Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2002-05-31 -
MMoM Day 31 |
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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.
Additional Notes: I want to thank the wonderful folks who continuously encouraged me through this long month. To those who sent me feedback, I cannot express my sincere gratitude. To those who sent me feedback on EVERY SINGLE ONE, I am both humbled and honored that you would take so much of your time to share your thoughts with me. To those in MIRC, specifically Epee and Bant and TheRose and Sithdragn, (and others who I can't remember right off, cause I'm so tired, please forgive me) who encouraged me, pushed me, laughed with me, listened to my ideas and fed me virtual chocolate, I owe you a huge debt of gratitude. I also want to thank Sithdragn, for her willingness to beta so often, and for TheRose, and Epee, who also offered and did such a good job. And to my master, the great and wonderful Emila-Wan, my thanks for all your love, your support, your encouragement and your kicks in the butt when needed.
Obi-Wan and I had been up for hours by the time the knock on our door announced it was time to go. Most of that time had been spent in meditation, as we prepared our minds for what, I was sure would be, a very momentous occasion indeed. We had not eaten since third meal last night, as per the instructions provided to us yesterday morning. Nor had we touched each other, not even so much as a quick kiss or hug. In fact, we'd been asked not to sleep together our last night here, as any type of touch the day of the ceremony was forbidden until given leave to do so by one of the planet's holy persons. We got around that by rising a few minutes before the stroke of midnight, so from the first moment of the ceremonial day we had no physical contact.
In the eerie silence of the pre-dawn darkness, we were led to a temple a short distance from our quarters. We were outside only briefly, but it was enough to remind me, once again, how very much I've missed the outdoors. I could feel my connection with the Living Force instantly grow stronger, and by extension, through our bond, Obi-Wan's grew stronger as well.
Our hosts brought us to a room with two large tubs, and we shortly found ourselves being washed, rather meticulously, by several unsmiling women. These rituals had been thoroughly described to us in the document we'd read yesterday, so both Obi-Wan and I knew what to expect. And what the people of MMoM expected from us. We were not to speak to each other or to our "caregivers", but were to quietly acquiesce to their ministrations. Once they were finished bathing us, we were dried and rubbed from head to toe with a thick, slightly musky-scented oil. We were also oiled internally, much to our chagrin. Next they helped us into soft, white, floor-length robes and led us into another room, where we were asked to kneel and wait.
A short time later, we were joined by a priestess in long flowing robes of green and blue. She was quite attractive and very regal in her bearing. When she spoke, her voice was soft and whispery, yet musical at the same time. She was followed by two attendants carrying covered trays.
"Revered Jedi," the priestess said upon entering the room. "Your presence here during our most sacred time brings much gladness to our planet. We are sure the gift of your love for each other will please our gods, who in return will bless the land, and our people will have an abundance of crops in the coming year."
"It is we who are privileged, most Honored One," I responded, according to the instructions. "We can only humbly hope the sacrifice of our seed will truly please your gods."
Her attendants stepped forward and knelt before us. They lifted the lids from the trays they were carrying, revealing a plate of fruit, a glass of wine, a hypo-spray and a blindfold on each tray. As one, they picked up the plate of fruit and held it out to us.
"This fruit has been blessed and is a gift from the ground you will soon be giving your own gift back to. Eat it in remembrance of the cycle of life," the priestess said.
Obi-Wan and I ate the offered slices of fruit in silence, as this ritual required. When finished, the attendants placed the plates back on the tray and lifted the glasses of wine.
Once again the priestess spoke. "This wine has been blessed and is a gift from the ground you will soon be giving your own gift back to. Drink it in remembrance of the cycle of life."
The attendants brought the silver chalices to our lips, and we drank the wine. Next the attendants took the hypo-sprays, and this time, did not wait for the priestess to speak. They simply leaned forward, pressed the blunt end of the hypo-spray to our necks and that was that. Lastly they picked up the blindfolds and carefully put them on our faces. The place we would be taken to was a fiercely guarded secret, known only by a handful of priestesses and a few of their attendants. Even the participants were not allowed to know the location of the sacred gardens.
Wherever we were taken, it was not far from the temple, because when the blindfolds were removed, the sun was just beginning to rise. I looked around, all at once recognizing the garden we were in. It was an exact replica, on a larger scale, of the one outside of our exercise room. We were facing another temple, this one far grander than the previous one. This was the temple that stood at the center of the twelve gardens, surrounding it, making one large circle. This was the temple where the gods of MMoM supposedly resided.
Our priestess, as I'd come to affectionately think of her, was still with us. She watched as we took in our surroundings, a satisfied smile on her face. A quick look at Obi-Wan and I knew he was as surprised and as pleased as I was.
There were a few things in this garden that were not in our private garden. For instance, on this side of the pond I noticed what first appeared to be a very large, very square white stone, with a good many smaller white stones on top of it. And next to that was a small stone table with a basket sitting on it. Upon closer inspection, I realized the larger "stone" was actually a mattress of some type, and the smaller stones were actually pillows. I was certain the basket would contain an assortment of oils and creams for our use and comfort. I understood that our hosts had once again done everything possible to see to our comfort.
After a few moments, our priestess indicated that we should kneel and bow our heads. She stood over us, put a hand on each of our heads, and proceeded to give us her blessing to begin the ceremony. With a final smile and a quick bow, she turned and walked towards the temple.
I took a deep breath and looked at Obi-Wan. He was smiling at me, the kind of smile that made my stomach flutter and my heart skip a beat. I reached over and took his hand in mine, and together we rose to our feet. Though we were now allowed to speak, there seemed to be no need for words at this moment. He gave my hand a gentle tug, and I followed him over to the mattress, such as it was. It was more like a bed-sized pillow than an actual mattress, not that it truly mattered at this point. And yes, just as I suspected, the basket held a variety of oils and lotions. Everything was perfect.
We stood facing each other, by the side of the bed. Never have I felt more in love than I did at that very moment.
"Oh, my Obi-Wan," I whispered softly.
He smiled up at me and moved into my arms. "I love you, Qui-Gon Jinn," he said, wrapping his arms around me.
"With all of my heart and soul," I responded. I leaned down to kiss him, and our lips met in a soft, sensual caress. I held him close and gently explored his mouth with my lips and tongue. He tasted wonderful, he felt wonderful, he smelled wonderful and all I wanted to do was hold him to me, as close as we could get, and never let him go. Though it hadn't been many hours since I last kissed him, I suddenly felt as if I had not been able to taste his sweetness in a very long time.
Our kiss quickly changed from sweet and slow to demanding and hard. One of us, and I truly don't know who, was moaning softly as we clung to each other, our tongues moving in and out of each other's mouths. All at once I was gripped by a hunger for my young lover unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. Knowing the aphrodisiac was the cause didn't change how badly I wanted to make love to my Obi-Wan.
Not wanting to lose contact with his sweet mouth, I pulled him with me onto the bed. Hands scrabbled between us as we frantically tried to free each other of our robes. Somehow we managed to get rid of the offending garments, and then it was bare skin sliding resplendently against bare skin. I don't ever remember being as hard as I was at that moment. I had to have him inside of me or me inside of him. It didn't matter. I didn't care. He was underneath me, writhing and moaning and driving me insane. His erection beckoned me with each of his movements as he thrust and twisted his hips beneath me. I was already straddling him, and it was a simple matter to rise up on my knees, take hold of his cock and impale myself upon it.
We groaned in unison, and I finally had to tear myself away from his lips in order to draw in enough oxygen.
"Oh, sweet Sith!" Obi-Wan cried out the minute his mouth was free. He reached down and grabbed either side of my rear end and held on tightly.
It burned at first. A lot. After all, it had been a good long while since he'd been inside of me. And with no more preparation than the oiling we'd been given back at the Temple, it would take a few minutes for my body to adjust. But dear sweet Sith, as Obi-Wan said, it did hurt so wonderfully. And then after just a few strokes, there was no more pain, only the glorious feeling of being filled by the love of my life.
He was beautiful as he squirmed and thrashed beneath me. He was staring up at me, his mouth open as he gasped for breath. I rode him hard, rising up and slamming back down on his length, over and over again. And when he arched up at just the right moment his shaft nudged my prostate, and I literally saw stars as a bolt of white hot pleasure shot through me. I gasped and shuddered and if he didn't do it again I would surely die.
He did it again. And again. And I felt as it my whole body was on fire. I was close! Oh Force, so very close! I wanted to come. I needed to come. And Obi-Wan was thrusting hard and fast, and the noises he was making, and the look on his face, and I wanted . . . I needed. . . Force, oh Force! And then he began to convulse beneath me, his face contorted with the strength of his pleasure and his fingers dug into my flesh so hard I would wear the bruises of his passion for days afterward. With a loud cry, he came, his seed spurting deeply inside of me, and just when I was sure I would go mad before I found my release, he reached around with one hand and squeezed my aching cock, and with a cry of my own, I followed him over the edge.
I collapsed on top of him, not even capable of keeping most of my weight from crushing my Obi-Wan. Never in my life had I ever experienced an orgasm quite like the one I'd just had. I heard him gasping, felt his heart beating an unbelievably fast tattoo against my chest.
After a few minutes I found enough strength to roll off of him, and both of us moaned softly as his penis slipped from my body. I lay there, on my side, facing him, though with my eyes closed, I suppose it really didn't matter if I was facing him or not.
"Qui-Gon."
I heard Obi-Wan say my name, and I really wanted to answer him, but somehow I'd forgotten how to talk. Either that or I did answer him and just couldn't hear myself speak.
"Qui-Gon?"
No, I guess I hadn't spoken after all. Deciding it would take far too much effort to explain to Obi-Wan why I was no longer able to speak, I reached for him through our bond. But then he chuckled, and I had to wonder what he was finding so amusing.
I felt the bed dip and opened my eyes to see him roll over to his side. He was grinning at me. The brat.
"How soon can we do that again?" he asked cheerfully. Far too cheerfully.
The sith-spawned brat.
He leaned over and pressed his mouth to my ear. "But I want you inside of me, this time," he whispered huskily.
Oh my but my cock certainly perked up at that. Literally. And when the brat reached between my legs and felt my growing erection, he laughed softly, and then gently bit my earlobe. "Praise the Force for aphrodisiacs," he teased, his warm breath tickling the side of my face.
I was rather impressed. Just a few minutes before I was certain I'd never be able to draw a full breath and here I was, once again fully aroused, feeling the hunger begin to burn in my lower belly.
"Come here, you," I growled, pulling him on top of me. He wiggled happily, letting me know he was just as aroused as I was. I hugged him to me and sought his lips, and with a happy sounding groan, he opened his mouth to my questing tongue.
The kiss lasted a bit longer this time, but not by much. Whatever the people of this planet had concocted as an aphrodisiac was very powerful indeed. If they were to bottle it and sell it, they would find themselves exceptionally wealthy in a short amount of time. But I knew that would not happen. That was not what these people were about.
"How do you want me?" I asked Obi-Wan, when our arousal had once again reached a fevered pitch.
"Hard and fast," he groaned loudly. "And just like this so I can watch your face when you come again."
"Oh, Force, Obi-Wan!" He was going to kill me, of this I was sure. He pulled his legs up and out, his invitation clear. "Wait," I said, reaching towards the basket on the table. "Let me . . . " but that is as far as I got.
"Forget about the lube, Qui-Gon! Just do it!"
I don't think I've ever heard Obi-Wan use that tone of voice before. But I do know that I liked it. Very much.
Wondering if I would survive the day, and truly not caring if I did or not, I positioned myself between Obi-Wan's legs. To say he was beautiful, all spread out and open for me, would be like saying there was a bit of air-traffic in and around Coruscant. It nearly took my breath away to look at him like that. Achingly beautiful.
And he was mine to plunder at will. Sweet, sweet Force, what a gift I'd been given.
Wasting no more time, I began to push my cock into his oh so willing body. He was so tight. So hot. And he was already making those noises that always drove me higher, made me harder.
I tried to go slow, wanting to give him time to adjust to my girth, but he was having none of it. "Do it, Qui-Gon! Hard and fast. Please!"
How could I refuse him? I couldn't, and he knew it. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. The sound of his demanding voice took over any sense I might have had left, and I lunged forward, burying myself within his heat. He hissed loudly and bit his lip, even as he once again grabbed either side of my rear end.
I tried to hold myself still, knowing it had to have hurt him as I was not a small man, but he grunted and wiggled and tried to shove himself further on to my shaft.
"Move, Qui-Gon!" he growled harshly. "Oh dear Force, please MOVE!!!"
And I did. Hard and fast. That's what he wanted and that's what I gave him. I leaned forward, placing my hands on either side of his head and began to pound into him. He was arching his hips up to meet each of my thrusts, and his groans and grunts and gasps pushed me higher than I've ever been before.
I couldn't take my eyes off of him, and for the rest of my life I will remember the look of ecstasy on his face. A fine sheen of sweat covered his flushed cheeks and brow, and his lips were swollen and bruised. He tossed his head restlessly from side to side, as I pushed harder, went deeper, and when he opened his eyes to look up at me, I saw more love and desire than any one man should ever deserve. Achingly beautiful.
So very, very achingly beautiful. I found myself drowning in his eyes, drowning in the incredible white light that was my Obi-Wan. And Force help me, I went there willingly.
And there was more. As we stared at each other, as I drove myself into his wonderful body, as I let myself fall into his loving gaze, something began to happen to our bond. It deepened to depths I'd never imagined possible, pulling our minds together, merging our souls and we cried out together as the Force swirled and danced around and through us.
I was flying yet have never been more grounded as I was at that moment. Everything in my life ceased to matter. Everything except the man I was making love with, and the bond that was growing and changing and filling us both with love and life and the light of the Force.
And then it was enough, and our cries filled the air as we held each other and our bodies began to shake and shudder, and together we found our release. It was beyond anything I could have ever imagined.
I have no doubt that my life will be forever changed by what Obi-Wan and I shared that day. And I will spend the rest of my life giving thanks to the Force for allowing us this experience. And for transforming our bond into something I had only dreamt of having with Obi-Wan.
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