Series: Volcano Virgins 4; if anyone has a better suggestion
for a title for the series I would love to hear it. See notes
for other stories in series.
Rating: R
Archive: M&A; SWC;
Category: Series, humor/parody
Pairing: Q/O
Feedback: Always both welcome and appreciated.
Disclaimer: The boys belong to George Lucas, Inc. I just play
with 'em whenever time allows. Why? Because it's fun.
Summary: Qui Gon and Obi Wan return to their quarters after
dinner with the Council.
Warnings: None. This is more of a chuckle than spew story, I
think.
Notes: Thank you to Pumpkin for the quick beta, letting me have
use of the brain, and, most importantly, her friendship.
The stories in order are:
Virgin Sacrifice at Dawn
The Meaning of Fucking
Suspicion
Interruptions
On with the smut (what there is of it):
"Master," Obi Wan began as soon as they entered their quarters.
"I think they suspect something."
"The Council?" Qui Gon's disbelief was evident in his tone.
"They couldn't add two and two on Yoda's fingers."
"I'm not so sure of that. There was something not quite right
about dinner tonight."
"You're just being paranoid, love. No one suspects us." Qui Gon
took a step toward his apprentice. "But I would be happy to
provide reassurance."
Obi Wan took an answering step forward. "And just what form
would this reassurance take?"
Standing directly in front of Obi Wan now, Qui Gon titled his
head slightly, considering. "I could take you into my arms. An
embrace can be very reassuring."
"True."
"I could send feelings of warmth and support along our link."
"Yes, but somehow I don't think that would be enough."
"I could try to distract you from your troubles."
"That might work. What kind of distraction did you have in
mind?" Obi Wan was gazing upward, directly into his Master's
eyes.
"A really good distraction keeps both the mind and the body
occupied. Don't you think?"
"I do. But what would keep both my mind and my body occupied?"
"Perhaps this." Qui Gon dropped to his knees and swiftly tugged
Obi Wan's leggings down just enough to expose his semi-erect
penis. Then he took it into his mouth and began to suck softly.
Obi Wan groaned and leaned into the door behind him. "That
might work," he managed to sputter.
Qui Gon's chuckle did not escape his mouth.
"It's all well and good to say that we will discover them in
time, but how are we going to discover them, Master?" Depa
Billaba asked.
Before Master Yoda could answer, Councilor Mundi spoke up,
"Cameras."
Master Billaba turned to stare at him. "I know you think Obi
Wan is attractive, but really. I can't believe a member of the
Jedi Council would suggest such a thing."
Master Yaddle came to his defense. "Has a point he does. No
doubt, with cameras."
Master Yoda shook his head. "No, violate my padawan's privacy
to such an extent I will not. No cameras, will there be." He
tilted his head slightly. "Drop in on them we can,
unexpectedly. In their quarters, in the practice rooms. Maybe
arrange for them to be stuck in elevator, left alone in council
chambers."
"We'll need excuses for all of that," Mace Windu pointed out.
"Have them we will. After seven hundred years, good with
excuses, I am."
"Couldn't we just have them examined by the healers? Have the
healers look for evidence of sexual activity." Councilor Koth
asked. He was finding his colleagues new found fascination with
sex more than a little distasteful.
"Have to explain to healers, we would." Yoda shook his head
again. "Not worth risk. Find out ourselves we must."
"Who is going to drop in on them first? And what excuse will
they use?" Master Windu asked.
Obi Wan was still breathing heavily when the door chime
sounded. He hastily tugged up his leggings. Qui Gon had risen
from the floor and Obi Wan was relieved to see that his
master's tunic was sufficient to hide Qui Gon's considerable
erection. However, his hair was disheveled. Reaching out with
the force Obi Wan smoothed his master's hair. Satisfied that
they looked presentable, he admitted their visitor.
It was Master Koth, holding an empty cup. "I'm sorry to
intrude, but I was wondering if I could borrow some tea."
"Of course, Eeth, come in," Qui Gon answered, ignoring, or
perhaps not recognizing, the pointed look Obi Wan was giving
him. "What flavor would you like? I've several on hand." Qui
Gon led him into the kitchen. Obi Wan stared after them,
fervently hoping the Master Koth would not notice the white
flecks in Qui Gon's beard, or would be unable to identify them
if he did.
A few minutes later, they returned. "Thank you, Qui Gon, I
appreciate it. I just wasn't up to a trip to the stores."
"Understandable." Qui Gon clapped him on the back. "Stop by
anytime."
Obi Wan nearly choked.
As soon as the door slid shut, Obi Wan turned on his master.
"What were you thinking? Stop by anytime? He nearly caught us."
"Calm yourself, Padawan. One can hardly be inhospitable to a
Council Member."
"Hmmpf. What I want to know is, why was he here?"
"He was out of tea. It is very distressing to be out of tea,
you know."
"Master, I have lived here for seven years. Never, in all that
time, has Master Koth come by to borrow tea, or sugar for that
matter."
"Well, we are away a great deal. Maybe he's tried before but we
weren't here."
Obi Wan wondered, not for the first time, how a Jedi Master
could be so obtuse. "Has he ever come here to borrow tea in the
last twenty years?"
"No."
"And why do you think that is?"
"Because he never ran out before."
"Maybe it's because he lives on the other side of the Temple
and the storage facility is closer to him than we are," Obi Wan
nearly shouted.
"Oh, I hadn't considered that."
"They're up to something. I can feel it."
"The Council? Obi Wan you worry far too much." Qui Gon took his
apprentice's hands and began walking backwards, toward his bed
chamber, pulling Obi Wan with him. "Let me take your mind off
of your troubles."
Obi Wan followed, wondering if Qui Gon were always going to
remain this insatiable, and if he was, how was Obi Wan ever
going to complete his training?
Obi Wan had to admit that Qui Gon had succeeded in taking his
mind off of his troubles. Or he would have if he had been
capable of thinking about anything other than the way Qui Gon's
nipple felt in his mouth, and the delicious sounds his master
has making as he arched upward. Despite his own earlier orgasm,
he was now unconsciously pressing himself firmly against Qui
Gon's thigh in rhythm with his sucking.
"Obi Wan."
He lifted his head and was pulled into an embrace, Qui Gon's
mouth descending hungrily onto his own. He could feel Qui Gon's
erection beneath him and he pushed against it. Desire coursed
through him.
The door chime sounded.
Groaning, they separated. Obi Wan reached for his tunic, pulled
it on. "I'll get it."
The door opened, revealing Master Rancisis. "Good evening,
Councilor."
"Good evening, Padawan Kenobi. I was wondering if I might," he
hesitated, "borrow some tea." He lifted the empty cup in his
hand.
"Of course," he led the councilor to the kitchen. "Do you have
a preference?"
"Uhh, no. Any tea will be fine."
"The darjeeling is especially good," Qui Gon said from the
doorway. He was leaning against it in a way which made Obi
Wan's heart race.
"I'll try that then." Master Rancisis said. His discomfort was
glaringly obvious and Obi Wan wondered at the cause.
Apparently so did Qui Gon. "It is distressing to be without
tea," he said understandingly.
"Yes. Well, uhh, I should be going."
Qui Gon stepped back out of the doorway and waited politely for
Master Rancisis. Obi Wan followed and together they accompanied
the Master to the door.
"Thank you for the tea."
"You're welcome. Stop by anytime," Qui Gon answered smoothly.
The door slid shut and Obi Wan turned to his master. "Don't
tell me that was normal."
"No, but it was probably just a coincidence."
"A coincidence? Two Council members come by to borrow tea and
you think it's a coincidence?"
"Do you have a better explanation?"
"No, but I can't believe..."
"It'll keep until morning, Padawan," Qui Gon interrupted. He
wrapped his arms around Obi Wan's waist and pulled him close.
"I want you. Come back to bed." He accompanied the words with
images that caused Obi Wan's breath to stop.
"Yes, Master," he managed to choke out.
A few minutes later, Qui Gon asked, "Do you think he noticed
that your tunic was inside out?"
Qui Gon's large hands were sending waves of pleasure through
him. Obi Wan groaned and began to move his hips in time to Qui
Gon's stroking.
"Qui Gon," he groaned. Warm lips covered his in response. He
wrapped his arms around his master, pulling Qui Gon down on top
of him. Qui Gon released his penis and moved his hips, brushing
their erections together.
The door chime sounded. "No," Obi Wan groaned. Qui Gon rolled
off of him, bringing an arm up to cover his face. Obi Wan
pushed himself off of the bed and pulled on his tunic and
leggings. After checking that they were on properly this time,
he went to open the door.
Councilor Mundi. With an empty cup. "I was just wondering if I
could borrow some tea."
"Of course. Right this way." He led Mundi into the kitchen. The
councilor was looking around as if searching for something.
"Is something wrong?"
"Uh, no. Of course not. I was just wondering, where's Qui Gon?"
"Meditating in his chambers."
"Ah. And you, young Kenobi, what do you do while your Master
meditates?"
I masturbate while I imagine him fucking me silly. What do you
think I do? "At the moment I am trying to prepare for the
astrophysics exam next week."
"Advance preparation? Very commendable."
"Thank you, Councilor. Have you decided on a tea yet?"
"I'll just take a couple of these, if that's all right?"
"Of course. Take as many as you like."
"These will do. Thank you."
Obi Wan stood near the doorway, waiting for the Councilor.
Mundi didn't move. Finally, he gestured with his arm, "After
you, Councilor."
Mundi looked slightly abashed as he stepped through the
doorway. Qui Gon was standing on the other side.
"Councilor Mundi dropped by for some tea."
"Did he?" Qui Gon answered, blue eyes boring into Mundi.
"Yes. I ran out. It's a terrible thing to be without tea you
know."
Qui Gon nodded. "So it is."
"Well, uh, I'll be going then." He turned to Obi Wan and
smiled. "Thank you, Obi Wan."
"You're welcome. Stop by anytime."
The door slid shut.
"Stop by anytime," Qui Gon grated.
"You did say we needed to be hospitable to Council members."
"Not to him."
"Why?"
"He wants you."
"What?"
"He wants you. Didn't you notice the way he looked at you
during dinner? And the way his eyes followed you when you got
up to return the dishes."
"Now who is being paranoid?"
"Not me. And, it appears, not you either."
"So you believe me?"
"I may be a little obtuse sometimes, but I am not stupid." He
reached for Obi Wan. "Now where were we?"
"Wearing a lot less and lying down, as I recall."
"And doing this," Qui Gon added as he brought his lips down on
Obi Wan's.
Obi Wan groaned and pulled himself away, heading for the
bedroom and the abandoned bottle of vegetable oil. Re-entering
the common room he stopped for a moment to admire the scene in
front of him. Qui Gon was nude, kneeling on the floor, his
forearms resting on the couch in front of him, his head resting
on his forearms. He looked vulnerable, a word Obi Wan had never
previously associated with his master, and wanton, also a word
he was unused to using to describe Qui Gon.
Obi Wan knelt behind him, opening the bottle. He had just begun
to pour some oil into his hand when the door chime sounded.
"Not again," Qui Gon muttered.
"Can't we just ignore it? Maybe whoever it is will think we're
not here."
Qui Gon was already on his feet, pulling on clothing. "If it's
a council member, they'll most likely know we're here."
Sighing, Obi Wan sat down the bottle and began to pull on his
own clothes. It was awkward to do one-handed, but the other
hand was damp with oil. Noticing his dilemma, Qui Gon wrapped
Obi Wan's belt around his waist and fastened it. The chimes
sounded again. "Go wash that hand. I'll get the door."
Obi Wan did as he was told and was still standing at the
kitchen sink, drying his hands, when Yareal Poof entered with
Qui Gon. "Good evening, Councilor."
"Good evening, Obi Wan. I just stopped by to borrow some..."
"Tea?" Obi Wan suggested.
"Sugar. I have tea, but nothing to sweeten it with."
"I like sugar in my tea as well. Qui Gon is of the opinion that
I am ruining it."
"That's because your cup is half sugar. I'm sure Councilor Poof
is more judicious in his use of sweeteners."
"Oh, I am. Not usual for me to run out, not usual at all."
Qui Gon and Obi Wan exchanged looks. "I'm sure it isn't,
Councilor," Qui Gon said gently.
They walked back into the common room, all three of them
noticing the bottle of vegetable oil on the floor at the same
moment. Obi Wan panicked, felt Qui Gon do the same. "I, ahhh,
was using it to..." Obi Wan started, picking up the bottle.
"Treat the leather on his boots." Qui Gon finished abruptly.
"Really?" Master Poof asked his long neck undulating
disturbingly as he turned his head from one to the other. "Does
it work well?"
"Very well, Master." Obi Wan answered, his voice suddenly an
octave higher than usual.
"I shall have to try it then." He moved toward the door. Qui
Gon and Obi Wan trailed after him. "Thank you for the sugar."
"Of course. We're happy to be of service." Qui Gon answered.
Just as Master Poof was leaving, he asked, "Do you think the
Council will have another mission for us soon?"
"I don't know. Are you anxious to be away?"
"Obi Wan and I are both happiest when we are working."
Master Poof smiled. Qui Gon and Obi Wan didn't notice. "Thank
you again." Then he was gone.
They walked to the couch and collapsed on it, side by side.
After several minutes, Obi Wan asked, "Why did you inquire
about a mission?"
"Because I'm beginning to think it is the only way we will get
any privacy." He extended an arm in invitation and Obi Wan
moved next to him, settling his head on Qui Gon's shoulder.
"What do you think they're up to?"
Qui Gon rested his cheek against Obi Wan's hair. "I have no
idea. But whatever it is Yoda is behind it."
"How do you know?"
"I'm out of tea. Only Yoda could up with an excuse that lame."
They sat in silence for several more minutes. "Come, Obi Wan.
Let's go to bed." Qui Gon rose and tugged Obi Wan up next to
him. "If we can't have sex, we might as well get some sleep."
"You don't want to try again?"
"Not tonight. I can only imagine who would show up if we did."
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