The following, you'll soon see, is a little interlude set
during the movie. NC-17 for a little "PWP" smut. Definitely
spoilers. Archive on master_apprentice; anywhere else please
ask first. Feedback always welcome. Thanks to Shari for giving
me the thumbs up on this.
In the small, sterile cabin of the Queen's transport, Qui-Gon
Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi sat in meditation. No matter what
events a Jedi faced over the course of a day, no matter how
tiring, meditation was a necessary exercise, every morning and
night. Indeed, Qui-Gon had many things to reflect upon this
evening, things that filled him in turn with excitement and
concern.
The boy, Anakin, was a source of both emotions. For a Jedi who
had been so reluctant to take on his last apprentice, Qui-Gon
was now fighting for the chance to train this child. His
potential was so great; Qui-Gon would not allow it to be
squandered. It bothered him that the council did not see the
boy's importance yet...but they would. He would not give up on
such an important matter so easily.
Concern also filled his mind as he reflected on the other
complications of what was supposed to have been a simple
diplomatic mission. The Queen was determined not to give in,
and Qui-Gon would support her as best he could. Yet he knew the
odds of their success were low, even if they managed to gain
the support of the Gungun people. Their greatest enemy lay in
one single, mysterious figure, one Qui-Gon was certain they
would be facing again in the near future.
He felt the dark tremors in the Force, always just out of
reach, yet never far behind them...not since their departure
from Tatooine. He had not been able to shake off a strong sense
of foreboding since encountering the Sith Lord--he was certain
of their attacker's identity in that regard, even if the
council was hesitant to believe him on this matter. Only a Sith
could fight with such fury, such a command of the Dark Side.
Qui- Gon had been surprised by the dark knight's amazing
power--too surprised, and ill prepared to face him in such an
intense battle.
Unprepared, or simply growing too old for such a fight?
he mused silently. As Obi-Wan was often ready to chide him, he
would have been a member of the council long ago if not for his
tendency to stubbornly act on his own intuition, and against
his superiors' advice. Perhaps he did so on purpose, not ready
to settle into a comfortable, quieter life just yet. He did not
deny the possibility.
He deepened his state of mediation, putting aside such thoughts
to try to reach out for some sense of the future. Doing so
rewarded him only with more feelings of uncertainty, unclear
glimpses of himself and Obi- Wan in battle...nothing of its
outcome, nothing about the boy. Revealing the future had never
been one of his stronger talents, unlike Master Yoda; his
strength lay in the moment, in the now, not in what would come
later.
He let out a long, slow breath, bringing himself out of his
meditative trance. The world around him coming back into focus,
he glanced over at his apprentice. Obi-Wan's eyes were closed,
his expression calm, his breath shallow. Qui-Gon took the quiet
moment to study the young man's face, remembering the
determined if desperate boy he had first met, and the way he
had grown over the years into the man he knew now. The thoughts
brought a smile to his face, momentarily allowing him to forget
the darker ones which otherwise filled his mind.
Sensing his master's scrutiny, Obi-Wan soon opened his eyes to
meet Qui-Gon's gaze. One eyebrow quirked upward, then he too
smiled. Qui-Gon reached out to touch the other man's cheek,
caressing it softly with his thumb. "You are ready to
face the trials, padawan. I did not say as much to the council
merely in an effort to take on Anakin as a new apprentice."
"I should hope not," Obi-Wan replied, his smile widening. Wryly
he added, "I'd like to think you have some reasons for not
wanting to be rid of me so quickly."
Despite the light tone, Qui-Gon knew his apprentice was still
feeling hurt and a little angry over recent events. "I have
many," he assured him. "And they will not change once you are
no longer my apprentice." He regretted surprising Obi-Wan with
his intentions to train Anakin before the council as he had. He
knew the young man shared the council's doubts about the child,
and that he was also quite possessive when it came to his
master's attentions.
His words had the desired effect, quelling Obi-Wan's
insecurity. He should be past such doubts, after all this
time, Qui-Gon thought, though he knew Obi-Wan was still
very young, and his emotions ran strong. They always had. That
strong spirit had been the key to working past Qui-Gon's
defenses, his reluctance to ever taking on another padawan
again. They had bonded so quickly--even as he resisted
it!--that he knew no one could ever come between them. Not even
the "Chosen One", if that in fact turned out to be Anakin. He
hoped someday that Obi-Wan would come to share that certainty
of their love...
If the universe grants us the time that may require...
The thought came to Qui-Gon unexpectedly. He realized it was
the voice of that unease which had been haunting him, ever
since the events on Tatooine. He did not want to worry Obi-Wan
with his concerns, and he could already sense his apprentice
preparing to question his sudden silence. To cut short any such
inquiries, he leaned in to meet Obi-Wan's lips for a kiss,
giving in to his desires as he rarely allowed himself to while
they were on a mission. As he had told his padawan many times,
it was best not to cloud the mind with such thoughts and
feelings when one needed to concentrate on other matters, on
the mission at hand. Yet on this night, he felt compelled to
break his rules, if just this once. He allowed himself the
luxury of indulging in his affections for his beloved
apprentice, to reassure him that no other could hold his heart.
Obi-Wan offered no objections, unsurprisingly. After all, he
was always quick to tease Qui-Gon for his--to the young man's
way of seeing things--overly cautious ways.
As the kiss deepened, hands slipped into his hair, gently
freeing the long strands and allowing them to fall about his
face. His own hands glided over Obi-Wan's shoulders and back,
tracing the familiar curves of the strong, lean body that lay
beneath his soft tunic. The Force rippled through the air
around them, flowed through them, heightening the sensations of
every touch and caress. He felt the intensity of Obi-Wan's
desire as the padawan pulled back from his master's kiss, and
held his gaze as he began to loosen his attire. Qui-Gon
followed his actions, heartbeat hastening at the knowledge of
the pleasure that lay ahead.
The floor was not the most comfortable place, but neither were
the too-narrow bunks provided in the sparse cabin. Once
undressed, Qui-Gon reached for and spread out a blanket to
soften the hard floor as best as he could, then pulled Obi-Wan
down with him.
Obi-Wan... No matter how many times they were together,
the first touch his apprentice's body against his own always
thrilled him, filled him with such need and longing. The long
years of his life seemed to fade away and he felt as young as a
padawan himself, sexual energy singing through his body, making
him feel so alive. Obi-Wan quickly met his lips for another
kiss, this one filled with passion and the fire of youth.
Mine... Obi-Wan asserted with every touch.
Yes, yours. As you are mine. As we are one, Qui-Gon
answered in his own touch and shared thought, as he expertly
rolled the smaller man onto his back and set to task proving
his desire.
Obi-Wan was eager, already fully aroused, but Qui-Gon was
determined to proceed at his own pace. The padawan needed to be
reminded of the rewards of patience, and there was no need to
rush. They were many hours from Naboo yet, with time to rest
later; time for other activities now. Hovering over Obi-Wan's
body, Qui-Gon savored the taste and feeling of his skin with
his mouth, alternating between soft kisses and less gentle
bites. He was keenly aware of Obi-Wan's every sharp breath and
moan, the quickening of his pulse with each passing moment. His
stomach quivered lightly with laughter, as Qui-Gon's beard
brushed softly against the sensitive skin. The laughter then
dissolved into moans when the master's explorations led him to
swollen head of Obi-Wan's penis.
"Qui-Gon..." the younger man sighed heavily, fingers tangling
in his lover's hair. For this moment, all titles were
forgotten. In the intimacy of their bed-- wherever they made
it--they were merely Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon. Not apprentice, not
master...
Just one.
Building moans met every stroke of his tongue, brush of his
lips, as he coaxed the young man to the threshold of release.
Even now, he called upon the Force to draw out the moment, to
keep Obi-Wan on the edge as long as he could. And when he
sensed the padawan could take no more, Qui-Gon took him deeply
down his throat, moments before the climax shuddered through
Obi-Wan's body.
As the last echoes of pleasure began to fade, Qui- Gon inched
his way back up the still trembling body, putting aside his own
needs to instead enjoy the effects his efforts had on his
lover. Obi-Wan's blissful smile was indeed nearly enough reward
for his efforts. But only a few minutes passed before Obi-
Wan's touch began to intensify from lazy caresses, one hand
traveling down Qui-Gon's body toward his erection. The master
sighed and gave in to the pleasure offered by his apprentice's
touch, losing himself in the gaze of those beautiful, light
eyes, so filled with love.
Obi-Wan soon was urging his him onto his back, and Qui-Gon let
him do as he wished. Where he had developed such a talent for
the sensuality, Qui-Gon could only imagine. It had to be a
natural talent, for the life of a young Jedi did not lend
itself toward extensive sampling of the erotic arts. Perhaps it
was merely the strength of their bond, once more, allowing
Obi-Wan to sense exactly what his master wanted, anticipating
his every desire.
Obi-Wan paused only to reach for his travel case and pull out a
small vial of oil. The pleasant, soft scent of exotic spice
filled the air, as he carefully poured out the contents into
one hand, then applied it in long, thorough strokes to his
lover's body. Qui-Gon shuddered and sighed in anticipation.
Satisfied with his ministrations, Obi-Wan deftly straddled
Qui-Gon's hips, skillfully taking his master inside him.
Arching back, his mouth open in a silent moan, he closed his
eyes and began moving with a steady, determined rhythm. The
sight of his young lover so lost in pleasure was as incredible
as the feeling of the warm flesh embracing him. He reached out
for Obi-Wan with the Force and in a moment they were as one,
sharing thought and emotion, sharing every sensation.
Qui-Gon...
Obi-Wan...
The intensity of the moment was too much to hold onto for long.
His body ached for release even as his spirit wished to hold
onto the union forever. Finally he arched upwards, matching
Obi-Wan's thrust, coming inside him as he heard the other cry
out his name aloud.
And then, there were only the echoes of the bliss they had
shared, as Obi-Wan slipped down easily into his master's
embrace, head against his chest. Qui-Gon reached for the edge
of the blanket to drape it over their bodies, driving away the
chill as the sweat cooled on their skin.
"Well. That was unexpected," Obi-Wan finally remarked after
several minutes of silence, commenting on his master's unusual
behavior.
"This mission has been a difficult one. Meditation is well and
good, but there are other ways to refresh the body and spirit."
"I do not argue with you, master," Obi-Wan answered. "Still...I
sense something more. Some unease in your thoughts."
"Nothing to worry about. Nothing except a need to proceed
cautiously through the events we will be facing on Naboo."
"The attacker...the Sith, you mean?"
"Yes. Among other things." He stroked the short cropped hair on
Obi-Wan's head and soothed him, "Rest, now, padawan. We both
will need it for what lies ahead of us."
"Rest, yes," Obi-Wan agreed with a soft yawn, wrapping one
slender, strong arm around his master's waist. Within a few
minutes, Qui-Gon could sense his apprentice beginning to drift
to sleep. In time, he too allowed himself to fall asleep,
lulled on by the steady beat of Obi-Wan's heart close to his
own.
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