SPOILERS: TPM, and the following Star Wars books: The X-wing
books by Michael Stackpole and I, Jedi(Note: You don't need to
know the books to enjoy this story.)
DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: SWA-L and M/A. Anywhere else, ask me
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: QG/OW
SUMMARY: On Corellia, Qui Gon looks for something, and finds
something unexpected.
DISCLAIMER: Lucasfilm owns these people. Except Rojer, but they
own Rojer's future nephew, so. .. And they own the Force.
Feedback? PULEEZE
Author's note: Where's Iris II? Coming, I promise. This idea,
however, was the one that sparked my comeback (I was originally
a XF M/Sc and M/Sk writer, but I burnt out around mid-May) so I
figured this idea better be written before I lose it. Mind you,
I'm not an s/m writer (I hate pain), so this will be very mild.
Thanks to the writers of Apprentice Master for the idea (I hope
you don't think this is plagarism. I did my best to make the
idea my own.) And to the band Live, for the title and some of
the sentences within.
Corellia is a world much like Coruscant. It is the center of
its part of the universe, always moving, never sleeping. Moving
through the main city on the planet is sometimes confusing,
because I always expect to find the Jedi Temple in its center.
The Corellian training center, however, is on the city's
outskirts.
Today, I am walking to the Corellian Temple with one of its new
Masters. His Jedi credit, a coin worn on a chain that
symbolizes Jedi masterhood on this planet, gleams in the fading
sunlight as we reach the outskirts of the city.
"I enjoyed working with your Padawan today. He is truly a great
weapons artist." Nejaa Halcyon, a shortish young man with clear
green eyes gazes up at me with a gentle smile. "You must be
very proud of him."
"I am." Then I sigh. My meditations of late have been heaving
focused on my padawan, Obi Wan Kenobi. Pride, however, is not
the subject I have been seeking help for in the Force. My
feelings for Obi Wan extend way beyond pride. . .
I turn my attention to Master Halcyon quickly though, before he
can note my distraction. "I was hoping Obi Wan would be able to
learn from you. I feel he needs to broaden his sights on many
things."
"Oh, he's far from perfect, Qui Gon. I'd be happy to teach him
the things they forget on Coruscant." Corellian Jedi's
emphasis, rather than being on protecting the galaxy from
itself, is on family, home. Something neither I or my padawan
has had much experience with because we both grew up on
Coruscant. Still, something compelled me to come here with him
when the Council asked for a volunteer for a routine check of
the Corellian Temple and subset of the Council.
"I'd be honored. Are you sure you have time, considering you
have both your son and another student to train?"
"Valin is very young. If we were on Coruscant, he'd still be in
the youngest group of the creche. He spends most of his time
with a pre-training group in the Temple during the day. Rojer
could learn a few things from Obi Wan, especially about
diplomacy. If you don't mind, I'd like them to teach each other
for now."
That will suit my padawan better than sitting through boring
discussions with Corellia's Jedi Council. "Thank you. I know
Obi Wan will be pleased with that arrangement."
That will also give me some space away from my padawan. I
intend to use it to calm myself, to gather my feelings and hide
them before they disturb Obi Wan. I love the young one too much
to do anything to jeapardize his training, even if it means
never telling him how much he means to me. . .
We walk into the Temple and toward the rooms Nejaa uses to
train his student. "You must take some time to relax while
you're here, Qui Gon. I've heard you are one of Coruscant's top
negotiators. I'm sure you rarely get time to yourself. And you
look overly tense right now, if I may be so bold."
Corellians, and especially Halcyons, are known for their
straight-forwardness. Nejaa's statement, therefore, doesn't
even faze me. And he does have a good idea. "You're right, I
am. I would not be adverse to any suggestions you may have
concerning a place to relax."
Nejaa smiles and turns toward two young men practicing with
their lightsabers. Obi Wan corrects Rojer Antilles even as the
blades clash together. Rojer nods and makes the correction with
ease, then suggests another move to Obi Wan, one I've never
heard of. Nejaa is correct, these two can learn much from each
other.
I am so engrossed in the scene before me that I have to
suppress a startle reaction when Nejaa answers my implied
question. "The inner section of the city has some interesting
establishments. You might find some entertainment and
relaxation there."
I look at him quizzically at the term 'interesting' but don't
question him about it. I suppose I'll venture around there
tonight and see what he means. I nod at his next statement and
save it in my memory for my future excursion. "You should
probably try the Shining Jewel, Qui Gon. I've never been there
myself, but Ralstek swears that it is an absolutely wonderful
place and that they are friendly to the Jedi, both Corellian
and otherwise."
Ralstek Horn is Nejaa's best friend, and has been since their
childhood together. When taking time off from working at the
Temple, Nejaa can often be found helping Ralstek investigate
criminal cases for Corellian Security. I met Ralstek when we
first landed, standing by Nejaa's side. He looked like a very
kind man, but a small probing with the Force told me that the
man has a mischevious streak about a parsec wide. That streak
makes me hestitate at Nejaa's suggestion now, but still, I may
need something different to take my mind off the distraction
that is coming toward us now.
"Master, you're back! We didn't expect you so soon." Obi Wan
smiles as he steps up to me. "Did you enjoy the tour of the
city?"
"Yes, Padawan. It is much like Corusant, and yet not. In fact,
I was planning to give you some time to explore the city
yourself, so you can see for yourself."
At the point, Rojer speaks up. "I would be glad to take Obi Wan
on a tour two nights from now. The Festival will begin then. It
will be a wonderful time to be out."
"May I, Master?" The eagerness in Obi Wan's eyes pulls at me. I
could not deny him this, even if I wanted to.
"Of course."
Rojer interrupts again before I can say more. "Master Jinn, if
it would not be an intrusion, I would like Obi to join my
family for an evening or two. He wants to learn more about us.
There is no better way to do this than to interact with our
families."
From speaking to Nejaa on the subject, I suspect this is most
certainly true. However, I cannot help but wonder if the
dark-haired, attractive Rojer has more in mind for my Padawan.
I squelch my feelings of jealousy quickly. Obi Wan deserves the
chance to fall in love. I cannot imagine that he would fall in
love with his old master, never mind my feelings for him. "That
is acceptable." I turn to my padawan. "But I expect you back at
the Temple early each morning."
"Yes, Master." Obi Wan bows to me with an odd look in his eyes.
For a second, he appeared wounded by my statement. Perhaps my
desire for my padawan is altering my perceptions. I sigh
mentally. I need more meditation on this subject.
Then I gather my composure as Nejaa and I get involved in the
two-sided weapons lesson.
That night, after I send Obi Wan off with young Antilles, I
head for the inner city. I am mildly surprised that Master
Halcyon would point me this way, because what I find resembles
the outskirts of the Senatorial sector of Coruscant. Here are
the gambling houses, the bars. As I move toward the small sign
of the place I was recommended, I see that the building's
appearance is opposite it's name. Rather than being the
brightly lit and gaudy place the name Shining Jewel suggests,
it is a simple place without any windows, but it looks clean
enough from the outside.
I open the door and am greeted by a brightly dressed clerk. She
takes one look at my tunic and smiles. "Hello Sir Jedi. Would
you be looking for a servant, servitude, or just some time in
the main room tonight?"
I look blankly at the young lady for a few seconds as I try to
figure out what in the Force she is talking about. When I
figure it out, I have to squelch the need to blush before I
answer her. "The main room, please."
"Right this way." The clerk directs me to a softly lighted
room. I take a seat at a back table. A server immediately comes
to me, and I order a mild intoxicant. I am here to relax after
all.
As the server goes to fill my order, I discreetly look around
me. Most of the beings here are casually attired. Some wear
black or white hoods over their heads.
When the server puts my drink on the table, I ask him about it.
"Those in white hoods are servants. The ones in the black hoods
are those they serve."
"Do they not know each other?"
"No. Here, we are discreet. We ask both servant and master what
they are looking for when they come in here and match them up
accordingly. Most are looking to change their role for a time,
but want noone to know they come here. We aim to please, of
course."
I nod as I watch a white-hooded servant lean into his master's
arms. Oh to be lead instead of leading for once. I may have to
explore this aspect of this place.
Just as that thought services, the lights go on at the stage in
front of the rows of tables. A beautiful Twi'lek woman begins
dancing there as soft music wafts through the room.
As I watch her, I also try to calm the turmoil of my thoughts.
Is this what Nejaa Halcyon thought I needed? If so, can I do
this and not feel like I'm betraying my feelings for Obi Wan?
Or is this what I need to be able to let go of him? I can't
tell him how I feel. So maybe this can give me a part of what I
need in the absence of the thing I really want.
My thoughts drift in almost a semi-meditation as I watch the
Twi'lek, then two other dancers go through their routines.
When I get up to head back to the Temple, I am more confused
than I was when I walked in here.
The lessons I teach Obi Wan the next morning are all the more
harder for the confusion in my mind. I am grateful when Nejaa
sees some of my distress and offers to help my padawan on
aspects of Corellian culture.
Once I hand Obi Wan off to Halcyon, I head back to the quarters
were we assigned to meditate.
As my knees hit the soft blue meditation mat, I know I'm not
going to get anywhere with this exercise. Yet, I do my best to
find a calm center. After mulling all I've been through in the
last day or so, I decide to go back to the Shining Jewel. I
need more information about their practices before I can dare
to find a way out of my growing obsession for my apprentice.
When I join my apprentice and the others in the afternoon, it
is at least with the appearance of calm. Obi Wan, however, is
not so easily fooled as I thought.
"Master, is something troubling you?" My apprentice's
blue-green eyes shine into mine with worry etched on his face.
I sigh mentally and strengthen my shields. He must never know.
My meditations have at least given me this much of an answer to
my dilemma. "Only the state of the Republic at the moment. We
have been very busy of late."
This is most certainly true. Corellia is the first reprieve
we've had in almost half a standard year. Luckily, my padawan
accepts this truth as an explanation with a nod.
Even with my padawan's concern diverted, I find this one of the
most trying days of my life.
When I arrive at the Shining Jewel that night, the same clerk
greets me. "Ah, Sir Jedi. What is your pleasure tonight?"
I brace myself. This is what I need. I'm doing this for my own
good, and that of my padawan. "Please, I would like to learn
more about servitude in this place."
The clerk smiles and nods her head, then leads me to a small
conference room. "Wait here. Our director of activities will be
with you momentarily and explain everything you need to know."
I sit at the table as the door closes. A minute later, the door
opens again to the presence of a small, but attractive man.
"Good evening Sir Jedi. Before you say anything, let me say
that we have strict guidelines of anonymity, so I won't even
ask your name. Our greeter said you had some questions?"
The time has come to commit mytself to this course of action.
"Yes, I have questions about the role of servitude."
The man in front of me smiles. "Ah. Well, we like to match both
servant and master on the qualities they have and are looking
for in the other. Most people who come here are just looking
for some fun, not pain, as is offered in other places around
here. We will cater to that, but we prefer not to."
I nod. "I'm not looking for anything like that."
"Ah, wonderful. But certainly you may make preferences for eye
color, build, things like that. To maintain anonymity, we ask
that participants wear hoods. White is for the servant, black
for the master. Of course, if both parties agree, in the back
rooms, the hoods can be removed." The man lays a datapad in
front of me. "Here is the application to enter into a
servant/master situation. Look it over, and fill it out if you
like. When you are finished with it, leave it with the clerk.
She will know what to do with it. By the way, I took the
liberty of assigning you a name in case you wish to join us in
this. You will be known as Hawkbat. He chuckles. "We don't get
too many people from Coruscant here."
Hawkbats are the one of the few species of animal life
originally native to Coruscant. His comment brings home the
fact that I am easily recognizable in my Jedi tunic when I come
here. I must rectify that if I am to continue.
I watch the director leave and turn my attention to the
datapad. As I read it, I somehow feel chained to my fate. I
find myself filling it out with a request for a master much
like the master of my heart. One so young may be difficult to
find at such a place as this, and yet, that is what I request.
Ah well. I finish filling it out and walk out of the room to
hand it to the clerk. "I do not wish to fulfill this request
tonight, but I will be back perhaps tomorrow with a desire to
do so."
The clerk smiles and nods as she takes the datapad. I bid her
goodnight, then walk out of the place.
As I head back to the temple, I look toward tomorrow with both
excitement and dread.
Obi Wan is filled with light the next day as we head toward the
Council room.
"Rojer has told me about the Festival, Master. He told me he
wants to take me somewhere special for the opening night. It is
to be both mysterious and much fun, he says." I can see that
the last six months have taken their toll on my student,
because he is almost giddy at the idea of having some fun.
"Just be careful, my Padawan. There is both fun and danger in
the city."
Obi Wan grins. "I am not a young boy, Master. I am twenty one,
and fully able to take care of myself."
I look him over, and admit, yes my padawan has become a fine
adult. Everything I could have possibly wanted him to be.
Therein lies my problem.
I sigh as we walk into the Council room and wish for the
thousandth time that the Force could give me peace in this
matter.
When I walk into the Shining Jewel this night, it is without my
Jedi tunic. I exchange it instead for a white jumpsuit that I
know will match the hood I am to wear tonight.
The clerk nods to me as I enter the lobby. "Good evening, Sir
Hawkbat. If you wish, we have found you a match for tonight."
"I wish it, thank you."
The clerk hands me a white hood. "Put this on and proceed to
room three. You will find what you seek there." She points to a
hallway opposite the entrance to the main room.
I follow her directions and stop at the door to room three
after I cover my head. I hestitate, wondering if I'm doing the
right thing, giving myself to a stranger when all I want is the
very thing I can't have. But then I berate myself. I am doing
this to calm myself, to get over my apprentice.
I open the door to find a softly lit room with a high bed
covered in blankets of jeweled tones. Upon the bed lay a lithe
man in a black hood and a shirt and leggings of the brightest
blue.
"Hawkbat, I am told, is the name given to you." He turns his
head to look at me. The smooth tones of his voice relax me
immediately.
But I find the voice is the product of the hoods that we wear
in the instance I speak, because my voice sounds unfamiliar.
"Yes, sir. May I ask what you are called?"
He must also be new at this because I can see his hand shaking
as he waves me toward him. "I am called Copper."
I examine the body in front of my eyes, wondering how the staff
arrived at that name as I kneel beside the bed. No matter. "How
may I serve you, Master Copper?" I can see that this one is
young, as I requested. Best to help him along. He looks so very
nervous.
"Uh, undress me, Hawkbat." His eyes flit to mine. Amazingly,
they match those of my padawan almost perfectly. I startle at
the thought of the one who holds my heart. Oh, what have I
gotten myself into??
Yet, by walking into this room, I have in essence, made a
promise to serve the man in front of me. So I set myself to the
requested task.
The body revealed to me by my own hands is lithe, but well
muscled, smooth and slightly tanned. I run my hands over it
without asking permission, because somehow it entices me. The
moan that greets my ears, however, says that my touch is not
unwanted.
"My Hawkbat, undress yourself as well. I wish to watch." Ah,
the young man has gathered his courage. I smile under my hood.
By his posture on the bed now, and the command in his voice, I
think to myself that this young one will be a fine leader. He
doesn't take very long to adjust to new and demanding
situations.
I move to obey him by standing up slowly. I give him a good
show by removing my jumpsuit slowly and carefully, all the
while watching shadows of emotions flit across his eyes.
When I finish, he reaches out with a hand to pull me to the
bed. I have to strain to make out the whisper he mutters under
his breath. I wonder if it is meant for me. "I alone love you.
I alone tempt you."
I try to dismiss the words as he guides me to lie on top of
him. I move to take my weight on my arms, not wanting to crush
him. "Your orders, Master Copper?" I whisper as our hoods
touch.
"Allow me to take you, Hawkbat. It is what I wish for tonight."
This is not my normal way. Most often in my sexual relations, I
am in control and do the taking. But my instincts tell me to
trust this young man as I've trusted so few others. I nod.
With that, I am guided to my back on the big bed. Copper kneels
over me, looking me over. I am surprised to see his eyes
glisten, as if with tears, when he reaches out to touch me.
Before I can question him about it, his hands settle on my
chest. I moan at the electricity flowing through this contact.
How can I feel this way with a stranger?
The electricity turns into a blazing fire quicky as his hands
roam to all my sensitive areas. I fervently wish at this point
to ask to remove our hoods, because I know the feel of his lips
on my skin would burn even more. But the one remaining rational
part of my mind knows it would be a mistake.
So I concentrate on that which I am given. I thrash and moan
under his touch, and silently ask for more by arching up off
the bed. He answers my request by smoothing his hand over my
straining erection. My reaction to this touch is so intense
that I almost hear him whisper again. "I, alone."
But I have no time to ponder this verbalization as I watch him
dip a finger into the small bowl of oil laying on the bedside
table. Then I feel that finger inside me. I gasp.
Copper watches my face carefully as he adds another finger
inside me and begins to stretch the opening gently. A question
seems to flare in his eyes after a few minutes. Am I ready,
they seem to ask.
I nod my head. At that, he dips his hand into the bowl again
and coats his cock with the glistening oil. I release a breath
as he moves into position.
But nothing prepares for what happens next. As he enters me, I
feel a mind reach out to me through the Force. I cry out as I
feel a touch that is as familiar to me as breathing.
He must not have realized he reached out mentally, or at least
did not expect what he finds at the other end of that mental
touch, because I see him gasp as if in pain.
In the next second, our hoods are ripped off by the Force. I
watch as my Padawan's braid falls to his chest in wonderment,
then meet his eyes. His mouth form the word I said to him not
minutes ago.
"Master??" Obi Wan starts to pull back and I feel shame flood
the bond between us. I reach my hand to grasp his before he can
get away.
"Obi Wan, if you thought me a stranger as I lay like this, why
did you attempt to touch my mind? That is a grave invasion of
privacy." I can't help the tone of my voice. My role as teacher
is automatic.
"I, I didn't, Master. I just felt your presence rushing toward
me as I. . ." Obi Wan drops his gaze to my chest. I can see the
tears dripping off his cheeks.
Not wanting to cause my Padawan any more distress, I close my
eyes and examine my mind to find out what exactly happened. I
gasp as I touch our training bond, which seems to be
strengthened tenfold in the last few minutes. I carefully reach
out toward Obi Wan through it and am greeted by his complete
mental presence, rather than the muted presence usually
broadcast by the bond. Realization begins to enter me, but I
must be sure.
//Obi Wan?//
Even though my eyes are closed, I can feel his gaze shoot to my
face at this. There has never been telepathy between us before.
Yet, he tries to answer me the same way.
//Master?//
//Obi Wan, I heard you speak before. Of your love for
someone?//
I open my eyes and pull on his hand as I feel him try to close
his mind off from me. "Obi Wan, tell me."
Tears stream down his face as his glistening eyes meet mine.
"It's you, Master. I'm so sorry. I, I never meant--"
"Shh, Obi Wan. It's ok." I send a wave of love through our
newly strengthened bond. Our forgotten physical connection
deepens as he gasps and arches in response.
//Ohhhh, I never realized. . .// Wonder suffuses his face as he
finally understands what has happened between us. //I thought
that it was only my fantasy.//
//That I am loved and tempted by you alone? No, Padawan, that
is a very real fact.// I pull on his hand until his chest lands
on top of mine. Then I tip his chin up, and our lips meet for
the first time.
The love that engulfs me at that simple touch is mind-boggling.
In the interest of protecting each other, we almost let
something very beautiful slip through our fingers.
I open my mind completely to Obi Wan as he pulls away slightly
to catch his breath. //Should we finish what we started here,
beloved?//
He braces himself on his elbows to look down at me. "But
Master, shouldn't you be the one--"
"No, my Padawan. I am giving myself to you, in love. Do with me
what you wish." I smile at the astonishment in his face. This
rapid turn of event is difficult for me to comprehend. I never
realized that the Force would guide me this way. That instead
of giving myself to a stranger, and trying to dissapate my
feelings, I have been allowed to strengthen them into something
better.
I want him to see the gift we have been given as well. By
giving myself to him, I am making sure that he understands as
much as I do that this is real. This is love. This is the will
of the Force.
I relax into my lover's touch as he examines my face with his
hands. I still see tears on his face, but there is joy in his
eyes. His voice chokes on a sob. "Qui Gon. . ."
I remain still as his emotions settle into something less
overwhelming, yet just as strongly felt. Arousal comes back to
us simultaneously, as he begins to move slowly inside me.
I arch into my beloved's chest as passion surges through our
bodies and our bond. Although I can feel Obi Wan trying to
control himself, trying to make it last, I know this will be
over quickly. We have waited too long for this. . .
In a few quick thrusts, I feel him surge against me hard,
spilling his seed within me. Seconds later, I feel my own seed
spill upon my chest as blinding pleasure engulfs me. The
blackness overtakes me. . .
I awake to a relieved sigh in my mind. //Master, are you. .
.did I hurt you?//
I open my eyes to the concerned gaze of my Padawan. "Shh, my
love. I'm fine. I have never felt such ecstacy before. Thank
you, beloved."
Obi Wan blushes and buries his face in my chest. Then worry
begins to overtake him. //What do we do now?//
I kiss the top of his head and hold him tightly. //Be calm, Obi
Wan. All we must do is declare our bond to the Council, and
once they see it is true, they will give their consent for us
to continue on this path. We can ask that this be done by the
Corellian Council, if you so choose.//
Obi Wan shrugs. //I just want this to be ok. I don't care who
approves it.//
//We will decide in the morning then, love. Come, let's get
dressed and head back. We should get some rest.// I pull us up
and begin to gather our clothes.
After sleeping the night with my love securely wrapped in my
arms, we walk into Master Halcyon's training rooms to see two
grinning Corellians and a venerable old Jedi Master with a
smirk on his face.
"Master Yoda!" Obi Wan's shock is transmitted through our bond,
just as a similar emotion overtakes me.
"Did you two have fun last night?" Nejaa smiles up at me with a
light in his eyes.
"You didn't--" I blink at him as I try to figure out what's
going on here.
"Ask him to get you both together, I did." My master looks up
at me. "Needed enlightenment, you both did."
Rojer laughs at my bafflement. "We all could see it. I couldn't
believe how blind you two were. You were practically
broadcasting your feelings to the whole planet!"
I look back at Obi Wan, who just shrugs and takes my hand.
I grasp it tightly as I turn back to the other three. "I guess
this means we already have the Council's approval?"
Yoda nods. "Sending you to Yeles, we are. Learn you must, to
understand and control the bond."
I nod as a sigh of relief comes through the bond from my love.
"Thank you, Master."
"You don't leave until tomorrow, Qui Gon. Why don't you two go
back to your quarters? We wouldn't want to get in between you
and the formation of your family." Nejaa looks at me steadily.
"This is a very important time for you both."
Obi Wan and I take our leave and head down the hall. As we face
the door of our quarters, I look toward him and smile. "You
alone, my love."
Obi Wan clutches my hand tightly as I open the door to our new
life.
"You alone, Qui Gon."
Ok, there is already a sequel coming for this, whether you like
it or not. Rojer has something to say to his nephew in coming
years (wow, who could that be? ;)) Did you like this??? Let me
know!
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