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Author: glasshouseslive (ghouses@ureach. com)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi- Wan
Summary: What happens when dark, repressed desires are finally given free reign?
Warnings (if any): Given at the bottom of the story.
Feedback: Sure thing
Author notes: This was my story for the Livejournal SW fic/art exchange. Two seasons years worth of stories are available here:
http://community. livejournal. com/jedi_ _santa/
Thank you to Laura McEwan, who did a quick and efficient beta. Any left-over mistakes are my own damn fault.
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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Lucasfilm, Ltd. No money is being made and no infringement is intended. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
On to the story...
Obi-Wan snuck through the door of the dark quarters as quietly as he could. He was not practiced at using stealth in his own rooms, beyond the courtesy to his Master of not disturbing his sleep. Jedi were rarely given a formal curfew by their Masters. They were expected to behave responsibly at all times from the day they became Padawans, and Obi-Wan was certainly older than that.
No, although it was quite late, it wasn't the hour that made him manually open and close the entrance door, after removing his boots outside. It was Qui-Gon Jinn.
His master had acted strangely as of late. He asked after Obi-Wan's social schedule, and wanted to know who he saw, and in what capacity. It was off-putting, and lately Qui-Gon had taken to waking up to glare at Obi-Wan when he let himself in, and quizzing him on his activities. Since those activities had been of a rather heated sexual nature tonight, he didn't want to face that scrutiny. After all, he wasn't doing anything forbidden.
Obi-Wan waited and listened, but heard nothing. Relieved, he headed for his room.
"Stop!"
Obi-Wan complied immediately, as he would on any mission in any circumstance. He felt rather than heard Qui-Gon's approach. He could feel breath on the back of his neck, and then contact; the tip of his Master's nose at the nape of his neck as he...smelled him?
Obi-Wan went cold, and his heart began to pound. A bad premonition came to him just as Qui-Gon grabbed his shoulders from the back and shoved him up to the nearest wall.
"I can smell him on you," Qui-Gon growled into his ear.
"Jaren?" replied Obi-Wan automatically, then berated himself. I'm nervous as a first year apprentice. This must be a test. A strange one to be sure, but this must be another test...
"Be silent! You will only speak to answer my questions." A callused thumb roughly raked his lips. "I will decide your fate tonight and that is good enough for the likes of you!"
He tried to break free then, only to find himself slammed back against the wall with his arms twisted painfully behind him. Obi-Wan was an accomplished hand-to-hand fighter, but he had been taught by one of the best. He also knew there was no chance of using the Force to escape against a Grand Master. Qui-Gon pressed against him from behind, and Obi-Wan gasped to feel an erection grind into his lower back.
"Don't tell me you've never felt one of these before," Qui-Gon said as he bucked his hips against Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan tried again to free his arms -- instinctually -- and only succeeded in painfully wrenching his shoulders. Suddenly he was released.
"Turn around." Qui-Gon's voice was quiet, flat and deadly serious. Obi-Wan complied. His eyes were now adjusted to the dark, and he could see Qui-Gon a step away. His Master's hair was unbound, and he was wearing only his robe, which pooled at his feet as he shucked it off.
Before the robe hit the floor, Obi-Wan tried to run for the door, only to be slammed back and pinned in place with the Force. The back of his head cracked sharply against the wall, and he felt himself go lightheaded.
Qui-Gon stepped closer and began to unbuckle Obi-Wan's belt. "I wouldn't do that again, Padawan." The belt made a sharp crack as it hit the stone floor, and Obi-Wan concentrated on the sound of his lightsaber rolling away to keep conscious.
Qui-Gon began to untie his obi. "I know what you were doing tonight, Padawan, but what I don't know is how far you let him go." Punctuating his words as he jerked loose the obi and let it drop, Qui-Gon's voice was now elegant, silky -- and mocking. "He didn't just kiss your mouth. No, no, your mouth was made to suck."
Obi-Wan was breathing heavily now. Some line had already been crossed, when he'd never even known there was a line. He was released from the Force grip, and reached out to the man he'd always trusted to keep from falling. Qui-Gon chuckled as he balanced Obi-Wan, and quickly pulled his tunics back from his shoulders, then down and off. Obi-Wan shuddered when Qui-Gon licked a slow line from his collar bone to below his ear, then nuzzled and kissed the sensitive skin. A hand fisted in his hair and pulled Obi-Wan's head back while Qui-Gon continued his lazy explorations, nipping and then tonguing sensitive areas of his throat.
"No, no, Qui-Gon, what are you --"
"--Shhh, Obi-Wan. And remember, you can only speak to answer my questions," Qui-Gon whispered in his ear, "and nothing I'm going to do to you is in question." The shell of his ear was traced softly, then an expert tongue gently plundered the opening. Obi-Wan gasped and shivered, and his cock betrayed him by twitching against the solid, hard heat of his Master's groin.
Feeling steadier on his feet, he jerked his head away, only to have it wrested painfully back. Obi-Wan cried out and his eyes watered as the pull on his hair increased. His parted lips were covered by Qui-Gon's, and they both stood frozen for a time. Then Qui-Gon drew back and Obi-Wan dared to exhale.
"I taste someone," hissed Qui-Gon, and a vicious kiss followed. Obi-Wan's lips where bitten, and his mouth raked by Qui-Gon's incessant tongue. It seemed to go on forever, yet Obi-Wan couldn't bring himself to bite down and hurt his Master. His training and duty precluded even the idea of harming Qui-Gon. The assault ended as suddenly as it began. "Did he come in your mouth, Padawan?"
"No! We, we were experimenting. I only..." Obi-Wan felt his face flush. "I only licked his..."
Qui-Gon released his hold and half pulled, half dragged his apprentice into his dimly lit sleep room and pushed him down at the foot of the bed. A flick of his wrist sealed the door behind him. Obi-Wan gathered his thoughts, but before he could speak, Qui-Gon crouched beside him and jerked him to his knees. His wrists were pulled behind him, and locked in cuffs. Obi-Wan tested their strength in desperation, and screamed when a shock coursed through his arms and down his body.
Stun Cuffs! Oh Force, Qui-Gon had them ready. He planned this...
Qui-Gon sat on the end of his bed and spread his legs. He was still hard and he slowly stroked his substantial length as he spoke.
"Don't be surprised, Padawan. As your Master, I own you. Mind, soul...and body. You've been teasing me with your body, and I won't stand for it anymore. Now come here on your knees, and I'll fuck your mouth properly. You have to learn what I like and how I like it."
Obi-Wan knew there was no escape and shuffled towards Qui-Gon.
"A little closer now -- there." Qui-Gon fisted his cock then slowly traced it on Obi-Wan's face, smearing pre-cum on his cheeks and lips. "Lick it now, nice and slow. That's it. You've wanted this for months, haven't you? You cannot deceive me, Padawan. And stop shaking. I know you are an eager little whore, but I'll tell you when you can suck."
Obi-Wan had closed his eyes and tongued the tip. If he complied, maybe Qui-Gon would stop this madness. But after a moment, his Master gripped his head and drew him close, then pushed his cock inside Obi-Wan's mouth. Obi-Wan fought down his gag reflex when Qui-Gon's cock reached the back of his throat - and beyond. He also fought for balance, not being able to use his hands...and then Qui-Gon began to thrust - hard. Obi-Wan's eyes watered and his nasal breathing was loud and jagged. He did gag, but the sound only made Qui-Gon groan and quicken the pace. Then the intruder was gone, and before Obi-Wan could open his eyes he felt it; warm, thick liquid hit his face in spurts. He began to collapse, but was roughly jerked to his knees again. Qui-Gon ran a forefinger through the come on his lips and held it up.
"Beg for it!"
"No!"
Qui-Gon's left hand wrapped around Obi-Wan's neck and squeezed. "If you disobey my instructions again, you will regret it."
Qui-Gon loosened his grip and Obi-Wan drew in a ragged breath. Eyes cast down, he said, "P...Please, Master."
His Master, who had never raised a hand in violence against him, backhanded him across one cheek.
"When I say beg, I mean beg."
"Oh, Force," Obi-Wan cried. "I...I want it! Please let me have it."
Qui-Gon brought his finger to Obi-Wan's lips and Obi-Wan obediently took the finger in his mouth and sucked it clean. This was repeated several times, and then Qui-Gon rubbed what was left into Obi-Wan's face.
"Now you smell right." Qui-Gon knelt beside him and kissed him again. This time the kiss was sensuous and slow. Qui-Gon explored his mouth, and sucked his unresisting tongue into his own. Obi-Wan heard a moan, and realized it came from him.
Qui-Gon broke the kiss. "That is how you will taste when I kiss you from now on. Every evening we are on planet, you will service me. Next time, I might let you swallow."
Qui-Gon pushed Obi-Wan's shoulders to the cold floor.
"This is the way I want to see you when I return each night. Ass in the air, face on the floor, and hands bound behind you with the cuffs. You can put them on yourself -- you're a clever Padawan."
Obi-Wan knew what was about to happen, and the floor by his mouth was moist from the exhalation of his ragged breaths. Qui-Gon was kneeling behind him now. He startled when Qui-Gon knelt behind him and ripped seat of his leggings apart, exposing his crack. Seconds seemed like hours, then suddenly his cheeks were pulled apart and something wet licked at his entrance.
Obi-Wan cried out in pleasure in spite of himself. But Qui-Gon withdrew and suddenly hard slaps rained down on his buttocks.
"Someone has already fucked you," Qui-Gon growled. Obi-Wan's stomach fell.
"No, Master. No one has."
Qui-Gon breeched Obi-Wan with one long finger. "You are lubricated."
"Yes, but no one has...Jaren and I were going to, and I wanted to be prepared. But we didn't! --Ah!" Obi-Wan broke off as a jolt of pleasure shot through him. His cock hardened shamefully fast. "But it didn't feel right and we didn't. I didn't let him..."
Another finger invaded Obi-Wan, and he felt painful pressure. Then he was again touched from the inside and the pleasure was even more intense. Suddenly the fullness was gone, and harsh breathing was the only sound until...
"If you are prepared, Padawan, then we can dispense with the niceties." Qui-Gon's cock pushed against his anus, and Qui-Gon gripped his hips hard.
Force, he's still hard...
Obi-Wan finally broke and sobbed, "No, Master, please!"
"I'll please myself, Obi-Wan, and you will learn to like it."
Qui-Gon thrust home, and Obi-Wan screamed then, and again and again as he was impaled repeatedly. His Master grunted with each push, then reached down and pulled Obi-Wan to his knees by his hair.
Obi-Wan's bound arms were now pressed between him and Qui-Gon's chest and belly. Qui-Gon had stopped thrusting and they both kneeled without motion for a moment, joined in obscene intimacy. The unbearable pain receded and Obi-Wan gritted his teeth, determined not to give his Master the satisfaction of another cry of pain.
The pull on his hair was gone, too, as Qui-Gon supported him with one arm wrapped around his chest. Qui-Gon began fucking him again, but slowly this time. At the new angle, Obi-Wan felt waves of pleasure along with the pain, and his cock began to fill again. With his free hand, Qui-Gon began to tease his nipples. First stroking, then tweaking and finally running fingernails over the now stiff nubs.
Qui-Gon's hand slid lower, and when he gripped Obi-Wan's cock, the touch had Obi-Wan moaning.
Qui-Gon let out a dark chuckle against one ear, then kissed and licked just below it as punctuations to his words.
"Your first time, and you're already hard and ready to come, aren't you, Padawan." More moans escaped Obi-Wan as Qui-Gon squeezed his balls, then fisted him faster.
"I always knew what a whore you were. Next time there will be no 'preparations. ' I will fuck you raw. Then I might pass you to other Masters who don't have whores for apprentices. I might even let you suck me while they fuck you, if you beg me."
"No!" Obi-Wan cried, but then Qui-Gon was fucking him hard again, and the pain faded and the pleasure became constant. Both men were now moaning. When Qui-Gon whispered, "Come for me," Obi-Wan did come -- hard, to his shame. With a final shout, Qui-Gon spurted inside him.
Qui-Gon's hold on Obi-Wan loosened, and Obi-Wan slid away and curled up on his side. He was drained and numb. When he heard Qui-Gon exclaim, "Hells!" as he removed the stun cuffs, it sounded very far away.
Qui-Gon picked him up and strode to the 'fresher. Inside, a large, oval bathing basin was filled with hot, scented water, and Qui-Gon sat Obi-Wan in the middle of it -- tattered leggings and all -- then stepped in and settled behind him.
The hot water brought Obi-Wan to his senses, and he leaned back heavily into Qui-Gon, who in turn leaned back to rest against the basin's sloped back.
Relieved, Qui-Gon rubbed Obi-Wan's wrists where the cuffs had been.
"Are you alright? I didn't expect you to actually trigger the cuffs, you know."
"Mmm, I'm fine. I was completely immersed in the Moment. Even now I feel like I'm floating."
Qui-Gon felt for a bump through Obi-Wan's shoulder-length hair and found one.
"You're going to have quite a knot here. I really didn't mean to slam you into the wall that hard, I'm sorry. Are you still dizzy?"
Obi-Wan worked the remains of his leggings off and tossed them up to the 'fresher floor. "Don't worry, I've gotten worse hits to the head teaching the quarterstaff to initiates." He twisted a little so he could see Qui-Gon's face. "It surprised me more than anything. Usually, you don't deviate from what I plan for us. Does this mean you are warming to the concept?"
Qui-Gon sighed. "I admit it threw me when you walked in without your beard --"
"--I was just going for as much reality as possible."
"I know. But it threw me into the Moment with you. More than I'm comfortable with. I...improvised some things."
"Ah. Is that why you used my hair as a handle?"
Qui-Gon shifted, and put his arms around his former Padawan. "Obi-Wan, remember when you first came to me after your Knighting and told me about your fantasies? I told you that a rape scenario was common enough and not to worry," he chuckled ruefully.
"But you weren't worried; you wanted to act it out. And well, that's more disturbing to me than it is to you. Even though we have only done this a few times, I can tell I've become more comfortable in my role. But I can't be sure I am comfortable with just the scene -- or with the concept.
"I held all the power when you were my apprentice. Or at least you let me think that I did."
Obi-Wan laughed.
"What does it say about me when I get sexually excited at the prospect of, well, abusing you in that way?"
"You were more than excited, Qui-Gon; you came twice inside a few minutes. I can only aspire to that kind of stamina when I'm your age."
"Obi-Wan I'm serious."
Obi-Wan took a cloth and began washing his face, stalling for time. Finally he twisted around in the basin, and looked at his lover.
"It only means that you have wanted to indulge me on my Nameday these past few years. You know I'm deriving pleasure from your behavior, and that gives you pleasure as well. That's all.
"I didn't realize how much this scenario disturbed you, and I should have." Obi-Wan sighed. "If you are still willing to role play, surely I can think of something else."
Qui-Gon smiled, then dipped his head back to wet his hair.
"I'm willing," he said after a pause. "If only to see what my young, innocent, perverted, former Padawan can think of next. But this time both of us should decide."
"Maybe we could be Jedi who chose the chaste path, but we...I don't know, have to have sex to appease some culture's Gods..."
Qui-Gon snorted. "Next, you'll say you're a dashing space pirate, and I am your Jedi captive. Or that you had a different Master but when we finally met we knew it was the Will of the Force --"
"--they all sound pleasurable to me, Master," Obi-Wan interrupted. But right now I'm pondering what you might like for your own Nameday." Obi-Wan traced down Qui-Gon's leg from scrotum to foot with his toe.
"It's only a few tens away, you know." Obi-Wan's toe was now gently prodding Qui-Gon's limp penis, which twitched at the ministrations.
Obi-Wan stifled a smile. Qui-Gon had a tremendous foot fetish, which Obi-Wan didn't understand at all. There were so many more enticing places on a human body on which to obsess. But who was he to throw stones? Obi-Wan began silently counting the enticing places on Qui-Gon's body that he could stroke and prod with his feet, including...
He would need to file his toenails for that.
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All sex is consensual.
Category: BDSM, POV