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Summary: The fudge has finally arrived and Mace corners Obi for
a taste.
Notes: This is the 3rd in the Mace series (Mace's Musings,
Mace's Masturbation, and Mace's Mistake). It's definitely best
if you read them in that order. Obi-Wan is eighteen.
I've got a project. A small task that will put Obi-Wan in my
life. If only temporarily.
The Alderaanian fudge has finally arrived, and he can pick it
up for me at the docking bay. This project will be good for
him, for our relationship. Since the incident in the fresher
three days ago, he has avoided me, avoided eye contact. I need
to remedy this. I need him closer.
I seek him out. It's easy to learn his schedule. When he and
Qui-Gon are at the Temple, he is put on a regimen of training
and classes--all of which require advance registration. I walk
down the hallway just as he emerges from his space distortion
class. He sees me and turns his eyes away. There's no need for
that. We're equals now. I've seen him naked and he's seen me
naked. What could be more natural?
I increase my long stride until I am walking next to him. There
is a slight tensing in his shoulders, but he manages a
respectful greeting.
"Master Windu," he bows as he continues to walk.
"Obi-Wan. How are your classes?" I ask, and stop walking.
He takes two more steps before he notices and then stops and
turns to me. His two friends stop as well, but are even more
nervous than he.
"My classes go well, Master."
His answer is short, but it still makes a conversation.
"I have a favor to ask of you, Obi-Wan. I need someone to pick
up a special delivery at the docking bay. If your schedule
permits..." I know that it does, but it will be interesting to
see how he responds to this request.
He looks a little stunned, a little like he wants to turn tail
and run, but he's a dutiful Padawan and nods his assent. He
hands his data pads to one of his friends and tells them he'll
catch up with them later. Much later, if I have anything to do
with it.
I give him the claim slip and tell him to deliver the package
to my office in the Jedi Towers. He nods without a word and
walks away.
It doesn't take long for him to return with the small crate.
It's no larger than a pair of Jedi boots, but its contents are
delicate in my estimation. I direct Obi-Wan to gently set the
crate on my desk. He does so, and then steps back.
"If you won't be requiring my services anymore I'll..."
"Please stay, Obi-Wan. This is the best part."
He watches intently as I pry the crate open, remove the packing
straw, and ever so gently remove an even smaller box from
inside. The box is covered in gold leaf. Its rich yellow color
has him spellbound. I do believe I've peeked his curiosity. I
place the gold box on my desk and open it slowly. Inside,
wrapped in small, individual portions, is my prize.
"Alderaanian fudge," I announce.
Obi-Wan's eyes grow wide. "I've never seen it before."
"Just wait until you've tasted it."
"Taste it? But isn't it..."
"Yes, very expensive," I smile, quite pleased.
I can see that he's confused about how or why I would have
ordered such a decadent treat. "It's a gift from a friend. Now
come closer, Obi-Wan."
"I really can't eat any of your fudge. It's too precious," he
says.
Ah, the sweet innocence of youth. Why does he think I have
acquired it? To tempt him, of course.
"But I want to share it with you. Think of it as my way of
smoothing things over between us."
"Master?"
"I know you've been avoiding me, Obi-Wan... since the other
day."
He turns his eyes away and I can see it is still very
embarrassing for him.
"What you saw was private certainly, but you should feel no
shame for it. I do not hold it against you."
His gray-green eyes return to mine, and in them I can see a new
understanding between us. "I am sorry I... interrupted you,
Master."
I smile at the boy. "Yes, well, we'll just have to look at it
as an unusual beginning to a friendship."
"Friendship?"
"Of course, Padawan. Two people can't share a moment like that
and not become friends," I grin.
He smiles, too and I can see that he's more at ease. It's time
to share my prize with him and seal our new relationship.
I remove one of the small, delicately wrapped morsels from the
box. I slowly unfold the decorated paper and reveal the square
of fudge.
"Please allow me to guide you in your first taste," I tell him.
He nods.
"You trust me, don't you Padawan?"
"Of course, Master Windu."
"All right then. Close your eyes." I wait for him to comply.
"Now open your mouth."
When his mouth opens I feel a tingle race through my body. He
is completely vulnerable to me, and I think of a couple of
things I'd like to put in his mouth besides the fudge. But I
resist. No sense in scaring him off at this point.
I take the fudge between my thumb and forefinger and lift it to
his mouth. Before I offer it, I give him one more direction.
"Open wider and stick out your tongue."
His pink tongue emerges slowly from parted lips and I have to
close my eyes for a second to center myself. The fudge,
Mace, remember he's waiting for the fudge. I hold the
delicacy over him, and then drop it the few centimeters onto
his tongue.
He immediately takes it inside his mouth and I see his face
relax and smile with the sensation. He doesn't chew the morsel,
instead he moves his tongue around it, trying to absorb every
bit of the flavor. His eyes remain closed and it's easy to see
that he's enjoying this.
"Like it?" I ask him.
"Mmm, yes," he moans and grins with the pleasure.
His moan sends vibrations straight to my groin. Force, I can
imagine him naked and compliant on my bed. Those wanton eyes
looking up at me. I want to take him right here on my desk.
Make him moan for another kind of dark chocolate.
"Would you care for more?"
"Yes, Master. Please." He says and his eyes blink open. "It
melted in my mouth. I didn't even need to chew it."
"Humans have been known to become addicted to Alderaanian
fudge. So, I can only give you one more piece today."
I take another portion from the box and unfold it with those
ever changing eyes watching my hands carefully. I wish I had
more time to spend with Obi-Wan, so that I could personally
catalog each change in those eyes--research the meaning behind
each color variation.
His fingers twitch as if to reach for the treat, but he is
patient. I raise my hand to feed him again. He leans forward.
His warm breath caresses my hand. His eyes close. Mouth opens.
Tongue darts out. I swallow hard trying to resist this
beautiful creature---Qui Gon's beautiful lover--but my need is
great. And his lips are so close. What would be the harm in a
simple kiss? A kiss of friendship, I would tell him. But its
depth would tell of much more... possibilities for him to
consider the next time he lays naked in his Master's arms.
My tongue licks over my bottom lip, and I ease forward. Hand
moving the chocolate closer to his lips, while the confection
begins to melt between my fingers. When I at last give him the
delicacy I also fill his mouth with my tongue. He begins to
pull away, moaning something incoherent--a protest no
doubt--but I take his head in my hands, streaking melted fudge
through his sandy hair.
We are tasting the fudge and each other. My tongue wrapped
around his. I pursue the kiss and firmly lock his mouth to
mine. He resists, and yet he does not. My lust tells me it is
because he has wanted this too, but my mind knows he is afraid
of offending me... afraid of my position on the Council.
I am eager for more, but alas, it is not to be. We are
interrupted.
"Mace! What are you doing?"
It's Qui-Gon Jinn. The omnipresent Master of Obi-Wan Kenobi.
No doubt you were visiting Yoda, and when you sensed your
beloved Padawan nearby and followed his Force signature
straight to my door.
The deed is done, and I let my grip fall. Obi-Wan takes three
quick steps away from me. He is flush and is swallowing
nervously.
"Shouldn't you be in class?" You ask him.
"Not for another hour, Master," Obi-Wan's cultured voice is
calm, and eager to sound innocent. He takes a half step toward
you, and for a moment I think he's going to reach out and touch
you, but he does not. Your eyes pierce him.
"Wait for me outside, Padawan," you say in your best Jedi
Master voice.
Obi-Wan slips from our company and I am now faced with a very
jealous and possessive Jedi Master.
"Explain," you say simply.
"I was allowing him to sample my fudge," I say deliberately
antagonizing you. I don't know why I said that. I really don't
want to duel you for your apprentice... no matter how lovely he
is.
"I am not familiar with the custom of sharing fudge with one's
tongue," you say raising an eyebrow.
I nearly laugh. I'd hate to be in your position. A man of your
years with such a young lover. I'd always be wondering 'when
will he grow tired of me?' 'when will he leave me for another?'
My silence only gives you time to consider your irritation with
me further.
"You were kissing my apprentice."
"You mean your lover," I correct you.
Your brow tightens. "Yes, my lover. You have no right."
"You are right. I do not."
You blink. Unsure you have heard me correctly. "Then why,
Mace?"
I should tell you how watching you and Obi-Wan together these
last weeks has filled my heart with more warmth and comfort
than I have felt in years. That to see you gaze intensely into
each other's eyes is one of the most hypnotic and mind bending
scenes I have ever witnessed. But to do so would be to admit my
loneliness. My emptiness. And it would weaken me in your eyes.
Weaken my position on the Council... at least to you.
I can not afford to do that. I can not afford weakness when it
comes to Qui-Gon Jinn. We are friends, yes, but we are also of
strongly differing opinions.
You are too much the renegade for my taste, and I can not allow
you to use personal information about me to your advantage with
the Council. I like to imagine that I do it for Obi-Wan's sake.
To keep him safe while preventing you from pursuing at least
one of your many independent projects. But deep down I know it
is my own unwillingness to share intimately with you again. We
had been close once. Very close. But that time is gone and I
can not allow any part of it back into my life.
When I shrug my shoulders at you, not knowing what to say, you
press your hand gently over my heart and look into my eyes. I
hold my breath not knowing what to expect from you in this
moment.
"If you have any feeling left for me in that heart of yours,
Mace, please use it to see that Obi-Wan and I are in love."
You withdraw your hand, and it has warmed my chest even from
that brief touch. You look at me a moment longer and then bow
and leave the room.
Again, I have underestimated you Qui-Gon. You could have...
should have been angry with me for my trespass, but instead you
were calm. And though edges of your jealousy shown in your
eyes, your love and surety of your relationship with Obi-Wan
won out.
I watch you go, and as I begin to close my office door behind
you, I see you join Obi-Wan in the hall. I leave the door open
just a crack to watch. The boy reaches his hand out to you. He
touches your arm and you turn to him. He says something and you
shake your head softly saying "no." And I wonder what reason
there would be for saying no to that lovely young man.
Then he leans into you. Nuzzles your chest with his cheek and I
see how he melts your heart. Commands your heart. You tilt his
head up with your hand and claim his mouth. Claim him. Cleanse
him of my touch. Your kiss is deep and at once I can see it is
a promise of things to come, but also a reminder that he
belongs to you.
But no matter how many times you ravish his mouth with your
hungry kisses, claiming him again and again, you will not undo
my mistake. I will always have the memory of the chocolate kiss
I shared with Obi-Wan Kenobi.
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