strong workout. The feel of those incredibly large but so gentle hands on my body, whether to comfort, instruct, or bring pleasure. The feel of his soft, sensuous lips against mine, barely whispering a kiss one-minute and nearly devouring me the next. The way he sighed as he moved slowly inside me. The feel of his hot, wet mouth surrounding my cock. The taste of my cum on his lips. The way he looked at me when we made love.
I remembered vividly the last night we were together. The night before I left. He walked out of the fresher with a towel slung low over his hips, his hair still damp. He came to the doorway of our room and leaned against the open door, arms crossed, just looking at me. I lay naked on our bed, enjoying the feel of his eyes as they roamed over my body. I don't know why, but he always seemed to take great pleasure in looking at me. After a moment he came and stood next to the bed looking down at me, a slight smile playing around his lips.
I moved up on my knees and leaned toward him reaching for his face. I placed a hand on either side, running my fingers through his soft beard. I looked into those incredible blue eyes and saw the desire and love there. For me. I felt him gently touch my mind, seeking entrance, and I didn't hesitate to drop my shields, allowing him entry. He sent powerful surges of love across our bond and I could do nothing but respond in kind. He dropped his shields as well and our love flowed back and forth, strong and pure. I pulled his face close to me, our eyes locked until our lips barely touched and then I closed mine to revel in the sensations that were running through me.
As our lips met he brought his arms up and around me, pulling me closer. I loved being wrapped in those strong arms. I softly kissed his willing mouth, our lips barely parted, a gentle exploration. One of his large hands rubbed slow circles at the small of my back, while the other reached up to find the short ponytail at the back of my head. A gentle tug and the band that held the hair was gone, giving him free access to card his fingers through my hair.
I felt his tongue barely graze my lower lip, once and then again, and then he softly sucked my lip into his mouth. I sighed my pleasure as he began to run his tongue gently over and around my lip. I reached out with my own tongue; quickly meeting his then retreating back into my own mouth. Our kiss deepened as he released my lip and followed my tongue with his. I slid one hand around to the base of his neck, running my fingers through his hair. Our tongues moved back and forth from one mouth to the other, exploring the warm caverns, tasting, touching moving together as if in dance.
The hand on my back pressed me closer and I could feel his arousal through the towel between us. I arched slightly into him, moving so that my own hardening cock rubbed gently against his. I could feel his heat through the towel and enjoyed the slight friction of the cloth between us.
His mouth left mine for a moment and I opened my eyes to gaze into the loving depths of the blue sapphires of his eyes.
"How I love thee, my Obi-Wan," he whispered.
"And I thee, my Qui-Gon," I responded.
I could feel our bond deepen, growing even stronger, as it did each time we came together like this. We were life bonded, a highly unusual but not unheard of occurrence between two Jedi strong in the force. It happened the first time we made love, surprising us both. We went before the council and had our bond tested and found to be true. Qui-Gon only knew of one other couple with a life bond, two Masters who had come together late in life. In all of his 800 years, Yoda had only known of two other life bonds and only one of those had been between a Master and a Padawan.
Much stronger than a soul bond which was consciously formed between two lovers and therefore could be broken, a life bond was permanent. When one of them went on to join the Force the remaining partner would not live more than a few minutes.
Qui-Gon moved to once again capture my mouth and I felt his passion and desire surge through our bond. I leaned back, pulling him with me down to the bed, enjoying the feel of his long body covering mine. Still wrapped in his arms he continued to kiss me, his tongue liquid fire in my mouth. I moved under him arching my hips up against the hard planes of his stomach.
His mouth left mine and began to travel leisurely across my cheek to my ear. I shuddered when he paused at my ear, his tongue coming out to lightly lick and taste. A moment later that mouth found the place just under my ear and I shuddered again. He began moving slowly downward nipping, sucking, kissing and licking, leaving a trail of fire behind. I allowed my hands to roam over his long, lean body, memorizing by touch the silkiness of his skin. His fragrant hair fell around us like a curtain and I loved the feel of its softness against my skin.
He lazily moved his mouth down my throat and across my chest and I heard my self sigh again. He pulled one of his arms from under me and slowly rubbed his hand down my waist, down my hips and down my thigh. His lips found a nipple and he laved it with his tongue causing it to harden which in turn caused tendrils of desire to shoot directly into my cock. He teased me further my blowing on my now wet nipple and this time I groaned at the sensation. Continuing his explorations, he found my other nipple, but instead of suckling it, he took it in his teeth, nibbling gently. I gasped again and arched up, wanting more, so much more.
His hand began a slow trail back up my body, kneading softly. As his mouth left my nipple he brought his wandering hand to it, continuing to tweak it and roll it between his large fingers. He shifted between my now parted thighs as his mouth moved lower, stopping to lave my navel several times with his tongue. No longer able to reach his back, I contented myself with tangling my fingers in his soft, thick hair.
He pulled his other arm from around me and was now using both his hands as well as his mouth to bring me pleasure. I disentangled one of my hands from his hair and reached down to take one of his hands in my own. I brought his hand to my mouth and kissed the palm. He paused in his ministrations to look at me, as I knew he would, and only then did I bring one of his large fingers to my lips. I kissed it softly, then blew on it. I flicked out my tongue and gently swirled just the tip, then blew on it again. Locking my eyes to his I began to slowly suck the finger into my mouth all the while continuing to lick it. Watching his eyes darken as they dilated with his desire was one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen.
It was his turn to groan and then he pulled his finger from my lips and returned to making love to my body. He placed both palms on my hips and still holding my gaze in his own, moved his mouth to my straining cock. Just the barest of touches with his lips and then his tongue darted out to my slit, tasting the pre-cum. I realized I was holding my breath and forced myself to exhale. His tongue darted back out and this time he moved that liquid fire very lightly around the tip. His movements were slow and measured and if it weren't for the dilated eyes that held mine, or the slight increase in his breathing, he would have appeared totally unaffected. But I knew better.
He continued to swirl his tongue around my cock, pausing to nip or kiss his way down. Then his mouth went lower and I felt him take one of my balls gently into his mouth. I moaned loudly as he rolled his tongue around my testicle. He moved to the other one, kissing, licking and sucking. His large hands moved around and underneath me, lifting me slightly off the bed and then his mouth was on my anus, alternating sucking and licking. Through it all his eyes never left mine though at this point I was having trouble focusing.
Suddenly he pulled away and I gasped at the absence of his mouth. Before I could gather my wits enough to try to speak he moved back to my cock taking the tip once more in his mouth. Again he paused, making sure I was still watching, and then began inching his way down my engorged organ all the while swirling his tongue around. I felt his fingers massaging the muscles of my rear, bringing the mounds close together then pulling them apart.
I realized I was groaning almost continuously now trying to arch up into his hot, wet mouth. //So good// I moaned through our bond, writhing on the bed. As his mouth inched downward, maddeningly slow I felt a thumb move to my opening, circling it, pressing slightly inward, not hard enough to gain entrance, merely there. I could feel his quick breaths tickling the curls at the base of my cock as he took more of me in. I gasped when a second one joined the thumb teasing my anus, beginning to stretch the tight muscle. //Oh, love, my love, oh, so good, so so good, love you, love this// I panted through our bond.
Qui-Gon moaned then, a deep rumble from his throat and I felt the vibrations go deep within me. He swallowed, his throat muscles massaging my cock, and I lost all focus, throwing my head back in a silent scream.
He started moving his mouth then, up and down, sucking and licking. I was trying to buck up into him but he held me firm, his thumbs continuing to stretch me.
//Yes, oh yes, oh please, oh, oh, love, love, please// Not even aware I was begging much less what I was begging for. I could feel my orgasm building, could feel my balls beginning to tighten. Qui-Gon sucked hard, his mouth moving quickly up and down my shaft, his tongue swirling. He scraped his teeth against the underside of my cock, along the sensitive vein that ran from the head to the root and I was lost. I think I screamed, though I'm not, sure as one of the most intense orgasms I've ever experienced ripped its way through me. I think I blacked out as well because the next thing I remember Qui-Gon was next to me, holding me close, the towel bunched between my legs.
I looked over at my lover. //Do you know where I put my brain?// I sent across our bond, not trusting myself to try to speak.
He smiled down at me and then reached down and kissed me and I tasted myself on his lips. I kissed him back, long and hard, pushing every ounce of love in my heart through our bond.
He pulled away from me for a moment and just looked at me. "I am always humbled by how much you love me," he said.
"Qui-Gon, my love, don't you yet understand that the love in my soul for you only mirrors that coming from your own?"
I reached out to touch his face and saw the wetness shimmering in his eyes. Oh how I loved this man. And to be loved so greatly in return. I don't know why the Force chose to allow us this precious gift of a life bond, but I did know I would spend the rest of my life in grateful awe at the depths of our emotion.
I drew him down to my waiting lips, wanting to give back to him a small portion of what he'd just given me. Using a touch of the Force, I rolled us over, ending up with me lying on top of him. I slid my tongue easily inside his mouth, across his teeth, around his tongue and gently tickled the roof of his mouth. I allowed him to suck on my tongue for just a moment, before taking control back. I slid my tongue in and out of his mouth a couple of times, making sure to make contact with both of his lips each time. I placed my hands on either side of him and began kissing my way down, through his beard, to his throat.
I pushed back a little and felt his hard erection pressing against my backside. I wiggled against his hardness and was rewarded by a sharp gasp. Qui-Gon reached up to take my face in his hands and pulled my mouth back to his. I felt the Force move a second before I was flipped and once again I was on my back, my beautiful lover on top of me. His kissed me hard, his desire evident. He pushed my legs apart with his thigh and I knew he could feel my cock beginning to come back to life.
I shifted just a bit and felt his throbbing cock make contact with mine, and realized I was fully erect already. I shifted again and the friction of our erections rubbing together, squeezed tightly between our bodies made me groan loudly. Never letting go of my mouth, Qui-Gon began to slowly thrust against me, his hands sliding down my sides to firmly grasp my hips.
//Qui-Gon// I sent. //I need you//
His mouth left mine and I felt his lips at my ear. "Tell me what you want, love," Qui-Gon responded hoarsely. "I want to hear you tell me what you want."
"Mmmmaster. Qui-Gon," I gasped, "need . . . you . . . inside . . . me."
I could feel Qui-Gon's whole body shudder as he struggled to hold back his impending orgasm. He forced himself up from me and moved back to settle between my legs. Again I sensed the Force a second before a small bottle of oil flew into his hands from the bedside table.
He took my throbbing erection in one of his large hands, moving slowly up and down just once and then left it to open the bottle and pour a small amount into his palm. The bottle was closed and he dropped it on the bed. I watched him rub the oil over his hands and then on to his fingers and I shivered in anticipation of what was to come. I moved my legs up and spread them trying to give him as much access as possible.
He wrapped one hand around my cock, just holding it and the other found my opening below my scrotum. He pushed gently and I felt the muscle give as his finger slid easily inside me. He moved his finger in and out for just a moment and then pulled it out completely. Immediately two fingers replaced it and I groaned loudly, pushing back against his hand. I felt him begin to scissor his fingers inside me, still moving slowly in and out. One finger found the small nub deep inside me and when he scraped against it I couldn't help but cry out as bright whiteness flashed across my mind.
Suddenly the hand holding my penis was no longer there and I looked in time to see him take his own engorged flesh in his hand, running his hand all around it, oiling it, readying it. He pulled his fingers out of my rectum and reached for my legs, pushing them back further. I moved my legs up and over his arms, raising my hips slightly off the bed. I felt him move his cock to my entrance and then the pressure of him trying to get past the first set of muscles. I relaxed as much as I could, willing him on. With a grunt he broke through and stopped, with just his head inside me.
He was so big. No matter how prepared I was it always took me a moment to fully adjust to his size. When he felt I was ready, Qui-Gon began to slowly move deeper inside me, pausing several times to allow me to adjust. He angled upwards just a bit, pushing against my prostate and I cried out once more, shoving myself on to him. Wanting more. Wanting it all. His control nearly broke as I squeezed my legs around him, trying to force him deeper, till he finally relented and shoved himself the rest of the way in. He stopped once he was fully sheathed inside me, closed his eyes and sighed deeply. I tired to remain still, knowing how much he enjoyed this moment, but I still had much to learn about control. I wriggled my hips suggestively, trying to find leverage with my legs so that I could thrust. My cock was rock hard and weeping profusely.
He opened his eyes and leaned down for a kiss before raising back up. Holding the backs of my thighs he began easing himself out of me. He pulled almost all the way out and then slid back in, once again all the way to the hilt.
"Oh, Force, love, you are so tight. So hot," he gasped.
//Harder! Oh, skies above! Harder, please// I moaned through our bond.
He needed no further encouragement. He pulled almost all the way out and then slammed into me. After a moment he found his rhythm, grunting each time our bodies made contact. He pushed my legs back even further so that each time he slammed into me my cock was smashed between our bodies.
"Yes . . . oh, Force . . . yes . . . oh . . . oh . . . oh," I was nearly screaming with each thrust. He angled himself just right, hitting my prostate once again, and I came, crying out his name. He lunged inside me once more and I felt him tighten his hold on my legs and then his hot seed was spilling inside me, seeming to go on and on. With a final shudder, he released my legs and collapsed on top of me. Our bond was humming with our shared pleasure and I could feel the Force swirling in and around us.
"Oh Obi-Wan, my Obi-Wan," he whispered in my ear. "How I love thee, my Obi-Wan."
I snuggled closer, wrapping my arms around his neck. "And I thee, my Master."
And we slept, wrapped tightly in each other's arms.
Snow is cold and rain is wet
Chills my soul right to the marrow.
I was nearing my second winter on this Force-forsaken planet and knew I was in for a very rough time. I hate the cold, always have, and it is so much worse when I have to endure it alone again. My demands to contact Coruscant have gone unheeded, my threats of Republic retaliation ignored. I have been alone so long.
I spent many hours focused on the bond I share with Qui-Gon. Though a vast distance separates us, and a Force shield surrounds me, our bond is strong enough that I am still able to sense him, but only just. It is enough to know that he knows I am not hurt.
Three days ago I finally got my chance. The guards had become careless over time and I watched and waited and planned. The aide brought my supplies at the regular time and then left my compound. There were only two guards now and as soon as the aide walked away, I slipped to the door. The guards stood talking and joking with each other, their backs to me. When one of them started to turn around to access the control panel of my compound I leapt at the door, shoving it open and I was out. The second guard was swinging around, already pulling his weapon to the ready. With a flick of the Force his blaster went flying, a second flick and he was knocked unconscious. The first guard was recovering from his initial surprise and was moving towards me, his blaster aimed. Just as I sent out another flick of the Force he fired. I didn't sidestep quite quickly enough and felt the searing heat as my arm caught a glancing blow from the blaster. The guard was looking open-mouthed at his weapon, now spiraling through the air. One more slight push from the Force and he joined his companion on the ground unconscious.
I wrapped my cloak tight around me, holding my injured arm close to my body, and wished for my lightsaber. I thought about trying to find it, but time was not on my side. I needed to get far enough away from the city so that my attempts at contacting Coruscant might go unnoticed. And as I mentioned early, winter was coming. If I didn't get off this planet within one standard month, weather conditions would not permit a ship's landing and I would be forced to spend the winter out in the elements - not a very enjoyable prospect.
So had I left my lightsaber and headed for the outskirts of the city. Luckily my compound was situated more to the edge of the city and not the city proper. I did my best to stay concealed, but was spotted a few times. Each time this happened I used a bit of the Force to take the memories away, and I think it worked. At least it gave me time to slip away.
I was able to make my way outside the city and after a two day walk found a forest that I could hide in. That was yesterday. It's been lightly snowing off and on all day and I'm cold and wet. I've spent the day broadcasting as loudly as I could through the bond I shared with Qui-Gon. I've concentrated so hard that I've begun to have nosebleeds. I did not believe I could strengthen the bond enough to be able to communicate with him, but I was hoping I could at least use our bond as a beacon that I knew my bond-mate would follow.
I hear the faint grumbling of my stomach and realize I've not eaten anything in the past 3 days. I do not trust the fauna around me to not hurt me, so I've chosen to not eat for now. I am so very near exhaustion. I must have either dozed or passed out because suddenly I became aware of someone calling my name. I jerk upright and look around, but there is no one there. I wait a bit, straining with all of my senses, but there is nothing.
And then I feel it, nothing more than a slight tickle deep inside my ear. I take a deep breath and center myself once more, allowing the Force to move through me.
//O . . .n?//
I do not move. I barely breathe.
And there it is again, a little stronger than the last one.
//Ob . . . an?//
My pulse quickens, but still I make myself wait.
//Obi-Wan?//
And now I know. He is there, somewhere, at the end of our bond. A bond that is most unusual for a Master and Padawan to share.
//Master?// I send back, along with all the loneliness and longing for him that I've lived with for almost two standard years.
//Obi-Wan. My Obi-Wan.// he sends and I am nearly knocked down by the relief that comes flooding back.
//I am here, My Master. I was held captive when the negotiations broke down and was not allowed to contact the Council. I escaped three days ago.//
//We knew about your confinement. The office of the Magistrate was kind enough to notify us just before they severed all communications. We could not risk a mission to try to find you because it would likely have caused an interplanetary incident. The council agreed that if you were able to escape and get far enough away from the city, the risk of being caught landing a ship on the planet would be minimal. I am coming for you, young Padawan.//
//I've waited nearly two years to be with you again, Qui-Gon. I can wait three more weeks.//
//You won't have to, my love. I will be there tomorrow morning.//
//But how?//
//I've been making regular trips out here for nearly two years with the hope that you would be released or would escape. I wanted to be as near to you as possible when that time came so I would not have to go a moment longer than necessary before you were in my arms again.//
I was silent for a moment, taking in all the things my Master, my lover had said. I could feel his love and comfort surging through our bond.
//How I love thee, my Qui-Gon// I sent, knowing there was nothing else I could tell him that he did not already know.
//And I thee, my Obi-Wan//
I won't be happy till I see you alone again
Till I'm home again and feeling right.
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