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Notes: This is the fourth in a series. The series in order is: Mace's Musings, Mace's Masturbation, Mace's Mistake and now, finally Mace's Misapplication. Of course, it's better if you've read the others first. Obi-Wan is 18 in this series.

Additional Notes: It's been many months since I've posted fic to this list. I've been working on a real-life project (a county history for publication) and was unable to devote time to my favorite pairing Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan other than read the many wonderful stories that continue to be posted here. But now I'm back. This little fic is just the beginning... I've several much longer stories I'm working on. It's good to be back!

Special thanks to my beta, Alex. Yay, Alex!

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Summary: An addict is born.

One moment of weakness has been my curse. I regret that kiss. That taste of Obi-Wan. His lingering sweetness on my tongue-- haunting me. I ache constantly. I want constantly. I need constantly... Obi-Wan.

I visit this need in my meditations. Where did it begin? Was it the spike of arousal, the unintended wave of completion that Qui-Gon sent to me through our old bond? Or perhaps my observations of Obi-Wan... seeing his delicious nakedness in the shower? No, I'm most certain it was that kiss... the kiss was my undoing. I can still taste him on my lips... the blended taste of Obi-Wan and chocolate driving me mad. I have sampled him and Qui-Gon, the protector, has laid his claim against me.

And it is because of this, my respect for my friend that I have kept to the shadows for nearly two days. I have cut myself off from their presence. From the sight of Qui-Gon and his lover... his Padawan.

It is while I'm spending a lazy afternoon in my Temple offices, reading field reports and sampling Alderaanian fudge that my self-imposed Obi-Wan fast comes to an end. He is here. Qui-Gon's precious one is here. Of his own free will he has come to see me.

My assistant escorts him in and then leaves us.

"Master Windu," Obi-Wan says with a deep, respectful bow.

My heart pounds with him here. He is more beautiful, more desirable each time I see him. But is this visit a trick?

"Padawan Kenobi. What brings you to this part of the Temple?" I am sincerely at a loss for his visit, and cautiously remain seated behind my desk.

Maybe he and his master have laid a trap for me? Qui-Gon wishes to test my friendship. Be sure I have understood his request to keep my distance.

"I am between classes and thought we might speak," the young man tells me.

I nod for him to sit on the couch. His graceful movements are apparent even in this simplest of acts. I am mesmerized. "Please, tell me what it is you wish to speak about," I prompt, becoming more anxious for this scene to play out.

"I wanted to thank you... for sharing the Alderaanian fudge. It was wonderful," he says.

He's staring at me. His blue-green eyes are hazy, not bright as I have seen them before. But I don't mind. He is here.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Obi-Wan. It is a rare treat."

"Yes, very rare. And I really enjoyed it. Thank you."

"Yes, you've said that already," I say. There is a strangeness in his
eyes, and I get up from my chair and move around to the front of my
desk to get a closer look. "You've been thinking about the fudge?" I
ask him.

"Yes," he nods and swallows. "How it melted in my mouth."

"Are you feeling well, Padawan?"

"Oh, yes, Master. Very well, thank you."

Something is not quite right. He's capable of conversation, but he's repeating himself, and his tone is strangely flat. Not the normal cultured lilt I am accustomed to hearing.

"How long have you been thinking about the fudge?"

"Since I tasted it, Master. I've thought of nearly nothing but the fudge."

My dear boy. My dear Qui-Gon. Can it be? The boy is addicted to Alderaanian fudge? After only two morsels?

I turn to my desk and pull the box of fudge toward me. There must be a warning label in here somewhere.

As I open the box, the lid squeaks and Obi-Wan sits up straight and scoots to the edge of the couch. I rustle through the layers of fudge until I find a tiny, translucent envelope. Obi-Wan is practically drooling as I open the envelope. The smell of fudge filling the air.

** Consumption of this product may be addictive to humans. ** the card reads.

Yes, yes, I know that. I turn the card over.

** In most humanoid species, daily consumption should be limited to two portions. ** Again, I know this. I only let him have the two.

** But in some rare cases humans have been know to become addicted after only one portion. Physical signs of addiction may take up to three days to manifest... ** There is more written in fine print, but I've read enough.

So this explains why Qui-Gon hasn't noticed a change in his Padawan. The symptoms are probably fairly recent. Maybe they have just appeared this afternoon while Obi-Wan was at class.

I have a dilemma. What to do with Obi-Wan? If he is truly addicted and I take him to the Healers for treatment it will be very
embarrassing for me. Qui-Gon will surely never forgive my carelessness, and I would most certainly never see Obi-Wan again. I need time. Obi-Wan is in no real danger yet. Maybe the effects will wear off given time.

"I'm very busy, Obi-Wan," I finally tell him. "I wish I could chat, but I really have to attend to these reports."

Confusion and mild panic set in his eyes. "But I..."

"I don't think I should give you any more fudge," I tell him, leaning back on the desk.

His eyes widen and he's looking at me in total bewilderment. "I know it's expensive, but I promise to savor it..."

"No, Obi-Wan, I don't think it's a good idea for you to have any more. What would Qui-Gon say if he found out I was feeding you chocolate on the side?"

"He doesn't need to know."

Oh goodness. Has it come this far? He'd be willing to sneak around behind his Master's back? We do have a problem here.

"But a Master must know everything about his Padawan. Perhaps I should let him know. We're old friends..."

"No!" he screams and drops to his knees before me. "Please Master Windu. Please, just one more piece."

"Padawan, I hardly think this is appropriate..." I stammer and swoosh my hands at him to leave.

"Please, Master, I'll do anything..." he says.

Suddenly his hands, his arms wrap around my middle and his face is nuzzling my groin. He cannot know what he's doing.

"Padawan Kenobi, you must stop this immediately," I protest, but I do nothing to extricate myself from his hold.

The door to my office is closed. We're alone. His need is winning. My need is hopefully about to be fulfilled. I'm growing hard feeling his hot breath through my tunics and I want his mouth on me badly. I imagine that any second he will part the way and take me. His sweet, young mouth will engulf my hard sex... chocolate and cream.

Oh, this has to be a Force blessing. What else could this mean? Qui-Gon's lover on his knees begging me for chocolate. Willing to do anything. Perhaps I was meant to have Obi-Wan. Taste him more deeply. Why else would he become addicted? Rare, the card said. It's rare for humans to become addicted after only two pieces.

"Mmm..." I moan aloud, getting harder and less patient as the seconds tick.

<< Beep. Beep. >> The commpanel chirps. I ignore it. << Beep. Beep.>> Again! It must be my assistant.

"Damn," I say, and with all my will push Obi-Wan away. "You must leave."

His eyes are watery and crazed. "But..."

"No," I say and look toward the door.

With a deep, shuddering breath, Obi-Wan raises himself from his knees and slowly departs from my office.

A moment later Master Yoda appears in the doorway. "Hmph. Meeting with Padawan Kenobi were you?"

"He came to thank me for sharing my Alderaanian fudge with him the other day, Master."

"Addictive that can be," Yoda snorts.

"Yes, Master," I say and quickly turn the little green Master's attention to other things.

*   *   *

Six hours later.

Finishing off another piece of the fudge, I join a small gathering of Padawans who are speaking about their work with the Initiates. Obi-Wan is among them. His red-gold hair easy to spot even in this crowd. I search for Qui-Gon, but he is not present. Good.

I listen carefully to the presentations and then mingle with the young Jedi, pleased by their progress and devotion to the Order. All the while, my eyes keep returning to Obi-Wan. To his beautiful face. He seems energetic this evening, and the small beads of sweat on his brow could easily be nerves, but I know better... it is the addiction.

At last I am able to comfortably walk over to him. He is surrounded by several wide-eyed Initiates who bow to me and scurry away. Obi-Wan is a bit flustered, but pleased to see me.

"Master," he bows.

"Padawan Kenobi. You seem to be master-less tonight."

"My Master was asked to attend a conference across planet with Chancellor Valorum. I do not expect him until tomorrow."

"Yes, I seem to remember something about that..." I say.

Oh, poor boy. There is an intensity in his eyes and a sadness in his voice.

"I have been thinking about our conversation earlier today," he says softly. "I should not have asked you for more fudge."

His hands are clenching and releasing, no doubt to calm his agitation.

I had hoped to research the side effects of the fudge, but have yet to find time. The signs of his addiction are becoming more noticeable. Soon I will not be the only one aware of his condition.

"Perhaps I should not have been so fast to dismiss your request."

His eyes light. "Master?"

"If you have a moment after returning the Initiates to their quarters you may come by... my quarters." My offer sounds friendly, but my intentions are not pure.

"Thank you, Master," he says, and bows solemnly before rounding up the Initiates.

*   *   *

An hour later the door chime announces his arrival at my quarters. I open it to see his physical discomfort is even more noticeable. He is rubbing his hands together and licking his dry lips.

"There's nothing to be nervous about," I assure him.

"I can't seem to stop... moving. And I am sorry," he says and then with great self-control stops himself from shaking and fidgeting.

I gesture for him to come in and join me on the sofa. "What is it, Obi-Wan? You can tell me anything," I say innocently. I'm fully aware that he does not suspect any addiction.

"I'm sorry I keep bothering you," he confesses, his eyes finally looking into mine.

"I'm not. I have been thinking about you a lot lately." I lean closer wanting to kiss him, but he pulls back slightly. "You must know I'm attracted to you, Obi-Wan. Why else would I have followed you into the shower the other day...?"

He shakes his head, "No."

The answer is simple, and yet I'm sure he's puzzled by my admission. I remind myself that he's here for the fudge, and not because of any suspicion of affection. I actually thought I would give him another piece, but now I reconsider. That's what he needs. What he wants. But what about what I need? What I want?

"You could have so much more. It is not uncommon to have more than one... lover."

I am not playing fairly, but then how often does an opportunity like this present itself? He is in my quarters while my dear friend Qui-Gon is away. I can nearly taste him now... feel his youthful naked skin under my hands... his body impaled on my cock as he writhes with pleasure at the fullness inside him.

My groin twitches and I resume the hunt, my hand going to his knee. "Obi-Wan," I say in a near whisper. "I want you."

"No," he says more firmly.

"No?" I ask, my voice sounding playful. "But I have chocolate for you... or have you forgotten your need?"

He swallows hard. "I can't... not even for that."

His hands are trembling, but I must persist. I lean in and lick one velvet earlobe. "I will be your lover, Obi-Wan. You'll know the pleasure of me inside you... and you won't be disappointed."

He tries to bolt from the couch, but I grab his wrists and hold him in place. I've never tried to take anyone unwilling... or even have anyone mildly protest. It's exciting.

He turns his face away from me. "Please, let me go, Master Windu."

"But I will. Of course, I will... once you give me a taste."

With a little Force help I am able to keep him in place while I move a hand to his chin, to turn that beautiful face back to me. His eyes reflect both fear and need and I press on.

<< Beep. Beep. >>

"It's a simple enough transaction," I explain in my best negotiator's voice. "You give me what I want and I'll give you what you want."

"No, I love Qui..."

I don't let him finish as I cover his mouth with mine. Ah, yes, the sweetness I remember.

<< Beep. Beep. >>

I take the kiss deeper and push my way into his mouth with my tongue... a deep groan escapes me.

"No," he mumbles and is shaking beneath me, but I'm not sure if it's from his withdrawal or his fear.

<< Beep. Beep. >>

I ignore the incessant beeping of the commpanel and lower Obi-Wan onto his back on the sofa. I cover him with my tall, broad frame and what a feeling it is. What a delicious feeling to have that lithe, sensual body squirming beneath me... trying pointlessly to get away.

"No, Master Windu, you don't know what you're doing."

Enough chatter. I latch onto his mouth once again... at last that damn beeping on the panel has stopped.

"Mmm..." I moan as I slip one hand inside his tunics to caress his cool skin, and cup my other hand around his quiescent cock. But not quiescent for long... I squeeze it and rub it and then as it hardens I stroke it.

"No... no... no," he sobs between my brutal kisses.

But I cannot stop and I will not stop until I have satiated myself inside him. With my need burning I straddle one of his legs and hump it with my hard sex. "Need you," I say into his ear and then kiss him again before he can protest.

Minutes go by and we stay like this. Me humping, fondling and kissing him and him whimpering and wriggling endlessly. I know I could take things further... I want so much. I can see it in my mind's eye... my long, hard bronze cock pounding his firm, creamy ass. Perhaps it's my conscience holding me back. Stopping me from taking him... just yet.

"Yesss..." I pant as I grind into my prize.

<< Beep. Beep. Beep. >>

"Damn," I say. Now it's the door. Someone's here.

<< Beep. Beep. Beep. >>

"And they're impatient," I huff.

I look down at Obi-Wan who is suddenly very quiet.

"We could ignore them," I say, raising one eyebrow at him.

<< Beep. Beep. Beep. >>

Obi-Wan doesn't respond. In fact, I think he's holding his breath.

"All right. I'll answer it. But just remember, I wasn't the one who asked you to come to my quarters. You came here on your own, Padawan."

<< Beep. Beep. Beep.>>

His eyes are wide, but he is silent, and I take that as understanding. I can't afford him tattling on me. But then he is only
a Padawan. Surely no one would believe him over me... a member of the Jedi Council.

I get up from the sofa and straighten my tunics and watch as Obi-Wan sits up and does the same. "Good. I'm sure this won't take a moment," I say, and saunter over to the door.

The door slides over. "Qui-Gon," I gasp. "What are you doing here?"

"Good to see you too, Mace. I'm looking for Obi-Wan," he says and pushes past me. He's as driven and as protective as ever. "Master Yoda thought he might be..."

"Master!" Obi-Wan exclaims and jumps up from the sofa. "You're home early," he smiles, genuinely pleased to see his lover and Master.

"Yes, the conference ended early."

I watch with hot jealousy, my cock still hard, but mostly hidden by my tunics as Qui-Gon takes Obi-Wan in his arms. He hugs the stuffing out of him, and thankfully only kisses his cheek. When they pull out of the embrace, Qui-Gon looks more closely at his Padawan.

"Are you feeling ill, Obi-Wan?" he asks.

Oh, shit. Here it comes.

"Actually, I haven't been well all day..."

"It's the Alderaanian fudge," I blurt out. There's no way I'm letting that youth back me into a corner.

"Fudge?" Qui-Gon asks and turns to me.

"Yes, the fudge from the other day... I believe he's become addicted to it."

Qui-Gon's eyes narrow on me. I can see he's remembering that moment when he found me kissing his Padawan. Thankfully he breaks eye contact and then turns back to his precious Padawan. He cups the boy's face in his hands and looks deeply into his eyes. "Tell me how you feel, Obi-Wan."

"Fidgety, sweaty... I crave the fudge, Master."

"I see," Qui-Gon says, and then turns back to me.

"It's rare for humans to become addicted from only two portions," I say. Now I'm worried. This was my greatest fear that Qui-Gon would discover my error.

"I... I came here because I wanted more fudge, Master," Obi-Wan chimes in. "Master Windu was just discussing the matter with me."

I don't believe it. Is Obi-Wan covering for me?

Qui-Gon looks between me and Obi-Wan and then raises an eyebrow. I don't think he's buying it.

"We need to get you to the Healers, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon says, putting an arm around him. "Mace, I'll speak with you later."

And they're gone.

Obi-Wan didn't say what actually happened. What I said. What I did. What I wanted...

I pace, frantic now.

Maybe that will all come out when he's at the Healers. Obi-Wan will have a chance to calm down and describe the entire day to Qui-Gon in detail. What should I do? Well, for starters I have to do something about this hard-on...

*   *   *

The next day.

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan have not been seen all day. I know that Obi-Wan was released from the Healers last night. His condition is improving.

No doubt Qui-Gon spent the night comforting the boy... and that always leads to fucking. But I'm past jealousy now. I have seen the Healers myself and I have a confession to make.

At Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan's quarters I am ushered in courteously. I ask the pair to sit. I have some explaining to do.

"After you'd gone last night and things settled down for me... I re-read the warning label on the fudge more carefully. It said that addiction was not the only possible side effect. Obsessive behavior was another."

"Obsessive behavior?" Qui-Gon asks, his arm draped over the back of the couch behind his Padawan.

"Yes. I had been eating quite a bit of the fudge myself. Now that I have received treatment from the Healers I know that the fudge made me obsessive over Obi-Wan. I admit, I'm attracted to him... and that combined with the fudge led to the obsession. I've come to ask your forgiveness. Both of you."

"Ah, I see," Qui-Gon sighs.

Obi-Wan is very quiet, looking up at me with those lovely sea-green eyes of his. I press on.

"I'm especially sorry to you, Obi-Wan. Please accept my humblest apology," I tell him most sincerely. Then I add, "and thank you. You obviously handled this far better than I."

He nods and grins. "I accept your apology, Master Windu, and you're most welcome."

This young man could've ruined me with merely the truth of my bad behavior. But he did not. Instead, he chose to be gracious and forgiving and for that I admire and respect him.

I say goodbye to my friends. For they are both my friends now and forever. Oh, I still find Obi-Wan very beautiful. But the throbbing in my groin has gone. The aching need to join with him has gone.

I admit I enjoyed wanting Obi-Wan. I enjoyed thinking about him hour after hour. Seeing him sweaty after a good spar. Watching him laugh with his friends. But I especially enjoyed our secret fetish for Alderaanian fudge. Oh, yes, I will miss that the most.

I will always miss the taste of Obi-Wan and chocolate.