A Jedi Never Surrenders

by Kaly (razrbkr@juno.com) and Taleyna (taleyna@juno.com)



Rating: NC-17

Archive: Master-Apprentice

Warnings: M/M content

Summary: Not even a Jedi is always graceful . . .

Feedback: We said we weren't going to do this, but the temptation was just to great. Let us know what you think, please. We're considering a sequel. Is it worth it?

Disclaimer: Master Yoda said we should be mindful of the future and also copy right laws. Alas these boys aren't ours, but we'll take them gladly in the form of donations. The characters belong to George Lucas and Twentieth Century Fox. The idea sadly belongs to us. Weesa maka no monies.



It was late in the artificial day cycle inside the Jedi temple. Obi-Wan Kenobi was in the sleeping chamber of the rooms he shared with his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn. The young Jedi was busy preparing for what he hoped would be an evening to remember.

Since he and Qui-Gon had not had much time together over the past few months, Obi-Wan had decided to take advantage of their brief stay on Coruscant.

The outer room was dark, and Obi-Wan had made sure to deactivate the light controls. The lights were also off in the bedroom. Instead, the room was lit by a hundred carefully placed candles. He was lighting the last candle when he felt his Master's approach in the corridor outside. The lighter momentarily forgotten, he jumped when the flame licked his fingertips.

"Ouch," he muttered under his breath, extinguishing the flame and popping his burned fingers into his mouth. A moment later, he heard the outside door swish open. His hand dropped to his side, forgotten as he waited for Qui-Gon to walk back into the bedroom.

Meanwhile, Qui-Gon stood in the main room, attempting to turn on the lights. Letting his eyes adjust to the darkness, he gave up working with the light panel and turned to walk across the room.

He could make out a faint glow emanating from the bedroom, and a half smile formed on his features. He could feel his student through the Force, ripples of apprehension and expectation surrounded him.

"Ow," Qui-Gon cried as his leg hit something hard. Straining to see through the deeply shadowed darkness, Qui-Gon could just make out the edge of a small table. Favoring his leg, he wondered silently //Where did this come from, it was supposed to be next to the chair.//

Pushing the chair out of the walkway, he continued walking toward the bedroom. Turning the corner, he was taken aback by the sight of the candles covering every surface. "Obi-Wan?" he asked, surprised at not seeing his Padawan standing there.

Obi-Wan smiled from a shadowed corner at his Master's confusion. When his Master entered the room, Obi-Wan stepped out from the shadows behind him.

Qui-Gon sensed Obi-Wan's approach and smiled as he let his student take the lead. He felt a shiver run down his back as Obi-Wan stepped up behind him.

"I do so wish you would wear your hair down more, Master," Obi-Wan whispered, his breathing tickled Qui-Gon's ear.

His words were quickly followed by a practiced hand reaching up to unlace the leather cord that held back Qui-Gon's hair. Instead of sliding easily from his hair, the leather tangled in the fine strands. Qui-Gon hid a grin at Obi-Wan's impatient mutterings as he struggled to free his hair.

The grin disappeared from Qui-Gon's face when Obi-Wan yanked the leather cord free. Obi-Wan quickly reached up to massage the now sensitive area.

"I'm sorry, Master," he said as he stood on his toes to kiss his Master's ear.

"Yes, well, we'll see to your discipline later," he said with a suggestive grin.

Obi-Wan's eyes seemed to glow: "Yes, Master."

Reaching up, he slipped his hands under Qui-Gon's cloak. "I don't think you'll be needing this anymore tonight.

The cloak fell in one fluid motion to the floor. As they started toward the bed, Obi-Wan's feet got tangled in the fallen cloak. As he fell to the floor, he reached out in desperation to grab Qui-Gon's arm. The sound of ripping fabric filled the room as Master joined Padawan on the floor.

"If you wanted to get me on the floor, Obi-Wan, all you had to do was ask," Qui-Gon said, unable to hide his grin.

"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan said, his own grin matched his Master's.

Instead of replying, Qui-Gon leaned forward to kiss Obi-Wan. As their lips met, Qui-Gon moved his hands to brace himself on the floor. Neither of them saw the precariously balanced candle that tumbled from a table when Qui-Gon's hand brushed against its leg.

Luckily, the motion extinguished the small flame. Sensing the motion, Qui-Gon pulled back, but wasn't fast enough to keep the falling wax from landing on Obi-Wan's cheek. The hot liquid quickly rolled down to his ear.

Obi-Wan managed to keep from screaming as the hot wax rolled down his face. He reached up and quickly wiped the hardening wax from his cheek and ear.

"Obi-Wan, are you all right?" Qui-Gon asked, concerned.

The Jedi Master quickly leaned over to kiss his student's wounded cheek and ear. As Qui-Gon continued his ministrations, Obi-Wan managed to forget all about the pain. He closed his eyes, content to enjoy the sensations his Master was creating as he sucked the tender earlobe into his mouth.

After several moments, Qui-Gon whispered into Obi-Wan's ear, "Shall we move this to the bed now, Padawan?"

Obi-Wan shivered as his Master's breath slid over his sensitive ear. "Yes, Master," he breathed.

Qui-Gon pushed himself from the floor. As he stood, his hair brushed over the other lighted candles on the table. Obi-Wan's eyes widened in horror as one of the flames leaped to the ends of Qui-Gon's hair.

Obi-Wan quickly jumped up from the floor and looked helplessly about the room for something to quench the flames. Qui-Gon, realizing what had happened was trying to get his hand close enough to smother the fire.

Obi-Wan grabbed the first thing he saw that could extinguish the fire in his Master's hair. He picked his Master's Jedi cloak up from the floor and began beating it against the burning hair. It seemed to work, until the cloak itself started to burn.

"The vase," Qui-Gon reminded his Apprentice.

Obi-Wan dropped the cloak and ran from the room. His eyes did not adjust immediately to the utter darkness of the room, so he did not see the table that he had moved earlier in the day. He caught his shin on the corner which almost sent him tumbling to the floor. He stood quickly and ran, limping, to the shelf where the vase of flowers rested.

When he reached the smoldering cloak, he threw the water and flowers onto the cloak successfully extinguishing the flames. Qui-Gon bent down and picked up the now soggy piece of cloth.

"I don't think Master Yoda's going to be very pleased with this," he said as he looked through the new, large hole.

Obi-Wan shook his head, "Somehow I agree with you about that." A sly grin then formed as he added, "But the flowers are a nice touch, don't you think?"

Qui-Gon dropped the cloak in the corner and shook his head. "Well, it was almost time for a haircut anyway," he said, fingering the singed ends of his hair.

Obi-Wan reached over and ran a hand through Qui-Gon's hair. Resting his hand on the back of Qui-Gon's head, he smiled. "Maybe I should not have used real candles," he said just before brushing his lips against Qui-Gon's.

"What's life without a little risk?" Qui-Gon asked before lacing both hands in Obi-Wan's hair and bringing their lips together in a crushing kiss.

Obi-Wan gently pushed Qui-Gon back onto the bed. It was not long before Qui-Gon's ripped tunics were laying in a pile on the floor. Obi-Wan was kneeling over Qui-Gon, straddling his waist.

Qui-Gon looked up into his Padawan's lust glazed eyes and slid his hands inside Obi-Wan's tunics. Slipping the restrictive clothing from his shoulders, Qui-Gon pulled the tunics loose from Obi-Wan's belt. Once the garment was discarded on the floor, Qui-Gon ran his hands over Obi-Wan's chest.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of his Master's hands tracing the solid lines of his abdomen. He let out a long breath as Qui-Gon pulled him down on top of him.

A wicked gleam in his eyes, Obi-Wan leaned forward and captured Qui-Gon's mouth with his own. Several dizzying moments later, he broke the kiss and began to trace a path down the older man's throat with both his tongue and teeth.

He had just reached the hollow at the base of Qui-Gon's throat when Qui-Gon growled. Pinning Obi-Wan's arms at his sides, he flipped them over, pressing Obi-Wan to the bed.

Qui-Gon's mouth fell again to his Padawan's ear. Slowly, he worked his way down Obi-Wan's throat to his chest. Obi-Wan moaned softly as Qui-Gon's tongue and teeth teased his nipples. As Qui-Gon worked his way down the young Jedi's body, he began to attempt untying the drawstrings of Obi-Wan's pants.

Qui-Gon continued to press kisses onto Obi-Wan's abdomen, causing Obi-Wan to clutch the sheets at his sides. Qui-Gon's hands, however, were still struggling to untangle the strings that would prove the final barrier.

After several moments, Qui-Gon turned his full attention to the bothersome knot. In a daze, Obi-Wan looked up at his Master, confusion flickering in his dusky eyes. In response, Qui-Gon placed a gentle kiss on his Padawan's navel.

"Just a momentary distraction," he said, looking up to meet Obi-Wan's gaze.

As Qui-Gon struggled with the lacings, he heard Obi-Wan giggle softly. An amused look in his eyes, Qui-Gon pressed, "Please share, Obi-Wan, what is it you find so amusing?"

Biting his lip to stifle his laughter, Obi-Wan replied, "Nothing, Master. It's just that I'm quite ticklish there."

Qui-Gon smiled, his hands stilling their movement. "And this is something you've managed to keep hidden? We'll just have to do something about that, won't we?" His grin not fading, Qui-Gon proceeded to tickle Obi-Wan's ribs and stomach mercilessly. Using both his hands and beard, he chuckled. "I do recall you're needing to be disciplined, Padawan."

"Master?" Obi-Wan asked through clenched teeth. Qui-Gon laughed, but didn't still his roaming hands.

During his struggles, Obi-Wan's pants worked loose enough to slide down over his slim hips. Qui-Gon continue to tickle Obi-Wan with his beard as his hands again worked to free his apprentice of the restraining pants.

"Master, please," Obi-Wan begged through his continued laughter.

Qui-Gon pretended not to hear him. He had managed to get Obi-Wan's pants down to his knees when Obi-Wan tumbled to the floor with a thud.

It had been a move of desperation to get away from Qui-Gon's prickly beard and persistent hands. A move for which he was now paying dearly.

"Are you all right, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon asked with a stifled laugh.

Grimacing slightly, Obi-Wan replied, "I don't think I can stand up." A moment later, he added, "And I don't think it's very funny."

Qui-Gon tried again to stifle his laughter. There was something rather comical about his Padawan lying on the floor with his pants around his ankles.

"Here, give me your hand. I'll help you up."

Obi-Wan lifted a hand and Qui-Gon took it into his own. Obi-Wan winced as he climbed back onto the bed. "Let's get the pants the rest of the way off," Qui-Gon offered a moment later. "I'll help you with your boots."

Obi-Wan nodded and fell back against the mattress. Qui-Gon kneeled at the foot of the bed and began to work the boot free. The first came off with not trouble, but the second was another matter. Qui-Gon tugged and Obi-Wan pulled in an attempt to free his foot.

Finally, Obi-Wan's foot pulled free, and Qui-Gon bit off a curse as the heel caught him in the eye. Obi-Wan sat up quickly, ignoring the pain that shot through his tail bone.

"Are you all right, Master?"

"I'll be fine, Padawan," he replied carefully covering his eye with a hand. "Although I sincerely hope that I don't run into Master Yoda in the next few days," he said with a faint smile.

A smile hinted at the edge of Obi-Wan's mouth: "At least you can walk."

Qui-Gon's smile faded. "Maybe we should give up for the evening."

"A Jedi never surrenders," Obi-Wan said with a glint in his eyes.

Reaching forward, the young man grabbed the ties of Qui-Gon's pants. Unlacing the more cooperative ties, Obi-Wan grinned as he pushed the pants down. Threading his hands through Qui-Gon's hair, he added, "And I would hate for this to be a first."

Qui-Gon laughed as Obi-Wan pulled him down to the bed. "By all means, Padawan. We couldn't let it get around that we didn't give it our all."

Obi-Wan silenced Qui-Gon by pulling his Master's mouth to his own. When he pulled back, he looked up at Qui-Gon. "Now where were we?"

"Right about here, I believe," the Jedi Master said, sliding down Obi-Wan's body. He paused long enough to slip his tongue into Obi-Wan's navel. When the young man gasped and reached out to lace his hands through Obi-Wan's hands and pinned them at Obi-Wan's sides.

"Master . . ." Obi-Wan gasped, his eyes closed and head tossed back.

Qui-Gon smiled. "All in good time, Obi-Wan," he replied, moving up to bury his face in the crook of Obi-Wan's neck.

"Master, please," Obi-Wan pleaded. "Don't tease me like this."

"Patience, young Padawan," Qui-Gon said, lifting his face to gaze and Obi-Wan with a mischievous grin.

"Patience is of the dark side, Master," Obi-Wan tried.

Qui-Gon moved down Obi-Wan's waist, "Well, in that case."

He ran a hand softly across his apprentice's stomach below the navel. Obi-Wan shivered as Qui-Gon's hand fell between his legs, touching the sensitive skin behind his testicles.

Qui-Gon bent his head and pressed his tongue against Obi-Wan's erection. He pulled it all the way to the top of his student's head. Obi-Wan shivered with pleasure as Qui-Gon's mouth encompassed the whole of the tip. Slowly, Qui-Gon took the younger Jedi's shaft into his mouth.

Obi-Wan gasped and clutched the sheets beside him. Qui-Gon rolled his tongue around the head and smiled at his student's eager thrusts. Qui-Gon could feel what his student was feeling and knew that he was near his peak.

//Master,// Obi-Wan said desperately in his mind.

//I'm ready whenever you are my Padawan.//

With a few more moans and thrusts, Obi-Wan let go of the little control that he had left. The warm saltiness filled Qui-Gon's throat. When he removed his mouth, he could see his student trembling in the candlelight.

"Thank you, Master," Obi-Wan managed around gasping breaths.

"You're quite welcome, Padawan," Qui-Gon said with a grin.

As the older Jedi pressed his body against Obi-Wan's side, the young man could feel his teacher's burning desire. Obi-Wan grinned as an idea formed in his head. "Now, Master," he declared, "it is your turn to be sated."

Obi-Wan attacked his Master's chest with a fervor. The Jedi Master gasped in shock as Obi-Wan's tongue worked around his hardened nipples. Qui-Gon put his hands in Obi-Wan's spiky hair and pushed the younger Jedi's head down his body.

His student was compliant, though not as Qui-Gon had originally intended. Obi-Wan took a moment to touch the tip of his tongue to his Master's head. The bead of pre-ejaculate that rested there stretched with his tongue as he pulled away, making a glistening connection between master and apprentice.

//Ready, Master?// Obi-Wan asked through the Force.

Qui-Gon growled low in his throat. //You always did talk too much,// he replied with a strained laugh.

Returning his mouth to Qui-Gon's erection, he felt the elder Jedi shudder beneath him. A tremor of laughter rippled through Obi-Wan's throat, and Qui-Gon clenched his eyes closed as he was overcome by the sensation.

The Jedi Master's fragile hold deteriorated quickly as Obi-Wan swallowed his entire length, only to pull back and lap his tongue against the very tip. Qui-Gon fought the impulse to thrust eagerly into the moist mouth, instead he allowed Obi-Wan to set the pace.

After teasing his Master with long, even strokes of his tongue Obi-Wan used his hands to keep Qui-Gon pinned to the bed. Obi-Wan waited until he could feel Qui-Gon's control almost slipping before he again took the throbbing erection completely into his mouth.

As an intense shudder tore through Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan projected at him, //Let go, Master. I'll catch you.//

Qui-Gon cried out in release, his back arching up from the bed. When he was still, Obi-Wan moved up the bed to lay his head on Qui-Gon's shoulder. Qui-Gon wrapped his are around Obi-Wan's shoulder; he ran a hand through Obi-Wan's hair.

"Sleep now, Obi-Wan," he said soothingly as he pressed a kiss on the top of his Padawan's head.

Obi-Wan pressed closer to Qui-Gon's side. "Yes, Master," he mumbled with his eyes closed.

Only moments had passed before Obi-Wan's eyes popped open: "Master!" He gasped.

Qui-Gon looked at Obi-Wan, a little startled by the outburst. "Yes, love?"

Obi-Wan laughed softly, "I just remembered a message that was delivered to us just before you arrived."

"What is it?" Qui-Gon asked, his arm dropping to rub absentmindedly across Obi-Wan's back.

Obi-Wan looked up and gently touched his Master's now black eye. "The Council requested to see us in the morning."

Qui-Gon's mouth dropped open slightly. "Not a good thing to forget to mention, Obi-Wan."

"I'm sorry, Master," Obi-Wan said as he lowered his gaze.

Qui-Gon closed his eyes briefly. "Well, a wise young man once told me that a Jedi never surrenders . . ."

"Master Yoda will lecture you," Obi-Wan said with a smile.

"Why just me?"

Obi-Wan laughed. "At least I can hide most of my . . ." he paused, searching for the right word, "injuries."

"Somehow I doubt that you'll be walking very well, my Padawan," he said, sparing a glance at Obi-Wan's newly bruised backside.

Obi-Wan nodded and glanced around the room. "We really should put out all these candles."

Qui-Gon waved a hand and the candle flames faded and died. The room dropped into complete darkness.

"Better?" He asked.

"Less hazardous," Obi-Wan replied, kissing Qui-Gon's chest.

Qui-Gon smiled. Caressing Obi-Wan's hair, he whispered: "Sleep, Obi-Wan. There will be other nights."

Pulling a sheet up over them, Obi-Wan nodded. A grin lit his face.

"Yes, Master."

The End.

To Be Continued????

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