Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2002-05-30 -
MMoM Day 30 |
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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
Pairing: Q/O
Summary: A series of short snippets, all from Qui-Gon's POV, focusing on his love for Obi-Wan, and their relationship.
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.
Feedback: Oh yes, please. Good, bad or indifferent.
This one hasn't been betad, you've been warned.
This morning we were given a data chip with information regarding tomorrow's ceremony. Along with the detailed instructions we are to follow in order to complete our preparations, there was also a basic outline of what we can expect to happen over the next 48 hours. We were also asked to masturbate one last time before we ate first meal, which we did.
After cleaning up the small mess we'd made during our meal, I carried a cup of tea and the chip into the library, where Obi-Wan was working on his daily lessons. I took a seat at the other desk and inserted the chip into the comm unit and began to read.
After just a few minutes, I stopped and turned to Obi-Wan. "Are you at a point where you can stop for a bit?" I asked.
He glanced up from his studies and smiled at me. "Actually, Master, I'm nearly finished. I did most of this last night. What is it?"
"I was just going over the information our hosts gave us this morning. Thought I'd share it with you. But, you go ahead and finish up," I told him. "This will wait."
He nodded and returned to his work. I used the time to continue skimming through the data, making mental notes here and there. The people of this planet were nothing if not thorough. They seemed to have planned for every eventuality. And while I truly understood the seriousness of their ceremony, I was finding a good bit of what I was reading humorous. I could have just given Obi-Wan the pertinent facts, but knew he would enjoy the humor, albeit unintentional, as much as I was.
A short time later, Obi-Wan clicked off his comm unit and came over to sit on the arm of my chair. "You've been mentally chuckling for the past half hour," he said, putting his arm around my shoulders. "I can't imagine what you are finding so amusing in that chip."
"Oh, I think once you see some of this, you'll be rather amused yourself."
I returned to the beginning of the document, and we started reading. And chuckling. And soon we were laughing out loud.
It wasn't that there was anything in particular that was amusing, it was more the way things were phrased. And it was the way the obvious was stated, time and time again. About halfway through, we both stopped laughing.
"Wait! Go back," Obi-Wan nearly shouted. "Did you see that?"
I was already paging back. We read it again and then turned to look at each other. "They've been giving that stuff to us the whole time?" Obi-Wan asked.
"It would appear so," I said, reading the passage once again.
"Oh, Qui-Gon. Tomorrow is going to be quite an interesting day, don't you think?"
Apparently, our hosts have been adding a few special herbs to our meals during this past month. Herbs that when mixed with a certain drug, which would supposedly be dispensed to us tomorrow morning, would act as an aphrodisiac. A very strong aphrodisiac at that. According to the document, not only would it enhance our sexual pleasure, but it would allow us, (or cause us, would be a better phrase) to become aroused quicker, easier and more often than we would under our own . . . "steam", for lack of a better word.
But there was more.
Whatever we'd been eating for the past thirty days, had also exponentially increased our sperm count. It would seem that our hosts wanted to make sure that not only could we perform several times throughout the day, but that we would be able to produce a fair amount of seed each time.
"Of course we can decline the injection tomorrow morning," I told Obi-Wan.
"But why would we want to?" Obi-Wan looked at me as if I'd grown a third eye in the middle of my forehead.
"Why would we want to, indeed," I laughed.
The idea of spending the day making love with my Obi-Wan is wonderful in and of itself. But to know that our experience will be enhanced, prolonged . . . Mmm . . . oh yes, tomorrow was certainly going to be a very interesting day!
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