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Archive: Master/Apprentice - anyone else, please ask
Category: PWP, Obi/Other, Bruck/Other
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Hot sex between hot guys - and if you object, Boy, are you lost!
Spoilers: Nary a one
Summary: Obi-Wan and Bruck decide that it's finally time to put an end to their feud.
Feedback: Delighted
"Let's finish this," he snarled, finally - FINALLY - having had enough of the innuendo and snide remarks - of the whispered comments, spoken just within his range of hearing. It was a mistake - it would be a huge, costly mistake - and he knew it. But some things, he reasoned, had to be addressed. Some things could not be ignored forever.
"By all means." The answer was - as he'd expected - as filled with eagerness and hot resentment as the offer had been.
They hated each other - and the entire Temple knew it. Had known it for years. So there would be no chance to pass this off as a fleeting, one-time, lost-control type occurrence.
"You know we both go down for this," he said coldly - wanting to make sure nothing was left to chance.
"I know - but it will be worth it. If I wind up on Hoth, cutting ice - it will still be worth it - to shut your mouth, for once and for all."
"Now?"
"No time like the present - but - just us. Just you and me - and in private. That way - nobody cops out, and turns us in. That way, we really do get to finish it."
Obi-Wan Kenobi nodded, his padawan braid swinging freely against his throat. This was madness - and he couldn't claim that he didn't know better. It could cost him his braid; it could cost him his apprenticeship. He shivered slightly. It could cost him his Master - and that thought, at least, brought the grip of cold fear to his heart. But it was not enough to stop him.
Some things, he reasoned, a man must do - in order to still be called a man.
Bruck Chun had knifed him in the back for the last time. Today, it would end - one way or the other.
Chun stood looking down at him, his pure white hair a stark contrast to skin the color of warm honey, his smile bright and smug. "Be sure, Little Oafy," he sneered. "Big Daddy Qui-Gon won't be around to save your sorry little ass this time."
Obi-Wan favored his opponent with a sultry glare. "I don't need Daddy - to take care of a dickwad like you, Chun. Where? Someplace without security cameras - so . . ."
Chun was thoughtful for a moment, his eyes speculative as he met Obi-Wan's gaze with one of equal resentment.
Finally, he grinned. "The chart room. The system's down for renovation - and the new components won't be in until next week. Should be perfect."
"Shake off your partners in crime," snarled Obi-Wan, with a glance toward the gang standing waiting for Bruck to join them.
"You too," replied Chun, nodding toward Bant, Garen, Reeft, and Siri.
"Ten minutes?"
Chun grinned. "I can't wait."
As he started to turn away, Obi-Wan reached out - and grabbed a handful of his tunic. "Come alone, Bruck. I want this done - today - but I'm not going up against you and your sick chump friends. Got it?"
Lazily, Bruck lowered his hand to cup the bulge in crotch - and grinned. "Oh, I got it - in spades, Oafy. Shall we make it interesting?"
"Interesting?" Obi-Wan paused, hearing something in the voice of his long-time enemy that he couldn't quite identify.
Bruck leaned forward and whispered in Obi-Wan's ear. "Loser sucks off winner - all night long."
"You're sick," snapped Obi-Wan. "Just be there."
The young padawan turned on his heel and walked away - giving Bruck Chun an extremely interesting view of the strut that was famous throughout the Temple.
Bruck had always preferred boys to girls - even when he was very young - but it was said that Oafy-Wan had never demonstrated any preference - that he was celibate by choice.
Bruck once more watched the action of hips, legs, and ass - and thought that such a practice - if true - was a terrible waste. Oh, yes - he still hated the smart-aleck little bastard - for everything he was and everything he did - but . . . there was that walk - and that intriguingly large bulge in the leggings occasionally - and the sculpted chest with its perky, dusky pink nipples - and there was that face.
Oh, fuck it, he thought abruptly. You want to kill him - or you want to fuck him. Which one? Either - or both?
"Gotta run, Guys," he called abruptly to his cronies. "Gotta see a man about a nerf."
The star chart room had long been one of Obi-Wan's favorite places in the Temple, a fondness which his Master had indulged by allowing him to spend many idle hours therein, wandering among the star fields.
Today, the star fields were silent and motionless, although the projected image of the galaxy was still there.
Obi-Wan stretched out through the Force, wary of trusting Bruck to honor his word. He had experienced more than one beating at the hands of Bruck's gang - and he had no desire to experience another. Of course, after today, he might very well be beyond the reach of such mob rule. After today, he might be dismissed from the order.
Brutally, he suppressed that thought - and settled himself to wait for his opponent's arrival. He sank to his knees - and the stars of the galaxy settled over him.
Wonder of wonders, he thought. Bruck was really alone. He had come, sans his customary retinue - just as he'd promised.
From his perspective, Bruck stood just within the entrance to the vast chamber - and stared at the figure kneeling in the middle of the starswarm - and felt a warmth growing in his belly - and spreading to his groin. By the Force, the little bastard was so beautiful, it was painful.
But there was no time for that now. Obi-Wan was rising, his lightsaber in hand - and the time was at hand.
The room was warmer than usual, and they circled each other warily, both faces filming with sweat.
Wordlessly, by mutual agreement, they paused to remove tunics - and continued to circle, bare now, to the waist.
As was to be expected, it was Bruck who attacked first, leaping forward and bringing his emerald saber around in a sweeping arc. Obi-Wan countered easily - and the battle was joined.
They were not exactly evenly matched. Bruck was taller, with greater reach - and marginally stronger. But Obi-Wan was faster and more agile, so their strengths and weaknesses complimented each other fairly well.
The match might have gone on for hours - without the intervention of random chance - but the Force, apparently, lacked patience on this particular day - and had no wish to prolong the effort.
Obi-Wan moved quickly to his left, to deflect a blow and launch another - and a paving stone beneath his foot - loosened during the reconstruction - skidded away from the pressure of his step - and sent him to his knees.
With almost any other opponent, even from that position, he might have managed to prevail - but this was Bruck Chun - who might be a total prick - but who was a tremendously talented prick - with a lightsaber.
Obi-Wan froze when he felt the searing heat of the blade as it hovered just centimeters from the nape of his neck. He sat perfectly still; he would not beg - nor give the cretin the satisfaction of seeing him cower in fear. The burn would be bad - probably not fatal - but close enough - but he would endure it. He was Jedi, after all - for now anyway.
Strangely, the moment seemed to stretch - and the blow did not fall.
"Yield."
Obi-Wan started so violently, he almost impacted the blade with his own movement. "What?"
"You heard me. Yield."
"No."
"You're beaten."
"I know."
"Then yield."
"No."
Slowly - unbelievably - Bruck Chun took a step backwards, before pausing to look down once more at the vision crouched at his feet.
Was this what it had all been about - all along? Had it really been hatred - or had it only been twisted desire - thwarted desire?
"Stand up." The command was sharp, like a lash.
Obi-Wan heard the quiver in Bruck's voice - and knew it to be something new - something he had never heard from his arch rival before.
He saw no reason not to obey the command. He could be struck down as easily standing as kneeling. He rose, and turned to face the young man behind him - and found himself slammed back against the plascrete wall, his lightsaber wrenched from his fingers, and sent sailing across the room.
To his amazement, he found that he couldn't move. Bruck - that PRICK - was using Force compulsion against him.
"Let me loose, you bastard," he snarled. "I won't yield - no matter what you do - so just get it over with."
The smile that formed on Bruck's lips was - strange - and frightening.
"Do you know," he said - very softly, "that a lightsaber can be used with amazing precision? It can do things you wouldn't believe - fine, delicate things."
"You have a point?"
"Oh, yes, Little One - I do have a point. Did you know, for instance, that if I dial it down to its narrowest setting - and apply it - just so - I could probably cauterize your lovely little nipple - without even touching any other part of your body?"
Obi-Wan felt a twinge of alarm; had Bruck finally gone so far around the bend that he'd turned psychotic?
"Would you like me to show you?"
"Thanks - think I'll pass."
Bruck stepped close abruptly - and grabbed Obi-Wan's braid in a brutal fist. "You don't understand it yet, do you? You don't get the option to pass. This is my game, now."
"Bruck," said Obi, reasonably, "you've obviously won. Finish this thing between us - and, tomorrow, I'll probably be gone from the Temple - and you'll be king of the hill - so . . ."
"What if I don't want you gone? What if I want . . . something else?'
"Like wh . . . ."
But he couldn't complete the question. Suddenly he couldn't even remember what the question had been as Bruck's mouth was suddenly pressed against his own, soft and tasting of cinnamon and sucking on his lower lip. And then it was no longer so soft; it became harder and more demanding, and there was a hot insistent tongue, demanding entrance - and - to Obi-Wan's own astonishment - getting it.
He tried to speak - tried to tell Bruck to stop - that this was . . . impossible.
Then the impossible REALLY got started.
He felt Bruck's hands on his chest, sliding over his muscles, lifting to caress his throat - and when his lips were finally freed, when Bruck's talented mouth moved on to a new target - to nuzzle the cleft of his chin and then move downward to suck the blood to the surface of his throat, he tried to speak. Tried to protest - and couldn't utter a word.
"Tell me," said Bruck, his breath raw and harsh as he laved the exquisite lines of Obi-Wan's collarbone, "that you're still a virgin. Tell me . . . no one has ever . . done this to you."
Obi-Wan's breathing was shallow, and he felt a terrible heat surging within him.
Abruptly, Bruck moved further downward, and fastened his teeth on one plump, swollen nipple - and Obi-Wan hissed. "Tell me," Bruck repeated, biting hard enough to hurt - hard enough to send the blood rushing straight to Obi-Wan's groin. "Tell me."
"Yes," Obi-Wan answered, barely audible.
"You're still virgin," Bruck demanded, his tongue now doing wonderful things to that swollen nipple.
"Yes."
Broad, strong hands moved from Obi-Wan's back down to cup his ass - and then jerked his hips forward. Bruck felt a jolt of electricity impale him as he felt the mass and length of swollen cock through leggings grown suddenly too tight.
With surprising gentleness, Chun straightened and looked directly into the sea-change eyes of his companion - eyes that were dark now with passion. "Much as I'd like to," he said, "I won't rape you. I've done a lot of things in my life - but never that - so you have to say it, Obi-Wan. I want to fuck you. I want to put my cock so far up your sweet, tight little ass that you're going to feel it in your throat. I want to fuck you til you bleed, and ride you until every star in this room feels like it's exploding in your ass. And I'm really good at it, Obi-Wan. You're going to come - like you've never come before. I'm going to fuck that sweet spot inside you - and make you come a dozen times. I want to make love to your cock - to take it in my mouth and suck you til you scream like a girl. And then, when we finish all that, I want you to fuck me - to feel what it's like to push your cock into my body - to feel me tight around you - in a way no girl could ever be. You can't imagine what it's like, Obi -Wan. It's like nothing in the universe. It's so sweet and perfect and HOT that you won't care if you never walk again - just as long as you can keep fucking."
Obi-Wan was frozen against the wall, his eyes dilated and his mouth bruised and swollen - and Bruck thought that he couldn't bear it for another minute. If Kenobi said no, it might be too late. He didn't think he could do it - just turn around and walk away.
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"Say it," he whispered, running his tongue down the side of Obi-Wan's throat, then further down, to lave at a plump, pink nipple. His hands, meanwhile, were busy - loosening the ties of his own leggings - then Obi-Wan's.
"Say it," he urged again, peeling away layers of leggings and undergarments - and freeing that glorious organ, which rose angry and purple-crested toward him.
With a groan, he sank down to his knees - and licked away a creamy drop of pre-cum - and knew that it was a taste he would quickly become addicted to.
"Say it," - and he swallowed Obi-Wan's cock - to the root.
And Obi-Wan felt the universe move through him. He had never known such exquisite agony - had never realized what this experience could be like.
"Please," he whispered.
And Bruck quickly pulled free of that beautiful, weaping cock. "Please, what, Obi?"
"Please . . . fuck me!"
Bruck smiled. "In a bit - but first . . ."
And he once more took Obi-Wan deep, working the amazing length and breadth of it with his tongue and his teeth, alternately sucking and swallowing and humming - while his fingers worked magic on Obi-WAn's balls, stroking, caressing - and Obi-Wan began to go slowly insane.
Surely there could be nothing - anywhere - that would be more intense than this incredible sensation.
He believed that for all of five minutes, until Bruck added a new wrinkle. Smearing drops of his own pre-cum on his fingers, as he continued to suck on the velvet length of Obi-Wan's shaft, he traced the delicate cleft of his young lover's buttocks with his knuckles, before approaching that most intimate of all openings.
Obi-Wan, by this time, was incoherent with need and desire - and almost exploded off the wall, when the first slick digit slipped inside him. Bruck continued to suck and hum, and slowly worked his finger deeper - and deeper still. Then one finger became two - and the talented Chun got ready for the crowning moment, knowing exactly what he was seeking.
He found it - at the exact moment that he sucked Obi-Wan's cock to its deepest position in his throat- swallowed convulsively - and stroked the prostate gland buried in Obi-Wan's ass. With a shout of mindless bliss, Obi-Wan came - and came - and came - and was still rock hard within Chun's throat.
Bruck laughed as he let Obi's cock slip from his mouth. "And YOU were going to be celibate. You were born to fuck, Obi - and I was born to teach you how."
With a suddenness that stunned the senses, Obi-Wan tackled Bruck - and laid them both out on the floor. "I don't think," he said huskily, "I'll be needing many lessons."
And he descended on the body of his lover - kissing and sucking his way down to his objective. But Obi-Wan was more of a tease than Bruck - and insisted on exploring every square inch of his fellow padawan's luscious body before returning to the main event. By the time he had sucked Bruck to a state of incoherence, prompting him to come not once, not twice - but three times, Obi-Wan was so achingly hard, he thought he might come if Bruck so much as blew on his cock.
But Bruck had other ideas. "I want to fuck you now, Obi-Wan - to fuck you all night - to make you come - and come - and come."
Obi-Wan laid back - and observed his new lover with a lazy grin. "Winner's choice," he replied.
Bruck laughed. "Tonight - we both win. Turn over - and spread your ass."
With a laugh, Obi-Wan obeyed - and never spared a thought for how vulnerable he was in this position. The enmity that had existed between them for all those years - was gone. And they both spared a passing thought for the strangeness of sexual repression - and what it could do to supposedly sentient beings.
Obi-Wan felt a cool liquid flowing in the crevice of his ass - and waited.
"Relax your muscles, Little Fucker," said Bruck, laughing softly. "It will hurt - a bit - at first - but we'll ride it out -and then - it will be like nothing you've every felt before. Until I'm in - and you're relaxed - we'll do it this way. Then - when you're ready - you'll sit up on my lap - and ride, cowboy, ride. Got it?"
"Not yet," Obi answered, "but soon." He moved to grasp his own erection - but Bruck was having none of that.
"That," he said firmly, "belongs to me - and I intend to keep it for a long, long time. It's going to fuck me - and fuck me - and fuck me - for as long as we both want it - but it's MINE to touch. You ride me - and I take care of you."
Obi-Wan nodded, and set himself more comfortably, spreading his knees and using his hands to open himself more widely.
When he felt the incredible heat of Bruck's cock against his opening, he knew there would be pain - but he thought he might just come from nothing but the image in his mind - the image of himself impaled on that thick, velvety shaft.
Bruck moved slowly - too slowly to suit his lover - but he refused to be hurried. He was right, of course. It DID hurt - initially - and Obi-Wan took deep breaths - and felt himself being filled.
From Bruck's perspective, he - who had been with many lovers, male and female, had never experienced such exquisite tightness and velvet heat. He had absolutely no trouble believing that Obi-Wan was everything Bruck had expected him to be. His virgin body - was the fuck of Bruck's life. The white-haired padawan groaned his ecstacy and - despite his best intentions to go slowly, he finally thrust inside in one, long, brutal stroke.
Obi-Wan grunted - and accepted the pain that felt like he was being drilled through and through - but it was over quickly - as Bruck began to thrust.'
Quickly - amazingly quickly - Obi-Wan sat back - and fully, deeply impaled himself on Bruck's swollen shaft - taking him deeper and harder. AT the same time, the head of Bruck's cock began to rub across Obi-Wan's prostate, as Bruck reached around and wrapped his hands around Obi-Wan's weeping cock.
It could not last long - not at that intensity - and the orgasms, when they came, were as powerful as super novas - and seemed to go on forever.
It could not last long - but it could be begun again - and again - and again.
In the end, completely exhausted, bloodied, sore, swollen and thoroughly debauched, they turned to look at each other - and smiled.
Bruck pulled Obi-Wan close - and kissed him thoroughly. "Do you know how beautiful you are?" he asked hoarsely. "How beautiful you've always been - or how I've wanted to fuck you senseless since we were thirteen years old?"
"Then why . . ."
Bruck shrugged. "I thought you weren't interested. You had Qui-Gon, after all. Why would you want . . .me?"
"You thought Qui-Gon and I were . . .?"
"Weren't you?"
"Fuck, no. The man has the sexual presence of a cabbage. He's not . . .. he's just not."
Bruck smiled. "You'll understand if I say I'm glad?"
Obi-Wan nodded. "So where do we go from here?"
Bruck sighed. "I think we have to at least pretend that we still hate each other. It will be pretty suspicious if we suddenly become busom buddies."
Obi-Wan grinned. "So we fight by day . . ."
"And fuck by night," Bruck said. "And try not to get the two confused. Oh, but it's gonna be tough, Little Fuck. When you're sparring or doing katas - and you get all sweaty . . . ."
Obi-Wan managed a grin. "One obstacle at a time, Bruck. First, we have to go home - and figure out what to tell our Masters."
Bruck shrugged. "Just say you were out fucking. It always works for me."
Obi-Wan's eyes were suddenly huge. "I can't say that to Master Jinn."
"Why not?"
"I just can't. He'd . . . well, he wouldn't like it." Obi-Wan smiled then, as he fastened his tunic. "But I'll think of something. Don't worry."
Bruck stayed for a few moments after Obi-Wan was gone, thinking about what his lover had said.
So Master Jinn had the sexual presence of a cabbage, did he? And he just wouldn't like to know that Obi-Wan had been out fucking for the night.
Bruck sighed, observing that none are so blind as those who choose not to see.
He would continue his relationship with Obi-Wan. He would fuck that sweet, tight, glorious little ass for as long as he could - but he would also watch his back - watching for a tall, powerful Jedi Master who might never have said a single word - or made a single move to express a sexual interest in his padawan - but who lusted after that luscious little body just the same.
Bruck knew - because he recognized the same symptoms that he had concealed for so long.
Qui-Gon Jinn was a larger-than-life Jedi Master - who just happened to want to get in his padawan's pants.
Someday, there would be a confrontation - but that was for someday. For now, he thought he'd just enjoy the ride.
The stars hung silent and motionless after his departure.
Finis