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Qui-Gon awoke, just moments after he had fallen asleep, he was certain, to the feel of someone nibbling on the side of his neck. He groaned in protest.
"Obi-Wan, not again! Surely you've had enough for one night."
"Of you?" the husky voice behind him said. "Never."
The mouth moved higher, finding an ear, still damp and sticky with saliva from the last time. "I can't," Qui-Gon told his young lover. "I can't, not again. Not so soon." The words were barely out of his mouth before a demanding hand snaked across his hip and slid down to caress his penis, which - Sith curse it - was already beginning to firm. "Obi-Wan, beloved," he said, still trying to be the voice of reason, "I know the soul bond is new, and believe me, there is nothing I'd rather do than to make love to you again, but have some mercy on a tired old man!"
Obi-Wan chuckled, the vibrations sending a shock wave of desire through Qui-Gon's exhausted body. "No one who can do what you've done tonight is old," he said, his warm breath puffing into his Master's ear. "And, I thought that this time, I'd make love to you."
Despite his exhaustion, Qui-Gon chuckled. "You're getting sore, aren't you?"
He felt Obi-Wan fidget uncomfortably. "A little," the young Knight admitted. "Maybe. But, that's not the point. I want to be inside you, Qui-Gon."
The Master turned in his lover's arms, taking a moment to kiss the mouth so close to his own. "I really think we should sleep," he said, trying one more time. It wasn't that he didn't want to make love to his former Padawan all night long, but -- "You know, the Council is expecting us at eighth hour, to discuss how long our leave of absence will be."
"A quarter," Obi-Wan announced suddenly.
Qui-Gon lifted his eyebrows. "What?"
"I want a whole quarter to make love to you."
"I hardly believe that the Council would -"
"They have to!" the Knight said, his green eyes flashing as he sat up. "I can't stop touching you! Can't wait to feel you inside me again or to plunge myself into your body! They can't send us out into the field again, yet! They just can't!"
Qui-Gon reached up to draw his beloved down into his arms, soothing him with a soft kiss. "No one is talking about sending us out yet," he said. "I'm certain it will be at least a couple of tens -"
"It's not enough," Obi-Wan said, interrupting again. "It'll never be enough." He pushed up onto one elbow, gazing down into his Master's eyes with a hint of a grin. "We may well have to quit the Order. Disappear onto some nice, isolated planet, infuse ourselves with the Living Force, and make love from morning till night."
Qui-Gon grinned in response. "And all night, as well, I presume?"
Obi-Wan laughed. "Why not?"
"You, my love, are insatiable," Qui-Gon said, reaching up to stroke his hands through the lengthening hair.
"If I am, it's because you made me this way." He edged sideways until he was straddling the larger man's body, his eyes going dark and stormy with lust. He slid his hands up the muscled abdomen, across the ribs, and onto the broad chest. Pausing here, he pinched the nipples to hardness. "I never knew I could feel like this," he whispered. "I love you so. Promise me you'll be mine, always."
"Always."
A spark of passion lit Obi-Wan's face as he pressed his groin against his Master's, their erections rubbing together, creating a most delightful friction. "Good!" He called the oil to him and warmed a bit of it in his hand. Applying it to his bond mate's opening, he plunged a finger inside that tight, welcoming heat. "And always, of course, means as many times a day - or a night - as I want, right?"
Qui-Gon groaned again, but this time for an entirely different reason as Obi-Wan brushed across his prostate. "How could I ever deny you, my own?" he asked, shivering as a second finger joined the first, stroking him most intimately. "I am yours, day or night, until the end of time." Then, his ability to speak was stolen away as the fingers were withdrawn and replaced by Obi-Wan's satin over steel erection.
"Until the end of time, my Master."
The End