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Archive: MA, QJEB, BIC. Any others please ask.
Category: angst, non-con, h/c, first time (sort of)
Rating: NC17
Pairing: O/other, Q/O
Feedback: Appreciated, especially constructive criticism. Grammar, plotline, characters, continuity or whatever - if you think something could be improved please let me know.
Thanks to the beta readers - for help with comments and encouragement, Thalia for the first draft, Tem-Ve and Gloriana for plowing through the monster final draft, and especially Emu for putting up with so many iterations of the story and letting me know honestly when things sucked (which is really only fair since it was her little bunny that grew up into this ravening beast). All mistakes are definitely my own since I can't resist tweaking.
Summary: A mission goes wrong, Obi-Wan ends up in prison and gets a new cellmate. Serious issues ensue.
Warnings: If you don't like male-male relationships you are in the wrong place. Language, a fair bit of Obi-abuse and noncon sex.
Spoilers: None, pre-TPM.
Disclaimer: The boys belong to George Lucas, I'm just playing with them. No profit is intended or made.
~ ~ Character internal thoughts
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The padawan in the mirror looked back with solemn gray eyes. The formal whites shone in the midday sunlight streaming in through the open window, the slight breeze ruffling the ends of the meticulously pressed tabard. The brilliant shine on the dress boots reflected back into the mirror. A tall figure appeared behind the padawan, wrapping two long arms around him.
Obi-Wan leaned back into the comforting bulk, an action that would have been nearly unthinkable when he first returned from Junmek. He worried at his lower lip as he reviewed everything he had accomplished since the last time he had appeared in this place. "You know, Master, I really should have found time to try to do all three of the additional extra credit history papers instead of just two. I flunked the midcourse exam so badly, and I should have -"
A large finger silenced the nervous babble. "Hush, Padawan. It is a waste of energy to speculate on would have, could have or should have," said Qui-Gon. "You worked very hard, and did the best you could. It's time for the Board to decide if it was enough."
Obi-Wan thought of all the effort he had put in; for several tendays he had been working almost nonstop to try to ensure that he turned in the best possible results. Despite losing three days of work while he was in the trance, he felt reasonably comfortable with his academic results. The evaluation of his physical training had gone well except for one kata he still could not complete, but he hoped he would get credit for the fact that it was an advanced exercise that most human padawans did not even attempt until they were much older. Healer Nolspaq had seemed pleased with his progress in therapy and with the results of another complete examination, but she had not been willing to commit to a date for returning him to Mission status until she and her superiors completely reviewed his case. Obi-Wan's stomach knotted up as all sorts of `what ifs' tumbled through his mind. His anxiety must have spilled over the bond as he found himself suddenly turned around and looking up into his Master's composed features.
"Padawan, calm yourself," said Qui-Gon, a finger under his apprentice's chin, lifting his face to look into his eyes. "No matter what the Board decides, *I* know how hard you worked and how far you had to come. It was very difficult, and I am proud of what you have accomplished. Let the Board make its decision; whatever the outcome, we will deal with it together. Just remember, I believe in you, and you must believe in yourself."
Obi-Wan drew a deep breath. "Yes, Master," he said, trying to hold a shaky smile. "It's just that the waiting is difficult."
"I know, Padawan." Qui-Gon made a few minute adjustments to his apprentice's uniform, then stepped back to inspect the results. He looked at Obi-Wan and smiled. "You will be alright."
"Yes, Master," said Obi-Wan. His smile was genuine this time as he said softly, "Thank you, Master, for everything."
Qui-Gon just nodded, but the blue eyes were warm with affection.
There was more waiting to be endured as the agenda for the Padawan Review Board tended to be quite full at the end of each academic term. In addition to the normal load of performance, schedule and promotion reviews, there were usually a number of existing Notices of Counseling to review or new ones to issue as well as the occasional Notice of Deficiencies to review or issue. Two other padawans waiting with their masters were there for Counseling; the youngest looked at Obi-Wan with wide, frightened eyes when the older padawan mentioned he was there for an ND and practically ran back to the shelter of his master lest he be terminally contaminated. Obi-Wan started to babble again, but his master just smiled and motioned to the impatient apprentice to sit beside him; with the sigh of a martyr going to the stake Obi-Wan complied. Finally, however, the door opened for Obi-Wan's turn and he and his master entered.
The full board of fifteen masters and knights was present, chatting or looking at datapads, as master and padawan walked quickly to the center of the room. Master Ch'tor held sway from his position at the center of the semicircular table. Once again two Council members, Adi Gallia and Yaddle, had both opted to attend in their role as ex officio members, but this time they were also joined by Healer Nolspaq and Master Healer Hregan, head of the Soul Healers.
The two Jedi waited patiently at the center of the room to be officially recognized. Time seemed to stretch interminably and Obi-Wan began to wonder if this was some deliberately sadistic test. He fought hard to maintain a calm exterior, focusing his gaze on the edge of the of the table, but his stomach was doing flip-flops and he was immensely grateful he had eaten so little at lunch. When Master Ch'tor left his chair and hobbled around the table in his direction, Obi-Wan felt beads of sweat start to pop out on his forehead. Master and padawan bowed respectfully when the elderly chairperson came over to their position. Obi-Wan swallowed and stood ramrod straight as Master Ch'tor looked him over from head to toe, circled around him, occasionally poking him with a bony digit, making odd clicking and grumbling noises in his throat, his sour expression never changing. With a small snort of disgust the Master finally turned and hobbled back, stopping briefly for a few words with the Master Healer before returning to his chair. Obi-Wan's stomach was rapidly turning into a seething mass of churning, coiling serpents. The banging of a datapad almost made him jump as Master Ch'tor called the meeting to order and he had a sudden urgent need to piss which he sternly repressed.
"Master Jinn, Padawan Kenobi," announced Master Ch'tor in his chilly voice. Master and padawan bowed. The chairman continued, "We are here today to review the progress of Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi, to determine the status of his suspended promotion to Senior Padawan and the need for any additional disciplinary action. Master Jinn, before we begin, do you wish to address the Board?"
Qui-Gon bowed. "Yes, Master Ch'tor, thank you. You have seen my report, so I will not repeat the details it contains. I do wish to emphasize, however, that I have personally observed the tremendous amount of work that Padawan Kenobi has put in. His attitude has completely turned around and he has aggressively worked on resolving his deficiencies in personal, academic and training areas. In his physical training his skills are beyond those of his peers; I took that into account when I designed a challenging training plan for him and I am quite satisfied with his progress this term. Padawan Kenobi took full responsibility for his problems and his actions and worked very hard to correct those problems. I believe he has earned promotion to Senior Padawan and I would gladly take him as my partner on any mission."
"Thank you, Master Jinn," said the chairman dryly. "Well said, and I am sure your report will be given its due weight. Do any members have questions for Master Jinn?" Master Ch'tor looked around but was met only by silence or shaking heads. "Very well." He paused to lay out a number of datapads in front of him.
Obi-Wan's nerves were taut, his tension only mildly diminished by his Master's words of praise. ~ You are ready for this, don't let them get to you. ~ Despite his best intentions, he still started when his name was barked out.
"Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi."
"Yes, Master Ch'tor." Obi-Wan stepped forward, then knelt respectfully, his head bowed.
"Padawan Kenobi, in reviewing your Notice of Deficiencies, there was quite a remarkable list of very serious problems in almost every area of endeavor."
"Yes, Master Ch'tor." Obi-Wan raised his head to look at the Board chair and members.
"In addition to the standard reports, we have also had observers providing status reports. We have quite a bit of information about you and your progress, Padawan Kenobi." Bony digits shuffled through datapads. "Hmm, this one is about your academic prowess, if I may use the term loosely." Obi-Wan's jaw tightened, but Qui-Gon sent a quiet wave of reassurance over the bond. Ch'tor looked up sharply, as if he had sensed the interplay, and looked quite annoyed.
"Hmmph, as I was saying, your academic work left a very great deal to be desired the first half of the term. Failing tests, poor participation, incomplete assignments, a very poor picture indeed, wouldn't you say?"
"Yes, Master Ch'tor, I was clearly not performing even to minimal standards."
"Indeed, you were not. Let's see what your final reports look like." The white eyebrows waggled as the chairperson looked through a datapad. "I suppose this is rather encouraging. It seems you have actually brought your marks up enough to pass all four of your classes...bit close for comfort in galactic history...class participation...extra papers...improved attitude." The Master looked at Obi-Wan. "Not the best marks I've ever seen, but I suppose it's something that you at least passed."
"Yes, Master Ch'tor." ~ Keep it short, keep it polite. ~
Ch'tor tossed aside one datapad and picked up another. "Physical training," he announced. "Lightsaber drills, advanced drills, unarmed combat...hmm, katas. Think you're pretty good with that lightsaber, don't you, Padawan?"
Treading carefully, Obi-Wan tried for a diplomatic answer. "I am better than many, Master Ch'tor, but certainly not as skilled as others."
"I don't care if your master is the best wordsplitter in seventeen sectors. Don't play those games in here, Padawan," Ch'tor said harshly. "Do you believe you're good or not?"
"Respectfully, sir, I understand this matter is too serious for games and that was not my intent. I apologize if it appeared that way." Obi-Wan paused, a bright spot of red in each cheek. "To answer your question, yes, Master Ch'tor, I am good with a lightsaber. I am better than most padawans and a lot of knights, but my Master can still put me flat on my butt any time he really wants to remind me not to get a swelled head."
The response got a smile from the two Council members and a wide grin from Healer Nolspaq, but the Board members all maintained a carefully schooled mask of indifference.
"There is a fine line between pride and honest acknowledgement of strengths and weaknesses. Remember that, Padawan."
"Yes, Master Ch'tor." Obi-Wan nodded respectfully.
"I see you had five new katas in your training plan. Rather ambitious to my way of thinking. Did you master all of them?"
"No, Master Ch'tor."
"Is that all you have to say about it, Padawan Kenobi?"
"Yes, sir." Obi-Wan kept the tone respectful but refused to lower his gaze until he saw the other's head nod minutely.
"Very well, Padawan." More shuffling of datapads. "Ah, yes. This would seem to be the real heart of the problem here, your therapy reports." Long nails tapped impatiently for a moment. "Well, if we discard about eighty percent of these superfluous syllables, it appears that you have made some progress. There are a number of milestones noted...good cooperation...a major breakthrough recently. Altogether, a seemingly favorable report." The chairperson looked up. "Padawan, are you cured of this problem?"
"No, Master Ch'tor. There are some issues still to resolve, but I believe I have the situation under control."
"Indeed," said the Master flatly. "Everyone has seen the reports?" Members of the Board nodded. "At this time I open the proceedings for Board members to question Padawan Kenobi."
The next half hour was very similar to the last proceeding. Board members peppered Obi-Wan with questions about a wide range of topics, barely allowing him to finish an answer before the next question arrived. The apprentice answered as best he could, and honestly replied if he could not. Sweat trickled down the side of his face but he maintained a calm demeanor under the barrage, ever respectful, ever mindful of the seriousness of the occasion. As suddenly as it started, the deluge stopped. Obi-Wan drew several deep breaths as he took one more look around the Board.
Master Ch'tor had been silent during the questioning. He now gathered his datapads, slowly tapping a lone clawlike nail. "If there are no more questions, I shall sum up." One last scrutiny around the room.
"Padawan Kenobi, you had numerous and significant deficiencies. There has been some progress; you passed all four of your academic classes, much of your physical training was completed, the Healers have noted improvements in your condition. On the other hand, the final marks were not exactly exemplary and you did not achieve all of the objectives in your training plan. From the Healer's report, I quote the following: `based on the severity of the initial problem and repressed memories uncovered during therapy, we cannot at this time recommend that Padawan Kenobi be returned to unlimited Mission status'. So, some good points, some not so good." The master gathered the datapads in one bony hand and looked at the apprentice.
Listening to the summary, Obi-Wan had felt hopeful until the quote from the Healers. ~ No Mission status. ~ He swallowed hard as his stomach turned to lead. He looked down as his shoulders slumped. ~ All that work, and no Mission status. Force, that's probably the end of the promotion, too. ~
"Padawan Kenobi," said Ch'tor sharply.
Obi-Wan drew a deep breath, gathered himself, looked up. "Yes, Master Ch'tor?"
The master held up the three datapads. "Is this the *best* that you could do, Padawan Kenobi?" he asked, almost disdainfully.
Obi-Wan hesitated, then Qui-Gon's words echoed in his head. ~ 'I believe in you, and you must believe in yourself.' I guess if I'm going down, I can at least do it with my head held up. ~
The apprentice squared his shoulders and looked straight at the Board chairman. "Yes, Master Ch'tor," he said firmly.
"Do you believe you deserve to be a Senior Padawan?"
"Yes, Master Ch'tor."
"Is there anything else you wish to say before we adjourn to determine our decision, Padawan Kenobi?"
"Yes, sir, there is." Obi-Wan looked around at the Board members. "I have freely admitted that I had problems, I took responsibility for those problems, and I have worked hard, to the best of my knowledge and ability, to correct those problems. I make no claims to perfection, and if my progress has not been sufficient to pass your judgement, then so be it. I will keep working, just as hard, and I ask only for guidance to let me know what I still need to correct. Master Ch'tor, members of the Board, I thank you for the opportunity you provided to allow me to try to correct the deficiencies, and I will respectfully abide by your decision."
There was silence for a brief moment before the chairman spoke. "Very well, this concludes the public portion of this hearing. Master Jinn, Padawan Kenobi, please wait outside."
The two Jedi bowed and left the room.
Obi-Wan retreated to the far corner of the waiting room and sat down heavily, his head in his hands. Qui-Gon quietly followed him and sat down beside him, a comforting hand on his apprentice's knee. They sat in silence for several minutes.
"You know, I really thought I had a chance for a while," Obi-Wan finally ventured in a muffled voice. He raised his head, eyes heavy. "I'm sorry, Master."
"Obi-Wan, you don't know what they're going to decide."
"If I can't get back to Mission status, why should they give me the promotion? I can't go anywhere without that."
"Listen to me, Padawan," said Qui-Gon sternly. "You're not using your intelligence or your training and you are jumping to conclusions. What really happened in there?"
"The Board had all the progress reports that I hadn't been allowed to see and they asked me a ton of questions. I felt like the main course at a Moruvian barbecue, being slowly turned over the spit," said Obi-Wan morosely. "It was a review hearing, that's what happens at review hearings."
"That entire proceeding was a test, Padawan," replied Qui-Gon. "While you were answering questions and watching Master Ch'tor, I was watching everyone else."
"So?"
"Most of that hearing was very carefully orchestrated. Remember that this is Master Ch'tor's third tour as chair of the Padawan Review Board, and this group can be particularly hard on padawans. Revoking a promotion to Senior Padawan is a very serious affair, and I suspect they wanted to be certain they were making the right decision, whatever that may turn out to be. I thought you actually acquitted yourself rather well in what was clearly intended to be a difficult situation."
"Thank you, Master, but you heard Master Ch'tor. He was reading right from the Healer's report; they didn't give me Mission status."
"First, Padawan, he was reading a very small and carefully chosen extract from the report. I strongly suspect he chose that part specifically just to see how you would react," said Qui-Gon, slipping unconsciously into lecture mode. "Second, I was watching Healer Nolspaq. She may be a very good healer, but a trained diplomat she clearly is not. When Ch'tor was putting on his act, she was giving off clear signals of discomfort and forced collusion. I strongly suspect there are a lot more positive things in that report than Master Ch'tor was willing to divulge."
"And I did pass all my courses, and most of the other training, didn't I?" said Obi-Wan slowly, trying to look for positive aspects of the situation. "You think there might really be a chance?"
"Obviously I can't guarantee anything, but I believe there is a much better chance than you are allowing yourself to believe in. Shall we wait and see what the actual decision is before we jump off the top of the west tower?"
Obi-Wan nodded, a small grin sneaking onto his face. "Yes, Master, I guess I can wait a little longer."
Actually, it was only another ten minutes before they were summoned back into the hearing room. They walked sedately to the center of the room and bowed.
Master Ch'tor motioned to a knight standing at one end of the table. The knight walked over to Qui-Gon and handed him a stack of datapads.
"Master Jinn, Padawan Kenobi, welcome back. The Board has reviewed your case, Padawan Kenobi, and a copy of the complete report with the supporting inputs has been provided to your Master. To summarize the final decision, your promotion to Senior Padawan is confirmed and you will retain your original date of promotion so there will be no loss of seniority. No additional academic or training probation is required. The Board concurs with the Healer's recommendation for restricted Mission status and recommends that you continue your therapy. If there are no questions, case is dismissed."
Obi-Wan blinked, certain that he must have missed something in the rapid recitation. "Is that it?" he blurted out.
Master Ch'tor looked up, white eyebrows drawn together in a ferocious frown. "You were expecting a medal?"
"No, Master Ch'tor, of course not, uh, thank you, sir, board members." Obi-Wan could feel his face flushing as a surge of amusement came across his bond with Qui-Gon.
"You have questions?"
"No, Master Ch'tor."
"Then you are both dismissed."
Master and apprentice bowed and turned to leave.
"Oh, by the way, Padawan Kenobi."
The apprentice turned his head.
Master Ch'tor looked up from his datapad briefly. "Nice work, Padawan." He turned back to his datapad.
Obi-Wan started to open his mouth but a tug on his tunic pulled him toward the door. Instead he just nodded and followed his master out.
The good news finally started to sink in as they were walking down the hallway. Obi-Wan could feel the grin growing and quickly decided he didn't care who saw it.
Footsteps sounded behind them. "Obi-Wan!"
The two men turned as Healer Nolspaq hurried up. She hugged the beaming apprentice. "Congratulations, Obi-Wan. I'm so happy for you, especially after all that work you put in."
"Thank you, Healer. You helped a lot, and I really appreciate that," replied Obi-Wan, hugging her back.
"Allow me to also express my appreciation, Healer Nolspaq," added Qui-Gon.
"You are most welcome, Master Jinn. But you also helped a lot in Obi-Wan's recovery, which made my job much easier."
"Thank you, it was my pleasure to help. There is one thing you could help clarify, if you would. I'm sure my padawan would like to understand what his Mission status actually means."
Obi-Wan nodded vigorously, so the Healer herded them out of the hallway and into a nearby unused room.
"Actually, I should apologize for all that business with your Mission status, but we were asked specifically by the Board not to tell you," said the Healer. She looked angry for a moment. "There really was no need to have put you through all that nonsense with that inquisition, and it doesn't mean much that they concurred with our report. Once Master Healer Hregan makes an official determination on someone's Mission status the only ones who can override it are the Council. When you read the entire report, you will see that you have been restored to `restricted Mission status'. There are all sorts of different restrictions that can be used. In your case, we don't really think you are going to have any serious problems, but we prefer to err on the conservative side. The restrictions you have are that you continue therapy and meditations, and you can't be sent back to places like Junmek right away; we want your next couple of missions to be reasonably routine, then we'll reevaluate. As long as there are no more problems, I should think you would be back to unlimited status in a few months."
"That's wonderful," said Obi-Wan, his grin getting even wider. "Thank you again, Healer, I appreciate everything both of you have done for me." He hugged the Healer again and then Qui-Gon.
"It's been good working with you, Obi-Wan," said the Healer. "If you will excuse me, though, I do have some other patients I need to see this afternoon."
"Of course," said Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. They bowed as the Healer left.
"Actually, I've also got some work to do this afternoon," said Obi-Wan. "Latemeal will be at nineteenth hour today, Master." He reached up to brush a quick kiss across Qui-Gon's lips before heading for the door. He paused in the doorway, pointed a finger, and said severely, "Don't be late." The grin was already returning to his face, though, as he ducked out the door.
"Yes, Padawan," whispered Qui-Gon to the empty door, a smile of anticipation lighting his features.
The savory smells drifting from the small kitchen tickled the nose of the tall Jedi Master as he entered the shared quarters and hung up his robe. The sight of the half naked padawan who appeared in the open doorway pleasantly stirred other parts of his anatomy.
"Whew, I had forgotten how much steam making the reshouli generates," said Obi-Wan as he wiped his face with a towel. "I'm glad you're back, Master. The food will be finished soon and I wanted to make sure we both had time to get ready."
"I had to stop by the Master at Arms office and harass those bureaucrats into countersigning the official notification so they'll stop bothering us." Qui-Gon triumphantly held up a datapad with a wide smile. "Mace grumped at me a bit when I asked for it in writing, but the restriction is finally, fully and officially over."
"That's wonderful, Master," said Obi-Wan, an answering smile lighting his features. "Tomorrow we shall go wherever you like to celebrate."
"Tomorrow?"
"Yes, tomorrow," replied the apprentice firmly. "Tonight we have unfinished business to take care of."
"And what might that be, o Padawan mine...." said Qui-Gon teasingly.
Instead of answering, Obi-Wan advanced on his master, eyes alight with an almost feral hunger. He captured the taller man's arms and backed him across the common room until he fell back on the couch. Holding the long arms down as he put a knee on each side of the seated figure, Obi-Wan kept advancing until he had captured Qui-Gon's mouth in a long searing kiss that left both men gasping for breath.
Pulling back a few inches, Obi-Wan finally spoke. "I know there has been a lot that has changed. I can't offer you the things I wanted to, and I've still got some problems to resolve, but I'm going to ask anyway since you're not allowed to. I love you, Qui-Gon Jinn, and I want you to be my lover. What is your answer?"
Qui-Gon looked into the intense eyes, felt the heat against and inside his groin, and swallowed. "Obi-Wan Kenobi, I would be honored to have any part of you that you are able to give and to help you any way I can. And it would give me very great pleasure to be your lover for as long as you will have me."
"Then tonight you are mine. Do the things that I ask, follow me on this path, tell me your feelings honestly if I hurt you, and I will do everything in my power to pleasure you. Can you do this, Qui-Gon?"
There was an unfamiliar tingle in his belly at the silky, possessive tone of the word `mine', but Qui-Gon did not hesitate. "Yes, Obi-Wan. What do you need from me?"
A sweet lingering kiss promised much more to come before the apprentice stood up. "For right now, I want you to get cleaned up, get dressed in the clothes I left for you in the fresher, then wait in your room while I finish getting everything ready." Obi-Wan smiled. "Think you can handle that?"
"I think I could just about manage that," said Qui-Gon with a smile of his own. He got up and headed for the fresher under the apprentice's watchful eye.
Closing the door of the fresher behind him, Qui-Gon drew a sharp breath as he saw the outfit hanging on the back of the door. Shimmering deep blue radiance hung in soft folds of the matching pieces. He supposed they could be loosely classified as pajamas, but that was like saying a lightsaber made a good flashlight.
The midthighlength shorts that passed for smallclothes were lined with a soft furry substance that raised goose bumps on his arm when he caressed it with one hand. The top and bottom pieces were heavy synthsilk that whispered on his skin. He smiled when he noticed there no buttons to tear, only skillfully hidden magnepanels along the front of the tunic and in the fly. Upon closer examination, the robe that went with the outfit turned out to have a subtle pattern of lighter blue stars on the dark blue background, a sash closing and two large pockets.
Qui-Gon tore himself away so he could undress and shower. As he got ready to step into the large bath and shower enclosure, the odd tingle that had lingered in his belly exploded into a dancing flight of butterflies as he grasped the significance of the items laid out for his use. His favorite shampoo and soap, of course, but as he sorted through the other items he realized just how thoroughly he was to supposed to clean himself. He hesitated a long while, leaning naked against the counter as he turned the long slender nozzle over and over in his hands. Qui-Gon had thought of this situation several times since the healer's blunt but accurate observation that he had never bottomed before, but he couldn't truthfully say he had ever fully resolved his feelings. A little shiver ran down his spine as he thought about the reality that lay ahead, but the sparks of joyful anticipation that floated over the bond finally decided the matter for him.
Qui-Gon plunged ahead, efficiently showering and cleansing himself, toweling off, drying his hair and slowly drawing on his new clothes. He was still a bit giddy from the unaccustomed sensations of the warm water that had filled him, and almost got a full erection just from the incredible cloth that glided over his cock. Qui-Gon had to lean against the wall with a cold cloth on his face, quieting his breathing as he sternly repressed his feelings. When he stuck his head out of the fresher, Obi-Wan immediately came over and hustled him into his room, told him brusquely to wait and relax, and shut the door, immediately opening it again, however, with a reminder that he had better not have lost a certain blue rock before closing the door again with a solid thump.
Having retrieved the box with the precious blue stone and placed it in his pocket, Qui-Gon settled down to wait. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, he entered a light relaxation meditation to counter the effect of the exotic fabrics on his skin. He opened his eyes again at the eventual loud knock on his door, unfolded himself and stretched before slowly walking out of his room.
One step into the common room and Qui-Gon had to stop and stare. Furniture had been pulled to the sides of the room and warm candle light flickered on the walls. At the base of the couch a low table had been spread with a veritable feast of his favorite foods. Pillows covered the floor around it. Soft water music played in the background. Across the room, slinking slowly toward him, his sinuous apprentice was a walking wet dream in brilliant emerald green synthsilk, loose, low slung pantaloons and open vest whispering as he moved. The eyes, hard nipples and navel were outlined with dark green that matched the scarf tied around his forehead. The tip of his tongue peeked out, slowly licking his upper lip. Qui-Gon gasped and his cock jumped when the apparition drew close and ever so slowly circled around him, just barely not touching, eyes hot and hungry. Fingertips brushed the blue clad arm, hand barely clasping hand as the apprentice led his master to the waiting banquet and let him sink down into the nest of pillows.
Obi-Wan gracefully floated down next to Qui-Gon and poured two glasses of amber wine. Giving one to his master, he leaned in, touching the two glasses together. "To us, together, forever," he said softly.
Qui-Gon replied almost breathlessly, "To us, together, forever." The wine was crisp and cool as it crossed his tongue, a bare hint of sweetness lingering.
The meal that followed was a hedonist's delight. The two men deftly fed each other, delicacies of tender morsels, crisp vegetables, herbed dumplings with hidden meats, sensuous sauces, enough to tantalize the tongue but not sate the belly. There were murmurings of meaningless conversation and carefully chosen sweets to complement the meal.
Taking another sip of wine, Qui-Gon looked over the edge of the glass at the man sitting beside him. "That was a wonderful meal, Obi-Wan. Thank you."
The apprentice leaned back against the couch. "You are welcome, Qui-Gon. I'm glad you liked it. And I like you in that blue, it suits you well." He licked chocolate sauce off his fingers for a moment, setting the older man's heart thumping. "In fact, you are quite beautiful, so very beautiful to me."
"And you are a wicked sensualist hiding behind that staid padawan's braid. You're lucky you chose a master for your lover. These remarkable blue shorts almost ended this evening before it began," said Qui-Gon slyly.
Obi-Wan laughed, an infectious grin that seemed to shine from his soul.
"I love it when you laugh, Obi-Wan. You light up the world for me when you do that," said Qui-Gon. He looked at his apprentice somberly for a moment. "There is something missing, though. You simply don't look quite right."
"And what would that be, my beautiful Master?" said Obi-Wan, still with a grin on his face.
Drawing the small box from the pocket of his robe, Qui-Gon opened it and placed it on the table. He intercepted the slender hand reaching for it. "Let me," he said softly. "Please." Large callused hands deftly unplaited the end of the long braid, then tenderly rewove the strands with the brilliant blue gem in place, softly reflecting the dim candlelight. Tying off the end, he laid it down and stroked it gently. Speaking around the sudden lump in his throat, he whispered, "That's much better, my beautiful Senior Padawan."
Obi-Wan carefully placed the braid across his palm, gazing down at it with suspiciously bright eyes. "Thank you, Master." He closed his hand around the stone and looked up. "For everything. I could not have earned this without your help."
A large hand closed around the fisted stone. "You worked hard for it. You deserve to wear it proudly."
Green tinged gray eyes looked into blue. Obi-Wan broke the stare, jumping up with a smile. "Let's dance."
"Dance?"
"Don't look at me like that, silly man." The music changed to a sultry beat, heavy with bass. "You'll like it, I promise." He pulled the larger man up to his feet. "You won't need this, though." Obi-Wan untied the sash of the robe and slowly pulled it off, then tossed it onto the couch. "There, that's much better."
Bemused, Qui-Gon let Obi-Wan lead him to the cleared center of the room. Both men were graceful and used to working in close unison; what started as a simple glide around the room soon became almost a kata of building passion. The synthsilk outfits whispered against each other and on their skins as they moved together. Closer and closer together they drifted; hands began to move, fingers brushing arms, moving up to shoulders, caressing chest and sides. Around and around the room they flowed; close embrace, heat touching heat, hands on backs. Obi-Wan rested his head against Qui-Gon's chest and smiled a little as he felt Qui-Gon's erection rapidly growing in the now snug confines of the torturously erotic shorts. With his teeth, the apprentice carefully pulled open the top magnepanels of Qui-Gon's tunic, then kissed the hot exposed skin. On their next pass around the room, the green vest floated to the floor. Two slender hands pulled apart the front of the blue tunic and slid inside, pushing the fabric aside. The sudden contact of skin on skin drew a sharp gasp and moan from the Jedi Master. Both men were hot, sweat beading on their skin, slick where bare flesh moved against bare flesh. Hands caressed smooth backs, gradually moving lower. Obi-Wan licked at the salt sweat gathering at the base of Qui-Gon's throat as his hands sneaked down to knead the Master's synthsilk covered ass. The apprentice's hard cock swung freely within the loose green fabric that was the only covering on his lower body and he could feel the engorged shaft trapped in the fur lined shorts rub against his lower belly.
"Force," moaned Qui-Gon. "Want you, Obi-Wan...please."
Licking, kissing and nibbling, Obi-Wan maneuvered them through the doorway and into the main bedroom. His gaze wandered around the room for a moment as he stripped the blue tunic from the hot body and flung it aside.
~ We're really here, together, for real, just like I dreamed about. ~ The evening had been everything the apprentice could have hoped for so far, but the reality was proving even better than the dream.
Adrenaline surged as Obi-Wan pushed Qui-Gon onto the bed, backing him into the middle of the large surface, then held him down, dived in and captured his mouth. Tongue meeting tongue, exploring, plundering, heat sending exquisite sparks into his gut until Obi-Wan pulled back. He sat astride Qui-Gon, gently flexing his hips as his cock ground into his Master's hard organ, the layers of synthsilk becoming even slipperier as precum began to flow. Obi-Wan could feel the heat and power trapped beneath him, and it was intoxicating to know that it was there because of him.
"How do you like this dance, Qui-Gon?" he teased with a wicked smile.
"When do I get to lead?" growled the master.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, so impatient," said Obi-Wan, grinding his cock a little harder. "Whatever happened to living in the moment?"
"I'll give you a moment, you impertinent little -"
Qui-Gon's attempted escape turned into a wrestling tussle, with the slippery apprentice ending up stretched out on top, a leg lock on his beleaguered master's hips and a lip lock on his face. Obi-Wan held the long arms down as he moved from the gasping mouth, licking and kissing across his bearded face, nibbling an ear, licking sweat from his long throat, pausing to suck the pulsing vein. The salty taste rolled across his tongue, making him greedy for more. Qui-Gon's moans as their groins mashed together were music to his ears. Obi-Wan slid down the long body, turning his oral attentions to the hard nipples, the rough sensation exhilarating on his tongue. He nibbled and kissed, biting down, enjoying the sparks shooting across the bond, then soothing the brief pain. His hands began roving, skimming the flat belly and teasing along the edge of the blue pajama bottoms.
"Obi-Wan, more...must have more," moaned the Master. He made an abortive move to reach for the apprentice.
"Oh no you don't," gasped Obi-Wan. He snatched off his silk head scarf and tied the two large hands together, pinning them above the tousled head with a touch of Force, checking to ensure that Qui-Gon could release himself if he truly wanted to. "Tonight you're mine," he whispered fiercely, a possessive gleam in his eyes. Obi-Wan noted with surprise that not only had Qui-Gon not objected to being tied up, he had distinctly felt Qui-Gon's excitement level ratchet upwards at his actions and words, Qui's flushed face, racing blood and throaty groans matching the waves of desire crashing across their bond. Swiftly he moved down the hot flesh, holding down squirming hips to grab the waistband of both lower garments and roughly yank them off, tossing them off the bed.
A hot blast of erotic power surged through his body as Obi-Wan took a moment to contemplate the sweaty body before him, straining with need, the power to deny or satisfy in his hands. Qui-Gon's hard cock slapped against his belly as Obi-Wan shoved the long legs apart and moved between them. He caressed and teased hot skin, moving up Qui's inner thighs, around the flanks and the lower belly, the hot salty firmness of flexing muscles burning across his tongue. Finally he moved lower, diving in to suck and lick heavy balls, drawing moans and gasps. Heady musk filled his nose, the delicate skin smooth on his lips and tongue as he played with the testicles in their soft sac, rolling them around and around. Obi-Wan deliberately let the sensations flood through him, new feelings of shared love and lust wiping away the familiar but hurtful memories of how he had learned this skill.
Soft fingertips caressed hard shaft as his hot mouth sucked tender balls and licked soft skin of the perineum. Hips squirmed and bucked helplessly under the assault as Qui-Gon moaned his need. Without warning Obi-Wan shifted his attack, using his hard-won expertise to pleasure his moaning lover. He took the leaking head into his mouth, dipping his tongue into the slit, sweeping across the head, then aggressively sucking down the length as one hand moved to fondle the balls. Obi-Wan felt his own cock growing harder, fluid soaking into the fabric of his pantaloons, as he reveled in the feel of the soft skin over the rigid, blood-filled organ as it filled his mouth and throat. Mercilessly he worked the length of the cock, taking the master to the edge, exploring the big man's reactions, cataloging those spots which evoked the strongest reactions. Qui-Gon's frantic wriggling when the ticklish spot at the base of his shaft was captured made Obi-Wan smile, the sudden howl when a smooth tongue invaded the slit sent an electric charge into his gut, the suction of a full throat massage sent reverberations shooting across the bond as his own balls tightened in response. He worked his magic, then pulled back, not once, not twice, but three times, before pulling off completely and sitting back near the edge of the bed.
Both men were gasping for breath, sweating, tension stretching the bond taut. Qui-Gon tossed his head, beads of sweat flying, his hips reaching helplessly for relief, hands straining in his bonds. Obi-Wan finally pulled off his last garment, releasing his own formidable cock.
"Obi-Wan, I need you now," demanded Qui-Gon as he avidly watched his apprentice's cock spring free. "I can't take any more of this, you Sith-spawned devil."
Very slowly, deliberately, Obi-Wan slid his body along Qui-Gon's length, finally coming to rest chest to chest, cocks rubbing together between their sweaty bellies as he supported his weight on his arms.
Obi-Wan bent his head, sucking in a fold of sweaty skin at the base of the long neck, braced himself, then bit down hard until he drew blood. Obi-Wan simultaneously heard the yelp of pain and felt the surprised shock over the bond as the body beneath him tried to surge upward. A rush of heat flooded through him as he held Qui-Gon down and kissed away the pain.
"You *will* wait, Qui-Gon," the apprentice whispered into his ear.
A gasp exploded as a trembling shiver passed through the long body. Obi-Wan swallowed the big man's whimper in a long kiss, tongue gently exploring, sucking on his lower lip. Obi-Wan felt his own body respond to the power of control, his cock throbbing, blood racing, and knew he was too close to the edge. He took several minutes to quiet both of them, a slow kiss, soft whispers of love as he caressed the sweaty face, his weight holding down and stilling Qui-Gon's wriggling, another long kiss while his hips continued to gently thrust. Gradually he could feel both hearts calm their frantic hammering. He unhurriedly kissed and licked away the hot sweat from the bearded face and neck, felt the quivering tightness of the bond relax as breathing calmed. Obi-Wan felt his own balls loosen, his cock still hard but under control. He watched the burning passion in the blue eyes below him settle into a simmering ardor as he allowed himself to enjoy the primal pleasure of hot skin on skin from the full length contact. Only when he felt both men were ready did the apprentice bestow a last tender kiss as he prepared to move on.
"Qui-Gon, I love you, and I want you," said Obi-Wan as he pulled back a few inches, holding the master's face between his hands. He reached up to release Qui-Gon's hands, discarding the silk scarf, then propped himself up, a hand on each side of Qui-Gon's head. "I want you so badly I can't think of anything else, but I won't take what you are not prepared to give, or force you into something against your wishes." Obi-Wan paused, sighed heavily. "This wasn't exactly what I wanted, but things still aren't quite right since Junmek, and I need to have control of what happens with my body." He looked into Qui-Gon's eyes. "I want to take you, make you mine, but I have to know that you really want this too, that you trust me enough to let me have control until I can grow enough to share that control with you. That time may be a long way off, so I need the truth, Qui-Gon."
One long finger slowly traced a line along the edge of the face above him. "I do understand why you need this, why it has to be this way or not at all, at least for now. I'm just glad to have you back on any terms." Once more Qui-Gon felt that odd thrill in his gut, running up his spine as he paused. "The truth? The truth, my love, is that it has been a very long time since I have let anyone else have control in my personal life, and never before in bed. I would be lying if I told you I wasn't nervous, I guess even a little afraid." A long shuddering breath, a quick swallow. "But the truth is also that I love you, and I do trust you. I want this for both of us." The finger moved along Obi-Wan's lips as Qui-Gon began to lower his shields.
The apprentice sat up, his expression serious as he looked down. "This first time I want to see you, and I want you to see me as I take you, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan said gently. "It may hurt a little more at first or be a little more difficult, but this is something I have to do. Are you absolutely certain, love?"
"I understand." Another hard swallow, then a smile. "I want to make love with you. Take me," he whispered.
Obi-Wan grinned ferociously and claimed Qui-Gon's mouth in another long kiss as he lowered his own shields. The bond was running wide open now and he could feel the heat and desire building again. He pulled a tube of lubricant from under his pillow, uncapping it as he moved back down between the long legs. The apprentice devoted his initial attentions back to the needy cock, adjusting his technique as he remembered those things which had most pleasured his moaning lover earlier, feeling Qui-Gon's excitement surge as he hit his most sensitive spots. He moved his efforts lower, licking and kissing the hot balls, laving the soft skin of the perineum, running his tongue around the small opening, drawing a sharp gasp when he plunged his tongue inside, wetting and stretching the ring of muscles. A crackle of blue electricity flashed between both men, the bond humming with the afterglow. Obi-Wan felt his cock throbbing in anticipation.
Tension, anticipation, love, lust, the bond rang with all of these as Obi-Wan squeezed a generous coat of gel into his hand. He fondled Qui-Gon's hard shaft with one hand as he applied a generous coating of gel to the opening, then pushed inside with one finger.
A stab of fear over the bond lit off a bright white warning light inside the apprentice's head. Obi-Wan sat up, letting the one finger stay motionless just inside the ring of muscles, with his other hand rubbing soothing circles on the trembling belly before him.
"Qui-Gon," he called softly.
Breathing heavily and far too rapidly, the master's blue eyes turned in query.
"You must trust me, Qui-Gon. You need to relax. It may hurt at first, but it will be worth it, I promise. I will be as gentle as I can," he said softly.
"I'm sorry, Obi-Wan. I do want this, it's just...a little harder than I thought it would be."
"I understand, love. Focus on me."
Blue eyes locked onto gray as the Master licked salty lips.
"Watch me, trust me," Obi-Wan quietly commanded as he sent a surge of warmth and reassurance over the bond.
"Yes, my love." The clenched hand in the sheets beside him slowly relaxed as his agitated breathing slowed.
Slowly, cautiously, Obi-Wan continued to push inside the opening with one finger, gently rotating and stretching. He noticed that both of their cocks had softened a little but he continued on, monitoring the bond and sending waves of love and reassurance. He moved on to two fingers as he felt Qui-Gon's trust growing and began fondling the big shaft again, feeling the heat building once more in the pit of his stomach.
By the time Obi-Wan got to three fingers his cock was hard and throbbing, precum seeping slowly. The apprentice found Qui-Gon's prostrate and smiled at the sharp intake of breath that was echoed by a moaning wail over the bond. His heart was thudding in eagerness and he felt a slow trickle of sweat on his temples. Obi-Wan fought hard to stay relatively calm as his gaze stayed riveted on the blue eyes staring back at him. The bond was crackling with the growing anticipation.
"Qui-Gon, it's time," whispered the apprentice, voice hoarse with excitement.
"Yes...take me, do it," pleaded the Master.
Obi-Wan slicked his cock and moved closer, putting the long legs up on his shoulders. He carefully placed the head of his cock at the opening and pushed gently, using a touch of Force to ease the entry. There was a brief gasp of pain, echoed over the bond. Obi-Wan stopped until Qui-Gon's body accepted the intruder, sending love and reassurance over the bond. When Qui-Gon nodded, the apprentice slowly pushed in, watching his eyes, pausing once as he noted another spike of pain and slow adjustment. Fully sheathed in the hot flesh, he paused to let both of them savor the feelings.
~ Force, I'm inside Qui-Gon, so hot, so tight. ~ He looked down, a sense of wonderment filling him as he saw the two bodies joined together. ~ It's even better than I imagined. ~ He threw his head back and laughed in sheer joy as he lexed his cock.
Obi-Wan abruptly sucked in a deep breath as he felt muscles clench around his cock, sending his blood racing and lights flashing across his vision. Across the bond he felt the burning pain of intrusion dissolve into a fire of lust. Looking down, he saw a mischievous lopsided grin on Qui-Gon's face as he squeezed again.
~ So, you're ready to play, are you? ~ Obi-Wan's heart soared with happiness.
Grinning back, the young Jedi began to slowly move. He pulled out, the tight passage gripping hard, until just the head of his cock was inside, then gradually pushed back in. The bond sang in his head as he felt the last remnants of Qui-Gon's anxiety burn away, replaced by not just acceptance but surprised desire and need. Obi-Wan looked down into the blue eyes and saw trust and love staring fiercely back as hot muscles sucked his cock in.
Again, a little harder this time, the fire spreading within him, in and out, exhilarating, an answering heat burning across the bond. Blood roared in his ears as he felt his heart hammering. He leaned forward for a deep, plundering kiss.
"Good?" he panted as he thrust hard, then paused.
"Obi-Wan...oh Force...," Qui-Gon sobbed as he nodded his head, "...didn't know...could be like this."
Obi-Wan pushed him down for another bruising kiss as the bond flooded with need.
Qui-Gon gasped for breath as the apprentice pulled back. "Want you...take me," he pleaded.
Obi-Wan took Qui-Gon's cock in his hand, a generous coating of lubricant and saliva allowing him to safely fist the engorged shaft. Harder and faster he began to pump, Qui-Gon responding eagerly with thrusting hips, moaning and calling Obi-Wan's name. Driving hard and deep, Obi-Wan angled in to rake Qui-Gon's prostate, sending the fire higher, hotter, his gaze never leaving the lust darkened blue eyes in front of him, watching every quiver, savoring every groan, every plea for release, every slap of his balls on the upraised ass. Time hung suspended as blood pounded through him, sweat burned his eyes and slid down his face, his arms, his chest. Melded in mind and body, the fire of their joining burned pure and sweet, Force-blessed affirmation of their love as need to take was met by need to be taken. Intensity building, hips and fist thrust frenetically, muscles clenching, until white hot fire exploded across the bond, hot seed pumping deep, hot seed spilling onto hand and belly, two joined in one.
Warm.
Heart beating.
Obi-Wan opened his eyes. He was lying on top of Qui-Gon, softening cock slipping from its snug sheath, head resting on the broad chest. Warm semen mingled with sweat between their bellies. He slid off to his side of the bed, found the towel he had left by the pillow and cleaned them both off.
Blue eyes blinked slowly as the head turned. "Obi-Wan?"
"I'm here. Are you alright?" He dropped the used towel off the side of the bed, bent to grab the covers and pull them up.
"Yes." Eyes drooped. "Love you."
Snuggling in, the apprentice rested his head again on the smooth chest. "Love you, too. Get some rest, Qui-Gon."
"Yes, Padawan."
Obi-Wan turned his head, reaching to plant a soft kiss on the bite mark he had left earlier on the warm skin. "Mine," he whispered, a smile on his face as he drifted off to sleep.
Finis