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Archive: Master And Apprentice, any others please ask
first
Spoilers: none
Category: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: a little bondage and discipline, but I doubt there's
enough to squick anyone!
Feedback: Much appreciated, and will definitely encourage
me:)
Summary: Obi-Wan decides to change the balance of his
relationship with Qui-Gon, even if only for one night.
Disclaimer: Owned by George Lucas, blah blah, no money made,
blah, blah, promise to put them back after a bad night's
rest.
Notes: A special thank you goes to Boots, who was kind enough
to give this little story a fair beta. There is a picture to go
along with this particular fic in the Master & Apprentice
archive at: Locker. Thanks,
Sockii, for posting my art! (such as it is, <grin>)
Bright blue and green blades of light moved through the pitch
black of the training room as two lightsabers clashed together
in a heated dance. The deep, even breathing and footfalls of
the two men were the only sounds besides the humming of their
deadly, sophisticated weapons. Suddenly, the longer green blade
faked to the left and spun around artfully and a loud
exhalation of breath was heard as one of the opponents was
thrown to the ground. Harsh green light bathed the young
padawan's face as the blade throbbed an inch away from his
neck. His eyes danced, searching for an escape route of any
sort as he lay pinned to the floor, but there was an extremely
large boot holding him down very convincingly.
"Yield" he spoke at last, resigned to his terrible fate. His
master chuckled, then flicked on the lights with a touch of the
force and extinguished the offending blade. Qui-Gon took his
foot off of Obi-Wan's bare chest, admiring his padawan's
sweating, heaving chest and flushed face. He helped his
defeated apprentice up with an outstretched hand and simply
couldn't wipe the self-satisfied grin off his face. Obi-Wan
picked up his own lightsaber from the floor and scowled at his
master.
"That's 2 out of 3 Padawan mine, and you know what that means."
"Yes, Master" Obi-Wan sighed, his thoughtful face only showing
a hint of his disgust at having been defeated. Qui-Gon kept
grinning, then raised a hand and ruffled his student's sweaty
hair playfully as the two men walked towards the showering
area. Obi-Wan groaned at the affectionate gesture, ever since
he was thirteen, his master liked to run his hands through
Obi-Wan's hair. Not that he really wanted the older man to
stop, he was simply in a bit of a foul mood. "I have to attend
Mace's dinner party with you this coming fifth day."
"And?" Qui-Gon asked, his blue eyes dancing with mischief. He
was proud to have Obi-Wan best him in at least one of the
fights tonight. 'Pride is not a Jedi trait, but I can hardly
help being proud of him' he thought as he slung an arm around
the grouch's shoulder and nuzzled the young man's ear
affectionately. Obi-Wan smiled and pulled away, evidently not
going to give way to his master's desires just at the moment,
as he was sweaty, miserable, sore and about to suffer Mace's
horrid cooking.
"And I have to compliment him on the cuisine with a smile on my
face" the young man huffed as he gathered his and his master's
tunics from the side of the arena and led the way to the
showers. Obviously his master was feeling damn good about
himself because he received a thorough fondling from Qui-Gon as
the master walked behind him.
"Gah! Qui-Gon!" Obi-Wan cried out in alarm when he found
himself forced against the metal lockers that lined the small
area. The large man had him pinned against the cold metal and
was kissing him lustfully. The more Obi-Wan squirmed in his
embrace, the harder Qui-Gon held him. Proof of Qui-Gon's desire
was literally driven to the point when Obi-Wan felt the hard,
hot length of his master's cock pressing into his stomach.
However, the younger man was not in the mood for passionate
loving, he wanted a shower, he wanted the comfort of his bed,
yet most of all, he wanted Qui-Gon to stop licking and biting
his neck so very well.
"No, Qui-Gon" he tried to push away the bigger man, but he
might as well try going backwards through the lockers for all
the progress he was making. "No, stop!" He said louder this
time and that drove the message home. Qui-Gon reluctantly
stopped, released his grip on the young man and stepped back.
He was surprised by his padawan's rejection, he was a little
hurt, but he was so certain the young man had wanted his
attentions. In apology, Qui-Gon leaned over and kissed Obi-Wan
on the forehead.
"I'm sorry, Obi-Wan. I must have misread you" his voice was
regretful, it made Obi-Wan's heart ache to see the look in his
master's eyes that seemed ashamed of his passionate feelings.
"No, Qui-Gon, it's all right. It's just that I'm not in the
mood right now, too sweaty, too sore, too tired" Obi-Wan
reached up and brought his master's lips to his for a sweet,
gentle kiss that parted too soon for Qui-Gon's taste.
"Can I interest you in a massage, then?" Qui-Gon asked, his
voice returning to its previously playful tone as he waggled
his eyebrows at his apprentice. Obi-Wan laughed and shook his
head, pushing Qui-Gon into the shower area used by masters.
"As much as I burn for your touch, beloved Master, I would
rather prefer the clean cool sheets of my own bed and
uninterrupted sleep for the night"
"Damn."
"A Jedi's life is a difficult path to follow."
"That's not what I meant when I said it" his master quipped
with a pout on his face, but his apprentice was not taking any
pity on him.
"Still applies, Master" the padawan said with a grin, then
left, giving his master his privacy so the man could undress
and shower. The rejection was enough to make Qui-Gon forget his
own arousal, which dwindled even further when he forced himself
to take an icy cold shower. Obi-Wan left to bathe in the
Padawan's showering area.
Obi-Wan stood under the warm spray of water, lazily washing off
the grime and sweat accumulated during their rough workout. It
was late at night, no other Jedi were in the temple workout
areas at this hour. He took his time, his thoughts constantly
returning to the heated kiss his master had given him. Despite
Obi-Wan's exhaustion, it still caused a shiver to run through
him. The remembered sensation of that lithe, muscular form
pressed roughly against his, that open, hungry mouth kissing
him with abandon. As he looked down, he saw that his master had
affected him far more than he was willing to admit. A sigh of
resignation escaped him as he gazed upon his half-hard cock.
Very well, if his body was going to betray his common sense, so
be it. He rinsed off his body, wrapped a towel around his hips,
and left the shower room to search for his master.
"Master!" He called out to Qui-Gon, his voice echoing amongst
the ancient metal lockers that lined the corridors.
"Obi-Wan! Over here" his master's voice rang out clearly, he
was in the next row of lockers from the young man. Obi-Wan went
around the corner and stopped short when he saw his master. The
man was still completely naked, his wet hair hung neatly down
his shoulders. He was sitting astride the low bench that was in
the middle of the hallway. Knees parted, he leaned forward,
staring at the young man with hope in his eyes. Obi-Wan
swallowed hard, he could feel his cock stiffen with lust at the
wanton display his master had created. Obi-Wan found his mouth
was getting dry. The young man closed the distance between
himself and his beloved master with a few hesitant steps.
Qui-Gon watched him, locking Obi-Wan's eyes with his own.
"Master" Obi-Wan spoke, reached under the bearded chin and
rubbed under Qui-Gon's rough-skinned jaw slowly. In the quiet
of the locker room, Obi-Wan wondered if that deep throaty purr
was coming from his master. He really liked that sound. "You
don't like giving up easily, do you?" Whispered his young lover
and Qui-Gon shook his head no. Obi-Wan leaned over and touched
his lips softly against Qui-Gon's, letting the older man's
beard tickle the sensitive skin of his face as his kiss grew
bolder. As he felt the tentative touch of Qui-Gon's tongue
flick against his lips, Obi-Wan opened his mouth, inviting his
lover to deepen the kiss. With greedy acceptance, Qui-Gon
thrust his tongue inside the younger man's mouth. His tongue
slid against his padawan's, tasting the young man fully,
enjoying the scent of his freshly cleaned skin and hair as his
breathing grew harsh. Both of his hands reached up to touch
Obi-Wan's face, and then he ran them up to rake through the
short, spiky auburn hair. Obi-Wan's one hand cupped the back of
Qui-Gon's head while his other reached down slowly to roam over
the older man's chest. The master shivered as his apprentice
played with one nipple, then the next, until both of them were
hard and aroused. When Obi-Wan pulled away to shift his
position, Qui-Gon voiced his protest with a small whimper,
causing Obi-Wan to look at his master with an inquisitive
stare.
"Something wrong, Master?" He asked, his clear voice belying
the fact that his body was screaming for him to regain contact
with that luscious body that beckoned for his touch.
"Don't stop kissing me, please" Qui-Gon's gaze pleaded for more
of the wonderful kiss that they had just shared, "I love it
when you hold me, kiss me, make me yours." Qui-Gon said with a
rough voice as he stood up gracefully. For a moment, the two
men stood apart, looking into one another's eyes. Obi-Wan could
feel Qui-Gon's desperate love and desire flooding across the
training bond. It nearly destroyed his plan to take the man as
savagely as Qui-Gon had tried to do to him earlier before their
shower. But then, he understood that his master would want him
to do that, to be taken roughly. As much as it disturbed him
when Qui-Gon acted so vulnerable, it also caused his own
arousal to flare like a flash bomb.
"You may have as many kisses as you like, my beloved Master, on
one condition" Obi-Wan spoke, his voice soft, the sophisticated
accent arousing his master beyond the young man's imagination.
His master's cock stood fully erect, the gleaming tip of it
almost touching the taut, muscular stomach. Qui-Gon moaned,
wanting to close the distance between them, but he was not
willing to break his apprentice's trust in his own
self-control. He nodded, his eyes showing how eager he was to
please Obi-Wan.
"You must promise to return this favor as eagerly as you can.
Can you do that for me?"
"Yes, Obi-Wan, anything for you, love. Whatever you want me to
do, just ask and it's yours."
Obi-Wan smiled, then pulled the larger man against his body,
and groaned when he felt the stiffness between his master's
legs press against his stomach. One had reached down to gently
cup one of Qui-Gon's smooth, muscular buttocks while the other
pulled Qui-Gon's head down for another lasting kiss. Qui-Gon's
hands were not lazy either, they wandered over Obi-Wan's back,
playing along the lines of taut muscle and sun-kissed skin.
After the kiss ended, Obi-Wan kissed and licked his master's
bearded face, enjoying the rough texture of the beard and the
weathered skin of the man he so loved. When he reached his
master's earlobes, he tenderly nibbled on the sensitive skin
and nearly jumped when he felt an answering bite on his own
ear. Large arms encircled him, crushing him against Qui-Gon's
hard, hot body as the two lingered on tasty skin. Plunging his
tongue gently into Qui-Gon's ear, Obi-Wan was pleased when his
master started squirming in response. He was certain that the
wetness he felt between the two of them wasn't just
perspiration as Qui-Gon ground his hips into the smaller man.
"Qui-Gon."
"hm?"
"Please...I want you to suck me."
"Yes, Padawan."
"No."
"What?" Qui-Gon pulled away from the heated embrace, confusion
showing in his proud and noble face. The heated gaze Obi-Wan
was giving him almost stole his breath.
"I know this sounds odd, but please, call me Master. I've
always wanted to hear you call me that" his young apprentice
requested and Qui-Gon knew what the young man was asking for.
Submission was not often a game he played with his lovers, but
as he had very openly admitted, he was willing to do anything
for this bright young love of his.
"Yes, Master" he said with a small smile on his lips. Obi-Wan
grinned, stepped back and allowed Qui-Gon to remove the towel
from around his waist. After placing the towel on the floor in
front of Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon sunk down to his knees, ready to
please the master of his heart.
"Master, what would you like me to do for you?" He asked,
enjoying the view of his padawan's arousal. Obi-Wan smiled,
then brushed a hand through Qui-Gon's long, wet mane of hair.
"Start with my balls, my beautiful draigon, then work your way
up from there." Obi-Wan could sense his master's amusement at
his choice of nicknames, but the young man thought it fit the
man perfectly. Though he had only seen a draigon a few times in
his life, he could very easily compare one to his noble, wild
lover.
"Master, may I use my hands?"
"Yes, so long as they suit my purpose" Obi-Wan took a hold of
Qui-Gon's head, positioning it gently at his groin until his
master's lips barely brushed against his scrotum. He leaned
against the locker at his back, gasping at the shock of cold
metal touching his burning hot skin.
"Thank you, Master" was his lover's last words before the man
began sucking gently on Obi-Wan's testicles. First one, then
the other, were lovingly massaged by Qui-Gon's large tongue. By
the time the older Jedi started working on his apprentice's
cock, Obi-Wan was having trouble holding himself up. Qui-Gon
took great pleasure in licking the reddish crown, then taking
the entire shaft into his mouth, sucking noisily as his hands
roamed over his padawan's body. Obi-Wan noticed that his master
was in dire need of a manicure, as the long nails scratched on
his hypersensitive skin, leaving light trails wherever he
touched. A shiver ran down his spine as Qui-Gon raked his nails
gently over his ribs, tracing each one. Then again, perhaps it
was acceptable if his master had longer nails for a while.
Qui-Gon became more enthusiastic, sucking harder and running
his tongue around the head of his cock as his padawan's hips
thrust into the velvet heat of his mouth. Just before Obi-Wan
nearly came explosively, he pulled his master's head away from
him, gasping for control.
"Very good, my draigon. Almost too good! You may stand" he said
with a harsh whisper. Qui-Gon took his time in stretching to
his full height, practically slithering up the young man's body
as he uncurled himself from his kneeling position. Obi-Wan did
his best not to whimper as Qui-Gon's glistening body slid
against his. When Qui-Gon stopped and began rubbing Obi-Wan's
hard aching shaft against each of his hard nipples, Obi-Wan
nearly wasted his seed on the older man's chest. Still rubbing
the erection of his left nipple, Qui-Gon obviously enjoyed the
sensation of throbbing skin against his sensitive nipple.
Obi-Wan moaned at the feeling of Qui-Gon's pebbly nipple
touching the sensitive head of his shaft. A small drop of
pre-cum accumulated on the tip of Obi-Wan's shaft, and Qui-Gon
bent his head to steal the tasty liquid with his large tongue
before it smeared itself on his chest. Obi-Wan cried out and
shivered at the sensation. As much as he enjoyed this game, he
wondered if he could make it out of the locker room alive with
his master driving him insane like this. He didn't quite expect
Qui-Gon to play the role of submissive so very well, but then
his master always strove for perfection, he shouldn't have been
surprised by Qui-Gon immersing himself in his role in this
game. Still, he didn't want Qui-Gon to dictate his actions in
any way, and his lust-dazed mind tried frantically to come up
with a solution as his master licked and teased his way up
Obi-Wan's body. Finally, a suitable arrangement came to mind.
"It seems I must restrain you, my pet" Obi-Wan said harshly,
and Qui-Gon let out a gasp at his padawan's words.
"Yes, please, Master!" He licked his lips in anticipation as
Obi-Wan turned to rummage something out of his belongings. With
a triumphant grin, he pulled out his athletic supporter.
Qui-Gon's eyes widened in surprise. 'He's not going to do
*that* is he?' he thought to himself as he gawked at his
apprentice.
"Turn around, pet" the padawan spoke, his voice demanding.
'Well, poodoo, I guess he is' Qui-Gon thought as he followed
Obi-Wan's orders. "Cross your wrists behind your back" and
again he was pleased to see his master was well behaved.
Obi-Wan wrapped the athletic support around the older man's
wrists, tying them in a tight knot that just left enough space
for Qui-Gon to struggle, as well as not severely cutting off
his circulation. "Well done, pet!" Obi-Wan rewarded his lover
with a long lasting kiss when they faced each other again. Free
to do as he liked, Obi-Wan took a moment to toy with his
master's nipples again, knowing it would drive Qui-Gon wild.
Qui-Gon started struggling, but since he didn't want to end the
game right then and there, he didn't pull himself free from his
restraints. Qui-Gon moaned loudly, and tried to push into his
padawan's mouth, vying for more bodily contact, but his
apprentice was more interested in teasing him. The young man
was currently teasing the lines of his flat stomach, then
Obi-Wan bent down to dip his tongue into Qui-Gon's navel. He
reveled in licking away the fresh water mingled with salty
sweat that rested there.
"Master!" Qui-Gon cried out in frustration as the teasing grew
too intense for his liking. Obi-Wan stopped and looked into his
eyes. Obi-Wan forced away the trembling when lust threatened to
overtake him.
"Something wrong, pet?" Obi-Wan asked as he pulled away from
the bigger man.
"No, Master, it's just that I--"
"I know, you want me to take you, don't you?" The young man
asked as he turned and placed the towel and his exercise tunics
on the floor near the edge of the bench. "Say it, pet, I want
to hear how badly you want me to fuck you" he said as he took
Qui-Gon by the shoulders and led him to the edge of the bench.
Qui-Gon found himself very aroused by the game his padawan was
playing with him, it had been so long since he'd last given up
the iron control he held over every aspect of his life. It was
refreshing to be this young man's plaything, and he was very
glad that Obi-Wan seemed to know exactly what he was doing.
"Please fuck me, Master!" Was his master's hoarsely spoken
reply. "I want you, need you so badly, Master!"
"Very eloquently put, my pet" Obi-Wan stood behind his lover,
and pushed down on Qui-Gon's shoulders. Qui-Gon gracefully
folded his long body into a kneeling position, then looked at
Obi-Wan to see what he wanted next.
"Part your knees, pet. Wider, that's it. You have such a
beautiful ass, did you know that, pet?" Obi-Wan crooned as he
caressed the silky skin of his master's buttocks.
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master" Qui-Gon answered with a smile
as Obi-Wan bent him over the bench until his face lie flat
against the bench top. His padawan tenderly leaned over him and
brushed the hair out of his face. Obi-Wan knelt behind the man,
positioning his cock along Qui-Gon's inner thigh so the man
could sense his tight arousal.
"You have no idea how beautiful you look right now, my pet.
Your glistening skin" he kissed Qui-Gon's shoulder blade,
tasting the salty, sweaty skin with delight "your buttocks
opened wide for me to plunge into your hot, tight ass," he
gripped the firm globes, enjoying the small whimpers that
escaped Qui-Gon's lips, "those huge, strong arms helplessly
tied up by my athletic support," he gave the elastic a sharp
tug and let it snap back, causing Qui-Gon to jump and grunt at
the sting it caused, "I just can't help myself when you're
around, can I?" With that, he reached down to the tight opening
to Qui-Gon's body, only to find it slick and relaxed. Qui-Gon
smiled at hearing Obi-Wan's short bark of laughter.
"You prepared yourself for me! You're such a little slut, my
pet" leaning over to whisper into Qui-Gon's ear he whispered
"tell your Master what you used, pet." Obi-Wan pressed his
erection into the cleft of Qui-Gon's buttocks.
"Soap, Master." Qui-Gon's voice came out more like a grunt as
Obi-Wan's hips gave a slight push against his buttocks.
"What a good little Jedi you make, preparing for your Master's
use like that" Obi-Wan's voice hissed as he positioned his cock
at the entrance to his master's body.
"Yes, Master, thank you, Master" was his lover's throaty reply.
"Very well, here's a reward for my little pet" With one smooth
thrust, he entered the tight, hot sheath and held himself
still. Qui-Gon whimpered at the sensation of being filled with
his padawan's large cock. For what seemed like an infinite
amount of time, Obi-Wan remained still, his throbbing cock
encased within Qui-Gon's tight, wet body. He waited until
Qui-Gon grew accustomed to the invasion, but apparently, his
lover had different ideas. Impatient to feel more, Qui-Gon
bucked his hips against Obi-Wan. In response, Obi-Wan raised
one hand high, and gave Qui-Gon a sharp smack to one of his
buttocks, making Qui-Gon yelp in surprise. When he lifted his
hand, there was a large, red welt on the pale skin.
"I will not accept poor behavior, pet" the iciness in Obi-Wan's
voice caused Qui-Gon to shiver.
"Sorry, Master" Qui-Gon remained perfectly still, waiting for
the young man to move. With agonizing slowness, Obi-Wan pulled
out, then pushed back into Qui-Gon's body. It was taking all of
his self-control not to give his master the hard pounding that
he usually enjoyed. Slowly thrusting into his master's body,
the apprentice ran his hands up and down Qui-Gon's sides,
sometimes touching his beloved's face, or running his hands
down the cascade of silvery brown silken hair. Obi-Wan was
pleased to see how much delight filled his master's face with
every thrust he gave him. Though it surprised him that his
master was willing to submit to him so completely, Obi-Wan was
very happy to find a new way of bringing him happiness. He
continued his slow, lazy cadence, hoping to get a reaction out
of Qui-Gon.
"Harder, Master, please!" Qui-Gon cried out in frustration, but
Obi-Wan was pleased to see that his lover remained still. He
quickened his pace, grabbing Qui-Gon by the hips roughly as he
felt his own body's need for release pulse in his throbbing
cock.
"Show me how much you love this, pet," Obi-Wan panted "let me
hear you." Qui-Gon responded with a loud moan. The young man
watched with great pleasure as his lover groaned, panted and
writhed underneath him. He was impressed by the string of
curses that Qui-Gon was muttering under his breath as Obi-Wan
slammed into the willing body below him. It was enough to make
a Corellian whore blush, the way his master was talking to him.
He grabbed his master's hips with bruising strength as he
continued to bang into him, causing Qui-Gon to cry out his
pleasure when each stroke rubbed up against his prostrate.
Obi-Wan knew it wouldn't be long before his master found
release, so he reached underneath Qui-Gon with one hand,
grasping Qui-Gon's weeping erection. Giving the phallus a few
rough jerks as he continued pounding into him, Obi-Wan was
rewarded when Qui-Gon bucked beneath him and screamed
inarticulately as ropes of pearly fluid spilled to the floor in
rapid bursts. When Qui-Gon's body clenched even more tightly
around his shaft, Obi-Wan felt his own orgasm rush over his
very being and he cried out, his voice carrying throughout the
empty locker room. Filling Qui-Gon's willing body with his
seed, he felt his back go rigid as pleasure raced through him.
When the rush of orgasm finally escaped his trembling body, and
he collapsed on top of Qui-Gon's limp form. Their harsh
breathing was the only sound for a few minutes as both men
recovered from their hard and fast lovemaking. Qui-Gon was the
first to notice his own discomfort, as he was being pressed
hard against the bench that he was resting upon and his arms
were still bound by Obi-Wan's athletic supporter. He arched his
back, throwing his head up with a grunt, stirring Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan lifted himself from his lover's back, letting his soft
cock fall from its sheath. This made Qui-Gon groan softly. In
tacit apology, Obi-Wan untied his master and rubbed one hand,
then the other, using his force-given healing abilities on the
abused flesh until the angry red marks on Qui-Gon's wrists
abated. Helping his master get off the bench, Obi-Wan sat on
the floor where their clothing was and enfolded the larger man
in his arms, letting Qui-Gon rest his head on Obi-Wan's
shoulder. Feeling strangely refreshed after their lovemaking,
Obi-Wan could tell Qui-Gon was down for the count. The older
man was half asleep in his arms.
"hm. Obi-Wan?"
"Yes, Master?"
"Was that what you needed?" Blue eyes met hazel as Qui-Gon
reached up a shaking hand to cup the younger man's cheek.
"Yes, Master, it was far more than I needed or even hoped for.
Thank you" Obi-Wan bent his head to kiss his master's soft
lips. He could tell getting back to their quarters was going to
be a problem because his master barely had the energy to return
the kiss with any fervor. "And Master?"
"Hm?"
"Where did you learn to talk dirty like that?" Obi-Wan asked,
trying to make his voice sound as innocent as possible, making
Qui-Gon chuckle.
"I'll tell you later" Qui-Gon answered, his voice very weary.
"Let's get dressed and go back to our quarters before you fall
asleep, Master" the apprentice whispered and Qui-Gon nodded in
tired agreement.
It took both of them a while to slowly dress their tired, worn
bodies. Longer still was the trek back to their bed. Back at
their quarters, sleep overtook the two men quickly, and for
Qui-Gon, it was as soon as his head hit the pillow. Exhausted
and very happy, despite the fact he did have to go to that
awful dinner party, Obi-Wan kissed his master on the cheek
before leaning back on his own pillow. His finger wound a few
strands of silver brown hair around itself as Obi-Wan played
with the silky length.
"We both know who the master is here, Qui-Gon. It's the same
person that holds my heart so dear to his soul--and that is
you, love" he whispered before he joined his master in
dreamless, exhausted sleep.
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