The Mission

by Mali Wane ( maliwane@yahoo.com )

Archive: MA, any others just ask, I probably won't say no

My Home Page: http://www.jediphiles.com/~mali

Category: PWP

Rating: NC17

Spoilers: None

Summary: Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan are supposed to be preparing for their next mission, but Obi-Wan has other things in mind.

Disclaimer: These beautiful boys aren't mine, they belong to George. I'm just playing with them for a bit. I promise to put them back when I'm done. Don't sue - I've got no money. I've spent it all on seeing TPM way too many times and buying SW toys and feeding my Liam obsession.

Warnings: Explicit m/m sex.

Feedback: Oh yes, please. Good, bad or indifferent.

Obi-Wan walked into the common room he shared with Qui-Gon and was not surprised to see his Master still at the desk pouring over a datapad. Qui-Gon glanced up from his reading at his young Padawan, then returned to the task at hand. They were leaving for Daan in the morning to help negotiate a peace treaty between two warring factions and Qui-Gon was trying to get as much information as possible about the planet and its inhabitants.

Normally Obi-Wan looked forward to each new mission, reveling in the excitement of the unknown, enjoying each new challenge and learning experience, but not this time. He was tired, bone weary, and knew his Master felt the same. They'd just returned from a long exhausting mission the day before and were looking forward to a few days of rest, but were called to the Council Chambers this morning with the news of the problems on Daan. The leader of one of the factions had personally requested Qui-Gon, as his mediation skills were known far and wide. The Council had given Qui-Gon an opportunity to refuse the mission, but Qui-Gon, knowing it was in the best interest of everyone involved, never hesitated.

Obi-Wan sighed heavily, then grabbing his own datapad, he slumped on the couch and began reading. After a moment or two, he dropped the datapad next to him and sighed again. He squirmed a bit, trying to get more comfortable, eliciting a quick look from his Master. Resolutely, he picked up the datapad once again and began paging through the entries, trying to find something to catch his attention. Each time he hit the page button, the datapad emitted a soft beep, and it didn't take long before Qui-Gon launched another sharp look at his Padawan.

Obi-Wan stifled yet another sigh, and tried to start reading the page he was on. Unfortunately, he'd stopped at the page describing the Daanian's sexual practices, and Obi-Wan knew he was in trouble.

The Daan race is very in-tune with their sexuality. They do not look upon intercourse as only a means of procreation. In fact, they are similar to humanoids in their enjoyment of their sexual practices. Nothing is forbidden to this race when it comes to sexual relations, nor do they limit themselves to only male/female encounters. A Daan reaches full sexual maturity at a very early age, and then spends a good part of its life in pursuit of sexual satisfaction.

While on any mission, the Code forbid any type of sexual activity, and Obi-Wan was frustrated by his forced celibacy. It had been too long since he'd been in his lover's arms, and now, because of this new mission, it would be even longer. He glanced over at Qui-Gon, sitting serenely reading the datapad, and couldn't help noticing how long and lean his Master was. He forced himself to look back at his own reading, not wanting his mind to go there. That was definitely dangerous territory.

For many Daan, finding sexual satisfaction becomes as necessary for survival as does breathing and denying themselves causes severe anger and frustration, which can lead to depression and eventually, death.

Obi-Wan certainly understood how that felt. He was angry. He was frustrated. And he was depressed because he didn't know how long it would be before he would be able to ease his frustration.

Qui-Gon shifted in his chair causing Obi-Wan to look up at him again and couldn't help but notice the tiredness in the older man's shoulders. Qui-Gon reached up to loosen the tie that held his hair back and began massaging his temples to relieve the soreness that the ponytail caused. Obi-Wan felt himself becoming aroused just watching the beautiful man. When they'd gotten in last night they had both been too exhausted to do anything more than snuggle with each other, and this morning had been called to the Council at first light. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon had spent the day preparing for the next mission and Obi-Wan was fairly certain his Master would not allow a break for any lovemaking this night.

Obi-Wan sometimes hated the dedication his Master had. He knew Qui-Gon loved and desired him, but he just wished the older man would occasionally just give in to the moment, like he was always telling his Padawan to do.

His arousal growing, he continued to watch his lover, and desired nothing more than to put his hands on those large shoulders and rub the stiffness away. Well, actually, he desired much more, but felt he could be satisfied with just that. Instead, once again, he forced himself to continue his reading.

The male genitalia include a double penis with the average flaccid length of both being 10". When aroused, both penises can double, or even triple in size. The penises can be aroused separately or together, depending on the type of sexual situation the Daan finds itself in. The Daan male derives the most pleasure by inserting one penis into his partner while the other penis is stimulated either orally or by hand.

Obi-Wan sucked in his breath, then without further thought, he tossed the datapad away, stood up and strode purposefully to his Master and began massaging Qui-Gon's shoulders. Qui-Gon stopped reading and for a moment relaxed back into Obi-Wan, allowing the young man to ease his tension.

"Ummm," Qui-Gon sighed deeply. "You always know the right spot."

Obi-Wan bent his head down to his Master's ear and whispered, "I know of one or two other spots that might need some massaging."

Qui-Gon reached up and took the younger man's hands in both of his and pulled his arms around his neck. He held him there a minute, feeling Obi-Wan lean into him. He turned his head and found the lips he loved waiting for him. He kissed Obi-Wan lightly and then pulled away.

"As much as I'd like to allow you to show me what you mean by that, there is much work to be done before we leave in the morning." Qui-Gon said, with a sigh of his own.

"Is there any chance I could change your mind?" Obi-Wan asked as he gently took an earlobe into his mouth and began to suck.

Qui-Gon felt a jolt of fire run from his ear down to the pit of his stomach as Obi-Wan's lips left his ear and began to nuzzle just under it. He bit back a moan when Obi-Wan's hands slid from his shoulders and found their way under his tunic.

Qui-Gon's answer surprised them both. "If you keep trying hard enough, I think you can probably change my mind," he said relaxing once more back into Obi-Wan's chest.

"But Master," Obi-Wan chuckled, "what of the preparations for the mission?"

Qui-Gon turned his head once again and found himself staring into the gorgeous blue-green eyes of his lover and growled, "time enough in the morning for preparations. It is this mission I am most interested in now." With that he reached up to the young man's face and traced the outline of his full lips.

"Master," Obi-Wan moaned. "It has been so long. I want you so badly."

Qui-Gon swiveled his chair around and grasped Obi-Wan's face in his large hands pulling him down to meet his waiting lips. The kiss began softly and then Qui-Gon's tongue was inside the younger man's mouth exploring the well-known cavern within. Obi-Wan returned the kiss, moving his tongue around Qui-Gon's and then following it back into Qui-Gon's mouth. They did nothing more than kiss for what seemed like an eternity, both opening themselves up to the other one, allowing the Force to move in and around them.

Qui-Gon dropped his shields completely, inviting Obi-Wan in, allowing him to be surrounded by his love for the younger man. Obi-Wan gasped as the emotions poured over him and allowed his shields to drop as well. No matter how many times they were together in this most intimate of fashions, it always surprised them both at the intensity of their feelings for each other.

Qui-Gon pulled back from the kiss and stared into the loving eyes of the beautiful young man in front of him. //I love you, my Padawan,// came the thought through the bond they shared.

//With all my heart and soul, // came the response.

Qui-Gon stood up then, and using the Force to help him, lifted his Padawan into his arms and strode purposefully into the bedroom. Obi-Wan's arms went around Qui-Gon's neck and held him tightly, kissing the underside of his chin with soft, sweet kisses.

They reached the bed and Qui-Gon gently put Obi-Wan upon it. He stood then, and undressed, not even bothering to fold his clothes. Obi-Wan sat up and reached for Qui-Gon, wrapping his arms around him, he pulled him down. His lips found Qui-Gon's and he kissed him, hard. Qui-Gon pulled Obi-Wan's bottom lip into his mouth, sucking it, then moved his tongue over the sweet inside of it. Obi-Wan moaned into his Master's mouth, never wanting the sensation to end. Their arms snaked around each other, holding tightly, trying desperately to get as close as possible. Qui-Gon moved his leg between the younger man's thighs and groaned when he felt Obi-Wan's desire.

Obi-Wan broke away from the lips that held him captive and began kissing the other's man face, moving down to his throat.

"Obi-Wan, my Obi-Wan, make love to me," Qui-Gon said huskily.

Obi-Wan felt as if his heart would burst at the words his lover spoke. He moved back up to once again capture Qui-Gon's lips in his own. Then he pulled himself away from under the older man, and rolled off the bed. Not saying a word, he began to slowly undress himself, watching his Master intently. Qui-Gon's eyes never left his own; his love and need pouring out. Once undressed, he stood there, allowing Qui-Gon's eyes to roam over him. Qui-Gon caught his breath, once again spellbound by the beautiful man standing in front of him. When he could stand it no longer he reached out to pull the young man to him and Obi-Wan melted into his arms.

They kissed again, long and hard, their tongues meeting and dancing. Obi-Wan began running his hand over his lover's broad chest, and soon moved his body slowly downward. His lips found one of Qui-Gon's nipples and he sucked it into his mouth. Qui-Gon groaned and arched his back wanting more. Obi-Wan ran his tongue around it until it was rock hard, and then moved to the other one. Obi-Wan continued moving downward, his mouth leaving a trail of fire and Qui-Gon found himself clutching the sheets.

Obi-Wan lingered a moment at Qui-Gon's navel, reaming it with his tongue. Qui-Gon groaned again, louder this time. Obi-Wan moved lower still, then looking up to make sure Qui-Gon was watching, ran his tongue, very lightly over the tip of his Master's weeping cock. Qui-Gon bit his lip in order to stifle the yell as bolts of pleasure coursed through him. Their eyes locked as Obi-Wan opened his mouth and very slowly began to take the huge erection in. He relaxed his throat and moved his lips down until his nose was pressed into the curly hair. It took every ounce of control Qui-Gon had not to grasp the younger man's head and shove his cock up further. Obi-Wan swallowed then, and Qui-Gon thought, for just a moment, that he was going to explode.

Obi-Wan had never seen anything so beautiful as his Master, lying under him, his head now thrown back in ecstasy, his lips parted, his breathing ragged. It was almost more than Obi-Wan could stand, knowing that he was the cause of Qui-Gon's pleasure.

He began moving his mouth up and down the large shaft, licking and nipping as he did so. Qui-Gon's moans of pleasure spurred him on. Letting go of Qui-Gon's cock, Obi-Wan pressed his face into Qui-Gon's sack, taking a testicle into his mouth and sucking gently. He moved his hand to where his mouth had just been, and slowly rubbed Qui-Gon's throbbing organ while continuing to suckle Qui-Gon's balls.

"Obi-Wan, please!" Qui-Gon groaned. "I want you inside of me."

"With pleasure, my love," Obi-Wan responded. He let go of him then and Force-reached for the lubricant on the nightstand. He sat up on his knees and opened the tube, pouring a little out onto his hand. He moved his hand down to his own throbbing erection and slowly rubbed the oil over it. Qui-Gon almost came watching his Padawan touch himself in such a way.

Qui-Gon moved swiftly then, rolling over and onto his knees, spreading his legs as wide as possible. He leaned forward, resting his head on his arms. For a moment Obi-Wan was unable to move, as he stared at the beautiful sight before him. Then he was between Qui-Gon's legs, leaning over he reached around and began running his hands over Qui-Gon's chest while at the same time began to kiss and lick randomly across the broad back. He moved slowly down to the much narrower waist and then down even further to the silken mounds of solid flesh of Qui-Gon's delicious bottom.

Obi-Wan massaged the mounds, hearing the soft moans of desire coming from his Master. As his fingers worked, kneading the taut muscles under his hands, he leaned forward and softly kissed the top of the inviting crevice. Qui-Gon shuddered when Obi-Wan's tongue darted out and touched his opening. Without warning, Obi-Wan shoved his tongue deep inside his lover and was rewarded by Qui-Gon pushing back against him, moaning softly. After a moment he pulled out and heard Qui-Gon moan again at the absence.

The young man again reached for the oil, opened it and poured a little into his open palm. He warmed it a moment, then moved one oil-slicked finger back to Qui-Gon's tight puckered rosebud and gently pressed inside. He rotated his finger and reached deep inside, scraping against the older man's prostate. Qui-Gon gasped his pleasure and pushed back, wanting more, so much more. Obi-Wan withdrew his finger only to return again with two, pushing in, moving inside, scissoring to stretch the tight muscle. Again he scraped Qui-Gon's prostate, loving the sounds coming from his lover. A third finger joined the other two, causing Qui-Gon to moan louder.

"Obi-love," Qui-Gon gasped. "Please!"

Obi-Wan removed his fingers and leaned into Qui-Gon, guiding his engorged cock to the opening. He pushed slowly past the tight muscles and then Qui-Gon bucked back against him and Obi-Wan's cock slid the rest of the way in, all the way to the hilt. They both cried out with pleasure and they stayed that way for a moment, wanting it to last, knowing it would not. Then Obi-Wan leaned over the broad back and moved one hand around to find Qui-Gon's cock. He wrapped his hand around it and began to slowly move up and down while sliding in and out of Qui-Gon. Qui-Gon moaned loudly, the sensation of being taken and taking incredible.

"Harder, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon pleaded, reaching down and wrapping his own hand around his screaming cock. Obi-Wan moved back then, and grabbing Qui-Gon's hips so hard there would be bruises, he began to thrust in earnest. Qui-Gon matched his strokes with his hand and they moved in unison, harder and faster. With a roar, Qui-Gon came, wave after wave of pleasure shooting through and out of him. His orgasm caused him to contract around Obi-Wan who suddenly went rigid, exploding into his Master. He shuddered and collapsed on top of Qui-Gon.

After a moment or two, when they both had regained their breath, Qui-Gon moved slightly and Obi-Wan pulled himself out of the other man. Qui-Gon rolled onto his back and pulled his lover close to him. Obi-Wan snuggled down onto the chest of the big man and Qui-Gon wrapped his long arms around his Padawan, drawing him as close as possible.

"Master . . ." Obi-Wan breathed, already nearly asleep.

"Padawan" came the soft reply. Qui-Gon pulled the sheet around them and they slept.

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